i want to draw them close up

It’s a hand, Andrew says, not a question, but not quite mockery, when Neil’s gaze lingers a little too long.
It’s your hand, Neil says, and doesn’t bother to explain. Instead he slips his fingers through Andrew’s and digs in like he can leave his fingerprints on Andrew’s pale skin.
Andrew doesn’t pull away, and they don’t go in until the storm breaks.

I guess you can also call this thing: Andreil, a summary.

fairy2queen  asked:

I❤❤ U!! Umm hi! I have been following since last year (I mean I did see your art before that but I never knew it was you who drew them) Umm I was wondering if you could draw Jaehee and MC's adopted daughter... Not that I'm forcing you to do so! I know you're busy! But if you want then maybe draw her... THANK YOU!

Hello! Thank you so much for all of your support ;;o;; ♥
But aaa thank you for your interest in the JaeheexMC AfterEnd AU! I do have a little something about her so here you go ^o^

Small HC time! Jaehee and MC’s daughter grows up to be a very smart && responsible person! Zen’s kid likes to visit Jaehee+MC’s cafe because he and Jyunghee are close friends (also he asks her to tutor him for school – and MC and Jaehee likes to tease their daughter about it ♥) :D

((Here is a portion from the Family Portrait post for those who haven’t seen it yet – also Jaehee’s hair is short because I haven’t done her route when I drew the set askjdhskjfh))

The Bronze

Summary: You and the team decide to trick Bucky and Steve into watched The Bronze for your movie night. Bucky teases you about your crush on Lance Tucker after noting your reaction to the sex scene.

Warningsteasing, masturbation, smut (reader receiving oral sex)

A/N: Wanted to write a Bucky smut. What’s new? Totes not my best work but I wanted to write a short fic for you guys because I haven’t in a while.

Originally posted by vintagefangirll

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Summary: Castiel comes home to you after he gets tired of saving your brothers, Sam and Dean - time and time again. You decide to let him take all of his frustrations out on you.
A/N: I hope you guys like this one! Any and all feedback is much appreciated! <3
Pairing: Castiel x Reader 
Warnings: language, smut, oral (female receiving), light choking, hair pulling, spanking, over stimulation, really rough sex, just like basically all the things you want Cas to do to you. (Slight Dom!Cas)
Word Count: 2.6k

Originally posted by c4stielnovak

Every once in awhile you stuck behind while your brothers went on a hunt. It was the only time you got any alone time - and you needed your alone time. You weren’t sure what they were even hunting. Cas had went with them and you hadn’t bothered to check your phone for much more than a ‘we’re okay’ text.

If there was one thing you loved about the bunker it was being there alone. No matter how long you’d all lived there, you’d always find something new to get into and to explore. On the fourth day of the hunt, you’d been sitting in your room reading a book when your door suddenly slammed open.

You looked up to see your very displeased angelic boyfriend- “Hey Cas..?”

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Touch of Your Love

 Hey guys! This is an imagine based on this textpost: “when his hands are so nice u just want him to put his fingers in your mouth.” When I saw it, I was like…. me @ Tom…? Basically, it’s as smutty and fluffy as they come, so I hope y'all like it!

Touch of Your Love

She loved his hands because they always engulfed her own.

She loved his hands because they were always warm, but never sweaty, or ever cold.

She loved his hands because they would always be there to guide her to safety.

She loved Tom’s hands because of all the things they did to her in the vehemence of their everlasting moments together.

They would wind themselves like vines against her skull, softly aiding her to wherever he wanted her the most. Sometimes, if Tom couldn’t wait, they’d hold her down against his touch while he worked his fingers, tongue, or hips against her.

Pressing her legs together, she cursed herself for thinking of Tom’s hands when she should be focusing on her professor’s lecture.

There was an in-class discussion occurring about Tennessee Williams’s play, ‘A Streetcar Named Desire,’ which happened to be one of her favorite plays, but she just couldn’t get Tom’s hands, and everything she’d like them to do to her, out of her head.

Her mind wandered to their morning together.

Whenever he was in town, they’d always stay together, no matter what the two had going on individually the next day.

Tom awoke earlier than she did, even though he didn’t need to be up yet because he had a rare free day from work, and he’d turned off her alarm and instead kissed her awake.

After he’d managed to untangle her from him, Tom had gently pushed her hair from the nape of her neck to pepper it with kisses. Then, he pressed hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses down her body, and over the sweater she’d stolen from him to wear bed.

Stirring slightly, she shifted in bed, causing the fabric of the sweater to reveal her midriff. Tom thanked the goddess of love for this blissful opportunity, and began trailing his fingers up and down her body.

She moaned in her sleep and Tom smirked, cracking his knuckles.

He dipped his calloused fingers into the sweet, pink panties she wore and tapped his forefinger against her clit, moving his mouth up to tease her neck with warm licks and kisses.

“Wake up darling,” his voice rasped against the base of her throat.

She awoke, wide-eyes and wet, with Tom’s untamed curls tickling her collarbones and Tom’s fingers preparing to curl inside her.

“Look at you, so lovely and ethereal.” Tom meant it too. He just couldn’t wrap his brain around how she always managed to look like an unearthly, delicate fairy when she awoke, while he resembled an exhausted bear. “Let me give you something to think about while you’re in class.”

Barely rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she burrowed her head back into her pillow and whined.

Tom didn’t make any move to further her pleasure, instead he propped himself up on one elbow to observe her clearer.

Wiggling her hips around, she tried to make Tom understand that she so desperately wanted him to give her something to think about in class.

“You know what I need.” Tom said.

She knew that Tom was waiting for her consent to go further, just as he always did. He always wanted to make sure that she was okay with what they were doing, so he always gave her time to agree or disagree.

“Please Tom,” she finally breathed out, curling her own tiny hand around his wrist.

With that, Tom moved in to kiss her, dragging her off the pillows, so that she’d be closer to where he needed her to be.

Her hair had fanned out around her head in an oh-so-fitting halo, Tom thought.

His mouth pressed urgently against her soft lips and his hands pushed her underwear down and she kicked them off the bed.

Tom hitched one of her legs around his waist, and cradled her hips to his own, his morning wood pushing against the warmth of her center.

Bringing a hand up to his mouth, he sucked three fingers into his mouth to slick them with saliva. She could’ve moaned at the sight.

Tom snuck his fingers back down to where she ached for him, and he pressed one against her clit.

“Fuck,” Tom groaned, doing his best to maintain his cool, “you’re fucking drenched for me. Did you wake up with this in mind, sweet girl?”

Her eyes rolled back when Tom slid a finger inside of her, doing his best to help her prepare for his others.

“Dreamt about you last night sweetheart. You were on this bed, lingerie and heels, all for me. Said you’d been a fucking bad girl and needed a punishment, so I had to drag you over my knee and spank you till your ass was cherry red.” Tom knew she loved being talked to in bed.

Tom couldn’t figure out why, but she was still shy and a little uncertain of herself when she was with him, and it made her feel better, and less embarrassed, to know how badly Tom wanted her too.

He rubbed the palm of his hand against her clit and used his other hand to press her bucking hips back down onto the bed.

Tom guided another finger into her and she gasped his name.

“And then I wake up, and see you looking like a fucking angel, all curled up against my chest, and it was too much, darling. I could feel you breathing, and hear you gasping in your sleep. And then I thought, I gotta fucking have you before you go to class, you’re too much, baby.”

Her thighs squeezed him closer to her and she kissed him, ever so softly, on the throat, her hands guiding themselves up to the nape of his neck.

Tom could tell that she was close, she always held onto him when she came.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you angel? Let me see you cum, darling, I need something think about after you’ve gone too. Come on, darling, let me see you finish.” Tom curled his finger inside her and mercilessly rubbed her clit.

She screamed and tried uselessly to lift her hips off the bed to force his fingers to delve deeper inside of her.

“Tom, please, please please.” Her eyes were fluttering, unable to stay open because she was too focused on Tom’s hands.

“What is it, m’love? Want another? Ask me politely and I’ll give it to you. You know that I’d give you everything, you just need to ask.” Tom kissed her lips and used the hand on her hips to trace hearts on her bare skin.

“Tom,” she was barely breathing, “please, I need another one.” She tried to shift her hips up to meet his hand, but Tom only smirked and held her down firmer.

“Of course, darling. All you had to do was ask.” And with that, Tom slid in another finger and began to use his thumb to draw the words, ‘I love you,’ on her clit and he wanted her shake, and moan, and grip his shoulders.

“Cum, my sweet girl, you’re alright, I’m here. Cum.” Tom ordered, and with that, she did.

Her legs shaking, and her body trembling, and countless ‘I love yous’ fell freely from her lips.

Tom wished that there was some way to bottle up those words, so that he could hear them, breathed into his ear whenever he wished.

He held her close and rubbed her back while she recovered from her early morning orgasm, and he counted each freckle that painted her skin.

“Wanna help me clean up?” Tom asked, bringing the hand that she’d gushed all over, up to her lips.

She tipped her head back opened her mouth, clearly understanding what Tom meant, and he dipped his fingers into the wet confines of her mouth.

Her lips closed behind his hand as she sucked and licked his fingers clean of her.

“Holy fuck,” Tom groaned, rubbing himself through his boxers.

She released him with a pop and Tom hurled himself at her, winding his hands into her hair as her pulled her on top of him.

Sitting so she straddled his lap, she smiled at him.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” Tom murmured, looking up at her and lovingly stroking her thighs. “Go on and get ready, or else I won’t be able to let you leave.”

She clamored from his lap with shakey legs and crossed to the bathroom to begin her morning routine.

Tom laid back in bed, tugging at himself softly while she pranced around the room, removing shirt after shirt, before finally cheekily smiling at him over her shoulder as she settled on one of his sweaters.

He removed his hand from his pants and walked to the door to kiss her goodbye, promising to pick her up for lunch after school.

As she walked to her friend’s waiting car, she looked back and blew him a kiss before rushing to the vehicle.

When Tom had finally seen her off, he leaned up against the door and jacked himself so hard that when he came, he shouted her name.

Little did he know, that now, in her lecture, all she could think about was wrapping her pretty, pink lips around the length of his cock.


Sleight of Hand

They’re still staring each other down when the others shuffle into the room, a collective groan going up at the sight of them at each other’s throats once more.

“So,” Raven starts, conversational, “how do we think Clarke is going to murder Bellamy? Discuss.”

“Knife to the gut?” Miller muses, tapping a finger against his chin. “She’d want to draw it out.”

“She’ll push him off a high-rise.” Monty nods. “Messy, but satisfying.”

“I have it on good authority that she’ll disembowel him with nothing but a spoon and sheer willpower,” Clarke cuts in, dry, “but that’s just me.”

“You know, if you really wanted to get up close and personal with my body, all you had to do was ask.” Bellamy remarks, lips curling into a satisfied smirk when that pulls a scowl out of her.

Notorious criminal prodigy Bellamy Blake has been tasked with a seemingly impossible heist. Luckily enough, he just might have the right crew for it.

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Faery Books -  Reviews pt.1

I love, love collecting pretty much any books that mention faeries. Here’s some different titles I’ve checked out before if you’re looking for any ideas of what you might like to read yourself!

  1. The Fairy Bible by Teresa Moorey: My absolute favourite book for faerie information. Advice for interacting with different faeries, folklore and traditional tales, multiple faerie spells, lots of relevant info. Writing is thorough without getting too lengthy.
  2. The Faerie Book by Samantha Gray: General information about faeries. If you’ve read a lot about fae before, this won’t be as useful, but if you’re just getting started it’s a nice overview about different types of faeries and some lore.
  3. A Complete Guide to Faeries and Magical Beings by Cassandra Eason: Lots of detailed folklore and history. If you want an in-depth guide, this is a good place to start. Each chapter also ends with an activity/meditation you can use for drawing closer to the fae. 
  4. The Complete Book of Flower Fairies by Cicely Mary Baker: Even though CMB states she never saw faeries and the images are imagined, the art and poems are still pretty, and if you want to draw close to flower faeries this book could help you appreciate them and their flowers.
  5. Fairies 101 by Doreen Virtue: Not much info, but many personal stories of different people’s interactions/sightings with faeries, which are positive to read.
  6. Fairies: A Spotter’s Handbook by Alison Maloney: This I picked up in the children’s section but it surprisingly has correct info about different faeries and the things they like. Plus cute little faerie spells you can do!
  7. Good Faeries / Bad Faeries by Brian Froud: Not your Cicely Mary Baker faeries, a book of art that’s more in the traditional view of fae. Contains stories from the author’s personal experience with faeries.
  8. 13 Treasures by Michelle Harrison: A YA book based on traditional faery lore. The faeries in it are of the dangerous, tricky kind, and you can feel the atmosphere of them lurking in a dusty mansion, surrounded by overgrown gardens. Story uses/mentions various ways of dealing with faeries.
  9. Faery Dance by Amy Brown: Any Amy Brown art book is good, IMO! Lovely paintings and cute poem about a girl recalling meeting faeries in her childhood.
  10. Faery Magick by Sirona Knight + Faery Folk by Edain McCoy: I was only able to read a few chapters of these (online), but they seemed to be good sources of information on attracting and warding against faeries, plus general lore.

Have any book recommendations? Please let me know! 😃💕

Okay, so, a couple of people recently have asked for advice on digital lineart, so I just filmed me lining this recent phanart of Phil (sped up 4X). The drawing software is Fire Alpaca, and the tablet is a Wacom Intuos Draw. 

Here are some basic tips: 

*** Make really big swooping strokes, and overlap the strokes/objects/lines - and then AFTER, erase the lines you don’t want to see. This is instead of just trying to meet lines up with the ends of other ends to close boundaries, and will ensure that overall, your lines look a lot smoother. 

*** Try drawing the lines multiple times - play around with different curves and arcs - not only will this give you more practice, which is never a bad thing, but it will make everything flow better. As you can see in the video, with some lines I drew them several times before settling on the final one. 

*** Use the transform tools in the software! The program comes with a lot of really useful tools that you can use to easily manipulate your lineart - resize, flip horizontally or vertically, move around, etc. It’s usually better to just re-draw it, to get more practice, but simply transforming the lines can be really efficient and save you a lot of time :) 

*** Flip the canvas to make errors more obvious - this is good to do at ANY stage in your art. You can do this traditionally by holding your art up to a mirror, or flipping it over and shining a light through it. Trust me, it works!! It basically tricks your brain into seeing everything for the first time. Flip back and forth a few times, making small adjustments along the way, until you’re happy with it. 

*** PRACTICE A LOT. Seriously. I’ve been drawing with a tablet for over 10 years, and I still have a LONG WAY TO GO. Getting good at ANY skill takes a lot of patience, practice, revisions, and more practice. The rewards are sooo worth it though!! Keep going :D 

anonymous asked:

I can't ever express how much I love your ayayui art blog. This pair is less common than with his other brothers, but they fit each other so well. Um, I was wondering. What do you think their child would look like? You don't have to answer tho!

Hello, dear! Thank you for your sweet message! I’m sorry it took me so long to answer but I wanted to make this answer special since I felt so inspired but I was on vacation and didn’t have my graphic tablet with me. I guess I went a little overboard with it but this is how I imagine Ayayui’s family haha:

I hope you like it! And I hope it’s not too cliché lmao. I didn’t draw them in their child/toddler-state because I prefer drawing more grown up characters, and you get to see how they’ll look in the future.

I imagine them all to be pretty close with each other, but also a lot of  quarreling. Ayato’s tries his best to make them get along with each other (sometimes even forces them haha) because he dislikes disfunctional families. Yui doesn’t sweat it that much, because she knows a little squabbling is normal. She’s also her daughters confidante, for “girl-stuff” and “love-issues”. She also thinks Ayato is too strict with her and constantly tries and talks to him but no chance, “No boyfriend until she’s married!”

Some days ago I came out to some people as demisexual and to be quite honest, I never thought I’d have to. But with them constantly asking me about this kind of stuff, especially due to me “apparently” being a “late bloomer” in relationships, I was kind of forced to do so. And, understandably, none of them knew what demisexual means, and that is completely ok. The thing that bothered me though was how many disregarded this label as “isn’t that how all decent people are?”.

Being demisexual, cut short, means you don’t experience sexual attraction without having an emotional bond with a person. And for some this might translate to “i need emotions to have sex” or “i don’t sleep with strangers”, but hear me out: it doesn’t.

I went into puberty quite early and for me that always was my explanation for why my sexual interest in others never spiked up (since normally you are not interested in having sbd nail you at the age of 11). But quickly noticing this not being the case I got confused. Other teens my age had sexual relationships everywhere, falling in and out of love, getting horny because they saw a pretty face. And I didn’t. And I felt ill, kind of.

After some time I stumbled upon asexuality and I started to panic. Cause, to be honest, I didn’t want to *not* have sex (though that isn’t wrong at all, I am NOT saying asexuality is bad, NO way). I did, so much. I just wasn’t able to feel the attraction needed for these activities. A couple of years were spent fighting an internal battle until that one day. It was during pride and I stumbled over a collection of flags. As posts like these are always tagged to the heavens I went through all of them and when I got to demisexual I was blown away.

This spoke to me on such a personal level I nearly cried. There were others who felt the same. Others who did not experience sexual attraction, but still wanted this kind of intimacy with a partner. Moreover, I realised the asexual/grey spectrum literally is a spectrum and is not a one way ticket.

So when friends, humans I trusted and held close (people I thought maybe had picked up on my confusion over the years) told me they don’t understand my troubles and that I shouldn’t “make a fuss”, I was shocked.

But instead of crumbling like I did when I had my first sexuality crisis, I flipped them the verbal finger and left the room.

Cause this is where I draw the line:
Don’t invalidate the sexualities of other people. Don’t judge things you don’t understand. Don’t tell somebody that their whole thought process and self exploration was for nothing cause you can’t wrap your head around the labels they choose for themselves.

His Drunken Mistake- Part Three

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader
Warnings: swearing, angst, eventual fluff 

read His Drunken Mistake HERE
read part two HERE

A/N: I think this is gonna be the last part…. but I’m not sure yet! Thanks to everyone who’s been reading and leaving comments, it really makes my day guys:) If you want to send me an ask click HERE

read His Drunken Mistake HERE
read part two HERE

The next morning, you woke up with the worst hangover of your life. It was fitting though, a small act of karma for all the shit you’d done the night before. 

Even though your memory was hazy, you were able to piece together basically what had happened: Steve messed up, and you had too. But it was more than that, the fight you’d had, you didn’t know if the two of you would be able to bounce back so quickly. 

Just judging from the car ride home alone, things were so broken. He’d been silent, gripping the steering wheel so his knuckles were white, and refusing to look in your direction. You’d never seen him like that before, no matter how pissed he was. He hadn’t so much as checked his blind spot on your side of the car.  

Normally, when you fought, it didn’t last longer than a day. You’d come running back to each other as soon as you realized how stupid the two of you were being- but not this time. 

As you made your coffee that morning, you tried to remind yourself of the fact that you and Steve loved each other. But it wasn’t enough, and nothing you did could suppress that sinking feeling you’d had in your chest since you woke up. Without Steve beside you.  

Because you knew what you’d done was so much more than just making Steve jealous, hurting him back, it was what Nancy had done. She’d found another guy, shit had hit the fan at a party almost identical to Tina’s, and Steve was a wreck after it all went down.  

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Invitation To Auradon

Request: “Could ya do a Harry hook x reader who’s a part of mals gang but wasn’t invited to auradon. And so she watches the coronation with Harry and friends and she’s so angry that they’ve forgotten and left her there and that they have gotten their happy ending but she’s stuck on the isle and Harry comforts her like “we’ll get out of here someday”

Pairing: Harry Hook x Reader

A/N: REQUESTS ARE CLOSED and I changed this request up a bit since I wanted it to have a happy ending

Warnings: None

Originally posted by painfulblisss

The pirate crew was currently watching the royal cotillion but you weren’t. You were drawing with your finger on the table trying to distract yourself. You were sad because you hated being at the Isle you wanted to go to Auradon with Mal, Evie, Carlos and Jay but that didn’t happen.

“You’re upset because they didn’t take you with them right?” Harry asked taking his eyes off the screen and sitting next to you.

“Yeah is it that obvious?” You asked.

“Mhmm you’re breaking my heart hear I don’t like seeing you sad.” Harry said.

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#65- Really rough sex (Megstiel)

Requested by @purgatoan​ for my kink list. (Masterlist here)

Warnings: Rough sex

Word Count: 1000ish

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy it! XOXO

Move some furniture around.

That’s what Meg had said when she first mentioned them doing this. And Cas had understood the metaphor.

Only it turns out not to be a metaphor.

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kamushiramu  asked:

Hello! Excuse me, I'm not good at drawing skirts, I was wondering how do you do it?

Hi! I’m not good at them either, but when I need to I try to do a guide line of where I want it and start drawing following it like this:

It ends up close enough to what it should look like sooooooooooo…….. 

(And as always, I use this a a base and then edit it later if I need to)

Isaac is the first one to show up at the loft. Derek can’t say that he’s surprised; Isaac was faster than the other betas at figuring out how to use his senses, and has always been more sensitive to them. It makes sense that he would be the first to feel From inside the loft, Derek can smell his unease, and smiles. A bitten wolf wouldn’t understand what’s happening. But Derek knows, has experienced it before, and is already prepared. He’s been feeling the effects of the upcoming event for last three days. He’s been planning for it for even longer.

Erica and Boyd show up together a few hours after Isaac, which isn’t a surprise either. Since graduating high school, the pair have been practically one unit. For Derek, seeing how healthy and strong their relationship is makes something warm and content curl in his belly. They’ve all grown so much, and watching Erica and Boyd grow together reminds Derek of his parents; Erica has his mother’s fierceness, and Boyd his father’s calm.

As he watches them curl together on the couch, content with what’s to come, Derek thinks that will be the end of it. After all, Jackson followed Lydia out of state to go to college, Scott can still be leary of him even though he’s accepted Derek as his alpha, and the others won’t be able to feel the pull in the same way. It doesn’t bother Derek, not really. He knows that they all have their own lives that they have to live. And it’s not like he asked them all to come together anyway. Heck, he never even really mentioned what was happening and why it should be celebrated.

That’s why he’s surprised when Stiles barges into the loft, a pillow clutched under his arm, smile wide as he takes in Derek’s confused expression. Before he can say anything though, Erica is calling out at Stiles for cuddles, and he falls into the pile on the couch with a content sigh. Of course Stiles would know about the event. Of course he would show up for it. Derek doesn’t really know why he was surprised at all. Stiles is always there.

Right before dinner, Scott shows up with Allison, looking blissed out and happy to be around everyone. He let’s Derek rub a hand against his neck to scent mark him without complaining, and doesn’t bat an eye when Derek does the same to Allison. Boyd giggles at how content he looks, laughing even harder when Scott tugs him into a hug. Derek is happy that he showed up.

The last of the pack make their unexpected appearance right before everyone goes to sleep, turning in early so that they’ll be ready for what’s to come the next day. It’s almost startling, how relaxed Jackson looks, how pleased he is to see everyone piled together in the living room with pillows and sleeping bags. Sure, he has come a long way since joining the pack, but he can still be a little shit sometimes, so the completely content expression on his face is more than a little surreal.

Lydia watches him flop down onto the floor with a fond expression, before claiming the couch for herself, jostling Stiles out of his place without batting an eye. Danny and Kira share a laugh at the display before accepting their places on the floor with gratitude, just happy to have a place to rest after their flights back to Beacon Hills.

Derek watches everyone in his pack relax together, waiting until he hears the last heartbeat slow down with sleep before heading out to make the final preparations. Now that the pack is reunited, he wants everything to be perfect. The first time should leave an impression.


“This is impressive, Sourwolf,” Stiles compliments, whistling low at the sight. Along the lake’s edge, chairs are grouped together, coolers are filled. Derek made sure to dig out the fire pit and stock it with wood for when night falls, and together it all makes for a pretty relaxing sight.

Knowing that Stiles approves though makes Derek preen, and it’s harder to hide now with the effects of the moon. He shuffles in the sand, suddenly feeling like he’s eleven again with his first crush. “I just wanted it to be special for them,” he admits, probably too honest.

Stiles cocks his head to one side, studies him closely, then grins. “I should start calling you Sweetwolf instead,” is all he says, stepping out of Derek’s reach with a laugh. “Come on Sweetwolf, we should get everyone ready for the viewing. It’s almost time, right?”

Derek closes his eyes and turns his face up towards the sky. The sun remains a hot pressure on his skin, but the pull of the moon drawing ever closer is a steady thrum. He opens his eyes again, and smiles at Stiles. “Yeah. It’s almost time.”

When he takes a step to join the rest of the pack though, Stiles remains frozen. “It’s kind of weird,” he admits finally, “seeing all of you like this. I mean, I understand that the solar eclipse is like a major power boost for all of you, but I didn’t expect everyone to be so-.” Stiles trails off, hunting for a word strong enough to encompass the peace exuding from the werewolves. “Soft.”

“You don’t get it,” Derek says in response, not in a harsh way. He tries to explain, thinking about what his mother told him so many years ago. “It’s not that we are stronger during the eclipse. We’re just more settled. Our wolves are closer to us, our senses easier to read. Here, imagine pressing your hand against a glass window and having someone press theirs back on the other side; you aren’t really touching them, but you still feel the sensation of their warmth. You don’t even think about what you’re not feeling. In a sense, that’s how we feel on a normal day. The wolf is there, the same as our human selves are, but they are more distinct, separated by a window of sorts.”

Derek looks out over the pack when staring into Stiles’ eyes becomes too much to handle. “During a lunar eclipse, it’s not that we lose power, but more like we’re suddenly trapped alone in a cement room, trying to feel though that. We still have our power, but whereas it’s always felt natural for us, now it feels foreign and impossible to access. During the solar eclipse though, the window it gone.” He gives into the urge to reach out and take Stiles’ hand, watching in fascination as their fingers curl together. “It’s actually feeling complete warmth and contentment without having to work for it. It’s feeling whole and settled and so relaxed. Kind of like how you feel when you get high, so utterly yourself that nothing can get in the way.”

Stiles squeezes Derek’s fingers tight, and Derek smiles at him and tugs him forward. They settle into the chairs left for them side by side without letting go of one another, and Derek thinks that holding onto him feels natural too. Later, he’ll admit that to Stiles, still feeling the rush of the eclipse and the warmth of his presence. He’ll share with him how his mother used to plan trips for them nearly every year so that they could experience the solar eclipse, how his pack would travel together all over and join up with other packs doing to same. He’ll listen as Stiles states that planning something like that with their new pack would be a great idea, how he’s always wanted to travel and how it seems like a great way for everyone to bond more. And later, Derek’ll nuzzle his face into Stiles’ neck, agree that they should do it, press a kiss softly into Stiles’ skin and say that they should do it together.

But for now, surrounded by a pack full of warmth and love and enough jagged edges to make an interesting puzzle, Derek doesn’t worry about later. Instead, he just tilts his head back, holds onto Stiles a little tighter, and waits for the eclipse.


This was for @sterekwritingroom’s flash event in celebration of the solar eclipse

Artwork - Part 1

Summery: Bucky Barnes is a struggling artist who has no inspiration, until he saw you.
Word Count: 1100+
Triggers: Homework
A/N: Based on this ask from @bucky-plums-barnes spinoff saturday

Originally posted by aliyastan

If you could go back and change one thing in your life it would be going to college. You could probably live off minimum wage. It would be so much better then writing this damn essay.

‘20 pages’ you mumbled to yourself as you pushed the door open to your favourite coffee shop. It was early morning so the line was crazy long. Opting to sit down and wait for the line to get a little shorter, you had your pick of tables.

After scanning the room for a few minutes, the weight of your laptop on your shoulder becoming ever more present, you made your decision. There was a round table, enough for two people but your laptop claimed it for you. It was right in the back, in the corner. You had a perfect view of the whole room, the platform it was on slightly raised.

Sighing to yourself, you plopped yourself down on the chair. You opened the laptop and took out the relevant papers. You started typing and by 10 the room was practically empty

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Got so many requests for Porco! (and I know I’m missing one of you, I’ll be drawing that one later, I promise!) Everyone wants to see the salt pork boy blush <3 As do I, of course! And you can count on it that all of these are reactions to Reiner and/or sandwiches (or maybe Zeke praising him for the center drawing).

I’ll be officially closing the expression meme requests here, cause y’all have filled up my inbox! Please expect to see some scattered over the next week or two since I plan on using them as warmups.

@from-armin-to-z, @armorofone, @areallyyellowmango, @bara-dads