Prompt (AU) : Harry took his anger out in sex-and you weren’t supposed to do that. He would go to the bar and find others just as terrible and lonely as him, drink, and then sink his sorrows into anything with breast and a hole were to put it. Niall always rolled his eyes the next morning and say to Harry “you’re a proper dick, yeh know that right?”, to which Harry would lift his middle finger up and respond with, “if soulmates are real she would love me anyhow.”
“Harry when you meet her your life will change,” Anne says, handing him a cup of tea.
Harry rolls his eyes, “I don’t care to meet her. It’s all bullshit,” Harry grumbles.
There were very few things that bugged Y/N in life. Y/N
hated when people didn’t use their turn signals when driving, or when people
walked too slow in front of her, or when people rolled their eyes or stared at
her, but she absolutely loathed when people wouldn’t respect her choice and try
and force her to talk. It was clear, crystal clear, that she wasn’t much of a
talker, and yes or no questions where the good route to go, but when people
edged her on she got upset.
For example, Harry just couldn’t wrap his mind around how
his other half would not utter a single word to him. Y/N had written down on a
whiteboard that she was ‘mute’ and would really prefer if Harry stayed away
from the label. She explained that even though he was her soulmate (and she would
love to be open with him) talking just didn’t seem like something she was ready
She watched as Harry rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, and
frowned. She could feel his annoyance (literally) and she wanted to stub her
toe on the table just to tick him off, but she felt like it was rude and she
didn’t want to put herself through the pain as well.
“So like what? I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life
with someone who won’t talk to me?” Harry asked, his eyes on her as she walks
down the hallway of her apartment complex.
Mei hadn’t been expecting it at all, not while she was laying in bed still panting and sweating, her body only just starting to cool from their third round of the night.
Junkrat had returned from a mission in Egypt, arriving on a ship that had landed earlier that evening after almost four weeks away. The junker had shoved his way past his colleagues, waved Roadhog off as his bodyguard headed for the cafeteria, made a beeline for Mei’s dorms, and had set upon her like a man possessed as soon as she’d barely opened the door. That had been hours ago, and the junker’s libido was finally starting to slow down, allowing Mei to at least catch her breath. She was an absolute mess, her hair damp and sticking out in all directions, her body flushed pink and glistening with perspiration, and the insides of her thighs were still wet and sticky. He had just rolled off her in a similar state of disarray, though disarray was hardly an unusual state for him in the first place. He was grinning as always, laying sprawled on his back next to the dazed woman atop her rumpled snowflake sheets.
There was finally room for something else in his brain, able to think of something other than sex. Well, the thoughts were still sex-related, but he wasn’t really sure where they had come from. He’d taken Mei to bed countless times since their first night together and he’d never really thought of it before. He’d been focused on…other things at the time. Still, the thought he had was intriguing. Really, it was a good question, he decided, so he turned to her and he asked it.
“Mm?” She gave a little moan next to him, eyes closed and barely listening.
He didn’t understand it. He didn’t understand you. His face
was scrunched tightly, filled with confusion and thought. What was your angle?
How did you manage to do it? Break someone as unbreakable as himself. He had
‘dated’ dozens of girls and blown them off the next day or week and that seemed
to be working, he had gained a reputation, girls knowing what they would be
getting into and if they didn’t well then they very quickly picked up on his
habits, but he never expected it from you, actually, he just never expected
you, and that’s exactly what you had hoped.
“You’re telling me you did what?!” your best friend of
nearly five years screeched loudly enough to turn heads. You jumped in your
skin, not expecting her outburst “Y/F/N what the hell are you doing!” you
scolded, tightly grasping her shoulders “You’re at a voice level 10 and I’m
going to need you at a 2. Okay?”. She merely rolled her eyes in response “Tell
me it’s a lie, tell me your joking, tell me anything to make me feel better??!”
She pleaded, yet this time at your requested voice level, her eyes nearly
bugging out of her head. You didn’t see the problem, in your mind you were just
fixing a problem that needed to be solved. “Can’t do that” you stated with a
shrug from your shoulders, closing your locker and moving on to walk throughout
the crowded high school halls, Y/F/N trailing very closely behind you “What do you
mean! Y/N why would you do something that…that” you let your friend rant,
stopping and turning to her with raised eyebrows “That?” you questioned,
waiting for a long overdue response which you only got a loud groan and her
hands thrown into the air. You chuckled at her conclusion and once again began
walking “What’s the problem Y/F/N? He used you, so I just went and did the same
thing to him. Put him in his place” you explained with ease, gazing around at
the kids around you. “Put him in his place?! It’s not like you yelled at him or
threw a drink in his face you slept with him! That’s not exactly what
vigilantes do when they want to put someone in their place Y/N” your friend
retaliated, her voice level slowly raising again to a 10. “Hey, hey, calm down.
Montgomery isn’t gonna stop what he’s doing by a random girl throwing a drink
in his face or angrily yelling at him at some party! Someone had to show him
that what he was doing was wrong so what better way to do that than do exactly
what he does to girls, what he did to you, then to do it back to him” It was
simple, you hadn’t just randomly slept with Monty, you had done it to prove a
point, and it seemed that Y/F/N was beginning to understand that as she got
quiet for a few minutes. The two of you stopped in front of your next class,
her mouth gaped open as she began formulating her next sentence “But how do you
know it worked?” she questioned with genuine interest. Your lips then curled
into a smile “Because he hasn’t stopped calling and texting me since we did it
at one of Bryce’s parties”. Her mouth fell open, the corners twisted up in a
smirk “Oh my god Y/N! You might have actually done it! This might work”. Her
response caused you to chuckle and nod your head “Yeah I know! So stop freaking
out about it and let me do my work” you pleaded with a raised eyebrow ushering
your friend inside. She laughed while entering the classroom, you behind her
yet you didn’t quite make it into the classroom before you saw him make his way
over to you. Your friend gave you a wink before finding her seat in the
classroom “Montgomery” you stated before he could greet you first. He responded
with toothy grin “Y/N” He responded, folding his arm across his chest, leaning
his back against the wall behind the door “I’ve been thinking” he began,
although you didn’t let him finish before you decided to respond with a
sarcastic comment “You’ve been thinking?” you questioned, your eyebrows raised
“That’s rare”. He tilted his head to the side his toothy grin turning into a
smirk “You’re right, It’s a new thing I’m trying” he replied quickly actually
gaining a light chuckle from you “Anyway” he continued “I was thinking about
Rosie’s diner and how good their milkshakes are”. Your hand found your way to
your hip, tilting your head to the side “And you’ve decided to tell me this
why?”. His smile never wavered as he watched you “Well I was wondering if you
would like to accompany me this Friday for said milkshakes and some fun” he
answered with a wink and even you had to admit, you were tempted. His smile and
his attitude was something new, but you knew his games and you weren’t going to
fall into his trap, after all, you were the one in control. You pursed your
lips and pretended to think “Interesting offer, and I’m flattered that you’re thinking
and all for me but I think I’m gonna have to decline”. He didn’t seem to like
your answer, as you expected and you couldn’t help but gain pleasure from two
new creases that appeared on his forehead that was from him trying to think of
why. Why you were doing this, and why you weren’t succumbing to his charm. “You
know” he began after his creases disappeared “Your treatment towards me seems a
bit unfair”. His comment caused you to scoff, hanging your head before you responded,
“Life’s not fair Montgomery but if you ask me I think my actions are completely
justified” you explained, your eyes squinting slightly while looking up at him.
“Okay then, I’ll ask you this. How do you know that if you don’t know me?” his
response was idiotic, almost as if he was completely unaware on why you were
acting like this towards him, almost as if he had no clue of any of his wrong
doings, and this only made you laugh harder inside “Oh but I do know you and I
know what you do to girls and knowing just how badly I got to you is possibly
the best justice and the best feeling I could ever feel.” And with that you
headed into the open classroom, leaving a dumbfounded Monty outside and alone,
sitting down next to your friend just as the class bell rang, you would say the
plan was working perfectly and you hoped in no time he would know just how
badly he messed up.
OH MY GOD SOMEONE IS REALLY ASKING ME THIS SOMEONE IS REALLY ASKING ME THIS GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Okay, composure Emily…composure!
1.) A common problem that people have when singing is that they think raising their head up when they can’t reach a note will help. Let me tell ya, it really won’t. In fact, it will cause vocal problems down the road and really strain your voice. Tipping your chin down and level to the floor not only works better but sounds better.
2.) Stop using Glottal Attacks. It’s what happens when the edges of your vocal cords strike against each other in over closure. A good way to stop using them is to put soft “h’s” in front of words that begin with vowels. For example: everyone –> hh-everyone, I –> hh-I and always –> hh-always.
3.) VERY IMPORTANT TIP THAT PLAGUED ME FOR MOST OF MY CHILDHOOD: DO NOT I repeat DO NOT BREATHE WITH YOUR SHOULDERS!It used to make me shake while I sang and despite what you think, no it will not give you more air. Instead of breathing like that (vertically) you need to breathe from your chest area (I mean like around your ribs, diaphragm, etc.)
Cup your hands around your ribs til the point where your fingers are touching. Slowly, and without moving your shoulders, breath from your abdomen. Imagine you are like a balloon being inflated. When you exhale your stomach should go IN and when your inhale your stomach should go OUT despite what cartoons depict.
This reply is getting really long so I’ll finish it up with how you START up. Warm ups!
4.) Warm Ups.Doing warm ups before you sing is healthy for your voice and makes it easy to sing higher or lower without strain.
This first one is called Lip Trills but I like to call it the Jean Kirschstein exercise. You know how a horse flubs it’s lips? Like BRRRRR! That’s how this works. We all do it when we’re bored but here is an example of it:
LAST TIP! YOU NEED YOUR MOUTH TO LOOK LIKE A FISH…somewhat. When you sing things with vowels like “ee” or “ie” you tend to make your mouth wide like your smiling. DO NOT DO THAT. Instead, do this.
Imagine that painting the Scream? Isn’t that what it’s called? Anyways, the painting of the guy that’s screaming. He holds his hands near his mouth in shock. For the time being until you can break that habit of smiling on those ie and ee words try doing this and see if it helps.
If you have anymore questions feel free to ask! This is pretty much what I’ve learned from 10 years of singing lessons.
Once again, I apologize that this post is really long. Thank you for asking! I love talking about singing in general!
Reader x Yoongi Summary: BigHit Entertainment was supposed to be the start of your producing career, and when Bang Si-Hyuk assigns you to work with the popular group BTS, things don’t go according to plan because of the hot-headed, perfectionist: Min Yoongi. Rating (Overall): PG-13 Status: On-Going
I closed my door and stood there for awhile, letting everything sink in before making my way to my seat. I took a deep breath and began to think. For some weird reason, I wanted to show Y/N my studio. She looked like she could use a distraction from the look on her face; which I recognized anywhere since majority of the producers had it. Plus, I think she would’ve really liked it. But of course, who wouldn’t like my Genius Lab? I mean that’s the main reason–just to show off, not because I wanted her to be near me. Rubbing the nap of my neck, I brushed off the thought of her and began flipping through Netflix, hoping to find something interesting. Nothing good. I’ve been watching Netflix too much these past weeks, I’ve practically seen everything. Maybe it was me who needed the distraction, not Y/N. Deciding to just pack up and go home, I stretched out my arm and stood up. 1:47AM. I definitely needed to go since there was recording tomorrow. Also, I haven’t been able to rest since this morning, it was schedule after schedule, and I really needed to sleep.
Standing up from my chair, I began collecting and putting away my things. There wasn’t much I had anyways, just my lyric book and laptop. I blew out my fresh-linen scented candle and turned off the lights, before closing my door and leaving. Making my way down the hall, I couldn’t help but notice the main studio’s lights on, which only meant Y/N was still working. Approaching closer to the door, I grew curious and peeked my head in a bit. And to no surprise, I was right, Y/N was still working, well at least she looked to be. About to go in, I pushed the door a little further until I felt a hand on my shoulder causing me to jump. Turning around to see who it was, Rin’s face greeted me.
There is no way for your friends to understand what you are saying if you cover your damn mouth!! How do you think lip reading works?? If you are at a table eating with someone d/Deaf or HoH, you do not need to cover your mouth if you talk with food in it!! We don’t care! We just want to understand what you are saying.
‘I just feel horrible.’ You answered him as you leaned your head
against the sofa letting out a huge sigh. It had been a tiring day at work and
all you wanted to do was stay in and make yourself comfortable. You swore you
could hear the guilt bubbling inside your boyfriend over the phone as he let
out a small ‘Uhh’.
‘It’s fine. I’m fine.’ You chuckled at him.
'I’m sorry. I promise I’ll go to your house after I’m done.’
'It’s fine. I don’t think it could get any-’
Hyuk Woo quickly shushed you as you laughed at his paranoid
self. 'Don’t jinx yourself baby.’ He scolded as you just nodded your head even
if you knew he couldn’t see you. You smiled at how adorable your boyfriend was,
slowly massaging your sore feet from all the hours in heels. 'I’ll buy ice cream
when I come back home and you can tell me all about your day okay?’ He cooed
promising you of a better end to your day than what you’ve been through.
'I’m going to need lots of comfort food.’ You told him as he
Summary: anonymous asked:some people don’t like it but can you write an angsty jun smut 😳
Author’s Note: hdjsghkdlxfjbj I CAN’T BELIEVE I WROTE A JUNHUI SMUT. PLS. I’M GOING TO HELL.
it’s not angsty because i’m bad at angst rip but i hope you enjoy!
“(Y/N),” Junhui grunted into your ear, gripping your sides roughly as he pressed his lips to your neck.
“Do you feel how worked up you’ve gotten me?” He murmured, pressing his length against your bum, causing you to groan softly.
“Only you can do this to me, baby.”
It had been mere hours ago that you were with your boyfriend and his friends, sitting on the couch, watching movies, having a good time with each other. You hadn’t expected it to turn out like this.
It was just harmless teasing, you thought, when you sat on your boyfriends lap. You pressed kisses to his jawline discreetly, rubbing circles agains his chest and nibbling on his skin.
“Why’d you do it?” Junhui groaned, running his hands over your backside, gripping the soft flesh through the fabric of your leggings.
“Do what..?” You asked softly, playing innocent as he continued to grope your bum.
“You know what you did, love,” he purred into your ear, pulling you from off the wall and turning your around. He kissed you deeply, sliding his tongue into your mouth, the wet muscles fighting for dominance as he shoved you down the hallway,
“Get on the bed,” he murmured into your mouth, pulling his shirt over his head, “Strip for me, jagi.”
You bit your lip as you slid your leggings and shirt off, blinking at him as his eyes scanned your body. He crawled over to you on the bed, pressing his lips against your neck before making his way down to the valley of your breasts, kneading the skin through your bra before kissing down your stomach to the outsides of your panties. He pressed his lips to your aching core through the thin fabric before pulling it off with his teeth, pressing his lips to your inner thighs.
“Ah, who made you this wet, Jagi?” he murmured, running his finger along your folds, teasing your hole with the tip.
“Mh, you did Junhui…” you moaned, arching your back off the bed as he pressed his lips to your clit, sliding a finger into you and curling it upwards.
You moaned loudly as he thrusted his finger into you, sucking softly on your clit in time with his fingers movements, making you reach for his hair. He slid yet another finger into your throbbing center, picking up his pace as he hummed against your clit, the vibrations making you see stars.
“Does that feel good, Jagi?” he looked at you softly, running his fingers along your walls as he continued to lick your clit.
“Fuck, yes Junhui, please…”
“Please what?” he asked softly ceasing all of his movements just as you fell the tight knot in your tummy.
“I’m gonna cum, Junhui,” you groaned softly.
“You want me to continue baby?” he murmured, wiggling his fingers softly, thrusting them in agonizingly slow.
“Yes, yes please,” You moaned loudly.
He nodded softly, continuing to to thrust his fingers into you as he laid his tongue flat against your clit, gently drawing circled against it, the simple movements causing you to release.
He continued to let you ride out your orgasm, pulling out his fingers and sucking off your juices, smirking softly as he did so.
Okay I don't exactly know how to intro into this, I'm just a dying artist... HOW DO LIPS WORK? HOW? Thank you very much for your time, I am so frustrated they ruin my faces teach me your ways oh wise wise soul
i’m by no means an expert but i hope some of this helps!
or, a supercat soulmate au in which Carter tries and sort-of-not-really-but-does fail to meddle.
Carter had seen his mother’s soulmark. He wasn’t supposed to have seen it, obviously – soulmarks were private, up
until the point they were actually said. The fact that he had seen it, of
course, was a secret that everyone knew. A lot of children had seen their
parents’ soulmarks, and it was kind of a secret, unsaid tradition that your
children knew your soulmark.
But Cat Grant
was notorious for not showing her soulmark, even in private – she’d talked
about it once, on her show, and it invited many views. These days, celebrities’
soulmarks were well-known, the paparazzi getting paid a lot of money for good
mark-shots. Carter’s mark had been photographed before, to his misfortune, but
his was in a very easily-seen place, the black ivy and dark grey aster that
would eventually fill with colour tracing around the left of his face, over his
eyebrow. It was another reason for his dad to ignore him.
meant something. His mark being flowers just made it easier to discern. His dad’s
mark was a flower too – an orange lily. Hatred.
mark was on her stomach, just above her belly-button. It seemed that flowers
were a thing on both sides of his family, because hers was a strange mix of
symbols, twirling in a spiral of azalea petals in such a beautiful, realistic way
that if it hadn’t been tattooed to his mother’s skin, he would have thought it
real. He’d been fascinated with it for a long time, but his mother never let
him see it again. Sometimes, he tried to remember what the symbols were like –
he’d draw them idly on his skin when he was bored.
“So do you,
uh, want some juice, or something?” Kara questioned him awkwardly. Carter
looked at the girl. She was trying, he could tell, but she wasn’t used to
looking after kids, and obviously nervous.
good.” He went back to writing on his arm, only to jerk as Kara knocked over
something on her desk. He looked up, staring, expecting her to curse, or
something, tidy up maybe – but she had her eyes locked on his arm, on the
writing. He glanced at it. “Can you read it?”
my name, nearly.” She looked confused. Carter blinked.
He peered at the symbols – so it was a language after all. “So it says Kara Danvers?”
“No, it’s a
really badly spelled version of my real name.” Kara reached over, taking his
wrist gently and staring at the symbols like they were the Holy Grail. “I haven’t-
I haven’t seen my name written down like this in…a long time.”
frowned at her. “Aren’t you American?” She paused, then shook her head, letting
go of his arm. “What are you then?”
else. I was adopted, after the last of my people died. Well, after nearly all
my people died. I was separated from them.”
twisted in his seat, “Were you from a tribe or something?” Kara’s lip quirked.
“No, not a
tribe. More like a supremely advanced civilisation in hiding. Here.” She
grabbed a notepad from her desk, and a pen, then – with an ease Carter had
never seen before – she wrote out the symbols that were tattooed on his mother’s
And that was
when it clicked.
“Oh my god,
you’re her.” Carter stared. “But you’ve already met!” Kara looked at him with a
his hands back and forth, trying not to attract too much attention from anyone
surrounding them while he had his revelation, while also trying to explain to
Kara without explaining that his mother
had her name.
I saw this,” he put his hand on the notepad, eyes wide. “It’s important what I
saw this on.” Everything about this was weird and strange – Kara was like, not
even thirty! His mother was fifty, or fifty-one – he wasn’t quite sure, as they
didn’t celebrate her birthday – and twenty years? Really? Carter had never seen
a soulmate gap so big before. Five years, ten, even but twenty?
you see my name before, Carter?” Her eyes were wide behind her glasses, before
they suddenly became disturbed. “Do- do you have
that name?” It took a second to translate, before Carter shook his head sharply.
Kara slumped in her seat, looking relieved.
if you had my name I’d never forgive myself.”
Things aren’t making sense. Carter pursed his lips. “Kara, how
do soulmate marks work? For your people?” Kara looked at him with fearful eyes.
“I won’t tell, I promise.” The way she talked about it – her people had to have
It was the only
idea he could think of, sue him.
nervous. She fiddled with her glasses, before clasping her hands together.
people, our soulmarks are names, that don’t come until we’ve, uh, made
something for ourselves – found our place in society.”
at her, appalled. “But that could take forever.”
strained, “On my- in my civilisation, we were given a place, and usually soon
after, our marks came in. On Earth- in National City, I mean, uh, in National
City it’s harder, obviously, but I’ll get there – I’ll get my mark.”
will it be like? Will it be a name? A picture?”
“In my people’s society, it was a name, but…if they weren’t from our
civilisation, it was a name, like in our culture, and something from there’s,
so…a picture and a name, probably, unless they’re dead.” She looked sad, at
that, and in pain. Carter looked down, remembering what she said before. After nearly all my people died. She
probably felt so lonely – and to have not used her language in years must have
“How long did
it take you to learn English?”
“A few days –
I already had the basics down. It was more the cultural and social aspects that
confused me,” Kara explained. Carter nodded, thinking more on that.
“Teach me how
to write in your language?”
“You- you want to learn?”
apparently-” Carter grinned “-I’ve been writing your name wrong. What’s your
name then, anyway, if it’s not Kara Danvers?”
“The end of Working Girl always makes me cry.”
Cat smiled, “Me
too.” She was going to leave, happy in leaving her former-assistant to herself –
only for her eyes to stray to the girl’s cheek, where her skin was shimmering
and colouring. “Kara – what’s that?” She frowned, stepping forwards quickly,
reaching up to take her chin softly, pushing her cheek sideways to watch as a
golden bouquet of daffodil started drawing itself on her face in a long line,
curving from her forehead to her chin.
“Kara, why is-”
she stopped, watching in fascination as Catherine
Grant wrote itself onto her skin in tiny, black italic, edging the petal of
the centre daffodil – small enough that from a distance it would look like a
shadow. Dear God above.
“I think you
should call me Cat,” the CEO muttered, before feeling an amazing warmth in her
stomach, tracing her soulmark like a fine-haired paintbrush. Swallowing, she
let go of her chin, stepping back and smiling tightly. “Get settled into your
And then she
did the cowardly thing and ran off.
and James half an hour later, Kara was grinning as they stared at her in shock.
promoted!” Neither of them reacted the way she thought they would. “Well? Isn’t
at your face,” Winn said in a serious tone. Kara frowned, before hearing a
whisper that surprised her.
“Since when did Kara have a soulmark on her
“A what?” She
murmured, before looking in the glass of James’ office-wall, eyes blowing wide
as she saw the faint reflection of her face. “Rao…it came in.” And there was a name on it.
going to notice, Kara – they’ll think you’re a cradle-robber,” James warned.
Kara blinked. Cradle-robber. Alex had
called her that once, when she said her mark would come in once she got a
proper job. “And what about Supergirl?”
“Uh…” oh that was problematic. And then, just to
add to that, she heard a scream. “I’ve got to go.” The glass wasn’t good enough
for her to see the name just yet, but she was meeting Carter at the library in
a few hours for lessons in Kryptonese – he could tell her.
some foundation on,” she muttered to him, before speed-walking away, covertly
grabbing Cynthia’s pale foundation as she did. I’ll get her a new bottle.
saved a woman from being murdered by her boyfriend, put together two IKEA units
– word had apparently gotten around – entertained a gaggle of girl-scouts whose
leader had gone to the bathroom, put out a house-fire and stopped a man from
committing suicide. And then Kara Danvers went to St Edmund’s Hall and signed
in as a visitor to their library and sat down in wait for Carter, wiping away
the remnants of the foundation over her newly-acquired soulmark, the fire
earlier causing it to melt a little. Hopefully
it wasn’t caught on camera.
greeted Carter as he approached.
Kara smiled at him, smiling only wider as he saw the mark on her face.
got it! And it’s like mine!” He scrambled to sit down beside her, reaching up
to push her hair out of the way, staring at it. “And I was right – you are her
soulmate.” Kara’s heart beat faster.
“Yep. I like the daffodils, by the way – so do you get the colours right in,
then?” Kara froze.
coloured? Oh no. I’ve met her
already! She’s probably wondering why I didn’t respond.”
frowned, “Wait, were you alone when it came in, do you think?”
“I don’t know
– though Ms Grant was acting a little weird after she promoted me- oh, oh. She- she must have seen it come in!
Oh my god, how am I going to explain that?”
out, she didn’t have to.
“You are a
lying liar who lies,” Cat glared as Kara entered her office. “Tell me right now
why I shouldn’t print proof that Supergirl has a soulmark identical to Kara
Danvers’?” She dropped the pile of photos on the floor. Kara, paralysed, stared
at them. “How did you even get a soulmark? I watched it form on your face. It isn’t supposed to do that – people are born with their soulmarks.”
“Not- not my
people,” Kara whispered into the deathly silence. “We gain them after we find
our place in the world. You- you promoted me. I got it because I found the
stable point of my life.”
“What do you
want me to do, Kara? I need you to tell me what you are going to do – is Supergirl
going to ‘come out’ to the world? Is she going to hide her soulmark so her normal
identity stays a secret? Give me direction, Kara, or so help me-”
“I have your
name on my soulmark,” Kara blurted out. Cat froze. “I- I read it last night. I
hadn’t looked in the mirror till then, and I saw it and I’m sorry and Carter
said he saw my name on someone once and I think he meant you but he never told
me and I’m just so sorry and-”
up,” Cat growled, stalking forwards and lifting her silken shirt to show a
tight, white band, which she lifted as well, to show Kara’s name, emblazoned
over dark pink petals that floated on her stomach in a spiral, as if the wind
had lifted them up and painted the picture onto her skin. “I know you have my
name, and I’ve been reading over the things Carter’s been bringing home and
leaving out for me on purpose. I know
this is your name, but not just because he wrote it down – I was there when it
came in, and when my mark became coloured.” She tugged the wrap and shirt down,
pursing her lips together. “People are going to think you hid your mark because
otherwise me promoting you would seem like favouritism. If you want to keep
working for CatCo after this, you’ll need to fill it in.”
c-cover it?” Kara said, startled by Cat’s honesty.
silence filled the air, before Cat spoke again, shaking her head.
the entire time. No wonder he kept asking to see you again, for me to give you
a promotion, to get you out from under my thumb into your own department…”
fiddled with her glasses. “Would it be inappropriate to ask you out at some point?”
“Very. But go
her eyes. “Let me give you an incentive, Keira.”
Then, she stepped forwards, taking Kara’s face in her hands and leaning up on
her tiptoes, pressing a kiss to her lips, before whispering lowly, “Ask me out
at some point, Kara, and while I have this chance, tell Carter something for
whispered, staring into Cat’s very
beautiful eyes. Cat gave a smirk worthy of her name.
“Tell him to
stop meddling in my love-life – I can get my own soulmate.”
Hi! I'm extremely new to drawing human anatomy and I'm stuck. I CAN'T get the whole nose to lips region to connect and actually look like a person. How do you work with the nose, lips, and cupid's bow. Especially profile view. Any tips?
Hey! I’m so bad at explaining in my own language, I’m even worse at it in english. Hope this help you. Start with basic forms a-l-w-a-y-s. The lineart is the last step and the best your sketch is, the better the lineart will be. So don’t afraid to sketch and draw with messy-dynamic lines until you like what you see.