i'm gonna have fun with this series


♬ That moment when Mark is done the series yet your still drawing stuff for episode 3. Anyway Mark RE7 series was a blast to watch either way so much fun to draw ♬


To a Wonder, From a Fool

Request: YOU ARE A HORRIBLE PERSON AND I HOPE YOU ASCEND TO HEAVEN AND LIVE WITH ALL THE BROKEN SOULS YOUVE BROKEN WITH YOUR FANFICS …On the other hand, i love you so much and literally live for your writings. PART 5 OF To Newt, With Love PLEASE!!!

Word Count: 2,530

Pairing: Newt x Reader

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Tag List: @red-roses-and-stories @caseoffics @dont-give-a-bother @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @ryeosomnia @fangirlingandcrying @ly–canthrope @heneed-somemilk @gemininomad @adellyhatter-blog @trying-to-benormal @akacheelz @unculturedswines

The evening ends lonely, as it always does. The sun sets in a bath of a million colors, from vivid blues that are deeper than the ocean to pastel greens that remind you of a set of eyes you haven’t seen for a long time.

Too long.

You bite your lip and step onto the walk leading up to your house. It’s a thin trail of concrete that offers little protection from the mud on either side, but, as of a week ago, it’s yours. You follow it up to your new beige front door. After fumbling with the keys, a set of three for the three ways in, you push open the door to a silent house.

You step inside with a sigh, letting the door swing shut behind you as you contemplate the long hours of restlessness that lay ahead. You haven’t been sleeping well since the move. There’s a tree branch outside your bedroom window that screeches against the pane if the wind hits it just right, and the floorboards here make no noise, quite unlike the ones at your old house that would warn you if anyone was passing them. There are no mice running through the walls, but there’s also no lone owl that sits outside your window and sings. There are no char marks on the kitchen wall, no memories of dancing in the main room, no remnants of anything.

A clean slate, or, at least, that’s what Evelyn calls it. “You need a clean slate, a fresh start, and this is it.”

You follow the wide hallway to your kitchen, eyeing the blank walls and trying to imagine what might look good hanging from them. Your frames sit in a box somewhere in the main room, waiting to be unpacked like nearly everything else you own. You’ve only bothered to take out the essentials so far: clothes, some dishes, and a black box you’d promised Evelyn you’d toss.

It sits where it did in your old house: under your bed, pressing up against the wall. That’s where it belongs.

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the first instalment of many for a thing i’m doing - every bill outfit ever! (inspired by @joscribbles ‘ clara series, which if you haven’t checked out already you should because it’s amazing)

just to put it into perspective… this is less than a third of the outfits she wears in ‘the pilot.’ this is gonna be fun.

anonymous asked:

Hi love!!! I'm so glad that there's a new Wanna One writer around! Could I request a short , fluffy ,Drabble where you and Woojin are dating in secret but then get caught by the other members? Thank youuuu 💕💕💕💕💕

right yes ok i have an idea so this is gonna be in a weird format??? i guess it’s more of a series of   r e a l l y   short drabbles rather than one drabble but it’s WHATEVER it’s gonna be fluffy & good & fun okay okay 


It starts with Seongwoo, as all the worst things tend to do.

You don’t think you’re being particularly conspicuous. Quite the opposite, in fact; it’s not like you and Woojin are sitting at separate ends of the table (you’re right next to one another, actually), but you’re not paying anymore attention to one another than to anyone else. There’s really no way for anyone to know that your feelings for one another aren’t nearly as platonic as you would like them to believe, so you hold hands under the table - there’s no need to be overly secretive when no one suspects anything anyway.

That is, of course, until Seongwoo drops his fork and has to crawl beneath the table to retrieve it. 

You don’t think fast enough; in fact, it doesn’t even occur to you that he might have seen until he looks at you with a smirk as he sits down once more.

No words are exchanged, but you make your feelings on the matter quite clear with the look you give him; You’d better keep your damn mouth shut, Ong Seongwoo.

His eyes, of course, convey an equally clear message;



You never thought yourself to be closer with Daniel than any of the other members (save for Woojin, of course), so it seems a bit peculiar to you when he starts extending you invites more and more frequently.

You can only turn down so many, you think, and so you eventually accept the suggestion that you and Woojin (a suspicious duo for him to invite, you note) join him for ice cream one afternoon.

It’s a nice little affair; Daniel offers to pay for everyone’s - an offer which you can’t turn down - and the early July sun is really beating down, so the treat is a much needed refreshment. The conversation is nice, too, at first, just exchanging pleasantries between the three of you.

“How are you lately?”

“Did you sleep well?”

“How long have you two been together?”

Woojin chokes on his ice cream and you freeze with the spoon halfway to your mouth. Daniel just smiles cheekily at the two of you. 

“You make a cute couple.”


Jaehwan has been snickering through the whole movie.

His laughter isn’t the off-putting part of it, honestly; it’s hardly something noteworthy. He can never truly keep quiet, regardless of what you’re watching. No, the off-putting part is the way every time he giggles, he looks over to the couch with you and Woojin at opposite ends and Ong Seongwoo smack dab in the middle. 

Seongwoo’s choice of seat isn’t inconspicuous in the slightest. It’s quite the opposite, in fact, which you have no doubt in your mind was his very intention when he first walked over with that smirk of his on his face and asked if you would mind.

(You did mind. You minded very much, but to say that would be to out yourself to more boys than you’d like, so you simply bit your tongue and told him that it was fine for him to plop himself right between you and Woojin.)

That in itself is annoying enough, but coupled with the periodic laughter from Jaehwan, you really can’t stand it.

“Do you need something, Jaehwan?”

“I just have a question, actually.”

“…What is it?”

“How do you feel about long distance relationships?”


Subtlety isn’t Jisung’s strong point.

Of course, the more you think about it, the more you wonder if he’s even trying to be subtle, and to be perfectly honest, you can’t arrive at a clear answer.

Maybe you would have an answer if you could actually think straight, you decide, but the constant noise is really doing its best to break your train of thought at every opportunity it has (and there are certainly more opportunities than you ever would have guessed there to be). 

As if on queue, the door flies open yet again, slamming right into the wall with an awful sound as it does so, and there is Jisung, hopeful face quickly souring at the sight of you on one couch and Woojin on another. Alongside his face, his phone which was clearly poised for a pictures falls down to his side. 

“…Can I help you?” You finally decide to ask. It’s for the wall’s sake, really; they’re going to have some serious damage to repair if he flings the door into it one more time. 

He looks like a child, pouting and flailing his arms about. “You guys are no fun,” he whines. “Why won’t you just kiss already?”


You really think that you might pass out if you have to stay up for even a second later, but you do your best to tough it out - it’s a rare moment for you and Woojin to unabashedly be together. 

It certainly took long enough (three hours and twenty seven minutes, to be exact), but the living room was finally cleared of all members. The night had begun with everyone huddled around the TV to watch an episode of a series you followed and eventually extended into a binge watch session. It took a while, but slowly, slowly, they began to filter out as they got tired. It was past two in the morning by the time Jisung finally decided to call it quits.

You were tired - oh, god were you tired - but you were happy to finally have a few moments just to the two of you, and you scooted over to rest your head on Woojin’s shoulder the very instant that you heard Jisung’s door shut. 

It was nice for the first ten minutes of the next episode that you started, but now, your eyelids are starting to feel heavy. You fight it off for as long as you can, but you’re eventually forced to give in, and you fall asleep with your head resting on Woojin’s shoulder. 

He knows he’ll have to wake you eventually, but for the moment, he lets you rest, the look on your face far too serene for him to do anything else.

It’s a perfectly sweet moment until he hears the sound of a door opening. 

He stiffens completely, torn as to what to do - should he just leave you there and hope they didn’t look? Should he wake you up and move away from you quickly?

He takes too long to decide, and before he knows it, Sungwoon emerges from down the hall, set towards the kitchen for a late night snack.

Woojin prays to every deity he’s ever heard of that Sungwoon will be too tired to notice the two of you there, but it seems that luck isn’t on his side, as Sungwoon’s eyes fall on you almost instantly.

He stops in his tracks for a moment, locking eyes with a silently pleading Woojin, but he moves on again before too long, smiling to himself and shaking his head.



It isn’t often that Minhyun calls Woojin aside to speak with him alone.

In fact, it’s not that it’s not often, but rather that it’s never happened before. Ever. 

As such, it’s only natural that Woojin is feeling a bit apprehensive when the older asks if he can talk with him for just a minute, leading him into his empty room and shutting the door behind them. 

It’s like being called in to talk to the principle, Woojin muses as he lets his eyes roam Minhyun’s room and take in all the little details. He has no idea what he’s done wrong, but he’s certain that it must be something - there’s no way that a one-on-one talk with Hwang Minhyun could mean anything good.

Just when Woojin thinks he’s about to burst from the anxiety of not knowing what he’s been summoned for, Minhyun finally speaks.

“I don’t…I don’t really know how to say this,” he admits, and the perplexed expression on his face mirrors how Woojin is feeling inside. What could Woojin have possibly have done to fluster Minhyun like this?

“You can tell me anything,” Woojin assures him sincerely, desperate to know just what’s going on. “It’s okay.”

At that, Minhyun takes a deep breath. “I just want to make sure you know that… if that time comes, you and ______ need to be safe-”

Woojin is out the door before Minhyun has a chance to finish the sentence.


Daehwi’s been jittery lately.

Jittery, jumpy, distracted, just flat out strange, really. Something is up with him, and whatever it is is very obviously wrong, regardless of how strongly he insists that he is perfectly fine.

He’s generally a happy, excitable kid, and he would never pass up an opportunity to go and spend time with his friends. Regardless of what they intended to do, Daehwi would be there without a doubt, that one constant little sun spot there to brighten everyone’s day.

Lately, though, he seems almost adverse to going out. He reacts like he might just die if he leaves the dorm.

“Hey, Daehwi, do you want to go shopping later?”

“I’m actually a bit tight on money now, sorry!”

“Do you want to come see a movie with us?”

“It doesn’t look that interesting…”

“How about we go for a walk?”

“In this heat?”

It’s not that he’ll die if he leaves the dorm - you’ve seen him go out with Jihoon and Jinyoung without putting up any fight at all recently. The problem seems to be leaving the dorm with you.

After being turned down for what feels like the 500th time that week, you can’t help but to ask him. “Why don’t you want to spend any time with me or Woojin lately? Did we do something to upset you?”

His response is a sheepish, “I don’t want to impose on your dates.”


Jinyoung, too, seems to be suffering from the Daehwi effect. 

His version of it is perhaps a bit less open, but the way he moves to the opposite end of the room when you walk in is still very, very far from subtle. In fact, it’s so absurd that you almost think you’re overreacting at first, and you test your theory out a few times. 

If you sit next to him, he moves to the other end of the couch. 

If you pass him in the hall, he all but flattens himself up against the wall.

If you walk in a room with Woojin, he flat out leaves the room. 

Everyone has been acting so strange around the two of you lately, you’re almost starting to accept strange as the new normal. It’s a little bit entertaining, you must admit, to watch the overly dramatic reactions to everything you do, but more than anything else, it’s tiring. 

As soon as you enter the kitchen with Woojin, you see Jinyoung’s eyes dart to the door. 

You’re faster than him, though, moving to stand in front of him and staring him down with a look that means business. 

“Why are you avoiding me?” You demand, and Jinyoung looks like a deer caught in headlights at your words.

“I’m not avoiding you,” he tries.

It’s a valiant effort, but one gone to waste; you just continue to glare until he finally offers you an answer. 

He can’t even keep a straight face, corners of his mouth just barely curving up into a smirk as he says, “Woojin’s been giving me this look every time we talk, and I kinda like being alive.”

You glance back at your boyfriend, ready to call bullshit on Jinyoung once more, but sure enough, he looks like his gaze could burn right through the younger boy.

Alright, so maybe you can’t really blame Jinyoung. 


Woojin may not be particularly tall, but he certainly seems to take up a lot of space as he lays on his stomach on the floor of his room, limbs stretched out in every direction. He takes a deep breath that’s really more aligned with a sigh than anything else, trying to expel all of the tension that he’s feeling. 

“You look really comfortable,” Jihoon says lifelessly, sitting perched on the bed and looking down at his spread out friend. 

All he gets in response is a grumble, heavily muffled by the carpet. Woojin doesn’t bother to lift his head, not moving at all from the position that he’s been in for a rather impressive amount of time now.

“What’s bothering you?” Jihoon tries again, using a different approach. “You’re clearly upset about something.”

“Can you tell?” He tries to joke back, but, again, his intentions are lost on the carpet, and all Jihoon hears in response is a dejected sounding mumble. “I’m so tired.”

“Is it something with ______?”

Woojin almost thinks he hears wrong at first, but his head snaps up at the mention of your name. “What do you mean?” He asks, tone suddenly a thousand times more animated than before. 

“You know,” Jihoon makes vague gestures, and, no, Woojin absolutely does not know. “Relationship problems.”

Woojin’s jaw drops - add Jihoon to the list of people you’ve somehow been outed to. “How - how do you know?” He asks incredulously.

Jihoon cocks an eyebrow at him and waits for a moment, giving him a chance to follow up with a ‘just kidding~’ or something of the sort, but when such a statement never comes, he just scoffs. 

“How could I not?”


There’s no use in hiding it anymore, really.

As Jihoon pointed out, your relationship has more or less become common knowledge (all thanks to Seongwoo, you’re sure) - trying to be secretive would really just be a waste of energy by now, and it’s with this thought in mind that you sit snuggled up to Woojin’s side on the couch in the middle of the day.

It’s funny, you think - the one time you’re not trying to be discreet is the one time no one is around to bother you. For as long as you kept your relationship a secret, it seemed that there was at least one other member with you at all times, but with it out in the open, it’s like the dorm has fallen silent. 

Regardless of the irony of it, you enjoy the situation - you’ll take any chance that you can to just be alone with Woojin. 

It’s one of those tooth-rottingly sweet moments. The TV is on in the background, but neither of you are really paying attention, your eyes trained on one another instead. You both start to smile as you look at one another, the close proximity making it a bit embarrassing, and it’s only a matter of seconds before you’re closing the distance between the two of you for a kiss, and - 

- and there’s a gasp.

The second your lips touch, you hear a gasp, and you break away as quickly as you touched in your shock only to look up and find Guanlin standing there, eyes looking about ready to pop out of his head.

“Guanlin!” You exclaim, caught off guard and a bit flustered to have been seen at such a moment “Sorry, we-”

He cuts you off, holding his hand up. “It’s okay,” he says, the look in his eyes serious and sincere.

“Your secret’s safe with me.”

this is SO MESSY and literally like five times longer than it was supposed to be bfjdksfjksfbha I suddenly g2g,,, anwyway im going to sleep now I’ll finally stop spamming y’all for toinght lmao good niiiiiiiiiight I hope you enjoy~~~

beccyboo1997  asked:

Well, this isn't really a prompt, but more of reaching for advice. I recently decided to start on my own skelebros x reader series, but (I'm not even gonna sugarcoat it) I'm pretty damn self-conscious to the point of constantly checking and criticising myself. I'd just like some advice on how to make myself feel better when writing and posting. ((BTW, you can reach my series on my tumblr page if you want. But, it's definitely not a necessity.))

My advice is to write for yourself!  

If you like it–if you have fun writing it–then that’s what matters most.  Don’t feel self-conscious, and while self-criticism can be constructive, I feel like it probably isn’t in this case.  If you’d feel better with a beta-reader, I’d suggest one of those, but honestly… the best advice I have is to just write what makes you happy.  Self-insert the hell outta the fic.   

And hey, I just read your fic, and it’s off to an interesting start!  I bet once you introduce Readz to the rest of the skelebros, you’ll get even more people reading it!  Just don’t stop, and with every chapter–and every kudo/positive comment– you’ll gain more and more confidence!

If anyone’s interested in reading the fic, it’s Room for Rent.

Appreciation, a Year Later

So, as of last month, I’ve been running this blog for more than a year! I don’t have any fancy graphics prepared, and I’m not gonna sit here and tag literally my every active follower and or senpai like I did with my follower forever. I will tag my lovely girlfriend @bladedillusions for inspirring me to make this blog, but that’s it!
I want to give everyone who follows me a genuine thank you. Thank you for giving me a community here, with so many wonderful people for such a fun series. I haven’t fallen so hard in love with a series and the people in it in a long time. Thank you for giving me a chance to explore new ideas and make new friends and talk to new people who I never would have gotten the chance to before! Thank you for being kind and welcoming and really making me feel at home with all of you. The Fate/ and larger type-moon community have genuinely felt like a place I belong for more than a year now, and I hope to keep it up for as many more as I can.
Stay awesome, y’all. Thanks for making me feel loved and at home, and I hope I can keep doing that for you guys too.


Boyfriend!Baekhyun Moodboard (1/?)

Having Baekhyun as a boyfriend is equivalent to filling your life with all the warmth and light in the universe. Everything is a little bit brighter when he’s around. Baekhyun is someone who would constantly feel the need to touch you- whether it’s holding your hand, touching pinkies, or engulfing you in a bear hug. This puppy would live to hear you laugh and make you smile. He’d constantly send you funny faces and tell you the goofiest jokes just to see the corners of your lips turn up into a grin. Life with him is the perfect balance of fun and comfort. With him, you never have to doubt the love you have for each other.


“Wanna get out of here?”

You see someone across the room at a club. They catch your eye, wink discreetly, and sidle out. You follow them into the dimly lit street, where you find them leaning against a wall and looking up at you with keen interest. You approach them, and they murmur to you, softly…

my submissions for the team battle 2015! click on each photo individually for more specific comments ;)

I’ve been watching Gurren Lagann in my free time~ I thought it was gonna be a fun little series full of brothers and robots and happiness and boy was I wrong.

Here’s a Yoko ‘cause I don’t have enough awesome girls on my blog~ :D


Okay folks this is first preview that I promised on my AU FDTD/HP world.

Now I am gonna have to make an adjustment here and there both for character backgrounds, slight world adjustments (Like when they start magic School and how long it’s required, just a couple things to make things easier later. I will detail later, I promise) but I’ll post more on that those things later. I may even do some character bio things to keep everyone on the same page.

This first bit is Little Geckos. I really hope you guys like it. Thank you for being patient while I’m working on this and thanks for the support.



“I’m never talking to you again, ever.” Richie’s voice was muffled in the pillow.

Seth sighed with all the indignation his eleven years of life would allow. “Richie, he’s fine.”

“No, he’s not fine you cut off his tail. You lied to me, you said you wouldn’t do it. I heard you tell Uncle Eddie that you did it.” Richie huffed still refusing to look at his brother.

“They’re dangerous with their tails intact; you know that.”

“I could have taught him to not be dangerous with it. Creatures listen to me.” Richie argued Seth’s logic before accusing, “You’re mean just like Dad was.”

Seth scowled at the insult and looked down at the black colored Crup puppy. “You want to get up there and show him you’re okay?” The pup sneezed in response to Seth’s command. “Some help you are.” Seth climbed up on the end of the bed dodging Richie’s attempted kicks. “Knock it off! The spell makes it painless; they don’t feel anything.”

“It’s still his tail, not yours. And you’re still a liar.”

“It’s law, Richie. Do you know how much trouble we’d be in if I let him keep it?” Seth shoved his brother’s legs. “Give me a break here.”

“No.” Richie finally rolled over, but he didn’t look at Seth. He picked up the pup burying his tear stained cheeks in the pup’s fur and keeping the unusually colored Crup between himself and his brother. “I’m sorry he did that to you. It’s okay.” Richie gently scratched the pups white tipped ears. He ran his fingers over the leather collar and paused on the metal camaro logo that decorated it. “You gave him the one we picked out together.”

“It’s a good collar.Take it off, but just for a minute.” Seth warned, glancing at their closed bedroom door.

Richie unhooked the collar and the illusion disappeared revealing wagging split tail. “You didn’t do it.” He quickly refastened the collar.

“I needed the metal to make the spell work.” Seth smirked, but leaned over and smoothing out the pup’s fur. “It’ll work as long as he’s wearing the collar, so it’s gotta stay on.”

The squirming pup was trying to lick his face as Richie apologized, “Sorry I said you were like Dad.”

“You were mad because you thought I hurt the ‘im. It’s okay.”

“Not really.” Richie took off his glasses and tried to clean them, but the pup wasn’t making it easy.

"Come ‘ere.” Seth scooped up the dog-like creature and warned him, “You can’t be breaking his glasses. That’s a definite no.” The sound shattering glass made Seth look up at Richie, who had smashed his glasses for no damn good reason. “Are you kidding…”

“Wait. Just watch.” Richie interrupted. The glass and metal reformed perfectly and Richie put his glasses back on with a grin. “Neat trick, huh?”

“Yeah Eddie’s gonna like it, no more buying glasses for your clumsy ass.” Seth laughed. That was a pretty useful enchantment considering how many pairs of glasses Richie had been through this year alone.

“What are you gonna call him?” Richie inquired motioning at the pup to come back over to him. “It needs to be a good name.”

Seth thought about it before proposing, “What about Clooney? Like the cool guy from the vampire movie we watched last weekend.”

The pup cocked his head to side, looking at Seth and Richie before letting out a happy yip and flopping on his back on the bed. He yammered and groaned itching his back on the blankets.

“I think he likes it.” Richie rubbed the pup’s belly.

“Okay Clooney, you’re officially a Gecko now, so no more cute stuff. You gotta be cool.” Seth instructed as the pup rolled over and pounced on Seth trying to lick his face. “This is not cool, settle down.”

The two brothers were laughing with the excited Crup barking in echo apparently happy with his new name and new humans.

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

caster!michael, who’s an illusionist, was your best friend growing up, until you moved away to be with your family. as he got older, he aligned himself with the dark, going out with his best friend siren!luke to cause trouble and just generally have misadventures. when you move back after your claiming, he sees the back of your head on your street one day and his heart flutters in his chest. without thinking, he calls out your name, and you turn around, grinning as your eyes fall on him. he takes one look at your green eyes and is instantly filled with dread. you fling yourself into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck, and when you pull back, you place a hand on his cheek and smile at him. “I knew you’d choose the light, mikey,” you say, eyes watering. he wraps his arms tighter around you and clears his throat. “of course.” his throat locks, knowing that to you, his eyes are green, and that he’ll have to keep up the illusion for the rest of his life, because you’d never look at him the same if you knew the truth.

supernatural!5sos night with quiffedluke and 5sos-writing-things!! send in/ tag us in your blurbs :-)

  • Reita: continuing is the most difficult but also the most immportant thing. to finish and accomplish something makes you grow a great deal, more than anything.
  • Reita: of course I also have a lot of setbacks. 9 out of 10 times I fail. but achieving even one of my goals gives me confindence and leads to motivation for the next one. one step at a time. failure is natural. but I think, when you catch hold of one of your goals the world changes.
  • Ruki: *meeeltiiing*
  • Ruki: Rei-Chan is saying some serious stuff
  • Ruki: one thing I've never failed at would have to be the band, I guess
  • Ruki: being in a band is associated with so many things, but to keep going is what matters, you know
  • Ruki: something I failed at?...well, I failed but I didn't feel frustrated about it at the time so I don't remember.
  • Ruki: rather than failure it's stuff like mistakes and regrets that make me feel like I'm gonna lose it 🙉
  • Ruki: thoughts like "I should have done this, I should have done that" stay with me even after 10 years have passed and I can't turn back time.
  • Ruki: that's exactly what LIVES are. an endless series of "this is frustratig, I could have done more", one after another
  • Ruki: I'm writing all these serious things
  • but my head is melting away 👥
  • Ruki: the LIVES are fun! but it's something completely different to think whether I could or couldn't have done more.
  • Ruki: for example, sometimes you sing at school or something, right?
  • how did you feel about that?
  • Ruki: well, how about Karaoke?
  • Reita: let's totally go to Karaoke!
  • Ruki: let's all go and do a newsletter story on it, lol
  • Ruki: singing without Karaoke is awesome, huh lol
  • Ruki: singing in public is fun! sad songs and stuff at Karaoke.
  • apart from that, do you have those times when you listen to your favorite music and suddenly those lyrics are all about yourself and apply to your own life?
  • Ruki: you do, right? performers are those few steps ahead and write down their own uncontainable feelings and thoughts and present them on stage. that's why it's fun! but more than that it's about being able to express my lyrics well enough. it's important for me to be able to put my feelings into them.
  • Ruki: in my 2nd year of junior high school I was standing in the rain without an umbrella, getting wet and I listened to X and looked up at the sky, that's why I'm sure the work I'm doing now is my calling.
  • Ruki: when people who are in a band go to Karaoke they start with a soundcheck #stuffthathappens
  • Ruki: we're on tour soooon? what should we play?
  • Last One Out of Beach City: Title was released a year ago.
  • Me, a speculating fan: Based on these titles I'm going to guess that this is where the gang leaves Earth to fight Homeworld in space, but I really have no idea what will happen do I.
  • Last One Out of Beach City promo trailer released: Amethyst is going to go to a rock show with Greg.
  • Me,a speculating fan: Based on this dialogue, I'm going to infer that Pearl and Steven are gonna go to the show too and Pearl and Amethyst will bond over their differences and the Pearlmethyst shippers will be happy and we'll get to see Pearl flounder at human stuff, how fun.
  • Last One Out of Beach City Storyboard Artist's Promos+ a series of leaked caps: Pearl blushing at/talking to another woman, Pearl driving the van, and Pearl in a leather jacket (i.e. Bad Pearl makes her canon debut)
  • Me, a humble gay: *Gaydar beeping loudly, body shakes violently, loud choking noise made, tears streaming down face* HOLY FUKC
Concept :

Luke Garroway is so kind because he feels so goddamn guilty and thinks that it’s his duty to do so.

It started as a young boy, whenever he wasn’t fast enough, strong enough or brave enough to stand up for someone, he would feel guilty.
One time though, he comes home to see his neighbor crying on his doorstep and Luke knows, he knows that he has not been quick enough to stop his father from dragging him into the room in the back of their mansion. After that his neighbor never builds home for stray cats anymore, Luke sees that and takes it upon himself to do it instead.
When he enters the Shadowhunters academy Luke already adopted many habits from people he feel could not protect enough but then he starts losing people for good, he sees his friends going to missions and never coming back, so he smiles brighter for Louis, he listens intently to people whenever they feel bad because that’s what Rowan would have done…
Someone once asked him if he wasn’t afraid that he would lose himself trying to keep everyone, he ponders it for a moment but then he sees the faces of everyone he ever lost and thinks that his loss would be worth it.
When he becomes Valentine’s parabatai and sees him spiral into madness, he gets even nicer to balance out his parabatai’s whereabouts so for every bit of kindness Valentine loses, Luke picks it up.
It stops when he enters the Circle, or at least, Luke hides it then.
But it gets worst once he gets his life back in order, it all comes back to him suddenly and he feels so guilty for every downworlder’s life so he only get kinder for the little werewolf girl, the warlock boy, the vampire he got by surprise, for everyone.

At one point he will lose himself in this guilt, he knows it, even if everyone around him now thinks of him as a kind and caring guy Luke knows that he’s only like this because he deprived the world of such kindness that he has to balance it somehow.

At one point Jocelyn will look at Luke and sees him as who he really is, a scared boy that beats himself up for everything, she will see him as he sees himself and she will swear that even if it takes her an eternity, she will make Luke understand that this kindness comes from himself just as much as it comes from the others.

(More concepts to go, I kind of liked doing this so this might be a serie, as always asks and requests are appreciated)


((Mun: So for my college since my classes are on tuesday and thursday I asked if I could dress up in honor of halloween. When my teacher said ok well lets just say I had a bit too much fun with it.

Introducing my new cosplay of @deoxyrebornicleic‘s character Father Time from their made up game series ((that I would love to see be made into a real game)) night terror! :D I sadly do not have contacts for father time yet but I am seriously proud of how this came out! <3 Hope you like it Deo! :D ))