idk what's up with my and making these things

that-extra-zero  asked:

So there is this spectrum meeting at my school and I really wanna go but my parents don't really know that I am questioning my... ya know... spectrumness... and i want to go cause i know ill be accepted but i also dont know if im lying to myself about being spectrumized cause im not a fan of the word sexuality and its just idk and idk what to do and its literally eating me inside...

this is a rly common thing that most lgbt people experience! you should go to the meeting! if you feel unsafe, make up an excuse (ex: i was late because hanging out with friends)

My baby boy Takashi Shirogane (*´◡`) I’ll draw the others soon | Redbubble 
(Keith, Hunk)

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You need to be more self aware. I’m surprised you think you can choose your own image. From the audience’s perspective, you’re just a piglet and a kitten.

INTP’s Adulting Problems

Initiating the cleaning or organizing process and making a mess that ultimately doesn’t get fully cleaned because other things are distracting.

Having a low level of anxiety because of how messy a living space is, but also having a similar level of anxiety about where to start cleaning.

Only checking the mail when a package is supposed to come.

Bringing in all the mail and never opening it.

Forgetting to take the trash can to the street for trash day, then feeling bad when the neighbor does it for me.

Winning a staring contest with my bulldog because I am more stubborn than him.

Binge watching a tv show and only watching that tv show until I am finished.

Watching the pilot of 20 different tv shows after finishing my latest binge and not liking any of them.

Buying the wayside school books as an adult and then realizing it is a first grade reading level but rereading them anyway.

Being hungry, but not motivated enough to make food, getting more hungry, having even less motivation, eating cookies and starting the process all over again.

Not speaking out loud all day and then testing my voice to see if it still works.

Making lists on tumblr instead of finishing more important tasks.

Feeling old after yelling “who loves orange soda, kel loves orange soda” to a bunch of youths drinking orange soda and them not understanding the reference

I have no idea how this is going to go, but hell. I want to give it a go. (Ft. My Take on a Galra Transformation)

Keith wakes up one morning feeling slightly run down. A dull ache pulses behind his eyes, and his limbs feel heavy. But, it’s fine, he thinks to himself as he gets out of bed to get ready for the day. He can manage.

Breakfast is loud and bright, maybe a little too loud and too bright. Or, Keith thinks, maybe he underestimated how he’s really feeling. He can make out each sound: forks clinking against plates, Lance choking on food goo while laughing at something Hunk says, Shiro’s quiet sighs. Each sound grates against his ears, and pair that with blinding lights that feel like miniature suns boiling his blood, and he can feel himself growing frustrated as the headache from this morning strengthens in intensity.

Everything is suddenly too much, and Keith politely excuses himself, leaving his untouched food as he books it to the training deck.

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Simon: *peeks out from behind menu he’s not reading*

Baz: *glares*

Simon: *visibly blushing*

Baz: *narrows eyes*

Simon: “So, I was feeling… something… and I did… something…”

Baz: *places down menu in the restaurant they’re sitting at* *takes deep breath* “Simon… what did you d-”

~music starts playing… sexy violins… romantic stylz music~

Waiter #1: *brings giant bouquet of roses*

Waiter #2: *brings giant red velvet cake to the table, adorned with many a decorative, edible flower*

Waiter #3: *brings comically large valentines card over (even though it’s only half way through January)

Baz: *actual rabbit in the headlights*

Simon: *starts babbing* “So, that feeling I was feeling was love and I got carried away and gosh, I was just thinking about everything and things and then you! And then I asked these waiters to come over here and bring all this stuff and so *takes deep breath* Basilton Grimm-Pitch… will you be my valentine?

Baz: *deadpan glare*

Simon: *puppy-dog eyes, looking adorable*

Baz: *deadpan glare*

Waiters: *uncomfortable squirming*

Baz: “SIMON SNOW WE ARE MARRIED!”

Simon: “Still…”

Waiters: *still uncomfortable, now also confused puppies*

Baz: *resigned sigh* Yes, I will be your valentine

Simon: *fist pumps in the air* *whooping and holling with pure joy* *high five’s confused waiters*

Baz: *blushes* *hides behind his menu and secretly grins at his adorable amazing sunshine husband and thanks his lucky stars he’s married to the most wonderfully amazing goofball in the whole wide world*

@carryon-valentines

Story Time in China

So this is probably the best story to come out of my trip and it’s a little more unbelievable than the others, so it gets it’s own post.  

Background: I’m a teacher in a school with a Mandarin Immersion Program and we’re sister schools with this school in China. I’m teaching there for two weeks. While there, the families of our students take us out once a week. (The families fight over us and everything I hear.) Most of the time these families take the westerners out to experience traditional Chinese culture and invite them into their homes. Most teachers went to shrines, museums, or teahouses. It’s really neat and I was hoping to see some of the same. 

Things did not turn out that way. 

I go with a young boy in my class and his mother to the museum where we meet six other students. All the teachers start their trip at the museum and I did it with seven teenagers and one mother. It was nice, but we went through it so fast when my student asks me if I’m afraid of ghosts. The next place they’re taking me to is a haunted house. (FYI we’re in the city, I haven’t seen a house in days.) He asks me if I’m scared of ghosts and I play it off like, ‘well, maybe a little, haha.’ Next thing I know, five of the seven kids and I are getting into a taxi and we’re leaving the adult to go to a haunted house.

 No one tells me much of anything because of the language barrier and I’m semi freaking out about being separated from the adult and becoming The Adult when I don’t speak the language or know anything about anything. 0.0
These kids take me to the corner of a street and then we’re going down into an abandoned, derelict subway station with broken escalators and ceiling panels missing to reveal exposed wires and super sketch underground elements you would expect in such a place. (Why couldn’t this be a teahouse?) It’s an abandoned subway that looks as sketch as sketch can be, when all of a sudden we turn a corner and there’s a nicely lit arcade? And a place for drinks, and kids playing Jenga???? 

We go into this place that’s neat and clean and chill looking called Ghost School and the kids are ready to go through the haunted house after buying bands. There are three girls, one boy student, and me. I am the adult. I do not speak Chinese. I can say a few phrases and that’s it. They take forever to get tickets and the first time they try to go into the house two of the girls freak the heck out and run out to buy extra ghost protection badges that keep the actors/ghosts from touching them. 

Over the next five to eight to maybe ten minutes we make a couple more attempts into the house and the two girls are really scared, and eventually the third girl and boy student get too freaked out and refuse to go in. I’m trying to encourage them and help them get through it, but there is no helping these kids who are scared out of their minds from a cheep knock off FNF jump scare haunted house. They refuse to go in and then I ask if I can try it by myself. They’re super afraid for me and at this point no haunted house can scare me because I’m The Adult in this situation that doesn’t know what the F is going on or what is going to happen next or what people are saying. Ghosts are nothing compared to my cleverly concealed anxiety. 

The haunted house is a cakewalk. People come up say creepy things in Chinese to me and I congratulate them with thumbs up and encourage them to keep trying their best, all the while smiling. These people did not know what to do with me. I did not flinch once. Dead bodies jump scares, screaming people chasing me down the halls…ha, I pay taxes, you can’t scare me with those things! The branches in the cemetery pulled out my hair and I had to crawl through a well and a tunnel in a dress, but it was fun and I liked it. Didn’t get scared though. 

I walk out, long hair a mess, looking every bit the part of a mad grinning westerner in China; I was the scary one. I meet the students put up my hair and they’re so star-struck at this point. “Teacher, you’re so cool.” They get me this card that proves I made it through and all take pictures with it. We walk around, have dinner, I go back to the hotel and the next morning all the teacher are sharing their stories from tea houses and shrines and showing pictures and then there’s me. 

‘Oh, these teenagers took me to an abandoned subway’s haunted house. No big deal.’

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                         Shit Crowley has on his iPod probably

Someone please tell me if this makes any sense

What if Rolfe is the key to find Aelin?

I mean he has a map that can find any treasure right? I suppose Maeve has at least one thing that’s considered as a treasure? one thing that she always carries? so they can track her down?

idk I literally woke up with that in my mind, I think I’m losing it…

anonymous asked:

What I don't like about k/l shippers (tho I'm one and nowadays I'm wavering away from it) is how they treat keith. they always focus on the latter and treats keet like some joke or idk? I know Keith is somewhat problematic but also like shiro he deserves a break.

See, my thing is–I’m pretty sure there must be k/l content that still maintains Keith’s identity. Making a ship work without compromising either character’s agency is something up to each individual author or artist I think, so there’s nothing inherently bad with k/l. That being said, I’ve certainly noticed a trend in k/l fanon where Keith is just a reward to be given to Lance and the whole focus is on him. And I’ve talked about this a bit before, so I’ll just drop some points from that here real quick:

  • It kinda seemed to me like k/l fanon was always sorta more centered around Lance while Keith was just sort of his prize? I think it’s kind of because Lance is more relatable to a lot of people so it’s easier for fans to see themselves in his position
  • After season 2, it seemed a lot of people who liked k/l were mad that Keith got so much screentime and character development, as if it only mattered if either of those things happened in relevance to Lance or k/l and Keith shouldn’t be able to grow and develop on his own
  • And it made me kind of uncomfortable to see s/k scenes that were dismissed as platonic but then people edited Lance in and claimed the situation was suddenly romantic and these edits were praised as being so much better than the actual writing and well developed character interactions in those scenes we had gotten 
  • While k/l definitely isn’t the only ship where fanon does this, I will say season 2 fanon definitely gave me the vibe that Keith was meant to be seen and not heard. 
  • I’ve seen fans hate the BOM episode and even say that watching it was unnecessary, and claim that Keith didn’t deserve to be written beyond the flat, one-dimensional image we had of him.
  • But at the same time fanon loved Keith in the marmora suit because it made for a pretty picture, but Shiro often got replaced by Lance in fanworks even though it didn’t make sense because it was just “better”
  • There’s this idea perpetuated in fanon that Keith is just a pretty boy, someone who’s meant to be seen and not heard
  •  And I feel in a lot of k/l Keith is almost robbed of his agency to just have him act ooc. 
  • In some fanon k/l I feel like much of Keith’s identity is sacrificed in favor of focusing on Lance. Canon k/l interactions in season 3 are much more preferable to me because you see them each develop as their own person apart from just how they react to each other

As for the second part, I’ve always been kind of confused by that. There’s this thing about characters being “problematic” that really unnerves me. Because no character is flawlessly good, you know? And if they supposedly are, then they’re not a well written character. And you don’t have to constantly be morally upstanding and perfect to be a good person. Keith’s raw emotion, his passion and drive and will to throw himself into a war to protect others–it all defines him. And maybe he’s not the infallible hero, but he’s so much more real, and that means something. He struggles with this anger he carries, yes. 

He loses the one person who showed him unconditional love and support, who never gave up on him. So he lashes out in his grief, he loses himself in sudden outbursts, says things he doesn’t mean. “I don’t want to be the leader! That’s just what Shiro wanted!” it’s something he yells without thinking, because he’s just cut open and hurting–and he doesn’t know where to direct that anger, and it kind of coils in on itself and flares out. But then he quickly sobers, looks horrified at his own words and falls silent. It’s not Shiro he’s mad at. And it’s not his team. Not really. But it still feels like Shiro left and some part of Keith feels almost betrayed at that. It’s an admission that sort of slips out–that Shiro talked about giving up before and Keith resents that. Wishes he had never said that. 

But he’s overcome by volatile galran emotion with no outlet–Shiro was always the one who calmed him before, and he’s struggling to navigate the fallout without him:  

  • Joaquim: “He latches onto Shiro at times because Shiro’s sort of the only thing that can really calm him down and keep in check.” (source)
  • Joaquim: “[Keith’s] got this emotional side to him.”
  • Lauren: “It’s kind of exasperated by the fact that Shiro’s gone. Like he’s having a hard time dealing with it, he doesn’t really know how to feel. And I think he just goes back to that inner part of himself where it’s just—he can’t control his emotions. And that comes from the galra side.” (source)

Keith’s grief isn’t graceful or poetic or quiet understanding as he lets go. His loss is a storm–chaos and rage and broken shards. It’s throwing himself into a fight without concern for his team’s safety because he has nothing left to lose. It’s refusing to move on even if the universe needs him. It’s being reckless and relentless. It’s sitting alone in Black lion, “speaking” to Shiro as his confession. All the while ignoring that he has a whole team willing to listen. 

And of course, I’ve been talking post season 3, but–we can take this mindset and apply it to all of Keith’s actions really. Because all his life, he’s been carrying some kind of grief. He has no family. For a long time, he had no friends. He says everyone else gave up on him. Looking at Keith’s character through that lens, I think a lot of his behavior people would label as “problematic” makes perfect sense. Loss has been a very real part of Keith’s life, his whole life–as opposed to the other paladins who are only just now experiencing it: 

  • Joaquim: “I mean, he’s experienced loss–in his life, in his childhood. And Shiro is, I think more so than the other characters is his pillar, is like his big bro. So he felt that loss.“(source)

And I think it really says something that, despite all Keith’s suffered, despite how it must have felt like the universe was always conspiring against him, he still wants to do good. He has no family, grew up with no friends, and has to watch Shiro be constantly wrenched away from him. At that point, he shouldn’t feel like he owes the greater good anything. But “everyone in the universe has a family,” and for all of their sakes, Keith still wants to help. I can’t at all see Keith as “problematic.” I think he’s a victim of circumstance who genuinely cares about others and fiercely protects the people he loves. He’s a multidimensional character who has his faults and strengths, and I adore that. And I agree, he and Shiro do deserve a nice break. Someone let them rest please 

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a/n: i’m never naming anything i write ever sorry. also, this was very hard to write because i’m fucking incompetent. also, shawn is drunk at a country concert which is one of my favorite places to get drunk so i am here for this. also, this is really bad don’t read it thanks i’m just posting it to be able to call my day productive. like, this started out okay, and had some potential, but i really hate the vibes of it idk man just not my fave thing i’ve written but i’m only doing it to make a point to @babyshawwn

synopsis: idk she got issues, he got feels, things get fucked up idk man

word count: a lil over 3K????

warnings: ummm it sucks??? does that count as a warning????


She bursts through the door of his apartment where he is sat on the couch with a bowl of popcorn watching whatever show he is obsessing with at the moment.

“I just don’t get what is so hard to understand about a hook up! It’s not a foreign concept–we get drunk, make out a little bit, do a little more, and then he leaves! It’s not that difficult!” She yells, throwing her bookbag on the floor and collapsing into the couch next to him.

Shawn takes a deep sigh then presses pause on the TV show. He should have anticipated this outburst, after not hearing about another guy in a week or so, it was bound to happen soon. She always rolls in whenever she’s having guy problems, and ever since her relationship with Carter ended, she’s been rolling in quite frequently.

Shawn never complains, though. He’s happy with whatever time she gives him. Her sharing her feelings and frustrations with him, knowing that she can talk to him about anything, makes him feel wanted–needed–and though it hurts to sit back and watch her bounce unhappily from guy to guy when he knows he can give her what she wants, he’s not willing to risk losing her altogether by questioning her about it.

“Alright, who was it and what’d he do this time?” He asks, putting down his bowl of popcorn and turning to face her on the couch.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! do you have any tips on anatomy? i struggle so much at it. your art is so cute btw!!!

hi anon!! thank u so much!! im gonna try my best to offer some tips to u!!!! im still learning with anatomy as well (& im not so good with tutorials…) so bare with me:

SIMPLIFY AND BREAK DOWN EVERYTHING IS MY #1 PIECE OF ADVICE. for example lets start small with a hand. instead of looking at a reference or ur own hand and trying to perfectly capture every detail, look at the basic shape!! its p much a square for ur palm, 4 sticks of varying sizes, and as i have described here the little pouring part of a teapot (idk what its called) for a thumb.

u can apply this anywhere!!! just like the hand, other parts of the body like legs and arms have basic shapes too!! ive seen many artists explain it this way so i picked it up as well, but they have this rhythm where one side is curved and the other is straight (its more subtle in realistic art, but if ur going for cartoony u can exaggerate this too). depending on the drawing or sometimes if my drawing is small i’ll just make straight rectangles for arms or legs but rly it will make things more interesting and technically correct if u show these variations in the appendage shapes.


really the best thing in art ever for me is to simplify simplify simplify, im not great @ anatomy but learning to break things down and represent them in the most minimalistic ways has rly helped me a lot and made my anatomy look better too. to be honest i have not done figure drawings in ages and i rarely use real life references when drawing (IM NOT ADVOCATING FOR DOING SO, I KNOW IT HELPS MANY PEOPLE A LOT BUT I JUST CANT EVER GET INTO IT). whenever i use real life reference, i feel like my art becomes stiff since i tend to replicate the image too closely thus making a cartoony style have the proportion and anatomy of a real person which doesnt really fit the style.. i prefer to study the work of other artists especially animators since they have a great grasp on appealing simplification and stylized anatomy (bc u know its hard to have an animated show thats super detailed). craig mccracken and genndy tartakovsky both have really cool simplistic cartoon styles so i draw a lot of inspiration from their art (and i hope to use varying shapes and exaggerate my anatomy more like theirs as well). 

(one little other important thing i didnt rly mention but ill keep it short since everyone says this. of course u have to practice too. i know it sucks to hear “just keep doing it” from everyone when ur frustrated with ur abilities and dont want to keep doing it, but continuing to draw bodies will boost ur abilities so much. u can look at art and read a million tutorials, but actually drawing will continuously build up ur muscle memory for drawing arms, legs, etc and after a while it comes naturally!!)

tldr practice & study not just from real life but look at how other artists break down and simplify shapes of the body. also remember art doesnt have to have flawless realistic anatomy to look good! there are so many incredible artists who bend the rules of anatomy whether its as a stylistic choice or to exaggerate emotion or perspective, etc.

Me: *sees a car pass my house*
My brain: !!! You’re being watched !!! They’re stalking you !!! Close your blinds !!! watched !!!!
Me: can you like,,, shut the fuck up and be realistic for once please

Rika's back and MC gets left P. 4

Rika is back and MC gets sick at the same time she feels abandoned. Part 1 (x) | Part 2 (x) | Part 3 (x) | Part 4 (x) | Part 5 (x)

  • Rika felt a sense of satisfaction
  • She got off being the one everyone considered the most
  • sure, she lead MC to the RFA
  • sure she made a lot of trouble for MC and the rest of the members
  • But the one thing she did not want anyone to forget or even ever know really was
  • it also meant she could take her out of rfa with ease
  • And they wouldn’t ever know it was her or care if all went to her plan

– Yoosung –

  • From the last time MC invited Yoosung over, he remembered where she now lived
  • Why didn’t I visit her sooner?
  • Yoosung made his way to her building, knocking repeatedly and waiting for a response
  • Where is she? It’s almost midnight…
  • He almost gave up when she didnt answer either calls, text, or the door
  • Rika! Yoosung was surprised to see his cousin walk by
  • “Yoosung, what are you doing here so late?”
  • I came to see if MC is okay, shes been MIA for a while
  • “She’s fine! I talked to her not too long ago and she said that she was going to visit her family for a few weeks. I forgot to tell you guys about it too… sorry.”
  • It’s fine, don’t worry about it! Though, it would have been better if she told us herself…
  • “I dont know the details, but something about one of her family members being recently diagnosed with a terminal illness.. Yeah, it was terrible. She said they started to cough blood and she went to go help them through the process. Poor MC.”
  • You’re genuinely concerned for MC, you’re so nice Rika.
  • “Ofc, shes a memeber of the rfa too!”
  • Sorry, its just i know you dont know her that much, but im glad you guys get along well. Do you know when she’ll be back?
  • “I think after the funeral. Though it may be longer since i dont know how shell be okay after all of that. Next time we talk, ill ask her, okay? How about we go visit V? Im sure hes awake and wouldnt mind if you came over for a sleep over”
  • Yoosung felt like a huge boulder had been lifted from his shoulders now that he knew MC was physically okay
  • He felt bad that she didnt tell anyone that she was leaving to tend to a sick family member
  • But he felt that he would forgive her since she seemed more of a private person
  • I should get her a gift basket when she comes back; poor MC will be greiving when she returns- I could add chocolates and that coffee she likes with an uber soft blanket. Yeah, i wil do that for sure when RIka tells me when she comes back
  • Yoosung wanted to be a shoulder for MC when she came back since she was there for him when Rika was gone
  • he wanted to prove to her and himself and RIka that he was more than just a college student who played a lot of video games; that he was also a capable man

– Zen –

Zen has entered the chatroom.

Zen: MC! Please call me when you get this!

Rika: Zen, I forgot to tell everyone that MC went back to her home country to take care of a sick family member. I didnt want to say anything right away but she told me just recently that it may be a while before she returns because of how bad things are …

Jahee has entered the chatroom.

Jahee: Oh no that’s terrible. Is her family member in that bad of condition for MC to leave without saying bye?

Rika: I am afraid so. From what I know, they are really ill that it is now deemed terminal.

Zen: Oh man, i really thought something happened to MC

Rika: What do you mean?

Zen: I dont know, I thought maybe she got bored of us and left us or something happened to her health wise. I hope she knows that we are all here for her when she comes back

Rika: Dont jinx anything! I’ll let her know though that you were worried whenever we talk again ^^

Jahee: Please do. Id feel much better though if I could talk to her soon. Do you think you can let her know to call me please?

Rika: I will pass the message along!

Zen: me too please, I really miss her :c

Rika: I will, you guys worry too much ^^ dont worry guys, everything will be perfectly fine ^^

Zen: alighty then, i gotta go and meet some directors to talk about my wonderful gorgeous face making its appearance on stage soon, bye~

Jahee: Oh my heart!

Rika: Good luck!

Zen has left the chatroom.

  • He didnt trust Rika
  • He didnt even trust Jahee at the moment
  • He knows he saw MC at the store that night
  • And it seems highly unlikely that she would just leave without explaining the situation
  • Especially if someone she cared about was really sick
  • Would she?

– Jahee –

  • From what Mr. Han had been accumulating she knew what was going on somewhat
  • Though if the rest of rfa should know she didnt feel like she had a place to tell them
  • She did abandon MC just like the rest did
  • She wont deny that what the rfa did to MC was abandon her at a time she would have needed them 
  • despite all MC probably gave up to help them 
  • But she didnt want anyone to be in the unknown
  • Although, she didn’t know if Rika was lying or telling the truth maybe rika did know mc was sick and didnt want to tell because MC said so
  • Jahee didnt want to risk anything by letting the cat out of the bag cringing
  • For now all she felt like she could do was gather as much as she could about people with pneumonia 
  • She would look into it since that was all Mr. Han told her
  • Maybe find some coffee as well for MC and maybe chocolates as she thinks about pleading for forgiveness 

– Jumin –

  • He had no right to act like he should care for MC anymore
  • The moment they all left her, everyone in the rfa lost all the rights to care for MC
  • The only thing he could do was offer her the best treatment possible when he found out what she had it made him very uncomfortable to not know what she was suffering from
  • aside from the stabbing pains of being betrayed that he couldn’t fix for her
  • but that was only if Seven could find a way into breaking MC out of there
  • But he knew the longer they waited the worse she would get
  • When he saw MC through the camera on Sevens screen, he knew he never wanted to know what it felt to lose someone again
  • After he though rika died, he felt like his world tipped over
  • But if he loses MC, he knows he wont ever have a reason to go on living with himself
  • He did find comfort knowing that MC never seemed to have had lost her personality and all that made her so easy to be around
  • By the looks of it, it was all thanks to Paco who never seemed to leave her side
  • Are you almost done?
  • “I want her out of there as soon as possible as well, okay?”
  • Jumin was taken back with how Seven snapped
  • “Dont let it get to you, he always gets like this”  the famous ‘Vanderwood’ who leaned on the side of the wall said
  • I dont want to know
  • He decided he didnt want to get into what Seven did on his own time also bc ‘Miss’ Vanderwood was slightly scaring him
  • “Just get the IP address so we can get there and go”
  • “I cant just do that! Well, I can but there seems to be more stuff this guy is feeding me atm and its all about MC”
  • “Look at it when you get her out of there! Poor girl must be seconds away from kicking the stupid bucket”
  • Excuse me?
  • “DOnt take it to heart, he gets angry when he has to wait before a job”
  • “Shut the fuck up, I still have my taser, you oaf”
  • What do you mean hes feeding you?
  • “I mean, this Unknown guy wants her found but for some odd reason he cant let her go… idk myself, but it looks like hes just doing his job
  • “What makes you say that?”
  • “RIght here it says: Job. No. Yes.- Unknown
  • Isnt that a good thing then? That means we can get MC out faster
  • JUmin didnt care for all the extra side stuff
  • He wanted to just get to the point and storm in there to save MC and take her to the doctors he had on standby
  • Just hurry up!
  • “I would want to bu- OH shit”
  • Jumins heart stopped for a millisecond thinking that MC died
  • When he didnt see anything abnormal on the screen that showed MC he was confused
  • But looking at what Seven saw
  • He understood
  • Is that Rika?

– 707 –

  • Watching RIka give MC injections of unknown substances made him physically want to scream
  • Why would she do that?
  • What was she even giving MC?
  • Where is Unknown?
  • “Damn, white loaf can really go on strong” he ignored Vanderwoods snide comment focusing on V holding MC down so Rika could give her another injection
  • “Let’s go now Seven, no more playing around!”
  • Okay okay, let me just get this on my laptop so we can watch as we go
  • “If we take my helicopter we could be there quicker”
  • Yeah lets do that
  • Seven was in a daze
  • As he looked into the breadcrumbs Unknown was giving him
  • He began to wonder why Unknown even took MC away if he was going to help them in the end
  • Unless he too was forced into do this all
  • But why would Rika do this? What could she gain from this?
  • “Please dont”
  • Seven turned to look at Jumin who looked at him when they heard MC’s voice
  • “Ready or not here it comes~” Rika sang
  • “You both may want to look away” Seven heard Vanderwood say before turning away
  • Not once had he ever looked away from the screen while on the job

  • You begged her to stop
  • Whatever it was, it wasn’t the same anymore
  • You began to remember names and faces but you couldn’t match them together
  • Please stop this, it hurts!
  • “Sweetie, you’re dying anyways, this is me being merciful and helping you go faster. Be thankful.”
  • What about that other stuff? What was that other stuff?
  • “It will all be over quickly if you just listen to her, please MC”
  • You turn to look at the stranger with the sunglasses: who’s MC?
  • Am I MC? Are they talking to me ?
  • You think you know them but you can’t match any faces or names at all
  • “I’d ask if you have any last words you want me to give to someone but at this point, you probably don’t know if you have any friends or family “
  • You shake your head trying to think
  • Somewhere someone has to know who you are
  • Why can’t I talk?
  • You panic; thrashing your body away from the woman and man
  • “Stop it!” You hear it before you feel a stinging sensation on your cheek
  • “Like I said,you’re already dying “ the woman says as she huffs for air
  • The look on her face scares you
  • It looks like she’s enjoying whatever is happening
  • “You should never talk to strangers “ you feel the weight of something hard crash on you holding your face down on the now cold floor
  • “Don’t ever go to places you don’t know”
  • The pressure intensifies making your head build more pressure like it will explode
  • “Rika, that’s too much” you hear the man from earlier
  • Help me please! you silently beg 
  • You wonder why he doesn’t help you
  • “Stay out of this V”
  • You feel something stab your shoulder
  • Then you don’t feel anything at all

– Vanderwood –

  • Seven was annoying
  • Richie rich was annoying
  • They all were pissing him off
  • The rush to get to where this girl was chaotic
  • He was used to the silence that Seven would accompany him with
  • But not like this
  • This silence was deafening and suffocating

– V –

  • He didnt want to harm MC
  • she was one of the good ones 
  • but he didnt want to make Rika any worse than she already was
  • He knew 707 or Jumin must have caught on by now 
  • with the help he got from Unknown, he knew they would make it but not soon enough
  • He made sure that whatever happened; it would all be on him 
  • Even if MC may never wake up again
  • even if Rika would spend a lot of time in the hospital 
  • even if Jumin and everyone in the RFA should come to hate him
  • even if he should become the villain; 
  • he would do whatever it takes to preserve Rika’s legacy and love and pride
  • He just needed for MC to hold onto life 
  • She was already sick 
  • and the medication he had replaced with the medication Rika wanted Unknown to give her seemed to have been working 
  • He made sure Unknown gave her the treatment she needed
  • But he didnt anticipate for Rika to inject her with a strong dose of whatever she had made for MC
  • By the looks of it 
  • it definitely was not the same that he had Unknown give her

– Unknown – 

  • Any minute now, it would all be over 
  • one way or another, MC would no longer suffer
  • He knew that by lying to Rika he was compromising his safety as well as Saeyoung’s
  • But he couldnt kill MC slowly
  • not with what RIka had made for her 
  • No. 
  • Instead, he made sure he gave her the medication she needed 
  • he made sure that Saeyoung would find the bread crumbs he left 
  • He expected Rika to pull something big for the finally so he made MC an antidote to what Rika had 
  • he didnt give it to her yet but he would have to leave it for Saeyoung to find if Paco didnt find a way of getting the vile out of his jacket before they got to MC
  • All he needed now was to find a way to make amends 
  • To MC and to everyone else 
  • but he would do that after he found a way to forgive himself and Saeyoung 
  • because if he didnt make him hate him; none of this would have happened 
  • and MC would have had treatment for this and have never been involved 
  • When would Saeyoung see how toxic both were to everyone else?
  • Especially to someone good and simplistic and perfectly normal like MC. 
  • Did Saeyoung even know?
  • Did his brother know how toxic both brothers were to everyone?
  • Like how toxic they were to one another.

anonymous asked:

So I saw you don't really like shipping Lapis with anyone but I've seen Jaspis and Lapidot as well with a couple other shipping art with her from you. I hope I'm sounding rude I'm not trying to off that way ;_; But your ok with drawing her with Peridot,Jasper, Pearl etc?

it is true that ive experimented with lapis ships before and drawn them a couple times, but ultimately ive come to the conclusion that i dont enjoy them and they make me really uncomfortable (for reasons i didnt understand at the time, and after more thought to the matter, do understand now). i feel that everyone should be able to explore ships theyre curious about and come to whatever conclusion feels right to them about any particular ship! 

as for lapis herself… to give you some insight, she reminds me of some really nasty people ive had the misfortune of knowing, so shes very unsettling to me. she’s capable of some really terrifying things and its all conveniently hidden under bows and flowing fabric and a delicate thin physique.

aaaaghgghhgh i know this is probably going to upset some people, but i feel like i at least owe it to you all to be honest about my feelings so you can maybe understand where im coming from a bit better! 

as for the content i draw (ive had a lot of asks like “why dont you ever draw this thing”), please remember i do this all for fun!! i choose to draw things that inspire me and seem interesting or challenging or just strike my fancy! jasper is my very favorite so… thats why shes in the majority of my art LOL. i do enjoy drawing other characters and ships, but most of the time im the happiest drawing her, so thats what i do! 

“Late Night Conversations” R.MANTLE /Part Two\

Okay, hello my little friends! This is part two of “Late night conversations” 


You can find part one

here!

 


Idk if you interested but I was thinking of making LNC a series like ff. Tell me what you think.. 



IMAGINE ABOUT:

 

Reggie and reader kinda had ‘a thing’ with eachother but when Jason Blossom death comes out. Reggie immediately leaves the city leaving her with nothing but her feelings.


ALSO A WARNING! IT’S A SMUT! (not for virgin eyes!) lmao just kidding


After questioning myself for a good ten minutes, I finally decided to put my shoes on and drive off to where Reggie wanted to meet up. I’m currently in my car, trying to ignore the goosebumps on my body from the lack of clothing I have on. I don’t even bother getting dressed, I don’t want to give him the satisfaction. 

I must admit, I took a few wrong turns on the way because my memory absulutely sucks. The darkness of the sky and the silence of the roads makes my brain explode in thoughts shooting from left to right, expecially withouth anyone keeping me company. 

Despite the fact that tonight will be propably the most yelling-filled night I’ve ever had due to Reggie being an asshole, the only thing in my mind is the fact that I have a final exam in a few hours and I’m shitting myself. 

I finally start to see the old abadoned parking lot beside the theme park. I don’t remember the lights from the building on the inside of the beat down building on the side, but I ignore it. I drive closer to see Reggie’s car parked in the middle of the driveway, facing the park. All I see of him is the desperately pacing posture. 

I turn my music volume down and park a few spaces behind Reggie’s car. 
Anger starts filling my body, making me inhale and exhale strongly. I kill the engines of my car and tuck my phone into my back pocket, unclocking the door and sliding off the seat. 

Just as I shut the door. I see Reggie’s face light up, his hands running through his hair. I start to walk to him, seeing his fatigued body. His eyes seem to be puffy and red, his hair messier than usual, and his presence basically yelling out in exhaustion. His perfectly lined lips pout out, bringing my eyes to stare at them longer that I should. His black shorts and tank top hang off him, adding to his background. 

I walk until I’m inches far away from his body, staring up at his face. I feel like all the anger drained out of me. 

He doesnt say a word, but his hands slide around my waist and his face sinks into my neck, lifting me up as he turns us around. HIs arms hold me stronger and I feel a breath of relief escape his lips. 

If I say something, I might just confess how much I want to kiss his glossy pink lips, so I won’t. I keep my hands wrapped around his neck, allowing his heated body to comfort mine. 

We stand in each other’s embrance for a few minutes before our arms untangle from each other’s bodies. I fold my arms and start to look around, avoiding his eye contact. I lean against the hood of his car for support, feeling my chest clog down at the realization of this moment. 

I feel Reggie’s stare on my head and i turn around to see a sad smile on his face, his eyes blinking with tiredness. His hands go through his hair as a laugh escapes his lips “Shit,” he laughs again. 

It isn’t a funny laugh, nor a sarcastic laugh, it’s just a sad laugh, like the one you make when something tragic happens. It’s scaring me. 

“You see,” he smiles, shaking his head. “h-he fucking told me,” he stutters, another laugh escaping his mouth. 
“He told me not to fall in too deep with you yet look where the hell I am!” he paces shortly in front of me, turning around with every emphasis. “And fuck, I can’t even bring myself to regret it one bit.” he snickers. 

I maintain my silence, not knowing what to form as a response. What does he mean anyway? 

“I mean, it’s me!” he laughs louder bringing both his hands to my side, leaning them against the hood. “And you’re still here?” he mutters sadly, his words speaking into my lips. I see his eyes move to stare into mine, defeatedly searchig for an answer. 

“Reggie, you’re scaring me,” I finally find the courage to speak. I feel the tears forming in my eyes. 

“Hey, hey,” Reggie’s body shifts up detaching his hands from the car and bringing both to the side of my face. “princess, please don’t cry,” he shakes his head, worriedly looking at my face, “I don’t like seeing you cry.” 

I take a deep breath and bring my hands to hold his wrists, supporting them to my sides. “Say something, anything,” he begs.

“Tell my why you left.” I question. HIs face falls at my words, and so do his arms. His hands go down, laying them both on my shoulders before they fall to his side. 

“I can’t tell you that,I really fucking want to: but I can’t, you need to understand that.” he states, bringing his hands up for emphasis. 

“Then why are you ma–”

“Listen to me.” he interrups, stepping closer to the car to stand in between my legs. “Can we just forget about everything? Just for tonight.” he whispers, slowly inching his lips closer to mine. 

I instantly turn my face, regretting it the moment his lips hit my cheek. His mouth stays there for a few seconds, a tired sigh leaving his mouth. HIs head backs away and I turn mine back to him, looking down in shame. I can’t just let him kiss me without an explanation. I can’t let him kiss me and drown every single problem going on. 

“Don’t deny me your lips.” his forehead leans on mine. “Anything,but not your lips.” a small smile forms on his lips, leaning his head towards me a second time. 

I can’t say I don’t wan to just as much as he does. 

I bring my lips to his, answering his question filled expressions. A feeling of relief and warmth take over me and before I know it, my hands are tangled in his hair and my legs are around his waist. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” he breathes in between kisses, tugging at my lower lip. His hands travel down to my waist, rubbing the exposed skin. I tug at his hair harder, bringing his lips closer to mine as I leant backwards in my seating on the car. 

His hands tug at my shorts, leaving them just below my hips. I feel a squeeze around my waist, making me gaps. His tongue licks my bottom lip for etrance in which I grant, thinking it was impossible not to. 

A smile takes over his face, and so does mine. I can’t get over how incredible this feels. Just him. His presence alone is incredible, and to add on his lips kissing mine like this makes me unable to describe him with words. 

I keep kissing his softness, fastening the action. His lips don’t leave mine as a small chuckle leaves his lips before he bites my lower lip. 

My hands go down to his toned front, sliding my finger down to his waist, making his hold on me tighten even more. His lips leave mine as the attach on my neck, forging my lips to let out a barely audible moan. “Fuck,” I hear him whisper as his tongue rolls around my neck, kissing the skin harder. I tilt my neck to give him more access. 

I tug at his shirt, pulling it upwards from his back. His hands detach from my waist and for a swift second, he pulls his shirt off, exposing his toned torso and throwing the shirt to the side. I only have a second to reminisce the beautfilul moonlight shining off his naked upper body before he walks adjacently to me and reattaches his lips to my neck. I let my legs wrap around his waist once again, pushing him closer. 

“Off,” he rasped heatedly, tugging at my shorts. I do as he says without question, liftin my bottom off the car for him to tug it off aggresively, pulling it down to my legs and letting it fall to the floor. 

I feel a sudden shiver taking over my body due to the exposition of my legs. 
His fingers stroke down my thigs, slowing down my breathing. His kisses soften, leaving his lips on my neck long enough to drive me crazy. Small hot breaths come out of his mouth as whispered growls fall off his lips. 

Reggie’s heavy breathing becomes more evident as his face turns to me, a hungry look in his eyes. I blink at him innocently, knowing his lips won’t stay unaccompanied for long. Just in time, they come in the contact with mine as he shoves his hips to mine. 

His lips press lightly, ghosting over mine before gradually pressing his panting chest over mine. One arm arond escapes to my back, the other in my hair, Reggie keeps my head in place as his lips do their magic. 

It doesn’t take long for Reggie to fumble with my shirt, and I allow him to tug it off the way over my head, detaching our lips for a moment. I crave his touch every second he pulls away and I honestly don’t know whether it’s a good think or not. 

“You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you look right now.” he breathes out, pressing his forehead to mine with a smile on his lips. 

I let out a chuckle, feeling at ease with his body this close to mine. His close proximity and build up height makes me feel safe. I pull his back with the waist of his shorts. A smirk form on his lips as he makes his way to mine, his tongue immediately asking for etrance. I grant his wishes, letting both massage over each other. 

I feel frustration ruch down my body and heat forming by the second in my lower region as his hans roam over my body, squeezing the side of my torso and shoulders. 

I wrap my legs tighter around him as his lips fall to my ear, placing a gentle kiss behind it. His lips go lower, kissing down my chest multiple times before they go even further. I throw my head back and let my hands support me as I lean them against the car behind me. 

Reggie’s large hands over my stomach,rubbing all over my skin until his thumbs reach my midriff, making my stomach sink for a moment. I love his touch, and I especially love when it’s on me. Oh how things would have turned out if I had left the moment he didn’t admittet to not wanting to talk. 

“You know I’m mad at you, right?” I breathe out 

“Mhmm,” he moans, ignoring my statement. 

I don’t hesitate before I bring my head back up and let my hands go straight to the hem of his shorts, fumbling with his waistband, mildly tugging it lower. 

His body stands in between my leg as his mouth ghost over in short breaths over my chest and back up to my neck. 

My lips brush against his, taking his lower lip in mine bitting down the skin.
Both his hands rush through my hair, tuggin near the roots. I put my hand on his crotch and squeeze gently. I feel his erection increasing underneath my palm. “Oh no, princess,” he smirks. “no toughing.” 

My head gets fuzzy at his words, feeling my wetness increase. “But–” I argue, a heavy breath leaving my lips. 

What did I say?” he growls, pulling my hair down with one hand, not using much force. His other hand falls to my waist, playing with the thin waistband of my underwear. 

I feel my breathing hitch at his touch as his fingers stroke my waist, gradually bringing his long fingers to run over my entrance, painfully slow. “Already wet for me, princess? i thought you were mad,” he smirks, tugging his hands in my hair harder. 

I moan loudly at his action, only to have his hand untangle from my hair and cover my mouth tightly. “There’s a security guard sitting inside that building right there,” he hisses. “so I’m gonna need you to be very quiet, alright baby girl?” 

I nod my head at his demand, not knowing that the hell’s taken over me to act like this. 

His hand strokes over my cloth covered etrance forcing me to roll my hips on his. His hand mover from my jawto my head, pushing it on his neck. I take his meaning, starting to guide my lips on his neck, kissing over the heated skin. I feel his member grow as he stands in between my leg. 

My brain doesn’t register any thoughts or screaming voices, not anything but feeling of pleasure as his hand slides my panties to the side, diving two of his fingers inside me. 

I let out an unconscious moan, throwing my head back as his fingers pump harder into my tightness. “Fuck,” I breathe out, hearing his soft grunts fall out of his lips. 

“Does it feel good, princess?” Reggie groans, continuing his movement. 

His tumbs reaches over the top of my etrance, rubbing gently as my hips grind into him. “Reg,” I breathe out unkowingly. 

My moans come out struggled and guttural the closer I came to my climax. His fingers move futher and faster into me as he feels my tightness. 

“Bite down my shoulder,” he demands. “you make one sound, I’ll take you right on this car, you understand?” 

I smirk at his words, knowing this is definitely a new side of Reggie I didn’t know. I gasp as I feel my climax getting closer. I bring my head to his exposed shoulder, letting my lips brush on the skin as he rubs faster. 

Silent moans leave my mouth before I feel my high coming through. I let out a breath before I command his demands, bitting down his shoulder as hard as I can as I finally come. 

“Good girl,” I feel his hot breath over my ear as he whispers, his voice shaky and a sense of frustration leaving his tone. 

His fingers pump into me a few more times before he pulls them out, sliding my panties back on their original place. He brings his hand to his mouth, cleaning up the juices off his fingers. It’s official, he’s a different person. 

I lean my head on his shoulder, breathing out heavily in pleasure. Both our bodies straighten up, loud gasps for air falling from our lips. His hand comes in contact with my head, bringing my face to his as he strokes my cheeks. His eyes meet mine, a certain light glowing in them. 

“Princess,” he sings “I don’t think you understand how much I want you.” he whispers, his face edging closer to mine. “I want you in every way a person can want another. I want all of you, every piece.” he grits. 

“Reggie,” I bring my fingers to touch his chin, inching it forward to look at me. 
you already have me. I’m yours just as much as you are mine. “ 


PART ONE 

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