For some reason tumblr ate the quality of my @stereksecretsanta gift for @neaislove . So I am reuploading here with some detail shots. I put a lot of love into the little bits of this and I’d hate for y’all to miss them because tumblr decided to be a butt!!
AN:I kind of feel Jerome’s a little OC in this, hopefully if I keep writing for him I’ll find the right balance of crazy :P
Run! That was all that ran through your head. The door had
been left open and your restraints were loose so you yanked yourself free and
hurtled out to the hallway. You began to panic when you found the front door of
the penthouse room locked but you quickly spied the fire escape and despite
being several hundred feet in the air, you decided to risk falling over staying,
especially if it meant staying in a building full of escaped criminals.
“Come on Doll come back inside.” Jerome chirped as he hung
dangerously over the bannister so he could watch your long descent.
Just as he started climbing down, realising you had no
intention of coming back up, you found an open window that lead into a hallway.
You vanished through it and you could hear him shrieking angrily like a demented
to talk about my newest prop for Duane real quick. Was waiting to get
the new photos up first, but I do not have time to edit them at the
moment and needed a quick break from sewing my next costume.
I had a before shot to share because it used to be blue. Materials I
used: a book, scrapbooking paper in green, gold, black velvet, and a fun
design (you’ll see that one later), green and black fabric paint, tan,
white, black, and brown acrylic paint, twine, gold ballpoint pen, a hot
glue gun, and a lot of Modge Podge.
I was really picky about the base book I chose. It had to
be the right size in my hand…not too thick as to look bulky but not
so thin as I couldn’t do a little something fun with it. I also ended
up choosing this one because it left the ends of the pages raw and I
liked the rough look of it! I had to sand the top of the book though,
since the pages were dyed orange.
you can see where I tore off half of the spine. That was my first step,
before I even started painting. You can also see where I glued down the
twine bindings on the spine and the pieces that hang from the top of
the book. I also used hot glue to seal the raw end of the twine so it
The designs I traced a vector for from the
art and used that to print a stencil of sorts I could use to cut the
pieces out with an exacto knife. It’s all glued down with Modge Podge.
All of the weathering with black and white I tried to keep as close to the illustrations of the book as possible.
is the rarely seen back! This is where the tan paint really came in. I
used it to color the blue so I could save that slightly leathery texture
of the original cover. The green paper I glued on to re-do the cover I
purposely left loose on that corner and tore the edge around to make it
uneven. I also spritzed it with water to get it extra floppy.
One of my personal touches was the old bloody handprint on the back.
The space was partially covered in the art, and on its own it felt
empty. I figured, Duane must have picked up the book after accidentally
eating somebody at least once right. I just painted my fingers brown
and slammed them down on the back of the book.
is a detail shot where you can really see the textures in the papers I
chose. I like the randomness of the gold, and the elegance the velvet
added. The green had a linen look to it that I thought fit well wishing
the comic’s aesthetic.
I also want to talk about the letters
here. Finding simple gold letter stickers was, oddly enough, impossible.
I ended up buying purple glitter ones instead. I had to scrape off all
the glitter, resurface it with Modge Podge, and color it with my gold
leafing pen. The ‘f’ I had to extend as well…placing a piece of
another sticker under it before applying the Modge Podge.
is another detail shot showing the fun rough edges of the book, as well
as some of the weathering I did on the edge. For the edge I tried to
sand through the paper to the tan paint I had applied underneath…but I
ended up sanding through the paint too fast to the original color of
the book. So in the end I took a box cutter and carved away at all the
edges, down to the cardboard cover itself. I ran sandpaper over the
carved edges to make it look more like it had worn down and had not been
is probably the roughest part of the book, but still pretty happy with
it! In the art it’s so small it’s just scribbles so I had to improvise
what to put up there. Considering the book it had to be Tainish for
sure. The phrase I had originally chosen was too long, so I ended up
mashing two other ones together and hoping it makes sense. Can’t say
I’m too well versed in Tainish grammar after all. I had also wanted to draw it in the Tainish alphabet, but sadly that is not available, so I used cursive instead.
For those who may have trouble reading my sloppy penmanship it reads: Ssael fhikemun rish ul a Llede Llaemasa
Which should, in theory, translate to: Ssael reveals the way to his Lions of Mercy
inner cover I also redid with a paper with a fun design. The edges of
the green showed and I wanted a nice clean look all around. Also a
little extra weathering just cuz.
last but not least, the whole reason I decided to do this project in
the first place! I needed a place to keep my ribbons at ALA.
made this into a hollow book with a lot of Modge Podge and cutting of
pages and more Modge Podge and some heavy things. This is why the book
couldn’t be too thin. I made sure to leave a number of pages at the
front loose so I could also use it as a prop.
Spencer dashed into Agent Hotchner’s office, not even stopping to knock. Luckily, his supervisor was alone and didn’t berate him for his lack of professionalism.
“Dr Reid, is everything okay? I thought you were lecturing today?” Hotch glanced up from his paperwork, greeting the younger man with a concerned look on his face. Spencer was out of breath from hurrying from his car and into the office, and Aaron knew that something must be wrong.
“Hotch, I’m really not sure. One of the students handed me this and then ran off.” Reid placed the folder onto the next watching as Hotch flipped it open and started leafing through the papers.
“Spencer, help me out here. I can’t read as quickly as you.” Aaron picked through the crime scene photos that appeared in front of him, finally seeing the handwritten letter and scanning it.
“This girl, Alice. She claims she knows who killed these people, that the cases are all linked. She shouldn’t even have these photos or some of the information that she does. And there’s a Polaroid… ” Spencer rummaged through the many papers searching for it and finding it, handing it to his boss “…here. She’s with two of the girls that turned up dead. She knows them.”
“You think she’s got something here?” Hotch looked at the Polaroid and back to the crime scene photos.
“I think she might. Hotch, I remember three of the cases coming across our desks but we didn’t have anything. No leads, nothing. But she’s picked out more, saying they’re linked and that she knows how. And she was nervous, she practically threw the file at me and ran, but then she was stood watching as I got into my car, like she was making sure I’d read it. As soon as she saw that I’d seen her, she ran again.”
“So she is definitely a student there then? Did her Professor say anything about her behaviour?” Hotch was studying the Polaroid carefully.
“Only that she wasn’t usually that nervous, he said she was quiet but she was one of the smartest in the class.”
“Hmmm.” Aaron eyed the photos of the bodies. “What do you think, Reid. If you think there’s something here, I can make a few calls and we can go and speak with her. I trust your judgement.”
Spencer moved around the table and stood behind his supervisor, bending over and pointing to the photo.
“The bracelets, everyone in that photo has them on, even the people in the background have them on. And the children only have one on. The way they’re all dressed as well, very simply.”
“You think it’s some kinda of group? A cult?”
“It’s something. She’s younger in the photo but it’s definitely her. And in her letter she makes a reference to knowing the victims, but not by the names they were given. A lot of groups or cults, whatever we want to call them, will assign members different names in an attempt to detract from the previous identity. That’s if the followers don’t change their names in the first place.”
“Okay, I agree, we might have something. Do you have any contact details for this girl, Alice, did you say her name was?” Hotch put down the photo, looking up to Reid.
“Yes Alice. And no. She hadn’t even signed her full name. I’ll call Professor Frost though. He should have her details.”
His supervisor nodded at him and Reid pulled out his cell, scrolling for the number the Professor had provided him with.
“Dr Reid, How can I help?” The scholar seemed surprised to be hearing from him so quickly.
“Professor Frost, I need to speak with one of your students about something in the papers they gave me. Are you still at the school?”
“I’m afraid I’m not and I don’t have their personal files at home with me. If it’s of absolute urgency, I can return to the school within an hour or two.”
Spencer mouthed to Hotch, “is Garcia still here?” He nodded.
“Could you just provide me with a surname then. We should be able to find her from that? It’s the girl you called Alice that I need to speak with.”
“Of course, I’m surprised she didn’t leave it on her file though. But it’s Manchester. Alice Manchester.”
“Thank you Sir, sorry to have bothered you at home.”
Spencer rung off, the Professor telling him to call if he needed anything else.
“Got it. I just need to see if Garcia can find her based on just her name.”
Hotch shot him a withering look. “Do you know Penelope at all?”
They walked down the hall together, Hotch having gathered up the contents of the file.
“Hey Boy Wonder, wasn’t expecting to see you back here today.” Penelope Garcia greeted her colleagues, spinning around in her chair to see them, a grin plastered across her brightly coloured lips.
“I wasn’t expecting to be back here today either. Penelope, I need you to find me contact details for one of the students who attended the lecture I gave today.”
Penelope didn’t need to ask which college he’d been at, she kept tabs on all of her team; liking to know where they all were at any given time. They were like family to her. She tapped away at her keyboard and within seconds, had gained access to the college’s central database.
“Name please, Genius.” Her fingers poised and ready to type.
“Alice Manchester, spelt like the city.”
A few more clicks and Spencer had the information he needed, Penelope reeling off an address and contact number.
“249 Carson Grove. That’s not too far from here right? Says she lives with her sister Ellen and her brother in law Robert Manchester.”
“Thanks Penny, you’re the best.” Spencer turned to leave, intending to drive there straight away if Hotch would agree to accompany him. A phone call might spook her and she’d seemed nervous enough already.
The two men turned around to face their female colleague who had a perturbed look on her face.
“Isn’t that odd?” she asked.
“What, exactly?” Hotch responded to her.
“Well it says she lives with her sister and her sisters husband. But they all share the same surname. Surely, she’d have a different one to them right?”
Penelope had an excellent point, one which both Spencer and Aaron had missed.
“Garcia can you do a quick search on Alice Manchester outside of the school’s database.”
She tapped a few more keys, pulling up multiple windows and tabs.
“Erm… There’s literally nothing. She has a drivers license attached to her school records as identification, but there’s no actual records of that being issued either.”
She tapped again, searching further whilst the men waited patiently.
“Nope, nada, zilch. Beyond the school database, that name doesn’t appear anywhere. Well, except for an Alice Manchester born in 1845 but I doubt that’s our girl. Why is she ‘our girl’ anyway? What has she done?”
“We’re not sure yet,” Aaron told her, thinking. “Can you find out her sister’s maiden name?”
“Can I find out her sister’s maiden name,” Penelope scoffed. “Is the Pope catholic? It’s….. Ellen Bradley. Okay, okay… So…”
She amended her search, looking for an Alice Bradley.
“Here we go. Alice Bradley born September 28th 1990, daughter to Paul and Marlene Bradley, tragically killed in 2000, she was left to the care of her older sister Ellen who was thirteen years older.. Yadda yadda yadda… Reporting missing by her sister in June 2005, three months before her sixteen birthday, she’d been spending the summer with her best friend Rebecca Olson in Rylon County. Um um um…. Here, picture. Is this the person you’re looking for?”
She pulled up an image from the missing person’s report.
That was the girl Spencer had seen this afternoon, and the girl from the Polaroid.
“Was the missing person’s report ever closed?” Spencer asked.
“Nope. It’s still active.”
“So her sister filed the report ten years ago and never bothered to inform the police when she turned up again?” Hotch turned to Spencer, the two men now confused.
IT'S SO HARD TO FIND FANFICS (SMUT 😏😏) ABOUT CHRIS/HERMANNNNN! HELP MEEEE
I honestly don’t know any :/ Even I don’t put (detailed) smut in my fanfics. I’m not good/comfortable with it. But I know that there aren’t any on ff.net (because I’ve read them all) and as for ao3 I haven’t seen any. Tumblr is still your best shot, I guess?
I’ll still give you a few things to check out, these are either Chris/Reader or Chris/Eva! Mostly Chris/Eva tho.
Hey guys! So this is my first writing, so feedback is really appreciated :) it’s based on I Don’t Even Know Your Name, hope you enjoy!
All I saw was one pair of deep brown eyes.
My heart beat fast as I got lost in those round dark orbs. Her eyes were glued to mine, just as mine were glued to hers. I could feel the sweat collecting as a gripped the neck of my acoustic guitar. Luckily the words of Life of the Party were engrained in my memory, because lyrics were the last thing on my mind. The words spilled out of my mouth out of habit as my gazed was locked on one thing… one girl.
Her hair fell in cascades down to her bare shoulders. Her soft pink dress brought out the rosiness of her cheeks. I could tell she was doing her best to hold her petit frame up on her tip-toes to see over the crowd. Her pink lips curled at the ends into a subtle and irresistible smile.
As the final words of the song found their way out of me, the wild movement and cheering of the crowd took my attention for a mere second. When I turned to dive back into those chocolatey spheres, they weren’t there. I felt my heart sunk deeper and deeper into my stomach as a realized she was gone.
The rest of the show was a blur. I can’t picture the rest of the crowd, or even the venue. As I sat on the bus, southbound from the Twin Cities, I could feel an ache in my heart. I felt her eyes locked on mine, and pictured her face. She was the closest thing I’d ever seen to perfection.
The rest of the tour dragged on. Time seemed to stand still as one thought, one person filled my mind. We played our last show in Toronto, and I finally exited to bus for good as I stood in my Pickering driveway.
I spent day after day with a pen in my hand and a guitar in my lap. I wrote and sang and for the first time, the words had meaning. There was no imaginary girl, no figment of my own creation, for whom these words were meant. She was real… she was out there… and I was going to find her.
A new album meant a new tour. The plans were set and dates announced, catering to my one request: a stop in Minneapolis.
August 6. I took another sip of coffee as I saw the bright red lights of the arena sign. My eyes had not seen sleep since we crossed the crooked border from Wisconsin to Minnesota.
“Here we are,” Andrew said with a sigh. “Happy yet, Shawn?”
He didn’t know. He didn’t know what this show meant to me. He didn’t know the pain that shot through my chest when I thought of the last time I was here. He didn’t know the meaning behind the worst I would belt on the stage that night. He didn’t know.
“Not yet,” was all I said.
As I stood on the side, ready to take the stage, I closed my eyes. I pictured exactly where I saw her. I pictured every detail of the girl who consumed my thoughts for over a year. I opened them and took the stage.
With each song I sang, my eyes scanned the crown. I looked for her familiar smirk, and those deep, dark eyes. But as each song ended, I was left with disappointment as she was no where to be seen.
Anxiety filled me as a realized I had one song left. I was disappointed that I hadn’t seen her face, and disappointed that she wouldn’t here the song I wrote for her.
“Ooo, you dressed up so nice, but all I could see was your eyes…
Another scan. No luck.
"And you’ll never know what you did to me, and now you’re gone…”
My heart sank as I sang the final line.
“I don’t even know your name…”
I sat alone in my dressing room with my head in my hands. She wasn’t there. She was gone. Lost forever, only to live in my memory.
Andrew knocked on my door, telling me it was time to head out. I rubbed my eyes on final time, hoping to get the sight of her out of my head. No luck. I grabbed my backpack and trudged my way to the back door towards the bus.
I dreaded stepping on the iron beast. It was filled with the words I had written for her, that I sang with her face on my mind and hope in my heart of seeing her again. That hope was gone. We had come back, but she did not return. She was gone.
I watched my boots hit the ground as I trudged towards the bus. Running my hand through my hair, I took one final look at the venue, and laid my hope of seeing her to rest right there in the parking lot.
I looked back down and took painstaking steps towards the bus. Just as I reached the door, I heard a small voice from behind stopped me in my tracks.
“Umm excuse me,” it said. It was so soft I almost didn’t believe it was real. I kept my eyes on the stairs of the bus, until I heard it one more time.
“Shawn?” it said. With the use of my name, I slowly turned around, only to be met with the deep brown eyes that had consumed my thoughts for what felt like centuries.
Hey, Pilot! I was wondering if you could give me some writing advice. I have a lot of trouble starting off stories. Like, the first paragraph to start an entire fic. :/
My mom has always said that a moving boat is easier to push. Getting it going from a dead stop is nearly impossible and super discouraging, but building up any kind of momentum at all is easier to capitalize on. So when you receive advice that says “Just start” im sure it sounds dumb, but write ANYTHING. Experiment with traditional starting styles you see in books all the time if you dont have the inspiration at the second to make your own.
There is the hard start- an example being
“The alley way was still, holding only distant echoes of the city it inhabited. There was a space of a moment on one, lazy, stifling, creeping summer night where nothing happened at all. And then all at once, the silence did not shatter.
A man flung into the alleyway, slamming hard against the dingy wall and crashing to the floor, his momentum carrying him back into an unsteady run as his vision swirled and blotted-”
and so on. Its the BOOM BAM kind of beginning, right into the shit! Right into the fire! Holy crap! Where is this?! Who is this!? What did he do?? Where is he going?? ((notice how i used formatting to add to the big PUNCH, a beloved tactic of mine))
There is the ‘establishing shot’ beginning. Like how in movies you see the picture of the outside of the house before you see the inside of a room and then finally you see the character in a chair or whatever. It establishes the place, the space, and the person. This is also a way to start. Describe the house and the hill and the weather and the time. Then the living room, the decorations, the disheveled stack of papers on the coffee table. Then the woman, sitting with her legs crossed. Now tell us how she fits into the room, give her context in this space ((Always remember to connect a character to the environment and clue the reader in on the context you already know))
There is the ‘Just tuning in’ beginning. Where the story begins already part way through an event or a conversation. It is typical to heavily rely on body language and staging to help the reader figure out everything that they ‘missed’ and adds intrigue and speculation to your story right off the bat.
There is also the ‘Just missed it’ beginning, where it starts right AFTER a whole bunch of stuff went down and the story moves through the aftermath, which in turn gives context to the situation just passed. This is common is war stories, where it begins in the shambles of a home after an air raid and what the family must now do to survive.
Thing to Remember!
The reader doesnt know everything, you do. Filling in the difference is where a whole lot of intrigue can come from, and setting that up with a good start is always possible!
Remember, every movie and tv show is just a story told with pictures instead of words. Pay attention to how movies and episodes of shows begin when you watch them next! I am sure you will see the same things i detailed here as well as a few other things! The Establishing shot, the Hard Start, the Just Missed It, you will see all of these and more in films, so watch a few for inspiration. Pay attention to if they start with some information and events already passed ((Spirited Away: starts in a car filled with moving boxes. Before they even speak you know this family is somewhere new they have no experience with because they are moving in from elsewhere)). Very Very few stories start from the ‘true’ beginning, so decide whats already happened in your timeline and go from there if anything at all
When i met the writers of Miraculous Ladybug I got some very good advice from a crazy awesome woman.
“You have to lay some shit down in order for flowers to grow.”
Write the worst version of your story first, and then go back and fix it! Just get the boat moving and PUSH! You can do it!
OK, I am going to amend this to my top GG fics overall since @savvyliterate also asked.
I can be pretty picky with fanfiction. I don’t like angst that wasn’t in the show (didn’t ASP give us enough angst for a lifetime?) and I can be really touchy with the way Luke is handled, especially around the time of Partings. I’ve read my share of “well, he deserved it” fics and they really pissed me off. For that same reason, I almost never read fics that were written when the original series was going on. I also can get kind of antsy about fics where Lorelai angsts out about not being married because as we all know after seeing the revival, she went in the opposite direction for a long time. (But hey, how could we know that, right?)
OK, that said, here are my favorites
Holidays and Happenstance by enserio - This is a Lit fic that’s based on the interactions Rory and Jess have at various family happenings between 2007 and the revival. So far there are four sections and we’re up to 2009. I kept trying out Rory-centered fics for a while and couldn’t find any I really liked, so I was really glad to enjoy this one as much as I did. It’s very well done and there is some quality shade thrown at ASP. Though if you already crush on Jess Mariano, the third chapter may put you into overdrive.
Waltzing With Digger by @dollsome-does-tumblr - The crackship you never knew you wanted. Christopher and Digger become a couple and for some reason it works. I think we are all better served if Christopher finds something to occupy his time, anyway.
The Stars Hollow Wi Fi War by @savvyliterate - Finally, Jess’s mysterious comment about Luke not giving him the wi fi password for six months in AYITL is explained! This is a fun fic with lots of townie interaction, plenty of cute L/L moments and excellent use of Jess as a supporting character.
what are you afraid of, making it better? by @dollsome-does-tumblr - This an AU fic where instead of Emily accepting it when Lorelai tells her the wedding isn’t happening in 7.21, she demands to fix things. This was the first AU fic I read and it kind of opened my eyes to the other stuff that was out there, since I usually prefer stuff that doesn’t stray too far outside of canon. This really was an improvement on the utter crapfest the show forced on us, and it’s 100% what should have happened instead of what we got. Plus, Anna Nardini and Emily have a bitch-off that is simply glorious.
Reconciling by HandfulofBarbie - There are a ton of fics out there where Luke and Lorelai talk out the issues regarding April and Christopher that led to their break-up, finally come to peace with it, and get married and have babies approximately 5 minutes later. This is by far the best of them, and it does make me a little wistful things didn’t exactly work out this way.
Seven Weeks by mags68 - This fic has almost mythical status in the fanfiction world, and it deserves it! It stays fairly close to canon, with the slight caveat that Luke and Lorelai did end up seeing plenty of each other while he was stuck in Maine. High quality smut here.
The Heart So Hollow by @savvyliterate - This is an AU where Luke’s never opens because Luke is a hotshot baseball player instead. He hires Lorelai to keep Taylor’s grubby paws off of his dad’s hardware store (thus financing Rory’s Chilton tuition) and much bickering and flirting ensues. It’s very fun and luckily he’s still a down home culinary god, so we’ll see what happens.
I Will Always Love You and Thanks for Christmas by @meags09 - These are my favorites in a series of song fics that take place at various points in the series. Thanks For Christmas is the best Luke centric fic I think I’ve ever read, especially since it takes place during the much-undervalued Forgiveness and Stuff.
Lorelai In Wonderland by @meags09 - Lorelai wakes up mid season 5 with no memory of the last two years. Cute twist at the end, and Luke is definitely swoon-worthy in this one.
Good At Dating and Defining All In aren’t included in here because I haven’t finished them. Maybe they eventually will be.
Fics that have not yet been written but maybe need to be:
I’d kind of like a fic that goes into detail on the April/Christopher stuff that so derailed L/L during the original series and yet still has them deciding on the relationship status that was established in the revival. I’d like something a little different than the immediate marriage-and-kids resolution that we know now didn’t happen.
I’d also like a fic in the speculation based on this thread that the real reason Jess and Rory hadn’t seen each other in the four years before AYITL is because something sexual happened between them. Make it happen, people. Bonus points if Lorelai makes Deliverance jokes.
RWBY V4E11 - What was the point of that last scene?
WARNING: HUGE SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN RWBY VOLUME FOUR EPISODE ELEVEN: TAKING CONTROL. I URGE YOU TO SEE THAT BEFORE YOU READ THIS. THE ENTIRE EPISODE WAS ONE BIG REIGN OF HYPE AND TERROR. IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE EPISODE, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS RWBY, DO NOT READ THIS.
Okay, now that that’s out of the way. The last scene of Taking Control did not just tease the Nuckelavee Grimm again. I think it showed us that the Nuckelavee has some kind of special ability.
Let’s go through the last scene again. Ren and Nora are running through Kuroyuri, scared and intent on making sure Ruby and Jaune are okay. They collapse outside an archway, out of breath and terrified.
The first thing on Ren’s face is relief, because he sees that they’re okay.
It seems that it’s only them in the clearing, and that they haven’t been hurt.
“What are you guys doing here?” asks Ruby.
“Did you hear that noise? What was that?” asks Jaune.
Ren starts to answer, but immediately sees something and slowly drops to his knees, his head hanging low, pure terror in his eyes as he repeats “No…” over and over again.
“Ren?! What is it?” screams Ruby, off-screen. Suddenly we hear hoof-beats and hissing noises, slow and menacing.
“Wait…do you guys hear that?” asks Jaune, off-screen.
“Ren…?” says Nora, fear building in her voice, off-screen.
We see it. The Nuckelavee Grimm, with arrows from previous brawls still sticking out of its back, its eyes and mouth like fire inside it. And then the episode ends. Stop with the cliffhangers, RT!!!
This entire scene was just a little bit off to me. Ren and Nora arrive, but directly after Jaune and Ruby speak, Ren sees the Grimm. There’s even a part where his eyes dart around before he sees it.
So…um…where is it?
In the shot where we see the Nuckelavee, it looks like it’s close enough for Ren to see the details on its face…and I say Ren because it was obvious that he saw it. Everyone else was all “What are you doing here” and “What’s going on”. None of them ever mentioned seeing it.
Is Ren the only one that can see the Nuckelavee?
They could definitely hear it; Jaune mentioned hearing the hissing and clopping. But none of them seemed really scared. And here’s another thing to note: Every time the camera zoomed in on Ren, everyone else was heard off-screen.
Which makes me wonder if Ruby, Jaune, and Qrow are even there to begin with. Is this an illusion cast by the Nuckelavee? What is Ren really seeing?
May I request a Cor & Prompto fic where Prompto gets his wrist cut or injured and he tries to hide it because he doesn't want anyone seeing his barcodes, but Cor notices and helps him because he either knew about them or doesn't care. I love the way you portray these two characters, and really I just want more Dad!Cor and Prompto being his adorable self.
glad that you like papa cor and prompto, anon! i’m really enjoying their dynamic, too :) enjoy~
“Kick his ass for me, nerd!”
“Try not to hurt yourselves.”
Prompto took the rallying words to heart, bouncing out his
knees and grinning in anticipation. Gladio cocked a grin as quick as Prompto’s
own gun, rolling his eyes at their audience. “Favoritism, huh?” he snorted.
“Thought you were supposed to be teaching him how to be impartial, Iggy.”
taught me that there was no being impartial in a fight,” Noctis crowed back
before Ignis could craft together an excuse.
“Yeah, um, about that fight? Is it going to happen here
A/N: This fic takes place during college. I had mentioned a Rucas breakup in several other stories and @siennese asked if I intended to write about what happened. I have 5 chapters planned for this fic and 3 new related one-shots/drabbles that will take us from here through to the start of the IG series. This takes place several months before Charmed Moments. As with 99% of my other stories, this is a Maya-free universe.
A/N: They are in college and while I won’t be providing details about intimate moments, they will be alluded to…
Aaaaahhhh!!! The plot thickens! >:o Also, never
thought I’d call Amai badass… but he looks pretty dang badass in his special
chapter! And fighting with a ^u^ expression Amai pls
LOOK AT HIM and his moves!
His smooth professionalism is through the roof on how he decides to handle the spontaneous monster attack on his concert! His ‘idol’ persona is important to maintain at all costs while the show still lasts, but his other, ‘unapproachable’ hero persona….is a whole other monster. (Seriously what IS he?!) This encounter does give him the incentive and context needed for when he joins the M.A. raid later. I’m glad ONE is fleshing out all these details. :3 He’s building it all up slowly, but surely this time around (compared to how fast it happens in the webcomic).
Read your tags- I’m also absolutely sure
that Reigen does in fact look exactly like Amai Mask, just with a color swap,
shorter bangs, and less makeup. (Does this mean in the sure-to-happen
movie adaptation, Reigen is played by Amai Mask???)
OMG dude, this panel especially:
Just SCREAMED Reigen to me! (It’s just missing all the sweat) XD Also this:
For the ‘pretty eyes’ comment?!?! Omg pls (from that one anime detail shot showing Reigen’s lashes up close), for this similarly gratuitous gorgeous man! XD And it’s true Murata HAS drawn Reigen before, but gosh…I just got so many Reigen vibes here too. LOL for your au idea, his act and looks could definitely play the part. ;D (who Shigeo’s body double is in opm…that I too don’t know)
Summary: Now that James is growing accustomed to his old life once more, there are certain promises he has to fulfill.
Pairing: James Buchanan Barnes x Reader
Warnings: nothing, I think. *shock*
A/N: I’m hitting you with… no smut, for a change. The upcoming chapters will alternate between smut and fluff. Hope you still like it! Short but sweet, so I’ll update quicker! Read Part 1! See the Masterlist and/or Series Masterlist for more information.
A Flash of Ethics
After James and [Y/N] returned to his parents, the rest of the evening had been an emotional rollercoaster. The moment he entered through the door, his mother had pulled him into his arms and refused to let him go. There was a lot of talking, and even more listening. James listened to all the developments he had missed out on. Not only had [Y/N] learned how to properly drive a car, but his sister had also taken a sweetheart, and his pa had to dial back some hours at the workshop, because of health issues. James was concerned about those issues, and had to be ensured that everything was fine… now that he was back again. He would make sure of it. Though he had choked up with [Y/N], around his ma, his sister, and his pa he remained dry-eyed and good-natured.
One of the following days, after he had slowly picked up the pieces from his old life, returning to his old job with his pops and enjoying his ma’s cooking, James visited [Y/N]’s parents. They had news, after all. She had told him that her parents knew of the promise he made her, but now that he was back he wanted to inform them of his promise himself and start the preparations. He dressed up in his finest, and with clammy hands he knocked on the door.
“James, there you are!” [Y/N] opened the door with a smile and gave him a quick but tight hug. “You had me worried.” He took her hand and together they walked towards the family room where her parents, her brother, and younger sister were all waiting for him.
Okay, i cant help sharing the Illidari Pepe photos back to back, I’m just so excited. Finally got to sort through them and I just love this little guy even more!! The photo shoot went wonderfully, and I took lots of photos and managed to narrow them down as best I could lol.
Here are solo photos along with shots of his size, details and comparisons to the official Blizzard Pepe! Illidari Pepe is 9in tall from feet to horn tips and 8in long from beak to tail feathers. He features all of his details as he shows up in game, from his Illidari horns and blindfold, to his adorable little warglaive! He can’t clip onto anything like official Pepe can, but he is 100% able to sit on his own on a desk, shelf or bed 😄
I’ll most likely be adding him as a made to order option in the new year, so be sure to look for him when I reopen at TheTallGrass.etsy.com!
So, I saw thinking… what if we had the Inazuma characters in an AU where they are not playing soccer (or at least not everyone) but instead of that they played other sport? Let’s make headcanons, guys! And have some fun~ You can write a post where you explain which character you think will be playing (the name of the sport here) and why. You can also write a long post if you have ideas for some details of how he’s playing it, why he’s playing it and etc. I think it would be fun! If you’re going do this please use the tag “Inazuma sports meme” so we can find it easly and read all of your headcanons, ideas and everything else! Some of you can even draw or sketch it, write a one-shot or a fanfic! Do whatever you want! All of us had watched other sports animes too so why not think about them with inazuma characters? It will be interesting! Let’s spread this!
is joss to blame for the change in “armor” for the warriors on themyscira? Because the fact that they’re wearing leather bikinis instead of actual armor like in Wonder Woman made me so angry. Like the bikinis aren’t even practical????? How is that supposed to protect you????
Thank you for asking this! i actually have quite a lot to say about this whole situation and i wanted to wait until i’d seen justice league again today to answer this. pls forgive me, im not the most well spoken person.
okay so joss whedon didnt change the amazon costumes, and since there werent any unnecessary gross scenes with the amazons im 100% sure he didnt mess with them either. Justice League did have a different costume designer than wonder woman though.
This image seems to be at the forefront of the controversy:
The armor in this is what the amazons wear in a flashback battle from the barbaric ages (i think, im not good with history). I’m pretty sure thats why the armor is made from leather. but heres the thing, i actually did not even see this armor during the movie, because theres a huge group of amazons and other factions in a massive fight and you do not see the camera zoom in on any amazons or show them in a sexualised way, in fact they didnt show a whole lot of the amazons in detail in this scene either since there were other, more exciting things to see. heres a bts of amazons from that same flashback:
so theyre fighting, thats it. no close up on their exposed skin, no upskirt shots. nothing. they ride into battle so fast that you cant even see the armor.
which brings me to the present day amazons. there is a scene with a lot of amazons in one room, all covered with shields except for Hippolyta and her generals who are wearing very appropriate armor:
here you can see most of them. but this also brings me to another thing people seem to have a problem with. 6 amazons, who stood guard at the entrance, not fighting, wore these:
now, i know what youre probably thinking but these women were not just stood around looking pretty. when hippolyta escapes the room these women were shown wielding giant warhammers, using them to bring down wooden supports. and the woman on the left in the photo above? she and another amazon held up a collapsing stone door that looked about as heavy as a bus! it was amazing. they were showing raw strength, showing their muscles off which may sound sexualised yes but it really wasnt. it didnt feel like these women were put on show for men to leer at. it felt so freaking empowering! the sheer power of these badass strong women was so important especially when we hardly ever see physically strong women with visible muscles in media. i was literally blown away by their strength.
all the other amazons we see including Hippolyta and the women she escapes with are all wearing full armor. the women in the first image were not even shown onscreen long enough for me to see them. and the women in the last image were shown yes, but in such an amazing non-sexualised, badass way. one of the amazons even posted to her instagram saying how empowered and feminine the armor made her feel.
i think this whole thing was just blown out of proportion by people who had not fact checked or seen the movie yet and i wish people would stop shitting on JL and Zack Snyder over this, it didnt change the movie in any way, in fact it made me think the amazons were more badass than i did before which i thought would be impossible!
- Of Masters and Slaves - The next chapter is almost done. I should have it to my beta by the middle of next week.
- What the Room Required - I swear I have not forgotten this Drarry fic and the next chapter is half done. It will be worth the wait, I promise!
- Wolfstar/Drarry one shot, post-war (of course Wolfstar lives!) as promised to @captofthesswolfstar. It’s so overdue, but it’s almost done, Tara, I promise! ;-)
- Wolfstar one-shot. Sirius with a tongue-piercing. You’re welcome. ;-)
- Wolfstar multi-chapter get together fic, still working on first chapter, but entire story is outlined.
- Wolfstar Small Gifts fest piece - so excited about this one but can’t give too many details. It promises to be sweet, funny, and a bit raunchy. You know I have to have a bit of smut.
- Hermione’s Haven fest piece - Somebody kill me please. It’s due in a few days and while I’m good with my pairing, my prompts are KILLING ME. They’e insane and have crack fic written all over them. I’m dying here.
- The Slash Zone’s @fairestoftherare We Wish You a Merry Slash-Mas fest - Wolfstar. Of course. **wink wonk**
- Millicent Bulstrode/ Theo Nott - one-shot. Sweet, post-war get-together fic. I just love Theo. And yes, there will be Thapple. ;-)
I swear I’m forgetting something and I have no idea what. I keep thinking I entered another fic fest and I’m clueless if I did. I know I’ll be entering the Wolfstar Big Bang, but that’s not until January. I really need better organization. And not so many projects at once!
If any of you hear me say anything about entering another fest or starting another project, STOP ME please!!