i need october to get here

The college application process is without a doubt the most stressful time in all four years of high school. Here’s my advice on getting through it:

  • First of all, if you’re reading this as a freshman or even a sophomore, calm down. You do not need to be worrying about college yet. So many things can change between now and your senior year, any plans you make now likely won’t be the same then. I didn’t even know what schools I was applying to until I applied to them. I thought I knew for sure what school I was attending until I was accepted into the school I actually ended up attending. Just focus on doing well in school and having fun, then cross that bridge when you get there.
  • Begin researching schools after junior year ends. Junior year is notorious for being the worst one of the four in high school. The work is ridiculously difficult, the pressure is insane, and standardized testing is exhausting. After it’s over, you will have the taken the majority of the classes that will appear on your transcript, you’ll have your ACT/SAT results, and you should now have a good idea of what schools are within your range. Maybe your GPA tanked and you didn’t do as well on the SAT as you thought, so your former match schools are now reaches. Maybe you managed a 3.9 GPA and a 35 on the ACT, so your reaches are well within reason. Summer before my senior year, I (thought I) knew what I wanted to do and began looking for universities that offered me that. 
  • Be open-minded. I’ve seen lots of students get into the mindset of “these are the schools I want to go to, these are the ones I’m applying to, and that’s final”. Don’t be stubborn. If you find a school you’d never heard of before, but it has a really great program in your field of study and a beautiful campus, add it to your list. It can be scary to venture into the unknown when you’ve had your heart set on going to the same university for your whole life, but you never know what could happen. That school you just discovered could turn out to be your dream school. Your list of prospectives is live, meaning it can change. Welcome those changes with open arms.
  • Apply to your dream school! Going into senior year, I planned to apply to one school. Yeah, that’s right. One single school. It was a state school with guaranteed admission and I thought that I would save myself the time, stress, and money of getting rejected from other universities. For some reason, I genuinely thought I had no chance of getting into any school with an acceptance rate of less than 50%. Thank god my parents made me apply to Vanderbilt University, which had always been my dream school. One day, completely expecting to get rejected, I got my acceptance email from Vandy, and now I’m starting my second year there in August. All of this to say, again, you literally never know what’s going to happen. “But my grades/extra-curriculars/test scores aren’t good enough!” There were plenty of people in my class with better stats than me in all of those categories that got rejected from Vanderbilt. There’s no rhyme or reason to college admissions. Apply to that reach school, and keep your expectations in check, but you could be pleasantly surprised.
  • Have multiple safeties. At least two. My safeties were two state schools with guaranteed admission so I knew I’d have somewhere to go in the fall. If you can’t find somewhere with guaranteed admission, find a school with admission averages that you exceed by a lot. I know this seems like obvious advice, but I know of quite a few people, both at my high school and online, who got rejected from literally all the schools they applied to. Those who had a safety went to the safety. Those who didn’t have a safety went no where. Don’t be in that second group. Have safeties, and be prepared to attend them.
  • Don’t procrastinate. Another piece of advice that might seem obvious, but trust me, you’re going to be tempted. Senioritis is real and you aren’t going to want to do anything, especially if it’s not for a grade. Luckily for me, my AP lit teacher required us to turn in our admissions essay as an assignment in September, so I had mine done way ahead of time. If you don’t have a teacher to hold you accountable, you have to do it yourself. Start your essays as early as possible and edit them over the weeks before the deadline. Ask for your rec letters at the end of junior year before summer break. Make sure you have all your deadlines written down and get all your paperwork in order early. There will be plenty of people spending their Christmas and New Years finishing college apps that are due the next day. Don’t be one of them. You’ll save yourself a lot of stress.
  • Stay organized. I saw a studyblr post where someone made an excel sheet comparing all their prospective schools, with categories like size of campus, tuition, type of housing, etc. I did that and it was a great way to keep track of everything. I also put all the essays needed for the application as well as when they were due, so I could easily see what I had left to do. I highly recommend doing this: here is a template you can use to get started. Even if you don’t decide to do this, use your own method to keep on top of all your application work. It can easily get lost beneath your schoolwork or other things you have to do. Make sure it doesn’t!
  • Keep yourself busy. The waiting to hear back from schools after submitting your apps is the worst. It’s torturous. I submitted my applications in October/November, and didn’t start getting decisions until March. That leaves all of winter to be nervous. The only way you’ll get through it is to not think about it. Focus on school, get a job, enjoy your last season of a school sport, just stay busy to keep yourself distracted or else it will be the longest few months of your life. Take a mental break from anything college-related until the good news starts rolling in.
  • Prepare yourself for disappointment. Rejection is never fun, it’s never easy. You might think you’re going to be fine, but it hits you harder than you think. When I got my first rejection, from Georgia Tech, I cried. I didn’t even want to go to Georgia Tech. But I felt like I wasn’t good enough, and therefore I wouldn’t get into any other school. The whole reason I wanted to apply to just one school was to avoid that feeling. If only I had known that my dream school would accept me just a couple weeks later. It’s going to be tough seeing everyone around you get into their first choice school while you’re receiving rejections, deferrals, or waitlists. What you have to remember is that everything happens for a reason. That rejection means that wasn’t the school for you. You will end up where you are supposed to be. 

The application process is grueling and stressful, but also very rewarding. Stick through it and it will all be worth it. Up next in the University Advice series: choosing/changing your major. If you have any other ideas for topics you want to see covered, please let me know!

Next post: Choosing/Changing Major Advice

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MODEST needs your help- Emergency Commission” October edition

I don’t have money anymore.. i can’t pay my doctors + i am saving money bc i wanna get out of here (i am not in the best situation i guess …i just really need to move out of my parents house and find my own pace)

commission info:

  • you need to provide me with some references  
  • i can draw anything you want (gore is welcome)
  • If you are interested message me here (or on my e-mail: virus.shimada@gmail.com)
  • peyment before i strart drawing (only via PayPal)
  • don’t be afraid of asking questions

reblogs are welcome (thay can help a lot)
tips are very welcome ❤

thank a lot in advance :3

MODEST.

Halloween 1992

When I was 12 years old, I was gearing up for an awesome Halloween out with my friends. At that time, it was still relatively safe for kids to go combing neighborhoods in search of candy and treats without a lot of parental supervision. Times have certainly changed now but after this incident, I’m not sure I’d ever want my kids out alone at night especially on Halloween.

Cider Mill Road was long and scattered with a lot of houses. It was an area that was kind of known to be spooky mainly because there was an old house at the end which had lots of swirling ghost stories. I had heard many childhood whispers and legends. It was an apple orchard years ago and the slaves had been brutally murdered. The original owner had hung himself at the top of the staircase. There were so many stories but all the town kids were enamored by the house. We would ride bikes by the house in hopes of catching a glimpse into it’s history. We were all certain it was filled with all sorts of paranormal delights.

After trick or treating for several hours and almost reaching the end of Cider Mill Road, a friend suggested we go knock on the door of the house and see if anyone answered. We knew an old woman lived there by the last name of Murphy. No one ever saw her out much but she had inherited the property and had lived there for probably fifty years. It was a big house especially for one person. I always thought it had to be lonely to be unmarried, no children and living in such a big old run down house. My dad called it “decayed gentry” although I had no idea what that meant.

The driveway winded up through the orchard which lay sprawling in front of the house. No one tended to the apples anymore and so most of them lay rotting on the ground which by October was more of a rotting stench than an apple fragrance.

“Hey, you go up and ring the bell,” Jessica told me.

I shrugged, “I’m not going by myself.”

“Take Olivia with you,” she said.

Olivia shook her head, “I don’t think so. It’s getting late. I need to get home.”

Jessica grabbed our hands, “We’ll all go together.”

“It smells bad,” Olivia said. “I don’t want to go up there.”

I agreed, “Yeah the apples stink. If an old woman lives here she might already be in bed. She probably doesn’t want trick or treaters.”

“She doesn’t even have a front porch light on.” Olivia said, “Universal sign for leave me alone.”

“You guys are such chickens! Come on. It’s Halloween! Let’s just do this and then when we go to school on Monday and tell everyone what happened we’ll be the coolest kids in class.”

Much to my dismay, we were being led further up the dark gravel driveway to the dilapidated mansion at the top of the hill. Olivia had some neon glow stick bracelets which was the only light we were able to see with because it was pitch black and we didn’t have flash lights. It had been a fairly cloudy night although it was almost a full moon. We had only had glimpses of moonlight the entire night. none of us thought ahead to bring any light sources.

When we reached the top of the hill where the house was positioned, I got a cold chill. I was shaking. I don’t know if it was the temperature outside or the fact that I was frightened but my teeth were slightly chattering.

The three of us approached the house and climbed up onto the porch. Jessica pushed me forward, “Ring the doorbell.” She was whispering.

“I don’t to ring the bell,” I said.

She pushed me again, “Just do it.”

I stepped forward. My eyes had began to adjust to the darkness and I could see the door in front of me with elaborate stand glass. Although my hand was shaking, I reached for the bell. I pressed it.

Immediately, Jessica and Olivia start giggling and screaming. They take off running, leaving me standing on the porch. I heard a noise from inside the house. I darted off the porch. I tripped over my witch’s dress and fell face first on the grass. My pumpkin shaped bucket filled with candy spilled onto the ground but I was too scared to bother with it. I threw the bucket down, trying to see my way to the drive, but it was dark. I could hear the girls giggling in the distance somewhere ahead of me.

“Those bitches,” I mumbled under my breath.

My feet hit the gravel on the road. My heart was pounding. Why was I so scared? I was on the road now and away from the house. I was in a safe place. The old woman was probably in bed. She hadn’t even opened the front door. I told myself not to be afraid I was fine now. We were just being dumb kids.

I had slowed from a sprint down. I was breathing heavily but slowed down to a walk. I could make out headlights down Cider Mill so I knew I was not far from the road. Those girls would be waiting down there at the end for me. I’d give them a piece of my mind. “Shit,” I said in a low voice, “stupid girls.”

When all of a sudden, out of nowhere, two hands were grabbing at my chest from behind. Something was pulling me. I let out a scream.

Something had me. I could hear it snarling and hissing as it pulled me. I tried fighting it off. It was dragging me over to the side of the driveway. I could see the outline of an apple tree in the moonlight. I could smell that rotting stench.

I was only 12 but I was fighting as hard as I could. I was screaming and yelling, “HELP ME!”

I tried hitting the arms off me. I was as combative as I possibly could be feeling like I was fighting for my life.

Whoever had me was not letting go. I felt sharp nails digging into my chest while it was pulling me toward the apple trees. “WHO ARE YOU? LET ME GO!”

The clouds must have moved away from the moon because for a moment again the moonlight was shining down illuminating the orchard around me. Thats when I caught a glimpse.

What had its arms around me was an old hag. A woman but she was old and looked half dead. She had flesh that looked like it was also rotting away from her face. She was still gurgling and snarling.

I managed to twist myself lose and the second I did I felt her sharp nails on my back but I took off running. I ran through the orchard dodging trees. I felt the disintegrating apples squishing and oozing under my feet. At one point, I slipped and fell into a pile of the mush. I finally made my way to the gravel and did not stop until I was at the main road.

Of course my asshole friends were posted up waiting for me but the minute they saw me bolting by they did not laugh.

I was in shock. Somehow we managed to get to a neighbor’s house where the person called my parents to come pick me up. My friends explained what had happened and how they’d left me at the house.

I had scratch marks on both my chest and back from the incident. My parents decided we needed to call the police and make a report. The cops thought it was probably just a Halloween prank, probably some teenagers trying to scare me. We ended up getting a huge lecture from the cop and our parents.

The next day was a Sunday. I was still really terrified about what had happened and was adamant it was not just some teenage kids messing with us. I kept telling my parents over and over that it was something else. My mom finally told me it was enough and over with and we didn’t need to rehash it again.

By early evening, I had settled into being a bit calmer about the whole thing when the phone rang. My dad answered and after a few minutes of “Yes, I see” and “I understand.” He came into the den where I was piled up watching television. My Mom was sitting her chair reading a book. She looked up at my dad who was kinda pale.

“What is it George?” She asked.

He looked at us both with astonishment and said, “That was Deputy Richardson from last night. He went over to do a welfare check on Mrs Murphy after they couldn’t reach her last night for questioning. It turns out Mrs. Murphy was dead inside her house the whole time. Apparently, the coroner says he estimates roughly that she probably died back in August. He says they still have no signs of anyone else being at the house last night. The house had not been broken into or anything. The only thing they found outside was your bucket of candy which was all over the ground just like you said.”

“Honey, didn’t you say it was an old woman who grabbed you?” Mom asked horrified.

Friends With Benefits: Bill Skarsgard... Chapter 3 (NSFW)

Originally posted by eyesofwolf94

The next day we set out together, it was pretty early, around 6am.

Bill was driving, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the centre console.

“I hate this job sometimes, can’t be dealing with these early starts.” He yawned, running a hand down his face.

I laughed to myself, glancing out the window as we drove down the highway towards the location, which happened to be a large warehouse in LA, where both of us resided.

“You literally sound like a sixteen year old boy, when infact you’re twenty six and still moaning like a little bitch.”

Bill turned to glare at me momentarily before focusing on the road ahead, with a small pout on his lips.

“I woke up a whole hour before you, made us both coffee, sat and watched you put your face on, and then proceeded to carry your heavy ass make up kit down three flights of stairs.” He exclaimed, only causing me to laugh louder.

“I think you’ll find you also woke me up at the same time because you couldn’t keep it in your pants.”

Bill chuckled too, grinning at the thought of this mornings activities.

“Wanna stop for a quick coffee? I’ll literally fall asleep on set if we don’t and if you’re doing my make up, I don’t want any mistakes from you dozing off.” He joked, biting his lip at me.

I nodded, his comment recieving another roll of the eyes from myself. We definitely needed coffee if we were hoping to conquer a 12 hour day, with hardly any breaks.

Bill grinned in triumph, knocking up the stereo in the car.

I raised my eyebrows at what was playing, his phone was connected to the car.

“Dirty dancing? Really?”

“What? It’s a brilliant film, Patrick Swayze was almost as good at acting as me!”

“You’re so up your own backside.” I chortled.

Bill continued to drive down the highway until we reached a Starbucks, it was located around 20 minutes from the set and we had about forty minutes to spare.

He threw his Ray Ban wayfarers on his face, opening the door of his black volvo XC60 for me, taking my hand and helping down from the vehicle.

“You know, you’re gonna be in shit if you do things like that for me and you get papped. They’ll post the pictures and people will start thinking we’re dating, when it couldn’t be further from that.” I commented, grabbing my wallet and also throwing my sunglasses on.

“Let people speculate.” He shrugged, locking the car.

I shook my head at his careless attitude, the last thing we needed was gossip clouding our names.

I pulled my biker jacket closer to my body, it was getting colder here, with it being mid October.

Starbucks was pretty empty, seeing as it with still early, so Bill and I basically had the place to ourselves.

He paid for my vanilla latte and for his americano, we took a booth towards the back of the shop, removing both our sunglasses.

“Why are you wearing all black? You literally look like you have a date with a satanic cult.” Bill playfully said, sipping his coffee.

“You’re a fucking asshole and this is my uniform, you know that.” I retorted, looking down at my dark attire that consisted of a black biker jacket, black long sleeved t-shirt that was distressed, skin tight black jeans and some converse. The only piece of colour happened to be my gold Michael Kors watch, which Bill had gotten me for my 20th birthday two months ago.

“What time do you think we’ll be done today?” Bill yawned once again.

“Not until atleast six or seven tonight.” I sighed, taking the last gulp of my coffee.

“Kevin seems like he has a right stick shoved up his ass, treats everyone like shit.” He muttered, placing his empty paper cup down on the wooden table.

Kevin was the director of a new TV show that Bill had a main role in, he had a very distasteful personality and somedays you honestly just wanted to punch him in the face. Luckily, they had almost finished filming the show and it only had a few more scenes before it could be wrapped up and edited.

I glanced at my watch, cringing at the time.

“We need to go, I don’t want Kevin on our backs.” I groaned, sitting up from my chair and stretching, Bill did the same, throwing back on his sunglasses as did I.

The rest of the journey was peaceful, with the sound of quiet music and the slight echoing of Bill’s fingers tapping on the steering wheel.

Bill pulled into his designated space on the set and I could tell he was mentally preparing himself for the long, hard day ahead, because so was I.

He helped me get my make up kit out of his car, placing it on the floor and pulling the handle up, ready for me to pull along onto set.

“You two! Get ready, filming starts in an hour! Mya, I need you to get started on extras make up, let’s go!” And with the demands of Kevin who had just spotted us, we shot eachother a look.

“You better go, or you’ll be late for your date with darkness.” Bill commented, motioning to my outfit again.

“I swear to god, I will floor you.”

“How about you floor me at say… lunch time? Perhaps in my trailer…” He smirked.

I let out a small laugh, shaking my head and grabbing my kit, walking away without another word to Bill.

The morning passed by slower than I’d have liked, all I wanted was some food and a nice, cold glass of water.

It had been non stop already, Kevin had completely underestimated the amount of make up and hairstylists he’d need, I’d done nothing all morning but top up extras make up and run around after Kevin.

I hadn’t really had the chance to speak to Bill, he’d messaged me a few times while he’d had the chance but they were only silly texts and him begging me to meet him at his trailer come lunch.

And when lunch came I knew he expected nothing but for me to meet him inside the cramped, white trailer.

I was completely right and without knocking I let myself in, shutting and locking the door behind me.

I barely had time to get my bearings before long arms had wrapped around me and full lips were on mine.

Everyone about the encounter was urgent, Bills hands were all over me, pushing my biker jacket off while my hands fought to pull his tight t-shirt over his head.

“I’ve been looking forward to this all morning, you have no idea how hard it’s been to hide this permanent boner.” He spoke between kisses, pulling my top over my head and hastily unbuttoning my jeans, shoving a hand down my underwear.

I let out a throaty moan, the feeling of ultimate pleasure cursing through my veins.

Bill stopped his handy work down my pants to yank my jeans down my legs and I helped him by kicking my converse off and taking my jeans off the rest of the way while Bill all but ripped his constricting jeans off too.

What we were about to do seemed pretty hard while being stood up in a cramped trailer, so Bill moved us over to the couch, pulling me onto his lap.

I straddled him, a leg on either side of his lap. His eager hands explored my whole body, they weaved through my hair, down my chest to my breasts where he quickly removed my bra, his mouth attacking my nipples as I slyly ground against him, only our underwear separating us.

His hands were running up and down my back and I admit that he shocked me when he gently but forcefully grabbed my hair and exposed my throat to him, sucking hard and causing me to gasp, he was there way longer than he should have been and I pulled back.

“You fucker! You’ve left a mark, haven’t you!” I exclaimed, my hand going to my throat.

Bill let out a loud laugh, exposing his pearly teeth to me in a cheeky grin.

“It’s not fucking funny, Bill! I told you not to, now people are gonna start talking behind my back!”

“Chill, Mya. Nobody’s gonna talk about you and if they do fuck them, at least it’ll keep the guys away.” He smirked, moving my hand and attaching his lips to my neck again.

I threw my head back, completely mesmerised by the feeling of his soft lips trailing up my jawline and to my ear, where he nipped. The enjoyment only spurred me to grind harder and faster against him, and his hands moved to grip my hips in a tight lock.

“I swear I’ll finish in my boxers if you keep doing that.” He warned, flipping us over so rapidly that it took my breath away.

My bare back was pressed against the cold leather of the couch, while Bill held himself up over me.

He knew we didn’t have much time so briskly pushed his boxers down just enough for his erection to spring out and shoved my lace thong to the side before shoving himself into me.

We both let out a raspy moan as he started moving, I gripped at his shoulders with my nails digging into his pale flesh and wrapped one leg around his waist, my bare foot touching the cool skin at the back of his thigh.

I was on a complete high and my body was  tingling all over, I was in utter bliss.

Well, that was until three sharp knocks banged against the unsettlingly weak door of the trailer.

Bill’s whole body tensed up and he ceased moving, my heart was practically beating out of my chest at the thought of getting caught in such a compromising situation.

“Mr Skarsgard! You’re needed on set, sorry to cut your lunch break short!” The male voiced sounded from behind the door, knocking twice more.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He growled, eyes dark with a mix of lust and anger.

“Mr Skarsgard, are you there?!”

“Yes! Give me five minutes!” Bill all but snarled back, he gritted his teeth and neither of us moved until we knew whoever it was had gone.

Bill awkwardly managed to remove himself from me, pulling his boxers back up and I adjusted my underwear myself, doing my bra up with shaking hands.

“Do you think he knew what we were doing?” I wondered, biting my lip as I watched him pull his jeans back up his skinny legs.

“I don’t care if he did.” Bill mumbled, shoving his shirt back on and just about managing to put his hair back in place.

We both managed to finish getting dressed in record time, checking each other over before unlocking the door.

Before I had the chance to open the door, Bills hands grabbed my face and he placed a hard, long kiss on my lips.

He leant his forehead against mine, breathing heavily.

“Stay at mine tonight? I’m just really in the mood for a cuddle and a movie, obviously pizza too, just like we always have.”

I nodded and smiled, causing him to erupt into a satisfied grin too.

He pecked my forehead and proceeded to open the door, just as I hurried to cover my neck with my hair.

“I’ll see you later, meet me at my car.” Bill ordered, nodding to me before shoving his hands into his pockets and wondering off back to filming, leaving me stood there.

I bit my lip.

What had I gotten myself into?


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Hey! Another day, another chapter. I’m really enjoying writing this and the lovely comments from you just spurs me on. I apologise this is only a short one and i just want to clarify there probably will be smut in most chapters but I promise I’ll get the story across as best I can without being a horny fuck. 

Enjoy!

Hurricane Ophelia

Hello! I’m just here to tell you that I’m in the red warning zone of Hurricane Ophelia so I want to notify you about a danger of me being killed by a random thing flying into my body and wish good luck to people in (Cork, Kerry, Mayo, Galway and Clare). Here are some random facts on Hurricane Ophelia.

  • It will arrive in Ireland, coast of Co. Cork at around 7-9 a.m tomorrow 16th October. 
  • It is considered to be a hurricane of category 3 which means that I am fucked. 
  • Co. Cork, Kerry, Mayo, Galway and Clare are located in the place of red warning, all the other parts of country are having an orange weather warning. 
  • Electricity and water are going to be power cut probably so please, get everything you need for yourselves to stay alive until the end of it.
  • The winds are going to reach up to 130km/hr
  • When the hurricane is going to hit Ireland, it won’t be considered a hurricane anymore. It will be classified as a post tropical storm.

I’m going to be in the red warning zone so I perhaps won’t be online for a few days. Please, stay safe. 

Originally posted by sonido-bestial

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Well spirits…its been a fun year but alas my time here is coming to a close once again. You all are what really make October special. Now if you excuse me..I have a party I need to get to~ 

Be safe my spirits!~

Superhero AUs #9

- ‘I’m in jail for being drunk and disorderly, you just got dragged in by the local superhero and you might be a villain but damn, you’re hot’ AU 
- ‘I know you’re pissed off your face but I still can’t believe you’re brave enough to talk to me’ AU 

 - ‘I’m an art student that constantly uses it as an excuse to sketch my villains’ faces out and try to work who they are after each battle; you just nicked my sketchbook’ AU
- ‘Have you been sketching me?’ AU

- ‘I bartend at a sketchy bar that’s usually full of mooks, henchmen and low level villains. You are not a low level villain’ AU
- ‘I’ll have a scotch on the rocks, and your phone number if you’re willing. Plus your attention on the door so I can drop I few surveillance cameras. I’ll pay triple’ AU 

- 'Oh god, I just had a one night stand with a supervillain’ AU
- ‘Dear lord, I just fucked a superhero’ AU 

- 'You can’t excuse every crime you commit in the whole of October as 'being in the Halloween spirit’’ AU
- 'I find it really sweet that you think this is confined to October’ AU 

- ’Get me a cappuccino. Wait, do evil lairs have coffee machines? If not I’ll have a scotch, or a whisky. You must have one of those two, right?’ AU
- 'I have no idea who in god’s name you think you’re talking to, but you’re the kidnapee and I’m the supervillain here, so you had better shut the hell up before I…uh…dehydronate you!’ AU 

- 'I haven’t slept a full night in 35 days, please dear god stop committing crimes’ AU
- 'WHO SAID NEVER NEEDING SLEEP WAS A DUMB SUPERPOWER, HUH?’ AU

- ‘I’m just a small town thief, livin’ in a lonely world. I took the midnight train going anywhere and nearly got blown up by a supervillain, what the fuck mate’ AU
- ‘I’m trying to have a battle to the death with my archnemesis, could you please stop stealing all of my gear? No, it’s not karma, it’s you, I can see you doing it. No nearly killing you isn’t an excuse either; I nearly kill a lot of people’ AU

- ‘I’m part of the police squad designated as super-incident first responders, and you’re the corresponding fire brigade chief. How are you doing, hot stuff?’ AU
- ‘You are not allowed to step in front of a downed superhero, duel a supervillain you have no hope of beating, win, arrest them, and then come back to me with a damn pun!’ AU

- ‘I get that you were one of the first superheroes, and you did a great job in WWII and throughout the Cold War, but could you please stop haunting me and telling me I’m doing my job wrong’ AU
- ‘Now you listen here son, I didn’t come back as a ghost through sheer bloody stubbornness just for some poncy new age hero to tell me to eff off, so stop crying over your bloody nachos and let’s go find my immortal arch nemesis, because I just know they deserve a good ass-whooping’ AU

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ONE OF MY MOST FAVORITE MANGAKA AND CHARACTER DESIGNERS IN THE HISTORY OF EVER IS DESIGNING THE CAST IN THE NEW GARO!!

OKAZAKI-SENSEI IS WORKING ON THE NEW GARO!!!!!

HOLY FREAKING CRAP
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANSIODUTNGRPNB94WBIONREPT

Trespassing || kth

TREAT

Pairing: V X READER

Sunmary: Taehyung and you get up to things in a cemetery, sexual things.

Genre: smut, voyeurism kinda

Length: 1.2k

A/N: everyone knows tae is a kinking dude and would want to have sex in a cemetery.

Originally posted by gmndrmr

“Just stay quiet and we won’t get told off,” Taehyung whispered into your ear, his teeth catching your ear as he let the metal of your piercing clatter against his teeth. You were currently navigating a graveyard, stepping over moss-covered stones and trying not to slip on the gnarly roots that stuck up from the dirt.

Taehyung was walking behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist as his hands moved under your shirt. Your bra had been discarded and safely placed in the back of your car when you had parked outside and after a quick climb over the gate, you were already ready to kill your boyfriend.

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a writing collab by @workofteaguk and i, constructed of nine halloween-centric bts writings. links will be posted as they’re updated. enjoy! ♡

updated 10/30/16
on hiatus ; will resume in september/october of 2018.


⇢ park jimin / 박지민

  • we’re in costume and i know exactly who you are but pretend i don’t so i have an excuse to make out with you just once AU
    • “DATSUZOKU” – read here.

⇢ jeon jungkook / 전정국

  • you showed up in an iron man costume and, dude, sick, it looks so real, you even got the paint right — then an enemy shows up at the front door and yoUR BLASTERS WORK YOU JUST KILLED A MAN AND YOU MADE A HOLE IN MY ROOF FLYING OUT COME BACK I HAVE QUESTIONS AU
    • “HEADLINES” – read here.
  • we’re secret friends with benefits and you accidentally wore my shirt to the party so you’re pretending you came as me and it turns out your impression of me is on point and you know me better than you know myself are you sure you’re not in love with me?? AU

⇢ kim namjoon / 김남준

  • we’re at the pumpkin patch and you won’t stop choosing pumpkins that are too big for either of us to carry, so I had to roll the pumpkins all the way back while you carried the dozen little you insisted you also needed for your pumpkin family AU

⇢ kim taehyung / 김남준

  • we’re youtubers and we dedicated all of october to playing scary games and because of our pansy ass crybabying over the horror genre we get really popular really fast ? how ? why ?? AU

⇢ min yoongi / 민윤기

  • i’m, like, 85% sure my neighbor/roommate is a supernatural creature, even though they technically shouldn’t exist AU
  • you own a bakery and before 2 days ago i didn’t know it was possible to fall in love with a pumpkin pie AU
    • “PIECE BY PIECE” – read here.

⇢ kim seokjin / 민윤기

  • babe i know it’s halloween but we have to take my little brother/sister trick or treating before we can go out AU

⇢ jung hoseok / 민윤기

  • we share an apartment and you decide to go all-out decorating for halloween while i’m at work. a notice would’ve been nice before i walked into a fake spider web and cried because i thought it was real, thanks a lot AU

hello hello guys :’) it’s sav, aka hoseokxx aka hixtapexx and right now…… YCCNSEOK! (woooo say hello to my new url - i just Needed yoongi to be somewhere inside my url too :c)
i’ve recently hit a personal goal not too long ago and decided that a follower forever had to be done (this has been follow forever #468536 and counting) (jk) to show my appreciation to both my following, for their beautiful!!!!!!!!!! content and reblogs i get to see each and everyday i come onto tumblr! and followers, for their constant support to my blog and their asks that really brighten up my days ;u; THANK YOU all so so sooo much!! ♡

and because i won’t be around here much till early october due to exams (17/09 i’ll poof away from tumblr), this will also be my hiatus announcement sobs (i’ll be back for their comeback though!! and to queue more things from time to time <3)

now on to the proper follow forever:

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After the Beep.

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: All of the in-between moments of a relationship, captured in the one-sided monologue that is voicemail. 

A/N: 

This has been sitting in my drafts for over a week whoops.

This isn’t the Untitled Garbage Fic that I’ve been rambling about but hopefully it will hold you over until that one is post-able.

Basically, I wanted to start getting words flowing again for the first time since we finished WYCH and that manifested in me choosing the absolute worst format for telling a narrative story. Honestly, this may or may not be the dumbest thing I’ve ever posted like @ becca why would you think this is a good structure for a fic? 

I hope you get a kick out of me fumbling my way out of writer’s block lmao.

Also ps shout out to @fragmentofmymind​ for being great at all times and for reading through this monstrosity for me (and providing that gif), she’s super awesome and super talented and if you aren’t following her already then honestly where have you been??

Word Count: does it even matter? the format on this is weird I’m so sorry.


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The Next 3 Months of ScriptMedic

Hey all! I wanted to talk a bit about the next 3 months here on the ScriptMedic blog. 

As we all know, the last 3 months of the year are hectic for many of us, for a lot of reasons. We’ve got: 

October: Samhain/Halloween 

November: Thanksgiving 

December: Yule/Christmas/Hannukkah 

AKA: Holiday Stress 

But we writers have an entirely different set of challenges coming for us! 

October: NaNo Prep Month 

November: NaNoWriMo – Write All the Words! 

December: Oh Gods All the Edits

Originally posted by x-living-in-the-garden-of-evil-x

Plus, for me personally, I have the anniversary of ScriptMedic (October 23rd – my little baby has grown up so fast and she’s so big–) to fill me with proud joyful tears. 

I’m also launching a book in October (yes, Blood on the Page will be here in time for NaNo), and I have some fiction projects to work on. (More on this in a bit). 

So here’s how this blog is going to work for the next 3 months: 

Today

Storm of asks. I was particularly bad in September about answering asks, and so I’m trying to get some done before the inbox opens tonight. (I may open a bit early since I’m sick and I might go to bed early.)

Seriously, I need to stop spiking fevers. 

I give myself a little leeway, was sick, was feeling burnt out, and because I published my very first book (!!!!!!!!), but I’m trying to get back to the focus: you guys. 


October

The priority will be on asks that are for NaNo prep. I’ll try to keep a decent schedule this month but no promises. 

It will help if your asks are: 
a) single questions, not multi-part
b) relatively quick so that I can get to as many of you as possible 
c) specifically for NaNo prep

I’ll also start posting some injury profiles, beginning as soon as I schedule them.

Remember when we said Blood on the Page was going to be blogged out in its entirety? There are a solid 40 chapters that are going to go out. I’ll try to post some good ones this month to help you with NaNo prep, and they’ll continue through the rest of the year to help you along. 


November 

Ask Frenzy. Emphasis will be quantity and rapidness over quality or depth of answers. This is to help those asking for their NaNo projects. 

Ask box will cycle EVERY WEEK in November. Asks will come in on a specific day or two of the week, likely a Monday-Tuesday set, and be purged at the end of the week to make room for more current asks. 

This is because NaNo projects move very quickly and tend to change, and what can help in Week 1 can be useless in Week 3. So like I said: rapid cycling, rapid asks. 

December 

Ask Box Will Be CLOSED in December. 

Yes, the whole month. No, I will not keep November asks into December.

(Yes, Patrons will still be able to ask questions, but turnaround might be a LONG time.) 

Frankly, I’ve been getting a little bit burned out with the pressure from the inbox, and I don’t expect that to be different following the rapid-fire work I’m going to try to get done in October and November. 

I’m also trying to finish at least one fiction book by the end of the year (current project: a lesbian Urban Fantasy/Mystery project, sort of Jessica Jones/Faith Lehane/Jack Reacher character gets blackmailed by angels into becoming a PI) and maybe even get it published by the holidays, though that part will remain to be seen. 

That means that on top of helping all of you, I’ll be doing my own NaNo project and also trying to get some personal things done. 

I’ll still be posting articles Monday/Wednesday/Friday throughout December, but a month off of asks will allow me to come back in the New Year fresh and mentally healthy, hopefully a successful Fiction Champion. 

I hope you all can understand that this blog (and your messages, reblogs, and kind “blog love” asks) means the world to me, and I’m not going anywhere, but between family stuff, full-time work, my own writing projects, and constantly feeling like I owe somebody something, I need the space to take a month off. 

The blog isn’t going anywhere, I’m just taking some space to recharge my batteries. 

Love you all, and start thinking of your awesome questions to send in! 

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

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10.29.2017 ((7/100)) Days of Productivity

One week! I feel so proud of myself, and I can already hear my grandma’s voice “You want a prize for doing your job?”
Thank you grandma, for your neverding support.

Anyway! Today I got most of my writing done for the current chapter which will be concluded tomorrow, worked on a few more translations, busied myself with housechores since I couldn’t go grocery shopping because of the insistent wind (bad for my asthma, we don’t go out when it’s windy), and yes, you’re seeing it right there in the picture, I found an app on my iPad that let me highlight on PDFs! Hilariously, after a couple of tries with apps that wouldn’t just start, I ended up finding out that the PDF reader I had already been using for years also did highlighting and notes. Typical me. Still proud of myself.

I also posted the infographic I had mentioned about my highlighting system, and you can find it HERE if you still haven’t checked it out!

Featuring the portion of the table that is constantly overwhelmed with books and stuff to be done, @emmastudies’ October background calendar (I’m just realising that there are just 2 days before the end of the month and I need to get/make myself a November one), and a cup of tea about to be done.

P.S. In another ‘typical me’ moment, I’m thinking about changing theme because the one I currently have is still not completely convincing me. Any suggestions on good theme creators?

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New items have recently been added such as stickers and duffle bags! No coupon code needed, sale ends October 30th @ 11:59pm PT. 

Pssst, I think you can still sign up for a Society6 account and get the larger discount if you haven’t signed up already. Be sure to follow Bookworm Boutique there if you do sign up. 

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Applying To Medical School Series- Part One: Are You Sure?

It starts early.

You’re 14 years old and your teacher tells you that you’re going to be starting the GCSE syllabus now. You still have to ask permission to go to the toilet but your future begins now. You have to start paying attention, even when everyone else is talking. You have to do your homework even if the rest of the class makes a pact not to do it and tell the teacher they forgot to assign any. You have to ask questions and study hard and do loads of practice questions to perfect your exam technique so that by the time exams roll around a year or two later, you can smash them.

August comes. You get your results.

Your results need to be great. Now this is relative, it really is. If the average GCSE grade across your year is a D and you got mostly Bs, a few As and maybe somehow scraped an A* or two, this can actually better than if everyone at your school averaged 11 A*s and you got 9 A*s and 2 As. Don’t worry whatever the case, all hope is not lost here.

Sixth Form begins. A lot of people will choose an “easy A” subject. Subjects they don’t really need to work very hard in and which aren’t particularly useful to them in the future.

You, on the other hand, need to have Chemistry. You also choose Biology and Maths. For your 4th subject, you decide on Spanish because you’d quite like to go to UCL and you’ve heard they prefer a non-scientific 4th subject. But crap. You were also thinking that with GCSEs like the ones you worked your butt off to get, maybe you’d consider Cambridge if your AS Results turn out well. And don’t Cambridge love you to have 4 sciences? Well whatever. What’s done is done. Biology, Chemistry, Maths and Spanish it’ll have to be.

Oh but this isn’t all. 

You’re volunteering in a care home, tutoring younger students, acting as a mentor, working with autistic children at a weekly club, captaining the basketball and hockey teams, raising money for the school in Senegal that your own school is affiliated with and of course, you’re going to South Korea over the summer to teach English to children.

You’re also reading New Scientist and books by Atul Gawande and other popular medical books. You don’t read The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat because medicslacks on tumblr told you that everyone and their hat has read that book and seriously if you put it on your personal statement you are just wasting characters.

And of course. Work experience. You emailed every GP in the area and they all told you they can’t take you because it might compromise patient confidentiality. So you ask that girl in class who you kind of know but don’t really talk to if she could ask her dad, the GP, if you can shadow him for a day or two. She looks confused but says sure, she’ll ask.

Success.

You shadow the GP and realise this is only primary care. One of the patients really gets to you, a patient with Multiple Sclerosis and this intrigues you. You go home and read up about the condition. You then decide to email all the neurologists about your interest at your local hospital on the off-chance one of them will let you shadow them.

A miracle! A week later, one of them replies! Oh, but there’s a lengthy official process. That takes a month or so and then FINALLY you get some hospital work experience- just one afternoon, but you get to meet patients and ask the doctors more about MS and you decide it’s all worth it.

You grit your teeth as the kids with doctor parents talk about how they just follow their mum or dad around whenever they want.

And all this while you HAVE to keep working hard at school. You pay attention in class. You go home and do your homework, you flag things you don’t quite understand to ask at school. You start making notes early and you revise so hard in the run up to exams because secretly you’re still hoping to go to Cambridge and you’ve heard you need a minimum of 90% UMS in all your papers to have a chance. It’s okay if you don’t though- you know a family friend who got ABBC and still got an offer from Manchester.

But you’re hoping.

Results day rolls round aaaaand… YOU’VE DONE IT!

Congratulations.

Now the nightmare that is application season begins.

UKCAT booked. Okay. You’ll worry about that later.

Everyone else has until January but YOU need to get everything done by October. You panic and sit down to draft your personal statement aaaaannnndddddd…

You draw a blank.

What.

The hell.

Do you write?

It’s okay because I AM HERE TO HELP. Personal Statement Help Post Coming Soon!

But for now, let’s just assume you somehow get through it. You draft it and you take it to your careers advisor who looks at it and then asks where you’re thinking of applying. “Cambridge, Imperial, Leicester and Hull York.” you say. You like the variety.

Your careers advisor looks baffled. “You can’t apply to those 4.” She tells you. “Your personal statement will never tick all the boxes for them all, they’re far too different and are looking for completely different things. They all teach medicine in completely different ways. On the spectrum of Traditional to PBL, you’ve really run the whole gamut.”

So you go away and you look into the courses and you decide that you’re not particularly bothered about research and you want to see patients as early as possible. You don’t really care about the city you’re in or the prestige of the university.

“Ahh that’s better.” Your careers advisor smiles as she sees you’ve scrawled across the top of your page: “Leeds, Hull York, East Anglia and Sheffield. You know, with GCSEs like yours, you should really consider Birmingham.”

You decide to see how your UKCAT goes.

Your school also registers you for the BMAT since Leeds requires it. But you’ve got the whole summer to worry about that.

Over the summer you prep for next year by reading ahead in the text books a little and making some notes. You carry on with all of the extracurriculars and volunteering you were doing. On top of this, you start doing practice questions for the UKCAT and BMAT.

After your first day of these questions, you break down. This is impossible. How does ANYBODY do this?

The next day you take a deep breath and try again.

They’re a little easier.  

A week later and you’re finally starting to get the hang of it. You’re starting to know what to look for. You’re starting to notice patterns and learn the rules. You’re starting to think the right way.

You can do this!

You sit the UKCAT in the same seat where you did your driving theory exam. You get a 750. Excellent.

School starts again.

You refine your personal statement, you fill out the rest of your UCAS form. You see your reference.

You hold your breath as your Head Teacher clicks Send on your form.

Then you wait.

You don’t have time to stop. On top of school you’re now having to go over GCSE science again for the BMAT. And practicing writing as tiny as possible so you can fit an entire essay onto a page. As well as still struggling with all those logic questions. You’ve already applied to Leeds so now you HAVE to do it. You get a 2.5 in Section 2 of one of the past papers. You wonder if you might as well just give up on Leeds now.

You sit the BMAT and are fairly sure you failed every section. Whatever.

OMG.

OMG.OMG.OMG.

You’ve got an interview. AAARGGGHHHHH.

Mock interview. You NEED a mock interview. You beg your careers advisor who sorts out for a local doctor to come in and interview you. They ask you about your personal statement, your work experience, they ask you about a few ethical dilemmas and some odd questions that seem to have no purpose. They also discuss some topical issues in the NHS with you. You make a joke about Jeremy Hunt.

They laugh.

A few days later, you get your BMAT results. You did SO much better than you thought. Excellent.

OOOOOOMG.

Another interview.

You’re on cloud nine when… UCAS Track updates again.

Your first rejection.

It feels as though someone just snapped a rubber band around your heart. Why would they reject you? What was it they didn’t like? Were you not good enough? Did you not seem dedicated enough? Why?

You swallow down the disappointment. You already have TWO interviews. You’re so lucky. There are thousands of people who don’t even get that. And you have EARNED it. You’ve been working hard for years for this.

You prepare for the interview. You ask yourself questions and change the answer every time. “Why do you want to be a doctor?”

You know they’re going to ask you this but what do you say? You have an idea! You’ll talk about a patient. The patient with MS you saw at the GP who really touched your heart. You can say you liked how the science that the doctor knew would be nothing without the way he was able to console her more personal worries and concerns and this kind of application of science to help people really convinced you that you want to do this. At least by adding in a patient you saw, your answer will be more personal.

Interview day arrives and you’re sitting nervously with a few other students. A boy in an oversized suit and a girl wearing heels so high you’re worried she’ll break her ankle on her walk to the room. A student at the university smiles and calls your name. She walks you to the door. “Are you ready?” she asks. You nod but it’s not true, your stomach is full of butterflies and you feel a bit sick.

And for a second you pause.

Are you sure?

Are you ready for the path this could lead you down? The life of a doctor. Forget that. The life of a medical student! Antisocial hours, a lifetime of having to keep requalifying and doing exams, mountains of paperwork, not really saving lives so much as helping to reduce the effect of symptoms. Putting your heart and soul into delaying the inevitable.

Is making a difference to even just one life, is making life less painful or less miserable for just one person, is keeping just one person alive so their loved ones can see them for another day, or helping even one person to die in as little pain as possible… is that enough for you?

You take a deep breath and open the door.

Two weeks later. You get an offer.

A*AA.

You end up getting two more offers.

August rolls around again.

You cry when you get the email from UCAS confirming your place at your Firmed University.

A*A*A.

It was all worth it. You got into medical school.

Your parents buy you a copy of Gray’s Anatomy and this is when you realise… The work has only JUST begun. The first 18 years were nothing.

So I’ll ask you again.

Are You Sure?

Loth-cat giveaway

Want one of these cuties? Here’s your chance. Keep reading to find out how you can win a crocheted plush loth-cat.
The giveaway closes on October 1, 2017.
Because there seems to be confusion: there are TWO categories, and only ONE of them requires you to be Canadian.

What’s the prize?

One of these things.

Hand-made, acrylic yarn exterior, polyester fill. You can see some more pictures, a different plushie but the same pattern, here.

There’s two categories, and one winner in each category.

What are the categories?

“Content creator for the SWR fandom”, and “Canadian SWR fan” (because I’m Canadian and shipping is easier within the country).
You can enter if you’re not Canadian, so long as you’re a content creator.
For these purposes, you’re a “content creator” if you draw fanart, write fic, do cosplay, write meta, add text posts to screenshots, take pictures of Lego!Kanan and Lego!Hera…. Basically, anyone who contributes to the SWR fandom by making stuff for other fans to enjoy. You’re awesome.
Do you feel like your stuff “isn’t good enough”? It doesn’t matter. It still counts.

How does one enter the giveaway?

Reblog this post, and say what category you’re part of. If you’re Canadian, say what province you’re in. If you’re a content creator, provide a link to the stuff you do.
If you’re Canadian AND a content creator, you’ll get entered in both categories. (You can only win once though, to make it fair.) That’s the maximum number of entries anyone can get, one in each category. Reblogging multiple times, will NOT improve your chances. It won’t hurt your chances either; there’s just no reason to do it, unless you suddenly get a lot of followers, and want them to see it.
You do NOT need to be following my blog. I mean, it’s fine if you want you, and I think I post or reblog pretty cool stuff, but it’s also fine if you don’t want to. 
You have to reblog this post, and say which category you’re entering, to be considered for the giveaway.

How will the winners be chosen?

The giveaway closes on Sunday, October 1, at noon my time (EST). I’ll take all the entries for each category, and select one using a random number generator.
Winners will be contacted by direct message on here, so make sure you allow that. (If you don’t respond by Tuesday afternoon, I’ll select another winner.) I will need a mailing address from you if you win, unless you can get to my city in southern Ontario to get it in person.
As for how long it will take to receive your loth-cat, that depends on the postal system, and where you live. For Canadians it would be a few days; anywhere else in the world, up to maybe three weeks, I’ll be able to give you a better estimate once I know where I’m shipping it to.

Is there another way to get one of these loth-cats?

Possibly. I might start taking commissions, but there are still a bunch of things I’d need to work out first, and I also have schoolwork, so I don’t know when I’ll be able to say anything for definite.

More points that I wanted to add

  • It’s okay to reblog this post if you aren’t eligible for the giveaway; I’d just appreciate it if you say so on your reblog.
  • Pretty much anything that you post as SWR stuff, would count as “content creator”. If you’re not sure, link it anyways, won’t do any harm.

Any other questions?

Check this original post – I’ll edit it with anything I need to add – and if you don’t find your answer there, send me an ask.

Good luck!

Welcome to the second Robron Awards!

If you haven’t been around last year you can look at my tag here and the overall tag here and see the winners of last year here.

PLEASE READ THE WHOLE POST! (I know it’s long, but it’s important :))

IMPORTANT

This year’s awards will only be about Robron from the last year, starting August 1st 2016 (Robert visiting Andy in prison). So make sure your answers will be from that episode forward.

In this challenge there will be 15 awards that you guys will determine the winners for. I will count all your votes and announce the winners at the end of it. You can cast your votes for about three weeks.

AND IT STARTS RIGHT NOW!

How to participate:

You can answer pretty much any way you want: 

  • You can just send me asks with your answers or
  • You can make one long posts with all your answers written out or
  • You can write long essays for each category why you picked your choice or
  • You can get creative and make gifs, pictures, edits or even videos

Just make sure you tag all of your posts with #robron awards 2017 in one of the first five tags.

Your posts will be liked by my main account @oi-with-the-tvshows-already. Please check that is has been liked, if not send me an ask.

REMEMBER:

Cast your votes until the 8th of October!

(Maybe longer if I feel like you guys need more time)

Reblog this post to spread the word and get everyone involved and maybe put a link to this post in your answer post(s) so people can see.


And now to the most important bit, here are the categories:

  1. Best Kiss
  2. Most Heartbreaking Scene
  3. Sexiest Scene
  4. Best Acting by Ryan
  5. Best Acting by Danny
  6. Best Wordless Scene
  7. Most Rewatched Scene
  8. Best Overall Episode
  9. Best Fight/Argument
  10. Best Family Moment
  11. Sweetest Moment
  12. Best Hug
  13. Best “I Love You”
  14. Best Robert  Quote (one line)
  15. Best Aaron Quote (one line)

And now: Have fun voting whichever way you want and if you have any questions, feel free to ask!

(banner by @victoriasugden, thank you!)

Inktober Day 1 - The Heroine

The prompt list I’m using is the Urban Fantasy list from here.  I’m going to be using Amelie and characters from her world. She started as an urban fantasy/magical detective sort of character, and I want to poke around in her original world a bit. See if I can get my Mignola shading on. Maybe finally decide on a design for a few characters.