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❝ I always talk about you ❞

Plot: Your boyfriend BamBam is your savior, even after all these years. 

Pairing: BamBamxReader 

Words count: 1,4k

Genre: HighSchool!Au; Fluff 

For anon, I hope you like it cutie! - M.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

“Baaaaaambi!”  

“Y/n! Stop calling me that, babe. ”  

You smiled as you reached your boyfriend, that day his hair was blond, jump on his shoulders and almost dropping him on the ground.  

You gave him a kiss on his cheek, causing him to sigh desperately and put you down immediately. The pout on your face made him sigh more, so you started hopping like a little girl when he brought the backpack in front and left his back free just for you.  

He bowed in front of you and you with more delicacy than before got on his back, fastening your arms around his neck and immediately feeling the sense of safety when he tightened your legs against his hips, leaning without problems.  

“Am I your little horse??”  

“Let me think” you mumbled, raising your face a little and pretending a serious expression; “ Absolutely yes. ” You added, laughing slightly and biting the lobe of his left ear.  

He shook his head as soon as he began to walk towards the entrance of your school, for yet another boring and detestable school day. Not that you hated school, you liked studying, they were your mates the real problem.  

“Still ignoring you?”  

“Huh?”  

“Y/N, I’m not stupid even if you think otherwise!”  

“I’m the newcomer, they don’t want me.. That’s all, but it’s okay. At least you’re here!” You reassured him, telling a half-truth.  

You Rest your chin on his shoulder, tightening your legs better around his pelvis, completely ignoring the eyes of the other students on you. If it was jealousy or disgust you could never understand it.  

You’ve been in that school for just five months and you haven’t been able to get a friend. The only good thing was that BamBam attended that school; Making it seem like those days more bearable.  

He had been the only ray of light for years, when you were forced to move to America because of your parents ’ work, your arrive in a hostile and completely different country and environment.  

Getting back to Korea seemed like a relief, and your classmates couldn’t welcome you and you didn’t understand why.  

“Do you want me to accompany you to class?”  

“BAAAAMBI, I’m fine.”  

“Call me again, and I’ll let you fall on the ground,” he threatened you, just turning his gaze to look at you badly.  

“But if you0re tender and cute as Bambi, what can I do??” You swelled your cheeks, looking like a little angry little girl, and he stole you a kiss so fast that you didn’t even have time to reciprocate.  

“Modestly. I’ll See you at lunch, all right? ”  

“Yes, Bambi.”  

Going down from his shoulders, you winked at him and started running towards the hallway wing where your class was, ignoring the protests of your boyfriend for that nickname you loved so much.  

~ ~

“Y/n!” A male voice made you turn just before you entered the classroom, set by surprise.  

“Youngjae Sunbae” You greeted him with a deep bow, returning then to look at him; “Do you need something??”  

“I know you’re an excellent artist, right?? I need someone good at drawing, we have to make flyers for a theater club show. ”  

“Theatre Club? Sure, I will gladly help you sunbae! ”  

“Really?!??!” Exclaimed the boy with a contagious smile, laying his hands on both of your shoulders; “You’ll save our life Y/N, really!”  

“I’m glad to help sunbae!” You smiled in return, plagued by his enthusiasm; “Just tell me what to do.”  

“BamBam was right, you’re really sweet! Give me your number, so after we organize to see each other and I’ll explain everything! ”  

“Wait.. BamBam told you about me?? ”  

“Of course, I’ve known him since he started high school.”  

Your heart just melted at the thought that for the umpteenth time your boyfriend was trying to help you. Trying to stay focused you wrote on a piece of sheet your number, giving it to him with the nth bow and he slightly made a mess with your hair, almost as if he have known you for years and not for a few moments.  

He had never spoken to you before, there was no occasion, but you always noticed how Choi Youngjae brought cheerfulness to the people around him.  

~ ~

“Y/n!”  

“Hi, my Bambi” You greet him with a quick kiss on his cheek, while you sit at your usual table and you could feel, after months, still guilty because he couldn’t sit with his friends.  

“Don’t do that face, Y/N. I’m fine here.” He reassured you, almost reading in your mind. “And then, I have no probl–what the fuck are you doing?”  

His phrase surprised you, you were focused on looking at him when six boys began to take their seats in empty chairs and almost they would be displaced and yelled at each other.  

“Hello y/n!” Youngjae greeted you with a huge smile, sitting right next to you and passing his chocolate milk, stealing your strawberry one. You hated the strawberry milk, but it was the only one to be left.  

“Finally we can get to know you, Y/n!” What you knew was Jackson, with his uniform without a tie and his shirt just unbuttoned, leaned towards you to give you a kiss on your cheek. The redness on your cheeks didn’t slow to arrive, while the oldest of the six slapped him behind his nape to make him sit in his seat.  

You watched Jaebum, who smiled at you and apologized with his gaze for the invasive behavior of his friend, so you slightly shook your head reassuring him. It was nice to have someone with whom spend time over your boyfriend.  

A boyfriend that at that moment was throwing bent handkerchiefs against Jackson, threatening to cut his legs if he had ventured again to touch you.  

“Don’t pay too much attention to them, they are always like that. I’m Jinyoung, it’s a pleasure. BamBam always talks about you, ” Said the boy on the left of Jaebum, handing out his hand that you immediately shook, smiling to him.  

“He’s Mark;” He continued pointing to the red-haired boy near him who smiled at you gently; “Instead he’s Yugyeom, which I believe is in your own class.. Or maybe not. ”  

“No sunbae, we’re in two different classes, unfortunately!”  Said the only one to have your age, over BamBam and also to him you give a little shy smile.  

They were almost a family into your eyes, and you envied your boyfriend for that group of friends, but on the other hand, you were really happy that he had friends like that.  

“Why did you sit here?”  BamBam inquired, continuing to look bad at Jackson.  

“Because we were tired of hearing about Y/n without meeting her. Just chill down about it, from today this is our table. ” Jaebum Replied promptly, as he stole from Youngjae’s tray something you couldn’t recognize.  

They started talking about school club tests, so you turned to BamBam who was smiling at you with sweetness. His brushed with his soft lips your forehead,  provoking you a slight shiver along your back.  

“Why do you look at me so y/n?”  

“Because you’re saving me as always, BamBam”  

“I didn’t do anything, baby.”  

“Liar” You reproached him by raising your face just a little and touching his lips, holding on from kissing him with more passion; “You spoke to Youngjae sunbae about me.”  

“I always talk about you.”  

“Why?”  

“Because everyone should know how fantastic my girlfriend is.”

Playing with Fire - 03

Summary: After breaking up with you, you decide the only way to get back at your -now ex-boyfriend and avoid public humilliation is by making a deal with resident bad boy Min Yoongi: you’ll give him money as long as he pretends to be your new boy.

Genre: Romance.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating: Mature (FINALLY SOME GOOD OL SMUT YALL)

Length: 2.6k

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 -  Part 7 - Part 8 [Finale]

A/N: so i was wondering if i should post this or wait some time but whatEVS


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The Very Bad No Good Exam

Summary: Inspired by one of my favorite episodes of Gilmore Girls. You’ve stayed up all night studying for your Art History exam. You’re so tired that you forget to set your alarm, and you end up missing your exam.

Word Count: 1,641


You stared at the flashcards blankly, begging any higher power there was for some sort of divine intervention. You had been studying for your Early Italian Renaissance Art History exam for what seemed like an eternity. You groaned, the images all seeming to blur together. Lorenzetti, Giotto, Ghirlandaio, Mantegna, you tried to match the names to the works of art that you had to memorize, but they wouldn’t stick. You had been studying for this midterm for weeks, and yet you stilled managed to get things all mixed up.

“I swear, if I have to memorize even one more painting of baby Jesus, I’m going to lose my shit,” you muttered in frustration.

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anonymous asked:

Ok i need to know. What's artist gossip like in the tumblr artist Community. Is it like "yeah, gosh, did you see that art exchange he did? He's so mean to his followers, and now he's acting all sunshiney and pure :/" please i need to knowwww

I…actually have no idea :’-) as far as I’ve experienced, all the artists here are extremely nice! Everyone’s humble, sweet, down to earth, and extremely supportive of one another! And I’m really not just saying that, everyone really is genuine and I hope people see that. Most of the drama comes from anonymous antis but that’s a dif post all together.

Tbh the artist communication/exchanges here are an amalgamation of affectionate keyboard smashing and supportive pterodactyl screaming @ eachother it’s gr8

Sorry I don’t got the scoop for you anon :’-)

random aus

They’ve prolly been mentioned before somewhere else but meh i’m gonna do it anyway have some aus

  • “I’m a dancer and was trying out this new move in public but accidentally crashed into you and you got hurt so I brought you to a nearby clinic and I am so fucking sorry about that what can I do to make it up for you (also fuck I broke a hot person’s arm I am absolute trash)”
  • “I am legit the BEST fucking cheater in this classroom I have never been caught once but then YOU came along and found out that I had marked the windows with a special ink that is only visible through the type of material I made these glasses out of and I REFUSE to be beaten by you I’m gonna find a way to cheat successfully in your class I swear”
  • “I am a new teacher and I encourage all of my students to try and cheat through my class because the subject I’m teaching centers around problem-solving and critical thinking and if you ACTUALLY find a way to cheat without me knowing then you’re utilizing the knowledge properly”
  • “There’s a curse on this entire city and we literally cannot speak without it being a direct line from any song at all which is why I’m explaining it to you using this note also my singing voice is terrible”
  • “I accidentally wrote your last name instead of mine when I was writing my full name in the test and I totally forgot about it but then the teacher suddenly started giggling to herself in the middle of the class and I didn’t know until she called both of us to the front”
  • “My dog escaped last night and so did your dog but when my dog came back your dog followed her and is now trying to bang her and um this is kinda awkward”
  • “We accompanied both of our little siblings/cousins to this birthday party and now we’re handcuffed together because the shitty magician they hired fucked up his trick and is now trying to convince all the kids that the reason the cuffs wouldn’t come off is because destiny is binding us together do you wanna corner him later and beat the shit out of him”
  • “I just asked the most inane question in the entire world rhetorically but then you barged in and gave a legit response and I actually didn’t know that and now I am ashamed”
  • “My little siblings LOVE going to this trashy pizzeria so I pass the time by beating all the high scores on every single arcade game they have but then one day someone beat all of my high scores by exactly 100 points and I KNOW it’s the same person because they used the same fucking name on the scoreboards each time my pride is on the line who the hell did this I will fight them”
  • “So this couple just passed by and they’re singing to each other and all of a sudden the passerbys just joined in and it’s become one huge musical number and suddenly I know the song and start dancing along then started dancing with you and we had the same confused/horrified looks on our faces and then the music stopped and everyone went back to normal like nothing happened and we’re just looking at each other and we’re so confused are we in a Disney movie”
  • “The local government hired me to paint a mural on this extremely long and blank wall and I’m pretty sure I only started at end of the wall I didn’t do the stuff at the other end but somehow the entire thing is coming together as this panorama story thing and I NEED to know who that other artist is because really they’re making my job easier plus their work is beautiful”
  • “I’m the English lit teacher and no one must know that I write fanfiction of my own students and publish them online so I’m TERRIFIED when I learn that you - the art teacher - know about everything but turns out you make fanart for them and turns out we’re both fans of each other’s work online do you wanna work together and hook these guys up”
  • “This really fast paced song came on and I started dancing to it using these dance moves from this very specific video somewhere and it turns out you know the moves too so we end up dancing together and now everyone is staring at us I don’t even know you’re name”
  • “Am I cross-dressing at this costume party yes yes I am and it’s fantastic”
  • “We’re both at this costume party held by mutual friends and you’re dressed as the person I heavily ship with the person I’m dressed as also you’re cute can you pls make this ship come true for a while for me I’ll buy you a honey bagel”
  • “I just met you but I’m PRETTY sure you’re literally Captain America no really what is a perfect specimen you doing in this danky-ass coffee shop that I work at is that your drawing oh my gods you really ARE Steve Rogers aren’t youuuu”
  • “Did you actually fucking make a fully functional technological suit of armor for this cosplay competition- oh my gods you DID I’m gonna have to step up my game during the presentation. What the hell though you should be making a self-sustaining energy source or something not wasting your talents on a fucking cosplay convention”
  • “I animate a bunch of music vids on YouTube and decided I’d try out doing a cover for this one song so I go out of my way to use and actual recording studio because my mic is shit and I’m really flustered about singing this in front of a total stranger but you’re being really supportive and keep giving me tips for making my voice sound better and eventually we end up singing a duet and it sounds amazing and I am subjected to listening to it over and over again and I end up animating a love story using our vocals and it’s got so much positive feedback and they want us to do another duet? What? No, I didn’t make it a love story bec I fell for you at first sight what no”
  • “My jam went on while on the bus and it’s REALLY hard not to dance to it in my seat and you’re staring at me weirdly I apologize for being a strange creature but you don’t understand this song is perfection”
  • “We’re the only two people in the class who know how to sing this one Russian lullaby and the whole class goes totally silent while we do a duet and apparently it sounds REALLY creepy when we sing it wanna dress as dead Russian children and sing together in random dark alleyways”
  • “The teacher accidentally left his music playing on his laptop so when he opened it it started playing a Japanese song very loudly and we just start belting out the lyrics we’ve memorized by heart and I’ve never really talked to you but you seem like a cool person plus you’re singing voice is great why is the teacher looking at us with sparkly eyes
  • “I make really cheesy/nerdy pick-up lines and usually when I tell them to people they groan at how terrible they are but then you overheard me telling one and cut in with an equally cheesy/nerdy pick-up line so now we’re just shooting each other pick-up lines back and forth”
  • “I play the cello really weirdly and you play the guitar really weirdly so our friends decide to hook us up and now we’re composing a hella good song it’s gonna be a huge hit”
  • “You are literally sparkling in the sunlight are you okay you’re not a Twilight vampire or a shoujo character are you?”
  • “I am a tech wizard and am so sorry for your loss, and I will do my best to try and restore your laptop to its former glory with minimal pay, also you should probably avoid looking at funny videos and drinking milk at the same time”
  • “What the hell kinda vine are you tryna make that involves me holding onto your legs as you dangle haphazardly out your apartment window that is on the eighteenth floor”
  • “That is the most neon shirt I have ever seen a person bear to wear pls burn it”
  • “As your doctor I would advise you to stop from using yourself as reference I don’t care if it’s for your novel you can’t just walk into a bar and ask the biggest guy you can find to punch you really hard in the shoulder my gods”

I’ll add more when I think of them if yer gonna use them tag me maybe idk

anonymous asked:

No not this one. It's colored fanart uchiha madara holding baby sarada and I think she's wearing a red ribbon? I need to know who is the artist 😭

Can you send me the link to this fanart?

geek-of-baker-street  asked:

Punk tattoo artist Arthur and Alfred trying to get a tattoo please.

OH BOY oh man I LOVE this AU.

STARS, STRIPES, AND NEON INK

Summary: Arthur meets an interesting costumer.

Rating: T; Love blooms in a tattoo shop, suggestive

“Stay still, or I’m going to do a shit job.”

Alfred grimaced as the pin-like pain poked at his bicep once again. It wasn’t extremely painful, but it was uncomfortable and stung.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re doing quite well for a first-timer. How come you’re getting a tattoo now?”

“Life is short, I guess. I want a sleeve eventually. Guess I just needed a change, ya know?”

The artist nodded. Alfred thought he was quite handsome. He was about twenty three, had wild blond hair, dressed like a punk, had full tattoo sleeves on both of his arms and some tattoos on his neck, bright green eyes and a pale complexion, and piercings on his tongue, ears, and nose. Hot. Alfred felt lucky he had got some of the man’s time.

“So, where are you from?” The artist asked, hand buzzing away with the needle.

“A little bit of everywhere actually,” Alfred laughed, “My name’s Alfred. It’s nice to meet you…”

“Arthur. It’s nice to meet you too, Alfred.”

Both men smiled.

“So, I’m curious. Why an eagle?”

“What?”

“Why an eagle on your arm? And a flag?There’s a lot more things to choose from. It’s not a common choice.”

Alfred smiled sadly.

“I’ve served my country for eight years proudly. It’ll be nine in February. And this tattoo is kind of like… A remembrance… For my fallen comrades.”

Arthur looked up into shimmering blue eyes.

“That’s very honorable,” He said softly, “Thank you for your service.”

Alfred smiled.

“What about your tattoos? You have a lot.”

“Oh, I don’t think we have enough time for me to explain all of them.” Arthur grinned as he rolled back in his chair to switch ink colors.

“Could I pick some to ask about?”

“Hm. Sounds interesting, I guess. Okay, pick three.”

Arthur rolled back to Alfred’s side and went back to work.

“Alright. Let’s see…”

Alfred scanned Arthur’s visible tattoos for one that stuck out.

“What about the one on your upper arm? The rocket– wait. Is that a… dick?!”

“Ah, well, yes, but that was because I got really drunk at a party.”

Alfred laughed.

“Oh my god. That is awesome. So you were a partier in school?”

“Let’s just say, my name on campus was ‘Arthur-Do-It-All.’”

Arthur laughed with the soldier.

“Okay, so what about the one on your neck?”

“The heart?”

“Yeah.”

Arthur’s expression stiffened. The heart looked like a anatomical model, except that it was black and scarred.

“Love isn’t easy.”

Alfred nodded.

“You get one more.”

“Okay, how about the one on your bicep, the lion?”

It was a beautiful piece. A lion with neon fur and splatters of paint behind it.

“It reminds me of England. That’s where I’m from.”

“You’re quite the interesting man.”

“So are you.”

There was a silence in which Arthur worked away at Alfred’s skin. Twenty minutes later, the tattoo was finished. Arthur held up a mirror so Alfred could see.

Alfred was speechless.

“Do you like it?” Arthur asked, slightly nervous the American didn’t like it.

Alfred nodded, wiping his eyes as tears threatened to leak out.

“Thank you so much, Arthur. I love it. It’s amazing.”

Arthur smiled widely.

“Free of charge.”

Alfred looked up, eyes wet and in shock.

“What?”

“Well, only if you take me out to dinner tonight. Then it’s free.”

Alfred paused, smile slowly returning as the smirking Brit rubbed his shoulder.

“And maybe afterwards, you can ask me about my other tattoos,” He whispered hotly, “Even the ones you can’t see in public.”