Finished picture for @whygena-draws of their super adorable character; Samantha! Please go check out their amazing art blog if you can! I had a lot of fun drawing her and it was a super cool experience!
Thank you for all your help too, you wonderful person <3 I hope you like it! :)
How would the skaters fair with an s/o who's a competitive show jumper? Like they raise and train horses competitively for competition? Sorry if it's vague this is my first time doing this ;3; I'm always too shy...
((You didn’t specify which ones, so I’ll do the main three))
-Finds it amazing
-Adores watching s/o because they look so beautiful when they’re riding horses
-And elegant as well
-Begs s/o to to teach him
-Probably falls while the horse is astride (I think it’s called astride in English…?)
-His biggest concern is s/o falling off the horse
-I mean, did you read the statistics on injuries??
-His heart stops every time s/o jumps
-He does, however, like helping them take care of the horses
-But there’s no way he’s getting one one thankyouverymuch
-He really likes horse riding as a sport, so he’s happy that s/o does it
-Always comes to their competitions (with his best disguise, of course)
-Buys s/o shirts with horses on them
-When he’s helping s/o with the horses, they often bite his hair (it reminds them of straw)
-So he starts wearing it in a bun when he’s in the stable
I’m so, so glad you sent me this one?? Because wow, I really needed to address The Train Scene… (I have a funny feeling that may have been what you had in mind, here)
This is, um, a Gladio-style apology: it does not actually contain the word “sorry.” I think it still works, though…
“Prompto? Gladio still seems a bit on edge. I think perhaps we should delay our journey to Tenebrae and rest here. Preferably with him and Noctis in separate rooms.” “Phew! Glad you brought it up!” “Do you have a preference regarding which of us sleeps where?” “Are you kidding? You have to stick with Noct, especially right now. If he has more of those nightmares…” “I’ve no doubt he will.” “Yeah. And… I think you might be freaking the big guy out a little. I’ll room with him.” “Are you certain? I know he can be… overbearing.” “It’s fine, really. I know he’s just scared. I’ll try to calm him down.” “If anyone has a chance, I believe it’s you.”
“Hey,” Prompto says brightly, “nice to have a break from traveling and everything, right?”
Gladio scoffs. He searches his pocket for their motel key like it’s hiding on purpose and needs to be brought into line. “A break? Is that what you call missing the train?”
It totally is. Prompto and Ignis held the group up on purpose. “I guess not.”
Prompto bounces on the balls of his feet while Gladio opens the door to what’s got to be the worst motel room in Cartanica. There’s no telling what color the wallpaper was originally. The beds look like they belong in a museum. The air smells like dust and wet wood. Nobody even tried to put up boring paintings of lighthouses or anything: it wouldn’t have mattered, that’s how bad this room is.
Gladio flicks the light switch. Nothing happens. “Perfect,” he says through gritted teeth.
This whole ‘getting Gladio to chill out’ thing is looking harder by the minute.
I was scouring the net to see if there was anything from the Portland Wizard World I had missed, or if anybody had posted a video, and came across a story someone had posted on another forum about Matt and Alex’s autographs.
Apparently Alex was asked to autograph the picture of their first kiss - precisely, this picture:
- and by some odd chance, she decided to sign on ‘Matt’.
When the same picture - along with a bunch of other pictures - was given to Matt to sign, he stopped (he just zoomed through other pictures), and said: ‘
“Now why did Alex sign on top of me? Ugh, you can’t do anything with her”
@strangesmolchild I WAS YOUR SECRET SANTA!!! And i drew your lovely, adorable PERSONA! Omg I’m so sorry for taking such a long time. I feel really bad for it. But now it’s done!! I can totally digitalise later and make all the colors better. I only had a few colored pencils + markers and the ink kept running out :c
This was for @created-by-the-creator’s Secret Santa!! Again, sorry for being so late, but thank you for so much patience!!
When Oliver doesn’t respond to any of the texts Connor sends him during class, Connor brushes it off with a confident shrug. Even though Oliver always texts him back. Even if it’s just a quick “Can’t text now.” He’s probably in the middle of a meeting or on a call or something.
When Oliver doesn’t respond to any of the emails Connor sends him while walking across campus to grab a sandwich, Connor figures it isn’t anything to worry about. Even though Oliver always emails him back. Even if it’s as simple as “We’ll talk tonight.” He gets a ton of email everyday so what if one message (or six) got lost in the shuffle.
When Oliver doesn’t respond to the Facebook messages Connor sends him in the middle of his second class of the day, Connor rationalizes it’s no big deal. Even though Oliver always messages him back. Even it’s as meaningless as “Why do you send me messages here? You know I hate Facebook.” He’s just being a good employee. Not checking in while still at work. Being responsible.
“Royal had parents who loved him and depended on him—two little sisters he adored. He could never see them again after he was changed. And then he outlived them all. That kind of pain is very, very slow.”
I’ve had this idea playing around in my head for a while but was never quite sure how to tackle it. It started with the question of why Azriel could so blatantly adore Morrigan, and yet she could say things like she could strip naked in front of him and he wouldn’t touch her.
This is what I came up with.
It started as a drunken bet, far too many years ago to bother quantifying. After I had ‘ruined’ myself with Cassian and recovered from the resulting unpleasantness with my family.
Jude stood up from where he’d been crouching and rifling throughhis school bag. When he turned around, he saw a boy who looked to be
around his age. He had blonde hair, a few strands falling over his
He looked familiar. Jude was pretty sure they had English
together, but he wasn’t sure.
“Yeah. I’m sorry, I don’t know your name,” Jude said
awkwardly, almost apologetically.
But the boy just laughed.
“That’s okay. Just means I’ll have to introduce myself. I’m
Leo,” he informed him, smiling. He had dimples, Jude noted
“Nice name,” Jude complimented, returning the smile. “We
have English together, don’t we?” he asked, trying to be polite.
“Yup! But um, I was actually wondering if you’d like to maybe go
catch a movie with me sometime? The new Avengers movie is coming out
soon, so I thought you might like to go and see that. With m-me,”
Leo stammered a bit at the end, revealing his slight nervousness.
Jude’s eyes widened as he took in the flush spreading across Leo’s
“Like… a date?” he asked, surprised.
“Well, yeah,” Leo clarified, huffing a little in amusement.
“Oh, uh, no.” Jude replied gently. “Sorry,” he hastened to
add as Leo’s face fell in disappointment. “I’m already dating
someone,” he explained, trying to soften the rejection. He didn’t
like hurting people’s feelings.
Jude started when he felt a pair of familiar arms wind themselves
around his waist, as a strong jaw dropped to perch on his shoulder.
The look Jude gave his boyfriend was full of surprise. They
weren’t not out at school, but he knew that Connor was still a
little bit nervous about PDA.
He glanced back at Leo only to find him staring at Connor in mild
“I’m so sorry, I had no idea,” he apologised emphatically,
seeming truly contrite.
“It’s fine. You couldn’t have known,” Jude said, trying to
make Leo feel better. But the other boy’s lips simply turned down
sadly and he bid them farewell, before practically running away.
Jude frowned slightly, hoping that he was alright, and wondering
if he should go and reassure him some more. He dismissed the idea,
since Leo hadn’t appeared too torn up about it, more embarrassed than
anything. Besides, Jude’s presence would probably be more of a
hindrance than a help. Instead, he turned to face his paramour.
“Were you… jealous?” he questioned suspiciously as he
twisted around in his boyfriend’s arms.
“No,” Connor snorted.
Jude narrowed his eyes disbelievingly.
“Maybe…” Connor allowed. “What were you guys talking
about?” he asked, his eyebrows coming together as his jaw did that
thing it always did when he was worried.
“I think he was asking me out on a date,” Jude muttered, tone
uncertain. He was getting a little weirded out by the fact that
Connor didn’t seem inclined to let go of him any time soon, even
though they were in a school-yard full of people. It was just adding
to how off balance he felt right now.
Connor frowned at him.
“I told him no!” Jude elaborated defensively, wanting to cross
his arms. Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough space between them for
him to do that. So, he settled for putting his hand on Connor’s
upper-arm and squeezing it reassuringly. This had the added benefit
of enabling him to feel up his boyfriend’s impressive bicep. It was
always the right time to do that.
Connor worried at his lip, tightening his hold around Jude’s
waist. Jude had seen him get a little clingy sometimes, which he was
fine with, but he’d never seen him this possessive before.
“I still don’t like it,” Connor muttered sullenly.
“Well, now you know how I felt about Daria,” Jude retorted,
angry that Connor was angry. He was making Jude feel guilty, when he
hadn’t even done anything wrong!
“It’s not the same. I’m not into girls,” Connor replied
“So? You still made out with her. I didn’t do anything like that
with him,” Jude whisper-yelled, still conscious of the students
milling around them. But that didn’t stop him from smacking Connor on
the arm. Although he did hope none of the teachers had seen that.
Connor winced, which made Jude feel a little bad for hitting him,
but it hadn’t even been that hard, and Connor was being a jerk!
Jude glared at Connor until he looked down guiltily, his
expression clearly stating that he knew he was in the wrong.
“I’m sorry,” Connor mumbled, doing the jaw thing again. Damn,
he knew Jude had a weakness for the jaw thing!
Connor continued whispering apologies as he began to press gentle
butterfly kisses into Jude’s skin, trailing from the base of his
neck, up to his fluttering pulse, and along his jaw…
“You know, you can’t just kiss me every time I’m angry at y-”
Jude sighed in defeat against Connor’s lips and relaxed into his
arms, deciding that he might as well enjoy it while it lasted.