finally something pretty

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THE RED SUMMER
Red Velvet 

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I know that @higharollakockamamie has done amazing translations for ffxv’s comic anthology already, but I really liked this story about Noct and the black chocobo, so I scanlated it xD (I should’ve finished this weeks ago but I didn’t bc I love procrastinating orz)

Comments from author Hanten Sharoh (反転シャロウ): When it comes to FFXV, I’m all about the side quests! And the bounty hunts! So I smashed my passion into the script of this manga. The side quest related to the black chocobo was especially heartwarming, and I definitely recommend it to anyone who has not done it yet!

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AU Meme: Dealing with the Dolan Twins

Imagine being their best friend. That’s what you’d have to put up with. (Honestly I’d not complain) 


haha that is a long one, finally something I’m pretty happy with again :) I hope you guys enjoyed that one! Love to read your comments :) 


MASTERLIST

NERVOUS | RACE HIGGINS

RACE X READER

[NEWSIES]

REQUEST(S): “Tough AF Brooklyn chick is pined after by Race Higgins” - anon

“Hey could you write something with a badass girlsie who the boys are kind of afraid of? Sorry it’s kind of vague I just don’t see many SUPER badass ones. Maybe she beats up the delancey brothers by themselves and the boys are like WTF?!!! And could it be racetrack x reader? Love you tons your writing is amazing!!” - @impractical-impala

SUMMARY: In which Y/N makes Race nervous

A/N: ayyyye guess who finally wrote something? but seriously, i can’t write fight scenes??? like idk how to do that so sorry if this sucks :( also, i know Y/N isn’t like super super bad ass in this so sorry about that too, i’m not really sure how to write that either. hope you like it though!

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Y/N was headed to Manhattan to deliver a message from Spot to Jack Kelly. She’d already finished selling her papes for the day, and Spot trusted her the most out of all the other Brooklyn newsies. It was a simple (stupid, in her opinion) message, but she didn’t mind taking a walk on such a nice day. The sky was blue, the sun was out, and there was a nice breeze.

She’d come to Manhattan a few times before, and if prompted she would begrudgingly admit that, besides Brooklyn, it was her favorite part of New York. It didn’t hurt that she liked a couple of the Manhattan newsies. Jack was enjoyable, Crutchie was too sweet not to like, and Specs was endearing. Then, of course, there was Racetrack Higgins, who flirted with her endlessly. She pushed him away or ignored his efforts every time, but he kept coming back. She found that she didn’t mind too much. She found she also didn’t mind that he - that all of them were a bit scared of her.

When she made it closer to the Manhattan lodge, she could feel eyes on her. On instinct, she took in her surroundings, searching for whoever was watching her. Spot made jokes a lot about how she was like a guard dog, always tense and ready to attack. Slowly, she walked towards an alley, listening to their footsteps as they followed her.

Once they were tucked into the alley, away from all people, she whipped around. In front of her stood Morris and Oscar Delancey, grinning menacingly.

“Wouldya look at that? It’s one o’ dem Brooklyn goil newsies,” Morris spoke.

“Brooklyn? Ya think she’ll put up a fight?” Oscar asked. They were acting like she wasn’t there, but their eyes stayed trained on her. She was waiting for them to move first before she did anything. If she hadn’t already guessed their intentions when they followed her into the alleyway, she sure as hell knew them now.

They both took a few steps toward her and she slowly clenched her hands into fists. The closer they got, the more she tenses up. The second Oscar’s hand brushed her arm, she landed a punch right on his jaw. He stumbled backwards, but Morris came charging toward her. He threw a punch but she dodged it, kicking him in the shin. Oscar was back up and he grabbed her from behind, locking her arms behind her back. She lifted her leg up and swung it backwards, kicking him in the crotch.

He let out a groan and fell backwards, hands covering the area she had hit. Morris came at her again, but she grabbed his suspenders and pulled him down so she could knee him in the stomach before punching him in the head. He dropped to the ground with a bloody nose and wavering consciousness. Oscar tried one more time, but all it took was one swipe at his legs with her foot and he was down.

“Woah.” She looked up to find Crutchie and Race at the opening of the alley, staring in awe at both her and the Delancey brothers lying on the ground.

“Mush came ta get us,” Race explained. “Said the Delancey brudders had followed some goil into an alley and they ain’t lookin’ too friendly.”

“We came to help,” Crutchie clarified, smiling slightly.

“Thanks, but I think I got it handled.” Crutchie laughed loudly, but Race continued to stare at her. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open slightly. If she had been really thinking about it, she would’ve realized he looked a little love struck. “You boys wanna walk me to the lodge? I got a message from Spot for Jack.”

Race nodded quickly, closing his mouth and erasing his previous expression from his face. As they walked, Crutchie stayed slightly in front and Race and Y/N walked side by side. Every so often Crutchie would glance back at the two of them walking in silence, grin, and then shake his head and look forward again. It was no secret to the Manhattan newsies how smitten Race was with Y/N.

When they reached the lodge Y/N was taken up to the roof to talk with Jack, leaving Race staring after her. All the other boys watched him, whispering and teasing.

“I’m gonna do it,” he spoke suddenly. The boys were silenced.

“Do what?” Specs asked nervously.

“I’m gonna tell Y/N how I feel.” His face was set and he was determined to finally tell her. Immediately, there were protests from the boys.

“She’ll punch you if you even try to touch her!” Someone shouted, warning mutters of agreement.

“She could kill you!”

“I heard once that ‘er and Spot got in a fight and nobody’s seen the guy since.”

“No way! I heard they found the body washed up under da bridge.”

“Would you lot shut up?!” Everyone was silenced by Race’s outburst. He looked nervous and he was wringing his hands. “I’m tellin’ her and that’s that, so you can stop blabbering 'bout it!”

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A little while later, Race was outside smoking to calm his nerves. The boys had convinced Y/N to spend the night rather than make the trek back to Brooklyn while it was gettin’ dark out. None of them doubted that she’d be able to hold her own, but Crutchie had pointed out that she looked tired and wouldn’t be at her best if something did happen. She had eventually (reluctantly) accepted the invitation.

He felt his heartbeat speed up as he thought of telling her how he felt. The boys were right, if he said the wrong thing he would most likely end up dead or severely injured. Wasn’t that some saying, though? Love hurts? Love. Because didn’t he love the way she could fight better than any boy he’d ever met? Don’t he love that she wouldn’t let anybody control her or undermine her? Didn’t he love the way she rolled her eyes when he winked at her? Didn’t he love how she hadn’t threatened him to make him stop flirting with her like she’d done to Romeo? That had to mean something good, didn’t it?

He whipped around suddenly, startled by a noise behind him. There she stood, an eyebrow and raised and her arms crossed as she looked at him.

“You got some big date comin’ up or somethin’?” She asked, joining him where he was sitting on the curb.

“W-What?” He could feel his hands start to shake slightly.

“You don’t usually smoke this late. Plus, you’re chewing that cigar like you ain’t eaten in weeks.” She wasn’t wrong, but he pleasantly surprised him that she noticed the change in his behavior.

“I actually been meanin’ to talk to ya,” he said, trying to calm his breathing. She nodded for him to continue and he took in a sharp breath. “Ya know how I’m always flirtin’ with ya?” She nodded again, furrowing her eyebrows. He could see the growing confusion in her eyes. “Well, I just - I wanted to make sure you ain’t gettin’ the wrong idea, 'cause I - ”

“I get it,” she cut him off. “You flirt with every goil, you ain’t tryin’ to settle down, blah blah blah.” She rolled her eyes but her words were harsh, and she looked almost angry. He gulped, this certainly wasn’t how he’d planned for this to go. “That all?”

“No.” She sighs and looked at him, absolutely no interest shown in her eyes. “No, no that’s not what I meant. That’s - that’s the idea I didn’t want to give you. I ain’t goin’ 'round flirtin’ with other goils, Y/N. It’s just you.” She wasn’t looking at him anymore, and she stayed silent. He felt his nerves spike up and launched into a quick ramble.

“I just mean that I really like ya, and I mean it’s fine if ya don’t like me - 'cause I really can’t expect ya to. And you know I just wanted to get it off my chest, 'cause it’s real hard bein’ 'round you and pretendin’ like I don’t have feelings for ya. You can punch me now, the boys said you would. Pretty sure that got a bet goin’ in there. Some say youse gonna hit me, other’s say I’m dead, and then, ya know, some of the boys said you had feelings for me to, which is completely -”

His anxious ramble was interrupted by her hand over his mouth. She was smiling slightly at him, amusement written all over her features.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” she whispered. “I’m gonna kiss you now, that okay?” He nodded quickly and she leaned in. Their lips met and it wasn’t rough like he’d expected it to be with her. She was kissing him gently, and her lips were soft. He kept his hands folded in his lap, tightly gripping his cigar. He was afraid to touch her without any spoken consent, but she had her hand cupping his cheek.

When they pulled away she laughed at the expression on his face. She looked nice when she wasn’t constantly waiting for someone to attack.

“So, who gets the money if I like you back?” She asked, smirking.

“Oh, um - just Crutchie.” He was still having trouble breathing, but for an entirely different reason. She smiled and let out another laugh at his answer.

“Perfect. He’s my favorite.”

“Not me?” Race joked, finally able to act like his non-nervous self. She grinned at the fake pout on his face.

“Sometimes,” she shrugged. He smiled and haphazardly threw his arm around her, feeling his heart pounding in his chest when she didn’t push him away.

“C'mon, lets go inside.”

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Altertale!Reapertale (AlterReap)
AR!Toriel and AR!Sans

@renrink

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Sormik week day 6! Woohoo! I’m back.
No baby Sormiks this time, but have all the more fluff. This one is for @amarietie/ @tmariea for Storms in Our Blood. Today’s theme is “Lastonbell—Promises/Acceptance”, and although this scene indeed takes place in Elysia and has nothing to do with the Lastonbell promise, I figured the prompt was as good as any to do a marriage proposal.
I… I went over the top with the cheesiness, didn’t I? *hides*
The layers have fancy names to distract from the ridiculous romance going on here. Like “background panels”, background background”, “fucking rain”, “fucking lightning”, “rainy bits” and “rainy muchs”.

Anyway, I’m sorry this is so rushed, but I hope it gets the idea across just fine! I really really hope you like it, Mari! :,)
This is my little thanks for your kind words and deeds for me, and for your Earth Armatus Rose occasionally saving my ass in ToLink, hoho. HAPPY SEVERAL MONTHS LATE BIRTHDAY OR SOMETHING

For everyone else: go read the story, it includes more artistic use of seraphic artes, and more kisses in the rain, if that doesn’t convince you I don’t know what to tell you

Oh I know LOTS of things

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Coffee Luck Part 02 of ? (start here) - MakoHaru Barista!Makoto AU

WHO ON EARTH COULD THAT BE? IT’S OK HARU. I’m pretty sure people draw their crushes too. Finally, something will happen in Part 03. 8D Sorry I’m a bit slow with this one, art stamina is a bit too low. Nonetheless hopefully this was an okay continuation! Thanks for reading this nonsense. OTL

anonymous asked:

I was throwing shipping prompts at another author for fic ideas and I accidentally gave myself a ship (It's not really a ship, it's more like a dingy heading for a waterfall). Consider this: Shikamaru and Minato. After the 4th Shinobi War or with time travel involved, but still. Look at it.

:’D

So apparently I like this idea a lot oh my god. 


This is all massively troublesome, damn it, and Shikamaru only has himself to blame.

Somehow, it was a hell of a lot easier to disregard what flee on sight orders mean in the rush that came beforehand, in the uneasy alliance with a man who should have been dead several dozen times over by now. In seeing the lines in Sasuke’s face from too many sleepless nights, the way Sakura was activating her Strength of a Hundred Seal, the impossible determination in the slant of Naruto’s mouth and the fire in his eyes as he said this last attempt was too close, Shika. We’re going to send you somewhere you won’t be in danger. Just keep your head down and you’ll be fine.

Right. Head down. Fine. Which would have been a hell of a lot easier if he hadn’t landed smack dab in the middle of an alternate universe’s battlefield, practically on top of the Hokage.

Not his Hokage, because that would be too easy. And also not Hokage yet, so when Shikamaru had dragged himself off the ground and blurted, “Yondaime-sama!” in front of a squad of Iwa nin, it was close enough to spilling an S-rank secret that the Yondaime had immediately reacted.

The Iwa-nin are dead. Shikamaru got luckier. Slightly.

“Sorry,” Minato says almost bashfully, leaning over him to check the knots tying his hands. “Is that too tight? Can you feel your fingers?”

“I’d feel them better if you untied me,” Shikamaru complains, and wonders where the hell Sai landed. It’s the ANBU commander’s job to keep him safe, and he could really use some backup right now. And gods, if Shikamaru is counting on Sai to get him out of this mess, things have really gone south.

Minato smiles like it’s a joke, checks Shikamaru’s feet, and drops back into his seat across the small campfire. “We’ll be back in Konoha in a few days,” he says, like it’s any sort of consolation. “If you really don’t mean any harm, T & I will let you go in a day or two after that. You’ll be all right. All we want to know is how you got that information in the first place. Only the Sandaime, the Daimyo, and I are supposed to know.”

Being targeted to having information that other people want is becoming something of a pattern, Shikamaru thinks, faintly despairing. That’s what got him into this whole mess in the first place, and if he’d realized how troublesome it would be, he’d have left that damned scroll where he found it.

With a groan, he flops back to lie on the grass, staring balefully up at the stars, and it’s hardly comfortable with his hands tied behind him, but there aren’t really a lot of other options. He could definitely get out of the ropes if he tried, could probably get past Minato if he had the element of surprise on his side, but there’s no way he’d be able to escape the Yellow Flash without help. More help than Sai, at least. They’re both some of the best, but the Yellow Flash is better.

“I hate my life,” Shikamaru tells the stars.

There’s a quiet chuckle, and then Minato leans over him again, blue eyes warm in the shifting firelight. He dangles a ration bar over Shikamaru’s face, swinging it lightly, and says, “It might look better after a meal?”

Shikamaru sighs, but Minato has a point. He’s pretty useless right now, but if he can get the chance—

Well. For now being here is definitely safer than being in his Konoha, what with a band of very dedicated priests trying to kill him and retrieve the scroll that bonded itself to him.

…Shikamaru hates that that is a reasonable sentence that he can say and understand. It’s all Naruto’s fault somehow, he’s sure of it.

“Thanks,” he says, not quite grudgingly, and starts to pull himself up—

Long, callused fingers press a chunk of mealy protein against his lips, and Shikamaru is so startled his mouth opens automatically. Minato gives him a cheerful smile, settling next to him, and damn it, but Shikamaru’s always lowkey thought of him as gorgeous, but that was before he knew his hands smelled like honing oil and a trace of mint.

“Sorry,” Minato tells him sincerely. “I can’t risk untying you right now, but I can still feed you. No need to be rude about it, right?”

Shikamaru doesn’t quite swallow his tongue along with the ration bar, but it’s a near thing. And—maybe he’s spent too long around Choji, who takes food very seriously, but feeding another person is not what you do unless you mean it.

Oh no, Shikamaru thinks, staring at the man who killed twelve shinobi in the space of a few seconds, who had him tied up and pinned to the ground before he could even summon his shadows. Who’s sitting close now, their shoulders practically brushing.

Shikamaru isn’t exactly a stranger to sexual attraction—he’s been dealing with both Ino and Sai for years now, and their ongoing, insistent attempts to wrangle him into another threesome—but this…

This is goddamn troublesome, and Shikamaru objects wholeheartedly.

mentioning the hiatus in 2015

In roughly chronological order. In some cases they’re literally just mentioning it, answering the oft-repeated ‘what will you do during this hiatus?’. I’m certain this isn’t comprehensive, but it’s pretty long, so I’m including a cut.

Harry was responding to a reporter across from him, and as far as I could hear, Louis says, “Oh no, never know!” (Summertime Ball, June 2015)


(Idol Sweden, 10/13/15)


(Sunrise Australia)

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The End.