first one was the easiest

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Well, I think you all look perfect!

I’ve seen many versions of these so I decided to color the first two photos, which took me hours to make and I’m glad how it turned out! :D I really miss the old gaang and can’t wait for flashbacks!

anonymous asked:

Aliens reacting to someone with braces? Thanks!

The human problem was growing bigger at an alarming pace. Back when they first started travelling through space, most had viewed their efforts as cute. Some had even cheered them on from afar. Of course, that was before they realised what kind of creatures humans really are and what kind of planet they originate on. Before they knew what humans did for fun.

The humans as a whole hadn’t attacked yet, but it was only a matter of time before they gathered their forces. The Ktynarian species had to be prepared.

As a result, they had commandeered a human craft, and with eight Ktynarians to every human, they’d managed to gain control of the vessel and the horrible creatures within.

Unfortunately it was common knowledge that getting a fully grown human to talk was a near impossible feat. Fortunately, there were several younglings on the ship. The majority were younglings actually, which was a surprise. Upon further investigation it was revealed the ship was operated by a training facility of the category ‘school’.

After separating the humans into smaller groups to minimise the risks of organised resistance, Commander Yldrik picked one of the medium sized younglings to interrogate – having heard that the bigger posed a threat in size, but that the smallest were often quick and nimble

Yes, the medium sized one were surely the easiest to make a first attempt on. And if that failed, they still had a plethora of other humans to interrogate. One of them would surely give them some useful information.

Some of the humans were secreting some sort of fluid from their optical organs, some making noises the Ktynarians couldn’t identify, but instructing them to be quiet seemed to just make them more intent on making the noises. Deciding it would be best to leave xir soldiers to deal with it, Commander Yldrik turned xir focus to the youngling xe had selected.

“What is your objective,” xe asked. Getting straight to the point had seemed like the best method, but the human didn’t seem to comprehend.

“What?”

“What is your objective? What are you here to accomplish?” xe repeated, seemingly surprising the human. Perhaps they hadn’t expected to be confronted, or for the Ktynarians to be suspicious of them. Clearly the humans had underestimated them.

“Well, I mean, a B would be great, but I’d settle for a C too,” the human responded, something in their mouth gleaming slightly. Under different circumstances Yldrik would have paid it more attention, but xe was preoccupied deciphering what the human had said.

A bee was a creature from the humans’ home planet, and apparently vital to their ecosystem. A sea however, was a large body of a particular kind of water, and their planet seemed to be largely consisting of it. Why would they possibly want more of it?

“Why?”

“It’s not my best subject,” they said, elevating an upper part of their anatomy. Yldrik knew xe had been informed of the meaning behind the movement, but xe had finally noticed something different about the human’s teeth. Something worrying.

“Bare your teeth.” The human seemed surprised by the order, but complied after a brief hesitation.

The sight that met xem was terrifying, even for someone with as much experience as Yldrik.

“W-what are those?”

The human looked perplexed at first, but seemed to understand what xe was referring to fairly quickly.

“You mean my braces?” the human asked before baring their teeth further. A grin. At least that was what xe thought the action was named by the humans. “It’s just metal. You see, my mouth had too many teeth in it, so they got a bit out of order. Crooked and all, you know? So when I was about thirteen my parents took me to a dentist who basically attached metal to them to force them to stay in place. Cool, huh?”

The tone in which the human spoke did no justice to the horrors that laid in their words. They spoke as if they didn’t realise how terrifying this information was – no, come to think about it, they spoke as if they enjoyed the horrors they’d clearly been put through.

“And this was necessary for your survival?” xe asked, seeing no other reasonable explanation.

“No, no it’s just because it looks better,” the human said, repeating the elevation of an upper part of their anatomy. They did something else too, with an appendage of theirs, but Yldrik was done paying attention.

In record time, every single Ktynarian had vacated the ship, control of which had been returned to the humans. Fortunately their ship had a far higher maximum speed than the humans.

Their only chance at survival would clearly be to stay as far away from the humans as possible. If they attacked, the Ktynarians would have no other option than to flee. A species willing to do things like that to their own young – for aesthetic reasons no less – was not a species one wanted to go to war against.

STAR WARS is really good for time travel fic, the urge to give the characters a chance to fix things, now that they have an idea of what went wrong or what to look out for, while still having to relive so many painful things, that balance of suffering and yet it’s worth it for the hope it offers, it’s exactly what the best fic is made of. I LOVE TIME TRAVEL FIC SO MUCH, so I’ve collected together a bunch of my favorites!
(Last Updated: 2017.04.19)

Shadows of the Future by stormqueen873, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & cast, 129.3k
   ObiWan lost the duel on Mustafar, but instead of dying, he finds himself on a ship leaving Tatooine, with his old Master and a familiar young boy. As events begin to unfold, can he stop the future he knows from occuring?
Lost Reflections by esama, obi-wan & ben, 30.k wip
   Obi-Wan didn’t become Qui-Gon Jinn’s apprentice, and Ben didn’t exile himself to Tatooine. On Bandomeer the two meet.
Threads of the Past by Magier74, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & xanatos, 37.8k
   Obi-Wan and Anakin make an unexpected detour returning home from a mission.
time to change the road you’re on by wreckageofstars, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & cast, 24.3k wip
   The end of the Clone War is near - the fall of the Republic even nearer. Anakin Skywalker, caught up in the events that lead to the rise of the Empire and the loss of everything he holds dear, finds himself sent nearly two decades into the future.
Tano and Kenobi by FireflyFish, obi-wan & ahsoka & cast, 54.3k wip
   Master Skywalker always said “The Force works in mysterious ways” and Ahsoka Tano has to admit, getting thrown backwards in time by about forty years was very mysterious.
these are the good old days by QueenWithABeeThrone, han & obi-wan & anakin, 2.3k
   Han Solo, after being killed by his own son, wakes up as an eight-year-old on Corellia, then runs away from home. just his luck (or the Force) that his ride crashes on a world being squabbled over by the Republic and the Separatists. just his luck (or the Force) that he runs into Anakin Skywalker and Obi-wan Kenobi, too.
set this dance alight by QueenWithABeeThrone, obi-wan & ahsoka & han & cast, 3k wip
   “And don’t call me squirt.” “You’re shorter than I am,” Tano shoots back, “I get to call you anything I like.” or: Han Solo finds the Millennium Falcon a decade or so earlier than scheduled, and Obi-wan Kenobi finds himself adjusting to his new padawan while on the job.
White Rabbits by Butterfly, obi-wan/anakin & background anakin/padme & luke & leia & han & cast, NSFW, time travel, 102.5k wip
   Through the Force, everything is connected. Anakin and Obi-Wan find this out first-hand.
Futurus (-a -um) by cadesama, anakin/padme + obi-wan/anakin/padme + luke & leia & mon mathma & ahsoka, mildly nsfw, 53.2k wip
   Cracked hyperdrive? No problem. Just hold it together with the Force. Time travel? Well. That could be a bigger problem.
One Day More by CalaisKenobi, obi-wan & qui-gon & anakin & cast, 31.2k
   Obi-Wan is given the opportunity to make some changes in his past. With the help of some old friends, and the hindrance of some old enemies, the Galaxy will be forever changed.
Wake the Storm by bedlamsbard, obi-wan & anakin (pre-slash) & cast, 75.4k
   Considering that he had picked up what was probably a Sith artifact, promptly passed out in the middle of a war zone, and apparently woken up twenty years in the future with Obi-Wan having taken up residence in his head, Anakin thought he was entitled to have a few questions.
Old Man Luke by scarletjedi, obi-wan & anakin & luke & cast, 10.4k wip
   Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes. “Who are you?” He asked, hoping a direct question would yield answers. The old man seemed adept at side-stepping information when asked a bit more deftly. “I’ve never heard of a Master with your level of talent.”
Hello From the Other Side by DarthNickels, anakin & luke & han/leia & kylo ren & piett, body swap, time travel, 16.7k wip
   Kylo Ren is destined to take up the mantle of Vader. The Force can be incredibly literal.
I Found You by KeeperofSeeds, obi-wan & shmi, ~1k
   A pregnant Shmi makes it to the Jedi Temple and immediate seeks out and finds the boy who was (will be?) her son’s Master/brother/teacher/friend. The boy who became the man to sacrifice himself for her grandchildren. The One who shared her Visions.
went back and put up a fight by springsoldier (ladydaredevil), obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 2k
   She probably shouldn’t trust the wish-granting Sith artefact. (In which Ahsoka makes a brave attempt at hugging the Dark Side out of Anakin)
Tumblr Ramblings (Obi-Wan Time Travel/AU-jump) by gaealynn, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & cast,
   At the end of RotJ, Obi-Wan reaches out a hand to help Anakin cross over and instead – wakes up on Naboo.
Hollow by JennMel, qui-gon & obi-wan & anakin & others, 5.6k
   Obi-Wan has always had a secret. And Qui-Gon could not, must not, ever know. If he did, then they would never even make it to Tatooine, let alone deal with the rest to come. One perfect possible future, that’s all Obi-Wan needed to achieve…that’s all.
Conversations at the Intersections of Time by Sentimental Star, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon, 5.2k wip
   What happens when a thirteen-year-old Anakin Skywalker and his twenty-nine-year-old Master get snatched back in time, only to come face to face with a fifteen-year-old Obi-Wan…and a very much alive Qui-Gon Jinn?
Tumbling Star Wars by esama, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & padme, 4.9k
   Various Star Wars snippets. Some crossovers.
The Dark Path Lit by Sun and Stars by delicatefury, obi-wan & luke & leia & han & cast, time travel, ~4k
   Obi-Wan wakes up in the middle of a space battle. Or rather he doesn’t. Regardless, a dogfight is no place for an existential crisis.
TDPL Snippet - Leia and Obi-Wan by delicatefury, obi-wan & leia, 1.9k
   In honor of Carrie Fisher, here’s the first Leia POV scene I wrote for The Dark Path Lit by Sun and Stars.
TDPL snippet - The Padawan Discussion, round 2. by delicatefury, obi-wan & luke, 2.4k
   “I know… I know I made a big deal about being a Jedi like my Father,” Luke beings. “And I’m not taking it back,” he hastens to add. “I wanted to be a Jedi at first because he was. I guess I just wanted to know him in someway. But I didn’t wanna be a Jedi like my Father, y’know?
There’s Still Time to Change the Road You’re On by victoria_p (musesfool), anakin & luke & leia, 3.6k
   “Time travel? Are you kriffing kidding me?”
I’ll Be There For You by SinkingLikeASunset, obi-wan/anakin/padme (eventual) & qui-gon & clones & cast, 40.7k wip
   Just days after his fateful encounter with Anakin on Mustafar , Obi-Wan has resigned himself to a lonely existence on Tatooine. However, he has been granted a chance to go back and fix things. Obi-Wan must alter events and make changes as he struggles with memories of a dreadful future and deals with new developments this time around.
untitled by cadesama part 1 / 2 / 3, obi-wan & anakin & leia & rey & padme & finn & poe & cast, 2.7k wip
   A decade ago, Leia would have considered this a headache. Perhaps a nightmare. Now, she was mostly bemused.
of deserts and droids by songstress, rey & anakin, 3.9k
   Rey accidentally time-travels, and realizes that Jedi are even more weird than she had ever imagined.
Tumbling Star Wars by esama, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & padme, 4.9k
   Various Star Wars snippets. Some crossovers.
One Day More by CalaisKenobi, obi-wan & qui-gon & anakin & cast, 31.2k
   Obi-Wan is given the opportunity to make some changes in his past. With the help of some old friends, and the hindrance of some old enemies, the Galaxy will be forever changed.
Conversations at the Intersections of Time by Sentimental Star, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon, 5.2k wip
   What happens when a thirteen-year-old Anakin Skywalker and his twenty-nine-year-old Master get snatched back in time, only to come face to face with a fifteen-year-old Obi-Wan…and a very much alive Qui-Gon Jinn?
Tumbling Star Wars by esama, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon, 11.2k
   Various Star Wars snippets. Some crossovers.
The Dark Path Lit by Sun and Stars by A_Delicate_Fury, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & luke & leia & cody & cast, time travel, 4.3k wip
   After a disaster on the cosmic scale that Obi-Wan is still trying to wrap his mind around, he finds himself back in the early days of the Clone Wars, Commander Cody loyally at his side, Anakin at his back, and Sidious plotting against the Jedi at every turn. He’s been given an unasked for chance to do everything over again. And with the Force as his ally, he intends to set the galaxy on a brighter path than its current trajectory.
The Reality of Change by midnight_vision, obi-wan/anakin/padme & ahsoka & cast, time travel, 66k wip
   Padmé dies on Mustafar and wakes up in the past, about a year before everything falls apart. She’s determined to make sure none of it happens again, and with some help, she tries to expose Palpatine for what he really is. But even if Anakin and the Republic can be saved, that doesn’t mean the outcome will be something any of them want.
From a Certain Point of View pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3 / pt 4, obi-wan & anakin & padme & ahsoka & sidious & cast, 7.5k
Tumblr Ramblings (Obi-Wan Time Travel/AU-jump) by gaealynn, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & cast,
   At the end of RotJ, Obi-Wan reaches out a hand to help Anakin cross over and instead – wakes up on Naboo.
The Fires by Driverpicksthemooseic (Ratkinzluver33), obi-wan/anakin & hinted obi-wan/anakin/padme, 4.2k
   He wakes quickly and without thought, breaking through the barrier of unconsciousness to find himself face down on the floor of a starfighter. (OR, Groundhog Day. ROTS, Battle of Mustafar, Full-On Groundhog Day. Yes, I am a masochist, thank you for asking.)
Where Have We Come? by soaring_heart, obi-wan & anakin, 1.9k
   The first time was one of the hardest and the easiest. Obi-Wan loses at Mustafar, but instead of dying he wakes up at the dawn of the last day of the republic, doomed to repeat the worst day of his life, over and over again.
All Over Again by tricksterity, obi-wan/anakin & qui-gon & shmi & cast, time travel, 27.7k wip
   Obi-Wan Kenobi is sixteen years old when he collapses in the training salle to the shock of his master, Qui-Gon Jinn. When he wakes up two days later after multiple seizures and flatlining once, he remembers the Clone Wars, remembers Mustafar, remembers being cut in half by the man he loved more than anything in the universe, and he remembers Luke and Leia.
Soldier, Poet, King by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & qui-gon & mace & dooku & palpatine & cast, sith!obi-wan, NSFW, 95.4k wip
   Second chances are very rarely given, but the Force smiles upon two of its favorite children and returns them to a time before their actions have met their consequences. Anakin Skywalker, also known as Darth Vader, seeks redemption while Obi-Wan “Ben” Kenobi, disillusioned with the Jedi Order and its Code, falls to the Darkness.

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Tarot Tips for Newbs

It’s going to take a long time for you to get it all completely. That’s okay. Studying is fun. You are learning a language and this shit is dense, complicated, and very subtle. Go slow.

But! That doesn’t mean you have to learn it all before you see results. No worries, just… start. Play around, look at the pictures, experiment with different modes of shuffling. Try a reading right away, just for fun, and it will still tell you things, even if you’ve never touched a deck in your life.

Pay attention to the cards that drop or fall out. They’re messages.

Start with the Rider-Waite (Pamela Coleman Smith) deck, if you can. It’s much easier to pick up. Every single picture is full of common western symbols that just make sense in context. It’s designed to convey the meanings just with pictures. Many other decks do this too, but this one is like the “easiest translation” to read your first time. You can always buy tons of cute artistic decks later.

At first you’ll have a topical understanding of your readings - it will ring true about surface matters and you’ll feel great. But it only gets better! As you get more familiar with your deck and its symbolism, you’ll get insights from readings that don’t just say what’s obvious, but that show you completely new ways to think about situations. It’s so, so great for hard life moments.

The Death card doesn’t mean someone is going to die. It means transformation or change.

It’s okay to look stuff up. We all do it. No one knows it all by heart, and it gives you a much better reading to look at all the possible meanings instead of just the one or two you have memorized. Google is your friend.

learntarot.com/cards.htm is your quick reference. Biddy Tarot is also really good if you prefer prose to lists.

Study a lot of disparate sources to get a fuller understanding of the nuances of every card’s meaning. The booklet that came with your deck, several websites, books. Mix it all together and you’ll get a nice detailed little concept for every card.

It’s a total fucking myth that you can’t buy yourself your own first deck. You won’t wake any curses or have innaccurate readings or bad luck. It’s. …not a thing. Go shopping.

Tarot cards can be really sassy. Like, sometimes straight up rude. It kinda just comes with the territory.

Reversals aren’t so much hard to read as they are hard to …explain? They’re not opposites…more like shadows. Look at the inversion of the picture, think about the inversion of the idea, listen to your gut. Then look it up. You were probably right.

Also, direct any questions to my inbox or to google. Again, Biddy Tarot and learntarot.com are very excellent resources.

NOW, GO FORTH, HAVE FUN!!

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Palmetto State Exy Team Social Media : Andrew Minyard [3/?] x

anonymous asked:

Jamie is the towns local vet, he is about to close the practice for the day when Claire rushes in with a sick/injured Adso! Sparks fly between the two.

Jamie closed the last chart of the day and stretched, enjoying the soft rock playing over the clinic speakers. It had been an unusually long day, but his paperwork was finally done, and he was ready to close shop for the weekend.

Just then, a cloud of curls burst through the doors, looking about as distressed as the woman who bore them and, for that matter, the wee cheetie she was holding carefully under its belly. It wore a crest of painful looking porcupine quills; the work of a half-hour at least.

Yet his protest that it was a minute to closing died on his lips as he met with the woman’s golden eyes.

Dumbstruck as he was, it took him a minute to connect the crisp English accent to her.

“I’m terribly sorry for bursting in so late, it’s just that it seems there are no other veterinarians open at this hour, nor for the weekend, and I came home to find that Adso had picked the wrong fight -“

The kitten narrowed its eyes and let out a rumble of displeasure, as though remembering its foe and their undoubtedly bitter battle.

“Nae trouble at all!” Jamie said a tad too enthusiastically. “Ms…”

“Beauchamp. Claire Beauchamp.” 

“Jamie Fraser. Call me Jamie.” He replied, standing back and motioning the way to one of the exam rooms.

She visibly relaxed and followed him back. “Thank you so much. Lord knows the little fool deserves it -“ was it Jamie’s imagination, or did the “little fool’s” rumbling get louder at that? - “but I worry he’d hurt himself more if I left it for next week,” Claire continued, placing the cheetie on the exam table; either unfazed by its behaviour, or used to it.

Seems ye’ve caught a witch, Jamie lad. He stymied his thoughts before they could say any further stupid things.

“A porcupine, ye say? Weel he’s luckily he didna get it worse then.” Jamie commented as he placed a hand on the cat’s fluffy rear in an attempt to stabilize him.

Lightning-fast, he pinched the quill near its base and tugged, simultaneously freeing it and producing a loud yowl from the unfortunate critter.  

“One down, about seven more to go.” Claire beamed at him.

“Ooch the first is the easiest,” Jamie explained, “these last ones, weel it depends on the beast, but I dinna think yon cheetie will let them go without a fight.”

He was somewhat embarrassed to find his Scots accent deepening in her presence, and he wondered if she noticed.

“Shhh wee cheetie, dinna fash” he murmured reassuringly, petting its unquilled lower half as he slowly lowered his hand towards what currently resembled nothing so much as a sentient and very angry dustball.

A quick paw reached out and batted his hand away, hissing.

“Adso!” Claire admonished the cat, strikingly like a parent castigating a small child, “let the nice man help you.”

Jamie couldn’t hide his grin as Adso reluctantly lowered his paw, as though he understood his human’s words.

Weel if she is a witch, I’d let her enchant me any day.

She turned an apologetic gaze towards him, “I’m so sorry, he’s really normally sweet…”

“Aye, it’s the pain doing it. I’ve had it happen with horses, so a cheetie’s no trouble.” He reassured her.

“A horse? Really! I’d wouldn’t imagine they would be so foolish as to take on a porcupine.”

She shot an accusatory look at Adso, and he looked away with as much dignity as he could muster in the situation.

Jamie couldn’t help but smile even more broadly. He was uncomfortably aware that he’d been smiling far more than was normal. Complete dolt, that’s what she thinks of ye, lad.

“Not generally, but some sometimes the two startle each other and there’s a wee stramash.”

Claire laughed, and Jamie felt oddly proud to have achieved that. When, he wondered, had he become such a bonehead around women?

He returned his attention (or at least his eyes) to the kitten, gently questing for information as he divested it of its painful ornaments.

“Ye’re not from here, I think?” He asked.

“No, I’m new to Inverness. Moved here to… finish up my medical residency.”

Caught by the sorrow of her tone, he didn’t get his hand back fast enough, and found it instantly mauled by the offended feline.

Claire let out a huff of laughter, but the echo of sorrow was still there.

Jamie extracted his finger from the beastie’s wee claws and tentatively pushed her on it.

“A sassenach in Inverness? That’s an odd choice, if ye don’t mind my saying.”

For a moment she looked as though she would brush him off, but then she let out a breath and something about her seemed to relax, to accept whatever it was she had to tell him.

“I don’t, it’s just… I’ve just gotten divorced. Wanted a fresh start and all that. Some distance.” She looked past the room as she said it, but returned to the present after a moment, meeting his eyes in a manner that had a hint of a challenge to it.

Jamie held her eyes, hoping he was managing to convey sympathy instead of the pity he imagined she often received.

“I understand, though for what it’s worth, I’m surprised any man would willingly part from you.”

He felt the heat rise in his face once more. Ye damn clumsy fool. She’s being open with ye and ye decide the best response is to flirt? Ye should be happy if she claps yer ears and walks out. No less than ye deserve.

Yet she did not clap his ears, nor indeed did she walk out. Jamie seized on the silence to make amends.

“I’m sae sorry, that was rude of me, I-“

“No, no. It was fine, really.” She seemed to hesitate over her next words, and Jamie held his breath.

“It’s just been a while since… I don’t know, since such advances were welcome, I suppose.”

Jamie felt as though he was bolted to the spot. He knew he should say something, but his mind had gone completely blank.

Strident rock chords broke their bubble.

“HEAVY PETTING / COME UP BREATHING” growled the singer  

Jamie looked as though someone had dropped him in a boiling pot. Ears glowing bright enough to rival a phone booth, he leapt out of the room and fumbled with the computer, mumbling something about “damn playlist,” and “Alec’s nephew, wee sod.”

Claire burst into laughter at this sudden spectacle, gasping for breath and earning an inquisitive “mrrp?” from Adso that perfectly matched the expression Jamie turned towards her as he re-entered the room. This did nothing to help with the breathing situation, which was becoming quite dire, all sound having been cut off in her mirth.

“Are you laughing at me?” Jamie asked, grinning as he leaned against the door frame.

“Yes, I most certainly am!” Claire gasped, trying to regain her composure.

Jamie found himself unable to resist laughing with her.

Another delicate bubble of silence enveloped them as they recovered.

“I should be on my way. Weekend clinic tomorrow.”

“Oh, aye. Of course.” He agreed, clearing his throat and trying to hide his disappointment. And what did ye think ye’d do, hey? Invite her to yer home just after meeting her? Along with her cheetie?

Claire picked up her unhappy but now de-quilled kitten, tucking him in the crook of her arm to prevent him from squirming too much as he saw her to the door.  

She opened her mouth, her face seeming to indicate something was on her mind. But she seemed to decide against it, simply smiling, thanking him, and bidding him a good night.

He beamed, transfixed by the warmth of her smile; a heat he felt right down to his bones.

“Nae trouble, Claire. Good night to you as well.”

Jamie stared at the door for some time after she left, enjoying the flittering of butterflies in his stomach before he realized he’d not thought to ask for her number.

The following week was one of the rare busy weeks at the hospital, and as such, Claire pushed her plans to meet the hot vet once more to the back of her mind. Yet as luck would have it, life intervened to give her another chance.

A plaintive howl emerged from behind the nurse’s desk as Claire walked up to it, eager to confirm her shift was indeed over so she could go home for the weekend.

Nurses Hildegarde, Fitz and Duncan were crowded around its source.

“I dinna care if it’s ill, it’s a mangy dog, no’ a person!” Geillis griped.

“Oh no, is Bouton under the weather?” Claire asked, leaning over to get a look at the miserable dog. Affectionately known as the “petit docteur,” Bouton was a familiar presence on the ward, beloved by the patients and staff (save for nurse Duncan, who seemed to be the only person in the world he didn’t get along with), and known for catching things that even the doctors missed.

“I am afraid so. He has been under the weather for the past few days; I am concerned for him.” Nurse Hildegarde explained, casting a sympathetic look at the poor beast.

“I’ll bring him to a vet!” Claire offered, rather too hastily.

At the nurses’ raised brows, she tried to amend her enthusiasm. “It’s just that I know a very good vet, and I live close… well, close-ish…”

Seeing her rising blush, Nurse Hildegarde hid a smile. “That would be so kind of you, Claire.”

“No trouble at all!” Claire hastily threw on her coat and rushed out, bearing a somewhat startled terrier.

“A vet, then? Geillis grinned slyly. “Think that means he likes it doggy-style?”

Nurse Fitz whacked her with a chart.  

Gardenia and her roserade!  This one is actually one of my personal favorites I’ve done so far. uwu I don’t really understand her hair, like, ??? pokemon hair can be so weird, but whatever!

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There is Power in Threes (Part 1/3+1)

@the-last-hair-bender, @meggory84,

I present the unbeta’d chapter one of that Labyrinth/Star Wars crossover you all wanted me to write. I can’t promise chapter 2 for a few weeks, as I’ve exams I really ought to be studying for. But I hope you enjoy the first bit. (Continues under a cut as its a tad longer than I like posting otherwise.)


Obi-Wan is nine - three by three - the first time he meets the Goblin King. A full moon shines alone in the eternally lit skies of Coruscant. The initiates had been studying Darthominian folk customs that afternoon in their class on the cultures of other Force users. Bruck had broken a precious artifact in the teacher’s absence, then proceeded to blame it on Obi-Wan. The teacher had not believed his denial. “With behaviour like this, maybe the Goblins should take you,” the Master taking the class had declared. Half jest to reassure him, but that meant they were half sincere at the seriousness of the crime.

“Hey, Oafy-wan.” Bruck had called that night, safe in their dorm. “Maybe tonight Goblins will take you away. You’d fit right in with them.”

Obi-Wan had clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and forced himself to not retaliate. He had already been refused that night’s sweet, and forced to clean the common area. All for something he had not done.

That night cold and alone, Obi-Wan gazed longing out the window at the moon, hugging himself close. “You know what I wish?” He asked the stars he couldn’t see. “I wish, I wish the Goblin King would take me away to the Goblin Kingdom. At least there I’d know I was wanted.”

Deep at the heart of the Room of a Thousand Fountains, an old water clock completed its final cycle for the day. When the final chime fell silent, the only things in the bed by the window are a small round crystal - clear and pure as a drop of moonlight - and a single stray feather.

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0700: I’ll Give You Control, But Just For Tonight

“Thanks for the ride,” Harper murmurs, but she makes no move to exit Harry’s car.

“Yeah, it’s no problem,” he replies quietly, his head slowly turning so that he’s facing her. It’s the first time that she notices the smallest of bruises underneath his right eye.

Harper doesn’t think as she lightly presses her index finger against the bruise, tracing the wound. Harry tenses at first under her touch, but he lets her do as she pleases. His eyes flick back and forth between her face and her fingers, but her eyes are solely on the discolored patch of skin.

“Sorry about this,” she whispers and her thumb rubs underneath his eye, the rest of her palm lightly cupping his cheek.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve had worse.” His lips barely move as he replies. Both of them seemed to know that any loud sound would break them out of whatever moment they were having.

“Do you want to come inside to ice it?” The words slip out before she can think any better of herself. Her breathing stops as she waits for a reply.

“Sure.” Both of them let out a loud breath simultaneously.

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I Know

A short little bit of Uliro for @atimelordswife, since she adores them so much and I’m only too happy to jump on board a new ship. :)


“They will return safely.”

Shiro looked up. “I know.”

“You trained them well.” Ulaz sat beside him, close enough to reach, but not so close that he could be considered an intrusion on Shiro’s personal space.

“I know.”

Ulaz glanced over, quietly observing him for a moment. “You don’t need to worry. They’re strong.”

“They’re still so young,” Shiro murmured.

“So are you.”

“I trained to come out here. I knew what could happen, and I said my goodbyes before I left.” Shiro frowned. “They just found a lion. None of them knew what they were signing up for.”

“You do your team a disservice thinking that way.” Ulaz straightened. “They could have chosen to leave, and they stayed. They might not have known where the Blue Lion would lead them, but they know now, and they are still fighting.”

“They shouldn’t have to fight in the first place,” Shiro snapped. “I know they can do it, and I know they’re willing, but they should be safe on Earth, not out here, risking their lives.”

“In another time, perhaps they could be.” Ulaz frowned. “I would wish the same for all of you.”

“I know,” Shiro whispered, staring at the ground in front of him.

Ulaz stood. “Come with me. It won’t help to sit here and think. I’ll train with you to keep your mind occupied.”

Shiro smiled. “Thanks. I could use a distraction.”

anonymous asked:

Hi, i see it your color palette meme and read the tutorial that you made, but I'm still kind of confuse. Can you do a tutorial to how to change the color? Like red to blue or green, purple ecc. I'll very grateful.

Of course, anon! I guess I’ll just show you how I colored a couple of different scenes. One is simpler and the other is a bit more complex, so I hope this tutorial covers everything!

These are the scenes I’m gonna be working with:

and these are the results:

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late night practice self portrait sketches // 🖤❤️💜💗

vanguardpaladinkeith  asked:

some cute hance + first kiss??

It was one of the easiest and most natural things Lance had ever done.

Allura had given the team the day off because she and Coran had some repairs to do on the ship and the paladins had just saved yet another planet. Pidge had wanted to work on her Altean and Shiro had tagged along with her to watch. Keith had said something about training, and so that had left Hunk and him to find something to do on their own.

The planet they were stopped on was gorgeous, especially since the city they had saved was on the edge of a bright blue ocean with white sandy beaches. It was almost like Varadero beach, only the water was a strange, almost iridescent blue that wouldn’t have been natural on earth.

Lance and Hunk had spent hours on the beach, playing in the water and sand and just hanging out. It was long past sunset now, though, and Lance and Hunk were sitting quietly side by side, watching the planet’s second moon peak just above the horizon.

“What do you think our families are doing on earth?” Lance asked, his voice low and mellow, mirroring the gentle ebb and flow of the ocean’s waves.

“Worrying,” Hunk said, leaning back on his hands. “Probably. I mean, we kinda just… disappeared.”

“Yeah,” Lance said, going quiet for a moment.

“I miss them,” he whispered, barely audible above the sound of the waves.

He looked over at Hunk when Hunk laid his hand on top of his in the sand.

“I know, buddy,” Hunk said, voice soft and just a little watery from his own emotions. “I miss mine, too. But we have a family here, sort of. I mean, we’re kinda family, right?”

Hunk looked into Lance’s eyes, hopeful and soft and comforting, and Lance was aware of just how close their faces were, and just how much closer he wanted them to be.

“Yeah, buddy,” Lance whispered, his own eyes softening as he looked at Hunk. “We’re family.”

It was one of the easiest and most natural things Lance had ever done. When he leaned forward, eyes wide open, Hunk met him halfway.

at midnight when mothers day officially begins im going to start drinking and i dont plan on stopping until i crash so in case i forget here’s to the cool moms i have on tumblr if one of y'all could go back in time and kidnap me that’d be gr8

Org. XIII Lexaeus Guide

Another month, another Organization event.  This time we have one of our most forgettable members: Lexaeus.  I’m never going to remember how to spell this guy’s name so we’re going to call him Lexy.

The formula for this event is as follows:

  1. 3 Single Target enemies, the first two which have the Caution (*C*) warning, which gives them first attack.  No continues.
  2. One enemy, one turn.  This is the easiest one.
  3. One enemy two turns.  These are usually bosses and have lots of health.
  4. Repeat.

In line with Lexy’s fight in KH2, all the enemies are Power type.  A lot of the bosses have defense buffs you have to cleanse off them.  There are also a few hit counters (you get x amount of hits before they attack you), which is maybe a reference to the power levels?  I don’t know.  Unfortunately there aren’t any enemies that “power up” over time, which I thought would be a cool idea!  I feel like less work went into this event versus some of the others (Larxene, Xigbar).  

Enemy List:
*Lexy B missions are bolded*

1: No continues
Lv. 25 Large Body *C*
Lv. 25 Defender *C*
Lv. 25 Gargoyle Knight

2: One Turn ~ MM
Lv. 50 Morning Star

3: Two Turns ~ Lexy B
Lv. 75 Enraged Elk (+3 P-Def, +8 Health Bars)

4: No continues
Lv. 100 Large Armor *C*
Lv. 100 Mega Shadow *C*
Lv. 100 Hammer Frame

5: One Turn ~ Lexy B
Lv. 125 Fat Bandit

6: Two Turns ~ MM
Lv. 150 Cerberus (+2 PSM-Str, +2 Health Bars)

7: No continues ~ MM
Lv. 175 Defender *C*
Lv. 175 Shadow (& Pals??) *C*
Lv. 175 Armed Warrior (+3 PSM-Def)

8: One Turn ~ Lexy B
Lv. 200 Ringmaster (50 Hit Counter, +3 Health Bars)

9: Two Turns ~ Hairstyles
Lv. 225 Behemoth (+39 Health Bars)

10: No continues ~ Lexy B
Lv. 250 Gummi Hammer *C*
Lv. 250 Ringmaster *C* (35 Hit Counter, +3 Health Bars)
Lv. 250 Wandering Spook (23 Hit Counter, +4 Health Bars)

11: One Turn ~ Lexy B
Lv. 275 Gigas Shadow (+5 Health Bars)

12: Two Turns ~ Lexy B
Lv. 300 Dual Durandal (4 Turn Counter, +1 P-Str, +50 Health Bars)

13: No continues ~ Lexy B ~ Title: No. V
Lv. 350 Armed Warrior (+3 PSM-Def, +5 Health Bars)
Lv. 350 Enraged Elk *C* (+3 P-Def, +1 Str, +32 Health Bars)
Lv. 350 Iron Giant (+93 Health Bars)

The first eleven missions are pretty straightforward.  You might have trouble pulling off damage on enemies like the Behemoth.  Remember that enemies at Lv. 225 don’t have a lot of defense, so you should be stacking your Strength and PSM Strength buffs instead of Defense Down.

Mission 12:
This guy is sort of an ass, but it all comes down to luck.  After the first four medals, you’re going to be paralyzed for the rest of the fight.  Remember Extra Attack won’t proc if you can’t use the medal the first time.  He hits a lot for a good amount of damage, so make sure you have at least one (maybe two?) healing medals or a few DB procs.  Paralysis Resist actually has some usefulness!  But in my opinion, you should stack the most damage you can (since you still have to get through 50 health bars in two turns) and just re-run the mission until you get lucky.  It only took me two tries, but it took my roommate thirty.

As for damage, I used Classic Donald and Xigbar B on DR (both F2P medals).  They do a ton of damage and leave room for three buff medals.  Use Single Target stuff like Mickey&Minnie and iB&B is really helpful with the cleanse.  Take a high damage friend medal: KDG works wonders.  This damage wall is going to be what gives players trouble, since Mission 13 is harder but more forgiving.

Mission 13:
There are two problems here.  First, the Enraged Elk has first attack.  If you don’t have good Def +2000 traits, you’re going to really need DB3 or Second Chance.  Like.  He just destroys you.  Don’t have any of that?  Grab a friend medal with SC.  Remember, you CANNOT continue.

Next is the Iron Giant.  He hits like a truck, but there’s a pretty easy way around this.  Pluto B from the last High Score Challenge gives +2 Power Defense.  Stacking two of these (one with Extra Attack) trivializes the fight.  Then you can take your time and whittle him down since there’s nothing he can do to kill you. Pluto B does cost 3 SP each though, so make sure you are bringing SP recovery medals!

An alternative method to Pluto B is Triple Threat.  Paralyze/Sleep/Poison on your friend medal (especially if it has Extra Attack) can really save your butt.  Actually, Pluto B with Extra Attack and Triple Threat is the absolute best share medal for this mission, so if you run out of SP you can just tap and pray for TT to activate.  Alternatively, Pluto B with Second Chance for the elk.

When you finish Mission 13 you get the title: No. V
As for traits, you’re aiming for Str+1000 (generally good) or Aerial Def -60% (situationally better).  Aerial over Ground because a lot of Speed enemies are flying type, specifically the Black Copter Fleet.

Good luck this week!!

<3 KCM

Test Ride (Gency) - fanfic preview

Okay so I wasn’t really gonna do this but I got so much love from my FE GEncy crossover that I thought I MIGHT AS WELL DO THIS. This fic isn’t on the priority level of Princess and the Pauper buuuuut we shall see if it takes off. Anyway, this is a preview for a literal shameless smut fic I’ve been drafting up. LMK what ya’ll think

Test Ride
Rating: M
Pair: Genji x Mercy
Summary: At the advice of his mentor, Genji repairs a lost function of his lost body. Unfortunately (or perhaps not) he needs his doctor’s assistance to make sure everything is working properly.

If he was being truly honest with himself, it started when he first awoke in his body. 

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Treehouse

Chapter One

An early spring season afternoon on a weekday in Georgia. Washington Middle School. Math class in a classroom full of 7th graders. The class is doing a worksheet while their teacher is grading tests. One of the students, Connor, age 12, is concentrating on his worksheet. He doesn’t like it cause some of the problems are challenging. While he’s figuring out his latest problem, he hears whispers coming from behind him. 

“If we’re playing soccer, pick me first” whispers Wyatt to one of his friends, Joe. “Why does Mr. Johnson always pick you as one of the captains?” asks Donnie, a friend. “Cause I’m the best” a cocky response by Joe. Joe is the leader. Joe sees Connor working on his worksheet. He notices that Connor is only two more problems from finishing the worksheet. He looks at his own worksheet and that he hasn’t done any of the problems. He gives his buddies a look, signaling to check out Connor and his worksheet. Soon, there’s an understanding between the three boys on what Joe wants to happen. 

“Hey, Connor” says Joe. Connor turns and looks at Joe. He sees Joe’s friends for a few seconds, just to acknowledge their presence. “I need your help with one of the problems” Joe tells Connor. Connor is a nice guy. A nice guy that’s good at algebra. Connor gets up from his seat and walks over to Joe. Wyatt gets up and goes up to the pencil sharpener on the wall by the windows. The pencil sharpener is near Connor’s seat. Wyatt sharpens his pencil. 

“I can’t figure out the GCF of 18 and 3. What is it?” asks Joe. Joe sees Wyatt finishing sharpening his pencil and walking back to his seat. But he makes the long walk and goes towards Connor’s seat. 

Connor thinks its odd Joe’s asking about this problem because it’s one of the first problems, so it’s one of the easiest. “The answer is the biggest number that is a factor to both 18 and 3. So…” Connor telling Joe thinking Joe is serious about the problem. While Joe is thinking of the answer, Wyatt grabs Connor’s worksheet and walks to his seat, hiding the worksheet from Connor. 

“It’s 3″ says Joe. “Correct”. Joe smiles, feeling like he achieved a goal. Connor walks back to his seat. Wyatt gives Connor’s worksheet to Joe and Joe puts the worksheet on his desk. Joe quickly writes his name on Connor’s worksheet. Once Connor is at his seat, he realizes his worksheet’s gone. He looks around, on the floor, nothing. Joe hides his own worksheet under his notebook. Connor looks at Joe, Wyatt, and Donnie. “Joe, I know you took” but Connor is interrupted by their teacher. “Connor, where’s your worksheet?” asks the math teacher. “Joe took it” Connor tells the teacher. Of course, Joe acts innocent, doesn’t know what Connor is talking about. 

“Connor, did you really spend the entire half of class thinking of an excuse to not do your homework?” asks the teacher. Connor tries to explain but the math teacher isn’t having it. Connor is given a new blank worksheet to start over with. Connor looks back and sees Joe finishing the last problem of his worksheet. Joe winks at him, pissing Connor off. 

Once school is over, Connor immediately heads for his locker to pack up to go home. After zipping up his backpack full of books for homework and locking his locker, Connor heads for the bus. He’s being followed by Joe, Wyatt, and Donnie. “Hey, Connor” says Wyatt. Connor runs for the exit of the school. Joe, Wyatt, and Donnie runs after him. 

Outside of the school, the line of buses full of kids. The buses starts to leave starting from the first bus of the line. Connor runs towards his bus that’s still parked in the line. But Connor is caught by Joe, Wyatt, and Donnie. “Where do you think you’re going?” asks Donnie as the three boys holds Connor. “Leave me alone!” shouts Connor as he’s trying to run to his bus. He sees the buses in front of his bus leaving but Joe, Wyatt, and Donnie are holding him back. And just when Connor thought he was gonna miss his bus, he gives up. He relaxes. 

Joe, Wyatt, and Donnie shoves Connor. Because Connor’s backpack is heavy full of textbooks, he falls back on the ground. Joe, Wyatt, and Donnie rushes to the doors of the bus and gets on. Connor struggles to get up. He removes the straps off and gets up. It’s seconds away from the bus leaving. He grabs onto the straps of his backpack and is running to the bus. Joe, Wyatt, and Donnie have just sit on the bus, by the window, perfect for them to watch Connor. 

“Hey! Wait!” screams Connor. One of the straps of his backpack loosens too much that the backpack falls to the ground. “Damn it!” Connor grabs a strap once again and runs for the bus. But it’s too late. The bus drives off and Connor watches Joe, Wyatt, and Donnie waving at him as they ride off. 

Connor, ticked off. He readjusts the straps of his backpack, and walks back inside the school. Connor calls his mother for her to pick her up. 

The next day, in homeroom, Connor is still feeling very upset about the day before. He writes in a book. But he’s surprised to hear the voice, “Hey, Connor”. It’s Joe. He sits right next to Connor. Connor stops writing and closes his book and ignores Joe. “Still mad?” Connor’s anger is almost about to build up to where it was when he watched the bus leave him. “Don’t take it personally, it was just for jokes. Don’t get salty” says Joe. Joe sees Connor is still angry at him. Joe rolls his eyes. “If it makes you feel any better”….Joe thinks for just few seconds on what to say next. But he’s interrupted by Wyatt and Donnie who walks into the classroom. They fist bump Joe before sitting down. “Dork bothering you, Joe?” asks Donnie. Joe lightly shakes his head. 

Wyatt sees Connor’s book. Connor’s hiding it by resting his arms on it. “What are you reading, Connor? “Connor Potter and the Order of the Faggot?” Wyatt and Donnie starts laughing hysterically. Joe laughs as well but it’s an obvious exaggerated fake laugh. Wyatt sees that. “What, it’s funny” Wyatt telling Joe. Joe doesn’t think so. 

The boys’ homeroom teacher enters the classroom as the school bell rings. Throughout the day, Connor writes in his mysterious book every chance he gets. Free time during classes and at lunch. As another day of school ends, Connor is walking to his bus, this time without being chased by Joe, Wyatt, and Donnie. 

“Relax, Connor. The bus isn’t leaving for another ten minutes” Donnie teasing Connor about him missing the bus the day before. It’s true. A lot of the students are just hanging out on the front yard of the school, while other students are chilling in their buses.

Connor continues walking towards the bus. Wyatt and Donnie stops Connor. “Can we check out the book you’re reading” says Wyatt. “You wouldn’t like it” replies Connor. “We gotta get to detention, man” says Joe. Wyatt looks at Joe with an annoyed look on his face. “Since when do you care about making to detention on time?” asks Donnie “If we’re late again, we’ll get a Saturday detention” says Joe. 

Wyatt and Donnie looks at Connor. Wyatt looks like he’s thinking of his options: get to detention on time or bug Connor about his book. Wyatt chose detention. Luckily for Connor the day was Friday. Next day, Connor got on his bike and took a ride to a convenience store and bought a bag of popcorn and sodas. He carries the items in his backpack as he rides his bike around the neighborhood. 

He’s crushed to see Joe, Wyatt, and Donnie, also on their bikes. “Yo, Connor!” yells Wyatt from down the street. Connor immediately starts riding down a different direction away from the three boys. Joe, Wyatt, and Donnie rides their bikes after Connor. 

Connor heads for the open roads surrounded by the woods. “Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna doooo” sings by Wyatt in the ‘Cops’ theme song. Connor starts to panic. He heads into a private road in the park still being chased. Connor hits a large stick on the ground, falling off the bike. Connor’s hurt. But he’s not worried about that. He’s scared as he sees Joe, Wyatt, and Donnie catching up to him. Connor gets up and runs into the non-road areas of the park, deep into the woods. 

“Shit, it’s starting to become “Connor in Faggots’ Wonderland” yells Wyatt as the three stops their bikes and runs after Connor on foot. 

Connor is running and running. For a good thirty seconds, all he hears is the branches and sticks he breaks as he steps on them, running as fast as he can. Then he hears “Connor, what the hell? We just wanna say hi!” yells Joe. 

Eventually Joe, Wyatt, and Donnie starts to lose track of Connor. They stop and look around. They don’t see Connor around and all the see is large, tall trees. “Where is he?!” yells angry Wyatt. “We gotta get back. I don’t wanna get lost in the woods” says Donnie. “Stop being a fucking chicken, Donnie” says Wyatt. “He’s right, Wyatt. It’s worse if the kid’s lost all by himself” says Joe hoping to get Wyatt to change their plans and head back to where the left their bikes.

As for Connor, he’s still running. But the longer he doesn’t hear the boys call for him, he starts to figure it out. They lost him and he stops running. He take large breathes. He looks around. He walks up to a tree and places his head on it, continuing panting. Once Connor is breathing normally, he steps back, looks up to see the tall trees. Connor sees what looks like an tree house at the top of the tree in front of him. 

The treehouse is as big as a bedroom to fit 2 beds in it. Treehouse is old. Connor walks around the tree and finds a ladder that looks to be as old as the treehouse. He climbs up all the way to the top, opens the floor door of the treehouse and enters. 

Connor, amazed. An old twin size bed at the corner of the treehouse. A small desk with art supplies. A small window with no glass or boards. Connor sits down on the mattress. 

Connor removes his backpack off him and continues to check out the place. He checks out the art supplies on the desk. Paint brushes, a sketchpad full of pantings of the woods. 

Later that day, we see Joe in the woods. He’s walking around. He’s looking for something. Not Connor. He finds it. He finds a keychain full of keys on the ground. “Holy shit” a relief for Joe. Joe holds on to the ring of keys like a teddy bear. Joe looks around and starts to get worried. He’s worried he can’t find his way back this time all alone. Joe starts walking.

Connor is still in the treehouse. He’s lighting the treehouse with his phone flashlight. He’s writing in his book at the desk while listening to music on his iPod. Connor starts to hear footsteps. He’s a little confused. He pauses the song and listens. The footsteps gets louder and louder. Connor hears Joe’s voice, “What is this?”. Connor turns the flashlight off and sits still, quiet, hoping Joe will leave. Connor’s phone rings. Caller ID says “Katie”. 

“Somebody in there” same voice, Joe’s. Connor quickly ignores the call. Joe starts climbing up the ladder he finds. Connor’s heart starts beating faster and faster. Connor watches the door. When he sees the door starts moving, he goes to hide under the bed. There’s no lights in the treehouse, it’s dark without the flashlight on Connor’s phone. 

Connor sees the door open and sees Joe as he enters the bed. But he fails to realize his math textbook on the desk. Joe looks around the treehouse. He’s impressed. He walks over to the desk and recognizes the textbook. He opens it to the first page and sees the name “Connor Rivers”. Joe looks around at what Connor feels like the longest search ever.