idk maybe it will inspire you

The Faery and the Writer

In which the reader inspires Jughead in the smallest of ways.

Request: so could I request a Jughead imagine where the reader is sUper tiny and skinny (i’m five-nothing and weigh maybe 100? idk but i’m healthy! i swear) and he just immediately was head over heels for her when he first saw her?? idkidk and it’s just like going through when they first met and she’s super shy and would rather draw or read and hes just *heart eye emoji* and then fast forward to when he tells her he likes her?? IM SORRY YOU CAN IGNORE THIS IF YOU WANT BUT I JUST HAVENT SEEN MUCH FOR US TINY KIDS

For: @illiter-ace

A/N: my first request whoopie! I do apologise that it’s so bloody short but I loved this request and didn’t want to ruin it by over-doing it.

Warnings: Fluff overload

The first time he saw her was on a Tuesday evening. Pops was bustling with people and Jughead sauntered over to his usual booth, eyes trailing on the ground and shoulders hunched. It was only after he had slid into his seat that he noticed her. She was sat, doodling on the pages of a novel, pressed so far into the corner that he half expected her to disappear within the wall. She hadn’t noticed him or maybe she had and just not felt it necessary to acknowledge him. So he just watched her. She was tiny, like some kind of ethereal creature – a faery perhaps. Her delicate hand reached up to brush a strand of hair from her face and his breathe caught in his throat. She was exquisite. He watched as (Y/E/C) eyes trailed up to meet his own and her plump lips curved into a nervous smile. She brought her hands down into her lap, out of his view and he imagined that they were fumbling nervously.

“Hi,” he spoke, voice echoing around him as he wondered if he had already scared her away.

“Hi,” she replied in a voice that sent shivers down his spine in the best way possible. Her eyes returned to the book and her hand began to doodle on the pages before her.

“I-I’m Jughead.” She tilted her head curiously at the mention of his name and he watched her in awe.

“I’m (Y/N).”

“I usually sit here alone.”

“Oh,” she bit her lip and looked at her lap, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. She began to collect her things and shuffle out of the booth but he impulsively reached across the table to lay a hand on her silky forearm, leaving goosebumps in his wake.  

“Um…no, stay.”

“Okay,” with that she returned to her position in the corner, glancing up at him and sending an appreciative smile now and then.

That was the end of their short conversation and yet he was captivated by her. He pulled out his laptop and began typing – not of a dead boy but of a strange girl that had made him feel alive.

Every night mimicked the last, they would sit opposite one and other, he would write and she would read and draw. Over the weeks, she ventured further and further away from her corner, eventually ending up with her things splayed over the table and her slender hands cradling her head as her eyes followed the words on the pages of her book or her pencil traced patterns and illustrations in the margins. They would share nothing more that hello’s and secret glances and yet he could feel himself falling for her more and more.

The first time he kissed her was on a Tuesday evening, six weeks from the first time they had met. She had left the diner and he watched as she glided through the chocklit shoppe and out of the door. He immediately missed her presence. It was an impulsive decision but Jughead leapt up and followed her. She whirled around and to face him as she heard his footsteps leaping towards her. He stopped and they both stood there in silence, gazing at each other.

“Jughead?” she asked inquisitively, her voice quiet even amongst the silence around them.

“(Y/N)…” he breathed, suddenly flustered and full of want “…I-I think you’re amazing.”

She blushed and let out a small giggle, looking straight up into his eyes through thick lashes. He closed the space between them, his tall lean body enveloping her. He brought his hand up to cup her cheek, brushing her bottom lip with his calloused thumb. She closed her eyes and tilted into his touch, relishing in his presence. He leaned down and presses a tentative kiss to her lips, gently so as to keep her from breaking. His arms encircled her tiny, fragile frame, shielding her from reality and isolating the two of them. He pulled away and she craned her neck up at him, taking in his features.

“You’re wonderful too, Jughead.”

Maybe I’m just silly idk but I honestly get so flustered when people tag my art as “art goals” or “inspiration” or the likes because I remember when I was 13/14 drawing so much & telling myself to experiment & get better cause I wanted to make amazing content & to see people tag my art as such is so??? IDK it kinda shows me I’ve come a long way & I can only hope I get better 💖

tl;dr: if you tag my art with really positive tags, I will blow kisses in your direction

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oh man. i was going through my brother’s ipad (which was honestly a huge part of what made me get into art, just the ability to use it to draw even if i only had my fingers to use as pencils cause ipad styluses are expensive ) and found this gem from 2014 which is probably one of the first things i ever drew and was very proud of and oh boi. 

i remember drawing this while waiting at the airport and the plane was taking forever and when i finally finished this i was like “wow, this is pretty good". it took me an hour just to finish that, mainly cause of that dual colored background you can see i put a lot of effort into. 

so i was just looking at it and i thought, well, what could i achieve now? (so naturally, i doodled yamaguchi.) i mean, i always bring myself down because i see my art and i see other peoples art and i’m like, “holy hell, i’m shit”, but never think about how much i’ve improved along the way and this was a great eye-opener for me. 

i still think my art has long ways to go but i’ve definitely walked a long distance since i started too. i guess this is just me trying to say don’t give up doing what you like to do!! perseverance pays off (yams is a great testament to that - that’s why i love him). don’t expect to become great overnight, if it were that easy, everyone would be an artist.

tl;dr: don’t compare yourself to others, compare yourself with yourself.

She Hates Me

A/N: Is this terrible? Idk maybe, really it’s up to you to decide, but I do think the idea is good. Cole said that they were probably going to play the Ethel x Jughead angle on Riverdale in an interview and the idea of a Jealous!Ethel kinda inspired this thing + I’m playing off on the shadiness seen in 1x03 
Feedback is always greatly appreciated! 
p.s.- I apologize if there are any mistakes. 

Pairing: Jughead x Reader x Ethel

About: Ethel targets reader’s anxiety when she feels like the reader’s relationship with Jughead is much more than friends, and maybe she’s right causes the reader to avoid Jughead

Warnings: I think there’s a swear in there somewhere and the beginning might be a bit triggering as it’s Ethel being a meanie + mention of anxiety

Word Count: 2,500, give or take a few


           You’re too much of a nervous mess to make sense in any sort of conversation, aren’t you? No wonder he never talks to you, he probably just lets you hang out with him out of pity. Your anxiety is a damper to be around so how about you just leave Jughead alone. He doesn’t need you in his life and he sure as hell doesn’t want you in it either, so maybe it’s time for you to finally get the memo.

           Ethel’s words echoed in your head as you walked home with takeout from Pop’s, a place you had loved to take refuge in, now an environment full of negative emotions– too much of them to bare all at once. Jughead and you had been close friends since middle school because of the sitting arrangement in your English class at the time. You didn’t think anything had changed between the both of you, well not until Ethel crashed joined your quiet nights at Pop’s with Jughead.

           She’d constantly make conversation with Jughead, and crack jokes that made him laugh chuckle. You were happy there was a girl interested in him, except that she was a total bitch to you. Scratch that, Ethel didn’t even acknowledge your presence or the comfortable silence that there was between you and your best friend before she got there. Jughead either didn’t notice or didn’t care and would just continue to type away on his laptop while listening to Ethel talk.

           Then the incident between you and Ethel happened whilst Jughead was in the restroom. This was the first time you and Ethel were left alone with each other. You wanted to start a conversation with the girl who showed such fondness towards Jughead, but found it hard to start a conversation with Ethel as she glared at you. You had already felt incredibly uncomfortable and felt close to tears seeing Jughead not need you as company anymore, but when she let those harsh words out you left immediately. You didn’t understand why she had it out for you, but she definitely seemed to embody the voice in your head. You could barely walk as you were struggling to breathe, so thank God Archie had found you on his way to Pop’s.


           It had been five days since you and Jughead had spoken. You had tried to distance yourself from him and Jughead had noticed your efforts. He tried to talk to Archie about it, but he said that he promised you not to meddle. Archie didn’t agree with what you wanted, but he also didn’t want to see you in that state of distress again. Jughead wasn’t sure what he did wrong as he hadn’t noticed anything off the last time you guys hung out. You had left early because of some family issues, but family issues always seemed to arise more often nowadays. 

          Ethel seemed to appreciate the time alone with him, but Jughead felt uncomfortable being there with her by himself. Not to say that Ethel wasn’t great company, which she was, but she kept on interrupting his thoughts every time she spoke. Jughead rarely heard you speak when the both of you were at Pop’s, but he liked the way your voice was smooth every time you ordered despite knowing that you felt terrified that you were going to say it wrong.

          Jughead somehow managed to make eye contact with you despite being in the middle of a crowd, but you quickly looked away. You didn’t want to face Ethel or Jughead, but having a class with both of them and Riverdale being such a small town made the endeavor extremely difficult. You had a feeling Jughead knew what you were doing and was just letting you be, but you secretly hoped that he’d get fed up with your antics.

           “Y/N!” you heard Veronica call after you, so you turned around and waited for her. “It’s been a while girl, what’s been up?” Veronica said as she linked her arm with yours. Veronica was very kind to you and you appreciated the kindness she showed not only to you, but to all her fellow girls (unless they somehow managed to not deserve it).

          “Nothing really, just that meandJuggiearen’tfriendsanymore,” you say quickly.

          “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I caught any of that,” Veronica let out a small laugh and pulled you aside from the crowds of students walking in the halls.

          “I said that Jughead and I aren’t friends anymore,” you took a deep breath while Veronica looked more confused than ever.

          “You and Juggie were so close, though. Kev and I were even hoping the both of you would end up together,” Veronica admitted. After the whole Ethel ordeal, you had started questioning your feelings toward Jughead, sure, but you had only confused yourself further.

          “Well it doesn’t matter, Ethel brought some interesting points up last time I hung out with Jug,” you say, crossing your arms across your chest. Jughead saw you again, this time speaking to Veronica, and had decided to talk to you to figure out how to salvage the friendship between the both of you. Of course, neither you nor Ronnie noticed the boy walk towards the both of you.

          “Really? What exactly were they?” it was Veronica’s turn to cross her arms across her chest. Her eyes were narrowed as if she knew that you weren’t about to say anything good. She was right, of course, but that didn’t make it any easier. “Wait if you and Jughead were hanging out, I definitely hope you would call it a date, but why the hell was Ethel there?” her face was scrunched up in disbelief. Veronica once thought of Ethel as brave, and she was, but now she was beginning to wonder how much shadier that girl is. Jughead was at earshot at this point and started to piece things together in his head, stopping in his tracks.

          “It wasn’t a date Ronnie, you talk in those. Jughead and I hardly speak when we’re at Pop’s. As for why Ethel was there, she just sort of self-invited herself I guess. She asked me what I was doing one day and then she had just decided to tag along. And then she started to tag along for all of the times Juggie and I were at Pop’s,” you shrugged, your arms no longer crossed. You hadn’t noticed how much it bothered you until you said those words aloud. “Anyways, she just told me that Jughead probably only hung out with me out of pity, why else wouldn’t he speak to me when I’m obviously sitting across from him?” Veronica noticed you biting your lip from saying anything else.

          “Is that all she said Y/N?” Veronica asked, and you shook your head looking down at your shoes as if they were the most interesting thing in the world now. “Tell me what she said right now or I’ll get her to tell me herself,” Veronica’s tone was deadly, so you sniffled and mustered up all the courage you had to tell her.

          “She said that Juggie doesn’t need me in his life and that he doesn’t want me in it either,” Veronica’s face softened at your words. You had started crying so Veronica hugged you. “She was so mean Veronica, I mean who says these kinds of things to someone?” you pulled away from her embrace, cleaning up your face and wiping the tears away. You knew that you had told yourself those things, but it was easier to brush off when you could blame it on your anxiety. You definitely knew you looked like a complete and total mess because of that brief crying session. “I don’t even like Jughead in that way, I think. I’m just so confused and I don’t know how I feel and I just- it’s been five days and I miss him, Ronnie. Why do I miss him so much?”  

          “Because you care about him, and I sure as hell know that he cares about you, okay?” Veronica says reassuringly. “I think the best thing for the both of you right now is to talk to each other.” Archie had said the same thing, but you made him swear that he wouldn’t tell Jughead a thing. 

          “I doubt he’d want to speak to me, I’ve been ignoring him all week,” you let out a humorless laugh. Your face was blotchy, but you were no longer crying just sniffling from time to time. You felt the anxiety building up in the pit of your stomach just thinking about it.

          “I’d like to disagree,” Jughead said from behind you, making you tense up. “How about we ditch and go to Pop’s to discuss this Y/N, think of it as a way to repay me for the avoidance.”  

          “Go,” Veronica insisted as the bell rang. You nodded and sent her a small forced smile before turning to face Jughead.

          “Lead the way,” you mumble, keeping your head down.


           Sitting in a booth at Pop’s next to Jughead made you feel sick. You wanted to curl up in a ball and cry while hoping the earth would swallow you up whole.

          “Earth to Y/N,” Jughead snapped you out of your thoughts. Your eyes felt droopy so you didn’t bother to turn and look him in the eyes, not like you would have been able to anyways. You hummed to let Jughead know you were listening. “So now you’re spacing out on me?”

          “Sorry,” you mumbled an apology. You had to try to stop distancing yourself from the feelings this place brought or else no progress would be made. Your therapist had told you that before, and now you were finally taking her advice.

          “Why didn’t you tell me?” Jughead asked, wanting the answers he should have asked for from the very beginning.

          “Tell you what exactly,” you weren’t about to start talking about the wrong thing, especially considering the fact that it wouldn’t have been the first time you did that.

          “About Ethel. Why didn’t you tell me she basically targeted your anxiety?” it was hard for Jughead to get through asking the question.

          “I didn’t want you to confirm what she had said,” you said quietly, shifting in the booth.

          “You actually believed her?”

          “I didn’t want to, but then I started analyzing everything and I noticed how our dynamic had changed from talking at all times to now hardly even saying any words when we’re near each other–”

          “That’s because we can literally make eye contact and have a full conversation Y/N… I don’t hang out…,” Jughead trailed off again, the words he was about to say felt as if they were burning his throat. He sighed, “Y/N I enjoy your company, just sitting across or next to you is good enough for me. I don’t need to have full conversations with you because you know me well enough to know that whenever I start whining like a baby when you get up it’s because I want you to grab me more food, or that when my hands are carefully tapping at the keyboard of my laptop it’s because I don’t know how to continue. You start talking about your day in hopes that I’ll figure out what to write and if I still haven’t started typing anything you start listing words alphabetically, which actually does help.

          “I’m the only one who knows that you only get the crease in between your brows when you’re trying to remember something you forgot and that when you start to fidget with your hands it’s because something is bothering you and making you feel uneasy. Y/N, I never want you to feel uneasy when you’re around me,” Jughead grabbed your hands. You hadn’t noticed you were fidgeting with them, you also hadn’t noticed that you were barely breathing.

          “Juggie I don’t know how I feel about y-you being this close to me,” you had said, barely above a whisper. You didn’t know what compelled you to tell him this information, but you felt the need to acknowledge it.

          “You think I do? I’m not even sure why I’m still holding your hands,” he said, his voice sounding deeper as he spoke at the same volume you did. He didn’t let go of your hands and instead, you quirked your eyebrow at him. He smirked, knowing that you were recalling the last time you held hands with each other. You gave him a small smile and noticed his eyes flickered towards your lips. You felt the need to do the same, and you remembered a time when you wondered what kissing was like.

          “Remember that time you let me kiss you?”

          “I remember the kiss, I don’t recall letting you,” you laughed at his reply, your forehead resting on his chest and your hands still intertwined.

          You were both no older than 13 as you walked next to each other on your way home. The friendship between the both of you had barely reached its first year of existence, while your anxiety was hardly existent. When you finally filled in the silence with a question, it was definitely not one Jughead saw coming.

          “Have you ever kissed anyone?” Jughead had scoffed, but you were genuinely interested.

          “Oh you’re being serious,” he said, as if he was surprised when you were indeed inclined to know.

          “’Course I’m being serious Jug.”

          “No Y/N, I have not kissed anyone. Have you?”

          “Nah, but I wonder what it’s like.”

          “It’s like exchanging saliva,” you gave Jughead a shove as the both of you laughed lightly. You guys neared your house and you were bummed you had to leave Jughead’s side.

          “Thanks for walkin’ me home Jug.”

          “It’s not a problem, you should know that by now. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

          You smiled and he seemed satisfied with that response when you planted a kiss on his lips. He was so surprised he didn’t even get to kiss you back, but you were happy with what you had gotten.

          “Not like exchanging saliva at all,” you grinned at him and skipped your way to the door. “Bye Juggie, I’ll see you tomorrow!” and with that you went inside.

          “When did everything get so complicated?” you ask, looking up at the boy. Your anxiety levels grew exponentially a month after that because the arguments between your parents grew just as much.

          “When we started to experience different types of feelings at the same time probably,” you hummed in agreement and a quiet fell over the both of you. You sat up straight in your seat, making eye contact with Jughead, but neither of you could explain why there was a feeling of panic being shared between the both of you. Maybe it was just nervous jitters that you were both feeling, but it felt a bit too suffocating to just be that. The both of you seemed to make a subconscious effort to lean in, but separated from each other, hands no longer being held either.

          “We should figure out how we feel about each other first?” you say but it comes out as a question instead of a statement.

          “Yeah,” Jughead said quickly, which made you laugh. “I mean, yes. We should definitely get our feelings straight before moving ahead.”

          And with that, you guys shook on it.

Georgia Gal

Pairing: Bones x (Southern!)Reader

Word Count: 1914

Warnings: Some swearing, general bar creeps

A/N: Not my first fic ever but my first Bones fic! Very loosely inspired by Ed Sheeran’s “Galway Girl” (maybe if you squint?). Let me know what you guys think!! 

You weren’t quite sure how you kept ending up in this situation - settled in alone a noisy bar with your friends long gone and tongue deep in strangers by now.

“I need to find better friends,” you muttered to yourself as you knocked back what was left of your drink.

“Well, then it’s lucky I’m here” came a cocky voice from your right.

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ive been chatting with @sigalawin about a really cheesy cat cafe au and today i was inspired to actually draw the first part out

hux never figures it out because millicent is nothing but nice to him and he goes to the cafe every day its open to see her and kylo maybe develops a gross crush on him idk his cousin rey certainly seems to think so  

Aizen Sosuke, chilling as Soul King.

I wish I had an excuse but not really, the picture turned into an utter mess, which I mostly like though, just imagine an AU where he won by the first try and now got what he want, though idk if you see, at the edges has it a slight crystallized effect and there are chains, so I leave the rest of interpretation to you ila / @deusuprema, your commentary always motivates me to draw more of Aizen asdfg <3

Lipstick on His Collar (Part Two)

note: this is part 2 of 3!

pairing: john laurens x reader

word count: 850

warnings: swearing maybe

inspiration: i guess this was inspired a little bit by one last time? idk.

summary: there was lipstick on his collar. it wasn’t your colour.

a/n: if you haven’t read part one, you can find it here! i’m afraid this gets less angsty and more redemption arc-y, i suppose, so maybe you won’t dig it as much as it continues. anyway enjoy this part! ft professor washington


Your mind had been buzzing for nine days, filling up with worries and sadness and the overwhelming feeling of, ‘what now?’ You couldn’t focus on work or school – you dropped a plate in the diner the day before, and now you sat at your desk in Washington’s class, so defeated, your hand barely even scratching the surface of your paper as everyone else around you took notes, their pens just background noise to the stampede of thoughts that hadn’t stopped running in your brain. You shook your head in an attempt to get it to stop, just for five minutes, so you could do something useful, but no such luck. You sat in your chair until class was dismissed, and you stayed long after. Eventually you felt someone standing over you. Professor Washington.

“I don’t normally like to meddle in the affairs of my students,” he started off somewhat awkwardly, sitting down in the chair next to you. You could tell this was his first time doing something like this, and the thought almost made you laugh. But it got caught in your throat on the way up. “But you seem… really…”

“Sad?” you finished, giving him a small smile.

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Without You (Part 3)

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Reader x Stiles Stilinski
Words: 1,426
Warnings: frustration. jk idk depends on how you feel i guess. let’s just say this isn’t really the “fluffy” part of the story.
Request? yes or no
Inspired By:
Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
A/N: so this one wasn’t really song inspired per se ??? but i was listening to a lot of pop-punk. but this one isn’t really the fluffiest of the parts but it’s all about epiphany’s but the real enemy is timing.

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So for the people who watched The Titanic, in the end Rose marries Jack in her dream. That beautiful scene inspired me so much to make this. Also these two deserved so much better and that’s also a reason because we as Clexa fans deserved this.

I will also make a little video and put these drawings in it, not sure if it will look good though because I’m a terrible editor.

But anways

I hope this will heal you guys a little bit… Or bring you in tears, give you mixed feeling, maybe a little heart attack following you to scream like a fangirl idk. Be creative.

Love you guys <3
Thanks for the 800+ followers, it means a lot to me :)

                        ————There  are  two  people  you’ll  meet  in  your  life.  One  will  run  a  finger down  the  index  of  who  you  are  and  jump  straight  to  the  parts  of  you  that  peak  their  INTEREST.  The  other  will take  his  or  her  time  reading  through  every  one  of  your  CHAPTERS  and  maybe  fold  a  corner  of  you  that INSPIRED  them  most.  You  will  meet  these  two  people;  it  is  a  given.  It  is  the  third  that  you’ll  never  see  coming. That  one  person  who  not  only  finishes  your  sentences ,  but  KEEPS THE BOOK….

* BANNER CREDIT *

thanks to everyone who’s been supporting this blog by following it/ reblogging/ liking my shit. i truly am thankful to each and everyone of my followers.

Merry Christmas! Chag Urim Sameach! Happy Holidays to everyone!

here’s a massive shoutout to my very first follower @martziplier98. i remember i couldn’t believe that you actually followed me, i’ve been fangirling so much over your blog (I still do though). u gave me hope and inspired me to keep blogging.

here’s some blogs that at some points cared enough to support me or my content (shared my posts/messaged me or whatever) (maybe i just find your blog cool enough idk) : @danisnotoffice, @phantagram, @markired, @pinenuttrekkie, @markimoofeels, @writerlester, @felixskjellberg, @septicjacks, @jacksepticfly, @leafyisherefantic, @bahst, @chillionswho, @harrytipotte, @bottomlock69ever, @howellsexual.

lastly, a few Pewdiepie/Marzia blogs that not only post amazing content themselves, but are kind enough to share my shitty gifsets: @pewdieberg, @partypewds, @felixkjllbrg, @marziahungary, @pewdiepievevo, @slippyfanclub, @kjellbergspie, @pewds-is-so-kawaii, @pixelfelix, @marziabeesognin, @http-marzia. my blog is nothing without those guys.

oh and also shout out to @therealjacksepticeye for reblogging a couple of the posts i’ve made and therefore “promoting” my blog haha :D

soz if i forgot someone. don’t be mad pls cheers x

someone he wants to protect

Remember Chris’s line from Episode 7?

Christophe: It’s not like you to leave the ice and find someone you want to protect, Victor.

I had always assumed that Victor left the ice because he was lacking the inspiration to skate anymore, that it was just pure coincidence that while Victor was pondering things about his career, he found the video of Yuuri’s rendition of his FS program, “Stay Close To Me”, and it gave him a reason to take a break from his skating career.

With the revelation of how Victor had actually come to consider being Yuuri’s coach, it somehow makes Chris’s line more meaningful now imo.

We now, for certain, know that Victor deliberately left his career behind because of the Japanese skater who swept him off his feet in that ONE night where they had fun goofing off together, dancing their hearts away.

Victor may have seen something in Yuuri the night of the banquet that just called to him and it made him think: “I want to protect this person.”

And Yuuri, our precious innocently sexy katsudon, gave Victor the perfect excuse to do so: by asking Victor to be his coach. Something that affected the Russian skater greatly.

Look at how innocent and enamored Yuuri looked at Victor. How could the other man resist?

Everything that Victor did from Episode 1 that related to Yuuri all had a deep underlying meaning. It was never on a whim. Nothing Victor did was ever just a spur of the moment.

Victor had been serious about it all, his heart was all in, from the very start. And it was all for Yuuri.

I know that Yuri!!! On Ice is a Sports anime. But God. The love story behind it all is so heartbreakingly sweet.

anonymous asked:

idk if you've seen any ghibli movies but I always associate pazu and sheeta from castle in the sky with young obi wan and satine. if you've seen it, could you maybe draw satine wearing sheeta's necklace?

I have seen Castle in the Sky, but it’s been a while… Unfortunately I can’t really mimic Ghibli style (cause that would be adorable), but I did a little sketch inspired by one of the scenes (1, 2) that stands out in my mind:

(I figure Satine’s pendant could be one of the opals she wears on her court headdress later)

so i was inspired to draw some kid!Stans thanks to this really cute fic by @aroford

i also just really wanted to draw some baby Stans wearing tiny versions of their adult clothes. i thought the image of baby Stan holding his 8-ball cane would be really cute too, b/c it’d be almost as tall as he is, haha.

idk what the story behind this pic is tho, maybe they found the fountain of youth and accidentally fell in or something haha

Ford’s sweater says “You’re Outta This World!” oh, and the boots he’s wearing are an old pair of Wendy’s that he’s borrowing

(fun fact: tiny Stan had freckles)

group therapy au (part two)

read part one here - no further warnings apply i think! (or read it all on ao3)

Neil had forgotten about the whole Andrew thing until Wednesday came and Abby was dropping him off at school.

“Have fun with your friend today,” she told him as he grabbed his backpack and prepared to get out of the car.

“Who?”

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Games in the Sheets

wonho x reader

fluff 

804 words

anon nymph wished– hello :) can i request 70 “Call me that one more time, see what happens” from the drabble game with wonho? :) and maybe 69 “Bed. Now.” it could be in one drabble or you can write them separately :) (i’d prefer separately tho, cause that’d mean more things to read about wonho ♡ hehe) thank you!

Here is the other half of your wish, dear! ^^ It’s kind of funny cause I struggled for a minute there, but I was listening to DNCE’s-Toothbrush (idk if you have ever heard the song or not) but it kind of gave me a bit of inspiration for this. lmao! I do hope you enjoy! ^^

-S

#69 Bed. Now.

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