i did that before and i need to learn from it

All You Need to Do Is Ask

Commission for @konfuse: Franky learns what Robin did during her time de-aged in Film Z. 

One Piece 
Word count: 1266 

Commission info here

“Hey,” Franky said, ever-concentrating on his work even as Nami sidled up to him with a sly smile. “If this is about money—”

“It’s not, but if you’re giving any away, I’ll take it,” Nami said sweetly.

“You know I’m not!” Franky exclaimed. “What is it?”

“Did Robin keep that dress?”

“Dress?” Franky said, finally looking at her. “Uh, what dress? She doesn’t really wear dresses.”

An image of Robin with her hair up, a veil behind her head, and wearing a shimmering white gown flashed through Franky’s head. He smacked himself and looked at Nami expectantly, who gave him a strange look before saying, “The one from that island. Purple top, leopard-spotted bottom?”

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the times my son, harry james potter, was the sass king

  • there’s no need to call me ‘sir’, professor
  • it’s just, you can’t break an unbreakable vow. I’d worked that much out  for myself funnily enough.
  • wow, I wonder what it’d be like to have a difficult life 
  • whatcha fell ova for? I didn’t do it on purpose
  • the task is two days from now. really? I had no idea 
  • did you think we’d be staying in five-star hotels? finding a horcrux every other day?
  • but I am the chosen one
  • tell them I mean no harm. I’m sorry, professor. but I must not tell lies.
  • listening to the news! again? well, it changes every day, you see
  • yeah, you can have a word. good-bye
  • I know what day it is. well done. so you’ve finally learned the days of the week
  • just do what I did, harry! what, drop my wand?
  • an interview? what do you mean? I mean a reporter asked me questions and I answered them
  • It’s time you learned some respect! It’s time you earned it.
  • they stuff people’s heads down toilet the first day at Stonewall. Want to come upstairs and practice? no, thanks. The poor toilet’s never had anything as horrible as your head down it — it might be sick
  • Sure you can manage that broom, Potter?… Shame it doesn’t come with a parachute — in case you get too near a dementor. Pity you can’t attach an extra arm to yours, Malfoy. then it could catch the Snitch for you.
‘A Brand New Dawn’ The Complete Art - by whitebear-ofthe-watertribe

In celebration of me FINALLY finishing ‘A Brand New Dawn,’ I figured I’d post all the art I did for it in one master post for anyone who didn’t get to see it before :) This has been such an incredible journey; the process of writing the equivalent of a book, as well as learning how to do various digital art mediums, all in the last year, has really helped me to grow a lot. Part of me still wishes to do a sequel, but being in my last year of college leaves little time for frivolous things like sleeping and eating, let alone the many hours needed to do any writing justice. But maybe someday!

To my Readers, I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for your support. A huge thank you SO MUCH to everyone who sent in fanart for it! I still cry over them because WOW!! And to every single person who either commented on the fic itself or sent me personal messages, you are positively amazing! This process would’ve never seen completion without all your encouragement, so thank you for sticking with me through thick and thin and major hiatuses between cliffhanger chapters, until the very end (especially since that “end” took yet another hiatus of half a bloody year, haha). You are all incredible and very dear to my heart!

thebaehood  asked:

I need hcs on Yura asking Viktor for advice on how to be extra™ with his boyfriend

Oh my god can we just appreciate for a moment how much Yuri would have to psych himself up before asking Viktor for advice on how to be extra? But when he finally did, he’d be in for a hell of a ride. 

  • There is no way that Yura is getting away without at least three full pages of notes.
  • “Here’s the biggest thing, Yurio. If you only learn one thing from me, let it be this: go big or go home.”
  • Yura realizes what he’s gotten himself into when Viktor starts grilling him about Otabek’s sleep habits and eating schedule. “What do you mean, I have to make sure that I’m sleeping with him? We already sleep together! No, we will not be eating on gold plated silverware asshole, that’s going too far.” 
  • Okay so no goldware, but Victor does talk him into using plates coated in gold leaf and actual silverware for their anniversary the secret thing that Yuri refuses to tell him about
  • It’s almost as if there’s no limit to Viktor’s lack of personal space. “Pretend I’m Otabek. What would you say to me? No, that’s too plain. I thought you wanted to make him swoon?”
  • “That’s not what I–”
  • “Yura, listen to your father. Now, let’s try this again. Pretend I’m Otabek.”
  • By the time the lesson is over three 5 hour sessions later, Yuri has a new arsenal of Extra including but not limited to: 
  • the exact amount of pressure needed to keep a rose between your teeth without crushing it or stabbing yourself with thorns 
  • an actual psychologist’s recommendation on the color of lace he should wear to get Otabek going 
  • and the angle at which to hold his head so that the sexy-look-up-at-him-through-your-lashes look has maximum effect
  • (all methods have been tried and approved by Viktor Nikiforov, guaranteed 100% effectiveness on pain of Yuri’s wrath)
  • they work, even if Otabek is laughing the entire time
What I’ve learnt after my first semester of university

Now that I’ve had my first university exams and finished a semester, I wanted to reflect on what I’ve learnt and how I’m going to improve. 

  • Keep up with lecture notes from the beginning. I started a few weeks in and never quite managed to catch up
  • While making notes, combine lecture notes with information in textbooks
  • Actually make you understand the notes you’re writing up
  • Make quizzes on quizlet as you go along and not near the end a week before exams
  • Use quizlet on the train  
  • Bring a flask of tea more often to avoid the temptation of expensive hot drinks
  • 9am-5pm lectures are the worst. Especially on a Friday, but they are survivable
  • Go to more lecturers. Even if I did catch up the ones I missed and watch them online. It’s easier to understand the content after being there, taking some notes and listening
  • Aim to finish coursework at least several days before the deadline so there’s more time to proof read
  • Always start coursework before you need to because unavoidable things could happen or you might underestimate how long it’s going to take
  • Do the prereading, it’s fine if it’s just minimal and looking at the lecture slides. Better still, read a textbook chapter on a topic
  • Know exactly what’s going to be in exams and exactly what you need to know from the beginning
  • Plan rest days after coursework is due for motivation and to stop burnout. Just rest and do hobbies on these days 

I’ve been wanting to do an MTG fan comic for a while now, one where Arlinn Kord faces down Garruk. This is a test page I did trying to work on my work flow from digital pencils to traditional inks. I’m not super happy with it, I kind of rushed and a lot of it is pretty messy. That being said I learned a lot, probably most significantly that I need to nail my pencils down more before moving to inks, even though that’s kind of the part that I enjoy the most. 

Life works in a way that we can’t see at first glance. Why did this situation have to hurt? You’ve been damaged before, this is nothing new. You need to make mistakes. A whole fucking lot of them. You’ve been here before, I know you have. You treat someone wrong just to learn how to listen. When someone tells you that you’ve hurt them, damn it, you fucking did. I’ve seen my heart run dry, I’ve ran out of words to try and save us. They say that seeing is believing. I get it now. You don’t really know yourself, you don’t really love yourself– you just think you do. This is a poem for you, but it’s also very much for different versions of myself– or rather, this is being written from the many wasted years. When you’re a ghost town and in the middle of nowhere– any form of acceptance sounds beautiful. When you’re a shell of passion that you can’t recall, when you’re trying to create a better you– are you still the same fuck up if you ever get better? I still don’t know my own reflection. I still don’t understand myself. There is a dark veil slicing up my thoughts, some people call it depression. And fuck, it’s never sad. Nowadays, there’s always something missing. Like a love with no trust. Like going a whole day with just clouds. Like memories with blurry faces, I’m disconnected from reality sometimes. I say what I don’t mean and I’m hurting with no feelings. Life is a stranger we pass by everyday. Have we met before? Do you really love me? What do you like about me? Wait, before you speak. Maybe we’re the same. They say lovers eventually mirror one another. You don’t ask for much. Not for poetry. Not for art. Not for anything really… not even for love itself. You know… you only ask for one thing. Honesty. So when I read a text and don’t answer it like I used to, it doesn’t mean that I like you a little bit less than I did yesterday. So when I’m quiet and just stare into the phone, it doesn’t mean that you’re not interesting. So when you say that you love me back and I question what it is exactly that you love about me… it doesn’t mean that I don’t love you too… it just means we’ve got more time to figure us out.


films watched — the girl on the train (2016), dir. tate taylor

hi, i’m rachel, and… this is day one, i suppose. i’m here because i… because i woke up this morning covered in blood. and i had bruises all over my arm, and… it’s usually from when i’ve fallen and someone has helped me up. my husband… he used to tell me what i’d done the night before… and i learned that when you wake up like that, you just say you’re sorry. you just say that you’re sorry for what you did and you’re sorry for who you are and you’re never gonna do it again. but you do. you do it again. and there’s… time missing. i need to remember… i need to remember.


Warnings: Sad (I guess), some swearing

Pairing: Draco x reader

Word Count: 1600+

Summary: Draco decides between Y/N or Voldemort.

Requested: Nope

Originally posted by wontyoudieforlove

Only seconds ago you were told Harry was dead. Your best friend had been murdered and you had failed to save your brother, Harry Potter. Regardless, you knew he might die, but it didn’t hit you. You didn’t know it would hurt so much.

You never knew how to cry in style. With pearl-like drops rolling from your luminous eyes. You wanted to look as if you were on a Romantic novel cover your mother read in Savannah before Harry was born. That trip to Savannah made you smile. Why did you have to go, mom… dad, I need you. You wished you had learned; you wouldn’t have to hide in the bathroom or a dark closet to cry. You cried ugly tears of sorrowful remembrance for those you lost; always. This time you wouldn’t cry. You cried long enough, you were tired of crying. You had dirt on your face, sadness in your eyes, and pain in your heart. You didn’t want to stay strong when everything around you was seemingly falling apart. It was too hard. However, you did it for Harry, those who died. Voldemort lifted his arms in the air.

“Join us or die!” Voldemort yelled. You felt defeated, the chosen one has died, and you were nothing like Harry.

Your face wasn’t the only one with pain. Minerva looked down at you with sorrow. You could only wish to be as strong as her. She was the only person you looked up to. She showed bravery and strength that you never could. Even through tough times, she was strong. Never broke.

Voldemort waited for people to come, but nobody went. You spotted Lucius. You knew you should’ve never gotten involved with Draco, but you did. He was a bad idea, with a good face. You never liked his parents either, he knew that. They used Draco. Lucius’ face was terrified, he kept his stare at something… someone. You followed his gaze to Draco. Draco.

His father looked at him “Draco,” It was a fast matter, amplified by the walls around you. His father called to him. He held his arms out. Struck with fear, you turned back and looked at your lover. You shook your head no. He didn’t see you. If it was anyone that would break you, it would be him.  He couldn’t side with them. The person you love, who you shared everything with was considering this. It shook you with fear, you forgot about him during this war. Where he was, what happened, it was too much for a kid. Nonetheless, you were proud of yourself.

Hermione held your shoulder, she knew you would go after him. She knew you loved him, and she accepted that.

“Draco,” His mother said, her voice was sweet like candy “Come.” Yet she was so deceiving, they both were. That’s why Draco believed them, that’s why he grew up ignorant.

You broke each time you heard his name. His parents taught him wrong. You watched him struggle with his identity. He never dealt with pressure like they put on him. He was so ignorant and oblivious, yet he wasn’t. Pressure built behind his eyes, that’s when knowledge came and devastated.

You leaned into Hermione. Your head burrowed itself in the crook of her neck. “He can’t go, he can’t go, he can’t go,” you muttered to Hermione, she stroked your hair.  “It’ll be okay, ” she said quietly. “It’ll be okay.” She too lost faith in Draco, she trusted him with your heart, even though he always did her wrong. He made you happy. He slowly walked forward. Hermione shuddered as he walked, a single tear escaped your eyes. You turned back to look at him and wiped your eyes. Hermione still had you wrapped in her arms.

As he walked slowly your breath hitched, a screamed clawed at the back of your throat; trapped. It tore through your lungs. It ripped through you, it scratched your mouth and bit at your throat. “DRACO!” Your chest burned, it was the kind of scream that made your blood run cold, it was pain. It sounded like fear. A scream of hysteria and disbelief, bordering on terror. You pushed against Hermione, trying to run as she held you back.

“Don’t,” Hermione said, you should’ve listened but she let go anyway. You stumbled towards Draco in a fast paced run. You heard Voldemort and his followers laugh at you.

“DRACO!” You yelled again. You never really feel anyone’s pain, but your scream was close. It put every thought on hold and made everyone feel your agony. There wasn’t a soul 100 miles away that wouldn’t hear it and stop. He turned around as you flew into his arms. He grabbed onto you, he was trying to find strength. He held you in his arms for a moment, you took his face in your hand and you wiped the single tear that fell from his eyes. “Draco?” He wouldn’t look you in the eyes, he never did when he did something wrong. He never wanted to disappoint you. But he always did in the end.“Draco?” you whispered once again. Every word hurt you both more. He looked at you. His eyes were gray pools of fear. He did this to you. He gave you happiness and life, but just as easily he could take it away.

“Y/N?” His voice cracked. You smiled softly. You leaned into him more. This could be your last moment. His mother cursed at you. She didn’t like you either.

“You know what you’ve done.” His eyes saddened as you uttered that to him. He now realized what he’s done during the years. “To me… Harry… all of us. And out of all that, I still love you.”

You saw something in Draco no one saw, he was hurt and abused. You moved his hair from his face and wiped the dirt from his chin. “You’re gentle and passionate.” His lips trembled as you talked. “Misunderstood.” He grabbed onto your arm, harder. He was too weak, just a little boy who couldn’t handle the world “You are nothing but what your parents made you be, but I know you’re better. I know because I’ve stuck with you all this time. Five years. This isn’t you.” Draco believed you, this wasn’t him.

Voldemort scoffed. He insulted you, telling lies, beckoning him over. “Oh Draco, she isn’t worth your time.” He insulted. You looked over at him. He’s more evil in person, the stories don’t do him justice. You wanted to yell at him, curse him into oblivion, but that would get you one step closer to death.Draco whimpered as you looked at him again. “your humanity is still here.” you placed your index finger on his chest “It’s here. You can make the right choice. After all, you’re the boy who made all the wrong choices.” You knew it was enough, you knew he wouldn’t go.

“I love you.” He whispered. “I love you so, so much.” He brushed your hair out of your face.  

His lips found yours, they moved against yours fluently. It was different from any other kiss. It was needier, it was more emotional. You held onto to his collar as he kissed you harder. It wasn’t gentle. It was rough; passionate. You knew you had him. His hands held onto your waist pulling you more and more into him. Voldemort cackled.

“Love isn’t real, my friend.” You both ignored him.

His lips parted with yours. His touch lingered, “I love you,” He whispered again. You smiled against his lips.

“Make the right choice.”  You let go of each other. You stood there while moments of silence went by. You stared into his eyes, he wasn’t cold or mean. He was scared, but he could never admit it.

He looked upon what he had. He looked at the women he loved, at the people he betrayed. He knew you were right. Yet, he turned around and right in front of you hugged Voldemort. One foot in front of each other, he willingly walked to his parents. Right in front of you, he chose them, death eaters. He made you feel worthless. You were embarrassed by what he did to you. And yet again he made the wrong choice he would regret.

And for once Hermione was wrong it was not going to be okay. Harry was dead and your lover betrayed you. You cried.

Hermione tugged you back, you couldn’t believe it. You cried. “You son-of-bitch,” you whispered to yourself. “I loved you.” He locked eyes with you and looked down. He made his choice. Harry would’ve known what to do, but he was dead. Nothing worked out for the Potters. Ever.

Neville stood up to Voldemort. He is a far cry away from who he was in year one. But you zoned out what he said and kept your eyes on Harry, your brother. You wanted to believe Draco would come running back with Harry beside him, but it was never going to happen. “He’s not dead,” you whispered to yourself. Tears slipped from your eyes. You wiped them quickly and carelessly.“You’re not dead Harry. C’mon get up!” you whispered louder.

That moment was a blur. You looked over at Draco who had his eyes on you. And back at Harry. He was gone, out of Hagrid’s arms and on the ground. You looked over at Hermione and laughed. Draco threw him his wand. A smile lit up your face and you laughed. Tears flowed freely. You pointed your wand at one section of the crowd. They began to apparate.

“Sectumsempra!” you yelled.  Harry Potter is alive.

You ran back where Hermione with Ron was going.

“Y/N!” You whipped your head around. Draco?


State Of Emergency (Glenn Rhee Smut)

Summary: With the world changing so rapidly, it’s hard to know if the knock at your door is going to be your death, or your savior. This time it just happens to be a squishy cute pizza delivery man who was oblivious to it all. Someone you thought needed your help, but ultimate helped you more than anything. Helped you smile; helped you learn that maybe you could start to change your definition of okay. Smut.

(A/N: please see the end for more notes, because i’m upset and i’m going to blabber on waaay too much about Glenn. but i did start writing this, and had most of it written long before i got the most devastating news in the world last night. this is set pre-season one, very early on into the apocalypse, before society has dissolved and before Glenn meets any of the other characters from the show. and for this fic, warnings for: blood, gore, ‘killing’, violence, mentions of violence, alcohol use, drunkness, Glenn being adorable, smut, mild dominance, extreme dirty talk, swearing, and pretty much every no-no thing under the sun. i really hope you enjoy reading this. -Tanisha<3)

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Hello, hello, is anyone there?" 

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Help me! Help me, please!” Bang, bang. “God, please someone open the door!”

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Things I learned from The Torchwood Archive
  • Weevils are a disease?? maybe?? probably???
  • Tosh is the singular most intelligent AND selfless being on the entire planet period
  • TW leaders killing part of their staff is apparently quite common??
  • I need 3000% more KVI audio stories in my life (objectifying who’s objectifying i’m not objectifying anything or anyone ever!!)
  • Jack and Ianto had a dog named Untitled together and it never listened to a thing Jack said
  • the Committee was an invention of Queen Victoria because she wanted Torchwood to be challenged, only it got out of hand and whoops! countless planets were conquered and/or destroyed and mankind was at war for thousands of years, damn, talk about a big mistake.
  • one of the last things Jack did before turning into the Face of Boe was ordering the destruction of the Torchwood Archive, where the artificial version of himself and Ianto were basically living happily ever after btw (have been for tens of thousands of years in fact), and what comment did he make ordering that? ‘hm, should try romance again sometime’
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The amazing and talented @kauriart deigned to apply her artistry to create this mesmerising picture of Isheris, an OC that I haven’t introduced before, but means a lot to me. Thank you, She looks amazing!

(you can read more about Isehris in Before the Gates)

Codex: From the archives of the Hasmal Circle


I feel that it is my duty to vouch for the apprentice, Isehris, and to provide you with vital and mitigating context on her case.

I have known Isehris almost since she came to us and have taken a personal interest in her tutelage. It is often overlooked that the child was older than most when her training began. Indeed, she was almost entirely unlettered, having only had whatever unsavoury learning the streets of the elven alienage might offer. It is hard enough to school our elven apprentices out of the ways they learn among their people, but this girl did not even have the blessings of an elven family. Is it any wonder then, that her instruction here has been retarded by the need to instill discipline on a half-wild street urchin?

I would attest that her attainment thus far is testament to her talent rather than her inability to learn. For she has learned, often enough in order to spite me more than anything else.

[several lines have been written and crossed out]

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AU where Eren is a walking fashion nightmare and Levi is starting out trying to get his own label off the ground. Eren answers an ad Levi put out needing a model for BeyondWallMaria’s first catalogue, partly because he didn’t think modelling would be much work, plus Armin said it was a good idea, and partly because he really needed a job for the time being. 

And Eren, this kid, he shows up with ill fitting jeans and a really awful T-shirt, the kind that you get as a joke in your freshman year in high school because you and your mates thought it would be funny.

It wasn’t funny. In fact, it was so unfunny that Levi looked up from his work, looked at the trainwreck that was framed and backlit in the doorway of his beloved new shop, and muttered an aborted, “what the fu-”, before stopping himself. 

“Uh, I’m Eren, I’m here for that interview? About uh… modelling?” Eren begins, bashful and awkward, tugging at his hair nervously.

Levi pinches the bridge of his nose, and then stands up to appraise Eren, who has now nervously wandered further into the store, looking up and around in wonder. 

Levi squints, trying to block off the obnoxious orange of Eren’s shirt to look better at his face. Its a good face. The young man is pretty, and would skirt the borders of damn near beautiful if he weren’t wearing… whatever he was wearing. 

“Strip,” Levi says, brusque. 

“Wha-? Wait wait wait I thought I’d be modelling with clothes on,” begins Eren, alarmed.

“What? Of course,” Levi says, distracted, rummaging through his racks for something that would suit Eren’s frame. “I can’t look at you with that shirt and those jeans. I want to see how you look in actual clothes.” 

Eren blinks, then grins, amused at the short, angry, clothes-purist designer. So he strips. Levi looks up, arms full of clothing, and immediately squashes the thought that maybe he should make Eren model without clothes one, after all. Why on earth the young man chose to wear such terrible clothes that hid that sort of allure, well, Levi did not know. 

When Eren finally shimmied his way into dark, slim-cut pants and a loose shirt that draped around his collarbones, Levi was looking at him with a sort of smug satisfaction. 

“What? Does it look weird? I told Armin I wasn’t cut out for this,” he rushes, “I’m sorry if I wasted your time, Mr Ackerman,” 

Levi shuts him up with a wave of his hand, leaning forward to place a black, wide-brimmed hat on Eren’s head gently. Eren stills, surprised at the proximity, and his sudden view of freckles on a pale collarbone. Levi Ackerman smelled good, too. 

Levi regarded his new model, sitting quietly and draped in black and muted tones, the only high colour visible the blue-green of his eyes. Eren Jeager would do very well indeed as their model. 

“The photoshoot is next Monday; I’m having a friend help out, they own a studio. Can you make it?” Levi asks.

Eren nods, a smile appearing on his face as he realised he’d gotten the job. “I uh, I’ve never done this before, so thank you for giving me this chance, Mr Ackerman.”

“Levi will do. Eren, was it? I look forward to working with you.”

A few months later, BeyondWallMaria gets featured in the Scouts, on of Zhiganshina’s fashion magazines. Levi’s store gets a few new hands, and Petra and Gunther are always up for a chat or to trade insults, respectively. Eren slips in through the back to find Levi organising the stock room. 

“Levi, hey!” Eren says, grinning as he regards his now-boyfriend. Levi looks up, automatically pulling Eren close by his elbow and pressing his lips briefly against Eren’s. 

“You’re going to be late for your next job.” he murmurs, looking Eren up and down. 

“Your dressed nicely today,” Levi says, as though Eren wasn’t dressed head to toe in the clothes Levi had designed. 

“My boyfriend is a designer, you know,” Eren laughs, stooping down to kiss Levi one more time before he runs off. 

Everyone deserves the chance to march.

Hey guys! If you or someone you know lives in the DFW area in Texas, loves kids, and loves band:

I am currently trying to start a marching program for middle schoolers and high schoolers with learning and behavioral disabilities like autism. I have had difficulty find the support for this at my college, so I decided that I will be starting the program without faculty help. This means I need willing volunteers from high schools and colleges in the area who think they would be interested in helping lead sectionals and such for their instrument. If enough people can help, then I will be able to move forward with this idea and start making it a reality. I also need to know if you know people that would benefit from this program. I’m thinking of having a band with people who didn’t know how to play an instrument before, and then a group that did. So these don’t have to be band students, just students who seem interested in band/marching. You don’t need to name any names, but reblogging, replying, or messaging me with an age and the disorder of someone you think would be interested will help me keep count of how many people we could be helping. Please send me a message with your name, instrument, and a way I can contact you (facebook, email, etc) if you are interested or have any other questions! Help spread the word! :)

Imagine Ivar saving you from certain pain (Part two)

Work: III

I just did it, I wrote a second part on a Imagine a wrote a couple days ago. Still doubt my English sometimes but hey, have to learn it somewhere. Leave a comment, or if you have a request … maybe I can do that to. 

Part Ihttp://lordavanti.tumblr.com/post/156500463723/imagine-ivar-saving-you-from-certain-pain

Summary: After a whole week with Ivar you have to say him that you need to get back home. But first you go to have dinner with his brothers to prove him that you’re his.
Words: 1635

It was a week now since you met Ivar, since he saved you from those drunken men that tried to rape you. You never felt like this before. That whole night was a mix of fear, doubt and pleasure … pleasure you never felt before. You were alone with him, that whole night, with Ivar the Boneless and it felt like you were torn apart between two worlds. The world you know, were you where that farmers daughter traiding in Kattegat and the world were Ivar is taking you. A whole new world, full of pleasure, sensation and a whole lot of him. He proved you that he can please a woman and your first time was nothing to discribe into words. The whole week he kept you to himself, the whole week you were there with him in that little cabin. What he did to you, you still didn’t understood completly. But he maked you stronger, more fierce maybe and you didn’t want the feeling to stop. But you had to go back home, to your father and you were afraid of what Ivar had to say about that. He was very direct, persistent and he maked it quiet clear that you were his.

“Ivar.” You said one morning when you were braiding your hair in front of a broken little mirror. The little unsteady tone in your voice alarmed him right away. You could see him watching you from the bed, where he always was watching you. He gave you the feeling as if you were a princess, a goddess of some kind. You swallowed before you turned around on you seat and looked to those amazing blue eyes of his. “I need to go home.” You whispered. You stared at him because he said not a thing for several minuts. “Ivar?”
“Come here.” He demanded. You hardly had the time to finish you braid because of his demanding voice. You knew right away when he was serious, and this was that. You walked over to the bed, your braid still in one hand. He pulled you into his lape, not gently but harsh and you smiled a little because you had some harsh memories that had felt right in  the past week. He laid a hand in your neck, pulled you closer and pressed his lips against yours in a hungry strong kiss. Your hand left the braid for what it was and wrapped your arms over his shoulders togheter. You felt it all again, the heat in your body, the sensation, the shiverings down your spine. His lips left yours, traveled down to your neck and even that you had clothes on, he finds a spot of bare skin on your breast. He bited softly and a little moan escaped your mouth. “Your mine.” He said as if he was afraid you would vanish into air. You hand cupped his face, pulled his bleu eye back to yours.
“I’m yours, why are you so afraid of that?” You asked while gently pressed a kiss on his lips.
“Because somebody will notice you someday and than you will walk away.” He replied. It was the first honest direct answer you had in a whole week.
“And what if I don’t want to walk away?”
“I’m a cripple.” He said defensive. And that was it, the whole protective mood of his came from this, because he was a cripple.
“Your not a cripple, not for me.” You wispered encouraging. Could another men do what he did last week … probably not. “What do I need to do to prove that?” 
“Having dinner with me and my brothers.” He said without a doubt. You felt silent for a moment. He was looking at you, a little carefull maybe. In that whole week you never saw him as unsteady as now.
“I have dinner with you and your brothers.” You agreed. He smiled and you smiled back. “I’m yours, I will prove that. But I need to go home Ivar, I have a father who waits on me.” You almost begged him as your fingertops run over his jawline.
“You can go, as long as you promise to come back.” He said softly. You nodded. He brought his hands up and finished your braid.
“I’m glad you saved me.”
“I’m glad I watched you that whole month y/n.” He replied with that cocky smile of his.

Having dinner with his brothers maked you nervous. You had seen them from a distant but neighter of them had an idea about you and Ivar. You were standing before the great hall, taking some fresh air before stepping in. The first one you saw was Ubbe with his brother Hvestirk beside him. He saw you and he immediately came to you, fully impressed over your dress and braids. “By all the Gods, you are made to be a princess. Who may you be?” Ubbe smiled at you, his gaze all over you.
“Are you lost?” Asked Hvestirk who came joining his brother and offered you a drink.
“Brothers.” You recognized the voice and it brought a little smile on your face. “You shouldn’t terrorize the girl.” Ivar said while he was pulling his body up to a chair.
“What do you know about terrorizing woman.” Sigurd laughed.
“He knows all about terrorizing me.” You said looking between Ivar and the other brothers. Ubbe looked at you as if you said something impossible before he turns to Ivar.
“Don’t be so shocked brother, you think every girl is yours to take?” Ivar asked with a cocky confident smile.
“I would take her.” Pointed Hvestirk out, his eyes moving over your body.
“Y/n.” Ivar said. You nodded to the two boys and walked over to the table were Sigurd was standing, staring. Ivar pulled you on his lape and you shyly bite your lip before kissing him with all his brothers watching.

“So y/n, why didn’t I see you before in Kattegat?” Ubbe asked a little after dinner. It wasn’t akward or something, the whole dinner felt kinda right. Hvestirk was hitting on you, trying everything to keep your attention away from Ivar … what failed. And Sigurd … he was envious of you and Ivar. Ubbe smiled the whole time, glad his brother found someone, but he tried some things to. They were boys, you couldn’t blame them for trying. Ivar on the other hand, he was as protective like a mother was over her kid.
“I don’t live here, I’m a farmers daughter.” You replied polite.
“So this is temporarily?” Sigurd asked right away. You looked to Ivar who sat beside you, following his agry eyes towards his brothers.
“They do that all the time.” Ubbe said, moving a little closer to you.
“Maybe I’m thinking of moving her.” You said looking sideways to Ivar. His eyebrows lifted up and he looked at you, supriced. “I’m yours, remember.” You smiled right after. You did it to get Sigurd of his back. But maybe … why not?

Ubbe walked you to your horse, what they give you to travel back home. You had to go home but you didn’t want it. “I’m glad he has you y/n.” He began. Ubbe was so kind to escort you on the road back to Kattegat from the cabin were you where staying past month.
“I know he’s angry a lot, sometimes he terrifies me because I don’t know what he wants or thinks,” You felt silent for a moment.
“He will do you no harm if that’s what you think.”
“Why not?” You asked. Ubbe was kind, he looked out for Ivar and you liked that about him. So you trusted him, trusted his advice.
“The way he looks at you.” Ubbe smiled. You came around the corner before the great Hall where a horse was standing. Ivar was sitting on the steps before, watching his brother with that angry look of his.
“Thank you.”
“I hope to see you again soon y/n, your welcome in our home.” He nodded before entering the great Hall. You turned to Ivar who was looking in the distance. You sat down beside him and stared in the same direction as he was starring.
“I missed you tonight.” You wispered. He didn’t moved, just keep staring. “Ivar.” 
“When will you come back?” He asked.
“As soon as I can.” You replied directly. He looked at you, his eyes hard and distant. “I’ll come back.” You promised him.
“Good, because I wanna marry you and take you with me on raids.”
“What?” He totally was catching you off guard with that one.
“Witch part you don’t understand, the first, the last or the part were I’m saying that your mine?” He asked with a soft dominant grin on his face.
“Marry? Raids? I can’t even hold a shield without dropping down.” You reacted right away. He chuckled.
“Than I suggest you come back really fast.” He wispered back before pulling you closer, pressing his lips on yours while his hand traveled up your leg under your skirt.
“Ivar.” You laughed pulling his hand away before you felt that warm sensation again and certainly didn’t want to leave.
“I will be waiting on you, if you don’t come, …” He pressed your upper body down to the stairs without fully breaking any contact with his lips.
“What than?” You wispered in his ear. The tingling sensation of his lips agains your neck were making you go crazy again and for that moment it doesn’t mattered that there were people starring.
“You don’t wanna find out y/n.” He replied against your skin.
“I’m not scared of you Ivar.” You said softly. He pulled his head back and looked at you, tucking a lose hair behind your ear.
“You should be.”

Elorcan Werewolf AU Part 4

Summary: Some Lory and Elide bonding time in the purely platonic sense before hit shits the fan in the next part.

I apologize if I put you to sleep. I’m in dire need of sleep myself.

                                                  Six months later

Having Lory around almost fulfilled the absence of her pack. The dog was a menace to anyone she invited over, and Elide learned the hard way to not invite her business interests or corporate companions over.

Today, mercifully, was her day off. She was lazily sprawled across the couch, scrolling through all the romantic puns on twitter in event of Valentine’s day.

Aelin: I want to burn my mate’s nonexistent dick off.

Manon: No amount of magic could enlarge an already dead thing.

Rowan: You don’t hear my other consorts complaining.

Aelin: Mmhmm. Why am I wasting time on you when I should be preparing for my date my boyfriend’s holding?

Rowan: Since when do you have a boyfriend?

Chaol: Since you failed your mate.

Elide rolled her eyes. Manon had informed her later on that Aelin had paid Chaol, her past ex, to keep up the facade of the fake boyfriend to see if Rowan did indeed care about her. The only response she’d gotten was Rowan leaving the Fireheart Pack and storming back to the castle where the Princess Remelle awaited.

Aelin had decided to reject Rowan tomorrow, Valentine’s day.

“I hate the moon goddess,” Elide moaned. “She paired me and Aelin with the worst.”

Lory lifted his head off the mattress, and scooted closer to her toes. Elide snuggled into the animal’s warmth, stroking his head.

“I mean, why do we have to be paired with unfaithful males? I want someone who will prove their love to me, but also someone who had proved their love to me.” The dog jumped up onto the couch, snorting as Elide popped off the couch. He was so large that Elide wanted to check if he was overweight, but Lory had refused to go to the vet’s.

Letting out a sigh, Elide stroked Lory’s soft head. It took awhile for the beast to get used to Elide constantly petting him, but a few days later, all he did was demand attention, even when she was on a phone conference. When one client even asked for a date at the end, Lorcan had knocked her couch over.

Needless to say, she didn’t get the date.

But Elide was determined to go out on a date tomorrow. She deserved a chance at love. No mate was going to stop her.

Lory let out a huff, placing a massive paw on her thigh. Almost as he were urging her to continue.

“His name is Lorcan,” Elide said, looking out the window. “He’s a Lycan. And apparently my mate. It’s weird, because he’s apparently almost as old as Manon. Isn’t it cradle-robbing?”

Lory let out a low growl, his ears twitching back. As if he disagreed.

“Anyways, if he really treasured a mate, he would have waited for her. Like I waited for mine. Only to find out that I wasn’t going to be his first. Ridiculous, isn’t it? Why am I still hung up over this?”

Lory gave her a stink eye that might as well said you should be hung up over this.

Elide heaved a giant sigh. “He’s probably at some she-wolf’s house right now.”

Lory let out a disgruntled snort, placing his snout directly between her breasts. Elide let out a squeak as the animal licked her collarbone, and snuggled against her. Five seconds later, when Elide started scratching the fur along his neck, a giant purr erupted from his throat.

Elide let out a screech in surprise, and slid out from under male. Lory let out a discontented growl, and jumped off the couch, pacing in circles around her.

“Sometimes you really confuse me,” Elide said. She dusted off her jeans and headed to the closet. She needed to get ready for her blind date tomorrow Aelin had set her up for.

Elide slammed her fists against her work table, and rubbed her eyes. All the types of diseases were blurring her eyes, and she couldn’t even differentiate between the two main parasite branches of the mermaid currents.

Lory lifted off of his haunches and then placed his paws onto her knees. He rubbed his maw against her, repeating the motion. She loosed a breath, and closed her eyes. Instead of choosing a dress, she’d ended up studying her notes for her aquatic parasitic exam in three days.

“I don’t even know how I’m going to get a 100%!” Elide rolled off the chair and onto the floor. Lory immediately pounced onto her, settling himself over her prone form. She let out a giggle as Lory started licking her face, his tail wagging vigorously. She itched his ears, a satisfied sound emerging from Lory’s throat. “It’s sad. Valentine’s day is less than three hours away and I’m studying.”

Lory let out a noise that oddly sounded like a confirmation, but remained lying on top of her.

Elide lazily glanced at her open closet, staring at the hanging dresses. She only had one dress that wasn’t business related, and it was a provocative, short, and skimpy, her breasts nearly spilling out of the thin material. Manon had sent it to her a week ago, and Elide had immediately shoved it into the back corner of her closet.

Lory followed her line of vision and let out a questioning bark. Elide smiled and scratched his head reassuringly.

“I’m going to go to the grocery store. You seem to have a penchant for raw food. Be a good boy and I’ll buy you some.”

Lory let out a yip, and bounded off of Elide, galloping to the front door. He swerved to avoid knocking down the clay vase she had bought a day ago, and she crossed her arms, smiling fondly down at the animal that had become so essential to her life.

Elide opened the door and watched the animal bound towards the forest. She knew it wasn’t healthy to keep a large dog like Lory inside all day, so she had let him run loose for hours a day, trusting him to return.

He always did.

As soon as she pulled up along the gravel, Lory shot from the trees, bounding towards her and barking merrily. She smiled, and lifted the trunk open. Lory dutifully gathered the ends of the plastic bag in his mouth and carried the groceries inside.

Elide gathered the rest and slammed the trunk close. She was lucky that Ansel’s Assortment Store was open 24/7, even though the cashier hadn’t been happy to see her at 11:30 pm.

Elide glided up the porch and pushed passed the door. Lory was already pushing the containers of food out of the bags with his jaws. She smiled at her companion. She couldn’t imagine a life without him now. Maybe she didn’t need a mate nor a male if she had Lory. She started to realize she preferred things that didn’t talk and that she didn’t mind the silence the cabin gave her.

In fact, when Manon had visited once, the only sound that had pierced the house was the wind blasting down the chimney and slamming against her windows, so she’d nicknamed her cabin the House of Wind. Lory had always demanded to go out for his runs in the woods whenever company came over, and she’d come to realize that her dog was as much as a hermit as she.

She set the foodstuff in their respective positions, and took the packaged raw meat out of its syringe wrap. “Here you go, Lory.”

Lory wagged his tail in anticipation as she lowered the container to the floor. Her canine companion merely looked up at her as she washed her hands. “What is it?”

Lory moved away from the meat and brushed his nose against the bucket full of plums. He nudged it to her, rolling the fruit out onto the floor. Elide blinked. “Do you want me to eat, too?”

Lory nodded and pawed the plum near her feet closer. Grinning, Elide plucked it off the floor and rinsed it in the sink. Lory watched her the entire time and didn’t touch his own raw meat until Elide took her second bite. She ruffled his head as her greedily finished the remains of his food within record timing.

By the time they had finished, Elide had collapsed on her bed, Lory curled up at her feet. She smiled fondly at her companion, grateful that he had come into her life. Even though she had to buy a new bed that could stand his weight, she wouldn’t replace him with anything.

Elide yawned, and flopped over the bed. Her eyes widened and she hopped off the bed, not noticing Lory anywhere. As much as he hated to admit, she loved the animal’s warmth and security he seemed to bring.

Her clock drearily blared 8:00. Her date was supposed to pick her up at 9:00, for Hellas’s sake.

She quickly showered and scrubbed her teeth and face. Slipping into her slippers, she cursed Manon as she slipped into the black dress. After a moment’s thought, she tossed on a ruby red blazer that draped past her knees and switched her slippers with black flats.

As she moodily tromped down the stairs for single’s awareness day, she spotted Lory eagerly panting at the bottom. He cocked his head as his eyes swept past her outfit, and a growl rose from his throat. Elide patted his head, and immediately stacked his food bowl. “Didn’t you eat around midnight last night?”

When she set the plate down, Lory refused to touch it, and clawed the edges of her blazer. Elide tried to unhook his abnormally large claw away from her blazer, but instead shrugged off the material, the sound of cloth ripping as her cover fell to the floor.

Lory let out a loud howl as he stared at the dress she was wearing. Elide immediately felt self-conscious and tugged the material down. “What?” she snapped. Seriously, was her dog bullying her into what to wear?

Lory closed his eyes and stared at the ceiling for twenty long seconds. When Elide was about to move to the pantry, Lory wagged his tail and bolted down the foyer. Smiling, she chased after her dog, and nearly slammed into the door as he abruptly stopped.

There, on the middle of her carpet, Lory had ripped open her bag of candied, valentine hearts. Her canine companion had laid out the pink hearts in an own heart formation with the candied enscript of be mine in the middle. The other colors dotted around the room in mini hearts and swirls, ribbons torn from the plastic bags hanging near the windows.

Lory blinked up at her.

A sob wrecked itself out of Elide and she rushed for Lory, burying her head into his chest. Lory let out a content noise and buried his own snout into her head, his tongue licking her neck.

“I’m yours.” Elide smiled faintly. “I love you, Lory.”

The doorbell rang.


More done on the shoulders, sword, hand and axe. If it doesn’t look finished or polished, assume I haven’t touched it, or haven’t moved on to that particular detail.
Some bits simply require me to do at the end, like jewels and certain golds and such because I need to get a sense of the colour balance before I can do that.
Really pushing my technique as hard as I can with this model, and there are a lot of styles I’ve never done before as well as the size of the details, but every second is worth it. I’m learning more from this model than I’ve learned from everything I did in the majority of 2016, I feel.

Nick Robinson - Kick ass


“Please, please, please, I really need to learn some kick ass moves and you are the only one who can help me!” Nick begged through the phone for about the sixteenth time that week. He wanted me to teach him some kicks and stuff because he was casted as Ben Parish for the new movie, The 5th Wave and wanted to improve his fighting skills before the filming started. My father taught me how to fight when I was a little and I had three older brothers who I was always fighting with, so I knew one or two things about how to kick someone’s ass.

“Nick, they will teach you the moves, you don’t need extra lessons from me,” I rolled my eyes turning a page in my History book I was trying to read, but my phone kept distracting me from it.

“I do! I have never did anything like this, I don’t want to seem unprofessional. Please, Y/N, just one afternoon.”

I sighed knowing he wouldn’t give up until I say yes. I watched at my calendar seeing that the rest of the week was kind of full with my practices and extra lessons and the filming was about to start on Sunday.

“I’m free today,” I said and then heard him shout a loud “YES!” in response to my answer.

“Okay, to be honest, I’m already on my way to your place, so ten minutes and I’m there,” he said making me raise my eyebrows.

“How did you know I would say yes eventually?”

“Y/N, please, I know you. Also, I didn’t know, I wanted to knock on your door until you say yes.”

I laughed at him and then just ended the call. I put away all my books knowing I would be able to study more that day and in exact ten minutes Nick arrived to my house.

We were friends since we met at a casting about five years before. He didn’t get the role he went for, but I got in. On the other hand, my acting career came to an end there, I realized I didn’t want to do this, but he became a well-known actor since then and I was proud to be his friend.

The doorbell rang and I run down to open it. Nick was waiting for me there in a pair of dark jeans and a plain, grey T-shirt. I couldn’t help but take a deep breath seeing his causal but hot look. I couldn’t deny that I was attracted to him. He was tall, handsome and just awesome, but I knew that thousands of other girls found him hot since he became a star and that some of them were way more beautiful than me, so I was just kind of silently admiring him all the time.

“Hey,” he smiled at me giving me a quick hug that reminded me how much taller he was than me.

We walked out into the backyard where I already set up a few mats we could practice on.

“Okay, so what do you want to know?” I asked as we stood at the middle.

“Everything. I want to be like… Like you were when you fought with that creepy girl in the gym.”

He only saw me fighting a few times, when he came to the gym while I was practicing, but he was always impressed how easily I could kick anyone out in minutes.

I sighed nodding my head and then we started with the basic things. I showed him the stuff my dad showed me when I was younger. I taught him how to defend himself and how to hit with his fist in the proper way.

“I’m scared I’ll hit you,” he sighed when I told him to try to hit my face.
“Oh, that’s sweet, you think you can actually hit me?” I chuckled. He wasn’t that bad, but there was no way he would be able to win against me.

“Hey, don’t underestimate me!” he protested. “What if I’m just pretending to be bad and am actually a karate master?” he asked arching an eyebrow at me.

“Then let’s see it. Why don’t we have a fight? If you are that great, I’m sure you can win,” I challenged and I could see that he wasn’t really into my idea, but nodded anyway. He just didn’t want to look like a chicken.

We took our positions and when I nodded the fight had started. Needless to say, that it took be about half a minute to take him down and win the fight. I was holding his hands back and kept him in place by placing one of my hands to his chest pressing it down. Our faces were dangerously close and I felt my heart starting to beat really fast.

“See? I told you I would win,” I whispered gulping hard. He stared into my eyes for a long moment and I was just about to let go of him when suddenly, with one perfect move he turned us over, so now I was on the ground and he was pinning me down. I gasped in surprise and I was ready to hear him brag about how he turned us over, but then he crashed his lips to mine surprising me for the second time within a few seconds.

We kissed for a few long moments, his hands were on my waist and I put my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me. But then we both pulled away trying to catch our breaths.

“Is this something you would do in a fight?” I joked chuckling lightly. He smiled at me shaking his head.

“No. This is something I have wanted to do in a long time,” he admitted making me blush immediately. “And I think it was the perfect ending of our fight,” he added grinning at me.




Next in the ‘do a bust shot for the Voltron children cause they’re beautiful’ is Keith  the problem babe. – more in line with keeping style tho. Remebered I had a pen I loved to use so I spammed the shit outta that.

Tho my attempts at trying to keep the style simple failed when I did the eyes cause oops. – also extra text that didn’t make the final cut.

I haven’t done a full colored piece in months so I need to be able to do them proper before trying commissions else I’ll just work for 8h on something and hate it and start over.


But yeah. I hope you’re doing alright today. Take a break, some time to stretch, eat and drink if you gotta <3 Take care of yourselves like the Paladin’s would want you too.

Tips for GCSE’s/Year 11′s

I did my GCSE exams last year so I know exactly the stress and pressure that is being put on you right from so, I have come up with tips/reassurance for what is ahead of you! 

1. Sleep matters - what most people forget is sleep is much more important than that A in physics.The brain replenishes whilst your sleep  and it is a muscle and like any other muscle in your body, it needs its rest. 

2. Revise before you go to sleep - I did this and this is one of the reasons why I passed biology. I read somewhere (cannot remember where, sorry!) that the information you learn before you go to sleep flows into your long-term memory better. So, if you have important dates for history or you need to remember other important stuff then do it before you go to sleep! Put your phone to the side to charge or whatever and get your notes/textbook out and read! Also, saying the stuff I need to remember out loud helps me with remembering it better. 

3. W.A.T.E.R - some people forget to drink water. It has so many benefits; improves your mood, gives you energy, gives you clear skin. But,you will just go to pee like every half hour. 

4. If you fail an exam, it not the end of the world - my teachers acted as if GCSE’S are a button that if i press (fail an exam) the button, I will destruct the world (my life). However, that is definitely not the case. I personally failed maths twice and I’m retaking it again this year. It is honestly no biggie if you fail an exam. Just learn from your mistakes then go back and redo them until you get them right! 

5. You will have to sacrifice something if you want an A - this did not personally affect me because I prefer staying inside anyway so I didn’t lose out on my social life. However, for those who love to go out a lot and you want perfect grades then sorry to break it to you but if you want those A’s, you gotta sacrifice your social life. BUT. It is not forever - once your exams are over, you will have two months to grab KFC at 10pm and go for walks at 2am by the beach. 

6. You won’t be motivated Every day - it’s okay to skip a day of revision. It’s okay to skip an hour of doing a past paper. You’re human and you too need rest. Just make sure you do not procrastinate on Tumblr, facebook, Instagram or snapchat.  

7. Relax - I was the biggest bundle of stress last year. Reflecting back on it, I can see there was nothing to be stressed about. My revision paid off and now I’m here studying subjects I enjoy at A-level. 

Last note - please don’t beat yourself about getting an A because the course you want to do at A-level or college or Uni requires you to have an A. Most of the time, subject leaders pick students who do not meet the requirements based on their academic achievements throughout year 11. Also, please DO NOT MESS AROUND IN CLASS. USE YOUR TIME WISELY OR YOU WILL REGRET IT.