i just found a bunch of these i haven't posted yet

anonymous asked:

I don't watch voltron (I plan to but haven't had the time yet), so could you please explain the sheith discourse? Idk anything about any of the characters specifically, but just based on appearances I've always liked that better than klance.

Oh my sweet summer child, I wish you well if you ever decide to brave through this fandom hell. Okay so I’ll sum this up because honestly I do not wish to talk about this discourse anymore.

Everything started shortly after the show aired on Netflix on June 10th. Due to Keith’s and Shiro’s close bond, familiarity with one another and always attempting to protect each other, they became a popular ship. So popular in fact that Josh Keaton, Shiro’s voice actor, acknowledged this on his blog and even coined the name for the ship: sheith.

It didn’t take long until he and Neil Kaplan, Zarkon’s voice actor, started mentioning sheith on their twitters as well. To top it off, Chris Palmer, who directs the show, also made this Shiro drawing with the description “Shiro loves you, baby” and tagged “he is looking at Keith.” Honestly with so many people involved with the show (even if the VAs aren’t directly involved, it was still nice) showing support for the ship, and considering Montgomery and dos Santos who previously worked on The Legend of Korra are producers in Voltron, a lot of people believe they could become canon like Korra and Asami.

Things blew up however when SDCC happened in July. Tim Hedrick, Montgomery and dos Santos who were at the event were asked by a fan about the ages of the characters, since the only clue we had was the DreamWorks’ site saying they’re teenagers. Pidge is 14, Shiro is 25 at most and everyone else is late teens.

However, many fans interpreted it as proof that Shiro is factually 25 and the other three are 17 and claim that Shiro/Paladin ships are pedophilia, wrong, incorrect and a bunch of other nasty things. They use the video as confirmation and refuse each and any other evidence to contrary, even when it comes from the same people that were in the video. Some even attack the voice actors over it, which is why Josh Keaton stopped talking about ships altogether on Twitter. The truth is, most people before and after the video saw and still see Hunk, Keith and Lance as being 18-19 and Shiro as 20-22 at most, not 25 since he doesn’t even look that old.

There is a whole lot more to this story, including but not limited to the fact that the official comic still mentions they’re five teenagers even after the SDCC event, Josh Keaton confirmed on twitter that ages were never brought up during recording and how Hedrick, Montgomery and dos Santos refuse to answer any all questions regarding the ages, and someone found a video prior to the age video where Montgomery talked about Shiro being a student, not an instructor as people against the ship kept mentioning. Recently Pidge’s voice actor also snapchatted about Shiro/Keith and Shiro/Keith/Lance. Last week it was revealed that the garrison where the paladins previously studied at is college like education and a military base as well, meaning they couldn’t be younger than 18.

Tbh the whole thing is a mess, the only thing we know for sure is that the creators themselves apparently never gave this too much thought in the first place because they wanted people to see the characters as being the age they believe them to be. And now they either refuse to talk about it anymore or contradict each other in what they have to say about it, but antis refuse to stop and continue harassing shippers and the ship tags daily with violent threats and name calling.

Incidentally, NYCC is coming up this week and the same three crew members will there. It is speculated that more fans will ask them about the ages and I’m already dreading the next wave of shitstorm coming this friday.

For more about Shiro/Paladin discussions, this post is a good post about it.

owlsarereallycute  asked:

Hello, I was wondering if I could have an ask of a Dalish Inquisitor sneaking off in the Abor wilds and when the companion finally find them hours later they're surrounded by a bunch of halla just laying around them while they sleep peacefully, something they haven't done in awhile (Romanced please)

The Dalish are my soulmates.

Solas: High Approval: He’s been hunting for hours, but his skills are rusty and it took him far longer than it should have to finally track the Inquisitor down. When he does find them, they’re asleep in a meadow filled with halla, looking more peaceful than he had ever seen them. He can’t bring himself to interrupt. He smiles at them, sets a few protective wards, and starts back to camp. Then he stops. He looks at the Inquisitor, how peaceful they are, and he sits against a nearby tree. A nap might be nice. Low Approval: He stumbles upon the Inquisitor’s hiding place by accident. He wasn’t actually looking for them, just looking for a place to be alone for a while. He rolls his eyes at them. They looks so Dalish and it’s almost sickening. Despite his distaste for the whole scene, he leaves them in peace. Just before he leaves, he sets a few wards. It wouldn’t do for the Inquisitor to die during a nap, after all. There’s more to do yet. If Romanced: He’s been frantically combing the forest surrounding the Temple and the camp for hours, unable to focus long enough to dredge up his ancient tracking skills for a forest like this. When he finally catches up to the Inquisitor, the sight nearly takes his breath away. He’s never seen them looking so peaceful. The halla have clearly accepted them as a friend, as kin, lethalen, and are grazing peacefully all around. He wonders if the skittish creatures would defend the Inquisitor if a threat neared, and as he watches he thinks that they might. He walks the perimeter of their meadow, setting wards and making certain it’s safe. Then he settles himself beside his vhenan, taking them into his arms, and falls asleep.

Josephine: One of the scouts found the Inquisitor, and she thought it would be a good idea for her to go get them personally. Yet when she finds them, she discovers that she can’t disrupt the scene. It’s so foreign to her, halla roaming nearby and the Inquisitor sleeping peacefully in the grass. They look like some lost barbarian royalty. Just a few more minutes. If Romanced: She smiles when she finds her lover, asleep in the grass. It’s not the first time she’s found them taking a nap outside and she knows it won’t be the last. After a short internal debate, she winds her way through the grazing halla, careful not to startle them, and lays down beside her lover.

Cullen: He’s been searching for the Inquisitor for hours, worried that they’d been taken or something. When he finds them napping instead, looking more at peace with the halla than he’d ever seen them, he’s annoyed. But only for a moment. He understands the need to find some peace. He leaves them alone, but sends a couple of soldiers to make sure that their peaceful nap stays that way. If Romanced: He was frantic with worry as he combed the forest, and he nearly fell to his knees with relief when he found the Inquisitor at last. They look so peaceful, more so than he’s ever seen. He knows that what happened at the Temple must have been hard, awful for them. They deserve some rest. Rather than leave them alone, however, he lays down next to them and smiles, just watching them until sleep takes him, his hand steady on his sword hilt.

Leliana: She found them first, before the others. She knew where to look. She stands at the edge of the meadow, hands on her hips and a smile on her face. She considers waking the Inquisitor, but she’s never seen them so at peace. The halla will alert them if there’s danger. She posts a couple scouts nearby and leaves without interfering.

Vivienne: She clucks her tongue at the scene before her. The Inquisitor may be Dalish, yes, but they need to maintain their image. What if someone saw? There’s twigs in their hair and dirt on their armor now. She’s about to march over and straighten them up but then she notices how peaceful they look. She can’t help but soften. They deserve a rest. She returns to camp, determined to send anyone looking for them in all the wrong directions.

Varric: Aww. This is the kind of thing that he wishes he could put in his books but that no one ever wants to read, the quiet moments after the battle, between one crisis and the next, when the hero just needs to be alone. If he were a poetry kind of guy, this scene would probably be pretty inspiring, the Dalish hero napping in the sun with some halla. He leaves them to it, but lets Nightingale know where they are.

Iron Bull: He tracked the Inquisitor to their hiding spot when he realized he hadn’t seen them for a few hours. When he sees where they’ve been, asleep on the ground with halla all around, he just grins and goes back to camp. No need to interrupt. If Romanced: He breathes a sigh of relief that his kadan is safe. After everything that happened at the Temple, he was worried. But there they are, asleep in the grass like a wild elf should be. He grins as he lays down next to them. He’ll keep them safe.

Dorian: He went for a wander for his own health, to be alone after everything they just learned, but he finds the Inquisitor instead of peace of mind. He watches the Inquisitor sleep for a few moments, looking very Dalish, and thinks about his homeland. Then he walks away. If Romanced: He smiles when he finds his amatus asleep in the grass. They both needed some time away, then? That’s fair. He settles himself on the ground beside his lover and watches him sleep, thinking about his homeland.

Sera: When she finds the Inquisitor, she nearly makes a very loud comment about elfy elves sleeping in the dirt with halla, but she stops when she sees their face. They look so peaceful that all her ire fades away. She knows how much they need some peace. She leaves them alone. If Romanced: There’s her honeytongue! Finally! She runs up to them, startling a few halla as she goes, but stops short when she sees how deeply asleep Inky is. After a few moments thinking about it, she lays down too. It’s not so bad, laying in the grass.

Cassandra: She’s been searching for hours! When she finally finds the Inquisitor, she almost launches into a speech about recklessness but stops short when she realizes they’re asleep. When she realizes just how deeply asleep they are and how much they must have needed it, she finds that she doesn’t have it in her to wake them. If Romanced: After hours of searching and worrying, she finds her lover asleep on the ground with halla all around, and she melts instantly. It’s such a romantic scene, the sun shining on their sleeping face and the breeze ruffling their hair. She looks around to make sure no one else is nearby, then lays down beside her lover. She can’t resist.

Cole: He knew exactly where they were and why they were there. “Haunted, hunted, too much, too much. We didn’t know. Need to be away, sort it out. I’ll help.” He turns away anyone who might wake them, redirecting them without anyone noticing.

Blackwall: He’d been walking, wandering around and thinking about the Wardens when he found the Inquisitor. He almost went over to them, he almost just walked away and hoped he wasn’t noticed. But then he saw that they were asleep and he stops. They look so peaceful, even after what just happened and all they learned. Maybe that was what he needed, too. Just let it go for a little while. He leaves feeling better than he has in weeks. If Romanced: “So careless. What would I do if you got hurt out here alone?” he murmurs, gently brushing the Inquisitor’s cheek with his fingers. He’d almost left and hoped he wasn’t seen, but they were asleep out in the woods alone. He needed to protect them. And they looked so peaceful that he didn’t want to leave. He lays down beside them, gathering them in his arms, and hopes their peace will rub off on him.

destielisgonnabecanon  asked:

hey there, i'm writing an essay about how destiel is real for a friend of mine and I was wondering what you think the most important pieces of meta that i should put in? can you recommend anything?

Hi - wow, that’s some dedication. All I did for my friends was send them some links - and, on one memorable occasion, I spent one entire 30 minutes conversation occasionally glancing at my (female&blinded by heteronormativity) friend’s lips instead of looking at her eyes, and by the end of it she was uncomfortable af and half convinced I was into her, and that’s when I presented her with a list of gifsets like -

- and basically dropped my mic and sashayed out.

(Man, I wish my hair was long enough to be flicked back.)

She changed her mind after that, by the way. And it’s really weird how most behaviours and gestures are used on screen precisely because we understand them as human things we all do on a deep level, and yet we’re suddenly unable to figure out what they mean if they’re not about a man and a woman. Uh.

(That applies to me as well, by the way. We see what we know about, not what is actually there, and that’s just inevitable - but can be unlearned, with some patience and many, many mistakes.)

Anyway, here are a bunch of things - I hope they’re useful.


Also, the entire S8, which was basically a demented Jane Eyre AU, and the entire S11, because, again, that Amara thing didn’t make sense without Destiel subtext, and finally @deanswingsbothways’ drunken rant (spoiler: contains the line “Destiel is not a story we are telling each other. Destiel is a story we are being told.” and bless).

You should also consider pimping your essay a bit, because there are a lot of posts and gifsets about how Destiel is regularly paralleled with canon couples on Supernatural, or follows the same rules as romantic relationships in movies. Here’s a bunch of them: Destiel and Sam/JessDestiel vs Dean/AnnaDestiel vs Sam/Amelia, Destiel vs David/VioletDestiel and Spuffy, Destiel and Clexa, Destiel and Phoebe/ColeDestiel vs Charlie/Gilda, Destiel vs every other couple on SupernaturalDestiel and Lucifer having funDestiel and romantic movies, Destiel and the Doctor, Destiel and Belle/Rumplestiltskin, Destiel and Tangled, Destiel and Saileen, and, of course, the beautiful and despairing trainwreck that was Repo Man.

And finally, there was that one time I went crazy and spent an entire weekend mapping every single love trope they’ve ever used around those two idiots in love, because I was just that fed up and the thing’s there, okay, and the more they say it’s not the more layers of tropes and mirrors and longing glances and narrative parallels they keep slathering on top of this thing, so, whatever and who even knows. At this point, you’re free to say it’ll never go canon because they’re homophobic or assume their audience is homophobic, and you’re free to say it’ll never go canon because of internal narrative reasons (God knows both Dean and Cas are never going to believe they’re actually good enough for each other), but to say there’s nothing there at all - that’s beyond whatever.

Anyway, my post is here, and these were the final conclusions:

As you may have guessed, this is something I’m sort of interested in - I came for the monsters and started to reblog stuff out of spite when I realized I was being treated like a crazy fangirl who sees love everywhere because women (right). If you’re looking for more sugary goodness, I tag stuff as destiel, spn meta (my own opinions), awesome meta (other people’s opinions), love tropes and parallels, and you can also have a look at some excellent meta writers who have eyes and therefore see Destiel and sometimes discuss it - people like @elizabethrobertajones​, @grey2510​, @tinkdw​, @bluestar86​, @mittensmorgul​, @floralmotif​, @k-vichan, @treefrogie84, @thevioletcaptain or @postmodernmulticoloredcloak (and I know I’m forgetting someone - that’s what sleeping four hours does to you, sorry). So, again - I know this post is a bit ‘join our cult’ (which is what you asked for, but still), but really - what I like about this fandom is that we can talk about stuff and we can disagree about stuff and still be friends, but this new idea currently spreading in the real world like wildfire - that not only you can have your own opinions (totally legit), but you can also have your own facts - nope. I hope your friend reads your essay (you’re welcome to share it, by the way) and sees that yes, there’s objectively something going on. If they still don’t, the final test is, “What if Cas were a woman? Would you see it then?” 

(And we all know the answer to that question, don’t we?)

Seriously, good luck.


EDIT - More great meta

( @destielisgonnabecanon - you’re welcome! Go win that bet! 😁)

The Future of Voltron: Legendary Defender

I have been re-watching Voltron a lot lately and I’ve noticed a good bunch of small dialogues and quickly passed scenes that might connect into a bigger plotline in the upcoming seasons. 

There is going to be spoilers for the two seasons that are currently available on Netflix, so if you aren’t caught up yet you shouldn’t continue reading. 

First up I’d like to quickly talk about Voltron and foreshadowing. The show has already within the first two seasons foreshadowed major events happening later in the show. Examples of this include Keith’s and Zarkon’s battle in the final episode of season 1 where Zarkon says: “You fight like a Galra soldier.” 
And as we know Galra!Keith was confirmed in the second season. 

Another character known for foreshadowing major events is Coran. In the first season episode 5 ‘Tears of the Balmera’ this conversation happens between Coran and Hunk: 

Hunk: “So this crystal is basically the hardest thing in the universe to get?”
Coran: “I don’t know about the hardest, there is the scaultrite found only in the stomaches of the giant weblums.”

And what happens in season 2? Keith and Hunk have an entire episode dedicated to them obtaining the scaultrite from the weblums. 

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Okay so I just got this imagine idea. Basically it would take place during a ball and it features Severus and the person who he has feelings for(she likes him back,neither have had the courage to speak up yet)somehow they end up dancing toghether. While she is distracted Severus glances at her and whispers "Beautiful" at the sight of her, when she turns to ask what he said he covers it up by saying that he meant the music.I haven't thought of an ending but please write it!Doesn't have to be long

Severus Snape stood at the corner of the ballroom like a particularly ill-tempered shadow, practically itching to leave.

Truth be told, he hated Ministry functions- all these disgustingly smug Ministry bastards in their disgustingly expensive robes rubbing shoulders with others like themselves gave Severus the worst sort of indigestion.  Though he had no appetite, he was, in fact, holding an empty champagne flute that he’d unceremoniously emptied at least three times in a nearby bush simply to avoid having to be asked for the fifty-millionth time if he’d like some hors d’oeuvres by one of the over-eager Ministry house elves.

He sighed heavily when the champagne flute refilled itself as though by magic and glared at the nearby house elf, who’d frozen mid-snap.  With a slight wave of his hand, he dismissed the elf, who looked as though she was about to start boxing her own ears right then and there for displeasing him before disappearing with a sharp pop. Severus took a step to try and explain that this wasn’t necessary, but then he realized that since it hadn’t worked on all of the house elves he’d grumbled at over the years at Hogwarts for trying to be helpful and making things worse, it probably wouldn’t work on her either.

The only reason he was at the stupid event was because Minister Shacklebolt (damn him!) had told him that the galleons he’d be receiving along with whatever the bloody award of the week was this time were contingent on his attendance.  He looked up at the ornate clock near the far side of the ballroom and sighed.  There were still forty-five minutes until midnight, and Severus only had eyes for the Ministry’s clocktower. Once it chimed even a single time, he could finally disappear from this godforsaken place like a sour-faced Cinderella.

He snorted into the champagne flute at the thought, pretending to be in the middle of drinking it to avoid yet another overstuffed Ministry official who looked like he was about to come over and talk to him.  He’d worn his blackest, least-ornate robes, the buttons fastened all the way up to his chin like armor against being considered sociable or in any way conspicuous. He looked over at the other recipients, which were basically a bunch of the members of Dumbledore’s Army (the wankers, he thought, all dressed up like they’re playing at being like their elders), and some of the other professors from Hogwarts. Minerva had already saved him a couple of times from nosy gawkers, but she was in the middle of dancing with Phineas Fickleboro, the esteemed Transfiguration researcher from Istanbul, and Severus knew that she wouldn’t be able to save him if someone happened to find him in his concealed space behind the fat marble pillar in the shadows of the ballroom.

A buzzing near his ear made him flinch and he swatted at it instinctively. Unfortunately, he forgot that he was holding the champagne flute with champagne still in it, and ended up pouring it all over the place.

There was a loud thump as something heavy hit the ground and a shrill squeal assaulted his ears, making him wince.

“HEY! What the feck do you think yer doin’?!”

Severus knew that voice. He turned his head slowly, as if this would change the truth of the person who lay sprawled out on her back, her robes drenched in champagne.

“Miz Skeeter. Apparently, you have taken my previous instructions to buzz off rather literally,” Severus said, stepping back and glowering at her. “Good evening.”

He swept off, hoping that he looked like he was stomping away in fury instead of fleeing.  Skeeter had been merciless since his survival had come to light- following him everywhere during the day and having Prophet interns tail him at night. The damn woman was a pest who was obsessed with writing unflattering articles about him. Normally, Severus wouldn’t care.

He’d been called worse by friends, after all, and Skeeter was no friend.

However, he was also in the process of having several new potions patented, and plans to open his own owl-post apothecary, so he was doing his best to avoid as much negative press as was possible.

“Mr. Snape! A word, please!”

Skeeter had apparently found her wand and cleaned herself off, for she was following after him at a frightening speed. Severus turned away from her to find that he was mere inches from the dance floor.  A murmur of interest filled the room and Severus felt his cheeks growing warm with embarrassment, but at the next bellow from the harridan behind him, he forced himself into the crowd of dancers.

Suddenly, someone had taken his hand and he felt himself spun around to find Minerva’s laughing eyes and cat-ate-the-canary smile as she led him away from the livid journalist.

“Thank Merlin,” he said, before he could compose himself, “I was beginning to think that bitch was going to cast a Permanent Sticking Charm.”

Minerva chuckled. “Well I knew that it would take a fairly extreme situation to get you out into the light of day-”

“It’s half an hour to midnight, Minerva,” Severus replied, unimpressed.

“Be that as it may, it’s good to see that you’re finally putting all those years of teaching Slytherin House to dance to practice, even if it’s little old me,” Minerva continued, twirling him out and then bending him backwards in her arms.

“You do know that I’m supposed to be the lead,” Severus said, once she pulled him up out of the dip, his cheeks going slightly pink.

“You’re three decades too young to lead me anywhere, and you know it,” Minerva chuckled as they two-stepped towards the other side of the dance floor.  They stopped and clapped politely with the rest of the crowd as the music ended. “Now, then, what are your plans for the rest of the evening?”

Severus was about to reply when he felt a finger tap gently on his shoulder and he spun abruptly, his eyes widening with surprise.  There, before him, stood a young woman who looked rather familiar, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Her hair was short, though ringlets of chestnut brown hair curled around her face in a wild sort of way that filled Severus with a strange heady sensation in his belly. She wasn’t heavily powdered or garishly dressed. There was a simplistic, natural air to her that he instantly envied, but she carried herself with a power and confidence that made her look older than her years. Her eyes were golden and seemed to shimmer in the light of the many candles floating above them.

Instantly, Severus found himself transported back to his stammering, awkward, teenaged self.

“Severus, you’re gawking,” Minerva politely whispered to him, and he shut his mouth, which had been hanging open and making him look (he was certain) like a total moron.

“Good evening, Minerva, Mr. Snape,” the woman said, curtseying slightly

“Good evening, Miss Granger,” Minerva said kindly.

“Please, I’ve told you a hundred times that it’s fine to call me Hermione. I feel like a first year when you call me that!” Hermione laughed, and Severus noticed that her teeth were even and white.

His mind flashed back to his cruel words about her teeth, before, and he hated himself just a bit more than he usually did.

“Old habits die hard, Miss Granger, but I’m sure that there are others who can be more easily persuaded to change their ways,” Minerva replied, a very peculiar smile playing across her lips as she looked at Severus and then looked at Hermione and back to Severus again.

“What?” Severus asked pointedly, glaring at Minerva, who waved mildly and melted away into the crowd, leaving him behind before he could stop her.

“I’m didn’t wish to bother you, Mr. Snape,” Hermione said, turning her bright eyes on him and completely stopping his scowl in its tracks, “but I saw you and I just needed to thank you to your face. You saved my life, you see…and-”

They both abruptly turned towards a horrible screeching sound.

“THERE YOU ARE, SNAPE! THOUGHT YOU COULD ESCAPE, DID YOU!?” screamed Rita Skeeter.

Hermione turned away from him for a moment, placing her body squarely between him and the practically rabid journalist, her hands moving up to rest on her hips.  

And then, an odd thing happened.  

Though Hermione hadn’t made a sound, Rita’s expression went from full of fury to bug-eyed with fear.  Slowly, she backed away and then, when she’d reached the nearest doorway, she turned and practically ran out of the building as fast as her legs could carry her.

Hermione turned back, her face still midway between the intimidating murder-scowl she’d obviously been aiming at Skeeter, but when she finally looked up at him, her face had returned to the almost radiant picture of joy. She had protected him, but not in a way that he’d needed to ask for like some groveling, simpering fool. It filled him with a dangerous, pleasurable warmth and he couldn’t bring himself to look away from her.

“Beautiful,” he breathed out, before he could keep the thought from escaping his lips, and then, “Shite! I mean…the music is…er…beautiful…and…er…I was just going-”

His cheeks burned with embarrassment and he stared up at the cursed clock, which seemed to have only moved a minute or two past the half-hour mark.  Damned thing. Hermione laughed, but it wasn’t a derisive sound. On the contrary, she sounded so merry that he almost joined in.

This was it. He must be going mad.

She held out her hand. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d love to have this dance.  These Ministry functions are so boring, but it looks like you know what you’re doing, and besides, it will pass the time so that we can both get back to our research.”

This got Severus’ attention as he took her hand, leading her back onto the floor as the band began to play a downtempo waltz. “Research?”

“Yes,” Hermione said, mirroring his lead fairly well, though she was obviously about as rusty as he was. “I’m doing research on Ancient Runes and their usage in perpetually renewable charm energy. Unfortunately, there’s not a lot of money in the field even though it’ll be dead useful once I finally get it up and running. Hence my attendance at this pompous affair.”

Severus nearly fell over. It had not occurred to him that anyone other than himself (Minerva, perhaps, but she always enjoyed seeing everyone and was far more social than he would ever be) would feel similarly, much less need the money for ostensibly interesting (although complicated) research projects.  Thinking about his own research made him realize something important.

“So…er…,you mentioned that I…helped you,” Severus said awkwardly. “What, exactly might it have been?”

Hermione smiled mysteriously and Severus felt his heart skip a beat. “I’ll show you if you’d like…when we’re done with this dance.”

Severus swallowed a mysterious lump that seemed to have appeared in his throat, and he willed his palms not to sweat.  The way that she said those words was both seductive and innocuous. It was maddening not to know which it was.

And though he was trying very hard to tell himself otherwise, Severus really, really wanted to find out.

The song ended as soon as the clock struck midnight and Severus blinked rapidly, wondering where the time had gone.

“Thank you, Mr. Snape,” Hermione said, curtsying slightly.

“It’s Severus actually,” he heard himself say.

“Well, then,  Severus-”

“Oi! Mione!”  The slurred speech came from their left and they both turned to see a stumbling, drunken Ron Weasley being held barely upright by a sheepish looking Harry Potter. “G-weh from th’ git thar.”

Hermione let out a huff of exasperation and stomped over to Harry.

“He got into a drinking contest with a centaur,” Harry explained. “She won.”

“She godda mostest perdy trac’s o’ land,” Ron hiccuped. “I wanna ride ‘er like a pony. Coconuts ‘n everythin’…giddyap!”

“I shall forever regret taking him to see Monty Python and the Holy Grail,” Harry groaned. “Mind lending me a hand? I’m about ready to hex him.”

“C’mon, Ron, let’s get you home before you hurt yourself again,” Hermione sighed, her expression beyond exasperated.

It wasn’t until after she’d disappeared into one of the giant floo fireplaces with her two friends that Severus finally realized that he still did not know what she had meant to show him.

Or if he’d ever see her again.

“Come on, Severus,” Minerva said, clapping him heartily on the shoulder, “you’re free to leave now, or did you forget while you were mooning like a lovesick teenager over your dance partner?”

“I was not mooning!” Severus snapped, pulling away from her in a huff.

“Your lovesick expression says otherwise!” Minerva called out from behind him.

“She’s far too young!” Severus shot back. “It’d be disgusting.”

“You know what’s disgusting?” Minerva asked. “People who hide behind faulty logic to avoid their feelings.”

“HAH!” Snape practically yelled. “Perhaps I prefer logic! Logic is safe. Feelings are for dunderheads!”

He finally reached the border of the wards and Apparated away, his ears still burning with embarrassment as they picked up the sound of Minerva’s knowing laughter echoing through the cold night air after him.


“You didn’t have to stay for the after-party to get the monetary incentive for this award,” Minerva mused, handing him a glass of sparkling cider. “And yet here you are. And in some rather new-looking and well-tailored attire at that. Curiouser and curiouser.”

“You do know what they say about curiosity and cats, MInerva,” Severus replied with a sniff.

“Don’t be such a drama queen,” Minerva replied. “You’re merely feeling a bit twitterpated, is all. It’s not the end of the world.”

“That still remains to be seen,” Severus quipped back dryly.

A rather handsome wizard appeared, bowed, and reached out his hand. “May I have this dance, Mademoiselle McGonagall?” he said, his voice thick with a prominent accent.

“Oh, it’s been years since I’ve been a Mademoiselle,” Minerva giggled. “I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for your Miss Granger on the dance floor, Severus.”

“She is not my Miss Granger,” Severus growled irritably.

“That remains to be seen,” Minerva replied with a wave as she was whisked off to the dance floor.

In the end, though he diligently searched for her, she found him again. He turned, trying to force himself not to grin like an idiot when he saw her standing there, her eyes sparkling.

“Hello again,” she said. “Are you…okay?”

“Why do you say that?” he asked.

“You look sort of like you’re in…pain?” She tilted her head slightly and he had to bite his tongue not to make an embarrassing squeeing noise.

“Oh, I’m quite all right,” he managed to grit out, “You know how it is.”

“Actually, I’m glad that we both decided to stick around. I’d hoped we could have another dance.” Hermione blushed and Severus tried to avoid locking his knees. It would not do to keel over in front of her, after all.

“Indeed,” he replied, taking her hand and trying to mirror what he’d seen other wizards with proper etiquette training do.

“I must  admit, I am looking forward to it,” he said, twirling her around gently, not daring to look her in the eye when he said it.

“Oh?” she asked.

“The…thing you mentioned…that I helped you with?” Severus wanted to disappear into his shoes. He’d been practically obsessing about it for the past few weeks, but he’d had very little luck guessing at what it could be.  But what if he was overreacting? Blowing things out of proportion? Hermione seemed to be humoring him with her smile and her sparkling eyes, but what if she-

“Well, while we’re admitting things, I was a bit intimidated by you at first,” Hermione admitted, cutting off Severus’ frenzied thoughts instantly, “but now that I’m talking to you, I feel rather silly about having been afraid.  You’ve definitely changed for the better, Severus.”

Severus could feel his cheeks flushing at the sound of his name. Normally, he disliked how harsh his first name sounded when spoken aloud, but Hermione made it sound beautiful.

“What about your two male cohorts?” Severus asked, trying not to let any overt malice enter his voice. He did not want them to interrupt yet again.

He’d seen the headlines earlier that year regarding the big, public fight that had ensued after Weasley had asked for Hermione’s hand in marriage, and she’d refused politely, citing her desire to continue her studies before settling down. Potter, on the other hand, was determined to force Severus to join his happy family, much to Severus’ dismay.  He sent letters, cards, and even tried to visit his house from time to time.  Severus had become very skilled in the art of pretending that he was never home.

“Oh, they’ve been up in the VIP room for ages,” Hermione replied, gesturing to the stairs that wound up on the side of the room and opened up into some sort of second floor atrium with charmed glass windows that shone brightly with magic so that the people on the other side could see out but no one could see in. “That’s where all the good food is, and they don’t make you dance.”

Severus glared up at the windows, as though he’d be able to see into them if he did so, but they remained opaque.

“Harry has a hard time going out in public without either being assaulted by rabid fans or attacked by people who want to be the one to kill the guy who killed Voldemort.”

Severus winced at the name out of habit though his arm did not actually hurt when she said it, thanks to his patented Cursed Wound Salve.  He’d begun work on it immediately after he’d realized that his cursed snake bite and the faded Dark Mark still had some residual power left in them that left him with debilitating pain, especially when the weather changed.  It had taken him almost a year to perfect it, but after he had finally erased the lingering reminders of the two biggest mistakes of his life, he’d slept soundly ever since.

The song finally ended, and he found himself being led easily by Hermione out to a balcony where they could be alone.

“Don’t worry,” Hermione assured him, “This won’t take long.”

She grinned at him conspiratorily, and before he knew it, he found himself smiling back at her.  This revelation made him blush, which made him feel increasingly out of his depth. Then, she pulled out her wand, warding the doors shut and turning back to him.

Instinctively, Severus felt his fingers itch to curl around his own wand. He didn’t like being backed into a corner without an escape route, even though his bloody heart was shouting at him to shut up and stop being so goddamn suspicious all the time.

“I’m sorry,” Hermione said, noticing his discomfort, “but it was necessary…I don’t want anyone to disturb us.”

She pulled her arm out of her sleeve until she was bare up to her shoulder and showed him the clean flesh on her upper arm. “During the war, Bellatrix tortured me and carved a word with a cursed knife right here, but thanks to your salve, it’s completely gone.  It…it really helped me heal in more than one way.”

Severus immediately felt guilty about all of the amorous thoughts that he’d been harboring.  Here he was, looking at her like a regular letch and she had just wanted to show him how well his potion had worked.

Goddamnit.

“You can touch it if you’d like,” Hermione said, indicating the soft skin on the side of her upper arm.  The way she looked at him was pure sex, and Severus had to stomp on his other foot with one dragonhide boot to refrain from doing as she’d said.

“Actually, I would like to cast a diagnostic spell, if you would let me,” he replied thickly, pulling out his wand and waiting for her reply. The truth was, he didn’t trust himself to touch her. It was too dangerous. It was already dangerous enough to look.

She nodded.

He cast the spell, moving his wand over the length of her arm, marveling at how there was not even a trace of the curse left over. Without thinking, he gently placed his fingers against her skin and ran them over the space she’d indicated earlier.  Her skin was soft and whole.  

“Beautiful,” he breathed again, this time not bothering to apologize.  It was, after all, true.

Hermione let out a soft noise, something between a purr and a sound of agreement. When Severus looked up at her face, he noticed that her pupils had blown wide as she watched his fingers sliding against her supple, silken skin.

“Also,” she said shyly, “I used it on this one as well, and it…well…I hope you don’t mind me showing you…”

This time, she seemed to hesitate before moving to unbutton her plain brown robes down to her waist. Pulling them to the side enough to show a flash of her bra and her sun-kissed skin underneath, Severus inhaled sharply.

The massive scar- the one he’d helped Madam Pomfrey heal after that horrible night in the Hall of Prophecies- it was-

“Gone,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. His fingers reached out as though of their own accord, to touch the space between her breastbone where the thick cord of cursed scar tissue had been. This time, as he traced his fingers against the softness of her skin, she shivered with delight and made a soft panting noise, obviously enjoying his attention.

“You have to understand,” Hermione gasped, “I wanted to write you a letter and leave it at that, but I couldn’t…I had to…I had to see you…let you…”

“Hermione,” Severus bent forward, his breath clouding against Hermione’s cheek, “I…I do not think it is wise for me to keep doing this.”

She angled her head up so that his breath came hot against her lips, which were as flushed as her cheeks. “And why is that, Severus?”

He shivered to hear his name said in such a way. “Because…I…I want to…I…”

Hermione nudged her way upwards until her lips nearly touched his. “But what if I told you that I wanted you to?”

Severus was inordinately glad for the ward on the door behind them as he firmly pressed his lips against her with a moan loud enough to warrant casting a Muffliato for good measure.  Her fingers curled around his hips gently and he sagged into her, letting her pull him against her with a sigh of need. Trailing kisses down her neck, her ran his tongue against the naked skin of her arm in the place that Bellatrix had marked so cruelly.   Hermione kissed him everywhere she could reach as he kissed her, holding her tightly as he did so.  There was something about her that had drawn him in from the beginning, but here, now, it was a lesson in holding back against his overwhelming desire to take her then and there.

Her fingers were sliding down the slight gap around the waist of his trousers and he moaned loudly into her mouth at the pleasure this brought him. Even with his long, imposing robes, he always wore trousers underneath, but at the moment, he was very much regretting having them.

“If we don’t stop soon…it might go too far,” he panted, as she began undoing the buttons at his neck.

“I don’t care,” she replied ardently, “This may be my only chance to see you…to properly…to let you know that I…”

She kissed him firmly and pulled away with great effort. “I’ve read all of your papers. They’re brilliant. Your potion for cursed scars saved my body, but it also saved my mind. I was having flashbacks, nightmares, pain…it was hell.  Anyone who can make such an amazing item and sell it at such a modest fee is someone I can’t help but feel for, especially in light of…everything.”

“Well, then, let me prepare a rebuttal,” Severus replied. “You are gorgeous.” He kissed her nose. “You are kind.” He kissed her cheeks. “You are smart.” He kissed her lips. “And you are a force to be reckoned with.” He kissed her chest above where her heart lay. “I came to this damnable function because I needed to see you again. I would be an utter dunderhead if I walked away from all of that in the name of propriety.”


With that, he kissed her mouth deeply, his mind going blank with pleasure.   Behind them, the clock began to strike midnight and Hermione mewled with delight underneath him.

“Shall we?” Severus asked, pulling away, his wand at the ready.

“Oh, yes, please,” Hermione replied, her eyes half lidded.

His heart hammered in his chest as he grabbed her tightly around the waist and they Disapparated just as the last stroke of midnight faded away.

anonymous asked:

I really want to get back into the habit of writing every day. I mean---I do; I write for my homework, I write in a medical journal, I write rants that I never show anyone else... But I want to get back into writing stories. There's this novel that's been sitting in the back of my brain for months, and I haven't got it on paper yet. I love seeing your little updates of how much you've written each day, but do you have any tips on how to motivate myself and get into the habit of doing the same?

I do! And honestly, posting those little updates is one of them. Nine times out of ten I’m the only one reading them, but posting one every day gives me an extra little kick to get my writing in, especially if I’m not getting started until late in the evening and I’m already about to burn out. Because if I don’t, I have to admit my failure to the internet, and nobody wants to do that. So that’s one idea: make yourself publicly accountable. (Tumblr is just one way to do it, and you’re welcome to jump on the what I wrote today tag if you think that would help!) But this is part of a larger point about making progress, which is that you have a much greater incentive to make progress if you can see that you’re making progress. 

Let me expand: Writing a novel is a long, long commitment. If you have traditional publishing in mind, you’re talking literally three to five years from start to finish. If not traditional publishing, you’re still talking at least a year or two if you have any hopes of producing something truly good that won’t mortify you down the road. That’s daunting. The easiest way I’ve found to get motivated and stay motivated is to have a plan and stick to it. This doesn’t just mean planning to write 500 words or whatever every day, because that’s not enough structure. What I’m talking about is a comprehensive game plan which takes every part of the process into account, all the way from outline to a polished MS. So sit down with a calendar in front of you and ask yourself what amount of time you think you need to get a first draft down on paper. It’s going to depend on how long you think the finished book will probably be, how much time you have to write every day, how your personal outlining process works, and so on. Then set goals, or checkpoints. Maybe you want to have a finished outline by April 1st. Maybe then you can expect to write 1,000 words a day and have your first five chapters by the beginning of May. I don’t know; this is something you have to figure out for yourself. But what’s crucial, in my experience, is having that concrete plan. This is for two reasons: (1) it’s much less daunting to sit down and work  each day if you know exactly what you have to accomplish that day to stay on track and (2) when you do it this way you have tangible proof that yes, you are making progress. And that’s huge. Nothing motivates me to keep writing like the knowledge that every day I’m getting closer to having a finished first draft in my hands.

Now, how you choose to go about doing this is something I can’t really tell you, because everybody’s creative process is different. Personally I know that my first drafts usually come in a little over 100,000 words, but that’s not the only factor. You have to budget time for research, reading (if you’re not reading you have no business writing), and all your other daily obligations. So for me, right now, working with a completed outline, the magic quotient is around 750 words a day on average. For you it may be totally different. You have to find what works. The good news is, there are a lot of tools out there to help you. Here are just a few you can find on this blog:

  • Writer’s Toolbox: A whole bunch of apps and software and freeware to help you write. Find that here
  • Outlining tips: If you’re totally overwhelmed by the concept of outlines and don’t understand how they’re going to help you, I’ve proselytized about that at length here
  • Time management: If you know what you have to write but you’re having trouble staying focused, you’ll find help for that here and here.
  • Motivation: If you’re having trouble staying motivated even after this lengthy post, there’s more advice about that here.
  • General writing advice: You’ll find all that and a bag of chips right here.

I know this is a lot. But writing is one of those things that requires a lot of trial and error and, yes, time. Hopefully some of this, if you take the time to read it, will actually help you to be more productive in the long run. 

Of course, if you have any questions about anything I’ve said here or elsewhere, don’t hesitate to hit the inbox again!

Kidnapped

Word Count: 819

Request by: @i-ship-crazy-crap - I’m not even sure if requests are open, but if they are could I please get one where Sam and Gabriel both have feelings for the reader but she get’s kidnapped and they have to put their rivalry aside to save her?

A/N: Not gonna lie, I hate the way this fic turned out but I’m still posting it because I haven’t uploaded a fic in a while. (I found out that I’m really bad at writing fics that aren’t relationship ones).

You heard loud shouting coming from the kitchen as you slowly made your way down the long corridor of the bunker. Confusion laced its way through your body as you neared closer to the room, wondering why in heaven’s sake someone would be arguing this early in the morning.

Slowly, you pushed open the door to reveal a red-faced Sam angrily shouting something towards an irritated looking Gabriel.

“Yeah, well I’m an archangel. Why would she want you?” Gabriel spat towards Sam.

“Well, maybe she’d like me because I’m not an annoying dick like you!” Sam snapped back.

The tension in the room was high and you kind of wanted to stay hidden to find out more of what they were talking about but instead, you decided to make yourself known.

“Guys?” your quiet voice was barely audible to the boys in the room but instantly grabbed their attention as their heads shot over to you, “Are you guys okay?”

Sam and Gabriel both looked at each other with a livid look which quickly faded when they both looked back at you in the doorway with a slightly scared but concerned look on your face.

“Y/N,” Sam spoke quietly, both his and Gabriel’s heads hung low in shame, “W-what did you hear?”

“Not much, are you guys okay? You kind of woke me up,”

“We’re sorry,” Gabriel spoke sincerely.

“Yeah okay, just keep it down will you?” You murmured whilst leaving, not bothering to listen anymore to what they had to say as you slowly made your way back to bed.

As soon as the door shut to the kitchen you could hear them begin shouting at each other again, simply you sighed and continued to your bedroom.

I wonder what they were arguing about, it seemed kind of heated, maybe I should go back and see if they wanted any-

Quickly you were pulled out of your thoughts when a hand wrapped its way around your throat, grasping on tightly and pulled you backwards. You let out a jagged scream as the familiar sick feeling of being transported to a different place overcome your body. Suddenly, you looked up to see you were tied tightly in a chair by all sorts of chains and ropes in a dimly lit (what seemed to be abandoned) room. You let out a slight sob as the door to the room creaked open and in walked a demon with eyes as dark as night.


Instantly both Sam and Gabe’s heads shot up as they heard the loud screech which came from your bedroom. They shared a worried look before running as fast as they could into your room only catching a slight glimpse of your frail body with a dark figure’s arms wrapped tightly around your throat and mouth before you disappeared into thin air.

“Y/N,” Sam called out and tried to grasp onto you but it was too late.

Slowly, he turned back to Gabriel with a look of terror on his face yet Gabriel simply grasped onto his shoulder and they were in the front of the abandoned house.

Gabriel simply sighed before turning towards Sam

“Look, if we’re going to save Y/N we’re going to have to work together. There’s a whole bunch of demons in there and I hate to say it but I’m gonna’ need your help. You in?” Gabriel placed his hand out looking kind of annoyed at the situation he was in.

“I’m in.” Sam took Gabe’s hand and gave it a slight shake before they both turned towards the door, looks of determination were on both of their faces.


Tears ran down your face as the demon neared closer to you, his dirty fingers dragged their way over your cheeks shushing you and wiping away your tears.

Suddenly, hope ran its way through your entire body when you heard Gabriel’s voice ‘Don’t worry hon, we’re coming’. Almost immediately afterwards, the door to the room was bust in and there stood Gabriel and Sam, blood over their entire bodies as if they had just taken on an army.

“Adios,” Gabe spoke before clicking his fingers, the demon behind you then instantly exploding and your restraints being loosened.

The boys quickly made their way over to your now shaking body, Gabriel picking you up bridal style into his arms and Sam tucking away stray hairs from your face around your ears as the 3 of you were flown back home courtesy of Gabriel.

Extreme tiredness washed over your body when Gabe placed you down in your bed and laid a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Sam… Gabe…” You managed to murmur out in your tired state, “I-I love you guys.”

And with that Sam and Gabriel left the room giving each other a mutual nod which stated that they no longer wanted to fight but simply do everything in their power to keep you safe and happy.

Out & Proud

It was all Adam’s fault, really. He’d seen the leaflet in the cafe and got it in his stupid head that it would be fun to go. Which is how Robert found himself covered in glitter and paint and carrying loads of free tat like he was at a children’s party. Only he wasn’t. He was at Hotten Pride.
If Robert was being honest with himself, amongst all the cheap tacky stands and the… overdramatic nature of the whole event, he wasn’t having the worst time. He’d never be an eccentric character but he got it, the whole community thing. It felt nice to know that he was surrounded by people like him, people that understood him. He felt almost… proud to be who he was, in the way he only felt around Aaron, but it was even stronger than that. It was a “fuck you” to Jack, a symbol of everything his dad had hated. If he wasn’t already dead, he’d have dropped dead on the spot at the sight of Robert here, glitter in his hair and a bi flag painted on his cheek, holding his husband’s hand, matching rings sparkling in the golden sunlight.
Said husband was frantically looking for Adam, who’d sent an SOS text minutes before, claiming to be being chatted up by a bunch of bearded guys and being asked to join their meet-ups. Robert highly doubted Adam was that desirable, but naturally, when Adam asks for help, Aaron comes running. He supposes it was probably for the best, Aaron was getting restless and Robert was getting horny- they would be certainly making use of all those free condoms from the stand they “accidentally” kept walking past- so it was likely time to be getting back. Robert was surprised Adam hadn’t been with the drag queens, he was that sort of… eccentric type who would end up being roped into their parade. On second thoughts, Robert HAD seen someone who looked awfully like Adam on one of the floats earlier…
When they eventually managed to catch up with Adam, rather conveniently the bearded guys had disappeared “to get beers”. Robert couldn’t hide the smirk on catching Adam out in his lie. Adam could talk for hours, Robert had always known that, but he’d been having so much… he’d been so busy that he’d forgotten just how annoying it was. He was certain not even a fraction of the stories Adam was telling was true, not that he’d been overly listening. Aaron was enthralled, though, so Robert settled on staring at his husband’s animated face. He liked nothing more than seeing Aaron happy.
Robert was so busy staring that he didn’t notice Adam sniggering at the flag painted on his face. He was brought back down to earth with a bump, remembering not everywhere was like pride, he would never be able to be himself without judgement. That being said, he expected better from Adam flipping Barton, given who his best friend was. Robert was all ready to lash out, when Aaron touched his arm and glared at Adam. God, Robert loved him.
Quickly changing the subject, Adam asked what they’d been doing. Well, having decided to sod off 20 minutes after they arrived, he wouldn’t know. The cheek of him, dragging them along against their will and then abandoning them as soon as he’d got them there. He could hardly blame Adam, they’d been lost in their own world, as Aaron and Robert tended to do, but Robert wouldn’t be telling anyone he was feeling even slightly sympathetic towards Adam.
Aaron muttered something about grabbing beers and heading down the pub, could hardly tell Adam that they’d found a corner of the green near the stage and made out all afternoon while live music had played behind them. Robert was certain they’d never live it down, and he wasn’t prepared to give Adam Barton any sort of leverage. Adam threw a look as though he knew Aaron was lying, but let it go. Robert was certain that was a story to be picked up at the scrapyard the next day.
“Rob, eh, not quite out and proud yet then? Still, there’s always next year, mate!”
Maybe that was true, maybe he wasn’t dancing on the tables or dressing up and taking part in parades, but he felt an acceptance he’d never felt before, so maybe Adam had the right idea after all.
And if Robert had bought a pen with a bi flag on the end of it, and if he kept it inside his bedside drawer for when he wasn’t feeling so good about himself, well, then nobody had to know.

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50cyg  asked:

Taiyama for the send me a ship prompt post, if you haven't been asked yet :)

send me a ship and I’ll tell you…

who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter

You know this reminds me of that one time I was shitposting twitter…and I thought it’d be funny if Yamato was the big bad wolf. And instead of Taichi being little red riding hood, he was the lumberjack that bursts through the door at the of the day. And Yamato is like “…hot damn I went after the wrong person” lol, that’s kinda like a werewolf/hunter thing right?

Tbh if Taichi was the werewolf and Yamato was the hunter…I also think it could be pretty funny. xD Yamato would be super serious about hunting down all werewolves, and then Taichi is like, “You know I understand you got like a vengeance thing going on. But I just found Scooby snacks are real so let’s pause this fight for like 25 minutes while I run to the store and get some.” 

“I’m holding a shotgun with silver bullets at your skull and you’re thinking of Scooby snacks??” 

“I can get you some–” 

“I don’t want any!” 

And idk after Yamato winds down they can be like buddies and they are usually fine with each other and if Taichi gets too rowdy Yamato just pets him behind the ear and calms him down lol

who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman

Yamato would make the prettiest mermaid…it’s very hard for me to think about it the other way around. 

Especially if Taichi was like, the most typical fisherman there is lol I’m talking vinyl coveralls and those super thick gloves to handle big fish and everything. Lol, he has a small boat and just sells what he can to trading ports to sustain his lifestyle and that’s it. 

When he sees Yamato stuck in his fishing net, of course Taichi is hella shocked lol. He tries to return Yamato back to sea right away, but Yamato’s tail was injured pretty badly. So Taichi takew him back to his house and fills the tub immediately and tries to help Yamato heal as fast as he can. Cue the disney styled romance after that. 

who’s the witch and who’s the familiar

Lol they are both witches but Yamato is better at spell casting than Taichi. So any time Taichi is being too annoying, Yamato turns him into an animal and Taichi is stuck like that for a while lol. Anyone who comes by thinks that Yamato has a special way with animals (as he turns Taichi into whatever he feels like) and needless to say they get surprised whenever the little fuzzy cat on Yamato’s shoulder is actual a person. 

who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict

@pikkachan once drew this kind of AU once. You can see the comic strip here. It’s cute :P

But tbh, I would like it if Taichi is the barista and Yamato’s the coffee addict. But Yamato isn’t just a normal patron of the coffee shop. Oh no. Yamato always has a guitar strapped to his back, orders the same black coffee with no sugar or cream and gingerly sips it cold as he strums and hums in the crook next to the window. 

Which pisses off Taichi. Because the pretty blond boy keeps playing acoustic versions of popular songs where everyone can see him– so a bunch of people keep showing up at the coffee shop causing a crazy rush at three in the afternoon! Oh every time Taichi sees Yamato’s golden blond hair from across the street he just starts cursing under his breath. Why does this hipster guitarist keep showing up on his shift?? How come Taichi is always the one taking his order and having to hand him his extra bitter coffee?? And why does he always stare at Taichi as if that’s gonna compel him to give him stellar customer service! Lol well once Taichi learns the reason why he can’t look at mystery guitar man the same way again.

who’s the professor and who’s the TA

I’m not the biggest fan of these kinds of AU’s. But Yamato can be the professor and Taichi can be the TA. Especially if Yamato didn’t really think Taichi would be a serious student when he met him. And he was correct, Taichi is a little absentminded with his studies. But doesn’t mean he isn’t passionate about the material :D 

who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)

Oh I had this AU in my drafts for a while….well idk when I’m gonna write it so I don’t think it’s that big of a deal if I share. 

Yamato is the prince and Taichi is the knight. While Yamato’s has the royal family’s blood flowing in his veins, Taichi’s family has been nobility serving in the royal guard for generations. Because Taichi and Yamato are similar in age, they were close while growing up. And as Taichi excelled in his studies of combat and strategy, it was obvious that Taichi would serve as Yamato’s sword when they’d get older. 

During their teens, Yamato adjusts well enough to expectation that is placed on him. Taichi doesn’t though. He starts to rebel, and starts losing interest in his family’s customs and traditions. Taichi finds himself wanting to live life away from the castle and its kingdom as he learns more about the world around him. 

Taichi comes to Yamato one night and tells him about how he’s wants to run away and travel the world and stuff. And while Yamato knows of how unhappy Taichi is, he also doesn’t want the one person he really cares about (outside of his little brother of course) to leave. 

Taichi promises that if Yamato ever needed him, no matter where he is he’ll always rush to be back by Yamato’s side. And with that Yamato lets him go. It’s not till years later when they’re all grown up that they meet each other again :P

who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent

Taichi is the single parent and Yamato is the teacher. As Taichi’s son gets older, he also starts loosing interest in hanging out with his dad. This of course bothers Taichi, and as much as he knows that he should give his son space–he also is very lonely!! Taichi is very upset that his little boy is growing up and he feels like it is happening to fast. lol needless to say, Taichi starts getting whiny whenever his son doesn’t want to spend time with him. 

When his son says he wants to take the guitar lessons  after school. Taichi says yes without thinking its a big deal. When Taichi’s son comes back completely enamored by his super cool new music teacher, Taichi is no longer okay with it. One day he stops by these music lessons just to see who the hell this guy even is. And if Taichi wasn’t so proud and a single dad who loves his son dearly–he probably would admit that Yamato is kind of cool. 

who’s the writer and who’s the editor

Yamato is the editor who is so sick of Taichi skipping past security to barge into his office to give him “His best story yet!” Yamato just doesn’t get paid enough to deal with shit like this. 

OK so last year I came up with a silly historical High School AU with 4 historical queens being roommates in college, I wanted to actually do something with it so here are some updated character descriptions? They’re still subject to change/tweaking but I really want to draw more of this sometime lol

Elizabeth 1: (Bess, Freckles) Major: History | Aro/Ace, 18

Witty, sarcastic and headstrong: Elizabeth doesn’t beat around the bush. Fiercely independent and determined, her impeccable organisation skills keep the others in check (she’s the one who came up with the dorm cleaning rota). A member of the student council as well as a keen horserider, Elizabeth excels at whatever she sets her mind to, although the idea of romantic relationships has her sprinting for the hills. She can come across as a little cold and intimidating to those who don’t know her well, but once you’ve scratched her surface she’ll be one of the best (and most loyal) friends you’ve ever made. It took the other girls a while to get used to her sense of humour and accent, but now they couldn’t imagine a day without her.

Nefertiti (Effy) Major: Theology | Bi, 17

Literally everyone turns their heads in the hallway when Nefertiti walks past - not only is she ridiculously cool but she could literally saunter to class in pyjamas with no makeup and still look better than everyone else there. She can be pretty outspoken with views and opinions that go against the status quo, but she sticks by her guns and laughs off whatever backlash may arise from her latest article or blog post. Adventurous and a little unconventional, she’s often found wandering around museums or taking a keen interest in her roommates’ cultures – after all, Egypt’s always been a melting pot of diversity due to its location. She’s also got a bit of a wild streak and tends to go out almost every night, yet still makes it to all her morning classes on time.

Marie-Antoinette (Frenchie, Madame Deficit) Major: Liberal Arts | Pan, 17

If anyone knows how to throw a good party, it’s this girl. Constantly shopping online and leaving her clothes shamelessly strewn all over the place, Marie is the life and soul of the crew. When she’s not socialising or spending money like there’s no tomorrow you can usually find her updating the dorm’s Spotify playlist, braiding her roomies’ hair, rearranging the ever-growing photo collages on her wall or reading endless fashion blogs. Marie may be a bit of a drama queen (okay, a HUGE drama queen) but she’s a heck of a lot of fun to hang out with and never fails to cheer her girls up when they’ve had a rough day. Plus, she’s got a huge wardrobe so if you’re ever stuck for something to wear she’s the person to go to!

Borte (Bee) Major: International Relations | Het, 18

Borte may be petite but can pack a serious punch. A lover of the outdoors, you can usually find her partaking in just about every sport imaginable or riding with Elizabeth on the weekends as they both adore horses. Borte has incredible patience (they say her boyfriend’s pretty fiery, after all) and often finds herself mediating when Elizabeth and Marie have screaming matches about petty things. She prefers to keep the dorm temperature cool like the Mongolian steppe, leading to passive-aggressive fights in the first week over the thermostat with Nefertiti who misses the warm Egyptian sun (Marie eventually gave Borte a fan and lent Nefertiti a bunch of her designer scarves, so it’s all good now).  She’s calm, tolerant and collected most of the time, but strike a bad nerve or diss her roommates and you’re 110% finished.

anonymous asked:

I graduated from a not so known art school a year ago and haven't had much luck getting jobs. I'm looking to get into boarding and feel like I've tried everything but it seems almost impossible. Any advice other than go to figure drawing, watch movies, etc. or is that really all there is to it? Thanks!

Hey!  sorry I didn’t respond so soon, I was a bit busy and didn’t have time to get on Tumblr these last couple days.  Anyways, I’m just gonna dump a bunch of random stuff here in hopes that some of it gives you a better picture of how things work and what you need to think about.

first off, there was a post Dan Krall made a little while back I remember seeing and I think this is a good read for anyone trying to get in the business regardless of what you’re doing (story, vis dev, animation, etc).  If you haven’t read it yet, go check it out!  

his post pretty much covers in a better way what I’d say in terms of what you need to do to get a job.  

I’m just basing the rest of this off your question which I interpreted as you having trouble just getting into storyboarding and improving in general.  The bit about jobs I’ll leave to Dan’s article and other people to cover for now as I don’t want this to be a crazy man’s essay.  

things to do or keep in mind.  (In my humble opinion)

1) Lots of practice.

I didn’t really have a class that required me to storyboard anything until my 4th year at school.  So I started pretty late as far as actually doing anything goes.  But during my first semester 4th year, I was probably boarding a story every week.  And during class my teacher would give us a bunch of random words and statements and make us board a story using them in 30 minutes.  So in that aspect, my teacher really just helped me kick up a lot of work as well as got me more into a mode of being ready to just take whatever is given and run with it.  I’d say this is something I’d recommend most people who want to get into boarding to try and do.  I was talking with some other story artists at work who recalled doing similar things when training or in school and it’s pretty much unanimously hated.  But just power through and force yourself to do it.  It’s just like exercise!

Life drawing and studying movies is very good.  I don’t do that stuff nearly as much as I should and I’m trying to get back to that.  But keep in mind that all that stuff is only to help you with the concepts and practical parts.  Practicing and boarding stuff on your own is what’s gonna make any of that stuff useful.  There are great life drawers and great composition makers, but that’s not really all storyboarding is.  I could go into more detail I guess but I think you’ll understand the more you do it.  There’s more to it than just being able to draw a guy and knowing what a dutch angle is you know?  There’s character and being able to make things entertaining and stuff.

2) Be as entertaining as you can. 

Lots of boards, mine included have a habit of being kind of boring.  And it’s kind of the challenge to make it interesting and entertaining.  Don’t just board people talking, nobody wants to see 50 panels of you flipping back from one over the shoulder shot to the next.  That kind of stuff is a good way to make someone looking at your stuff to tune out and glaze over your work.  Always try to visually show things and don’t rely on dialogue to drive the story.

Don’t always stay with your first idea.  It probably wasn’t the most original way to handle your problem.  Try and always take some time to rethink things and usually you can come up with another more unique/interesting solution.

3)  Be yourself

This is mainly my own opinion but personally, I think it’s a bad idea to go about trying to do something because you think that’s what will get you a job or whatever it is you’re trying to get.  It’s a little… too ideal of a thought maybe.  I understand the importance of getting a job or whatever.  But I also feel like making things you would actually like to watch and things that mean something to you is the best way to get somewhere.  I don’t mean do the opposite of what you think you’re supposed to do.  Rather, don’t cater so much to what you think is gonna get you in.  To me, that’s the easiest way to make something boring and I think it probably translates similarly to the people reviewing portfolios.  Studios probably don’t want a watered down copy of what they’ve already got.  You have different tastes and different ideas, and that’s what makes you special.  Not everyone is gonna like your stuff and I think that’s totally fine.  Don’t stress about it and don’t take it personal.  The people who like what you do and what you have to offer are probably going to be the people you want to work with anyways.

lastly,

4) Ask for help

I’ve found that asking people for opinions and advice can really help you get by obstacles and problems when you’re stuck.  Getting a second and third opinion is always good.  You’ll get ideas and insight you probably wouldn’t have thought of simply because you have a completely different brain now thinking about the same problem.  Don’t hesitate just because you think it’s cheating or taking away from the work being yours.

It’s a fine line though so don’t go making changes for every suggestion.  Learn to filter everything and decide which ideas work and which don’t.  This is mainly important because with more opinions, the original idea can start to change and sometimes when you listen to too much advice you’ll find you lost something along the way that was kind of the soul of what you were going for.  Just be careful for that.  There’s lots of good ideas but not all of them are compatible.  If you ask 10 people what they think about your work, there’s a strong temptation to take all the elements and ideas you liked from them and cram them into one thing.  Turns out, it doesn’t usually work.  Pick and choose.

hmmm…. that’s all I can think of right now.  Sorry if it’s a bit long or if the thoughts are a bit vague and scattered.  I’m still trying to figure stuff out myself but I hope some of that gibberish helped!