i had to upload this three times

Helena (3D Vocals)
  • Helena (3D Vocals)
  • My Chemical Romance


Aaaalright! Finally, it’s been ages since I uploaded a new audio edit,
But, this time, I’m keeping things a little bit simple because I had no time to upload things, because 2016 is such a busy year for me.

So here it is, Helena with only Gerard’s vocals in 3D!
It’s like ASMR but… idk close enough hah


Birthday Wishes (m)

Word Count: 6,309

Warning: Taehyung Smut

“Fucking great.”

You throw the card you’d been reading down onto the round metal table before you, glancing over it once more. The picture on the front is that of a city, the name written in italic in the top right corner. She hadn’t even tried to personalize the picture for you, nor the letter that is nothing more than a bad excuse.

“Do you want another cup o’ coffee?”

You raise your head up to the server, and answer his question with a nod accompanied by a bitter smile. “Yeah.”

He looks at you with a square smile, then takes your empty cup.

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A supposed Titan-Pokemon series tied to this Beast Boy and Ditto art I did last year that I’m scrapping and starting over some other time.

These are old and I literally had to redo Robin’s and Starfire’s part three and four times respectively to satisfy myself. I’m incredibly annoyed by it and this TTG! chibi style just ain’t cutting it for me anymore to continue Cyborg’s part and have to make it look the same. Again, these are old, I can’t do that. (Notice how Robin is not so chibi because I had finished him latest.)

But here, I’m uploading these anyway because I know some of you were looking forward to these. Just… take them.

A Real Date

Dean Winchester x Reader

1850 Words

Summary: After Dean had been gone for a hunt, he surprises you with a date. But as usual, things don’t go as planned.

Author’s Note: This is something I had written quite a while ago, and finally decided to upload. Maybe not my best writing, but…

Music echoed off the walls of the bunker, loud pop type music that usually never played in the bunker. Dean hated that type of music, so the only time you played it was when you were in the bunker, alone, doing research. The boys had left three days ago, on a routine salt and burn hunt. You had stayed back, helping them with research when they called. The rest of the time was spent cleaning (the boys weren’t the cleanest people in the world,) baking in the antique kitchen, watching movies, and dancing in your underwear.

It was the third day they had been gone, and you were really starting to miss your boyfriend of six months, Dean Winchester. He and his brother, Sam, were regulars at the diner you used to work at. That was until a Demon decided to mess with it. They killed the Demon, and offered you a chance to stay with them, learning to hunt, and giving you the opportunity to fall hard and fast for a certain green eyed hunter. It was the best decision you had ever made.

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day three of @beyondthebridge‘s 12 days of christmas

It takes barely a second;

Aaron says I love you, please just go. 

Robert refuses, denies, can’t think about doing so. He doesn’t know when things changed, doesn’t even remember slipping from nothing to me to i’d die here with you. It’s a natural progression. A beat. Barely a skip of his pulse. Aaron’s become everything, becomes it

Robert can’t leave, won’t leave. He dives underwater, Aaron still trapped. It feels like an exercise in futility to keep trying. Robert does anyway because it’s the only thing he can do. 

It takes barely a second;

He comes up for air, pauses. 

His lungs scream, his chest aches, he can’t do this for much longer, but.

Aaron needs him to keep going. Trapped and vulnerable, Aaron’s not even trying anymore so Robert has to. The alternative scares Robert. Aaron will die, and then Robert will die too. Maybe not right away, maybe he’ll even fake it, but he’ll die. Without Aaron -

It takes barely a second; 

Robert dives back underwater, tears at the steering column and thinks please, whoever’s listening, please. He’s not the praying kind of guy, not really, but in this he can make an exception. For Aaron, he’ll always make an exception. 

It takes barely a second;

The steering column gives.

About Cosplay

Real quick, before I go completely MIA, I want to share something you probably would’ve have known if you haven’t seen my DA, that being my first full cosplay, of Sans. I had forgotten to post about it when I started uploading my Undertale art, so I guess now’s as good a time as any. So, if you have the time, I want to tell you about and show you the process.

First off, I live near the Phoenix area in Arizona, so I’ve been to Saboten Con (when it was still around) and twice to Phoenix ComiCon. First time was probably two or three years ago. Back then it wasn’t nearly as expanded as it is now. Last time I went, I was barely in costume, if at all, but I had wanted to create a full cosplay. At first I wanted to be a Pokemon trainer, but it fell by the wayside. After some time, I took on the endeavor of creating a Sans cosplay. 

I started this cosplay in December of last year. This was the first iteration of the foam mask, back when I hadn’t quite gotten the hang of my drawing style for Sans. Looking back, it’s pretty fugly to me, but ya know, it was very early in, before I had gotten a grasp on what I was doing.

I had actually struggled to make the base underneath the face. It took looking up a fursuit tutorial on YouTube for me to realize, “Oh! That’s how you do it!” The black cloth in the sockets here was temporary while I worked on them. The teeth also got majorly redone later on. 

And here’s my cat Milo chillin’ out on the scraps. Just thought I’d throw that in too.

Here, I had realized that he needed a bit of a subtle brow ridge that most skeletons have. Plus, while the temporary cloth was out, seeing it placed perfectly over my tablet’s blue light, I had to take a picture. 

I was also figuring out the temples and realized they were a bit anatomically incorrect. The mouth was going through a redesign as well. Meaning I had to cut out the teeth that were already there and start over.

Then, the new semester started and I was feeling pretty demotivated to work on it. I did work a bit on it here and there, but it mostly sat in one corner of my desk, unfinished. After the passing of my grandma, I almost couldn’t bring myself to work on it. It sat unfinished even longer. But once the semester started coming to a close and I heard Phoenix ComiCon was coming up, I had the urge to pick it up again. After a metric ton of cutting, trimming, gluing, and trimming again, this was the result:

At this point, I was getting more and more excited about actually seeing it finished. I constantly reminded myself of how proud my grandma would be of me, since I was able to show her the earlier stages before her passing. I’m still sad I’ll never get to show her the completed piece, but I hammer it into myself that she would be immensely happy for me. Anyway, the jacket shown here, turned out to be a darker shade of blue than what I was going for. When I searched up Sans’s in-game sprite, it turned out I needed a lighter shade of blue, so I ordered one off of Amazon after seeing a blog page linking to ideal pieces for a Sans cosplay. I kept the original jacket, since it does get cold in Arizona during the brief winter season.

After this stage, I did a bunch of running around, much to my parents’ expense since I can’t drive, finding a bunch of other materials, such as polyester padding, a white medium shirt to put over the padding, black and white fabric for the pants, tights and polyester cloth for the leggings, black opera-length gloves, white and black fabric paint, polyester clay, grey fleece for the jacket hoodie, a pair of fresh socks that stretch above the ankles, a pair of perfectly pink fuzzy slippers from Sears, wood filler, sandpaper, LED lights, batteries for said lights… Whoo! Okay, yeah. Bottom line, I got a crap ton of stuff.

For the padding, I sewed a pair of old shirts together, one inside the other, and stuffed the padding in between, around my whole middle, and in the shoulders, to give Sans his shallow, stout look. That all took me under a few hours to figure out and put together. After that, I believe, I made the shorts using a pair of existing shorts as a template. They were a bit saggy in the crotch area, but they worked nicely, especially when fitting them over the padding. I also did the hand bones, using the gloves, fabric paint, and polymer clay bones, which I hot glued onto the top of the gloves. Wearing them was also a bit weird. I couldn’t close my fist all the way, but they worked all right.

Not pictured here was the fabric paint on the palm side. Unfortunately, I had to constantly reinforce the glue to keep the bones from popping off. Polymer, as I realized too late, doesn’t like sticking to glue very much, especially with hands that need to be used. Very unfortunately, my fears came true and two of the finger bones popped off during a panel I went to. Lesson learned. This is one baby I have to kill. I’ll go back and completely redo the hands in a different way. They may not be entirely anatomically accurate, but they’ll function. At least the old ones, which I’ve thrown into the garbage, looked cool. They had a nice dimension and were fun to look at.

So, after that, I covered the mask in paper mache (which I forgot to take a picture of. Sorry.) and started laying on the wood filler for the mask.

The wood filler was pretty nice to work with, as it allowed for additional sculpting I couldn’t do with the foam. At this point, Con was coming up fast and I was running out of time. I needed to start sanding. Much to my frustration, it was taking forever. I had left many spots unsanded where the filler didn’t quite stick. It was especially noticeable when I started laying on the gesso. Mom was trying to help me realize that the cosplay may not be complete in time and that I should take more time to work on it and just not go in costume. I hated admitting even to myself that she had a point. I refused to believe I couldn’t do it. I wanted to feel like I had accomplished something by finishing this sucker in time for Con. I was already frustrated at the shoddy work and I stormed into my room (I had been working for hours on end in hot weather just outside the house, doing nothing but sanding and laying on gesso). 

I had the biggest fit of my life. Tears streamed down my face. I cried and moaned and even screamed. I pounded my bed like an enraged monkey. All these revelations were going through my head during my fit. Then I thought, why not fill the patchy spots with more wood filler, even over the gesso? I had clearly skimped on it anyway. Once my fit was over, I went right back to work with my idea. It worked. After all the patches were filled, I went back to sanding. I filled where I needed to and sanded again until it was all smooth. I accepted that I wouldn’t get it done before Con started and that I’d miss the Undertale meetup, which, yeah, I did miss it.

I spent the next day at Con, taking pictures, marveling at the more impressive costumes and squeed anytime I saw a fellow Undertale cosplayer. I even came across two young ladies dressed as gender-bent Sans and Papyrus. The Papyrus cosplayer was awesome enough to do the voice when I asked if I could take their picture. That, by the way, is something I appreciate with cosplayers, when they not only dress up as a fun character but play the role as well. It really enriches the experience for me.

Later I went to the exhibition hall and stood in line to see renonwed comic artist George Perez. Needless to say, standing in line wasn’t very fun, but I had brought a few prints of my work with me and was determined to have him evaluate it. Seeing him draw and interacting with the fans was definitely a treat. He had such an energy about him that was very infectious. He had a clear love for his work and his fans that he is capable of staying at his booth for hours on end and very rarely take a break. Eventually, I and my sister, who was also there to get her portfolio evaluated, approached him. Sadly, because of how many people were in line to see him, he couldn’t evaluate our portfolios, but he was very nice about it and directed us to another great comic artist named Tony Parker, who I hadn’t heard of until then. He gave me some very good pointers about pushing a character’s pose and about visual flow when it came to comics. Some of what he had to say I had already sort of known, but it was more than valuable hearing his professional opinion. By that time, my feet were screaming at me and we went home.

Over the next couple days, I went back to finishing my cosplay. I worked on the leggings by cutting out some leg bone shapes out of polyester fabric and hand sewed them straight onto the tights as I wore them. Yes, I did poke myself a number of times. I also had to bend over pretty far to reach around my shins and down to my ankles. On top of that, I had gotten back to sanding the mask and spent the rest of the day laying on several coats of gesso. While waiting for the gesso to dry, I went out and bought the slippers I needed. Once the leggings were done, I finished the gesso and painted the inside of the eyesockets black to minimize light reflection. I then painted the little wrinkles under the eyes and the teeth details. After that, I hot glued the once temporary black fabric into the inner edges of the eyesockets and the nose hole. The LEDs I left for absolute last. These were crucial to the entire look. I mean, obviously. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time or the technical know-how for a complex wiring hook-up, so I stuck the LEDs onto two button batteries with black electric tape and then placed them behind the eyesocket fabric using more tape. I also taped tissue paper around the lights to cut down the ultra brightness. And because I have no switch to turn the lights off, the LEDs had to stay lit up. But they functioned and they actually looked pretty frightening, especially in the dark.

Once I’m able to, I’ll go out and get the parts I need to create a proper and better hook-up. I stayed up until after 2am just to see the eyes finished and I still was able to get up early the next day.

And this is what came from it all:

That’s me on the far left along with a bunch of lovely Charas and Frisks. This was the only picture I was able to get of my full costume that day, so I apologize for the cut at the bottom. I assure you I am wearing the slippers here, and they are comfy as hell. The mouth made it a bit hard for people to hear me and some cracks did appear around the edges, but the mask held up very nicely overall. I could not tell you how many people stopped me for a picture. Seeing their faces light up when they saw me made it all worth it. I want to do this again sometime soon, once I’ve made some improvements, and hopefully make it to the next meetup at whatever con may be coming up next in the future. What a journey this was. What an amazing experience! 10/10 Would cosplay again.



Raoul(his dog Dusty), Christine and Phantom

Since PotO project I was working on was going to be very set design/ background heavy project with so many characters. I had to cut down the time I spend on the characters. So I didn’t really get to experimenting their interactions as much as I did in Monkey King. Hopefully I can elaborate more when I’m uploading process sketches of these three:)

Babysitter, touken fanfic (re-uploaded)

Summary: Being a nanny isn’t an easy task, especially if Touka have to deal with three fretful little brothers: Haise, a kid who promises her eternal love. Kaneki, a veggie hidden behind his books and Shironeki, the rebel demon. Could Touka be able to fulfill her job and get out unscathed? One-shot.

Rating: K+, cute and funny | Words: 2,906k | Read on AO3 - If you like it, please reblog! ♥

A/N: I wrote this a long time ago when my english skills were terrible, so I decided to re-write it again. I had lots of fun writing this, and this would be officially my last touken fic from 2016! thank you everyone for being with me through this writing process, always reblogging my fics, being super supportive and to have given me so much love, I’m deeply grateful, this is my gift for you. Happy New Year! let’s keep making beautiful memories together, touken family <3 2017 will be our year! 


Nevertheless, unlike Kaneki and Haise who were particularly easy to deal with, Shironeki wasn’t able to remain still not even for a minute. She’d hear the way he cracked his fingers over and over again, looking around with dull eyes. He flicked his tongue, sat on his chair, got up, sat down back again, hummed a song… that kid was uncontrollable.

“Honey, could you just—“

“I’m bored.”

“Why don’t you watch some T—“

“How old are you?” he asked, tilting his face to one side with curiosity.


“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“N-Not reall—“

“I can be her boyfriend,” Haise suggested, slowly raising his hand, and slowly bringing it down back again, staring at their brother’s expressions.

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The Waiter - two.
  • Chanyeol x Reader x Sehun
  • Angst - Mafia - Smut (later chapters)
  • Word Count: 1699

Description: You had the time of your life with Chanyeol, but your boyfriend Sehun suddenly start showing you the attention you longed for. If your boyfriend found out about Chanyeol it would only be a matter of time before you both turned up dead.

A/N: I guess I’ll just put up two chapters tonight. I do all my writing at work, I’ve been working a lot… lmao I don’t reread my chapters before uploading (I’m so sorry for errors). If I reread them I’ll end up changing the whole thing or just delete it all together.

one. // two. // three. // four. // five. // six. // seven. (in the works)

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A Walking Paradox (Michael/4)

On Tuesday June 14 @0kbutmichaelclifford and @jigglypufftribe held a Hogwarts!5sos Blurb Night. Unfortunately I had a Psychology exam that week and no time to start a queue for it, yay me! However, I was inspired by it and today I’ve finished writing the first idea that came to mind. Please enjoy the 2k of Hogwarts!Michael below!

1. Platform 9 ¾

Fully aware of the fact that King’s Cross Station will be crawling with tourists on a last-minute city trip to London and bustling with businesspeople rushing to attend their important meetings, you leave early for Platform 9 ¾. You’ve agreed on meeting your friends at 10.50 AM and you still want to finish your book before they start ranting about all their adventures this summer.

It’s just past 10.20 AM when you roll your cart through the seemingly solid brick wall and find yourself on the wizard’s platform. It’s quiet, only the occassional Prefect and this year’s Head Boy and Head Girl already there. You find your usual compartment on the Hogwarts Express, stowing your trunk in the overhead compartment, and smile when you notice the initials you and your friends had inked into the little table. Seems like the magic marker used at the end of the previous semester really was as permanent as it promised to be.

Knowing that your friends will surely be quite a bit later than the agreed 10.50 AM, you grab your book and step back out onto the platform, finding somewhere to sit and quietly read. (Much like you’d expected, your group of friends are some of the very last people to arrive. The lot of them are chattering and laughing, hugging and squealing in excitement when catching up with each other.)

You’re found by your best friend, seemingly still engrossed in your story. She knows you better than that though, and upon closer inspection notices that your eyes keep flitting away from the paper and flying over the crowd that’s slowly gathered before you. You start biting your lip when you finally fixate on something. Your friend smirks a little when she sees what, or rather who, is holding your attention.

Michael Clifford, a Sixth Year like yourself, is standing a little bit away. The Slytherin is surrounded by his three best friends (2 of Gryffindor’s finest and one of his fellow Slytherins) and his cat’s curled around his neck and shoulders. You’ve always had a bit of a soft spot for him, though you’d rather jump off the Astronomy Tower than admit it.

Clifford’s a sight to behold: he’s wearing his usual attire, and while it’s no longer uncommon to see wizards dressed in Muggle clothing, he stands out. He’s wearing black skinny jeans with colorful patches haphazardly sewn over the legs (tight enough that you could swear the jeans were painted on), a black faded and torn jean jacket (with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing the tattoos curling around his forearm) and a plain black t-shirt. The all-black ensemble looks great against his fair skin and green-and-silver hair.

You squeak, a flush crawling all over your face and up to the roots of your hair, when his eyes fly over you and your friend. You know there’s no chance that Michael Clifford was looking at you, a mousy Ravenclaw, but you’re mortified enough as it without being caught staring.

Your friend giggles when you start dragging her to the train, leaving your other friends to follow, and winks when Michael raises a curious eyebrow at your back when you pass him by.

2. Hallowe’en Detention

October has been unusually kind to the students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year: it’s been warm and sunny up until the very end and it seems as though the weather’s not changing anytime soon. Tomorrow’s a Hogsmeade weekend and knowing your friends, you’ll be going out as soon as the Professors allow you to and you won’t be getting back until you absolutely have to.

Curse you for befriending not one, but several adventurous Gryffindors (bloody energetic lot of them).

You realize that there’s not a single chance that you’ll get to finish the impromptu History of Magic essay Professor Binns sprung on you if you don’t start it now and thus, despite the Hallowe’en Feast happening in the Great Hall, you make your way up to the library. You’d convinced some of the house-elves to pack you some food in a picnic basket and shrinking the basket, you plan on sneaking the food past the librarian.

The library is empty when you push open the heavy doors, no librarian in sight, and you find yourself an empty desk in the farthest corner of the room. You’re mostly hidden from sight (you don’t want to be caught eating in there), but you’ve still got a clear view of the doors. Nibbling on some pumpkin pastries, you start working on the 4-foot-long essay.

The whole table soon gets cluttered with discarded feathers, spare bottles of ink and copious amounts of spare parchment. Towers of books are surrounding you and the only sound that’s heard is the furious scribbling of your feather on the scroll in front of you. It comes as a total surprise when the doors to the library fly open.

Hogwarts’ caretaker stomps inside, dragging a boy behind him by his ear. The boy whines about it hurting, the whole thing being rather amusing as it comes from a person well over six feet tall.

“You think this is funny?” The caretaker growls at the unidentified boy. “Creating not only a swamp in the entrance hall, but also filling it with Grindylows?”

The boy mutters, clearly not finding it as funny now in the face of punishment, but you’re impressed. That’s some level of magic skills, not to mention patience! Getting your hands on multiple Grindylows? Talk about commitment

The boy’s gotten himself out of the grip of the caretaker, disgruntledly rubbing his sore ear and rolling his eyes when the older man takes away the boy’s wand and threatens to keep him inside the castle for the rest of the boy’s Hogwarts career if the returned books are not put back in their proper place when he gets back from the Feast. The boy eyes the cart the books are in and whines anew.

“There’s got to be at least a hundred books in there and I’m hungryyyyy…” The boy moans. “You can’t keep me away from dinner. That’s child abuse!”

“Shut up, boy,” The caretaker warns. “And get started if you want to ever again feel the fresh Scottish winds blowing through that ridiculous hair of yours!”

The old man slams the doors shut with an almighty bang and the boy starts cursing. You hear him mumble something about Peeves the Poltergeist and a quest for revenge, before he promptly drops the large volume he’s holding on his foot. He curses again and you stifle your laugh.

The boy rights his back and the sudden beam of moonlight catches his face. He gives a girly shriek (‘Excuse you, but that was a very manly shout, thank you very much!’) when the light reflects in your eyes and your breath hitches when you recognize the boy.

The green-and-silver hair, the usually-emerald-but-now-turned-silver-in-the-lighting eyes, the dark ink decorating the bared skin of his forearms… Michael Clifford was the apparent culprit. (You’re not entirely sure why you’re surprised by that denouement: Michael and his friends aren’t exactly what you’d call innocent little angels.)

Worst of all, he seems to recognize you as well. He cocks his head to the side a little in what appears to be confusion.

“Little Rowena Ravenclaw,” He eventually says. You groan internally when you’re reminded of your ancestor. It appears as though that’s the one thing everyone can focus on when talking to you for the first time. “Now what are you doing here on a night like this?”

You gesture to the books surrounding you. “Being little Rowena Ravenclaw?” You say sarcastically. (What? Just because you’re a little shy, doesn’t mean you’ve got no backbone.)

“Tonight?” He seems curious, coming a little closer. “You do realize it’s Hallowe’en, tonight? And there’s a glorious feast being served in the Great Hall?”

You don’t do it often, but you do it now: you smirk. “I know,” You whisper mischievously, beckoning him a little closer and showing him the basket hidden under your desk. “I got first pick.”

He moans when he sinks his teeth in the pumpkin pastry you hand him, patting his stomach contently and taking a seat in the chair opposite yours. “What are you working on?” He asks between big gulps of the juice the elves had packed you.

“Binns’ essay,” You groan. “Idiot assigns a four-foot-long essay the day before a Hogsmeade weekend…”

Michael nods sympathetically. “Calum said something about that. Pretty sure he won’t complete it or force me to write it, but hey: at least this time he remembered the homework! Progress!”

The both of you laugh a little, before calming down again. Then something dawns on you.

“Wait, Calum forces you to write his?” Michael nods. “So you’re good at this?”

Michael shrugs. “I have trouble sleeping sometimes, so I read History of Magic when I can’t doze off. Works like a charm, no pun intended: stupid shit bores you right to sleep!”

You grin a little. “Have you, by any chance, already read the chapter on the Giant Wars?”

“Why? Little Rowena Ravenclaw about to make me do her dirty work?” He winks and you shrug bashfully.

“I’ll write it, I promise,” You assure him. “I just don’t feel like reading through the entire chapter…”

“Can’t blame you.” He grins. “Sure, I’ll help. ‘S not like that old bat can actually keep me inside for forever if those books don’t find their way back to their shelves.”

You raise an eyebrow at him before whipping out your wand. Michael’s eyes widen and he lets out a surprised laugh. “Why would he?” And you wave your wand at the cart. The books start flying through the air as you and Michael get to work.

(A couple of hours later, your sides hurt from laughing as much as you did and your friends grow steadily frustrated when you refuse to spill why you practically floated all the way up to Ravenclaw Tower. Their curiosity worsens when the First Year who’d come in with you tells them that he had to help you solve the riddle the bronze eagle guarding the entrance to the Common Room had given you.)

3. Before Winter Break

The night of the Hallowe’en Feast has changed things for you. It’s no longer rare to suddenly find someone else in whatever deserted corner of the library you happen to be inhabiting. You’ve turned it into somewhat of a game: will he find you? How long will it take him?

(Spoiler alert: yes, he’ll find you. Another spoiler: it won’t take him long.)

It still startles you however, when you suddenly find yourself being jostled out of the story you were reading. His hair’s red now and he’s got tiny little Christmas ornaments hanging from the piercings in his ears. He’s also wearing the world’s ugliest sweater and a pair of reindeer antlers are planted on his head. (It takes a lot to convince yourself that no, that wasn’t a whimper of longing and adoration fighting its way up your throat, but merely the beginning of a cold. It’s been going around the Common Room, okay?)

You wonder what Michael’s doing here; the semester is over and most people are getting ready to go home the next day to spend Christmas with their families. Shouldn’t he be spending his time wreaking havoc and causing mayhem before leaving the caretaker to deal with it? Shouldn’t he be spending time with his friends before they’re split up for three weeks?

He shrugs when you ask him. “Pretty sure I’ll find them in my kitchen first thing tomorrow, forcing my mum to make them her special pancakes she usually saves just for me.” You laugh a little at his extensive eye rolling. “Besides, I’d rather spend tonight with you…”

You flush, because Michael Clifford would rather sit with the shy Ravenclaw in an all-but-deserted library on a musty, lumpy couch than cause mischief? That’s not something one sees every day…

“You’re weird, Clifford.” You shake your head and he shrugs. He winks, too. “Also, I’m sure the caretaker will be positively heartbroken by the lack of a Christmas present…”

Michael laughs. A bit too loudly, but you’re prepared to glare at the librarian until all hell freezes over and You-Know-Who rises from the grave if she dares to shush him. A sound so joyful shouldn’t be shushed in your (honest, but totally unbiased) opinion.

“He shouldn’t worry,” Michael whispers conspiratorially. “I didn’t forget him. No use asking me; I don’t want anyone to spoil his surprise.”

You whine a little, but Michael won’t budge. He does however, advice you to stay away from the Christmas baubles in the Great Hall. (“Highly unstable,” He pretends to be offended. “Flitwick’s wand work isn’t what it used to be.”)

Your eyes widen, but you decide to not ask. If you don’t know, you can’t be blamed for it.

“What’s with the festive attire?” You’ve put your book in your bag and when you’re settled in a more comfortable position, he’s pulling at a loose thread hanging from his sweater.

“Christmas is my favorite time of year. We Cliffords go all out for it.” His cheeks turn an adorable pinkish color and you’re careful to keep the cooing sounds struggling to escape, inside. Instead you shake your head.

“You’re a walking paradox, Michael Clifford.” He moves his hand in a way that asks you to elaborate before he drops his head in your lap and closes his eyes. (You think he’s beautiful in that moment, but you’re careful to keep that dangerous thought to yourself.)

“You’re pureblooded as far as one can trace back the Clifford-family tree, yet you’re the biggest Muggles’ rights activist anyone will ever meet. You can’t make it through a single one of Professor Binns’ History of Magic lectures without falling asleep, yet you’re the only one in the whole entire year who’s ever read Hogwarts: A History. You cast spells, spells that tend to trouble Aurors when altering their appearances for undercover work, to dye your hair shocking colors. You have piercings, which by the way are an unusual thing for a wizard to have, and tattoos, yet the love of your life seems to be your almost-fully-grown cat…”

Michael sputters, interrupting you, and one green eye glares at you. “She’s just a tiny baby kitten, Y/N. I need to show her love and affection or she’ll become some roguelike creature.”

“You’ve had Voodoo for over a year, Michael.” You grin. “Face it: the kitten is gone.”

Michael grumbles and you continue. “You’re a Slytherin through and through, yet Calum and Ashton are two of your best friends and they’re both Gryffindors. You’re tough as nails and scare the shit out of all the younger students, and most of the older ones too, yet you’re practically purring in my lap right now.”

Michael smirks and nudges his head against your stomach, closely resembling a cat asking to have its head petted. (You indulge him. You can’t help it: he’s Michael Clifford. Anyone who wants to make a big deal out of it, can piss off.)

The two of you end up sitting on that musty, lumpy couch until the librarian shoos the both of you out, shaking her head at your silliness.

(For the first time in probably forever she catches herself not reprimanding a student for not being quiet in her beloved library. She sees the way you look at him and she understands.)

The loud-mouthed prankster and the shy bookworm.

The center of attention wherever he goes and the frail wallflower blooming in his rays of sunshine.

Him, the all-consuming force of nature, and you, the inevitable casualty that comes with his aftermath.

A walking paradox…

A/N: First piece of writing in months… I’m actually really insecure about it?! I liked the idea when it first came to me, but I’m not totally sold on the final result?! Please let me know if you liked it and whether or not I should bother writing the other Hogwarts!5SOS-blurb sketches I’ve got?


Requested: yes
Sideman: Tobi
Warnings: none

“You’ve been editing videos for the past six and a half hours, when are you going to have a break?” you asked Tobi as he sat staring at his computer screen.
“I need to get all my videos ready to upload for when we go to Paris,” he sighed, “I’m about half way there, I can’t have a break yet.”
“We’re not going away for another three days, you have time,” you replied, “please don’t wear yourself out; it’s not healthy.”
“I will take a break once this video is done rendering then,” Tobi gave in.
Once the video had finished rendering and had been scheduled, Tobi finally turned away from his computer for the first time in hours. You were sitting under the covers in bed. You gestured for Tobi to come next to you as you lifted the covers for him. He put his arm around you as you snuggled into the crook of his neck.
“As much as I know you want to make your viewers happy by posting multiple videos daily, I really think you’re putting a lot of pressure on yourself,” you spoke, “I’m glad we’re going away for a while so you can finally relax and clear your mind. I think it will be good for you.”
“I really need to get away to be honest,” Tobi agreed, “having your eyes glued to a computer screen for hours on end each day really isn’t a healthy lifestyle. I’m just worried that I’m going to let down everyone because I have uploaded every day for a while now, I don’t really want to ruin that streak just because I’m going away for a few days.”
“I understand,” you kissed Tobi’s cheek, “I just wished you would try to put yourself before others every once in a while, your subscribers won’t mind if you miss one or two uploads every so often.”
“I know they won’t but they deserve daily videos after all the support they have given me.”
“You’re too precious for this world Tobi,” you smiled while squeezing Tobi with your arms around his waist, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” Tobi said while kissing your forehead.



By: @bioniczex


Heres a new build that I’ve been woking on now .. for a while. This house was made to inspire the life of the new Sims 4 Get Together Expansion Pack coming, December 8th, 2015.
This residential home, is perfect for your Power House Groups, in your game. Throw after parties here, have photoshoots with the hottest models in the business by the pool, or have a guitar mesh with some friends in the music studio, or maybe sit by the pool, BBQ and enjoy your luxuries.

This Lot Has

- Two 2 BedRooms

- Three 3 BathRooms

- One 1 LivingRoom

- Two 2 LoungeRooms

- One 1 Office 

- One 1 Kitchen 

- One 1 DiningRoom

- One 1 Outdoor Photography Studio 

And a whole outdoor relaxing area (THERES JUST SOOO MUCH)

it has much much more !!!

I had so many screen shots but Tumblr only lets us upload 10 at a time.

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Timeless (part three)

Summary: As you help Bucky adjust to life in the present, he begins opening up to you on a more personal level.

Bucky x Reader. FLUFF. Word count: 645

TW: none

A/N: This is part three of a multi-part series. If you’d like to be added to my tag list so you know when I upload new fics, just let me know!


For those first few weeks, Bucky viewed you a little like a school teacher. You had your days scheduled out so you could make the most of your time, getting him up to speed on as many things you could without it being too overwhelming. Each day, you would go over a few chapters of world history books, watch some old TV and movies, listen to some music, and discuss pop culture. You had also provided him with a stack of must-read books from the last few decades (you recommended he start with Harry Potter) and you would chat about them as he finished them. Slowly but surely, Bucky began catching up on what took place in the world while he was trapped under Hydra’s control.

“Hey Y/N—can I talk to you about something?” Bucky asked you with a hint of nervousness in his voice. You had been sitting out on the balcony reading, so when he came out you closed your book and motioned for him to sit in the chair next to you. He took a seat and placed his hands timidly in his lap.

“Sure Bucky, anything you want,” you replied.

“Well, it’s just that I have a few questions,” he said sheepishly.

“Go ahead,”

“Okay so Tony’s called me ‘Manchurian Candidate’ a few times now, and I don’t get it. I’m pretty sure it’s an insult though. What does that mean?”

“Damn that Tony—I told him to stop calling you that. You’re right about it being an insult. ‘The Manchurian Candidate’ is a book about a guy who gets brainwashed into becoming an assassin. They also turned it into a movie. Tony’s just being a jackass though—try not to take it too personally. So, what else do you have questions about? I’m all ears,” You tried to hide your frustration with Tony from Bucky—you were definitely going to have words with Stark next time you saw him.

“What’s ‘Facetime’? I saw that on my phone but I don’t know what it is,” You had been trying your best to teach Bucky how to use everything from his phone to the internet, but with how fast technology was changing (in large part thanks to Tony’s constant tinkering) it was a pretty daunting task. You went ahead and explained the concept of video-chatting and showed him how to use Facetime.

“Huh, that’s pretty neat. Maybe when they finally let me go out on a mission I’ll have to Facetime you so you can see where we’re at,” He smiled at you, and your heart warmed from deep inside. You had developed quite the crush on Bucky since he moved in. Everything seemed so right with Bucky—he was sweet, smart (albeit still not all up to date on everything), he was incredibly handsome, and he was one of only two other people in the world who could relate to your not aging. Dating was hard when all of the men who were your age were either elderly or much younger, depending on how you looked at it.

“I’d like that—I don’t really get out of here much, so that would be nice. I mean, don’t get me wrong—so many years of moving from town to town, I like having roots somewhere, but seeing some new scenery every now and then would be nice. So, any more questions?”

“Just one…” he paused, as if he was searching for words he was struggling to find. The air was growing thick with an awkward tension, so you decided to break the silence.

“And that would be what?”

“Y/N, would you go out on a date with me? Maybe dinner or a movie or something? I know we haven’t known each other too long but—“ You really didn’t care what came after the ‘but’ because you already knew your answer.


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Mr Wilkinson Part 3

Sorry it has taken me so long to write I’ve had a migraine for three days straight and its been hard to sit down and write. I have the next few parts planned and am exited to share them with you soon. Hope you all like this as much as the other ones let me know what you think. Still doing requests its just taking me a while to post them but I promise they will be uploaded soon. Enjoy!

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One Last Time.

The video,I personally made won’t upload. Here’s what I have to say about the whole Hannah/Oli fiasco,FOR THE LAST TIME.

First off,I love Oli and Hannah. I love BMTH. I love what they had.

Hannah claimed in three videos that,Oli cheated with strippers,and it made her insecure to point where she wanted to change herself. She didn’t feel good enough for him.

Hannah inspires me to be myself,and learn to love myself more each passing day,there are good days and bad days,so the above paragraph broke my heart.

She also said in the captions of the videos that he has hit and spat on her many times.

Then,she admitted to the big question. After she started to feel insecure,she didn’t explain how/what exactly happened,but she cheated on Oli. Yes,they both cheated on each other.

I’ve always looked up to Oliver,so hearing what he did,which he may or may not have done,even though I truly believe Hannah is telling the truth,broke my heart. I do not know any of them personally,but I still love both of them. BMTH lyrics have lost their meaning to me as of right now,but I know I can’t hide the bands music away from my ears forever. So as you can imagine,I am upset at Oliver and I feel,a fool.

My number one reason to believe Hannah,is the fact that,she owned up to the horrid thing she’d done,meanwhile,Oliver hasn’t. If he has I did not see anything on it and I’d love links etc.,and he has already moved on from Hannah,this new girl being around the same age Hannah was when she started dating Oliver,and the new girl is a model for his clothing brand,Drop Dead. It just seems so cliché of him,this new girl will not be named,most of us know her already,but I feel bad for her,she’s getting a lot of hate. Hannah has said herself,to stop attacking her.

Oliver and Hannah have played the victim. Hannah has put that card down. Oliver has not. He keeps sugar coating,and not too long ago,called Hannah out on stage. I believe he’s much calmer now about the situation though. But still,hasn’t said anything.

They both don’t have to say shit,they don’t owe us anything,but Oli is the one who made this public and it can’t be undone.

I am upset with Oliver for the lie, that may or may not even be a lie,that I have believed in. I looked up to him for describing beautiful things I couldn’t express,in his music. I’ve even saw him live in concert,with one of my best friends,almost two years ago. I’ve looked up to him as a great person and if what Hannah has said is true,than it shatters me to the absolute core,because he’s laid a hand on her,and had the nerve to cheat on her.

I am upset with Hannah due to the fact that she gave into that insecurity and cheated on him. I will admit,most of that feeling of being upset with Hannah is gone because she grew some balls and told her side of the story.

What they had was beautiful and sad and it just proves not all relationships are perfect,no matter what the caption says.

No more talking about it. It’s over and done with,and they are trying to live their lives and so am I. I’m just giving what my followers asked for,my thoughts. Thank you for your time.

anonymous asked:

Is Megaten Minute cancelled or are you just not feeling it at the moment?

No, it’s not cancelled, youtube videos all took a back seat because I was featured in an art show last week and had to create three new paintings for it. So I stopped working on the recordings I had (now they are too old to upload in my opinion).

I also started my spring semester at school so that plus me working full time makes it harder. I might have to cut down on the editting of each episode (less images in the video) which I am against but might have to happen for that, and collectors compendium which I also recorded a few weeks back.

TL;DR it’s coming, maybe as soon as this sunday but work/school/art slowed me down.