i was wondering how it would looks in colour

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It would have been pretty funny if everyone decided to just go with the flow and call Overhaul “OverHo”  😂. How did Rappa even manage to mess up his name, “Overhaul” is such an easy name to remember.

(^ I wonder what their official colours are, have their official colours been released yet?? I just went with what I thought looked nice 😅)

Kissing Prompts

Anonymous said:First Kiss prompts? Thanks, and I adore your writing!//  Anonymous said:Do you have any nervous first kiss prompts? (See here)

Anonymous said:hi! i love your prompts and was wondering if i could request some kissing prompts? nothing too specific, just whatever you’re in the mood for writing. thank you so much!! (See also here and here)


1) “So…you’ve never been kissed before.”
“You caught that, then,” the protagonist said dully. 
“Would you like to be?” 
The protagonist stilled, heart racing in an instant. All of a sudden all they could focus on was the warmth of their crush’s knee brushing against theirs, and the sound of breath and, at a glance, how soft their lips looked. They swallowed. “By, um, by you?”
Colour spread over their crush’s cheeks and they looked down. “It was just an idea-”
“Yes.” 
It hovered in the air between the two of them for a moment, before their crush turned to face them, cupping their jaw. Slow at first and then - the protagonist thought distantly that those lips were as soft as they looked. And their heart was tripping over the gold tape finishing line first place. 


2) The protagonist was absolutely certain they were going to pass out with nerves. Good nerves. Giddy, cranking up a rollercoaster nerves. The kiss came quick and chaste. Then, with the realisation that they’d done it, a laugh, fumbling hands, and another go. Longer, this time, as their back hit the wall. 


3) Their lover kissed idly, thoughtlessly. A brush to the forehead when they passed, or to their shoulder when they sprawled watching TV, to their cheek as they left the house for the day or gave them a cup of tea. It was more simple, lovely affection than they knew what to do with at first. 
And then, with no warning, it stopped. And the protagonist didn’t know why. 

pilgrimme  asked:

Hello! I just discovered your blog and i figurativelly want to bulge my eyes out at how good your works are. Seriously, this is incredible, you pay attention to so much detail in order for the colors to look real and alive i just...how can someone make the skintone look so real and the hair so detailed and the background even! Sorry my fangirl is showing lol. Just wondering, how long have you been doing digital art? Have a nice day :)

*JUNGSHOOKS* Hi there T.T

Well i started last summer so i would say more and less 1 year *-*
The thing is i started studying colour theory and anatomy before i move to digital cause i wanted to understand what im doing. When i sketch i try to draw more and less  the main muscles and bones of the face specialy, so that i know how to place light and shadow after :D

i start free hand and move to grids after to place and correct mistakes

*these are part of a tiny tutorial i did on instagram but i think it helps explaining XD*
THANK YOU SO MUCH for you support and sweet message <3

100 Reasons To Live

  1. We would miss you.
  2. It does get better. Eventually, it will get better. Before every rainbow, there’s a storm, and before every dawn there’s the darkness of night.
  3. There are so many things you would miss out on doing.
  4. There are so many people you would miss out on meeting.
  5. Many people care about you. I know I do.
  6. You are worth happiness and you are worth life. Don’t let anyone yourself included, tell you otherwise.
  7. You are amazing.
  8. The freedom of owning your own car, or of graduating from school.
  9. You will never hear the voice of your favourite musical artist again if you’re gone.
  10. The feeling of walking into a warm building or standing beside a fire on a cold day.
  11. You’ll find your soulmate someday, if romance is a path you want to walk along.
  12. Red pandas. 
  13. Sitting at diners at three in the morning when the world is somehow quiet and whispering all at once.
  14. Soft pillows.
  15. Eating pizza.
  16. Proving all the naysayers wrong when you succeed. (And you will.)
  17. Being able to help other people.
  18. Sitting on rooftops, whether it’s to watch the clouds or the stars, or to simply sit and think.
  19. Going on roadtrips, by yourself or with good friends.
  20. Singing loudly along with music in the car.
  21. Hearing crazy stories.
  22. Telling other people crazy stories.
  23. Ice cream on a hot day. 
  24. Meeting your heroes or people you look up to in person.
  25. Staying in your own room at a fancy hotel.
  26. Trampolines, and the feeling of jumping higher than you could on solid ground.
  27. Your favourite film. You won’t get to watch it again if you’re gone, you know.
  28. Laughing out loud because of an inside joke between you and a friend, or simply because you saw or heard something funny. 
  29. You make the world better, even if it’s just for one person.
  30. People do care. I promise.
  31. Treehouses.
  32. You are unique. There is no one on this planet exactly like you.
  33. A cat could become president of the United States and you won’t be around to see it. 
  34. Chocolate.
  35. Starbucks.
  36. Hugs, if you like them.
  37. You have a purpose. Trust me. Everyone does.
  38. You’ve changed someone’s life. And you could change the world.
  39. You have your entire life ahead of you.
  40. Snow angels and snowmen.
  41. And snowball fights, and sledding, and skiing, and snow forts!
  42. Laughing until you cry. 
  43. The world would not be the same if you didn’t exist. 
  44. A hot, relaxing shower or bath after a stressful day.
  45. Getting completely hammered with a group of good friends.
  46. Good food.
  47. Staying up all night watching your favourite films or binging your favourite television programme.
  48. Dancing and singing along to your favourite songs.
  49. Sleeping in.
  50. Creating something you’re proud of.
  51. Meeting your Internet friends.
  52. Tea, whether it’s hot or iced.
  53. Chocolate chip cookies warm from the oven.
  54. Holding someone’s hand.
  55. Finding sea glass worn smooth by time.
  56. Listening to a new album from one of your favourite musical artists.
  57. Hiking up a mountain.
  58. Making a child giggle until they fall over.
  59. Packages and cards in the mail.
  60. Musicals. 
  61. Old books.
  62. Popsicles in the summer.
  63. Sunlight filtering through the leaves of the trees and dappling the ground.
  64. Dogs. Stray dogs, dogs that need saving, pet dogs, other people’s dogs, fluffy dogs, big dogs, small dogs.
  65. The sunset or sunrise in hues of rose and gold and lavender, like the sky has caught fire.
  66. Forests, and walking through them.
  67. Picnics.
  68. Guitars.
  69. Pianos.
  70. Kaleidoscopes. 
  71. Free samples in grocery stores, and the kind workers who slip you extra ones.
  72. Plants; taking care of them, admiring them, sitting among them and thinking.
  73. Poetry.
  74. Sunlight shining into your room after a rainstorm. 
  75. Beaches; the soft sand, the hushed murmur of the waves.
  76. Bird watching.
  77. Christmas, or Hannukah, or Kwanzaa. 
  78. Fireworks; bursts of colour and brightness and crackling energy.
  79. Constellations, and learning to pick them out from the dark blue velvet of the night sky.
  80. Late night phone calls or video chats.
  81. Roaming thrift shops and finding wonderful new clothing or items that you can afford. 
  82. Vacations to familiar places, or to new places to explore.
  83. Compliments.
  84. Learning; learning new concepts, or new language, or new lessons, or new songs.
  85. Autumn. The colourful leaves, the special flavours of lattes, Halloween, scarves, candy, sweaters, leaping into leaf piles, the way the air in the morning is crisp and cold and gives a jolt of energy to your lungs when you inhale.
  86. Sorting your favourite characters or even other people into Hogwarts houses.
  87. Someday your dreams will come true. 
  88. Baking; cookies, pies, biscuits, bread, cakes, and whatever else you want to eat. 
  89. Cats; their soft fur, bright eyes, hilarious antics, and the low rumble of their purrs as they curl up beside you. 
  90. Feeling the wind whip through your hair as you rollerskate, or ride a bicycle, or skateboard.
  91. Standing in the rain with your face tilted upward and feeling the cool droplets on your face and just reveling in the feeling. 
  92. Decorating your room or your new apartment in just the right way so that it looks wonderful and reflects a look that is uniquely you.
  93. That feeling when you get in bed after a long day, and your body just completely relaxes.
  94. Butterflies. Gentle, pretty, colourful-winged creatures.
  95. Bumblebees! They’re such noble creatures, and it’s because of them we have all the different foods we do.
  96. Horseback riding.
  97. Reading a story or watching something that gives you a totally new perspective and makes you think about the world that much differently.
  98. Colours. Imagine how dull the world would be without them. (Imagine how dull the world would be without you and your smile.)
  99. I love you. And if even one person loves you, that’s still a reason to stay alive.
  100. “There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.

I Just had to throw colors at this. When I saw this on twitter…

What’d you think. Hope i did it justice. I was trying something different… mostly inspired by my favourite colorist… Marte Garcia… I just love how he colours and brings this amazing feel and look to everything he works on… So i tried my best to recreate and add a sort of mood to the drawing by Tom Derenick… not that it needed. The mood was present in the line art.

Spent quite a few days on this one. More time than I thought i would… XD

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you'd consider doing a continuation of the previously meeting Andreil prompt?? It's so amazing! ❤️❤️

oh look i was garbage again and took like two weeks to write this but anyways here u go!!!!

This is a continuation of this prompt!

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When Neil arrived at the South Carolina Airport his lungs felt like they could properly expand for the first time in months.  Like a rib he didn’t even know that he had broken had miraculously healed.

Neil had always secretly liked airports.  While the risks of flying on falsified information were concerning, the constant unfamiliarity of changing flights and passengers warring against the ever familiar feel of routine was comforting to a boy whose life seemed to always echo that exact sentiment.  Neil’s life had always repeated the same pattern: land in a place, stay only long enough that maybe one or two people would recognize him, and then get the hell out on the next available flight.  Maybe airports were comforting because they were the closest thing to a constant Neil had.

The feeling of eyes following him across the arrivals area unsettled Neil deeply.  He forced himself to look up rather than ducking his head and running; like every one of his instincts were screaming to do.

“Josten,” Andrew said in way of greeting.  Neil’s eyes tracked over his jawline, taking notice of how, like with so much more of Andrew, it had sharpened since they were younger.   Andrew’s own eyes looked Neil over slowly like a golden syrup reminiscent of how Andrew’s eyes were thickly coloured.

“I see you still have that God awful duffel bag,” Andrew continued, “Anything else?”

Neil shook his head. “Just this.”  Andrew nodded and took off walking towards the exit, expecting Neil to follow.  Even after so many years Andrew was still predictable.

But apparently so was Neil since he followed him out the door.  

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Nothing Can Beat Home

Originally posted by black-horse-soul

Bilbo Baggins x Siren!Reader

Length: 1680 words

Warnings: not really, just cute!bilbo and domestic!reader, fem reader?

Requested

Hobbits were a simple race, who led very simple lives.

Their needs were little; they like to live close to the earth and nature, taking pride in their grass-covered homes and their gardens. Generally, staying away from the troubles of the ‘big people’ of Middle Earth, as well as large bodies of water (due to hobbits often not being able to swim), was how they kept such happy, simple lives. Hobbits found happiness in the simple pleasures of life. Enjoying good food, drinking good ale, smoking good pipe weed, and joining joyous gatherings were all the luxuries they needed in life.

Fitting into the Shire had been a long and arduous process for you – mostly due to you having to understand the significant physical and cultural differences between the siren people, your people, and the hobbits.

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You’re something special ♡ Grayson

Request: ‘‘Heeyy your ims are so deep🌊 I don’t even know how to call em in other interpretation. BTW can I have a G im where he watches her every action imagining how badly he want her to be his girl, and in one day he just tell her all the things he want (And pls don’t forget about kisses u describes em soo f👑 amazing)‘‘

Response: Thank u lovely! That’s so sweet ^.^ Okay guys, so this imagine is honestly one of my favorites I’ve written, I think, (hope that doesn’t sound cocky lol) but yeah, I think this one turned out pretty okay :) so let me know what you think xx

Warning: English is not my native language, so if there are any vocabulary/grammar mistakes, please ignore them. I try my best :)

Graysons POV

My eyes almost hurt when I look at her. She is so beautiful. She looks like an angel, and she doesn’t even have to try. It may sound cliché, but I admire everything about her. Since I saw her I can’t stop thinking about her. She is so gentle, the way she talks and the way she treats people… I wish I could tell her all these things, but I don’t want to her to think that I’m a desperate stalker, trying to get attention from girls.

It’s a normal day of school and I’m sitting in class. When the bell finally rings, I look at my phone and see that it’s almost three o’clock. Normally around this time on Friday Y/N is in the library, looking for books she can read in the weekend. Or just books to help her studying. Don’t even ask me how I know this, because it’s actually embarrassing. I grab by bag, leave the classroom and rush into the library.

I silently open the door of the library. It’s almost empty. Of course, it was Friday. Not many people went to the library at school when it was almost weekend. I walk through the library that is stuffed with bookcases, peeking my head around every corner to see if she’s here.

And when I see her my heart skips a beat. She’s sitting at a table with a few books around her, reading one of them with the tip of her pen in her mouth and her hair up in a bun. I quickly grab a random book and walk to the table where she’s sitting. I sit down and open the book, glancing down at her. She looks up and her beautiful red lips curl into a sweet smile. It only last like two seconds, but it felt like an eternity. I smile back, probably looking really goofy.

When she starts reading her book again I try to look as if I’m reading mine too, but my eyes keep flickering back to her. She looked incredibly pretty today and smelled so nice. Even from where I was sitting I could smell her perfume; vanilla with a touch of something sweet, maybe flowers. She didn’t wear a lot of make up; just a bit of mascara and something on her lips.

Her eyebrows were full and her cheeks were a bit chubby, but I actually thought that that was really cute. And even if she did wore a lot of makeup I’d still adore her. She could even throw on a garbage bag and still look gorgeous.

I look at her rosy cheeks and the freckles on her nose and wonder how her skin would feel like. Probably very soft. And her eyes… they were so friendly and had the most beautiful colour. I could stare into them forever. I wanted to touch her and wrap my arms around her with her head resting on my chest. I wanted to make her feel safe and loved.

I lick my lips at the thought of how her naked body would feel pressed to mine. But not even in a sexual way; we could just lay together, feeling calm and at peace. I would love hearing her heartbeat and her warm breath against my neck. I casually stroke a hand through my hair when I feel my cheeks burning. If she could only read my mind… I just couldn’t stop thinking about her, I wanted her to be mine so bad.

Your POV

You couldn’t believe that Grayson Dolan, your crush since freshman year, was sitting in front of you. You always thought he had been a cute guy, but you knew he didn’t read and you found it odd that he was in the library. Sitting in front of you. On a Friday afternoon. With his book upside down. God, he was so adorable. The book he was holding looked so small compared to his large hands. He had such beautiful hands. You wondered how they’d feel holding yours.

‘Enjoying your book?’ you ask with a little smile, while you catch him looking at you. He blinks and immediately looks back into his book. ‘Me? Eh yeah, it’s pretty good,’ he chuckles nervously. ‘It’s upside down, you know?’ you giggle and turn a page in the book you had been reading. His cheeks turn even more red than they already were and he turns the book around, so that he could actually read the thing. A few minutes pass and you feel him looking at you. Whenever you look back at him, he quickly looks away.

After about half an hour you’re done with your studying and as bad as you wanted to stay in the library with this beautiful human being, you really had to go home. You grab your stuff and stand up from your chair. Hesitantly you put your bag around your shoulder, not knowing if you should say goodbye or not. Why not? you thought. ‘Bye, Grayson,’ you say and walk towards the exit of the library. Grayson quickly stands up too.

‘Wait,’ he says and before you know it he grabs your hand and stops you from walking. You look at your hand holding his. It looked so tiny compared to his hand. He lets go of you, looking a little embarrassed. ‘Yeah?’ you encourage him, looking up. ‘I know that we don’t talk that much, which is why I completely understand if you say no, but I think you’re a really nice girl and I was wondering if… if you would maybe want to go on a date sometime? Are you free tonight?’ he asks with a sweet voice.

You inner self starts screaming, but you remain to stay calm. Was this a dream?! ‘Yes… Of course,’ you answer, shrugging your shoulders. You never really had plans for the weekend, except if you counted watching Netflix with a bag of Doritos. He looks relieved and smirks. ‘Nice! Should I pick you up tonight? At seven?’ ‘Sounds great,’ you say happily.               

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The date had been perfect so far. He had picked you up at your house and brought you to a chic – but not too chic – restaurant. The food tasted amazing and the whole atmosphere was just so lovely. There were candles burning on the table and the interior was very cute. There was even a live band playing in the background.

You guys got to know each other better and just talked about everything and anything that crossed your minds. It actually felt like you had known each other your whole life, which was a very nice feeling. After dinner you went to go to the cinema. With his hand on your thigh he looked at you during the entire movie. And when you looked back at him you expected him to kiss you, but he didn’t.

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He stops the car in front of your house, steps out and walks to the other side of the car to open the door for you. He sure was a true gentleman. You take his outstretched hand and together you walk to the door of your house. You turn around so you faced him, and realise you were actually standing really close.

‘Thank you for tonight,’ you whisper. He smiles and strokes a hair out of your face. ‘Thank you. I had a very nice evening. Maybe we could do it again some time?’ ‘I would love that,’ you say, almost drowning in his brown, husky eyes. ‘I should probably go… Thank you, again. Have a nice weekend, Y/N,’ Grayson says. But you don’t let go of his hand.

‘You could come in for a minute, if you want. My parents aren’t home, so…’ you say, trying to look innocent. ‘Yeah, sure,’ Grayson says, his eyes growing a little wider. You open the door and walk to the living room, with Graysons hand still holding yours.

You sit down on the couch, with Grayson next to you. Again, his face was just a few inches away from yours. You could see his little moustache hairs and smell his minty breath and cologne. It sent shivers down your spine. Slowly he leans closer to you, until his nose is touching yours. And when you think he’s about to kiss you, he pulls back. You stare at him, a little confused. Did you do something wrong?

‘Y/N, I want to say something to you…’ he says, looking down at his shoes. ‘Yeah?’ you say, placing a hand on his thigh. He looks back at you, with the cutest smile on his face. ‘It will probably sound very cheesy, but… I am so happy that I met you, honestly. This evening was just perfect. At least for me it was perfect. I like everything about you, every little thing, and I think you were meant for me,’ Grayson says. Your heart flutters at his words and a big smile appears on your face. ‘Grayson…’ you start, but he stops you. ‘Wait, let me finish this, before I forget what I want to say,’ he chuckles.

‘All I can think about lately is how much I want to kiss you. You’re the only one I want. I love your laugh and I love the way you make me laugh. I want to be the constant in your life, if you let me… you’re something special,’ he says while he cups your face with his large hands. ‘Oh Grayson,’ you whisper while your smile grows bigger. ‘That’s so sweet. I – I’ but he interrupts your stutters by gently pressing his warms lips against yours.

He opens your mouth and slides his tongue between your lips. You let him dominate you however he wants. You gasp for air as his hands slowly trail down your body, from your back to your waist and then to your thighs. You close your eyes while his kisses are getting deeper and rougher and he starts kissing your jawline and neck.

You dig your nails into his scalp, trying to contain the pleasure. His fluffy hair strokes against your cheek while he pleases you. He tenderly starts sucking your neck and you feel him smirking while he listens to your soft moans. After a minute or so you slowly start pushing him away, before it got too intense.

You wanted to take things slowly, since this was your first date with Grayson. You never even kissed on a first date, but oh well, Grayson Dolan was an exception. He pulls back and looks with loving eyes down at you. ‘I can’t wait for the days when I get to kiss you every morning and every night,’ he whispers while he entwines his fingers with yours. You giggle and you couldn’t even describe how perfect this moment was.

He Who Waits for Something Good (2/?)

Jamie & Claire | Modern AU | At forty-five, Jamie fears he will never meet someone that measures up to the woman of his dreams.

Whilst I’m trying to figure out how to unshackle Jamie in ‘Lifeline’ (I mean, DO NOT WORRY, I have it all figured out), have some more of whatever the fuck this story is!

Thank you to the fanfic fairy @marlosbooknook for motivating me with cat gifs ;)

(Also, I don’t speak Scottish Gaelic, so any Gaelic included in this chapter may or may not be correct)

I. Woman of His Dreams

II. Fragments of Memory

November 15, 2017

His dreams were filled with images of her. He didn’t know her name, knew nothing of her but her face. Her smile was engaging and her lips sweet and full. Her eyes were alluring, reflecting the golden colour of the whiskey in her glass.

Her hair was pinned up, revealing a long neck. At the nape of her neck, a few curls had managed escaped their confinement. He wanted to take the pins out and free her dark curls. He wanted to run his hands through those soft curls as his lips worked their way down the pale skin of her neck.

She visited his dreams ever so often, usually as an abstract image. Sometimes he imagined meeting her in the park or at a cafe. Sometimes he wondered if he had met her before.

Most nights the dreams of her were amorous. He had never heard her speak, only gasp and moan in the dark as their bodies came together again and again and again. He remembered the taste of sweat on her skin and how soft she felt in his grasp. He remembered the moonlight illuminating her fine bones.

Remembered. That was the operating word, was it not? He must have met her before, how otherwise could his image of her be so clear. He thought his mind could never have created so perfect a being from a blank sheet.

When Jamie woke from yet another such dream, frustrated as he once again realised that it wasn’t real, she wasn’t real, he came to the decision to put an end to this once and for all. His sister was right; he couldn’t keep chasing a twenty-year-old dream. He was longing to settle down with someone. He was longing for a family.


“Who was the first woman you dated?” asked Ian, not taking his eyes off the road. They were in the car on their way to Inverness.

Jamie rolled his eyes. “Ye ken who.”

“Oh, aye! It was that French girl. But that never went far, did it?”

“No.” It hadn’t. Jamie had been pining for Annalise a long time—long to a teenage boy, at least—before they finally started dating, and then it didn’t take long before she had left him for another.

“Why are ye asking me this anyway?”

“I remember who ye lost your virginity to,” said Ian, ignoring the question. “That was Mary MacNab. Did ye like her?”

What? Of course I liked her. I wouldna go to bed wi’ a woman I didna even like. What kind of question is that?”

“I meant could ye see yourself dating her now?”

“I ken what ye’re doing. Ye’re still trying to find me a woman—based on whom I’ve dated in the past! That’s no the way of going about it. Besides, I had a realisation this morning.”

“A realisation?”

“Aye. I am going to find myself a woman, but I will do it my way, not yours and not Jenny’s. The pair of ye shouldna interfere in my love life.”

This was not the first time Jenny had tried to assist Jamie in finding a woman. She had once suggested—insisted—he date Laoghaire MacKenzie. That relationship, could it be called that, was brief and ended rather badly. They had been ill suited for one another, to say the least.

Jamie didn’t blame his sister for that failure of a relationship, but he was weary of her interference in his love life.

“Have ye heard about the art exhibition at the library?” Jamie asked, changing the subject. “I’d like to see it.”

“You’ll be going on yer own.”


“Excuse me,” came a soft English voice from behind him. “You don’t happen to speak Gaelic?”

Jamie turned around to tell the woman that he did, indeed, speak Gaelic, but the words stuck in his mouth.

He blinked, and then blinked again. He then had to stop himself before blinking a third time, lest she asked him whether he had something in his eye. He wasn’t entirely sure he didn’t, for surely his eyes weren’t seeing what he thought they were. He thought they must be deceiving him, either that or morphing fantasy with reality. Perhaps his brain was filling in the blanks of his fragmented memory with this woman before him.

But damn him if this wasn’t her. This had to be her. It was that same sweet smile, that same curly, brown hair, and those same whiskey-coloured eyes. How many people besides had he seen with eyes like hers?

No one.

“It’s only,” she added, when he didn’t answer, “I was wondering what this means.” She gestured towards the plaque beneath the painting before them. Tarbh-Nathrach, it read.

“Aye, I—I do speak Gaelic, lass,” Jamie said finally, internally cursing himself for taking so long to respond. He must’ve looked like an idiot. “How’d ye guess?”

She smiled—and what a beautiful smile it was, like the sun returning after a long darkness. A Dhia! If Murtagh were here he surely would have hit him over the head. He was forty-five, not fifteen! What was he doing acting like a lovesick teenage boy?

“Your red hair,” she admitted. “I suppose it’s stereotypical, but I did think you rather looked like some … strong Scottish warrior.” Having said that, she blushed.

“Ah, maybe I would’ve been, had I been born in a different century.”

“So will you tell me what it means, or must I guess?”

“I’d be willing to make a bargain, Sassenach. You tell me your name and I tell you the name of the painting.”

A strange look flitted across her face. It was gone too soon for Jamie to figure out what it meant.

“That’s fair, I suppose. Though I would argue that a better bargain is I tell you my name, and you tell me yours and the name of the painting.”

“You’ve got a deal, Sassenach. For the first part of the bargain, it’s James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser.”

“Is that all?” she chuckled. “I’m Claire Randall.”

“Is that all?”

“No, that would be Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp Randall. I can’t say I usually give my full name to strangers, but since we did agree to play fair it seemed like the proper thing to do.”

“Well, Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp Randall, the painting you’re looking at is simply called Dragonfly.”

Claire regarded the painting for a moment. “It doesn’t look much like a dragonfly. It’s oddly smudged.”

“You’re not looking close enough. See there in the outer edge of the ‘smudge’, there’s your dragonfly, and that ‘smudge’ is supposed to be an amber.”

“How can you tell? You must be an art expert.”

“No, not at all. I just happen to know the artist of this one. Hugh Munro’s his name. I’m sure he’ll be happy to hear you referred to his amber as ‘smudge’.”

“That’s not how I meant it and you know it! Don’t tell him—”

“Dinna fash, Sassenach. I said the same thing when I saw it the first time,” he said with a wink—or rather, an attempt at winking, and an unsuccessful attempt based on the look Claire gave him, as though she was wondering whether he had something in his eye—apparently he didn’t escape giving her that impression after all.

“I don’t know if you’re just saying that to assuage my guilt. Either way, thank you. Anyway, I should probably get going. I promised I’d give my colleague a ring. It was nice to meet you, Mr Fraser.”

“Wait!” Way to go, James Fraser. You certainly don’t sound desperate … “Can I see you again?”

Despite his embarrassing himself, she gave him a warm smile. “That can be arranged.”

Patience

(Robb x Reader)

prompt:  You drive a massive SUV and steal my parking spot all the time and I was just heading out to leave a strongly worded note under your windshield wiper but oh no you’re hot AU

@nekodemon73 @kumpmk


You thought of yourself as a nice and relaxed person, you really did but some people tested your patience to the limit.  
After waking up this morning, your mood gradually slithered downwards until you arrived at work, already late, only to find your parking spot half occupied by the massive SUV that was there every time. Any other day and you’d probably would havelet it slide and just looked for another free spot but not today. Oh no.  
You get out of the car and angrily star scribbling words on a crumpled up paper you found somewhere in your car. The message wasn’t nice, not at all and it honestly felt good to get the anger off your chest for once.  
“Leaving a love letter for me?” You hear a voice and turn in it’s direction, fully intending to give the guy a piece of your mind. Though all coherent thinking was drowned in a ‘fuck he is super hot’ loop that was going on in your head.  
“Sorry wrong car.” You mumble and grip the note tighter, stepping back from his windshield wiper where you had planned to leave the note.  
He snatches the note out of your hand, something you hadn’t expected at all, so you don’t react in time to get it back.  
“According to this…” He reads the paper, his eyebrows slightly rising with every new word, “I’m a massive dick who steals your parking lot every morning. Followed by a few comparisons to…oh dear I certainly don’t want your shoes up there…”  
Hearing your words out loud, you got really embarrassed. Why did he have to be so good looking, why did he even have to show up at all? You weren’t good with confrontation or people. That’s why you were going to leave a note in the first place. But no, not today. This day really sucked and got worse by the minute.  
“Your car is standing in the middle of two parking spots.” You simply state, not sure what to say to him.  
“I’m Robb.” He smiles while you frown at him.  
“Okay…?”  
“And…I know that I’m standing in the middle of two parking spots because I did it on purpose.”  
“What the hell?” Your previous sympathy for him just jumped out of the window and died hitting the ground with a loud splashing sound. Doing it on accident was one thing but with the full intent of pissing someone off deliberately was another.  
“Honestly? I was wondering how long it would take you to snap.” He makes a smug face, smirking at you, “I wouldn’t have had that much patience.”  
“You know what? You are indeed a massive dick!” You turn 'round and stomp back to your own car, angrier than before.  
“Will you go on a date with me?”  
“What?”  
“Looking at the situation now I probably should have tried another way to get you to talk to me but…since we’re already at it. Will you?”  
“I…uhm…” Did you just get asked out on a date by the guy you insulted only moments ago? You flush a bright red colour, not able to get a sentence out without stuttering like an idiot, “I…guess.”  
“I’ll just take that as a yes.” He hands you the note back, his number written on the back before he givesyou a wink and is gone as abruptly as he came.  
Maybe your day was going to be fine after all.

Wishes of Sunset and Moondust

Rating: T

Pairing: John Lennon/Paul McCartney

Prince & stable boy AU - Romance - Fairytale - Pining - Fluff

Wishes of Sunset and Moondust

Sunset in your eyes. Moondust in the lining of your skin. What hope did I ever have?

He had been in love with the prince of sunset eyes and moonlit skin for as long as he could remember, his sweetshop window, wishing for an impossible dream. He was but a stable boy by the name of John, just John, working in the dirt, and longing for the stars.

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“What would you do if I kissed you right now?” Ryan x Reader

Pairing: Ryan Haywood x Reader

Words: 900



There was something about the way your eyes crinkled as you laughed, the way your cheeks blushed randomly, how you somehow brightened his day by simply smiling his way. There was something more than friendship he felt towards you, something more powerful and meaningful.

There was something about the way he could easily talk to you, the way the tips of his ears pinked when he was embarrassed, how he could make you laugh with almost anything he said. You knew there was something there the day you met, feeling fireworks ignite within you when you first shook hands.

He watched as you stacked more boxes onto the pile in the office, ready for the next AHWU they were filming today. He smiled as he was your tongue get pinched between your teeth as you concentrated, trying to balance odd sized boxes on another. It was only you and him in the room, Trevor had been in and helped you bring the boxes in but had to leave to go to a meeting.

“Do you need a hand?” Ryan quizzed after a while, seeing you make a few large towers, both taller than you and had an 80% chance of having something that would kill you if they landed on you, in them.

You turned and nodded with a smile, blushing at the fact you had forgotten he was there and had been watching you struggle. “Please, I’m trying to get the older mail from the back and bring it forward” you stated, legs spread apart between two boxes so you could stretch past.

Ryan walked over to the colossal pile, looking around trying to see how he could easily help. You saw his confusion and came up with an idea,

“Okay, how about I get the packages from the back, pass them to you and you can put them out of the way so we can swap them with the newer ones?”

“Sounds like a plan” he nodded with a grin.

You couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach, your fingers accidently grazing as you passed him a box, the light blush that filled his cheeks each time, the way his eyes met yours and sparkled slightly.

You were on the last few boxes, and the ones that were left were all pretty large and heavy. You could just about get your arms around one but lifting it was proving almost impossible. You grunted as you attempted to lift it again, making Ryan laugh lightly behind you.

“Here, let me get it” He said, stepping towards you.

You tried to move out of the way but you foot got caught under another box, making you wobble slightly. You grabbed Ryan for stability but as he was balancing on one leg at the time to get over to the boxes, he didn’t have my stability himself. Within seconds he was falling, with you still holding onto him. You landed on a few boxes, all luckily quite soft and no weapons protruding through.

“Are you alright?” Ryan asked quickly, sounding extremely worried, looking around you in case an object had pierced through you.

You laughed lightly, shaking your head and smiling, “I’m good, surprisingly soft fall”

Ryan then lightly laughed himself, “Mine too” He commented, looking down to how he had landed on you.

Only then did you realise your position. Your legs slightly apart and his knee resting between them. His hands either side of your body, one by your head and the other by your arm. He was so close you could feel his breath against your face, seeing his eyes darting subconsciously to your lips and back. You felt your heart banging against your chest, lungs pumping at great speed. You couldn’t deny how great he smelt, wondering why that was one of the first thoughts you had while in this position.

Ryan’s mouth opened a few times, trying to get words out but being breathless at the sight of you so close to him and in the position you were. He was mesmerised by the colours in your eyes, the rose on your cheeks and how soft your lips looked.

“What would you do if I kissed you right now?” He whispered, holding eye contact with you.

“Why don’t you find out?” You asked quietly back. He smiled lightly, hand moving from holding his weight from beside your head to cupping your cheek. Lips pressed lightly against yours, feeling as if every ounce of breath was being stolen from your lungs, sparks flowing between your connection. Ryan leant back up, slowly opening his eyes  to watch you open yours and smile.

“So..?” You said with a growing smile, looking down to his lips once more.

He took his lip between his teeth and grinned, lightly shaking his head, “Ya’ know.. don’t know if I quite got an answer”

Leaning down again to press his lips against yours.

You didn’t notice the door to the office opening or the group of people walking in, but you did hear the audible gasp from Jeremy, being followed by an annoyed sounding Michael;

“Really guys, on the mail?”

“Finally” Geoff groaned, walking past with a smile. You two were still lay on the floor, with cheeks flushed. Ryan scurried up, brushing himself quickly off before helping you up,  cheeky smile toying at his lips.

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“I’m Happy You’re Here.”


Niall’s breath knocked out of his lungs as he observed your figure step out of your wardrobe. He sat on your mattress, his knee bouncing, his fingertips picking at his cuticles, desperately trying to avoid staring at you, his jeans beginning to grow tighter and tighter with each miniature dress you’d slip on and show off, innocently asking his opinion on which looked better and more appropriate, although he couldn’t bear to truthfully explain that he’d wish you’d wear a smock and only let him admire you in a dress which showed off every single curve he would love to love and kiss and touch.

He couldn’t manage to take his gaze and focus off of you. He couldn’t imagine watching any other man dancing or kissing or touching you, beyond himself, in a peach dress, which hugged all of your curves in a way he couldn’t use words to properly express. His breath hitched in his throat, his thoughts travelling in a million different directions. He didn’t draw his attention back until you’d nearly shouted his name, your fingertips snapping in front of his eyes to capture his focus.

“Did I scare you or something? Should I not wear this?”

“No, no. God, no. It’s, um, you look really good,” he stutters, shoving his palm against his cock, crossing his legs uncomfortably as he manages to stare at anything in your bedroom beyond you. “I like your dress. It’s pretty.”

“Thank you,” you blush, a slight giggle leaving your lips as you step into your wardrobe, your hand clutching your chest, a heavy breath breathing in as your heartbeat slows, your cheeks burning red and your heart thumping through your thoughts. “Should I wear my nude pumps or booties?”

“Don’t remember the difference, darlin’,” he chuckles, groaning as he adjust himself on your comforter, his head laying against your pillow, his arms tucked neatly on his chest as he closes his eyes momentarily, a quiet cough drawing his attention, once more. “Pumps.”

He chuckled to himself quietly, shaking his head, his mind reminiscing to a moment in his life where he would’ve never assumed he would care so much about what his best friend would carefully wonder about his opinion – his opinion on how she looked and if she looked “good”, which colour dress should she wear for which occasion, or how a certain pair of shoes would match with an outfit. He couldn’t believe she would ever believe she didn’t look beautiful, because in his eyes, she always looked stunning – whether she was dressing in her best dress and heels, or if she sported a tank top and joggers with a pair of fuzzy socks tucked on her feet. He grinned widely, his cheeks blushing as she snapped around, her hands on her hips, her hazel eyes narrowing as she stared with a smile.

“What’s so funny?”

“Not’in! I’m surprised wit’ me’self with havin’ an actual opinion on fashion choices, like t’is. I’m not all too well in my fashion, as we can see,” he smiled, waving his hand alongst his outfit, his white tee shirt and blue jeans falling loosely off his figure.

“Niall,” you moan, rolling your eyes sarcastically, dropping your heels on your carpet, dragging your feet as you step against your bed frame, “you’re in blue jeans and a tee shirt – there is no direct style with that, like, at all.”

“Hey! I’m a boy – we don’t have a best sense of style.”

“Clearly,” you giggle, turning on your heel, shuffling towards your vanity, lifting a tube of mascara and brushing against your eyelashes swiftly, “I’ve gathered as much with our friendship over quite a few months.”

“We’ve been best friends nearly a year, now – thank you very much.”

“Wow. I am so sorry,” you dramatize, your soft words dragging each sound, his hip bumping your bursting a giggle off your lips. “Hey! I’m putting on mascara. Do you want me to permanently poke an eye out?”

“No,” he sighs playfully, winking with a smirk as he shakes his head, “because if you poked an eye out, you wouldn’t be able to admire my beautiful face ever again.”

“Wow, maybe you should bump into me, again.”

[RotG] Spread your Wings

I blame @eastofthemoon. Wasn’t originally gonna write fic for this @jackrabbitweek prompt, but…
2844 words, fluff. 


“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” Bunny commented, giving himself a stretch. Easter was over, now it was time to relax and unwind a bit. 

“What?” Jack said, distracted from his very busy task of attempting to balance a flower on his nose. It wasn’t working, but the effort was entertaining nevertheless.

“Wings.” Bunny said succinctly. Spirits, with two known exceptions, had wings. It was the one of the most obvious and identifiable ways to recognize them, thought to be a reflection of the spirit themselves.

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ichigobunnybun-fairy  asked:

Hi! Do you have any advice on curly/fluffy hair and what kind of hairstyle would look good for fairy kei?

I think it depends on how curly your hair is there are lots of cute styles! 80s inspired styles are also a good way to go~ (they didn’t have hair straighteners back then!) Buns, side-ponytails, half-styles, buns… You can try all sorts of looks♪

Curly hair usually has a lot of volume, so you can use that to your advantage!

Here is some cute, curly inspo!

@bundiesss​ has wonderful, curly hair and she leaves it her natural colour! Her coords have an adorable 80s feeling and her hair really finishes the look off ♡

Solarkid_ on Instagram! She has short, fluffy n curly hair which is sooo dreamy! It’s naturally curly and she works it to her advantage to make these adorable styles like twin buns and half buns!

Peco’s hair isn’t naturally curly, but it’s a trademark part of her look! Her style is inspired by 1980′s American preppy style, so again we’re going back to the 80s~ While her hair is obviously more “tame” compared to natural curls, it’s still great for style references!

This character by Manamoko (Fancy Surprise) @fancysurprise has long, curly hair~ It’s always held back with cute lil grips which would be fun to try!

If you’re after more afro-hair inspo rather than curls, check out my “natural hair” tag☆彡

I hope that helps!

nighttimestar13  asked:

I was wondering how to make something look like its glowing. What brush(s) would help accomplish this?

It will depend on your content and context. 

The Airbrush with a nice pale colour might be useful.

I find another layer with a copy of the glow colours, blurred (Filter menu, Gaussian blur) and set to Add blending mode gives a nice glow, but I am happy with a crude cartoon-ish effect. Duplicate the Add layer for an intense effect.

Glow works best with enough dark surroundings to emphasise it.

Use Screen blending mode for a more delicate glow.

-Obtusity


Edit: regarding glow, I also have a tutorial for “glowing outline” here.

Of course this is just my personal opinion, but I don’t think In A Heartbeat is good solely because it’s a gay love story – though that was what initially drew myself and many others in. I found it to be a brilliant short in its own right. The concept of the heart is fun and (afaik) original, the art and animation are great, I especially love the use of lighting and colours, and did you see how the frames of animation were cartoonishly broken up in some parts, creating a sort of staccato in the movements? Wonderful touch. The music is fairly nice and the visuals are simple and clean, which was good for my tired eyes.

All of this ignoring the fact that it’s a student thesis film. It looks very professional. If it was made by a large studio I would nitpick some lack of details, but this was created by a tiny team of students. Stop giving them crap for it not being on the same level as a full-feature Pixar film.

And don’t dismiss or downplay the importance of it being an innocent love story between two young boys. A heartwarming LGBT story perfectly fine for young children to see. When was the last time you watched something like that?

The Dress

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Requested: Yes – Anonymous

Tagging: @claireisbetterthandom , @wayward-mutant , @bestbeforeyouleft

Fandom: Thor

Relationship: Established; Hela x Chubby!Reader

Summary: Hela leaves the Reader a dress.

Word Count: 305

Warnings: None.

Disclaimer: I’m basing this off of how I feel. I’m sorry if it offends anyone.

Comments: Sorry this ended up more like a blurb! xx

Originally posted by thorodinson

 

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