heeeeere we go

anonymous asked:

tbh ive always been in the mob fandom bc i read the comics first but your art is always a light of sunshine (tho angsty as fuck) whenever i end up on the dark lanes of the mp100 fandom. ily! keep up the great shit! ❤️

ahhhh gosh thank you ;v;

well then how bout some actual art sunshine to light up the dark, eh? ^^

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CHERIE: Reclaim.

The nobility calls it Highfog, but you prefer the lowblood name - Derevnya.

There are highbloods enough that you don’t stick out, making your way through the steamy water-streets. It’s going to ruin your hair, but your dreadlocks and braid will keep at least through the time this should take. You don’t envision being here too long. You’ll stay if you have to - as long as you have to - until you accomplish your task, but you doubt it will actually require a great deal of effort on your part. 

Most things don’t. Not as you measure it. 

Your blue shoes are nice, with a slight heel, but only an inch - you always need to be able to run if necessary. Looking nice is important; getting away is more so. In light of that - of knowing there’s a small but potential risk of dealing with a troll who has a high chance of having psi, possibly dangerous psi - you’re also eschewing your beloved skirts for a pair of sleek but serviceable black pants. Your blue vest and short-sleeved white dress shirt are nothing particularly elaborate, but nice. You look more masculine than you’d like, though it’s such a minor problem when you’re so close to the last thing you need.

You reach the shop where you know she works, overseen by a pair of rusts. You admittedly don’t know much about them, besides their names; a shame, really, but they have no reason to be opposed to you, either. You intentionally didn’t try to dig too deep; it doesn’t do to make a troll feel uncomfortable by them thinking you know too much about them. 

Besides, Maidel doesn’t remember you. 

You reach the shop and open its door, walking in. The troll at the counter isn’t much taller than you, though the double horns and mane of ringlets almost make them appear so.

Your greenblood isn’t in sight, but that’s fine. You need to talk to this one anyway. You walk past the displays, giving them admiring looks - it never hurts to let a troll think you’re impressed by their wares, and the prosthetics and artifacts are a bit interesting. Erikaa might like one of the former, and you’ll gladly buy something to endear yourself anyway.

“Good evening.” You say, your voice always deeper than you’d like, but you tired of trying to pitch it higher - too much of a strain. “Are you one of this shop’s owners?” You ask, polite as you stop a few feet from the counter, posture straight but arms loosely at your side. Interested, but relaxed.

the cold virginia winters had not been missed. ducking his head and burrowing down deep into the warmth of his coat, noah kicked a lump of snow off the sidewalk with the toe of his boot while a shiver managed to sneak up his spine. due to the fact the flores home was less than a mile from his new townhouse, he opted to walk over, not keen on driving in the icy weather. it had been nearly seven years since he’d last seen most of the flores family, but he was grateful his friendship with alex had help up through their college years– which was why he had agreed to visit the second he arrived back home. a bouquet of sunflowers were held tightly in his grip, and he couldn’t help but grin as he jogged up the front steps to knock on the front door. he could hear loud voices speaking back and forth inside the house, and when the door finally swung open to reveal his best friend, noah swore he could have jumped in his arms. “i swear i did not bring these flowers for you, man,” he greeted lightly, slapping alex on the back as they embraced in a bro-hug, “where’s your mom? i’m dying to see that woman.” stepping through the foyer, he immediately recognized some extended family loitering around, and his brows immediately knotted together. clearly some sort of party was going on. “what am i missing?” he asked, gaze narrowing on the ‘welcome home mara!’ banner hanging over the fireplace, “did you invite me over here to crash a party?”

anonymous asked:

i love your art. your style is amazing. the only thing that bugs me is the fact that you replyce peter with lily in your latest marauder piece and left him out earlier. lily was no marauder, peter was. and i do not justify what he did, i do not even like him, in fact i despise him for what he did. but i still hate that fandom so often replaces him with lily or leaves him out. he was a marauder. lily wasn't. and when they were young, no one knew what he'd become.

hey, thanks for the compliment

I’ve talked about this before but i’ll repeat myself - drawing fanart is not my job and the fandom is not my employer who could make demands about my art. i’m not going to spend a lot of my free time drawing a character I don’t like, so, sorry, if i don’t feel like drawing Peter - I won’t.

sonador-reveur  asked:

Hey Lovely ❤ How many countries have you been to and which is your the most favourite of 'em all?

Heeeeere we go! Buckle up, everyone!
I’ve been to: the Bahamas, Belgium, Canada, Croatia, Denmark, England (+Cayman Islands), Estonia, Finland, France, Greece, Honduras, Italy, Jamaica, Mexico, Poland, Russia, Spain, Sweden, Switzerland, Thailand, and Turkey.  Coming soon: Aruba, Colombia, Costa Rica, and Nicaragua.

My heart’s in Thailand. 🖤🐘

Thanks for the Ask, Shikha! Love seeing your writing on my dash and can’t wait for you to come back to Tumblr (ASAP—like today, please).

This Motion Fails

pairing: Phan

genre: fluff

word count: 4,743 words

status: finished

warnings: underage drinking

Summary: Model UN!Phan where Dan and Phil go to a conference and are super touchy and everyone ships it, including the delegates in their committee.

A/N: I don’t think I’ve mentioned it here yet, but I’ve submitted a fic to phanficwritingcomp! Their results will be released will be released in about a week, but I’ll let you guys know what happens! Anyway, this fic was inspired by the recent Model UN conference that I went to, and for anyone who is still in school, I definitely recommend you go! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, because this is basically exactly what happens lol. Heeeeere we go!

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Heeeeere we go!

  • Cisco’s smooshed face is truly a gift to humanity.
  • “This doesn’t look like a wedding.”
  • Dude I love the ball I want the ball GIVE ME THE BALL
  • Hahahaha Harry and Cisco going at it god i love these nerds.
  • Iris and Felicity in the vents is such an Iris move I love her I love her so much she’s so smart.
  • The music in the background with Iris is so EPIC i deeply hope someone makes a soundtrack.
  • I’m really here for strategizing team I have no idea what they’re doing but I approve.  (Oh it was the number of people they planned to fight.)
  • Barry is ready to go full alpha wolf to protect his pack.  (And so is Ollie, and so is Sara.  Team leaders FTW!)
  • SNARTTTTT.

anonymous asked:

I'm new to your story CNA u pls do a recap??

first of all JUST READ THE STORY lmao if you go to my blog and click on the story directory tab i made it sooooooooooo easy to navigate the story ok. 

but if u really wanna be a lazy bum HERE’S THE MOST RECENT SUMMARY I DID WE’RE PICKING UP FROM THERE because i’m tired

(make sure you read the first summary post i linked in there. i know this is complicated. honestly just go through the tag ur better off)

i like how it’s only been a month since i made the last summary post and more shit has happened in that time than the rest of the 7 months i’ve spent posting this story. anyways

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Heeeeere we go…

This is a new fic I’m going to be working on as a bit of a side-project, inspired by @lovelylangst. Looking for a summary? I’m bad at those, so check out the post that inspired me. All I really need to add to that is that there wasn’t going to be klance, but now there is. I blame the fact that I’m participating in klance week, haha.

anonymous asked:

It’s my birthday! How’s about some dom Rick birthday fun? 😳

(Happy birthday anon! I’ve got two requests for Daddy Dom Rick so heeeeere we go!)

CW: Daddy Kink, Anal Sex

Rick had you bent over the arm of your couch, his cock deep in your ass. He was fucking you slowly, taking his time, making you feel every inch of him as you whined and squirmed beneath him. He’d tied your hands behind you, ensuring you couldn’t touch your clit while also refusing to do so himself, and your legs he’d kicked wide apart, denying you any modicum of friction.

Your pussy was aching, empty and hungry as he filled your ass, his rhythm lethargic, only allowing you as much pleasure as he deigned to dole out. Thighs trembling, you were caught, trapped between this man who had such an iron grip on your bliss and the staggering need he created within you.

“Riiiick - Rick, please.”

But he wasn’t swayed by your appeals earlier, and they didn’t work now.

“Th-that’s not what you call me. What do you - tell me, what do you call me? Tell me, baby. Maybe - unngh - maybe I’ll be merciful and rub that swollen clit. But - but you gotta say it.

Whimpering, you bit your lip. You knew what he wanted from you, what he was pushing you to do, and while you’d done it before you knew he liked to force it out of you, liked to work for it. It was just a piece, another pawn in this game of give and take the two of you constantly played. He thrust in once, hard, making you wail, getting your attention.

Say it.”

Voice shaking with desire, you relented.

D-Daddy make me - make me cum please. Please, Daddy.”

He groaned, a deep, gravelly noise that seemed to carry throughout his entire body.

C’mere.”

Pulling you up by your shoulder, he held you with one hand while the other snaked down between your legs. His fingers found your clit and you immediately buckled, sobbing, his grip the only thing keeping you upright. He picked up speed, fucking you faster as he worked circles around your sensitive clitoris, forcing you to hold still as you took his cock. You were so close, so close, but you needed more.

“Daddy! Daddy, please - I - I need your fingers in - in my pussy - I need it!”

His hand moved lower, slipping in between your slick folds. That was all it took and you were bawling, your release slamming into you, making you scream his name along with a string of obscenities. The filth he poured into your ear only worked to intensify your climax, your body yielding under his onslaught.

Nnnff that ass is tight - take - take all my cum in that pretty little ass of yours, baby - FUCK -!”

The hand on your shoulder became a claw, digging painfully into your skin, as he emptied himself into you, his voice becoming so many broken vowels and moans as he waited for the initial apex of his orgasm to fade. He placed a kiss on the side of your neck right before he pulled out, and then you felt his cum begin to drip down the back of your thigh. 

You slumped over the arm of the couch, an exhausted heap of over-sensitive nerves.

After a moment, Rick smacked you on the ass, making you yelp and jump up.  He winked.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

In The Shadows...Part 8

(Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Epilogue)


As the team stares blankly at Vance, his jaw chewing robotically on his hamburger as Gibbs’ cold, hard stare pierces the side of his face, Leon slowly turns his head towards the haggard, angry man as he swallows his food.

“When you say ‘everywhere’, you mean every case.  Don’t you?” Gibbs asks pointedly.

“Yes,” Vance answers coolly.

“So, not at our houses?” McGee asks as he sips his drink.

“Oh, no.  There, too.”

“She’s been watching our houses?” Gibbs asks, cocking his body towards the man as he furrows his brow deeper.

“Think of it less as ‘watching’ and more as ‘looking out for,’” Vance states.

“This woman…she’s not even 30 yet,” Ducky states as fact.

“You’d be right, Dr. Mallard.”

“I mean, what you’re saying,” DiNozzo says through a mouthful of food, “it’s pretty impossible.  I mean…she would’ve had to have been-”

“16,” Vance bites in his direction as DiNozzo stops talking, his jaw half hanging open.

“Swallow your food,” Gibbs cracks.

“She…she became an assassin at 16?” Abby implores, her eyes growing in weariness as she continues to listen to your life story being told.

Vance told them about the killing of your parents.  How your brother had gone on the run.  He told them about you being found, curled up and bloodied, in the basement of your own home with your back torn to shreds as the vertebrae of your spine peeked out from beyond the mutilated sinewy tissue.

It turned Gibbs’ stomach to think about.

“That’s enough…” Gibbs trails off as he sinks back into his chair.

“…and that’s when the FBI-”

“I said that’s enough!” Gibbs roars, drawing attention from everyone, including Jimmy, who was now slowly traipsing out of your hospital room with swollen, red eyes.

“She’s-”

As he swallows hard, his eyes slowly panning back to your head that was lobbed over, looking blankly outside at the world, he clears his throat before bringing his gaze to Leroy.

“She’s asking for you, Gibbs,” he croaks.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The two of you sat and talked for two hours.  Gibbs had shut the door behind him, and hadn’t emerged from your room since.

“Whaddaya think they’re talkin’ about?” DiNozzo asks, crossing his arms over his chest as him and McGee stare through the window.

“Not a clue,” he states as he tries to read his boss’s facial expressions.

“How much did Leon tell you?” you ask him.

“Enough,” Gibbs lulls.

That’s about how your conversation with him was.  You asked a question, he punctuated it with a few syllables, and then you were back to silence between the two of you.

Until he finally broke the monotony.

“How long were you tasked with watching us?” he asks.

“As long as it took for you and your team to quit being reckless,” you state.

“Define ‘reckless’,” Gibbs commands.

“Breaching protocol.  Working longer hours.  Not getting enough sleep and making mistakes in the field.  Forgoing basic grooming-”

“How is not showering being reckless?” Gibbs interrupts.

“Besides being gross?” you ask as you take in Gibbs’ disheveled silver hair, “It means that if you aren’t willing to put the care into yourself that you once did, no one can trust you to put the same amount of care into the field.  Couple that with less sleep and the mistakes already being made, and you get someone like me.  Watching over.  Until the period of time has been navigated.”

“The period of time has been navigated,” Gibbs snickers as he leans back in his chair.

“It’s hard.  Losing someone in the field…”

Looking off into the wall as you straighten your gaze out, Gibbs swallows hard as his face softens ever so slightly.

“Where do you go after this?” he asks.

“Don’t know.  What makes me useful is my ability to keep to the shadows.  Bringing me into the light negates my purpose.”

Gibbs chewed on that statement for a while before placing his hands on his knees.

“Be right back,” he grunts, getting up from his chair as he finally makes his way for the door.

Opening it up as everyone scurries back to the waiting room, Gibbs’ stare makes its way over to the crowd of people as DiNozzo turns to face him.

“Hey boss,” he says as his eyes dart around, “how did uh…how’d it go?”

But all his gaze did was fall back onto Vance.

Nodding his head down the hall as he turns and starts walking, Vance peels himself from the back as he pushes his way through, making his way after Gibbs as the team stands with question marks dancing over their heads.

Rounding a corner into an unlit part of the hospital, Gibbs turns around, his gaze hard on Leon as he draws in a deep breath through his nose.

“She doesn’t have anywhere to go, does she?” Gibbs asks.

“Not that I know of.  No home address, according to her file.”

“Where does she sleep?”

“In hotels, I guess.”

Vance watched the wheels turn behind Gibbs’ eyes as recognition dawned on Vance’s face.

“You wanna hire her.”

“Leon, I didn’t even know she was there,” Gibbs says.

“You didn’t know there was anything to find,” Leon counters.

“I don’t lock my damn door, Vance!” he bites.

“And that’s supposed to make you an expert on the unseen!?”

“It means I’m supposed to see what others don’t!” Gibbs roars.

“Like Kate’s death!?” Vance finally raises his voice.

“Heeeeere we go,” Gibbs says as he runs his fingers through his hair, turning his back on his director.

“Or Jenny’s!?  Or Ziva’s capture!?  Gibbs…sometimes, you just don’t see it,” Vance states, swallowing hard to calm his voice.

As Gibbs runs his hands down his face, he whips himself back around to Leon.

“So, so what?  W-w-we…we just throw her back to the dogs?”

“What do you propose we do?” Vance asks.

“We take on consultants for cases.  All the time,” Gibbs states.

“You want her to be a consultant?”

“I want her to be written in that way.  A permanent consultant.  Any case over 72 hours without a solution she gets paid for.”

Vance took a second to digest the information.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he says as Gibbs nods, quickly pushing past his boss as he heads back in the direction of your room.

“Gibbs!?” Vance calls after him as Gibbs’ back stiffens straight.

“I said that sometimes you just don’t know what to do.”

“Yeah.  I heard ya,” Gibbs lulls.

“I never said that you didn’t know how to fix it,” Vance smirks.

And if he had turned around, Leon would’ve seen the smirk on Gibbs’ face as well.

this was supposed to be for a follower goal AGES ago but Life Happened. also it’s an announcement, because i changed my url!!  i can’t even remember how long i’ve had saamwiilson (and lbr i’ll probably go back to it at some point because it’s My Brand) but i Really Really Love Kurt so.

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if there’s anyone i forgot i am so sorry and don’t doubt i still adore you!

therightfulalphawerewolf  asked:

“Don’t you dare move. Did I tell you you could?” (Heeeeere we go)

“Hmph. Well I told you to let go of me but you aren’t listening to me either! Why the hell are you on me anyway?! You are getting to close for comfort”

Zane rebelled, doing what Balto told him not to do and tried to get out of whatever situation he was in.