i've never made one of these before and im not sure how i feel about it

anonymous asked:

hello! i don't think i've requested this before (please forgive me if i have!!), but could i request a sort of "friends to lovers" au with joshua from svt? thank you so much for your time!

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  • you and joshua met at summer camp in middle school because you two were the only kids who actually read books on the bus ride to and from the camp ground
  • and literally all the other kids spent the time playing games or shouting but nope. you and joshua sat by each other, silently, reading
  • and you two,,,,,,just kinda naturally became a duo,,,,,,,like you were always partners for sporting events and helped each other during arts and crafts
  • and it was cute,,,,,,,,all the counselors thought you guys were adorable and the other kids would call you the shy couple but you and joshua,,,,like,,,,,,,you just became inseparable
  • and throughout the years you supported each other as friends until you know,,,,,,you guys started to come out of being shy and stuff and funnily enough you and joshua got into the habit of being like sorta competitive when it came to school
  • and you guys just got inside jokes about out-doing the other person,,,,but like all in good fun??? never seriously or in a mean way
  • you also gossip with each other like,,,,people see you and josh and are like woW such diligent, polite students but LOL you and him have your fair share of savageness
  • but it’s totally a bestfriend thing where you meet up to get coffee to study but in reality you spend time quizzing each other and complaining about shitty professors while also reminiscing about the past 
  • “joshua remember when you got 100 on our first chem quiz as freshmen.” 
  • “yeah, what about-”
  • “remember i got 103 because i did the extra credit (—:”
  • “,,,,,,are you really bringing that up? do i have to remind you of what else happened to us as freshmen? mainly what happened between you and that hoshi ki-”
  • “oK JOSHUA SH”
  • but as much as you’re jokingly being sarcastic with each other you truly care about each other and ,,,,,that’s why when joshua tells you he’s got extended family coming over,,,,and they’ve literally not let it go about him not being in a relationship and so,,,,,,,,if you could pleaSE just fake date him for this dinner,,,,,,,
  • you say yes,,,,because how can you say no???
  • only problem is the minute you show up the hongs are all like fiNALLY YOU Two ARE DAting,,,,,we always knew it would come to this!!!!
  • and joshua’s mom is nudging you because,,,,,,hey she’s been trying to get joshua to make a move since long before and joshua is like m OM
  • and you’re both sitting at the dinner table,,,,and yes it’s awkward but you’ve been to their house so many times that somehow??? it’s not
  • like it actually feels super,,,,,,nice and natural
  • because you know joshua and his family and even his extended family don’t seem hard to get along with at all
  • and for most of the dinner,,,,,,you forget that it’s fake
  • the smiles you and joshua share,,,,,the joking around with his parents,,,,,,,
  • it’s all something you’ve done before but ,,,, when joshua grabs your hand and brings it to his lips as a show for his family,,,,,,you can’t help but feel your heart race
  • and his lips are so warm on your skin
  • and before you know it you’re looking at joshua’s profile,,,,how pretty his eyes are,,,,,how he’s got such handsome features,,,,,, how he’s not the shy boy at camp but ,,,,,,,,, the drop dead gorgeous best friend of yours
  • who probably could date anyone,,,,,but,,,,,choose to have you by his side for this
  • and you’re like arguing with yourself because no,,,no he chose you because you’re his best friend,,,,he could trust you not to mess up in front of his family,,,,,,but then again joshua has other friends,,,,,to ask,,,,,,,,
  • and you can’t help the sinking feeling in your stomach when the dinner ends and joshua’s mom is encouraging him to walk you home
  • and you’re going along the sidewalk in silence and joshua is like “thank you for helping me tonight,,,,,,seriously they wouldn’t get off my back”
  • and you try to strain out a laugh because ahh yeah this was all a joke,,,,,,a lie,,,,,,
  • but as you get to your front door you’re like “joshua i-”
  • and he’s like “wait,,,,,,i just,,,,,,,i have a question,,,,”
  • and you’re like,,, what is it??? and he’s like “well i was thinking about how everyone was like,,,,,, talking about how they expected us to date,,,,,do you think that’s true?? that we,,,make a good couple,,,,,”
  • and joshua’s cheeks are pink,,,,eyes flicking around from you to the floor and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,oh
  • but you’re like “i mean i guess we are - we fooled everyone in your fami-”
  • but he shakes his head and he’s like “i mean,,,,,do you think we,,,,,,we could be something more?” and you’re like “,,,,,,,if i say yes will you think that’s weird?”
  • but joshua looks up and breathes a sigh of relief and he’s like no,,, not at all,,,,,,i thought i was the weird one for thinking tonight was so,,,,natural,,,,
  • and you look at him,,,,,still dressed up a bit because his mom had made him put on a tie because of formal dinner attire or whatever,,,,and the way you’ve only seen joshua flustered when he was a shy kid ,,,,, and how cute it looks on him
  • the unsure,,,,stuttery joshua,,,,,,,you’ve missed him
  • and you take a step closer to him and joshua swallows and looks down at you and you take a hold of his wrist and lean in and he closes his eyes,,,,,,,,,,
  • but you kiss his cheek and you’re like “how about we go on a real date soon,,,,,,” and joshua is like sure,,,,where??? and you shrug and you’re like “surprise me,,,,whatever you choose will be fun. im sure.” and you give him a little wave as you go inside
  • and you almost fall over yourself when the door closes because oh my god your best friend,,,,,might be your boyfriend very v e r y soon
  • and joshua is still standing frozen on the spot, hand over the spot where you kissed him because,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh my god his best friend,,,,,might be,,,,,,,the One,,,,,

anonymous asked:

So I've read all your Supercorp stuf on ao3 and if you were going to recommend other fics to read what would you recommend?

okey dokey kiddos buckle up. this list includes fics im currently subscribed to and desperately awaiting an update on and fics i have finished but loved. i did a literal rec bc i wasn’t totally sure what you wanted. if i forgot to mention you or your fic i still love you im just poorly organised pls forgive me.

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All a stage (Reader x Yondu Udonta)

A/N: I’ve been looking for a way to use this song in any of my fics. It’s suuuuuch a good cover. I am a broken human being, btw. Warning: Spoilers ahead!


Originally posted by scorpling

I don’t want your number (no)
I don’t want to give you mine and (no)
I don’t want to meet you nowhere (no)
Don’t want none of your time and
No, I don’t want no scrub

Yondu Udonta liked to see your performances when he could. It wasn’t often, but every time he did appear, you were glad. It meant he was still alive and still safe. No one knew, but every time you saw that Centurian in the crowd, your performances would be particularly phenomenal that evening.

You liked to joke and tell him that he was your lucky charm and that he should visit more often, but the both of you knew it was just a half-hearted ploy for him to see you more because anytime he was at your side, he was safe. Anytime he was away was another chance for him to be gone forever.

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Warm As Wool

Originally posted by v-writings

Prompt: 13 & 22

“You can borrow mine.”
“You’re warm.”

A/n: I’ve never tried writing for Jonathan or any Stranger Things character before so I’m open to any criticism or feedback you have!

Being good friends with the friendly neighborhood outcast was always an interesting time, even if you weren’t particularly well known in the student body either. Most of that being thanks to the fact that you spent almost all of your free time in the library, and when you weren’t there you could most likely be found at home, painting or tending to your plants.

But it wasn’t that people didn’t like you either, they just didn’t particularly know you very well, but the ones that did were incredibly fond of you. One of them being Steve Harrington. He was the closest you could call a friend among his own group, he was one of the few who didn’t constantly ask you for with history or english homework or if you knew the best possible way to grow roses for an upcoming anniversary.

That being said, Steve still wasn’t your only close friend, the other Jonathan Byers, the infamous outcast mentioned earlier. You’d had known him for over two years and in that time you two got to know and understand one another. He preferred to observe people from angle that was less warped by personal perspective, thus why he was constantly taking pictures, they only showed the truth about people.

And your reasons were a little less poetic. You just would rather spend your time with your books and plants as opposed to the usual pleasantries that was expected of the average teenager. The two of you had a mutual understanding of one another, and thus a friendship was formed.

Though as time passed, the lines  began to blur between companionship and deeper affection for Jonathan, though it wasn’t really a surprise for him. He’d never had someone in his life who understood him so well, apart from his brother but even then there were some things that made it seem you were the only one whom he could talk to of.

However, his shy and more reserved nature made it more of a problem to confront his feelings for you, so he instead preferred to admire from afar and keep it to himself until he had more confirmation about how you felt him.

And while he knew he was more obvious in his fondness for you, as his mother so kindly pointed out one day after you had left his house one day when you had come over as always until your parents would return from work.

“So have you told her yet?” Joyce asked him as she leaned against the kitchen counter.

Jonathan looked from the small pile of polaroids that he had in front of him. “I don’t know what you mean?”

Joyce held back the laugh and strolled over to the dining table and plucking one of the photos from it’s spot before Jonathan could move it away from her. She flipped it over and with a triumphant smiled she showed the photo to him, a candid of you pouring over a History textbook while your reading glasses slowly descended down the bridge of your nose.

“Are you sure about that?” Joyce mused.

Jonathan quickly felt the heat crawl up the back of his neck and it slowly made it’s way to his cheeks as he quickly took the photo from his mother and hiding it away from her. “It was a nice angle.” He mumbled quietly.

Enjoying the newfound embarrassment she was bringing to him. Joyce’s eyes swept across the other photo’s he was trying to hide with his arms. “Really? Is that why you took six of them?” She said with a profound amount of amusement in her tone, only meaning to tease him.

“Please don’t say anything?” He asked helplessly.

Joyce shook her head and crossed her heart. “Not a word.”


“Oh damn.” You said as you scavenged through your bag for your scarf, letting out an annoyed sigh once you realized it wasn’t there. “So much for that.”

“Here.” Jonathan said, taking off his own jacket and placing it on you. “You can borrow mine, I’m not that cold anyways.”

You laughed after he put it on. “No kidding, this is like an oven here.” You said looking over at him with a grin. “You know you’re pretty warm.”

Jonathan smiled and looked down at the gravel. “Yeah, Will tells me the same thing every time I let him wear it too.”

“How is he anyways? Still holding up fine?” You asked him curiously. You had only met Will a few times, anytime you were over at the Byers he was at the Wheeler’s. And during the whole ordeal whenever he was missing you were out of town, and you only received minimal details of what had happened. That being said you were extremely fond of the kid and he looked up to you because of your mutual love for science and art.

Jonathan looked sideways for a second, seeing the genuine look on your face made him feel all warm in his chest. “He’s doing fine, thanks.” He told you, looking up at meeting your eyes for a second before he looked shyly back at the ground. “You know I’ve been meaning to-”


Steve’s voice came calling from the front of the school doors and both you and Jonathan turned to find him coming out of the library doors and jogging up to where you were.

He pulled a bundle of bright red fabric from behind his back and shot you a wide smile. “You almost forgot this.” He said, handing it out for you.

“Oh thank you! I was just gonna get it from the lost and found tomorrow.” You told him, wrapping the scarf around your hands.

Steve shot you a wink and saluted. “Not a problem, I’m always here to help a damsel in distress.”

The two of you shared a laugh before you waved him off, turning to find Jonathan looking pointedly at the ground. “I didn’t know you were with Steve.”

You sighed, knowing the history the two of them had. “He wanted a little extra help with the English assignment and I offered him some help.”


You played with the ends of your scarf for a few seconds before walking up to him and wrapping it around his neck. “Don’t be cross with me, he’s just a friend.”

Jonathan’s eyes fixated themselves on the sudden color around his neck and he smiled. “I’m not mad.” He assured.

“Good! Now come on, I wanna go say hello to your mom.”

“Fine, I’m keeping the scarf though, I think the color suits me better.”

“Only if I can keep the jacket.”


anonymous asked:

Hihi, glow in the dark stars anon here, once again ^^. I've noticed you wanted requests so I'm gonna send you one! How about an MC who is very innocent and sweet but as soon as their older brother comes into town, they become a fowl-mouthed memer and is constantly making jokes, and how would the RFA + V + Saeran react to such events. Sorry if it doesn't make sense;; (by the way how was your day? Oh, and keep up the good work my dude !!) <333

hey stars anon!(that’s your nickname now bc i love ya~)  my dude, you are like, my favorite anon?? you come up with great ideas wowie wow!! this is me but with my pals..im an only child;;

my day - well yesterday - was good. busy, but good! i’m finally getting over this weird cold. how was yours? ^^ and thank you, again! (/◔ ◡ ◔)/


  • mc told him their brother was coming to town all excitedly and that they wanted zen to meet him. he agreed. family is important to him! ..yes im still salty about his family¬_¬
  • also this is like, the first time he’s gonna meet mc’s family its time to Impress
  • so they go, and zen really doesn’t know what he’s expecting besides hoping their family likes him 
  • their parents were kind of how he thought - nice and sweet, asking him questions
  • and then their brother came 
  • “mc!” their brother called. he was answered with a hug from them aw sweet not for long, zenny
  • “hey you nerd!” mc started, and then it pretty much went from there 
  • zen wasn’t really surprised at all the inside jokes they had, but there was? so many?? he had never seen mc make this many jokes
  • also did mc just say ‘fuck’? he was pretty sure he never heard them say ‘damn’ and now they upgraded to all this??
  • oh well, their brother liked him 
  • when they left, he got kind of pouty 
  • babeeee do you feel uncomfortable around me?” “what do you mean?”
  • “you don’t curse and joke that much with me, and you can, you know!” 
  • he just wants to have as many inside jokes   


  • they were meeting up with mc’s brother for lunch!
  • he wasn’t going to be in town long, but mc was still so excited
  • yoosung thought they looked so cute all excited and now he is too
  • they got to the restaurant first and waited 
  • mc’s brother found them at the table and shook yoosung’s hand before hugging mc
  • “well now you have to tell me everything about your boyfriend, my dear sibling. and if i have to send him back to hell.”
  • *cue a slightly scared yoosung*
  • “i’ll tell you he’s better than that shithead you dated last year.” 
  • *cue a surprised yoosung now*
  • who are you and what have you done to my mc?
  • things continued this way, and they even started laughing at memes together
  • they made one of their brother’s old girlfriend…ok that one was funny
  • after lunch, yoosung kind of observes them for a while 
  • they stumble while walking once and mutter, “oh dang-”
  • mc when your brother accidentally kicked you under the table, you said something much worse 
  • oh well, he’s happy he got to see a new side of mc


  • their brother dropped by the cafe right after they closed, but of course they let him in
  • jaehee made him a cup and he said it was the best coffee he’s tasted
  • “is your tea this hot too?” he asked
  • she was about to answer seriously, but mc knew better 
  • “it sure as hell is, and i have so many stories to tell you”
  • jaehee’s like: …how did we get from tea to stories
  • and then mc starts telling him about all the shit i apparently put the cafe through stories of customers and stuff
  • it was the same stories mc and her told everyone, but mc added more emphasis and..curse words in this retelling
  • if jaehee could become her question mark emoji, she would right then
  • at one point, mc told her to come sit with them 
  • so she did, sitting next to mc
  • “there’s one last thing I haven’t told you, dear brother.” they say 
  • but before they continue, they kiss jaehee’s cheek. “meet my girlfriend”
  • on the inside, jaehee was yelling because girlfriend!! but also cause she thought he knew– 
  • their brother paused for a minute before whispering, “et tu, brute?” 
  • and that’s how mc and jaehee found out their brother is also gay wow 


  • he invited their brother to the penthouse
  • he brought out the fancy wine, elizabeth was on her best behavior, things were good
  • and mc’s brother was nice and seemed to like him 
  • so all in all, the evening went well
  • except that jumin spent almost half of the evening being confused
  • because first off, when did mc get such a foul mouth what the he ck 
  • and second, what is a ‘meme’? 
  • “woah, wait. your boyfriend doesn’t know what a meme is, mc? hm…i dunno if i like him”
  • “calm your tits, brother. memes aren’t everything.” are u sure, mc?
  •  jumin is lowkey like ‘how can he calm his tits wtf’
  • anyways, mc’s brother assures that he was kidding and that he actually really likes jumin
  • who’s the real winner now
  • when their brother left, mc went back to being the innocent mc he knew
  • “…my love?” “yes, jumin?” “what just happened?”
  • he’ll get used to it

707 / luciel / saeyoung

  • when they told him their brother was in town, he yelled for a little bit
  • how is this dork gonna impress mc’s family?
  • decides he needs to clean the bunker 
  • amazingly, he does it without vanderwood’s help a miracle
  • almost puts on a suit, but mc stops him
  • when their brother came over, mc’s attitude completely changes
  • and saeyoung just observes them for a while and realizes what he has to do
  • it’s literally just channel the 707 attitude. which he is an expert in doing
  • and now…let the memes begin
  • oh, mc’s brother likes this guy
  • it goes better than expected. they’re practically best friends now 
  • the only thing is, saeyoung doesn’t curse that much
  • so after their brother leaves, he’s like “mc, i didn’t know you had such a potty mouth!” 
  • watch them feign innocence for a bit
  • it doesn’t work, but everyone’s still happy

v / jihyun

  • came over to mc’s apartment to find their brother with them
  • it was a surprise
  • “oh, nice to meet you!”. they all sit and chat
  • v could’ve sworn he heard mc threaten their brother not to make any blind jokes
  • something along the lines of  “make one blind joke and so help me, i will fucking murder you”
  • v feels like he should be scared
  • there are no blind jokes, but there are a lot of memes
  • which he also doesn’t understand that well, but he catches on faster than jumin
  • “mc, I need to teach your boyfriend the art of memes.” 
  • ooh now v is really scared
  • but it goes better than he expected
  • his favorite ones are now the bee movie memes and ‘bees?’
  • he tried it once with the whole rfa around, like jumin asked when the next party date was and he just looked at him and went: “bees?”
  • mc was so proud. jumin felt betrayed. saeyoung lost his shit.
  • they got that on video and when they showed their brother: “mc, marry this man right now”


  • they met at mc’s work
  • saeran was picking them up and they ran into mc’s brother
  • “oh! i didn’t know you were back in town!” “yeah. surprise!!”
  • saeran is like lowkey scared at first
  • but then the Truth Is Revealed
  • and now he almost hates himself
  • why is he always stuck with the memers
  • even mc got pulled into this, his one saving grace
  • though he found it kinda hot when they cursed, he just wanted to kiss them
  • heyy bringing back my saeran is ace headcanon haha no smut for you
  • anyways, though saeran doesn’t like memes, he understands them and can joke with mc’s brother
  • mc’s brother likes him
  • when he leaves, saeran is so glad they’re back to the mc he knows more
  • except like, hey, maybe curse more
  • they end up doing so when they figure out they get more kisses that way

anonymous asked:

So right now, I'm almost all the way sure that I'm a Transgender man. But I've been worried that my feelings aren't valid and that I'll never be masculine enough to be trans. What if im not trans? Are these feelings normal?

Being masculine and being male are two completely different concepts. The idea that you have to be masculine to be a man, or that being masculine/liking masculinity means you are a man, is a large misunderstanding that comes from the conflation of gender and gender roles. Your gender is an internal sense of who you are whereas gender roles are about societal expectations. Gender roles dictate what activities/behaviors/appearances are considered socially acceptable for people of that gender and they can be extremely different depending on the culture you’re in. For example, the gender roles of one culture might say all men must have long hair while the gender roles of another culture might say long hair is feminine and only acceptable for women. Does that make someone a man in one culture and a woman in another? No, because gender roles are completely arbitrary and whether or not you follow them has absolutely no impact on your gender itself. A woman, trans or cis, can be masculine or feminine and that doesn’t change the fact that they’re a woman. A man, trans or cis, can be masculine or feminine and that doesn’t change the fact that they’re a man. Gender is a deeply personal understanding of yourself and you can’t base how you identify off of the validation of others that you are or aren’t meeting made up concepts of how a person of a certain gender “should” be.

Transitioning isn’t something that should be taken lightly. It’s a decision that requires deep exploration and questioning yourself in that process is vital. Having doubts or fears is incredibly normal, I’ve felt that way before every milestone in my transition (medical, social, and legal), and I’d encourage you to sit with those thoughts. Our first instinct might be to push away any doubts or hesitation but I see those feelings as opportunities to internally check yourself and ensure you’re making the right decision. Use them as motivation and recognize that even if you come to the conclusion that transitioning is right for you the fears might still be there. Allow yourself to be uncomfortable, don’t push away the thoughts, sit with them and see where they take you. See what questions come up and what responses are there. Question what you feel, why you feel that way, what the source of those feelings might be, in what way transitioning would effect those feelings, how transitioning would effect your overall life. Think about it in both the short and long term. Question what your fears and hesitations are and where they stem from. Seriously ask yourself “what if this ends up being wrong for me” and consider what you would do if that happened. It’s not unheard of - people detransition more often than you might think. It’s helpful if you can do this work with a therapist, one that will actually participate in and encourage the exploration and not just validate everything you say, but you can also do it by yourself.

There are times when validation is an appropriate response but, contrary to what I constantly see online and in person, it’s not the be all end all of answers. Over the last few years I’ve come to deeply despise the overuse of validation within these groups/spaces because it’s often used (intentionally or not) to dissuade people from going through that questioning process or considering alternatives. It also does a disservice to those who are seeking guidance and comes across in a dismissive way. I can’t count the number of times I’ve seen trans-related blogs receive messages from people seriously questioning if they’re trans and looking for a sense of direction and the only response they get is, “You are valid! If you think you’re x then you’re x. Cis people don’t question their gender” as if it’s impossible for people to mistake internalized misogyny, internalized homophobia, the impact of sexism, dissociation, trauma responses, not conforming to gender roles, etc. for being trans. The very idea of that is treated as a giant taboo and contributes to the demonization of people who detransition. In reality not everyone who questions their gender is trans, transitioning is not right for everyone, and understanding that is vital to your own exploration and finding the right path for yourself. I don’t know if transitioning is right for you and neither does anyone else - the only person who can answer that question is you.

How about the boys, Kaede, and Toujou with an extremely self-loathing, anxious s/o?

Mod Saihara currently has lost her voice (Sorta) and is Mc suffering so time to get these asks done b o i 

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Lego Trash Rambles

listen, I really like the idea that lego joker and harley are platonic gay bffs. but I also headcanon that when they first met in this universe, joker had a mega huge super crush on her. he was all smitten and blown away by this cute smart af arkham psychiatrist, staying put longer than ever just so he could figure out how to get himself a session with her.

finally, he does.

they actually have a great meeting, full of their usual chemistry, and literally he just opens up to her without another thought. no tricks, no malice, no head games, just honesty. and she’s all like ‘whoa everyone always told me joker was like the bad guy, and maybe this is all a clever ruse, but…. something tells me…. it’s not??’ so they develop this deep patient-doctor relationship and keep bonding, but eventually he does break out again. 
of course, he gets into deep trouble, not even batman-related, and she hears word of it. not that she’s been keeping special tabs on him or anything, how unprofessional would that be? ahahaa ironically, she has been getting more and more interested in this idea of moonlighting as a super criminal to better understand her patients, so why not tonight? hasty decision made, she rushes to the joker’s aid as harley quinn for the first time, kicks some butt, and then helps an injured mr j back to his hideout where he’s just shook like ‘fuckin calm down heart, you can’t afford an attack right now’. once he’s healing, they hang out all night and talk some more, maybe play some video games, and suspend all their usual titles for the first time in a long time, really just connecting. j asks finally why she even came out tonight, all dolled up in crime, and she tells him her reasons, sort of embarrassed with how it all sounds out loud.

“it’s pretty stupid of me, huh? I mean, I could’ve easily died…”

“no no harl! not stupid…. risky, sure… but you said you did it…. //// for me?”

“uh well not… I mean… yes, I heard you were in trouble… and so that was to save you… or help you… or… uh….”

“no one’s…. ever come to my rescue before…”

she meets his honest confession with a pure sunshine smile and that’s when he knows, hoo boy, mr j you did actually die tonight. alert gotham, alert batman, the clown is finally slain.

he doesn’t return to arkham that time, but she continues to moonlight as harley quinn, usually with him, or to assist him, because he does know what he’s doing and can offer her the most guidance and protection as a novice. plus, friendship. after a while, it’s clear to her that her talents lie more in this world than a clinical one, and she finally converts full time to joker’s no. 2.  
not too long after making the switch, mr j, ecstatic and overwhelmed with her moving in, ramps up his flirtations full force. harley is at first amused, not sure whether he’s serious or it’s just him being him. eventually though, he legit makes a move, and she finds herself reciprocating. they become friends with benefits for a long time, and don’t necessarily deny the boyfriend/girlfriend title, but aren’t really set in it either.  
however, once harley’s interactions with ivy become much more intimate than just the occasional run in or gal pal hangout, it’s clear to her that she’s really better as bffs with joker than as lovers, and it tears her up for a long while trying to figure out how to tell him. she also knew he’s had it really bad for bats this whole time, and has never blamed him, but feels maybe that is worth pursuing more? eventually she sits him down and has a talk, the most terrified she’s ever been in her life. joker can see how freaked out she is about hurting him and that actually makes everything a lot easier to take, because they’re still so important to each other regardless of romance. he’s like “harl, no, don’t cry it’s ok monkey-face, we can just be platonic if you want? like I won’t lie, I’ll miss kissing that mug, but I don’t want you to feel bad about things for me. im still your boo-boo.”
and she just crumbles in his hug.
literally me too, we don’t deserve gay lego joker you guys

happily, the switch back was really easy for them to make, and sure, they lapse and will still share the occasional kiss or ass slap, because, come on. look at them. but really, it was such a good decision for them both that nothing was really ever awkward. to this day, they’re still the gayest of friends, and the best dynamic duo in crime.

and that’s the story of how my weak heart just wants joker to be really good and respectful to harley, his one and only psycho circus princess.

anonymous asked:

i know you don't really care... but im writing a story about a villain, and he's desperately in love with the hero, would do anything just to get his attention, but I have no idea how to start it off... if you could help... idk man that would be amazing i've never had someone answer my asks before... thanks though

First of all, of course I care. I always care. I made this blog to help people. There is never an ask that I will turn away. The only reason I wouldn’t help someone is if I found their ask offensive in some way. If you ever need help, if you ever need any kind of advice, please, please feel free to contact me. I will never judge you, I will never turn you away, and I will never not care. I always care, and I will always help. 

Now, on another note, you have peaked my interested. I am a sucker for Hero/Villain dynamics. It’s absolutely one of my favorites. 

First of all, Always give your villain a good reason for being in love with the hero.Did they fall in love before or after they became a villain? Was it love at first sight? Or did something happen to change their feelings? I highly suggest with dynamics like this, you choose the latter. When a villain is in love with the hero, its best to give them a good, strong reason. One way you could start your story is that action that changed the villains mind. For example:Saving them, whether they are in their civilian or villain mode is up to you. Or perhaps having the Hero stand up for the villain. After all, no one knows a villain better then their opposing hero. 

Second. Be sure to know both of your characters emotions very well. Now if you are writing from the Hero’s point of view, its up to you to show how quickly they notice a change in the villains ways, and how they deal with these changes. If its from the villains point of view, its usually best to give them a slow decent into love. Remember, people usually become the villain for a good reason. Its rare that someone become the bad guy just for the heck of it. Let them discover their feelings slowly, give them time to deal with their new views and emotions. This the kind of dynamic you don’t want to rush into.

Everything really depends on the individual personalities of the characters. I have a couple prompts with a Villain/Hero dynamic that will be coming out with in the next couple days, if you want to wait and check those out, they may help you as well. Like I said, this is one of my favorite dynamics, so if you wish to discuss this more, dont be afraid to shoot me a message! and of course, if you have any other questions, or if something isn’t clear, feel free to contact me. I hope this helps, and I wish you luck! 

howinthehelldidigethere  asked:

Hi. I've seen your work and your absolutely amazing. And well I'm not really sure how to ask this but, where would you suggest getting started..? I've been drawing all my life and now I'm trying to get into animation and I've researched and even tried jumping headfirst into animating but I don't really have any direction. How did you first start out..?

Hi there! Thank you so much for the kind words. Sorry for the very late reply, I have been very busy with work lately - but I’ve always been dying to answer this ask for a while now.
Like you, I didn’t really have a direction when I first started animation. Growing up, the study of animation was never a popular field with my south east Asian friends  - so there was no real access to any professional animation desk and tool there. I’ve experimented with Flash a lot, making stick figure fight scenes, little skits and animatics, and just mere tests. I’ve always surfed around online communities with people who also shared a similar interest in animation. I think that helped a lot, and it gave me a more niche focus on the medium itself. So from my education and career so far, here’s what I can advice how non animators can get into animation.

1. Get a software or equipment to animate with.
When I started animation, I’d say it was with Flash. Flash for me was accessible, and it could do the things I needed it to do. It wasn’t until later on, I studied traditional animation and focused more on a classical training. However - if you just want to just start animating and experiment with the medium, I’d say get a software first. Experiment with timing, sequential drawing, poses, just get the hang of the medium itself. Flash (now called Animate CC) is a popular choice within the internet, but you can also animate in TVPaint, Photoshop and Toonboom. I have been trying out the open source software that Ghibli and Dwango released for free (its called OpenToonz, I’ll def make a video for that someday), and for it’s value; it can be a pretty good animation software! I’d say just try it out digitally with a drawing tablet, and see if its something you still want to pursue - then I’d recommend studying it traditionally! The reason I say this is because that one requires a lot more patience and discipline, so I’d recommend people to try it without investing too much on it before you are really interested.
You can practice animation basics like the bouncing ball, the squash and stretch, arcs - just to get that feeling of animation in general. 

2. Get the Animator’s Survival Kit by Richard Williams
I don’t usually recommend books because the goals of one book can be different from the ones that are reading it. However, Williams’ Animator’s Survival Kit is basically that - a Survival Kit. It’s my go to book when I need help on timing tips, spacing, walk cycles - there’s a lot of basic yet useful information in that book for both beginners and adept animators. I still use it time to time. The great thing about that book is that it breaks down the mechanics of why good animation works - and shows how you can achieve the same thing. There’s a lot of great things you can refer to from that book when animating. 

3. Study scenes from animation you like!

You can like the sakuga style of animation, the disney old school, the experimental, the don bluthy, the looney tunes, study the ones that inspire you. Things like basics and mechanics can be taught - but studying animated scenes you like will help you think more about placing your drawings. You can study them by redrawing the keys, watching it frame by frame, and breaking it down analytically. 

4. Join online communities!
This helped me a lot when I was still trying to find an interest to study after high school. The animation community online is so big - theres a lot of access to community help! Yotta Studios has recently set up online animation forum - and everyone there so far has been pretty swell to deal with. A lot of talented folks there too! You can post your work in places like those - tell them your goals and what you are trying to achieve - and im sure you’ll get some great feedback. The 11second club is an online monthly challenge where artists can animate to a line of dialogue (usually 11 secs long) and submit it for that month. There’s a forum there too - but I haven’t used it in such a long time.

5. Get a hold of animators you admire
This one is tricky because the folks you may admire might just as well be very busy. However, if you get a hold of someone you respect and ask them for their guidance, they can steer you in a direction that can help you grow. From my experience, I was told from my mentors that my work was too “all over the place” - so they adviced me to keep things more subtle, controlled, and less frantic. One of my mentors told me to think more about giving life than thinking too hard about the overall performance - and wisdom like that from a veteran animator can help a lot. Although some may never respond - it never hurts to ask!

6. Start getting the hang of drawing fast and loose
I’m not sure what one’s drawing background may be - but animation (especially hand drawn) requires a more gestural mind set. You’ll be drawing a lot more in quanitity than illustrating a fine detailed piece - and you’ll also need to draw bolder/graphic statements. Things like tying down and fine tuning a drawing can come later - but for hand drawn animation - they usually look for the performance in the acting, the timing, and how pushed the poses are.

I hope this helps! I find it hard to give advice for non animators because I have to think a bit more vaguely, but those are the top ones I can think of at the moment. I might have made it sound intimidating because it is in a way, a lot of work - but it is a fun medium to work with,


and the world is born anew.

A/N: So basically I was writing a whole thing about this headcanon (started it shortly before i even posted the headcanon) but then @sasusake also had to grow inspired and write her own little thing about it and it was so PERFECT that I couldn’t write that part over. I wanted to just write my own little thing to relate to her own. AND HERE WE ARE. So the first scene is entirely me, but that second one is entirely @sasusake. :’) HAPPY HOLIDAYs GUYS.

Rated K.



It wasn’t something he ever thought he would care about.

New Years. The time of cheer and celebration, of well-wishes and new starts, where families long grown apart came together to love and cherish one another in the spirit of a new beginning.

A time that did not belong to a teenage, orphaned boy brimming with rage, consumed by the darkness of his past and set out on the path of revenge.

Sasuke had never cared about the holidays. Even when Team Seven had made themselves a second family, for the brief moment he’d allowed them to be, the time of New Years had never quite brought him any meaning. They’d only reminded him of a past he could never have again, one that always had his throat tightening up: his mother’s gentle smile flashing through Sakura’s soft, sun-bright grin as she handed him his end-of-year present, Itachi’s kind chuckle resonating within Naruto’s bright laughter as he stuck their homemade shimekazari to the entrance of their sensei’s household, the touch of his father’s hand fused with Kakashi’s as he ruffled his hair while they watched the first sunrise of a new period.

This was the first year since the massacre of his clan where the season had ever brought him a sense of peace.

Oof,” Sakura exclaimed, as she moved to sit at his side. Her hand cupped the positively gorgeous swell of her belly, and she smiled, rubbing softly. “She sure is getting heavier to carry these days,” she said, throwing him a teasing glance.

The sight of those crinkling eyes almost had him smiling, too. The pregnancy really made her glow, today, he couldn’t help but to think. His wife was so beautiful like this.

“You all right?” he asked, shifting his lone hand over her own to cradle the weight of their child. He felt his eyes soften as his wife giggled and leaned against his bad shoulder, the prettiest grin to her lips.

“Oh, I’m perfect. Everything’s absolutely perfect.”

His mouth tugged at the corner a little, thumb caressing the skin of her hand. Chest warm, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to her hair. “Hm. Good,” he murmured, contented with himself.

(this was the life he never imagined he could have, filled with so much bliss and hope and love—something that seemed so unattainable, once.)

Thin fingers reached to intertwine with his own, still pressing lovingly to her rounded stomach, and he sighed, long and quiet. His eyes slipped closed with the serenity of the moment.

“It’s almost midnight,” Sakura murmured, then, her smile transparent in her voice. He let his eyes flutter open once more just to see it. “The fireworks will start soon, won’t they? Maybe we should start heading out there.”

Humming, Sasuke merely nodded, before letting his gaze fall to her ankles, observing how puffy they were. “Can you walk there by yourself?” he asked, honest in his query. After all, they had walked quite the distance today.

His wife, however, seemed quite surprised instead, brows shooting up high. Then, as she noticed where his eyes were set, she burst into laughter. “I’m fine, I swear! Anata, if you worry about me now, I wonder how intolerable you’ll be when we’ll be trying to last for the first sunrise.”

Sasuke made a small huff in response, lips quirking lightly again, before moving his hand swiftly to tap two fingers to her forehead. “Just trying to make sure my wife is comfortable, that’s all,” he said, his tone bordering on playful.

Sakura only smiled wider at that, green eyes gleaming so devotedly at him. It made his heart skip a beat, sometimes, when he saw how deeply this woman really loved him.

(—and how happy he made her.)

“Come on,” he mumbled, letting his fingers fall away softly. Pushing himself to his feet, he turned to face her once more, and extended a hand. “Let’s get going.”

Shaking her head at him, his wife simply grinned and accepted his offered help, allowing him pull her safely to her feet as she cupped the swell of her stomach and patted it gently, breathing out another soft exclamation at the weight. Sasuke found himself smiling faintly at the sight, reaching for the thick blanket he’d kept near the makeshift bench for precisely this moment, throwing it over his bad shoulder as he touched his hand to Sakura’s back and started their trek towards the sloped hill overlooking the small village.

“Hey, Sasuke-kun,” his wife called as they finally settled on the grass, wrapped in a wholesome warmth and watching the town scintillating with life.


“When the fireworks are done,” she started, smiling softly—but never looking away from the gleaming lights, “we’ll be heading out to that temple we saw coming in, right? To offer our prayers and wishes for the new year?”

His features softened. He moved to press his lips to her hair lingeringly. “If you’re not too tired…” he murmured.

She turned at him then, and smiled near blindingly, her green, green eyes a thousand times more lovely than the twinkling view below them.

(gods, he hoped their child would end up with eyes as beautiful as hers.)

“Of course I’m not too tired. We took a nap this afternoon just to keep up with the tradition like everyone else, remember?”

“Right,” he said, smiling faintly once more. “We’ll head there after the fireworks, then.”

As if on cue, the sound of one taking off tore through the air, capturing their attentions; with wonderment, their gazes shifted towards the dark sky, catching the path of a shimmering trail, before it disappeared for a split moment and exploded in glittery embers, making Sakura gasp. She leaned against him in her delight, one hand drifting lovingly over her pregnant belly, while the other sought out his own. Sasuke couldn’t help but to sigh at this, lacing their fingers together as the show of colorful sparkling bursts continued, commemorating the start of something new.



The sunrise slowly greets them, in beautiful shades of orange and pink that spill across the sky, awakening the world to a new year. What residual warmth it lends to the chilly air reminds Sasuke that, in just a few months, he’ll get to feel the breath of his child for the first time. This year, his clan will begin anew. He wonders, fondly, if the child’s hair will be as pink as its mother’s; as pink as the light that breaks through the scattered white clouds; as pink as the lips smiling sweetly at him.

“What are you thinking about, Sasuke-kun?”

He looks down at her belly, visible just beneath her cloak, and imagines their child to be warm and safe – and happy? He hopes so. Sakura makes him feel happy, and warm, and safe.

(She keeps him safe from his demons. Safe from himself.)

“I’m grateful,” he says. He rests his hand on her belly and watches her eyes wrinkle with joy and her cheeks blossom. She glows – more than the rising sun, more than the bursting sky, she glows with life – and he counts his blessings one by one; the image forever branded into his memory.

“Hmm… You’re taking a picture.” Sakura holds one hand up to his face, runs it across his chin. Her thumb traces the edge of his lips just as he leans in for a kiss, two smiles becoming one. Their child flutters against his palm; flutters inside his chest, inside his very soul, this product of their love and ode to his salvation.

He promises, before the sun and the mountains and the temples, before the sky and the trees and the clouds; he promises he’ll always protect them, and cherish the feelings connected in their hearts.

based on all of @exadorlion‘s jam fam stuff, featuring patsy jefferson

EDIT: if you have somehow stumbled onto this, there’s an edited and extended version of this fic here: link

What you remember of your mother can fit inside a child’s toy chest. Fragments, mostly, that don’t fit together no matter how much you try. There’s this: a duet, your father on his violin, your mother on the piano, and you, cheerfully warbling on in the background. You tuck it away in the back of your mind for emergencies.

This, too: your mother holding your sister in her arms, her eyes filling up with tears, your father standing proudly at the side as if - ha - as if he’d done any actual work.

There’s days where you do nothing more than sift through the contents of that chest, revisiting those moments that, at the time, you thought would last forever, even as you’re meant to be studying or doing homework or practicing for your next concert.

You know that your siblings hate him, righteously, but whenever you try, it’s matched with a memory of your father craddling baby Jane in his arms and making silly faces at her to make her laugh.

And then - and then there’s him.

“This is, uh, this is my boyfriend,” your father says. “Alexander Hamilton.”

You can’t help but feel a stab of betrayal. Didn’t you promise? (is what you want to ask) What about Mom?

But then Hamilton worms his way into Lucy’s room in the midst of one of her fits and makes her laugh so hard she starts crying and teaches Mary proper self-defense methods, and -

And stretches, once, laughing, placing his hands on the piano, and plays a duet with you. His posture is all wrong, he plays the wrong notes, you have to slow down for his sake, but it’s perfect and you almost break down in tears at the end.

“I love him, Patsy,” your father says. “And I know you must feel like I’m replacing Martha - like I’m replacing your mother, but he just - he makes me happy.”

You squash down the immediate resentment stemming from him even presuming he understands you and instead nod, because, at the very least, you understand him.

Or you think you do.

“This is not how we’re doing this,” Hamilton says, throwing down the stack of papers angrily on the desk.

“It is,” your father replies.

“And who died and made you king?”

“Alex, this’ll work. Just listen to me!”

“I will when you start listening to me!”

“Objectively, all your ideas suck, okay. I actually know what I’m talking about!”

There’s a new argument every week, ranging from the most mundane things like your father’s inane insistence on macaroni and cheese everyday to Important Things, like What to Do About Lucy, which you think really isn’t any of their business anyway.

When your mother died, your father buried himself away and forgot to look above ground, where you and your siblings stood, waiting for him to reemerge. Eventually, you stopped waiting.

It turns out, apparently, you didn’t have to wait in the first place. All you needed was a man who your father falls endearingly in love for to pull him up.

You catch, one day, your father standing in the middle of the living room, leaning down to capture Hamilton’s lips in a kiss.

It should feel wrong, perverse, because that is not your mother and Hamilton is only the strange man who your father brought one day and expected you all to get along with, but you only turn and pad away. You think you’ll go start on dinner.

just--a-pervert-guy  asked:

and to finish i've read the suicidal!mc and now im dead inside, but now i want some angst with a happy end! how about a mc who got into a car crash end now they are in coma for 6 month, and now the doctor ask the rfa+v+unknown if they want to turn of the machine, they refuse(i hope, i think... well if you are felling murderous today and want to kill my happy end... please dont :/) and one month later the mc awaken and happy reunion and happy end, please gender neutral mc please :D,

<ahhh yes, i’m not feeling murderous today, and i think that it would be great to have some angst with a positive ending!! this sounds very nice to do tonight, thank you darling (i call everyone either darling or hun, btw) for the request!!>


  • he was sitting in class when he got a call from an unknown number
  • he thought about just ignoring it, but he had a gut feeling that he needed to answer it
  • “Excuse me, Professor, this is an important call, do you mind if I take it quickly?”
  • he was excused, he answered the phone and raised it to his ear
  • “Hello?”
  • “Yes, is this Yoosung Kim, MC’s s/o?” 
  • “Uhh, yes. Who’s calling please?”
  • the person on the other end explained that they were the emergency room of a hospital close to his class, they told him that you had gotten hit by another driver; you had a green light, they had a red light, you went forward, they were texting, and they didn’t stop, colliding into you
  • he dropped his phone to the ground, before shakily picking it back up 
  • “Yes…I-I’ll be on my way as soon as possible. Please do anything-anything, to save them.”
  • he sprinted back into the classroom, grabbing his stuff before running out without any explanation
  • he went as quickly as he could, once the bus wasn’t going fast enough he though about getting off and sprinting to the hospital but he knew once he got there you’d still be there
  • running in, he slammed his hands on the desk asking for your room
  • the lady at the front desk gave it to him before he ran off again to find your room, and once he did a doctor stopped him outside
  • “Doc, how is MC doing?”
  • “Mr. Kim, don’t be too upset or beat yourself up but they’re in a coma, we don’t know when they’ll be out of it either.” 
  • at that moment he could feel his body wanting to drop to the floor, but he knew he couldn’t
  • he spent every single day with you, he never left the hospital unless one of the members convinced him to go home and take a shower
  • it had been 6 months, and the doctors tried to convince him to turn off your machine
  • “Sir, I think it would be good to just let MC-”
  • “No. I know MC, I know MC better than anyone. They’ll pull through it. Don’t ever turn off that machine.”
  • well, 1 month later he was right, you pulled through
  • “Y-Yoosung? Where are we?”
  • he engulfed you into a bear hug, nearly crushing you
  • he sat down and explained everything that had happened, you were out for 6 months cause of some stupid texting driver who made it out of the crash perfectly fine btw
  • “Yoosung, I’m so sorry I should’v-”
  • “Shh..MC all that matters right now is that you’re with me. I was convinced for a while I’d loose you.”
  • he always stayed by you for the rest of your lives whenever he could, he didn’t want to come close to loosing you like that ever again.

Jaehee Kang:

  • it was a normal day at work for her, she was about to have her lunch break so she was waiting for you to come in with coffee for the two of you
  • it was odd that you were running late, but she brushed it off
  • eh..it’s probably traffic.
  • yeah. really bad traffic
  • her phone rang, she recognized it to be the local hospital so she picked up right away
  • “Hello?” 
  • “Yes, this is Jaehee Kang correct?” 
  • “Yes, is everything alright?”
  • “We’ve got an MC in here, their first primary contact to call in emergencies was listed as you…”
  • “Is everything alright?”
  • the person on the other end explained that you had gotten stuck in an intersection, and as it was clear for you to cross two cars instantly came out of now where and sandwiched you in-between them.
  • she hung up instantly, gathered her things and ran out of the building
  • “Assistant Kang, where are you-”
  • Jumin decided it wouldn’t be good for Jaehee to drive herself, cause if she gets into an accident who’s his assistant going to be??, so he got one if his drivers to take her to the ER
  • she ran in, quickly finding her way to you in a formal matter instead of a rushing mess
  • the door to your room was closed, so she found herself pacing outside the room until a doctor and nurse finally emerged
  • “Ms. Kang, I’m so sorry to tell you this but MC may not make it, they got hit so hard that they’re in a coma, and we’re pretty sure that they won’t make it.” 
  • Jaehee’s heart was crushed, all she could manage to do was nod her head before rushing to be by your side
  • 6 months. She stayed in the hospital for 6 months straight, never leaving at all, even when the RFA tried to pull her away.
  • today, Zen was with her, trying to get her to go home and get changed
  • “Please, Jaehee, MC wouldn’t want you to do this to yourself.”
  • “Oh well, I’m alright, I’m not leaving until MC is awake. They’ll wake up I know it.”
  • then a nurse walked into the room, interrupting Jaehee and Zen
  • “Excuse me, Ms. Kang, I believe uit’s about time to turn off the machine. MC isn’t showing any signs of waking up any time soon.”
  • “I don’t care if it will take 5 more months, a year, or 3 more years, we’re not turning off that machine.”
  • “If that’s what you wish, Ms. Kang.”
  • little did you know, you woke up a month later to everyone’s surprise.
  • “MC! Oh, MC I’ve missed you so so much. Thank you God, thank you God!” 
  • “Jaehee? What are we doing in a hospital room? And Zen’s here too?” 
  • Zen decided to leave for a while, grabbing the three of you some food, but not until he said hello and that he’d be back
  • and in the time he was gone, Jaehee explained what had happened, the accident, you being out for 7 months
  • “Oh my god, I remember it little by little, I just don’t remember getting hit…I’m sorry Jae-”
  • “It’s alright MC, all I need is you here now.” 
  • now you never really left her side, she would even take you to work with her
  • you’d help her out, since you were there anyways and became practically Jaehee’s little personal assistant that she’s always needed
  • “God, I don’t know what I’d do without you, MC. I love you.” 


  • he was waiting for you to come over, despite it being later in the night you both had always hung out in the late hours of the night.
  • he stood by the door, looking out the window before his phone rang
  • “Yeah?”
  • “Is this Ryu Hyun?”
  • “U-Uh, yes this is, how can I help you?”
  • the man told Zen that he was a worker from the emergency room about a half hour away, you had gotten into a car accident on a major highway about an hour away from Zen’s house, a drunk driver slammed into you sending your though the guard rail, flying for at least 100 feet before slamming into a tree then the side of a building with the drunk driver’s car not too far behind you.
  • he instantly threw on a jacket and put on his bike helmet, riding his motorcycle all the way to the hospital, weaving through traffic almost getting himself killed
  • “Yes hello, I’m here to see an MC?” 
  • “Right this way, Mr. Hyun.” 
  • he was lead to your room, where a doctor stood at the foot of your bed
  • “Ah, Mr. Hyun, I wasn’t expecting to see you so quickly.”
  • “Heh, when my love is in danger I need to get to them instantly…what’s the verdict doc?” 
  • “MC…they’re…in a coma. I’m sorry Mr. Hyun, we’re not sure if they’ll make it out. If they don’t come around in 6 months we’ll ask if you’d like to turn off their machine.” 
  • he nodded his head, before the doctor left as he sank into on of the cold plastic chairs they had to offer
  • he gripped your cold, lifeless hand the entire time, waiting to feel either your comforting warmth or you squeeze back but it never happened
  • he missed out on so many bigger opportunities, but he turned them all down to make sure you were 100% alright
  • then 6 months came, and you still weren’t awake.
  • “Mr. Hyun…I think it’s time to turn off their machine..”
  • If you touch that god damn machine I will make sure of some way to end your career.  MC is my life, I know they’ll pull through so if you dare turn off that machine…
  • “Yes, a-as you wish Mr. Hyun.”
  • he cried that night, he didn’t want to loose you
  • then exactly a month later, you woke up
  • “W-What? Zen? Where are we?” 
  • instantly called the RFA to tell them you were awake and you were alive
  • he explained everything that happened, making your jaw drop
  • “Well, MC, angels are meant to fly once in their lives..”
  • “Shush it you, I’m sorry I should’ve been more carefu-”
  • “No, it was that drunk bastard’s fault not yours.” 
  • after that he asked you to move in with him, so you wouldn’t have to drive over late int the night, and you could both spend almost every minute with each other 

Jumin Han:

  • he sat quickly working, it was a late night and he wanted to get home quickly to see you once you got off your shift at one of the local 24 hour shops
  • he got buzzed in through the phone from Jaehee, groaning as he hit the accept button
  • “Yes, Assistant Kang?”
  • “Mr. Han, I’ve got the emergency room from down the street on hold, they tried to get a hold of your cell but it was off.”
  • his eyes got wide, before he cleared his throat
  • “Put them through, Assistant Kang.”
  • “Jumin Han, speaking.”
  • “Yes, Mr. Han, we were wondering if you could come to the emergency room? We’ve got an MC in here who’s first emergency contact was listed as you..”
  • the man on the other side of the phone told him that you were leaving work when some person in the parking lot thought it would be a genius idea to drive at 40 miles per hour without stopping as you were backing up, slamming into you which then sent you going forward until you crashed through the dress shop across the street
  • he hung up with them, before calling Jaehee
  • “Assistant Kang, take care of the rest of my paper work and call off any meetings I have planned for the next month. MC’s in the hospital and I need to be with them.” 
  • if it weren’t for Driver Kim, Jumin probably would’ve driven himself and ended up in the hospital right besides you
  • he sprinted in, the woman at the front desk pointing to the hallway you were in since she knew exactly where he was headed
  • “Doctor how much money do I need to pay you to make them okay again?”
  • “Not so fast now, sir, MC’s in a coma, and none of us here know how long they’ll make it.”
  • he kept trying to push his money on them, he needed you back for the sake of his wellbeing and for your wellbeing
  • he was always found pacing your room day to day, sitting down occasionally and sleeping, then every once in a while when the RFA would come as a group to visit he’d go home and change, but he always swore up and down he’d better be there when you woke up
  • well it’s been 6 months, and you still weren’t up.
  • it was a late night for Jumin, he was exhausted from working in the hospital all day instead of the office, trying to catch up on everything that needed his signature, so he didn’t really notice when the doctor walked in
  • but he noticed when they were headed to your source of life for the time being
  • What the hell do you think you’re doing, doc?
  • “Mr. Han..I think it’s time to let them go, it’s been 6 months, they aren’t coming back.” 
  • I will end you, your career, everything you love, and this entire hospital if you dare turn off MC’s machine. I don’t care if it takes a week, a month, 5 years, or a century before they awake, you are keeping that machine on until they either wake up or if I die first, understand me?
  • “Y-Yes, Mr. Han, I apologize.”
  • “I must apologize for snapping at you, it’s been a long day doctor. Just don’t shut them off yet, thank you.”
  • and to his surprise, a month after that occurred you woke up
  • “Jumin, what hell are we doing here?”
  • “MC? MC, thank god you’re awake.” 
  • he leaned over and gave you a kiss before explaining everything that happened
  • “I’m so sorry Jumin I should’ve looked behind me-”
  • “No, MC, no “I’m sorry’s” from you okay? You’re quitting that job and just being a house wife from now on, got me?”
  • you giggled, nodding your head before he gave you a sincere hug, one that he hadn’t given in a long time.
  • and you did exactly what he told you, you quit your job, and lived happily as a stay-at-home wife with Jumin and Elizabeth, and you weren’t allowed to drive yourself anywhere unless Jumin was with you (for safety reasons of course.)


  • Seven was already barely running on any sleep at all, and he couldn’t really tell what was fake or not
  • so once he got a call from the emergency room he thought it was his imagination
  • “Saeyoung Choi?” 
  • he shuddered at his own name, this was definitely real.
  • “Speaking, how may I help you?”
  • “We have a person under the name of MC-”
  • he instantly hung up, running out of his house and to his car before speeding off to the hospital
  • after practically fighting his way through the line of people waiting, he reached the front desk, asked for you, and once he got directions he actually sprinted to where you were (like no lie he actually sprinted for the first time in years)
  • after getting to your room out of breath, he was greeted to a doctor who explained everything to him as he tried to recollect himself
  • the doctor explained that you had gotten into a bad head-on collision at a stop sign, a person turning the corner didn’t pay attention, so they never saw you sitting there
  • “I’m sorry, Mr. Choi, but we’re not sure if they’ll make it.”
  • “Oh I know my MC, they’ll make it alright.”
  • he had tears in his eyes, as he slipped into the seat next you, grabbing your hand before passing out himself
  • he never left, he barely ate, barely kept himself hydrated, and he wasn’t cracking jokes like his normal self
  • the RFA took turns babysitting him, making sure he was okay, and you were okay as well
  • then the one day he kicked everyone out, 6 months after the accident, so it would just be him and you, the doctor came in to talk to Seven
  • “Mr. Choi, I think it’s about time to say goodbye to MC. They aren’t showing any signs of coming back-”
  • No.
  • “But Mr. Choi-”
  • No. You’re not killing my MC. Not yet, anyways, not until I’m gone myself.
  • once the doctor left, Seven broke down into tears, he wasn’t sure if you would come back after all.
  • then one month later you did
  • “Luciel? What the hell..why am I in pain?”
  • he hugged you so tight, you were convinced he’d never let go
  • he sat down, after hugging you for a straight 3 hours, and explained everything that had happened
  • “I’m sorry Sev, I was on my way to surprise you, I had some Dr. Pepper in my trunk and i thought maybe we could watch a movie or something but I was stupid and didn-”
  • “Shh, it wasn’t you, it was the other driver okay? They’re the stupid one, not you.”
  • he made sure you were 100% okay before he took you home, then have forced you to move in with him so he could always be near him
  • and you both had your happy ending, you were able to monitor his heath and make sure he was okay, and he was able to make sure that he would never loose you again.


  • he had just left on another one of his trips, and as soon as he got there he got a call from the local hospital.
  • “Hello?”
  • “Yes, is this Jihyun Kim?”
  • “Speaking, how can I help you?”
  • the person on the other end said that you had just gotten into a t-bone collision on your way to work, you were going through a green light as someone on your right and thought they had a green light, slamming themselves into you.
  • he instantly got the quickest flight back home, despite the fact he drove all the way out to where his destination was
  • as soon as he got there 5 hours later he immediately ran to the hospital
  • he quickly found where you were, walking in to see the doctor in there waiting for him
  • “I’m sorry sir, I was 5 hours away on a trip for work, so I got the quickest flight here.”
  • “That’s quite alright Mr. Kim-”
  • “Please, call me Jihyun.”
  • “As you wish, Jihyun. Anyways, we aren’t sure if MC will make it, they’re in a very bad coma and isn’t really showing signs of coming out.
  • “Thank you for telling me that, doctor, but MC’s my angel, I know they’ll be able to pull themselves out of this.”
  • he sat down next to you, grabbing your hand as he talked to you like it were a normal day,
  • except you wouldn’t answer him.
  • this went on for around 6 months, but V was able to take care of both himself and you, making sure there was still a heartbeat on the monitor beside you.
  • “Jihyun, I think it would be best to let MC go, they aren’t showing any responses to life anymore, I don’t believe they’ll make it.”
  • Sir, I don’t think so. Their heart is still beating, they’re still got a pulse, and it’s beating strong. Give them another month or so, they’ll some around.
  • and lo and behold, you awoke in a month.
  • “V? What are you doing here? I thought you had left on a trip?”
  • “Well, that trip needed to be cut short, sweetheart. But I’m here now, okay?”
  • he explained to you everything, not leaving out a single detail.
  • “I’m sorry I had to cut your trip short, the driver should’ve payed attention.”
  • “It’s alright, MC, as long as I’m here with you now, and I’ll stay with you from now on.”
  • he kept that promise, once you were released he took you on every trip he took, never leaving your side until you both died peacefully in your sleep, the way you both wanted to go.


  • he was at home, waiting for you to come home from errand running, before his phone began to ring
  • “I swear to god if it’s Saeyoung again-Hello?”
  • “Is this Saeran Choi?”
  • “Yes..may I ask who is speaking?” 
  • “This is (person) from the emergency room, we just got an MC here with you as their primary emergency contact…” 
  • he instantly hung up and ran out, running to the hospital since it was only about 5 or 6 minutes away 
  • the entire time his mind was bogged down with negative thoughts, you were the only person he had left who he could fully trust and depend on, if you were gone what would happen to him?
  • “God damnit MC, you better not die on me..” 
  • as he finally reached the hospital, he quickly asked loudly yelled asking where you were until he got directions, then sprinting off in that direction.
  • “MC isn’t dead, Mr. Choi., but they are in a bad coma, we’re not sure if they’ll wake up.”
  • the doctor then went to explain that you had gotten into a rear collision on your way home from the food store, sending you 20 feet ahead of you since the driver behind you was on their phone texting while doing 50 miles per hour, not seeing the stop sign clearly ahead of you, sending you into a brick wall of a building.
  • he nodded his head, walking into the room waiting for the door to close before he dropped to his knees and screamed to the top of his lungs
  • it was the only way to take the pain out of his heart without inflicting pain on himself, something he promised you he would never do.
  • he always kept himself up, he was either pacing the room, rocking in the corner, or gripping your hand as if his life depended on it
  • his brother always came in to check on him, bringing him food and drinks that he never ate (he only consumed them once in a while, if his stomach felt the need to hold something down.)
  • then came the 6 month mark, and you still weren’t up.
  • “Mr. Choi, I think it’s best to let MC pass, it’s their time, they’re not waking up any time soon.” 
  • Not on my watch. MC WILL WAKE UP!
  • the doctor quickly left the room before Saeran had another metal breakdown, like he did every other day
  • but then, one month later, you woke up.
  • “Saeran? What the hell-” 
  • he hugged you for what seemed like forever, before vaguely telling you about the accident before getting too worked up
  • you hugged him again, petting his hair until he calmed down enough to finish explaining
  • “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Saeran, I should’ve waited to leave or, or-”
  • “No…MC…it wasn’t your fault. But I’m never letting you go out on your own, if you leave me, what will I have left?”
  • and from that day forward you two were practical attached at the hip, if you had a girls night out with Jaehee he’d tag along, if he needed to go somewhere you’d tag along with him, and you both were happy since you both knew you were safe 24/7

<whew, this one took a lot out of me, but i love angst with a positive ending!! i feel like they progressively got longer and longer, so if there is any need for a redo let me know! I’m also still not 100% on my V or Unknown writing skills yet..so feedback on those would be great. thank you so so much for this wonderful request, darling!!♡>

anonymous asked:

Bruh, Sportarobbie first date. Lay it on me.

Robbie was at a loss. Sportacus had foiled yet another one of his plans, and all he could do was sit there and watch while Sportacus affectionately shooed the kids away, saying something about needing to talk to the villain.

“Robbie, are you ok?” He asked softly, grabbing Robbie by the arm and pulling him from the hole he’d managed to get himself stuck in.

“Yeah, just dandy, Sportakook. Now, if you’ll let go of me I have places to go and people to ignore.” But Sportacus didn’t let go, instead he grabbed Robbie’s other arm and forced the taller man to pay attention to him.

“I was wondering, Robbie. Would you like to do something with me?”

Robbie just gaped, what was the hero implying? Did he want to try and get Robbie to exercise or make him eat healthy?

“Why would I want to do something with you, Sportaflop?” His tone was a mixture of disbelief and disgust. Sportacus just looked away, the smile on his face faltering.

“I wasn’t meaning anything strenuous, maybe just a picnic. You can even bring cake if you’d like! I’d like to do something away from the kids for once…” Robbie’s disgusted expression fell as he noticed the Hero blatantly avoiding eye contact.

“So it’s not some trick to get me to be healthy?”

“No, Robbie. I’d like to spend time with you.”

Robbie had no idea how to respond. He couldn’t respond. Was… Was Sportadork asking him on a date!?

Slowly, Robbie nodded his head.

“I, uh, y-yeah ok, sure.” He choked out, feeling a lightness in his chest as the hero’s face seemed to light up.

“Ok, Robbie! I’ll see you at 7!” With that, the sports elf flipped away.


Robbie was pacing. Why was he pacing? Why was he nervous? It was just dinner with that stupid elf! He’d probably just stuff his face with cake while the idiot did push-ups. Groaning, he ran his hands over his face and turned back to his Automatic Wardrobe to re-pick his outfit. For the third time.

Finally he decided on a light purple shirt with a navy blue blazer and plum coloured pants. He didn’t understand why he was going to the trouble of dressing up, but he felt the need to. Maybe he just wanted to one up the hero. Ha! That must be it! He just wanted to make sure he looked better than that muscular pretty-boy of an elf.

Just as he was gathering the cake he was planning on eating, he heard a knock at the hatch.

“I’m coming, Sportadoofus!” He called up, grumbling as he shoved the cake in a container and made his way out of his lair.

“Hey, Robbie! I brought some blank- Oh.” Sportacus was standing there in his usual attire, minus the vest and arm braces. In his arms were a picnic basket and a pile of fabric that Robbie could only assume was a picnic blanket.

“You look… You look good, Robbie.” Sportacus said, smiling softly.

“Let’s just go already,” Robbie huffed out, container of cake tucked under one arm.

The two men made their way up to the top of the hill before Sportacus set everything down. He spread the blanket and pulled out the food he’d brought for himself. Apples, potato salad, and a container of strawberries.

Robbie made himself comfortable on the blanket beside the shorter man, and cracked open his cake container.

They didn’t speak much as they ate, the occasional comment from Sportacus and a sarcastic reply from his villainous date. Robbie reached over and grabbed a strawberry, almost tempted to throw it at the hero after a comment about falling in holes more often, but instead shrugged it off and dipped it in icing before popping it in his mouth.

Sportacus froze, eyes wide and mouth slightly open before a hearty laugh bubbled up from his chest.

“Is that all it takes to get you to eat sportscandy? Dipping it in sugar?” Robbie gave him a pointed look and did it again, much to Sport’s delight. He’d never admit it, but he liked seeing the hero acting like a normal person; not ready to run off at the slightest sign of trouble to save the day.

Sportacus looked away from him, a goofy smile plastered across his face. It was starting to grow darker, the Sun slowly inching towards the horizon. The sky was painted in hues of red, pink, and orange; clouds glowing the colour of embers.

“The sky sure is beautiful, isn’t it Robbie?” Robbie just continued to stare at the man beside him; features painted gold in the half-light.

“Yeah. Yeah it is,” he replied softly. Slowly, he reached across and rested his hand over the elf’s.

“I can’t think of a better view.”

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i was messing around in photoshop one day and i found a way to make over 100 gif icons in less than 10 minutes using actions, so i thought i’d share because i know how tedious making gif icons can be !! this is so simple tbh even if you’ve never used photoshop before, you’d probably be able to do this. if this is helpful, please like/reblog !!

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Hold Me Down

I always knew you wanted me 

A/N : So, this was based off this request. However, my hiatus is still on going I just didn’t want to disappoint the lovely anon who requested it. You can clearly tell that my writer’s block is just here to stay xD. Also, as always, this is completely unedited because I’m a piece of shit and it’s 5am .

Anyways, Thank you for reading and requesting. Hope you enjoy <3

Originally posted by eatupbangtan

( I don’t know why I laughed after choosing this gif, I’m so sorry for the suffering I have brought upon you )

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” He whined leaning on the closed bathroom door, tapping his foot on the floor in annoyance, waiting for you to come out.

“You said you’ll review my outfit for me.” You sounded out of breath from all the jumping around trying to make it look the best.

“I didn’t know it will be lingerie” He scoffed “Are you having your date at the playboy mansion or something?”

“What’s the problem?” You rolled your eyes, letting your hair down “I thought you said I wasn’t your type.”

“Fine, just come out already.” He pushed himself off the door when you turned the doorknob, opening it. You stepped out, giving him full view of what you were wearing. Your high heels clicked on the wooden floor as you walked to stand right in front of him, feeling a little awkward at first. But, it was still for a cause.

Jungkook stared you up and down, his gaze hungrily embracing your every curve. You could notice the slight shift in his eyes, from the annoyed look he had the whole time to a pouring lust, taking in each of your movements. You pulled at the fabric of your panties, adjusting it around your waist, and nervously waiting for him to say something. Your eyes met and he tore his gaze away from you, clearing his throat and turning his head.

“Cover up.” Jungkook picked up one of your shirts from the bed and threw it in your general direction as he sat down where your clothes once were.

“Do I look that bad?” You turned to the mirror, looking at your side view and fixing the straps “I think it’s good.”

“It is.” He whispered looking everywhere but at you, uncomfortably shifting on the bed then standing back up. You walked to him with the shirt in hand, refusing to put it on and pouted.

“What did you say?”

“I said it looks good. Great, actually. Now put on some clothes.”

“Why?” You finally noticed that every time the distance closed in between the two of you he would  step back, creating it again “Oh, Jungkookie. You’re cute.”

“Stop it, Y/N.” Turning so your back was facing him, you dropped the shirt to the ground in one last attempt to tease him. But, before the fabric hit the floor, he had you pressed against the wall with his body trapping you motionless.

Jungkookie...” You whimpered trying for a moment to get out of his grip but just giving up when you could tell it was not happening. Once the nickname unconsciously left your mouth again, you knew you would regret it.

“I told you to stop.” He stroked the hair away from your neck, letting his breath fan warmly on the skin, pushing you further into the wall with his chest flush against your back “Do you enjoy teasing me that much? How would it feel if I did it?”

You didn’t have time to respond when his fingers started to ascend down your neck, back and past your waist toying with the straps in the same way you were doing so. He growled softly at the feeling of the tight lace ties on his fingers then, much to your dismay, effortlessly ripped the fabric off.  


“Now you call me that.” He shrugged as he  pushing your legs apart with his knee “You don’t see me as man, do you?”

Your protest was muffled with the thrust of his fingers into you, setting a fast pace from the start. You squirmed and that was all the assistance he needed to have perfect angle to push up against your spot. Your legs trembled threatening to give out, knees becoming weak as he kept up his assault, drinking your moans with extreme amusement of the effect he had on you.

“Jungkook, slow dow-” His digits plunged in and out harder and you lost it. Melting into his touch, you threw your head back letting out one last breathy and piercing cry, your legs letting you down. His free hand came up to wrap itself around your waist, he pulled your body closer to keep you from falling down with an everlasting smirk on his face.

Letting you ride out your high, he left gentle kisses on your shoulder contrasting with the roughness of his movements. Once you snapped out of your trance you turned to face him, still stuck between him and the wall. The way he looked at you, his eyes deepening with a glimpse of passion and something you couldn’t read but it made your heart flutter. He looked at you the way you always wanted him to.

“Kiss me.” you intended for it to be a command but was spilled out as a quiet plea. A plea he was more than happy to yield to, leaning down to capture your lips in a greedy and impatient kiss. He pulled back, staring down at your smug expression.


“I knew you always wanted me.” You smiled reaching up to connect your lips again “You just needed a little … push.” Jungkook inhaled sharply when you palmed him through his jeans, ghosting your fingers over his erection, painfully hanging with carnal desire.

“What did I tell you about teasing?” He gripped your wrist, moving your hand away from him.

“I am just getting started.” You push yourself off the wall, driving him along and towards the bed until you were straddling him “And I fully intend on finishing.”

“Do you really think you’re in charge here?” Jungkook laughed, darkly and hoarsely, his grip getting tighter on your waist “That’s cute.” He flipped both of you over, him on top again. As he always is. Your arousal was growing again, having always been keen on his sense of domination. Something that you would usually make fun of, but not this time. One thing you always loved about your best friend and the only thing that pushed you to do this was that once he knew what he wanted, his determination to get it was admirable and in your case appreciated.

He sat up, your legs spread on his thighs as he urgently undid his pants pulling them down along with his boxer then leaning back down to meet your awaiting mouth. He let his tongue slip in just as he positioned himself at your entrance. For a moment it felt like the world stopped spinning as you breathed in each other’s air, your heart thumping faster and louder at the lust behind his deep and driven thrusts.

The next moment, he had you pinned to the bed keeping you from flying off as he pounded restlessly with all the force he had into you. Jungkook pulled away to look at you, hair messy and out of place completely, mouth gaping to breath in every bit of air like it was your last. Because it damn felt like it was. He came to know that he actually liked seeing you like this, like a mess, for him. He wanted it to be only for him. And you liked how he felt inside of your walls, hot and throbbing. Like you knew you would.

Euphoria spread into your every muscle with shivering spasms with his continuous snaps, grinding his hips against yours. Raising yourself to meet his thrusts driving him deeper and deeper each time, You opened your eyes to meet his gaze, strangely heart-warming, and he stilled letting a series of low grunts hitting his own high.

His hips bucked a few more times dragging out his climax as he groaned, your walls clamping down on him like an encouragement. Your thighs hiked up around his waist as his face was now buried in your neck, nuzzling the damp hair with faint pants that sent more shivers down your spine.

Jungkook moved off, once his weight was starting to be too much for your tired body to hold, supporting himself on his elbows as his gazed at you again.

“About that date … ” He started out, awkwardly shy, his shifts back and forth from arrogant and cocky that he was a moment ago to this were rather amusing. You knew you wouldn’t get bored with him.

“You still don’t get it?” You chuckled, feeling like a winner of some kind, turning on your side and tangling your fingers into his hair moving the sweaty strands from his face “There was never really a date, just you.”

“Good” He smiled revealing that bunny, ironically innocent smile, leaning down to kiss you “let’s keep it that that way.”

Again, Thank you for reading.

SasoSaku Month Day 23 

notes set in the colorblind verse (because that’s our go-to au) and a thing that you guys had to be bombarded with sooner or later LOL please embrace those beautiful twin boys 

check the end of the drabble for more drawings 

writing by sohhng

Accustomed as he is to spending his nights coiled around his wife, the absence of her usual warmth jars Sasori awake. He twitches rather violently, pats around blindly with his hand, and experiences a slow, sinking sensation when he finds nothing but a cooling dent where Sakura’s reclining body once was.

Like most people, Sasori’s critical thinking skills aren’t at their sharpest at – he peels open one rheumy eye to glare balefully at the digital clock – two in the fucking morning. He likes to think himself above the more common mortal weaknesses (Because you’re a megalomaniac, Sakura likes to snark, and, god, where the hell is Sakura) but there’s no denying the disorientation that’s currently slopping about in his skull.

So he isn’t at his finest just now. The inside of his mouth tastes like graveyard dirt, his frontal lobe seems to have liquefied, and the first semi-coherent thought that pops into his mind is something along the lines of, What if she’s left?

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a-ominedaiki  asked:

"Well, that could've gone better" - bokuroakatsuki im so deep in this hell bc of u and idec anymore I've accepted my fate hit me w ur best

It was not unusual for Akaashi to come home only to about-face and go for a spontaneous one-hour long walk right after work, briefcase still in hand. That just couldn’t be helped when two thirds of your boyfriends were absolute nut-jobs. He did love them, sure. Adored them, even. But sometimes… sometimes they were just too much.

However, it was unusual for him to not even get as far as opening the door to their house before he felt like walking out again.

“Okay,” he said, drawing in a deep breath as he stood in the garden gate and looked upon the horrendous picture before him. Tearing his eyes away and glancing at the watch on his wrist, he added: “You have ten minutes to pack your bags and leave the country before Tsukishima comes home and kills you.”

Bokuto and Kuroo looked down at him from where they were posed on a ladder, both sporting huge hedge clippers.

“What?” said Kuroo innocently. “Why would we do that? This is his birthday present!”

Akaashi pressed his eyes closed, hoping that somehow, he was just dreaming and the scene would change as soon as he opened his eyes again. Unfortunately, he knew better. “You sculpted all of our shrubs into dicks… for his birthday?” he asked, pained. “Are you aware that birthdays are not randomly interchangeable with April’s fools?”

Bokuto made a scandalized face upon his words. “Wha-!” he proclaimed and leaned back on his ladder as if to look at the sculpture from a bigger distance. “These are dinosaurs! Can’t you see that?”

Akaashi’s lid began to twitch. “How are those dinosaurs?” he asked. Slowly. Calmly. Furiously.

“Well, you see,” said Kuroo, using his huge hedge clipper like a pointer to gesture along the shrub’s… shaft. “We wanted to do the ones with the long necks, because they’re the easiest, and also adorable, and also tallest, so it’s like… triple appropriate for Tsukki.”

“Are you saying he’s easy, then?” Akaashi asked and immediately shook his head at himself for getting distracted. “More importantly – I can see how this would be a long neck with a head on it – but what’s with the two balls down there?”

Bokuto took it upon himself to explain the absolute moronism that had apparently taken them over once again. “Well, you see – once we were done with the neck, we noticed there was not enough shrub left for the body, so we had to improvise!” he said, like that made any sense at all.

“By turning it into a dick,” said Akaashi.

“No! You see – those are its little feet poking out from the ground!” said Kuroo, waving the hedge clippers about. “It’s like a cute puppy dinosaur, just popping up from our garden! Like so!” He threw the clippers away to put on a puppy face and form two paws with his hands.

“It’s an erect penis,” said Akaashi.

“No, it’s not!” Bokuto protested, imitating Kuroo’s ridiculous pose. “It’s like so!”

Akaashi tried to fight his nearing headache with a long sigh. “Would you please… just come down from that ladder and look at it from here?” he asked with long practiced patience.

“Hm…” said Bokuto, once they were both standing next to Akaashi and took a good look at their work. How exactly they had managed to cut five shrubs into this form without noticing… Akaashi would never understand. “I guess… I can kind of see it now,” Bokuto admitted.

Kuroo sat down on the ground with a long groan. “Well, that could’ve gone better,” he said. “So what do we do now?”

“Run?” Akaashi suggested.

“Uhm, yeah… too late,” Bokuto said.

Akaashi turned around with an overwhelming feeling of dread spreading in his stomach. He just hoped Tsukishima would know that this was in no way Akaashi’s fault, idea or influence!

Tsukishima just stood where Akaashi had stood before – just one step through the garden gate, looking at the multitude of penises spread across their lawn. His face was unreadable and he didn’t say a word.

“Hap-” Bokuto started and got interrupted by Kuroo kicking at his boot. They seemed to be having a drawn-out mental conversation, which Bokuto won, somehow, because when they both looked at Tsukishima again, they sounded in unison: “Happy birthday, babe!”

It didn’t sound very convincing.

“Did you…” said Tsukishima, face still unreadable. “Did you seriously sculpt all of our shrub into dicks… for every passing person to see?”

“Uh…” said Bokuto.

“Well…” Kuroo added.

“Actually…” Akaashi tried to explain, because no matter how angry he was at these two idiots, he did not want this evening to end in a bloodbath. However, he never got to explain anything, because Tsukishima had already thrown himself at Bokuto – and not even to punch or strangle him. What they were doing looked suspiciously like… hugging. “Okay, what?” Akaashi groaned.

Kuroo was on his feet two seconds later, throwing himself into the hug.

“You guys know me so well!” Tsukishima smiled – he actually smiled! And no – Akaashi could not accept that – this had to be a dream after all, because no way in hell. No way in hell-

“I can’t believe I never thought of this!” Tsukishima continued. It was hard to hear him through the throbbing pain in Akaashi’s head. “Finally everyone will leave us in peace. No more annoying neighbors trying to befriend us. No more girl scouts. No more people trying to sell us vacuum cleaners or get us to join their church! Nobody will ever want to ring the doorbell of the perverts with a bunch of dick-bushes in their garden! This is the best present ever!”

Bokuto and Kuroo had nothing to add to that except for matching beams, and Akaashi had to watch them escort an elated Tsukishima over to the door.

Akaashi was left with nothing else to do but recalculate.

He had been wrong with two thirds. It had been three thirds all along. One hundred percent.

All of his boyfriends were absolute nut-jobs.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I really like your comic and your style and I was wondering: do you have any tips for people like me who would like to make their own comics? I've tried before but I never seemed to reach the 5th page without giving up.

Hiya! I have a few tips. I’m not trained or anything these are just some of my personal methods. it might not even work for you since everyone is different but it might help? They’re not really in a particular order either haha. 

1.) Like what you’re making. This one is kind of obvious but really if you’re not completely invested in the story you’re making it’ll fall flat due to a lack of interest. Make your comic about things you like! Not like fleeting things like actual things you’ve enjoyed for awhile generally. Like spooky things, or cute things for example.

2.) Make alot of rough drafts. All at once. Flesh out an entire chapter really roughly. I mean real rough. like gesture drawing rough that takes like fifteen minutes or less a page. I’ll make about seventeen rough draft pages at once, simmer about it for a few days, and then go back to add more if im satisfied OR i’ll redo the chapter entirely. If you have a whole chapter roughed out it’ll be easier to work on it later because its already there for you. 

3.)double back to check the pacing. Sometimes its weird in the rough drafts so you gotta throw some panels around or add an extra page. if it feels a bit off leave it and the come back a few hours or days later. youll find it out pretty quick after a break. 

4.)dont be afraid to fix mistakes. If something looks weird or clashes with the page when you’re still doing lineart, go back to the roughdraft layer and fix it. zoom in and out of the page and check to make sure the drawing isnt tilted oddly or disproportional. i myself have issues with proportion so im constantly fixing bits and pieces using cntrl+T haha. It’ll save you trouble if you do it early instead of later when all the layers are in the way. 

This next one is a little bit counterproductive to #4 but its for after the page is done.

5.) accept mistakes. You’re making alot of art for one page. you’ll notice looking back on finished pages that theres gonna be a lower quality over it bc of sheer quantity, but you’ll fall into a rhythm and realize you’re making a steady incline in quality overall if you keep moving forward. once you declare that a page is done, leave it.

6.) just do it. Youre gonna be afraid to start, wondering how its going to be received, wondering if its good enough. You have to shove the anxiety down as violently you can and draw it as if you’re your only audience. Do it for yourself, because you know that you’ll improve your skill and even yourself by making it. 

7.) keep your files organized. I label every page for recovery as RECOVERY and then a number–for example, RECOVERY2.17 is for recovery chapter two page seventeen. your files, if placed alphabetically, will all be in a row for an easy browse. keep it all in their own place for easy finding. 

8.) make a palette and references. Consistency is IMPORTANT. I drew Will a few times to get a feel for him before i started the comic, and used the eyedropper tool repeatedly so the colors were consistent in the comic. (I didn’t do the same for the pine twins and it shows if you go through the comic a bit fast lol) The palette doesnt have to be fancy, just make sure you know what everything is for. Also make sure you know your kerning and leading settings so the panels are consistent as well.  (mine is below!) make a checklist if you need to for the math stuff, i use the stickies app on my laptop for a checklist of things to make sure to add before i say im done–like shading, for example, that for some reason i always forget. Also the font type, gen font size, details like tattoos and quirks. 

9.) HAVE FUN. Inject some humor into your drawing to keep yourself entertained when you work–for example, i label my layers in puns and quips. the skin layer is usually called “skiiiiiiiiin” and copies are usually called “___ 2: electric boogaloo”. when i made homestuck drawings id label them with a character quirk instead haha. Also its good to listen to podcasts or music when you work. I listen to music, The Adventure Zone, Welcome to Night Vale, Game Grumps or The Yogscast when i’m working. Audiobooks are also a good idea! Have it in a playlist so you dont have to stop drawing to change it.

10.) Don’t let yourself get distracted, but take breaks when you need them. Food and hydration as well as bathroom breaks are v important. You cant survive to draw if you dont eat, and keep in mind that being dehydrated gives you headaches and messes with workflow. eat that food. dont die. not eating messes with your psyche–youre more likely to be depressed/make it worse/stope working if you dont eat so do that shit. keep some snacks and a waterbottle handy. also lower the caffeine shakes are good for some styles but not others lmfao. 

also: avoid tumblr when working. give yourself a set time/timelimit to work. you’ll realize that once you start its easier to keep rolling but you cant be interrupted or itll be harder to get back to in the middle when scrolling the many delightful distractions of the internet. be brisk in your breaks. 

11.) i have depression so this is especially important–REMEMBER TO TAKE YOUR MEDS IF YOU HAVE ANY.  p self explanatory. i go through withdrawals if i dont and get the worst migraines so i mean keep on top of that shit. 

12.)Uh hhhh thats all i got OH WAIT reward yourself for finishing pages. Be it a treat or a nice bubble bath or some videogame time. Whatever you want. just reward yourself for working. even if its work you weren’t entirely satisfied with, have something to look forward to when you finish, and tell yourself you did well because you just did a fuckton of work. BE PROUD <3

(also some people say to tell other people about what youre doing so theyll check up on you to make sure youre working but?? i kind of feel like im being nagged if thats the case so that just depends on you lol. )