i'm so glad i had stuff to work with this week


Here we have it - the Ego Collection! I discovered I actually started working on it on the 3rd of July by some crazy coincidence. But nearly a whole month later and I finally have drawn all of Jack’s egos.

I just want to say a ramble-y thank you. This entire self-imposed project has been awesome in general, despite the struggles of art. A bunch of people have said such nice things, which I am very grateful for, and the kind people are one the reasons I’m so glad I found this community. And I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again I have had an absolute blast with Septicart week. It’s amazing to see all this incredible art, edits and writing, even music, come out of this community, as well as the supportive people liking, reblogging, commenting and just encouraging others. You guys make me super happy and want to keep creating cool stuff!

Also, thanks to Sean for not only spreading a positive influence but also interacting with us. You help keep the place a nice, fun environment and doing awesome stuff, like with the egos and setting the community on fire, makes it even better! Huge kudos to Robin for your incredible editing. I know you work hard, especially with the Anti stuff, and I don’t know where the channel would be without you. And a nod to the lovely lady behind the scenes, Signe, a wonderful creator in her own right. Plus, thanks to anyone who helps to make this community such a great place. Love ya :D

@therealjacksepticeye @pixlpit​​ @wiishu

Alright, so a couple weeks ago I made this post about how Lance could become the Black paladin. So why don’t we get into some more sad stuff for what could happen after he was accepted by Black. 

Well what if the whole crew is shocked that the black lion would choose him, but eventually they run with it. Can you really fight with the giant sentient lion machine that has the power to choose who can pilot it? 

No, no you can’t. But here’s the thing, just because Black chose him doesn’t necessarily mean the others are automatically going to change how they treat Lance.

So imagine that they’ve finally caught up with another Robeast, Galran fleet now directed by Lotor, or a planet that needs saving from an active threat, and the whole group collectively has decided to pull together as Voltron. 

Lance has been thinking up strategies and after they’ve tried a few tactics from previous battles and failed, he notices a way that could work to defeat it. And as the new leader the others would have to listen to him for commands, right? 

So Lance is glad he can actually contribute to the team now, but he thinks it’s bittersweet that he finally has a chance to relay his ideas and it’s only because Shiro isn’t here to shoot him down.

So he tries to tell them his new plan.

However, the others are too busy referring to Pidge asking her what to do. Because while Shiro was with them, as he was shooting down Lance, he always used Pidge for ideas and listened to her input. The rest of the crew have just automatically continued this trend. 

He is tuned out, shushed or just not allowed to get a word in as Pidge is coming up with and relaying her idea. One that Lance knows would be much more dangerous even if it does work. Honestly Pidge, Keith and Allura are all pretty impulsive plan-wise, so the chances that a plan between the 3 of them being risky, with only Hunk being given the role as voice of reason, would probably be pretty high.

Lance isn’t given the chance to tell them why this plan was too Hazardous, or about his better plan because the rest of the paladins have already agreed and started to move, yelling as one to get into the action.

And what can a head do if it’s limbs have taken over?

In the end Pidge’s idea works, but everyone has taken a beating, just as Lance knew would happen. They all sound off that they’re conscious but that’s not much to reassure the new black paladin that they’re okay.

Once they get to the castle he takes stock of the cuts, bruises, and (unfortunately in Hunk’s case) broken bones and the sight causes such guilt in him. He had the ideas that could have helped his team, his new responsibility, to stay safe, but he’d failed as a leader. 

At least he is allowed to do the other half of his job. After they make a wormhole jump away from the scene he ushers those who needed a med pod, medical aid and medicine in the right directions, and treats them all before sending them off to heal up. 

Eventually all that’s left is attending to himself.

When left alone he’s given time to think about what happened out in the field and he just breaks down. He realizes that it doesn’t matter that he was picked as a leader by Black, he’s still seen as the guy who doesn’t have anything to add to Voltron and he’s just filling another role, like there doesn’t need to be a leader. 

And by the time he’s taken care of himself Lance is just crushed and left just as insecure as he was before, because if no one else could see him as a leader, then why would he?

Weekly Voltron Fic Recs #24

Rules: You can find past weekly rec lists here, and non-list recs in my general fic rec tag. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!

Yes, it has been a full two weeks since the last “weekly” rec list. I have a good excuse. TOO MANY fics. There have been SO MANY excellent gen fics in the last two weeks, mostly because of @platonicvldweek​, that I simply could not stop reading long enough to make a list. I am serious. And if I listed all of them, it would be just…ridiculously long. So many fantastic authors participated, and most of them posted seven stories, one for each day, and I just can’t do a rec for every single one.

So this week only, the rec list is going to be different than usual. For a bunch of the recs, it’ll a link either to an author’s collection of Platonic VLD Week fics, or one in particular that I consider my favorite, and I’ll make a few comments about how awesome they are, though that really should be a given. And I’ll ask you, my dear rec consumers, to go and read EVERYTHING each author wrote and comment as much as you can, because we need to keep encouraging this to keep the train going. IT’S BEEN WORKING SO WELL! Gen in this fandom is flourishing! It’s SO much better than other fandoms I’ve been in! That’s awesome, and it makes me really happy, but we gotta keep it going.

Not every fic here was written for the event, so some will be regular recs the way I typically do them.

So Here’s what You’re Not Going to Do by BreakTheDawn
Words:  19,572 (WIP 9/?)
Author’s Summary: He lets them take out the frustrations on him. Encourages it really, because people need an outlet for their anger, and Lance has always been the best at making people angry at him. (And if his heart twinges a little every time he has to let someone be particularly mean to him, then he just has to remember that this is what he’s good at. What he’s good for.) But Lance is an older brother, and an uncle, and a younger brother. He learned sometimes keeping people means sacrificing his own feelings for a bit. He’s been taught that he can’t always let his feelings take a back seat though. After all, what happens if the rock falls apart? So, while Lance is always prepared to be the enemy on any given day, there are certain days and certain things that he will not let fly. Or, What happens when Lance is sick of his teammate’s shit.
My Comments: At first I was afraid this was going to be one of those fics where everyone feels OOC in order to make Lance into the perfect woobie, but it’s really not. Everyone (except Hunk and Coran) is just having a bad day, or misunderstanding things, and they take it out on Lance because he’s an easy target for one reason or another. But Lance doesn’t take it lying down, which is good to see, though it eventually becomes too much for him. I really like these kind of emotional breakdown fics, not gonna lie, and I’m very much looking forward the healing that I know is coming. Can’t wait for more.

Friends in Space Places by VelkynKarma
My Comments: I’ve recced this author before, so you should KNOW how good she is, but holy crap, she pulled out all the stops for this week. By far the highest word count, and every single word is absolute gold. I have a VERY hard time picking a favorite from this collection, but the day 7 fic is a multi-chapter How to Train Your Dragon AU that’s still being posted, and holy crap, it’s so good. SOO GOOD. But they’re all good! So much hurt/comfort, so much protective paladins, so much badassery all in one place. Just read them. Read them all.

Hand-Me-Downs, Leftovers by yet_intrepid
Words: 1,181
Author’s Summary: “You don’t have to lie to make me feel better,” says Keith. “I’m not lying,” Shiro says. He takes a bite of his pizza; Keith mirrors him with the burrito. “Every step is a good step.”
My Comments: Short and sweet and perfect. So much feeling in a cold piece of pizza and a microwaved burrito. And I feel like I’ve had the same conversation during my college years.

A Dream Away by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Words: 1,143 (WIP 1/?)
Author’s Summary: The Gen fics from my 1000 Followers Special.
My Comments: Just subscribe now so you won’t miss any. The first chapter is Shiro comforting a distraught Hunk, and the rest are going to be just as high-quality.

Blue and Bruised by DizzyBunnies 
Words: 13,196 (WIP 5/?)
Author’s Summary: While saving innocent citizens from a minefield, Lance and the Blue Lion take a beating. Lance’s high brain activity threatens the use of a healing pod, so the team venture out to find a plant that may help Lance’s healing process. Hunk stays behind to watch after Lance, but will he be able to hold down the fort on his own?
My Comments: It’s hurt!Lance, and you know how much I like that. I really like the character interactions in this one.

How Much is that Doggy in the Window by isabeau25
Words: 1,039
Author’s Summary: Prequel to “What Every Little Kid Wants.” Keith finds Shiro’s birthday present and the rest of the team makes sure it will work out the way he thinks it will.
My Comments: I’m going to say this a lot, but read the whole series. The younger paladins work together to get a puppy for Shiro, and it’s adorable and wonderful. The first fic in the series is about Keith adopting a pet for himself, and it’s absolutely perfect.

Dream, Seam by ardett
Words: 4,937
Author’s Summary: Lance is the blue paladin. The Galra realize this before he does.
My Comments: I’ve screamed before here about how thoroughly this fic wrecked me, but I mean it. It WRECKED me. The author and I are gonna try to co-write a sequel, because I lost control of myself and wrote a thousand words of aftermath headcanons in the comments. So yeah. Look forward to that. Also read the rest of this author’s fics for Platonic VLD Week. They’re all great.

You’re The Only North Star (Platonic VLD Week) by story_monger
My Comments: Oh, man, so hard to pick a favorite. They’re all so GOOD, and they’re scattered evenly across the entire crew. I’m tempted to say Moonshadow, because it has hurt!Lance, but I think my favorite is actually The Beat Down for Coran just being absolutely BADASS and AMAZING and also interacting with Lance and reassuring him and just being…amazing. Gah, that fic made me love Coran so much, and I already adore him. Read it. Read them all.

Platonic VLD Week by hufflepirate
My Comments: Again, pretty much impossible to pick a favorite, but the Pacific Rim AU is SO COOL. And also sad and heartbreaking, but mostly cool. Coran is an amazing mentor to Shiro, and so smart and kind despite his unease with the way the Voltron jaeger works. And his relationship with Allura and backstory with Alfor were beautiful and tragic, respectively. Read read read.

Maja’s Platonic VLD Week 2017 by windscryer
My Comments: Such excellent, excellent hurt/comfort, and a lot of focus on Pidge, which is refreshing. I think my favorite is Break on Me for the protective Lance, but again, they’re all amazing. Read them all.

Impulsive/Spontaneous by gringle
Words: 9,230
Author’s Summary: Lance and Allura finally have a bonding moment. Part of Platonic VLD week: Day 6 Injury/Healing
My Comments: Such an EXCELLENT Lance, and great interaction for him and Allura. I love stories where Lance becomes a diplomat for team Voltron and uses his social skills to be amazing and badass. Yes, yes, baby, you have a thing, and it’s a fantastic thing that not everyone can do (I certainly can’t, myself), and you should be proud. I was so happy when Allura got angry, holy crap. Protective Allura is my jam. One of my jams. I have a lot of jams, but this one is delicious.

Small Fierce Things by playswithworms
Words: 5,241
Author’s Summary: Pidge is badly injured. Shiro does his best to angst over it, but is foiled.
My Comments: Pidge is an absolute badass, and so adorable, and the way she was EXCITED about the possibilities in what most would see as a horrible, unredeemable situation was amazing, and so her. Love this one. Love Pidge. Love Shiro.

Platonic VLD Week by BrOwNiEfOx
My Comments: I think my favorite is Pride as Family. Love that lion bonding, and everyone gets a chance to shine. It’s all good.

Measuring Up by MoonlitWaterSunnyRiver
Words: 1,092
Author’s Summary: Keith has insomnia, and finally decides to *do* something about it. Turns out he’s not the only one up at night. Keith & Lance friendship, written for Platonic VLD Week.
My Comments: Aw, boys. Good talk.

Foundation by buttered_onions for mumblefox
Words: 8,982
Author’s Summary: “Wait,” Lance says, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “I thought you said you’ve known Shiro all your life.” “I might as well have,” Keith says. The story of how Keith and Shiro meet.
My Comments: STAR WARS AU. This is so so so good, holy crap. And it’s a Jed Temple Star Wars AU, where the boys are Jedi with all of the Old Republic Jedi crap about how attachments are dangerous messing up both Keith and Shiro and making it hard for them to navigate the friendship that both of them desperately need. But they figure it out. Gorgeous stuff, gorgeously written. Read the whole series.

Haircut by earthstar
Words: 1,946
Author’s Summary: Keith is in dire need of a haircut.
My Comments: I have previously recced other fics in this series. Just read it all. It’s all good. Then subscribe to the series so you don’t miss anything. Trust me, you’ll be glad you did.

Hair Care In Space by earthstar, isabeau25
Words: 7,764 (WIP 4/8)
Author’s Summary: Just because you’re travelling in outer space in a flying castle, doesn’t mean you can skip out taking care of your hair.
My Comments: Everyone is adorable and it’s all good.

Bridge This Gap by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) for mumblefox
Words: 2,287
Author’s Summary: Forming Voltron comes with side effects. A birthday fic

Gunna Go Far, Kid by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) for buttered_onions
Words: 3,034
Author’s Summary: Shiro finds himself in the body of a six year old. Again. He’s not any more happy about it.
My Comments: You should just click on anything that has BossToaster as the author.

Come Back (as pure as gold) by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Words: 3,567
Author’s Summary: When Shiro steps out of his lion after the final battle with Zarkon, something is off. Seems like he missed something. Ten years of it.
My Comments: See above. Also this ones hurts and I hate it.

the art of the trade by tuesdayandtuesday
Words: 2,696 
Author’s Summary: day three of platonic vld week - lions/bonding in which keith and red share a moment or three. s2 spoilers.
My Comments: This one is gorgeous and heartbreaking and so, so worth it.

Catch & Release by anonymous_scapegoat
Words: 2,625
Author’s Summary: Some Galra grunt makes the mistake of putting Pidge and Lance in the same cell. It goes about as well as you’d expect.
My Comments: Pidge and Lance being smart and snarky and perfect and working together really, really well. It really felt like an episode of the show.

when it rains, it pours by tuesdayandtuesday
Words: 2,461
Author’s Summary: day three of platonic vld week - lions/bonding in which lance cannot bear to be himself, and blue cannot bear to have him otherwise. s2 spoilers.
My Comments: I love Lance and Blue interaction so much, and this is beautiful.

Family is the Mixture of Chaos and Caring by CamillaLynne14
Words: 1,883
Author’s Summary: The teams morning has been… Chaotic. With a rough start to the day, then right into an intense training exercise, Coran and Allura feel guilty for how hard they’ve been working them. So the two form a surprise that may not go as planned.
My Comments: They tried, and no one should criticize them.

Hologram by AboveWeird
Words: 1,302
Author’s Summary: What Lance never anticipated was missing the stars. It felt so weird, so wrong to be out here among the stars when he knew nothing of their names or the myths they took part in. Most of all he missed the sun. It seemed like a silly thing. A giant ball of flaming gases shouldn’t be so dear, but yet no other star could ever mean as much. It had watched over him, looming and unseeing, for all of his life. It was a constant. And now, by an unthinkable turn of events, it was gone. All he had left was this hologram.
My Comments: Cuddle pile on Lance! It’s good.

Previously Recced Fics That Updated:
Handbook of Demonology by squirenonny for Pechat
Scattered by avidbeader
Someplace Like Home by squirenonny
Bromances in Space by ptw30
Playing Catch-Up by 5557
Love and Other Questions by squirenonny
In Sickness and Health by JamtheDingus
Chrono Story by Crowoxy
The Size Of Our Actions by buttered_onions
Silver Lining by HeIsSoBlue
Project G.A.L.R.A. by GemmaRose (now complete)
Coming Undone by Emerald_Ashes
Beautiful Minds by PotatoBender
Mini Lions by earthstar
Aid by Haurvatat

stultiloquentia  asked:

Yes!!! Do you have any interest in writing a NurseyDex continuation of your Sprezzatura 'verse? If not, hit me up with some competence kink - Dex POV of Nursey, or Falcs' POV of Bitty, or Jack, or whomever strikes your fancy; I'm so easy. :D

So, uh, this one got long. Here’s a continuation of the Sprezzatura ’verse.

Derek consciously told himself to unclench his teeth and relax his jaw. He hated calculus. So much. His brain simply refused to work the way the book and the professor seemed to think it should and he just needed to get through this class and then he’d have completed his stupid math requirement and never have to worry about it again. But first he had to pass it.

He was going to have to ask for help.

He hated asking for help.

He was going to do it anyway. You don’t have to be perfect at everything, he reminded himself. He was still clenching his teeth again when he texted Dex, though.

Ice: Yo, can you help me with calc?

Fire: Be there in ~15 mins. Need help with English anyway.

Derek sat back in his chair and scrubbed his hands over his face, then rolled his neck from side to side a few times and shook out his arms, trying to just fucking chill already. He found one of his wordless playlists to put on and tried to at least review the examples again before Dex got there so maybe he wouldn’t seem like a complete idiot. Ugh, he hated math.

Well, no, he just hated calculus. Or rather, the way calculus made him feel. He had never found a way to make calculus appear effortless for him, and he was getting really tired of grinding his teeth.

He was glad to get up and answer the door when Dex knocked. “C’mon in, man, you can sit wherever. My roommate has a new girlfriend, so he won’t care.”

Dex frowned at the thought of sitting on someone else’s bed without permission and dumped his bag on Derek’s bed instead. Which Derek had known he would do. He bit back a grin.

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Love You Forever (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! I’m still shook about last nights episode and i don’t think I will ever recover 😂 here is a very depressing but touching imagine. I might have cried writing this so I hope you guys don’t.
Warnings: death, depression, low self esteem
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: the reader and Spencer are best friends at the BAU and the reader is in love with spencer and everyone can see it except him so when maeve gets taken the reader manages to save her but ends up getting killed
Request: ✅
Upcoming Imagine: reader struggles with body image issues…
2 years.
For two years you have been working at the BAU.
1 year 27 weeks.
That’s how long you have been in love with Spencer Reid.
The whole team knew once you told Penelope but even though Spencer is a genius, he sure is oblivious to love.
He has been your best friend but never showed any interest in being more than friends, which you respected, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.
It hurt when you saw Spencer sitting by himself, reminding you that you couldn’t be his.
He’s so independent.
He’s independent until you make him depend on you.
When he bottles up emotions, you find a way to make him talk to you, opening him up to release anything that was on his mind.
He claims you were the only one who could do that.
And one night, he told you something that shattered your heart.
“Her name is Maeve and… I really like her…” you basically spaced off after that.
Are you not good enough?
Is that what it was?
You felt a tear fall down your cheek.
Damn it.
Good thing Spencer was looking at his lap, where he was sitting crisscross on the couch in front of you.
You quickly wiped the tear, but Spencer noticed.
“Y/N are you okay?” He asked a hint of concern in his voice.
“Yeah I'm… I’m really happy for you.” You said quietly.
By now, he knew something was up.
Thoughts fled his mind as he tried to profile your emotions.
“Is there something you want to tell me? Your holding back something. I will listen I promise.” He said reaching for your hand but you pulled back, knowing his touch is just going to make you nauseous.
“I'm… I’m okay. I promise. I’m just… I’m really happy for you. Im glad you… you found someone.” You said, the last part quiet and filled with disappointment.
He didn’t believe you.
He assumed you needed time alone so he patted your shoulder and left your apartment.
You did need the alone time.
Well time away from him.
You need to try to get over him, find a distraction before this gets out of hand.
Over the past month Spencer has told you all about Maeve and how important she was to him, stabbing you repeatedly in the heart as he rambled about her.
“She’s already the most beautiful girl in the world to me. I don’t care what she looks like.” He said staring at the ceiling.
You broke down, you couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Sorry I need to leave.” You said, your voice breaking as you sped away.
About a month after that, Maeve had gone missing and Spencer was torn.
It hurt you to see him like this, distant, scared and lost of hope.
He came to your door multiple times with red eyes and a runny nose.
You took care of him of course, but you were half tempted to hand him over to JJ so the pain would stop.
He could crumple in your arms as you stroked his soft hair, telling him it’s going to be okay.
He had even slept over a few times but the last time you couldn’t help it anymore.
When Spencer was sleeping, you kissed his forehead.
“Spencer Reid… I don’t know how I could fall in love with you so fast but… I guess it was just your personality and hearing your soft voice as you rambled about random stuff. But I love you. Not just as a friend but like… I would have liked to spend the rest of my life with you. I wanted to wake you up in the morning with coffee and shower you in kisses because you deserve the world. But, I know there’s someone else… to do that. I-I hope she treats you well because you deserve it. You deserve it and so much more.” You felt tears spill over your cheeks as you kissed his forehead once more before walking to the kitchen.
The next day, Spencer had put his life on the line.
You weren’t exactly sure what happened, but you know he risked his life.
Now you were on the way to the warehouse where Maeve was being held captive by Diane Turner.
You and the team walked in, guns out of holsters and out in front of you.
“You would kill your self for her?!” Diana yelled as Spencer stood in front of her with his hands in the air.
“Yes.” He said sincerely.
“Wait! Diane right? You had the thesis about suicide killing brain cells right?” You asked putting your gun back in its holster.
“Why do you care?” She snapped holding the gun tighter to Maeve’s head.
“It’s wrong. I read it. I’m actually the one who convinced Ms. Donovan to reject it. She knew it was wrong but I knew how a biased thesis like that would have never passed. Let me take her place. Killing Maeve won’t do you any good. But if you really want to kill someone… kill me.”
“Y/N what are you…”
“Let’s see how your thesis was wrong. I’m putting my life on the line. I’m willing to die. You have no proof that your thesis works. Let me be your test dummy. Do it shoot me.” You said throwing your gun to the side and taking off your FBI vest.
Multiple people were yelling.
“Put down the gun!”
“Y/N what the hell are you doing?”
“Stop taking off your vest.”
“Let her go.” You said keeping eye contact with her.
Diane slowly let go of Maeve and while she was doing so you charged at her, attempting to tackle her and take away your gun but you were interrupted by a loud boom.
You were shot in the pelvis, making you fall to the floor.
You could have swore that would have worked.
Your head hit the ground as you saw JJ run over to Maeve and Derek cuff Diane.
“Y/N Y/N hey look at me.” You heard Spencer say as your body was slightly lifted.
He pressed down on your wound, but nothing hurt.
“Hey your going to be okay.” He said brushing hair out of your face.
“No. No Spencer I’m not.” You said as you choked back tears.
“Don’t-don’t say that you will okay.” He said as tears filled his eyes.
“Spencer… I love you. I’ve loved you for-for a long time okay? Please take care of yourself. Please be careful. I love you so much I’m sorry I couldn’t do better.” You said choking on hot liquid that turned out to be blood.
You saw confusion and compassion in his eyes.
“No you-your going to live. Your going to live.” He repeated but you could already feel your body start to numb.
He was lost for words.
He wanted to say more but he was shocked and everything was coming together.
At that point he knew what was wrong with you that one night.
He now pieced together the little signs he never noticed until now.
How your pupils dilated when you looked at him.
How you got a little shy whenever he would touch you.
The redness in your cheeks when he would smile at you.
“I’m-I’m so sorry.” He said as tears fell down his face.
“You don’t have to-to be. Just know that I love you p-please.” You said with a faint smile.
His blood-covered hand shook as he hugged you tighter.
He started to cry.
Not just shed tears; he started to sob uncontrollably as he felt the last rise and fall of your chest.
“No no please. Someone help me please!” He yelled holding your faint body in his arms.
The medics finally got there and had you on life support, but it was your time.
You risked your life for Spencer’s happiness and if you could you would do it again.
All you wish of now, up in heaven, is that he keeps going.
That he lives a happy life and gets the care he deserves.

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Pairing: Joseph Christiansen/Reader

Words:  1676

Summary: Joseph keeps inviting you over to help with baking for events. You’re not one to turn down cookies, and you’re definitely not one to turn down the company of a very attractive blond dad.

Author’s note: we need more Soft Joseph in this world. if you have requests for that good good soft Joseph content lmk

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anonymous asked:

You have the best Cole headcannons! Could I have some more ghost Cole ones? (Preferably with angst. Like, I want to cry)

 AKHDBGAKGD THANK :D I gotchu fam I’ll do my best

I’ll start off with some not so angsty ones

  • while Lloyd was having a rest after the events of season 5 bc he very much deserves a rest, they would rotate who would lead depending on their area of expertise.
    • ghost cole is like heck ya I got this I can do anything I can’t die i’m a ghost
    • Wu: under no circumstances are you to do the thing. None. Do you understand? Just don’t do it.
      Cole: got it. Don’t do the thing. Never do the thing no matter what. Totally get it.
      Wu: good. *leaves*
      Cole: *turns to ninja* ok so we’re gonna do the thing
  • because ghosts can’t die he can jump from one of the windows in Yang’s temple and not get hurt, and when he turns human he forgets that it’s actually dangerous now that he has like, bones
    • he breaks both his ankles trying to parkour is what I’m saying ://
    • good news though I also headcanon that because of his connection to earth and its strength he actually has a much quicker recovery time than others
  • “hey see if Ouija boards will work with me” “Cole you’re… already here I can see you i’m talking to you that’s not the point of Ouija boards”
  • kai eats his last slice of cake?? will posses every kitchen appliance they have at 3am when kai wakes up to get a snack to scare him
  • he pretends that he can talk to and see other ghosts that the others can’t
    • Jay: *is talking*
      Cole: *eyes widen* Lisa no… 
      Jay: … what? 
      Cole: Lisa no don’t do that to Jay! STOP NO HE DOESN’T DESERVE THAT

ok now some angsty ones, and a fair warning that some of it does get pretty angsty and a lil dark so please don’t read it if that’s gonna get to you

  • when Cole doesn’t know what to do he’ll turn to food, and before he became a ninja he had an eating disorder that he worked through because he had the love and support of his friends
    • but when he’s a ghost he can’t even get a hold of anything let alone eat something
    • so the one thing that gives him comfort is now gone
    • when he can eventually control his body he just eats and eats and eats and then eats some more
    • cause he can touch stuff but he can’t feel anything
    • and he knows his eating habits would be unhealthy were he not a ghost but he doesn’t have the will to care
    • you can’t look me in the eye and tell me that he can eat an entire cake filled with tools and not even realise that there were tools in there, and then say the boy doesn’t have an eating problem
    • he reeeeeeeeeeeally struggles to adjust his diet when he becomes human as a result, but he has Zane and Kai to help him with that cause they’re the health nerds in the team 
  • he avoids Jay as much as he can to start with, because of the two of them Cole is always the strongest and is there for him. He can’t bear for Jay to see him like this so he shuts him out and Jay is really hurt because he has no idea why
    • he starts to think that Cole blames him for him becoming a ghost, because Jay was the one who he was tied to directly in the temple
    • he starts to think that maybe if he hadn’t been so selfish and worried about himself over the team, and had just listened to Cole when he yelled that he’d dropped the scroll, none of this would have happened
    • or maybe he could’ve helped him, and sure he would’ve been a ghost too but at least he’d be working though it with his best friend
    • of course when Cole and Jay talk about this Cole is like “Jay wth are you talking about why would any of this be your fault” but it’s… not nice in the beginning
  • he always feels like a liability on missions because everyone is focused on protecting him and making sure he’s a-ok instead of what they should be doing
    • especially since Nya still doesn’t have such good control of her powers so will be firing water around at enemies like there’s no tomorrow, and if Cole isn’t alert he almost gets hit
    • a lot of Lloyd’s time is spent keeping Cole in an energy forcefield, which keeps him safe and gives Lloyd as little to do as possible so he can ease back into it 
  • he also doesn’t want to tell his dad because his dad never wanted him to be a ninja and he promised him he wouldn’t get hurt and he already lost his mum and it would hurt him so much if he lost Cole too and how is Lou supposed to explain to people that his son is a ghost and-
    • now Lou is an actor, ok? He’s distraught and he’s sobbing when he first sees Cole but he loves him more than anything and he’ll be damned if he’s going to make Cole feel worse, so he keeps it together for his boy
    • Jay has to come with him cause Cole can’t do it on his own and he’s crying so much he can’t speak, so Jay explains what happens for him
  • the guys have to keep really close tabs on him at all times to start with because they all know how easy it would be for him to just walk into some water and that would be the end of it all
    • so they make sure he’s never alone but try not to treat him any differently and it does help him feel a little better
  • there’s a whole number of people he could blame for this happening, he could blame Ronin for sending them there, he could blame Jay for sending them to the furthest part of the temple to chase fake Morro into an attic, he could blame Kai for having a fear of water and not being able to get the original scroll from Morro in Stixx in the first place, he could blame Yang for being a sicko and wanting to imprison them all, the list continues
    • but that’s not healthy for the team and it’s so much easier for him to internalise the blame and say it’s because he can’t lead, it’s because he tied them together, it’s because he dropped the scroll
    • he’ll say Jay was right all that time ago, that he is the least valuable member of the team. So it’s best that it happened to him and not one of the others because he’s expendable.
  • he can’t go anywhere near Lloyd
    • Cole is a ghost and he has black hair and guess who else was a ghost with black hair
    • Lloyd still sees Morro sometimes and he has nightmares about it so he’ll get super edgy around Cole
    • he knows Cole would never hurt him but he really does look an awful lot like Morro to him sometimes and every time he looks at him it reminds him of what happened and the things Morro did to him and threatened to do to the people he loves
    • the last thing Cole wants to do is hurt Lloyd and make things worse so he keeps himself in his room for a week or two until Lloyd goes on a little holiday with Misako
  • He used to love rain and it relaxed him, his dad used to take him out in it and dance and play, so now that he can’t just sit in rain and chill or mess around with his buds it makes him sad.
  • he eventually comes to terms with it and as we see all is well and he can do so many things, so when he becomes human again he feels completely useless 
    • everyone thought what he could do was cool and the team all had a big need for his abilities, and now that he can’t do those things anymore he feels completely expendable again and like he’s not special and can’t offer anything
    • queue a cuddle pile and lots of head smooches and dens and movie nights

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observing-silhouette  asked:

Hey there, hope you're doing well! Firstly I just wanna say that I've been struggling with writers block the last couple of months, but your writing has really helped me get past it. You've inspired me to give writing my all again and for that I just wanna say thanks! Secondly I'm currently working on a Swapfell fic and I was wondering if you had any headcannons for the SF!skelebros? I love the way you portray them~!

I’m so glad to hear that you’re feeling inspired!  =D  I’d absolutely love to read your Swapfell fic, so send that wonderfulness my way~.  

& also, can I just say that your art is amazing?

I should also have a tiny disclaimer that I’ve been told my SF!bros aren’t exactly the norm, and that the backstory/healing magic stuff I’m about to go into is something I just made up on the spot.


  • Captain of the Royal Guard
  • Calls himself the MALEVOLENT SANS but is known as the Tiny Tyrant by most of Snowdin.
  • Has the shed set up as a cell/interrogation room, with barbed wire wrapped around the bars.
  • The cell contains a filthy dog bed, with water and food bowls.  The floors are strained.
  • is an absolutely horrible cook.  He makes burritos, filled with glitter and meat doused in vinegar.
  • His puzzles aren’t puzzles, but traps, and they’re intricate and ingenious.  They involve quite a few spikes and nets made of razor wire.
  • His eyelights are blue, as is his magic.  
  • He’s highkey thirsty, but hides it behind accusing the other person of flirting.
  • Easily manipulated if he’s ego’s stroked just right.
  • Uses the term “WORM” when degrading someone, and “MANGY MUTT” or “LAZY PIECE OF GARBAGE” when degrading his brother.
  • is incredibly strong but still has Papyrus do his dirty work sometimes.
  • Calls Papyrus PAPY when not insulting him.  
  • Lets his emotions rule him when he’s angry or upset enough.  Snowdin trembles in fear of his tantrums. 
  • Claims his standards are THE HIGHEST POSSIBLE STANDARDS because he’s never found anyone WORTHY OF A DATE WITH THE GREAT MALEVOLENT SANS.


  • Used to work in The Lab with the Riverperson
  • Smokes dog treats to calm himself down– and regular cigarettes in a pinch.  
  • Sans hates when he smokes in the house, so he usually smokes in the shed or the basement.
  • Chain smokes when he’s stressed.  Also frequently drinks.
  • Uses the term of endearment “darlin’” casually.
  • is much more subdued around his brother, whom he calls “m’lord”, of course.  Around him, Papyrus rarely puns, and while he offers advice, he usually doesn’t go against Sans’s demands.  
  • When he’s away from Sans, however, he’s more of a wise-cracking flirt.  This is purely because he doesn’t want to steal the spotlight from his bro.
  • Capable of remembering RESETs.  
  • Hates riddles. 
  • Has a higher LOVE than Sans
  • Capable of using healing magic, but only Sans knows about that.  
  • “Dog” aesthetic.  From Mutt, to the dog treats he smokes, to the collar/leash combo.
  • Always eats whatever Sans cooks without complaint.
  • Has found that barbecue sauce is the only thing that possibly gets the lingering taste out of his mouth.
  • Papyrus lost his tooth in a fight, when he was defending Sans in the scuffle listed below.

Backstory of the bros:

Papyrus is the older brother in my version of them, and he raised Sans as a babybones.  When things went sideways in The Lab, Papyrus became more withdrawn; he stopped sleeping, instead spending his nights secretly trying to decipher the Riverperson’s riddles to figure out how to fix the machine.  He obsessed over it for a while, and the timeline distortions made him apathetic.  He took to drinking and sleeping with various monsters after a long night at Muffet’s. 

His care-taking of Sans slipped through the cracks.  He hadn’t noticed that his brother had been getting picked on at school because he was a smaller monster, one with a squeaky voice and a bark worse than his bite.  It made him an easy target.  

Sans was late coming home from school one day, and when Papyrus woke up from his nap (he’d been up all night in the basement, obsessing over the riddles and simultaneously chain-smoking and heavily drinking), he went looking for his brother, only to find him getting beaten up by several monsters.  In retaliation, Papyrus unleashed hell on them.  He ended up in a fight with their parents before it was over, and several monsters winded up dusted.  

By the time Papyrus got home with Sans, his brother was horribly injured, two giant cracks going through his skull, splitting it open over his eyesocket.  His ribs were cracked, his leg was broken…

And Papyrus was injured, too.  

His drive to protect his brother was what unlocked his healing magic–something he’d only ever read theorems of in The Lab.  Not many monsters are capable of wielding two different forms of magic, save for Boss Monsters like himself.  He was able to heal his brother for the most part, although his healing job was sloppy.  

However, it came at a price.  It damaged his SOUL in the process.  
He almost Fell Down.

Sans had to step up, to try to come to grips with the fact that his brother was comatose, staring off into space on the couch for nearly a week, his HoPe at an abysmal 1.  He wanted to become stronger so he could protect both himself and Papyrus–especially given the fragile state of his brother’s SOUL.  

He vowed to join the Royal Guard.

Papyrus pulled through, and he gave up on his obsession with the machine.  Instead, he spent more time building up his brother’s confidence, spurring him on to reach his dreams.  He became fiercely protective of Sans after almost losing him.

Those that wanted to compete with Sans for a position in the Guard (it’s a highly competitive and deadly process to get in) targeted Papyrus to get to Sans.  That made the smaller skeleton realize that their bond was a weakness–he couldn’t let someone know that it was a way to get to him.  He couldn’t let them potentially dust Papyrus because of him.  

So, he started treating Papyrus like dirt publicly.  He demanded to be called m’lord, and Papyrus agreed without question.  He started demeaning Papyrus, and his brother never once talked back or refuted his claims.  Instead, he went along with everything he said, continuing to bolster Sans’s ego.  

Sans got into the Royal Guard and rose through the ranks.  He bought Papyrus the collar to show ownership–and as a way to state to everyone that messing with the MALEVOLENT SANS’S property would result in getting dusted on the spot.  He became more and more carried away with treating his brother as his literal attack dog, even pulling him by a leash while Papyrus walked behind him with a cigarette between his teeth and his hands shoved in his pockets.   

Papyrus knows why Sans treats him the way he does, and he’s fine with it because he still blames himself for the attack on Sans years ago.  Over the years, however, Papyrus has started believing the demeaning remarks against his character, which has left him with low self-esteem and even lower self-worth.  Still, as messed up as both of the brothers are, they still value each other above all else.  Sans would do everything in his power to keep Papyrus safe, and vice-versa.  All they have is each other.

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Sherlolly Appreciation Week, Day 4- First Sleepover

I’m pretty late with this! For most of you it’s probably Day 5 already lol. But I really wanted to give this one a try. This is how I imagine things, and I guess it doesn’t really directly conflict with canon, despite the fact that this theme doesn’t have to be canon compliant. Idk, hope you guys enjoy it…gonna go do laundry now lol!

He Needs The Space

Molly peered over the edge of her bed, looking down into the sea green eyes that stared back at her.

“Honestly, it’s fine. I’d actually feel better if you just came up here,” she stated sincerely. 

It wasn’t a lie. She did hate to think of him sleeping on the hard floor.

Sherlock had turned up at her door a couple hours before, dripping wet and looking like a stray dog in need of some loving care. Molly didn’t hesitate to invite him in. True, she’d only known him a couple of months, but Mike Stamford had known him longer. She’d heard nothing but good things. Well, perhaps not everything was good. But she’d heard enough to know he wasn’t a man to distrust or fear. And besides…she could just tell. 

It was painful for her to think of him bouncing around from place to place since his move to the city some weeks before. Apparently there was no family or friends he cared to stay with. She hated to think of him in the streets or God knows where else. Molly couldn’t say for sure what had motivated him to descend on her flat that night, but she was awfully glad he did. 

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Begin Again - (Chapter I)

Read the prologue here

Thank you to @marlosbooknook and @mibasiamille for helping me edit and listening to my constant whining, really don’t know why you put up with me but thank you and ily

(Also a note: I’m not a doctor so i’m sorry if some of this is wrong I relied entirely on google and what I remember from my anatomy class. Plus Grey’s Anatomy but that’s not all accurate and a full out shit show at this point so let’s just ignore that)

And thank you all so much for your comments on the prologue, I’m so glad you enjoyed it!


Oxford, England
22nd September 1976

One moment. One tiny, insignificant moment, and his entire world shifted.

It was a head-on collision with a semi: the driver fell asleep at the wheel and veered right in front of him. Jamie didn’t have any time to react; it had all happened so fast.

It was more than likely that he wouldn’t remember any of it, due to the damage to his brain. But his life was no longer in his hands.

First responders arrived at the scene almost five minutes–five long minutes–after it happened. He was unconscious, lying in the middle of the road. The impact of the crash had ejected him from his seat, through the windshield, and onto the street.

The list of injuries were endless: from broken bones to open wounds. Some of the shards of glass from the windows had embedded themselves into his skin, but the rest was scattered on the concrete around him.

The biggest concern of the medical team was his head and spinal cord. It was impossible to tell what state they were in, given that the patient unconscious. They worked as fast as they could to get him on the stretcher and immobilized, while also being careful enough not to jostle him too much. Once he was secured inside the ambulance, he was rushed to the A&E.

He was only going to work. It was supposed to be like any other day.

None of this was supposed to happen.

They took him from the ambulance directly into the OR, assessing the damage and figuring out how to proceed from there.

Over the course of the next few months, he would be in that OR three times.

His condition was critical and he couldn’t be under anesthesia for very long, so the surgeries had to be spread out, allowing his body time to recover.

He sustained multiple injuries: right leg broken in two places, once in the left; multiple cracked and broken ribs; the right shoulder dislocated and the radius of the left arm severely fractured. A back full of glass, some pieces almost three inches long. Some internal bleeding in the abdomen, but luckily the medical team had found the source in time to stop it. If they hadn’t, it would have caused his brain to hemorrhage and, ultimately, could have ended his life.

There was some bleeding and swelling in his brain that they had gotten under control, but there was no telling the prognosis until he was conscious. Miraculously, however, his spinal cord had remained unharmed.

His right hand was the worst of it: the bones of his ring finger were almost completely shattered, the middle finger a compound fracture, the bone sticking obtrusively through the skin. They predicted that he wouldn’t regain full range of motion in that hand again, but with lots of physical therapy it could come close.

The first surgery was getting the bleeding in his abdomen and brain under control, as well as the swelling. Then, debriding his back and several other places on his body, followed by cleaning every wound to reduce the risk of infection.

Unfortunately, that was all they could do for the day.

The next day was setting the broken bones. Everything went relatively smooth until they got to his hand, which took the longest.

The very last surgery consisted entirely of applying the skin grafts to his back.

After a few weeks, he was able to breathe on his own. In the days that followed, they remained hopeful that he would recover. They waited for him to wake up, each day hoping that today would be the day.

But the days went by, and he never did.

increasinglyembarrassed  asked:

By the way, how's that grain mill working so far? I was so excited when I saw that first post when you got it and I just about cried, I'm so glad you can grind your own stuff now, it was such a relief to see

I haven’t actually had a chance to use it yet with people coming and going from my house, but this week I have set aside time to get familiar with it and mix my own flour blends. I even ordered some special groats to play with and test out the quality of flour I get from different suppliers. I am Excited and planning so many recipes :D

I actually came up with a recipe this weekend when I needed to make something sweet for friends, but I didn’t want to mess around with thing I couldn’t eat in order to make it. The end result was an egg free dairy free oatmeal cookie with candied lemon peel in it and the whole plate vanished in under 10 minutes. So I am looking forward to being able to experiment more with that too.

thehappyvet  asked:

Hello! I'm graduating at the end of this year (eek!) and I'm currently looking at jobs. I've read that you were quite far away from family and friends with your first job, and I wanted to know how you handled it? Because I'm considering the same thing but I also don't want to isolate myself :( also if you have any other advice for picking jobs I would really appreciate it! (Ps your recent post about horses was amaze I was laughing so much I couldn't breathe 😂)

To be completely honest, moving away from family wasn’t that big of an issue, as we didn’t really get along all that well and I was keen to get out of my parents’ control, so moving interstate for a respectable job was a convenient way to do that.

Being isolated from my friendship groups and classmates was more challenging, especially as I’d been living on campus for two years and was basically surrounded by my classmates at least 5 days a week, breakfast through to dinner. But I was super lucky and one of my classmates, who I was close to, ended up employed at the same practice with me. It was great for us, even though we we both interstate from our main support groups, we could lean on each other and spent he first month or so going with each other on large animal calls.

You underestimate just how important being able to have pizza and movie nights with your friends are until they become difficult to have. I am really glad to have had him there, because nobody understands what a new graduate veterinarian goes through, except another new graduate veterinarian. Even myself, several years removed from that situation, would probably not empathize exactly how I would have back then.

If you’re not as lucky as I was, then making sure you put aside time to catch up and debrief with your classmates is hugely beneficial to your mental health. You want to be able to spend some time not talking about work, of course, but you often need to get a whole bunch of clinical stuff off your chest, especially when you’re learning and worried you might have made a mistake.

Put time and effort aside to maintain contact with your classmates and support groups. Individual resilience is great, but it’s not enough on its own when you wear out, and it will happen. You need other people around you, somehow, to get yourself through.

Whether that’s regular catch-ups, or online chat rooms or video calls or whatever works for you, put effort into maintaining those links.

I should have put more effort into staying in contact with my non-vet friends, but I am lucky in that most of the friends I have kept this long are the sorts of friends you can see for the first time in a long time and still feel like it’s only been a few days.

(This post might be relevant to your interests too.)

Feeling Alive- Part 2

Summary: Dance school!AU (or the Step Up/Pride and Prejudice mash up nobody asked for). Bucky Barnes is forced to take twelve hours of commercial dance classes to pass the year- and that just happens to be your regular weekly dance class.


Part 1 (Slow Hands)


Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Chapter 3/?: Stay

Word count: 3494

Warnings: Mild physical injury

I’m really astonished by the feedback for this! Thank you to everyone who’s liked so far and/or asked to be added to the tag list. And thanks as always to @systemfailuresunshine for putting up with me <3 See bottom for author notes!

You’re running late, again. Groaning in frustration, you seize your keys from the table and grab your bag from the floor where you’d dumped it on your way in. Trainers, water bottle, towel- all in there. Thankfully you’d packed everything you needed this morning, and, on the upside, at least it isn’t raining. You lock up behind you and check your pockets for change. A handful of coins rattles at your touch: you sigh with relief. You can get the bus to the studio. You heft your bag onto your shoulder and set off in the direction of the stop.

It’s Wednesday, and the weather has, thankfully, done a complete U-turn since last week. The sun has been shining all day, accompanied by the merest handful of puffy clouds. You’ve caught yourself staring wistfully out of the library windows more than once; at least until Nahid inevitably throws a balled-up returns receipt at your head to shatter your daydreaming. Right now, though, you don’t need to hurry- the bus isn’t due until quarter-to- so you take your time to enjoy the walk in the gilded evening light.

That enjoyment is cut short, however, when you round the corner and catch a glimpse of who else is waiting for the bus. You balk for a second, then pull yourself together. You’re just going to walk up to this collection of tall, beautiful dancers and act completely natural. Nothing to worry about whatsoever.

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anonymous asked:

KP anon- what a cute au! Imagine Gladio asking Prompto to teach him ~grace~ in his style in exchange for helping Prompto train for his upcoming competition. They run together every morning to the rink and take turns helping each other practice on the ice. Also! (Bc I'm yoi trash..) Ignis as a dance or gymnastics teacher who helps Prompto with his flexibility and fluidity? I'm more partial to gymnast Ignis tbh.. but yeah ;v;

KP! Thanks for joining the skater AU mania!! In combination with another lovely prompt sitting in my inbi\ox, I’ve decided that Prompto’s figure skating coach is Cor, but that he takes extra lessons in gymnastics with Ignis to keep him flexible and improve his balance on the ice. So here ya go!! Gymnast!Iggy and some silly Promptio fluff… Mostly SFW ;) Hope you like it <3

(Also, prepare for some side IgNoct soon *wink*)

Alternate tags: Prompto is flexible. Gladio is not.

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Tododeku Week - Day 5

Title: A Blessing in Disguise?
Rating: T
Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia
Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Class 1-A (minus Mineta, plus Shinsou)
Ships: Tododeku
Theme: Dorm Life
Quote: “It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.” - Agatha Christie, An Autobiography 
Summary: Game night goes far better than it seemed it would. 

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anonymous asked:

Fanon Allen: angel. Wouldn't hurt a fly. Canon Allen: get out of my fucking way I'm gonna win this poker game and get all the money, strip everyone naked and leave them in the train with no clothes. No mercy. Innocent who?!

It’s amazing because people get distracted by his angel face and round big eyes and polite speech which is exactly what happens in canon too right before he shows his true colors always - actual Allen will talk shit about random women he’s just met, will hold Bak’s “secret” crush on Lena over his head and threaten him through it, will scare the living shit out of a small child the moment he realizes he’s a small child making him believe he’s been stabbed with a huge ass sword, has and will again yell at the most powerful bad on the whole planet while standing on his back??? - has stripped people naked for money and started stripping himself naked while talking about added prices for it, got in a shouting match with two enemies over who had it worse with their debts (related, had absolutely no qualms telling said enemies that his master was the devil incarnated while they were trying to make him defensive over him and I don’t blame him at all) also anything he’s ever done with Kanda ever, like, that’s a whole category on its own

I mean, Allen’s definitely super sweet and caring and protective of his ideals and the people he loves, but it’s part of his actual plot that somewhere inside him there’s still Red and that a mixture between Allen and Red is his true self and I’ll never stop being amused at how the fandom likes to forget about that tbh

Anon said: Different anon here; you said your creativity was influenced by how much material you get on the subject. Once these characters weeks end, would you be interested in getting some fics written for you? I like your art so it feels like a good way to thank you while also helping you get inspiration for more bokuro, I feel it’d be a win/win situation :) Good luck with all the work you have to do by the way!

I’m always a slut for words my friend !!! Tho I can’t promise whatever you write for me will make me want to draw, I could never and I will never say no to words about my otps haha

Anon said: do you mind other people copying certain aspects of your style? like not exactly the same but for example the way you kinda put the blush colour across the knees and elbows and such? bc i know some artists are kinda picky about that sort of thing

I don’t mind at all, go for it! Most of what I do with my style is a patchwork of things I liked in other people’s styles anyway, it would be really hypocritical of me if I told you I don’t want you to experiment with what you like too - let your creativity be free my friend!

And anyway as long as the hand drawing it is different and you don’t purposefully try to exactly copy something, even things taken from other people’s styles won’t look the same - that’s how art works, after all~

Anon said: hi!! so i was scrolling through your art the other day and it’s really cool to see how much you’ve changed *^^* i love your art so much and i think it’s really inspirational to see obvious improvement i guess? thanks ily good bye

OH MY GOD thank you so much!!!!!! *O* I’m!!!!! really glad you can see my stuff getting better???? AHHHHHH!!!!! what a good ask to get, I’m really happy right now hahaha

Anon said: Kirishima has a bad habit of chewing his pencils when he’s trying to focus and because he has those killer teeth his pencils get fricking destroyed and it stresses everyone out except him so his classmates give him a lot of pencils and he’s bamboozled as to why.

It’s good tho because Kiri doesn’t really realize he needs the pencils himself so he keeps on using his chewed-through ones and hoards the pencils he’s given by the others so when Bakugou’s temper ends up making his pencils explode or Kaminari’s stress fries his into uselessness or Mina inadvertently destroys hers with her acid he can just give them new ones and he feels really good about it

everyone else has no clue how to point out that that’s not why he was given the pencils to begin with because Kiri looks so happy about it too - one day Momo will just make a Crimson Riot pencil with an indestructible material and Kiri will love it so much and they’ll solve the problem once for all haha

Anon said: I seriously can’t get over your chibi style. It’s so cute!

AWWW THANK YOU!!!!! It’s super fun to draw too, so I’m happy you like it!!!!

Anon said: The way you are dodging angst is a true art tbh

Oh my god anon I got bad news for you seems like in the bakushima week I gave in to the soft-sads (note to self: never sketch out prompts when you’re feeling emo for other reasons)

Anon said: does bokuto peel the cheese stick or does he just eat it whole?

Anon as an Italian I have absolutely no clue what a cheese stick is. What is that. What are you feeding your kids anon. I’m concern.

.。.:*☆  out.  honestly, i’m astounded. you guys are all so incredible, and i’m so blessed to have such amazing followers and friends. i’ve been going through a lot recently, as i’m sure many of you have noticed, so it means a lot that you’re all here, and so supportive. it’s been two weeks since i moved, and i honestly don’t think i’ve ever felt so welcomed or confident on a blog in the year and a half that i’ve been doing indie roleplaying, so thank you for that. here’s to more and more weeks, and more and more muses, and all the threads <3 time for some gushing about the people i love and admire <3

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Coffee and Tea

For NurseyDex Week Day 3-Alternate Universe

Oh look, I have a title! Honestly, the only thing truly alternate thing about this universe is that they aren’t on the hockey team, but we’re going with it. This is gonna end up being multi-chaptered, but here’s chapter 1, and you can also read it on AO3!


Derek is running late. Again. He’s not happy about it. He told himself he was going to do better for his sophomore year, but that doesn’t mean that his brain and his body are on the same page when it comes to getting out of bed. It’s only two weeks into the semester and he’s hastily pulling a red beanie on his head as he grabs his backpack and power walks out of his dorm room. It’s also his fault for picking a class that starts at 9:15, when he knows full well he has trouble getting out of bed before 9:30.

As he’s closing his door, he checks the time on his watch. 9:12. He knows he really doesn’t have time, but he’ll be damned if he has to sit through a two hour geology lecture without some sort of caffeine. He walks fast. He can make it to Starbucks and then to geology and only be a few minutes late.

Three minutes later, Derek stands in the crowded on-campus Starbucks as he waits for his order to be called. It seems like everyone is running late this morning. He texts his senior art friend Larissa, who he usually sits next to in geology as he waits for his drink.

“Derek and Will!” a barista shouts, as he lays two drinks down on the pick-up counter. Derek shoves his phone into his pocket and hustles to grab his drink, almost running into a lanky redhead as he does so. He picks up two honey packets and a spoon so he can add it to his tea when he gets to class and hurries on his way.

Surprisingly, Derek makes it to class without spilling hot tea on himself, so he counts that as a success even though his morning got off to a late start. He sits down in the seat that Larissa saved for him and takes out his laptop to pretend to take notes. Then he opens his to-go cup and notices something is off.

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Of Perps and Proposals

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Derek and Stiles sit in an unmarked squad car on a routine stakeout hoping to catch the person who has been knocking over various warehouses around town. By the fourth uneventful hour, they’ve played nearly every game known to man in order to keep some semblance of sanity, when the speaker squawks.

“What about ‘Fuck, Marry, Kill’ because you guys are killing me with your boredom. By the way, your push button is broken which means I’ve heard everything. I need to go bleach my ears after hearing Stiles’ enthusiastic rendition of ‘Hello’.” Scott’s voice echoes through the radio.

Stiles huffs at that, but what else do they have but time and sore asses, for the most unremarkable reasons, too. Shame.

“Alright how about….”  Derek closes his eyes as he attempts to drum up some names, fingers tapping thoughtfully on his thigh before opening his eyes, catching his reflection in the side mirror and smirking. “Scott, Parrish, and Me.”

Stiles snorts and turns so he’s facing Derek, “Really? That’s the best you’ve got?”

Derek shrugs up a shoulder and nods his head, urging Stiles on. 

Stiles squints his eyes and nibbles on his lip as he mulls it over. Derek sighs, “This isn’t Jeopardy, Stiles.”

Stiles’ squint becomes a half-hearted glare. “Fine. Fuck Scott. No seriously, fuck you, bro. My singing is on point. Angels wept.” Stiles screeches into the radio.

“They’re not the only ones who wept. Just so you know I’m flipping you off so hard right now. Also the suspect in question was spotted in your vicinity. ETA on your location is 5 minutes.” Scott responds.

“Roger. Eyes wide open. Ok so on to Parrish. Hmmm. Kill Parrish mostly because I’m not even sure if that’s possible. Would he just come for himself then? You know because of the whole,” Stiles gestures to his body, mimicking being engulfed in flames, “Hellhound situation?”

Scott chokes out a laugh while Derek’s glare becomes contemplative before movement coming from the warehouse has him bounding out of the car with one hand on his walkie.

“Perp on scene. Pursuing on foot.”

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anonymous asked:

i'm glad you're watching the office! what do you think about sterek jim/pam?

“Sure, I like him,” Derek scowls right at the camera, “We’re friends.” He blinks, expression suddenly going hopeful, “Why, did he say something?”


“I have worked at Beacon Hills Office Supplies for two and a half years,” Stiles pretends to hang himself with his tie, glances out of the conference room to where Derek is signing for a package with a suspicious look on his face. “It’s not all bad, I guess?”


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