Before actually drawing anything specific with new characters I always do some sort of sketch/doodle page with them. Usually just getting basic details down that I find necessary for the character then whatever else.
This is the page I did for Hanzo and McCree ( > ಥ wಥ)>
You guys MUST give us more details about the proposal(s) - How Stiles proposed and how Derek was planning to propose. Please and thank you <3
“Son, you need to
Stiles paused in his
pacing to spin on his heel, arms flailing, and fixed his father with
a wide-eyed stare.
“Calm down?” His
voice hitched, “Calm down? You told me he’s going to
propose, dad. That’s- that’s huge.”
John raised one hand
in a sort of placating gesture, “Now, I never said-”
it,” Stiles was vaguely aware that his hands were shaking as he
dialled Derek’s number, for the third time in the span of a minute. A
frustrated noise died in his throat when it went straight to
“Stiles, I don’t
get why you’re making such a big deal out of this,” John stabbed
another piece of lettuce with his plastic fork, and pulled a face as
if it had personally offended him. “This tastes like nothing.”
“Eat your goddamn
salad,” Stiles muttered, eyes fixed on his screen as he typed out a
string of texts. Badly punctuated, slightly hysterical texts.
“Not until you sit
down and tell me what the issue is, here,” John tilted his head
meaningfully towards the chair across from him, “I don’t want you
having a panic attack.”
Stiles slumped into
the seat, reluctant, and bit at his thumb. He narrowed his eyes at
his left knee, which kept bobbing up and down as his leg twitched.
“I was the
one who was supposed to propose first, okay?” the words left his
mouth faster than he could think of them, a little louder than he’d
intended. At his father’s questioning look, he took a deep breath and
continued, “In theory. I mean, I didn’t see it happening for
another year or two.”
“So you think it’s
no- it’s just…” Stiles exhaled heavily, ran unsteady fingers
through his hair, “maybe. Maybe it is. That’s the problem- I’m not
sure. Do you really think we’re ready for this?”
“I know that you
and Derek love each other,” the Sheriff’s brow was furrowed,
“There isn’t any doubt there, right?”
“None at all,”
Stiles said- immediately, reflexively. “It’s just that…God, I
don’t know.” he groaned and dropped his head into his hands.
“Didn’t you have
any doubts before you proposed to mom?” he asked quietly, through
“Of course I did,”
his dad’s response was soft, “How could I not? She was an amazing
woman and I still wasn’t entirely convinced I deserved her. But…”
Stiles lifted his head in time to see his dad shrug. “It’s normal
to have doubts, son.”
The sound that
escaped Stiles was helpless: “Derek’s not perfect, but neither am
I. I’m kind of obnoxious and I talk too much and– and at the end of
the day, I’m just kinda an anxious mess, dad. I still have the
nightmares, like, weekly. Should anyone really have to put up
“And- and Derek
has his own issues, but at the end of the day I’ve actually seen that
he’s the sweetest goofball of a man and I love him so much and
he’s probably got some huge romantic gesture planned that I could
never top but, goddammit, I really
wanted to propose to him first-”
“I’m going to stop
you there,” his dad levelled him with a look, “Just
tell him, Stiles.”
tell him what?” Stiles muttered to his knees.
you just told me.”
to him, tell him these things, and- goddammit, Stiles- just propose
to him, if you want to propose.”
I don’t have a ring, though-”
His father jabbed a finger towards the door.
shot up from his chair and was
out of the office within the minute.
dumped his salad in the trash.
front porch of the Hale house made one hell of a noise when you
walked on it- Stiles knew this, because he was physically incapable
of walking around quietly (unlike certain werewolves that
he knew). Currently, it was kicking up one hell of a protest as he
stomped towards the front door, floorboards whining under his
sneakers; not that he cared, not that he really registered the sound
over the rushing in his ears. His heart was in his throat and his
mind was running a mile a minute and
he needed to remind himself to breathe.
took a shuddery breath and flung the door open. It hit the inside
wall with a bang.
was going to propose first,
maybe not the best way he could have phrased that. He’d have to try
who seemed to be
in the middle of assembling some kind of furniture, fumbled and
dropped the screwdriver in his hands (goddammit, Derek never fumbled,
what the hell). He turned to face Stiles;
his ridiculous puppy eyes
and his eyebrows
know what.” Stiles
stalked across the room, gripped the front of
Derek’s henley with his
fists. “You were going to propose tomorrow, weren’t you?”
Derek looked crestfallen, suddenly, eyes shifting to the side as he
said, “I’m sorry? I-”
shut up and listen to me,” Stiles’ voice was low, intense, as he
leaned closer and made Derek look him in the eye.
love you so much,
Derek. So freaking much it
scares me.” He loosened his grip a fraction, smoothed down the
wrinkles in Derek’s shirt with one hand, “I love how you have this
sense of humour that you only really share with me. I love the little
crinkles around your eyes when you smile. I actually kind of love
when you’re grumpy, too.
like it when you don’t shave and you get stubble burn all over me. I
like that you’re actually, like, friends
with my dad,” Stiles laughed, “I. I still have no idea how that
grabbed onto the hand that Stiles kept running down his shirt, lacing
their fingers together,“Stiles–”
I’m not done. So,
yeah, sometimes we have our differences, like when you argue
that a bald cupcake most definitely is a muffin-”
“Shut up, it’s
not.” He pressed his fingers to Derek’s lips, and Derek’s eyebrows
shot up. “I’m trying to tell you that I love our differences. I
love that we can argue and it can still be fun.”
twitched, like he was fighting a smile.
lowered his eyes and went on, “And…and
I love that you’ll wake me up from my nightmares, help me count my
fingers and calm down- and I
just. I–” he shook his head, “I’m being cheesy, now, or
whatever, I know– but you
probably had something three times as romantic as this planned, so.”
stared at him for a minute, gaze soft. He pressed a kiss to Stiles’
fingers, and Stiles lowered his hand.
I speak now?” Derek murmured.
threw his hands up, “Will you marry me or not, you dork?”
Derek swept him-
literally swept him into his arms, his
feet left the floor- into what could only be described as a bruising
kiss. Stiles made a soft, desperate noise and clutched at Derek’s
shoulders, raised one hand and slid it along Derek’s jaw. Derek bit
at his lower lip, licked into his mouth, and
Stiles groaned and arched
into him, seeking the warmth, craving the intensity. Gradually, the
kiss slowed- became something softer, sweeter. Stiles pulled back
reluctantly to take a breath, and Derek mouthed at his jaw.
“That’s a yes,
right?” Stiles asked, on an exhale.
Derek buried his
face in Stiles’ neck and laughed.
ridiculous,” Derek’s lips moved against his throat- soft, familiar.
“Of course I’ll marry you.”
Stiles grinned so
hard it hurt, and ran his fingers through Derek’s hair, “Good.
Wanna put me down, now?”
nipped at him playfully, “Think I wanna carry you upstairs.”
“Oh, good idea,
yes. The best idea.” He hit at Derek’s shoulder, “Go, what
are you waiting for.”
It didn’t take them
very long to get to the bedroom.
was havin a think abt how in fandom u really almost never see traits like elegant/beautiful/etc assigned to fatter iterations of characters like usually in ovw its hanzo that always gets desc’d as beautiful deadly elegant and i sort of get it bc mccrees like… rugged goofball man aes and all but whatever shoutout to my big boys n reminder that those words and aesthetics are just as much yours as they are anyone else’s and if ppl tell u otherwise i can and will send those people several hundred wasps
Reasons why Adam Young must be protected at all costs.
-He makes the best music in the world -He does awkward/adorable little dances -He plays barefoot on stage -He records trampoline springs because it sounds cool -He has an entire case full of things just to record the wind -He’s the biggest goofball on earth -He records his own scream just to play with it on his synthesizer -He tweets about cheese -His smile -His school stories
A/N: I accidentally posted this to my main blog (oops!) so i had to redo the entire post (double oops!). But if you’re reading this it’s finally up so yay! Part two did so well, so I decided to release this earlier than I originally was going to. (Two days after Part 2 instead of a week later!) I’m currently writing part four but based on how long I think part four would be if I tried to end it while including all I want in it I think there will also be a part five but that will most likely be the last part unless I get a lot of people asking for more parts. I have a few ideas for new fics floating around so i might make a vote based thing soon just to give me an idea of what you all would like to see. Okay I’m done rambling. Enjoy and leave me feedback!
John shut the door and stood over leaning against the wall with a still perfect view of you through all of the windows that showed the view of the inside of the betting office.
“You finally decided to join us, John.” Tommy stated flatly, while taking the longest drag of his cigarette John had ever seen. John just nodded thinking it better to not take a swing at the beehive knowing he would just get stung. His brother seemed upset and he would usually be worried about that but he couldn’t stop thinking about the way you looked up at him. Or the somewhat reserved yet devilish smile you always had while speaking to him. You were untamed yet very held back. Reckless but reserved. Strong but dainty. You were a living contradiction and he loved every ounce of it.
Yuuri in love is a blessing and the second purest thing I know (1st is Viktor happy). I bet once the storm is over, they go public etc, Viktor spends 75% of his social media activity spamming and shitposting about his precious bf (average human's smile can relieve mild pain is a statistical error. Yuuri Katsuki, whose smile can cure cancer is perfection personified and should not be counted). Phichit sometimes joins, too. It makes Yuuri soo embarrassed, but he loves this goofball of a man, so <3
The entirety of Viktor’s social media would be converted into the ‘Yuuri Katsuki appreciation page!
I was watching cartoons on the couch in the living room when suddenly Juice jumps on top of me. I giggled and looked up at my goofball of an old man.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“The floor is lava!” He exclaimed. I laughed at him.
“Oh no! How will we ever get to our room!?” I giggled.
“Hmmmm…” Juice pretends to think and sits up on me and grabs the pillow behind him and throws it on the ground. “We use the rocks!”
“Good idea.” I said as he gets off me and steps on the pillow. We threw down pillows randomly and made our way to our bedroom. I was standing on the coffee table as Juice was taking the cushions off the couch.“Hold on!”
“What?” He looked at me.
“We should build a bridge from here to the kitchen counter then pick up our rocks and put them down the hallway.” I said.
“How do we build a bridge?” He asked.
“Move the couch so it’s facing that way, duh!” I said pointing towards the counter. “Aren’t you supposed to be the adult?” Juice just chuckled and moved the couch while stepping on pillows around it. He then jumped up and grabbed the other pillows and cushions. When he moved the couch, he moved it so it was almost to the point of me doing the splits to get to it.
“Aren’t you coming over?” He asked in confusion.
“I’m stuck! Help me!” I held my arms out to him and he smiled. He came over grabbed my waist and pulled me over to him.
“Better?” He asked.
“Better! Now get outta the way before I murder you!” I giggled as I pushed past him and ran down the couch. He ran after me and caught me around the waist as soon as I made it to the counter which had me falling on it and him toppling over on me. We both giggled as we looked at each other. “Come on we have to get to our room.”
“…. or we could make out…” Juice suggested with a smirk. He pushed me further on the counter and straddled me. I smiled and wrapped my legs around him.
“Mmm another good idea.” I smirked and kissed him.
Who would have thought tattooing the inside of your fingers would hurt? My mentor decided that since I didn’t think 3RL needles hurt, I needed to experience a 1Liner needle…my dumb ass chose the inside of my finger to test it on (I have plans for the free spaces on the outside of my fingers, and fingers are my favorite place for tiny tattoos). I wussed out and switched to the 3RL(which still hurt like a sonofabitch on the inside of the finger), so now he gets to laugh at me. Fucker <3
That said, I got two adorable tattoos out of the experience, so I won’t complain.
But yeah, placement kiddos. Smaller needles hurt worse than larger groupings, and some areas are just naturally more sensitive than others; but it’s bearable. (I mean hell, my mentor tattooed his own dick for fucks sake...PS please don’t tattoo your own dick, he’s a professional with around a decade of experience under his belt)