I’m sorry for being slow with the answers (I don’t have the motivation for now.).
Here are drawings I posted on Colorslive.com. They are the first introduction pics I made for Weeabootale. As you can see, some characters changed lol.
-Flowey was supposed to have an Asgore message as collar but guess what? When I made the first Weeabootale comic, I totally forgot about it x’D So I canceled that.
-Despite being embarassed to be an idol fan, Sans was supposed to be the calm, cool, nice and wise big bro type. It’s hilariously ironic since he became the exact opposite x’D (rip weeb Sans)
-Alphys was supposed to be shy and look innocent (despite having a perv hidden side). Rip Alphys too.
-The one who has changed the most is DEFINITLY Gaster tho. He was supposed to be the innocent-looking guy without any real personality who’s only here to troll Sans. Freaking RIP. (I’m glad he changed tho…<x’D)
maybe I should remake these drawings with the actual weeabootale characters now….
I followed close behind an angry Kol, struggling to keep up with how fast he was walking. We got to the house and Kol slammed the door open forcefully, mumbling something to himself. I frowned as I watched him walk to the liquor cabinet.
I had glitter all over my chest and I had spilled salsa down the front of my dress. Kol found me on top of some random frat guys kitchen island, dancing and having a stupid time.
The problem was that Kol got jealous easily and it was a pain in the ass, throw in a reservation date to a fancy restaurant I totally forgot about and you get and angry Kol trying not to be angry but failing miserably.
“Kol?” I said, my voice small for fear that he would yell. I hated fighting. “I’m sorry.” I looked down at my hands, blinking in shame.
“I know you are.” He glared. “You’d rather be doing something stupid with people I don’t even know than spending time with me.” He said. I frowned, the panic rising in my chest.
“Of course not. You’re the one who never wants to do anything with me.” I said, finding his eyes. I almost blushed.
“Can you please stop making everything about that?” Kol breathed out. I drew closer to him, my hand sliding up to his chest. “You’re drunk, let’s just forget about this and talk about it in the morning.” He swallowed.
“I’m not drunk, Kol.” I pushed off his jacket. “I just want you to show you how much I care about you.” I ran my hands up, cupping his face and kissing him. “And how much I’d rather be spending my time…” I breathed in between another kiss as I guided his hands around my waist. “With you.”
Kol pulled away, starting towards the stairs. “What’s your problem, Kol? Am I not good enough for your original status?” I glared, following him up the stairs. He stopped, turning to face me. “It’s really no big deal, Kol.” I made puppy eyes. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”
“No.” Kol gritted his jaw, looking into my eyes. He was obviously lying and I could tell with how hard he gripped the staircase railing and tried so hard not to turn me into a pile of goo, we both knew he could.
“Bullshit. You want me.” I grabbed his hand and he pulled away again, turning around and continuing upstairs.
I ran in front of him, holding my arm out to his stomach. “Hey, I’m talking to you, Kol. You can’t just push me away like this whenever you feel like it.”
“Get out of my way.” He said. I quickly wrapped my arms around him and kissed him, his mouth opening immediately at the familiarity. He didn’t kiss me back, instead he pushed me back.
I frowned again. I knew he could easily throw me out the window or kick me through the ceiling but he just continued rejecting me for his own wicked satisfaction.
“What’s your damage? Why don’t you just fuck me?!” I struggled to spit out the words in anger, my blood boiling as I grabbed his button up shirt in my fists. “You may not want to fuck me, Kol, but there were plenty of other men at that party perfectly willing to.”
His head snapped and I regretted the words as soon as I saw the look in his eye.
“You want to be fucked?” Kol scowled. He vamped me against the marble wall and I gasped, his hand wrapped around my neck, almost crushing my jaw. “I’ll fuck you.” He spat, jerking my dress up around my waist. In one swift motion his pants were around his ankles and he was inside me.
I clung onto him, my nails digging into his clothed back, I held the hot air in my lungs, if he had gone any faster I wouldn’t have been able to handle it. The feeling of every part of him inside of me as he held me against the wall.
His movements weren’t the least bit gentle or careful, he pounded into me relentlessly, burying his face in my neck, refusing me the propriety of looking into my eyes.
I was all I wanted anyways, he had built up a sturdy wall all these months refusing to be affectionate in this way, and now we stood in the crumbles of it.
He didn’t say anything, his breath was ragged and he let out grunts and growls, his death grip shifting from my throat to my ass. I cried out as he brought me into him with each quick and merciless movement.
I felt Kol beginning to coil up, his stomach pressed against mine, I held him as close as possible as he froze and came, letting out a choked groan.
He let me go and I leaned against the wall for fear that I’d stumble and fall if I tried to walk. I watched Kol as he fixed himself, my breathing shaky. He carried me to the bedroom. “I’m sorry, okay? I love you, darling, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“It’s okay. Just come here.” I hugged him, pressing a gentle kiss to his mouth. “I love you, Kol.”
Author: Princess Kate (Just kidding it’s Writer Kate… the one who writes)
Warnings: Talks about Stress and Anxiety attacks… sorry if that offends you, but I’m talking about my personal symptoms, and I’m not trying to glorify anxiety, stress, or any other problems whatsoever.
A/N: HECK YES!!! Two parts in two days! I’m feeling very generous lately… Just kidding, I wanted to surprise you guys since you seemed to like this idea so much… Like I said, sorry about the warnings, but this was originally supposed to be like a way to channel my insecurities, if y’all would remember from part 1. OH YEAH I FORGOT TO MENTION PART 3 IS ON IT’S WAY!!! If you want to be tagged, just asked, I’m totally cool with that… And I’m actually really proud of my ending quote thingy, and yes, I DID COME UP WITH THAT LAST PART BY MYSELF… And I also don’t know why I make these so long since no one is reading anymore, but if you are, Please let me know if you like these little author insights… And go read the stupid fic already.
You were in the kitchen, making a batch of lemon cupcakes while Clint’s kids were watching a movie in the front room. The filling, a raspberry reduction, was almost done, and you were almost ready to start the buttercream frosting. Your phone beeped and a text popped up from Clint.
“Hey, we’re almost home, can you come open the garage?” You read quietly out-loud. You walked into the front room, turned off the TV, and picked up baby Nathaniel. “Cooper, Lila! Your parents are home!” You laughed at their excited faces, and followed them into the garage, pushing the button to deactivate the security system. The kids rushed to their parents as the car rolled in. You put Nathaniel down, and let him toddle towards his parents. You heard the timer go off for the cupcakes, and you slipped back inside. You smiled at the sunny yellow look of the treats. These were Peter’s favorite of the snacks that you would make regularly. When he was younger, he would try to stuff the entire cupcake into his mouth. It was hilarious to watch, but eventually, he learned to savor them, even if that didn’t stop him from eating most of the batch at super-speed. The thought of Peter made you hold your necklace, the one he had given you on your 14th birthday. You missed Peter loads, but the pain was a lot better being far away from him. It had been nearly 3 weeks since you left Stark Tower, and surprisingly, Nat had only accused Clint of kidnapping you a couple hundred times. You started frosting a cooled batch of cupcakes when someone poked your insides making you jump. You nearly dropped the cupcake, and turned to see Clint’s face grinning at you, and you stuck your tongue out at him. Clint had always taken a liking to you, and sometimes treated you like one of his kids, or other times, like his little sister. Overall, your relationship was very strong, like his and Wanda’s. Laura walked in grinning, and you ran up to hug her. Laura had been your mentor with Natasha before she retired, and she was very protective of you too. That’s why you loved coming here when you could sneak away from New York. Lila and Cooper treated you like their big sister, and you were the only person that baby Pietro (as you referred to him, since that was his middle name) would go to besides Laura and Nat.
“Hey, Y/N! How were the kids?” Laura asked, hugging you tightly. Clint was inspecting the cupcakes for the one with the most frosting, just the way he liked them. Finding a suitable one, he picked it off the counter and bit into it.
“Perfect, as usual.” You smiled, genuinely.
“Speaking of perfect,” Clint said through a full mouth. “I talked to Steve on Saturday. It seems your excuses were all too perfect. Why didn’t you tell us about the Peter thing?” His looked at you with raised eyebrows, and behind you, Laura was glaring at him. She had told him explicitly not to bring it up bluntly, knowing you would get flustered. Your hand flew up to fidget with your necklace again. It always reminded you of him, but you had been too attached to leave it at home, or even take it off.
“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.” You mumbled, lying. Clint and Laura looked at each other again, knowing how much the fight was bothering you.
“Apparently he’s been bugging everyone at that Tower to try and find out how you were doing, since you haven’t been answering any of his calls, either.” Clint poked, and you looked at the floor, biting your lip.
“Y/N, we’re just worried about you. Everyone is.” Laura said, putting her hand on your shoulder. “It’s not healthy to keep all your emotions wrapped up like this. I know it’s hurting you, but Peter is your best friend.”
“And your crush.” Clint wagged his eyebrows as he finished his second cupcake. You and Laura gave him the exact same expression at the same time, and he held back a laugh.
“There isn’t exactly a lot to talk about.” You said, subconsciously rubbing the fading bruise on your cheek. Clint opened his mouth to retort, but the timer went off for another batch of cupcakes, so you slipped behind him without another word.
“Bye! I’ll see you guys when the team comes out in a few months!” You called giving Lila, Cooper, Clint, Laura, and Nathaniel a last hug. You climbed into the quinjet, and waved good bye through the window as you flew higher and higher. You sighed happily, missing them already. You were about to settle back to write, but your phone beeped from the depths of your bag. You seriously considered ignoring it, but that always ticked Tony off when you ignored his texts, so you fished around for the device, found it, and clicked it on. A text showed up on the front from Aunt May, and you read the message.
“Hey, Y/N! Listen, I know you’re out of town, but we seriously need a shopping trip! When do you get back in?” May’s happy disposition shown through the text, but you cringed inwardly. You loved May, and she had always taken care of you like she was your mom, but you worried if she would ask you about Peter. You hadn’t taken it very well when Clint had interrogated you, and you had spent that night tossing and turning while memories of the fight swam around your mind. But it was May. She would know not to ask, right? You bit your lip, and texted back quickly.
“I’m flying back in right now.” You read quickly, and pressed send. It was only a second before you got a reply.
“Okay! It’s been long enough! How about tomorrow, Friday, since you guys have school off. I can pick you up at the Tower, I think Peter is going over there for his intern thing, anyway.” You sent affirmation to the plan, and sighed at relief that you would be able to avoid Peter. You settled back into the comfy interior of the jet, and watched the rain that had just begun to pound at the windows.
“What do you think of this dress, Y/N?” May held up a very tight and form-fitting red dress, that would probably look amazing on you, but you were too self-conscious. You wrinkled your nose, and May put it back smiling. It was Friday, and you were having a great time, and Peter hadn’t been brought up once.
“So, why haven’t you been coming over lately? What happened between you and Peter?” May asked, trying to act nonchalant. Your heart dropped, and you knew your mind had spoken too soon. You looked at May, who was looking at you.
“Pete- he didn’t tell you what happened?” You asked slowly, surprised that she didn’t know. Peter would always tell May everything.
“Oh, he told me alright, but I want to hear your side.” May said, flipping through a few more dresses. She looked up at you suddenly with a gray sweater dress. You shook your head, trying to think of something to say.
“Um, I don’t… Well, I…” May smiled at your stumbling words. “What I mean to say is, I was just bugging Peter, obviously, and I sort of happened to walk in on this thing that Peter-”
“He made out with Liz.” May said, her eyes shining with mischievous intent.
“Well, uh, yeah,” You said, laughing with wonder at how she knew that. “And, uh, Peter just got really mad, and it sort of spiraled into the big fight, and then…” You stopped talking, your side and cheek aching at the memory of what happened next.
“And then?” May asked, wondering what you were talking about. Peter hadn’t mentioned there was a second part to the fight.
“I-uh, I left.” You said, not thinking you would make it through the rest of the full story without breaking down. May knew you were hiding something, but she knew Peter had obviously really hurt you, in multiple ways. So she dropped the topic. The rest of the afternoon passed without mention of Peter, and May took you out for a shake before she dropped you back off at the Tower. On the way back to the Tower, May and you were talking in the car about a movie that you had been meaning to watch forever.
“Oh, I bought that movie ages ago! You should come over tomorrow night and watch it!” May offered. Your face lit up with excitement, but then you remembered that Peter would probably be there. May saw your excitement dim as you bit your lip, and her concern about you heightened. “Peter won’t be there, he’s sleeping at Ned’s tomorrow night.” You hesitated, but then decided against your doubts.
“Okay! As long as Peter won’t be there, I don’t want to press my presence on him.” You said, looking out into the bustling streets of New York. May smiled sadly at you, worried about how much Peter had affected you. Before long, you arrived at the Tower, and you said goodbye to May as you hopped out of the car. You ran up to your room, and fell back on your bed. You were alone, and the band of your anxiety quickly tightened around your chest, making it difficult to breathe. You froze on your bed, trying to get a grasp. These had been happening since the fight, but you used every last drop of your energy, and even dipped into some of your power’s supply to keep yourself looking normal and happy around everyone else. You looked at the wall, and counted to 10, the way Bruce had taught you when he found out you had anxiety and severe stress. The hyperventilating stopped, and the shaking started. These symptoms were the ones caused by stress, and you stood up quickly to stretch and try to relieve the tension. Spots started clouding your vision, and you fell back on your bed, trying not to think about how Peter would’ve helped you if he didn’t hate you.
“Peter, I’m home!” May called as she entered the apartment. Peter was sitting on the couch, his knees pulled up to his chest and his face in his hands, the way he curled up when he was worried about something.
“Hey, May.” He said, his voice muffled and dejected. She put her bag down, and sat on the other side of the couch.
“I was out with Y/N today.” She said. Peter’s head popped up at the sound of your name.
“She’s back? How did she look? What did she say? Is she okay? Where did you guys go?” Peter asked, the questions that had been building in his mind for a month came swirling out. May smiled sadly, the same way she had looked at you earlier.
“She’s, um, she’s physically okay as far as I can tell,” Peter looked down again, knowing that you weren’t physically ‘alright’ thanks to him. May continued on slowly. “Peter, she seems really stressed, like the way she would get when she was younger. I think she was trying to hide it, but her hands and shoulders were shaking, and her lips were raw from biting them so much.” Peter put his face back in his hands, and let out a shaky breath. He had done this to you, and it had all been for Liz Allen. He wished he could go back, to save you from all this.
“Peter, I’m really worried about Y/N. And you. Neither of you know how to survive without the other, and I know you can fix this. She thinks you hate her.” Peter flinched at the sentence. He felt it was too late. Maybe if he had caught you before you left, it wouldn’t be too late. But it was, and he had stopped trying to contact you a week after you left. He had given up on you, even though you had never given up on him. It killed him, just thinking about it. He got up from the couch without saying another word to his aunt. He walked into his room, and pulled out a paper he had saved from one of your old notebooks. He fell back on his bed with it, and read the note with the swirling hand-writing.
Maybe by distance,
But never by heart.
It was on of your favorite little quotes, but you had added something to the old saying.
Funny story. Guy friend and I were fooling around. He had laid me down on the floor while fingering me, and when I looked at his face (bam!) he had this giant booger sticking out of his nose. I didn't know what to do because I was about to cum, and we weren't near anything I could grab to wipe his nose with. So, I closed my eyes and just let him finish fingering me. The rest of the night, I totally forgot about it, until he said: "Hold on, something's on your face." It was his booger. 😬🤢🤣
I actually have a lot of sketches for this AU that I completely forgot about, and I hope to touch them up and post them later :) (ohhh its been so LONG since I’ve done anything with this ship, my poor babies ;-; )
(North is totally Vladimir btw. And Angus is Pooka, although he’s just a wee bit bigger dog breed than whatever the heck Pooka is)
Heeeeeey…remember that Ahsoka doodle I was working on back in July and said I’d be done with tomorrow? Well if tomorrow meant two months later then I’m right on time ;) Super sorry guys I totally forgot about it until someone liked the WIP again recently, so yeah. It’s done now *Jazz hands*
So as a few of you may know (probs not) but I hit 300 followers last month too and I totally forgot to announce it or do anything about it! But yay 300!!
So one sketch request (one character) per person and please reblog with a ref of your oc!
Thanks again everyone!! I love you so much!
My generation is weird, i was born smack dab in the middle of it yet the younger part of the millennials have made up some stuff that took me a while to understand. I will now tell you guys how i understood them at first.
AF- I looked at this and thought “are they trying to spell ALF and they forgot the L?
Lit- Are they talking about books? Literature? doubtful cause i know that 14 and 15 year olds hate reading.
Turnt- Ok i had some trouble to understand this one, like what the fuck is this supposed to me? how the hell does turning relate to having a good time?
Bae- This one is really stupid to me, why? cause its seriously one letter away from Babe, come on guys its a fucking ‘B’ you can pronounce it, please do so you don’t look like a total tool.
Fleek- Is this like some sort of play on the word Geek? is being a geek cool now?
Cash Me Ousside,How bout dah meme- i swear to fucking god this is the stupidest thing since the Kardashians, seriously tell anyone that says anything close to this to go to a library and hit themselves with a book.