here's-to-the-crazy-ones!

Now that we have this shot in HD and some context all 2.5 seconds of it: Let’s revisit what we considered after SDCC.

- Obviously, that’s Pink Diamond, confirmed.
- Still squinting suspiciously at her holding giant destabilizers….
- At least one Gem we don’t know here, possibly “Snowflake” and “Crazy Lace”? The one on the left looks like a Zircon to me, but it’s mostly the hair and the pants.

- Let’s revisit the height comparison between Garnet and Bismuth. There is perspective at work here. Malleable heights for artistic framing, and all. This does not depict Pink Diamond’s literal height.

But now we have some timeline placement pieces of the puzzle, too:

- Pearl defected BEFORE Pink Diamond was shattered.
(A lot of people are already buzzing about her “hand over mouth” secret-sharing disability, and theorizing it’s Some Kind of Spell or Power from WD. This would indicate that whatever WD did to her, it had to have been done BEFORE Pink was shattered, BEFORE Pearl defected, and BEFORE Pearl joined Rose!)

(( P.S.: Regarding the theories that “WHITE MADE HER UNABLE TO TALK ABOUT IT TO HIDE WHITE’S MURDER OF PINK DIAMOND”: It would have had to have been looong premditated, for WD to block Pearl from talking about that BEFORE Pearl joined Rose. Or at the LEAST, premeditated long enough in advance for the Crystal Gems to have grown from Rose and Pearl, to Garnet in The Answer, to finding /recruiting /including Bismuth and the other two.))

- Garnet joined the Crystal Gems BEFORE Pink Diamond was shattered.
(Which also confirms, the Blue Diamond we saw in the Answer was certainly in a different mental state than the Blue Diamond we’ve seen since Steven’s Dream. The whole “BD ran away from Pearl+Rose because she didn’t want to end up shattered like Pink” idea is debunked.)

- Bismuth got involved BEFORE Pink Diamond was shattered. 
(Which means, Bismuth definitely had no idea about Rose supposedly already having shattered ANYONE.)

- Amethyst said she’d been “hanging out” in the kindergarten for “5000 years”. And Garnet narrated this as “5,750 years ago”. So, we can conclude that Amethyst emerged a good deal AFTER the initial rebellion, AFTER the war, and AFTER Pink was shattered. 

But this brings up an incredibly curious question:

While the others are standing there…
……………..Where the heck is Rose Quartz?

“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”

Mapmaking Part 1

So you want to make a custom map! Pylon Bina here to lend their (hopeful) expertise on the matter.

Mapmaking is a great way to add physical context to your stories. Knowing where people are in relation to the world around them helps readers follow along the journey more accurately, ESPECIALLY if there are lots of events happening far away from each other. Tolkein’s books include maps to get you oriented around Middle Earth while multiple plotlines were happening, and C.S. Lewis had maps of Narnia and the surrounding countries so that “Calormen” and “Ettinmoor” weren’t just vague concepts to the reader.

Mapmaking is also a great mental exercise that brings together a lot of general knowledge, and will get you thinking about how your world works. By the end of mapping your world, you’ll have a much better grasp of your setting. Not to mention it’s an indispensable reference!

So, this tutorial will cover the all the different scales that you might need. Some of these are related and will be grouped together: world/region/country maps, and city/town maps. Since the tutorials are image-heavy, they won’t both be put together in this post, but linked separately.



Mapmaking Part 1a: Large-scale maps

Here we’ll go through the process of creating a large-scale map. All steps will be listed in order, but not all steps apply to the kind of map you want. For example, if you’re focusing on a country or province, skip the step about picking a map projection (unless your country is absolutely enormous).

STEP 0: STYLE

This isn’t really a necessary step for the beginning, but it’s best to think about it early. What kind of look are you going for? An old, parchment-style map? Something sleek and as informative as possible? Is it a reference only for you, or would you include it with your published material? The maps I’ll use for the tutorial are the old-looking parchment ones.

STEP 1: SET UP THE MAP

If you’re drawing a world map, you might consider picking a map projection. This gives you a border to draw in and adds some realism to your map. There’s a wikipedia page on map projections to look at (HERE). There’s some crazy ones out there. I went with the Winkel-Tripel projection (fun fact, National Geographic uses this projection for their all-world maps).

Then decide: How many continents? Do you have a Pangea thing going on? Or do you have 5-6 major land masses like Earth does? Is it all islands?

STEP 2: DRAFTING BORDERS

This is the fun part and most creative part, really. Here you’ll choose the location and general shape of your borders/landmasses. They might be the continent’s coastal boundary, or it could be a political border. Keep in mind that political boundaries have way more regularities in them than coastal boundaries do (for example, the boundary between the US and Canada has a long smooth portion in it).

Choose your shapes. They can be super vague, just get the general idea down. Consider completely random objects for inspiration if you want more irregularly-shaped landmasses/countries. Lumpy horse head? Rooster tail? Saggy boot? Go nuts. Here I used a lumpy upside-down arrowhead shape.

Special note on political borders: A lot of the time, political boundaries follow meridians/parallels (resulting in a smooth border), or natural formations such as rivers and mountain ranges. Keep this in mind when drafting.

STEP 3 (optional): REFINE SHAPES

If you feel your shape isn’t distinct enough, take your time and refine it. Add notches, lumps, carve chunks out of the edges, anything you want, until you’re happy with the overall shape. For inspiration, look at a real-world map and look at just how irregular and weird some countries/continents are in their shape. Don’t be scared to make something crazy! I mean, look at the broken-ness of northern Canada. Or the intense squiggles of Greenland. The thin-ness of Chile. Lots of weird stuff irl to remind you just how flexible you can be.

STEP 4: LINING (AND EMBRACING RANDOMNESS)

Ahh, the fun part. And the part that might take the longest. Lining/inking! If you don’t have steady hands or worry about making smooth lines, don’t fret! Coastlines (and to a certain degree, political boundaries) are filled with some shaky random nonsense. To get a border that really feels real, embrace that randomness and don’t bother with a steady hand. I purposefully let my hand shake and twitch to get that proper randomness. Make sure that you enlarge your sketch to be properly big enough for your map.

Note how I deviated from my sketch all over the place. The sketch is really just to give you an idea. I encourage straying from it when you want more interesting borders. I also added some random islands nearby.

STEP 5: MAJOR LAND FEATURES

Before you put your cities down, you need to get the lay of the land. Are there mountains? Rivers? Lakes? Deserts? Forests? If you have a climate already planned, reflect that on your map. You can either include them on your final map, or have it in a sketch somewhere (or on an extra layer in your art program) just so you know. Reference real world maps for help.

To actually draw these things, check out their representations on real maps or fantasy maps. It might be sections of color, different textures, or you can get artsy and throw down some triangles for mountains, clustered circles/scribbles for forests, etc. Just so long as anyone looking at the map can easily tell what’s what. !!! Include a map key if you have to !!!

Consider this: Lots of land features work in tandem. Rivers can originate from mountains. Air currents mean a forest might be on one side of a mountain range but not on the other.  All rivers end in the ocean. All rivers flow downhill! Mountain ranges are BIG. Does a mountain range cut through multiple countries/continents?

Also consider: Do any land features make up a border to your country (if applicable?) Rivers are great for political boundaries.


This has been the first part of making a custom map; stay tuned for the second part (in which pylon Bina goes into adding the civilization part to your new landmasses) coming soon!

❄ ———— FROZEN SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ Hi, everyone. I’m _____ and I like warm hugs! ’
’ Oh, look at that. I’ve been impaled. ’
’ Whoa, whoa, whoa, put your feet down. ’
’ Seriously, were you raised in a barn? ’
’ You guys go and I’ll distract him. ’
’ This just got a lot more complicated. ’
’ Winter’s a good time to stay in and cuddle. ’
’ Yeah. I have a thick skull. ’
’ Are you all right? ’
’ I don’t have a skull. Or bones. ’
’ I can’t feel my legs! ’
’ Ooh, do me a favor and grab my butt. ’
’ It’s not nice to throw people! ’
’ What am I looking at here? ’
’ Why are you hanging from the earth by your feet like bats? ’
’ Can I say something crazy? Will you marry me? ’
’ Can I say something even crazier? Yes! ’
’ Shush! I’m trying to listen. ’
’ And who’s the funky looking donkey over there? ’
’ Oh they’re bo - oh! Okay. Makes things easier for me. ’
’ If only there was someone out there who loved you. ’
’ As thirteenth in line in my own kingdom, I didn’t stand a chance. ’
’ I knew, I’d have to marry into the throne somewhere. ’
’ What-what are you talking about? ’
’ You were so desperate for love, you were willing to marry me, just like that! ’
’ I figured after we married, I’d have to stage a little accident for ______. ’
’ You won’t get away with this! ’
’ Oh, I love it. It’s so cute. It like a little baby unicorn. ’
’ No! I don’t trust your judgement! ’
’ Excuse me? ’
’ Who marries a man they just met? ’
’ Some people are worth melting for. ’
’ Just maybe not right this second. ’
’ So, uh tell me. What made the Queen go all ice crazy? ’
’ Oh well, it was all my fault. ’
’ Wait, you got engaged to someone you just met that day? ’
’ Anyway I got mad and so she got mad and then she tried to walk away. ’
’ Hang on, you mean to tell me you got engaged to someone you just met that day? ’
’ Didn’t your parents ever warn you about strangers? ’
’ The cold never bothered me anyway. ’
’ Do you think you could show us the way? ’
’ How does this work? ’
’ Try and focus here. ’
’ I don’t know why, but I’ve always loved the idea of summer. ’
’ I’m guessing you don’t have much experience with heat. ’
’ The party is over. Close the gates. ’
’ Please! I can’t live like this anymore! ’
’ What did I ever do to you? ’
’ Why? Why do you shut me out? ’
’ Why do you shut the world out? What are you so afraid of? ’
’ I knew there was something dubious going on here. ’
’ You are a sight for sore eyes. ’
’ Hey, whoa, I don’t even recognize you. ’
’ I don’t even recognize you. You’ve lost so much weight. ’
’ I understand you’re love experts. ’
’ Why aren’t you running? ’
’ May I? We me? I mean, may we? Wait, what? ’
’ Ahh, and I just paid it off! ’
’ You almost set me on fire! ’
’ Whoa. Now that’s ice. I might cry. ’
’ Whoa, so this is heat. I love it. ’
’ Now we just have to survive this blizzard. ’
’ I’ll replace your sled, and everything in it. ’
’ I understand if you don’t want to help me anymore. ’
’ In fact, this whole thing’s ruined me for helping anyone ever again. ’
’ But you won’t get your new sled if she’s dead. ’
’ Sometimes I really don’t like you. ’
’ You are? I mean, sure, I’ll let you tag along. ’
’ Whoa, you really don’t know anything about love, do you? ’
’ You want to talk about a problem? I sell ice for a living. ’
’ Ooh, that’s a rough business to be in right now. ’
’ I’m awkward, you’re gorgeous. Wait what? ’
’ What? I just fell off a cliff. You should see your hair. ’
’ No! No, I’m going to keep my clothes on. ’
’ The only frozen heart around here is yours. ’
’ I got it, I got it. I don’t got it, I don’t got it. ’
’ Hands down, this is the best day of my life. ’
’ I don’t know, come through here recently? ’
’ The only one crazy enough to be out in this storm is you, dear. ’
’ Do you wanna build a snowman? It doesn’t have to be a snowman. ’
’ You, is there sorcery in you, too? Are you a monster, too? ’
’ That’s a first. Oh, you should probably wait out here. ’
’ I just can’t! The sky’s awake so I’m awake. So we have to play! ’
’ I’m thinking maybe some crimson, chartreuse. ’
’ How about yellow? No, not yellow. Yellow and snow? ’
’ I’ve only got one rope and you don’t know how to climb mountains. ’
’ You’re gonna kill yourself. I wouldn’t put my foot there. ’
’ I’m just blocking you out because I gotta concentrate here. ’
’ Nobody wants to be alone. Except maybe you. ’
’ I’m not alone. I have friends, remember? ’
’ Please tell me I’m almost there. ’
’ You kind of set off an eternal winter everywhere. ’
’ Does the air seem a bit thin to you up here? ’
’ Do you happen to have any ideas? ’
’ Love… is… putting someone else’s needs before yours. ’

I can hear them
Shhhhh

Hush now before they can hear you too
You have to pretend like you’re small again
Now hurry run and hide before they find you
Hide somewhere deep in the maze of consciousness
Where they can’t ever find you

Can they see me?
Can they see the monstrosity I’ve become?
I hear them whisper

Pity pity pity
Poor lost little girl
Crazed and confused
Her words make them laugh
And leave them amused

Shut up
Shut up
They’re lying to you

Who?
Which ones?

The ones loud and clear in my mind
Or the muted kaleidoscope outside

The silence is deafening

It’s Goku who put the name of Gohan!
Why do not you know when Gohan-chan was born?!!

[悟飯ちゃんの名前をつけたのは悟空さだぞ! 悟飯ちゃんが生まれた時の事を知らないわけがねえべ!! ]

Fan art by: れい:ゼノ‏

And this is just a bit of what is being talked about in Japan and not only that, many people are annoyed and tired of Vegeta’s favoritism in Dragon Ball Super and the constant humiliation of Goku by Toyotaro, who even many ask if they will So, better restart the anime and give the protagonism to Vegeta so that they no longer humiliate Goku. Can you believe it?

And here are the crazy ones who support him, but I think they are as crazy as Toyotaro.

Why then what for later? That Goku no longer remembers his grandfather Gohan? Oh my God!!

appentency

(a little sneak peek at the andreil coffee shop au i’ve been working on!! i’m also in need of a beta!)

ap·pe·ten·cyˈapədənsē/

noun

archaic

  1. a longing or desire. 

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A Glowing Destiny

Prompt; Glow

Requested by Nonners!

And yes, I was listening to Shut up and Dance while writing this, I totes recommend it! Lol

Sequel to Soul Song

Special shout out to @lulu2222 and @aya-eisen for being my betas on this!


He strummed his guitar nervously, leaning over to steal a peek at the cheering crowd. It was his first big gig, but the audience wasn’t the one making him shake in his boots. He could handle large crowds, and had worse in the past. He figured that some of his regular fans would make their appearance tonight; they never failed to do so, the crazy fuckers. Hell, he wasn’t even intimidated by the bigger name groups playing before him, some of them causing the crowd to roar in delight over their antics.  

No, it wasn’t not the audience or the bands making him nervous.  

It was the small glow in the back corner of the auditorium that’s making him tremble. That small little glow that he’d known since he was six, the one that seemed so far away that was suddenly so close. He gripped his guitar a bit tighter, gulping in sudden anticipation; tonight he would meet the one who was the source of that light; his own soul mate.  

He almost couldn’t believe how far he made it, having had others mock him for even daring to try singing for such a reason. Well, he thought almost gleefully. Here we are, who’s the crazy one now?

He certainly felt a little crazier now as the band ahead of him finished their song, sweating and panting hard from the dance. This is it, now or never!

The curtain lifted, and he nearly gasped when the faint light grew, and he caught a glimpse of blue. Blue hair? He had to know for sure now. And he had just the song to use too!

He turned to the others, grinning in excitement. “Oi, forget this song, we’re using the fun one!” He called, ignoring the surprised gawking the drummer and bassist shot his way. Oh yes, the fun song. He turned to the audience, strumming out a short sequence. “Oi, oi!” He called out, unable to keep the giddy grin off of his face. “Not that the last guys weren’t fun, but we’re about to do a bit of audience participation. Who feels like dancing?!”  

The answering cheer vibrated the stage, and Gajeel couldn’t help laughing when he saw the light bounce in the back. It was pushing its way closer, and a small plan began forming in his mind; he had to act fast.  

It turned out better than he could’ve ever planned for, and he used the incredibly bouncy beat of the song to hide the tremors he could feel. God, he was so nervous! But he couldn’t deny that he was having fun for once. Oh, he loved singing, and was incredibly grateful to the guys for putting up with him, but tonight, he was putting it all on the line. And there was no way he was stopping either; the person was finally close enough to see, even without the golden aura that surround her.  

He nearly choked on a line, he was so distracted. Her golden eyes glittered in the flashing lights, capturing his in a near painful recognition. I know you!  

Without a second thought, he jumped down, ignoring the other cheering girls that flocked him. Idly he remembered that he was supposed to be singing, and that his impromptu performance was nearly throwing off his band-mates. Oh well, he’d apologize later.  

He reached out, grabbing her tiny hand and tugged her back to the stage amidst wails of disappointed girls. She didn’t hesitate to follow; her warm touch sending zings of electricity up his arm as she tightened her grip in his hand. I found her!  

And he’d never let her go.  

They were soul mates, after all.

christ. this stalking situation of bts here in chile is getting on my nerves. every single time an artist decides to actually come here the crazy fans are the ones that end up chasing them away from having a good and relaxing time in santiago. A good friend of mine actually went to the hotel to try and reason with the crazies in there but told me this kids (bc the oldest one in there was like 17 or something) are vicious. They don’t care about anything and even some of their parents were there trying to help them get into the hotel. it’s outrageous. And I feel the need to apologize for this mess to all of armys and bts themselves. I’m sorry you guys. There are still some sane fans in here that are patiently waiting for the concert tonight and tomorrow, and if I wasn’t halfway around the city on family business I would have gone there myself to idk, spray some water on those kids so they come to their senses. 

“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”      

Strange Magic Week DAY 2: wedding/arranged marriage

for helvede! I forgot this wedding theme… well here is late lazy crazy colored one from me..
i really love all you others wonderfull contributes to this theme, mine is not very original…

Marianne is forced into mirrage with Roland, but she knows he is cheating on her, making her an miserable butterfly.
Bog hears the alarm that someone is in The Dark Forest. Checking it out himself, only to find a crying Marianne

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The comic officially hit 500 followers last Friday evening! Since then, we’ve gained 10 more, and continue to grow. That’s NUTS, and is a HUGE milestone for the community! Luckily for you kids, Mod and I actually built a plan ahead of time to celebrate!

I’ve hinted at it a few times already, but we’ve got an entire week of stuff laid out in celebration, and the best part is, it has nothing to do with Mod and myself. Because it’s been up to us to celebrate every milestone so far, and because 500 is such a big deal, we turned to you guys for help, and SO many of you responded. So, I’m here to officially announce *AMADEUS’s #500PartyWeek!

All week long, we’ve got tons of your fellow community members lined up with their own art and fan creations that we will be releasing to you kids throughout the evenings. We’ve got animations, moodboards, and drawings, all built from the community for the community. But, wel also wanted to extend this invitation to all of you!

Mod and I will be tracking the hashtag #500PartyWeek all week, and reblogging what we see there and anything the blog is tagged in for the rest of the community to enjoy! We may have a schedule lined up, but I invite and encourage everyone to participate! Whether you are directly celebrating 500 followers, encouraging others to read the comic, or simply want to say thanks to your fellow community members, no post is too small and no effort will go unnoticed. Videos, drawings, sketches, text posts, theories, song suggestions, favorite comic panels, fangirl (or guy) screaming, whatever you crazy kids have, we’ll take! This is a party, people, so let’s party!!

Also, a quick thanks to everyone that has let me bug them about this and has been scheduled for next week. I am super looking forward to seeing everyone’s work, and am very excited for the surprises Mod and I have ready! (We couldn’t stay out of our party, could we?)

I hope to see you all here, all week, for one CRAZY big party!! (You might want to set notifications for the blog so you don’t miss anything.) Amadeuces!

- Admin

deleteee  asked:

after reading that post on the NDs i was just wondering what some of your future!headcanons are, friendship wise? because in canon, brittana don't really have a consistent friend besides mercedes, right? like, quinn, rachel and kurt were all on an off with at least santana, if not both of them, and i guess artie and britt were kinda consistent post s2 but not really yknow? in season 6 tina seemed like she could be an option but as you mentioned in your post, they have kind of a weird history.

Hey, @deleteee​!

So here’s the thing: I don’t see Brittana having a lot of close contact with most members of the New Directions in the future.

It’s not that they purposefully cut them out of their lives or outright hate them or anything.

Well, okay, to be fair, Brittany does hate Rachel.

It’s just that they kind of naturally grow apart from them over time. 

While they will certainly attend what New Directions reunions they can and get together with the glee kids on occasion as logistics allow, things aren’t going to be the way they were during S4, S5, and S6 when they were jetting back and forth from NYC to Lima every other week and dropping in to stage musical interventions on various teammates whenever one of them had a personal crisis. 

There’s going to be some distance and some growing apart. The relationships they have that are already awkward will become more awkward still, and even their closer relationships will (by necessity) evolve and change shape.  

I have two main reasons why I headcanon things this way:

  1. Because, as you mention, Brittana’s relationships with most of the members of the New Directions are already complicated at best, and I suspect that the status quo isn’t much likely to change given that the majority of the glee kids still after so many years fail to understand Brittana at even the most basic level.
  2. Because, while of course experiences vary and I can’t speak for everyone who, like me, has passed the ten-year class reunion mark, I can say that I’ve personally found that adults who keep in close contact with any high school friends other than their bestest besties tend to be an exception rather than a rule.   

Particularly in small towns, as my hometown is and Glee’s Lima purports to be, there may be some groups who continue to socialize long after graduation, but more often than not such groups are comprised of the folks who never leave town, and they’re far and away a minority.

Much more common are the folks who eventually move away, maintaining sporadic contact with a few old friends but otherwise leaving high school in the past, forming new social circles as they attend school, travel, join the military, take work, start families, and/or gain more life experiences.

The closer the high school friendship was, the more likely it is to continue after graduation, while the more casual or complicated the high school friendship was, the more likely it is to peter out once the involved parties are no longer in daily contact and sharing regular mutual bonding experiences. The general rule is that the further out one gets from high school, the less one is willing and able to maintain old high school friendships.

So given that Brittana were never really all that close to the majority of the New Directions to begin with, I tend to think that as the years wear on, they’ll cease to have regular contact with most of them. High school is going to be in their rearview mirror, and while they’ll certainly have some fond memories of those days, they’re also going to be caught up in their new adult life together and glad to be continuing on to bigger and better things.

I kinda fic’d the idea here, if you’re interested.

As for individual headcanons, I put them after the cut.

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“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”      
  Rob Siltanen ~

you can't keep pretending this didn't happen, because guess what IT DID!

This is inspired from the list of @ships4you‘s prompt list (Link here). Hopefully you enjoy this crazy one.

Originally posted by alperlevi

“OPIE!” You shouted as he tore out of the crowded lot like a bat out of hell. 

The early morning sun was just peeking over the horizon as you stood there, alone in nothing but a sheet, watching the man you just slept with drive away on his custom Harley. 

Tears gathering in your eyes as you pulled yourself back towards his dorm, fearing what would happen if your brother ever saw you in this state. 

That had happened three months ago,

 you had not seen the man you harbored a crush for since, oh how you missed his gentle eyes, welcoming smile, his soft features, which also could strike fear into the heart of men. 

But instead of that, you were forced to stare into the evil eyes, and surrounded by the sinister laugh of the small stick, which seemed to be taking up my entire bathroom counter. And as the timer of my phone filled the air, the second line reared it’s head to join the laughter of the first. 

 And that is when the idea of planning Opie’s funeral crept into my head. 

You sat inside the sweltering car for a while as you played with the hem of your tank top, the thought of exposing your newly found out truth to your only brother made the very blood in your veins run cold. 

Your brother could be a gentle man at times, especially when his little sister is involved, but to most he was cold, hard, tough. You feared you were about to meet that part of him, for you were not married, or in a relationship, you lived in a rundown one bedroom, and had zero job security and no set hours of work. 

You were in your own little world until you heard the light knock on your window drew you back to the surprisingly quiet parking lot. Your tinted windows showed the familiar smile of one of your best friends, his eyes squinted as he grinned at you, and you couldn’t resist as your hand pulled the handle of the driver side door. 

“Juice my dear, put those pearls away fore ya blind someone.” You jokingly barked as you stepped into the warm heat of the afternoon. 

“Sorry to disappoint but I can’t. See my beautiful best friend has finally has come to visit the lowly bikers." 

"Hey, one of those bikers is my brother, and if I told him you spoke that slander about him, he may have to get a new tattoo by the end of the night." 

"Well maybe we shouldn’t tell him.” You laughed at the fear in his eyes, the sound filling the lot, and when you looked the garage of Teller Morrow, you saw a familiar set of eyes watching you, causing the vomit to creep up your throat, and your feet to carry you as fast as they could to the bathroom, before the morning’s juice made a reappearance. 

When you finally recovered, and opened the bathroom door, you saw him standing in the denim jumpsuit, grease covered him, as he wiped his hands on the rag in his pocket. Your own weight leaned against the frame of the door. 

“Well thank goodness Juice didn’t clog the John again while trying to bid his panty collection, otherwise the whole bathroom be a mess.” You joked as his eyes bore into you. 

“You ain’t ever thrown up since you were 7 and got the flu.” He was so matter of fact as he looked at you. 

“I been drunk plenty of times Lowman." 

"Yeah but you never puked from it. What’s wrong?" 

"Happy, nothing is…" 

"Don’t you dare lie to me Sis. I know when you…" 

"I’m pregnant.” You cut him off, fearing you would lose the ability to tell him if he continued on with his sentence. 

“Excuse me? Mind saying that one more time.” His voice and features were dark as he took a step closer to you, causing you to quickly inhale before you answered quietly, “I’m pregnant." 

 "And who might the father be?" 

 You were silent, not daring to speak a word as he exhaled, "Well when is the last time you had sex." 

 "You know damn well when that was.” And with that he was gone, you knew deep down he knew who the father was… 

“Happy stop.” You pleaded as he went to the lot, his eyes wide with rage as his words were soaked in venom, “Winston, get your ass out here." 

Opie turned, looking at you first before he noticed Happy’s expression, "Hey killer, whats…" 

His sentence went unfinished as Happy’s fist met his bearded face, blood gushing from his nose as Happy punched again, and soon the two were on the cement ground, Opie not able to get a single punch in as Happy’s fist made light work of his face. 

Finally five other Sons were able to get him off, and you immediately went to Opie’s side, as Happy screamed, "you fucking asshole." 

"What the hell did he even do Hap?” Jax screamed over Happy as he held back an arm. 

“Got my fucking sister knocked up, that’s what. That’s why he fucking vanished! HE FUCKED HER!" 

"And I LIKED IT!” You screamed back, quickly standing in front of your brother, “he didn’t force himself on me, didn’t force me to do anything! I agreed, and yes we were drunk but Damn It, I LIKED HAVING SEX WITH HIM! He only ran because when he woke the fuck up he regretted every minute of it, but I will never regret having sex with Opie! Or having his bastard child!" 

And he can’t keep pretending that nothing happened between you both cause Guess What? IT DID!“ 

"Do you not think I know it did, I have the proof growing inside me now Asshole! Why do you think I have been avoiding the lot for months, I don’t want my kid to be fatherless like we were." 

"Do you really think he wants to be the father of your…" 

"HAPPY JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, the stress of the whole thing overwhelming you. 

 And then Happy did something awful, as the sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the air, and the light thump of your body hitting the cement followed. The front of your body laid against the cement, struggling to even fathom what had just occurred, as Tig fought to restrain his arm again. And as you laid there, fighting tears back you felt someone gather you in their arms. 

“Shhhhh [Y/N]. It is just me.” Juice whispered as you buried your face in the crock of his neck. 

He gently placed you in the passenger seat of your car and as he rounded the front that was when you noticed your once light-wash denim shorts were stained red. 


It was hours later, the hand imprint was now clear on your face, your frame covered in an itchy gown as you waited patiently for someone to give you what you could only imagine was bad news for you. 

However the news would probably bring relief to Opie, and your brother. 

Juice had somehow fallen asleep in the chair beside you, his hand rested in yours as he slept, but your eyes remained glued to the off white walls until you heard a light knocking at your door. 

“You look bloody awful.” You smiled as Opie entered the room, his face cut up, and bandaged, but looking better then it had in the lot. 

“You’ve looked better yourself.” He answered as he took a seat beside you on the other side of the bed, Juice stirring only a bit before another snore filled the space. 

“Man could sleep through the end of the world.” You joked, looking away from Opie and towards the sleeping man beside you. 

“I don’t regret it.” Opie whispered, your breath hitching as he continued, “I should have never left that morning. I was just terrified when I thought about it more, and while I was happy with my choice I knew Happy would detest to it, and even to the thought of me dating you. So I ran from my fears, and now I fear I have ruined what could have been." 

"Opie,” you whispered, slowly turning back to him, “I have loved you since the moment I met you, I slept with you because the alcohol made me see how foolish it was to be without you. And I would like nothing more then to go on living the rest of my life with you, even if it means leaving all this and my brother behind." 

"You would do that? For me?” He replied, tenderly placing his hand over the swollen red mark on your face. 

“Oh course I would." 

"I’m hoping it won’t come to that.” Another familiar voice added as you looked away from the love in Opie’s eyes, and into the regret of Happy’s. 

“I never meant to do this to ya Sis, I was just so caught up in all the yelling that…" 

"Happy, you are forgiven, however you gotta know that I want whatever it is Opie and I are, and while the whole ordeal would be easier with your approval, I will not leave this just because you dislike the fact your baby sister is dating a Son." 

"Sis, as long as he treats ya like an old lady, and not a crow eater I will be fine. However I may never forgive myself for what I did to ya today, and what I did to…" 

"Miss Lowman.” The doctor interrupted as the three of you turned your attention to him, “I need ya to come with me to the ultrasound room, and maybe wake up the father so he can…" 

 "Oh Juice isn’t the father, if you don’t mind actually I would like to go in alone.” You softly answered, prying your hand away from Juice before leaving the room and the three men in an awkward silence. 

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“You really love her.” Happy finally said after several minutes. 

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“I do. I think I always have, however I have also always been afraid of you." 

Happy chuckled low, "good." 

And then the room was silent again, five more minutes passed before Opie said, "I can’t believe they thought Juice was the father, kid better not come out looking like him." 

"Hopefully it don’t come out looking like you either, seeing how your face is all fucked up." 

"Hey that is all on you brother, you are the one that fucked up my beautiful butter face.” Opie joked, causing Happy to let out a low chuckle before allowing a moment of silence, “I think it will be fun having another little one running around the lot." 

"Yeah, plus he will have the greatest uncle in the world." 

"Well hopefully his greatest uncle in the world didn’t just ruin his chances of being born.” Happy spoke, as they wheeled you back in, your eyes red rimmed and glassy, tears still fresh in them, as regret filled Happy’s. 

“Well gentlemen, if you would kindly wake up her boyfriend, you and Miss Lowman may leave.” The doctor informed the room before leaving you all in silence again.

Finally Happy broke the silence with a sob. 

“Why are you crying?” You asked, watching the killer before you start to break down slowly. 

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, or the baby…. I feel so guilty about being the reason you lost…." 

"Happy, the baby is fine.” You smiled, as Opie sighed in relief, Happy’s eyes watering as you wiped a tear of joy away, “Doctor said he was as surprised as me when he saw that the baby was fine. Set up another appointment next week to double check, but as far as he can tell, we are gonna be parents." 

Opie didn’t say a word as you looked at him, however he quickly stepped forward and crashed his lips into yours, deepening the kiss until Happy cleared his throat. 

"Well then, shall we go celebrate?” Happy suggested as you slowly stood up, looking at your brother, “yeah, and over dinner we can discuss the real scary part of this." 

"Sis I know nothing about child birth…" 

"Oh no.” You interrupted him, “I meant tellin Ma." 

 And you all left the room, chatting and laughing, forgetting the sleeping biker boy…..

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