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Day One: Homesickness

Thought I’d start off @vldangstweek with something that turns from angsty to fluffy, just because, based on the rest of this weeks prompts, it’s gonna get waaayyyy angstier (knowing me, anyway). Everything will be tagged with vldangstweek and any of my usual angst tags (angst, langst, klangst, etc)

Let my children go home, they’re stressed and tired (under a cut for length).

“Come on Lance, one more time! You need to defeat this gladiator before I can allow anyone to go to dinner!” Allura shouted down from the observation deck.

The quiet groans of his teammates filled his head and Lance winced, stepping back to stand his ground against the bot attacking him. His vision wavered over his helmet and his fingers trembled against his bayard, unable to form it because of the close range combat style. He grunted, rolling as the bot dove for him, sweeping it’s legs out from under it and sending it to the ground. Briefly, he heard Hunk’s cheer of encouragement in his comms, and then the bot was back up again, charging at him.

Lance sighed, side stepping the bot and pressing his shaking hands to his head, trying to stop the swimming feeling in his brain, the burn at the back of his throat and eyes, the tightness in his chest. He took a hit, hard, and fell backwards onto his ass, teeth clacking together.

“Dude, seriously, we’re starving!” Pidge called out. “You need to beat this!”

Lance took a shaky breath, shooting a glare at the deck. “You want me to beat it? Fine. I’ll beat it.”

Before the bot could get any closer, Lance whipped out his bayard, transforming it in the process and ignoring Allura’s shouts of this being a hand to hand fight. Within seconds, the bot was in a smoking heap on the floor and Lance was shaking, sweat curling down his forehead. Allura stormed out of the observation deck and onto the main floor, eyebrows furrowed. “That was not the assignment, Lance. You’ll have to do it again.”


“Excuse me?”

Lance ripped off his helmet and chucked it to the ground. When he looked up, Allura took a step back at the ferocity in his face, the tears in his eyes. “I said, no. I’m not doing this bull shit anymore. They’re not either,” he snapped, pointing towards the deck. “You don’t get to treat us this way, we’re the only reason you’re not dead or still in those stupid pods. You called us family, Allura.”

His voice broke and his lip quivered as he stumbled back, shaking his head. “You don’t get to treat family like this. Not when we’re doing all of this for you.”

He swallowed and spun on his heel, storming from the room. Allura hesitated, glancing back at the deck only to find the rest of the paladins and Coran standing behind her. She studied the group, noted the lines on their faces and the bags under their eyes, and frowned. “Do you all agree with him?”

They remained silent for a moment, glancing at each other. Hunk spoke up first, his voice gentle. “Yeah. I do, at least.”

“Me too,” Pidge piped up, staring at the floor and fiddling with her bayard.

Keith nodded silently, rubbing a hand up and down one arm and looking off to the side. Hunk huffed. “Allura, we…I would say we’re homesick, but I don’t know if that covers all of us.”

“We’re Earth sick,” Keith offered. “And Lance…”

Shiro spoke for the first time. “Lance has the most family to miss out of the five of us.”

“And honestly?” Hunk muttered. “You yelling all the time, you pushing him, and us, all the time? No breaks, no relaxation time at all? I’m amazed he didn’t snap before this.”

Allura swallowed. “I’m…”

“It’s okay,” Hunk promised. “We understand, you want to stop the Galra, stop Zarkon.”

“But you have to remember that we’re all volunteering to do this,” Pidge said, fidgeting from foot to foot. “There’s nothing keeping anyone here other than empathy. Don’t give Lance a reason to stop caring, or he will leave.”

Allura bit her lip and glanced over her shoulder. “I should go-”

“No,” Keith said firmly, stepping forwards and resting a hand on Allura’s arm. “We got this. You two go get dinner.”

She and Coran studied the paladins for a moment before nodding in agreement and leaving the training deck.

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so uh, i’m having an emotional crisis since voltron ended and i just?? want more??? i haven’t pined for a series like this in so long ahahaha

so now have that blade-of-marmora!galra!keith + altean!lance au that nobody probably wants feat. eventual mutual pining

Inspired by this art of rachelhuey (thank u for letting me running away with your ideas!!!)

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anonymous asked:

I have a character who is a thief, and for squeezing-in reasons she can't have anything but leather armor. So, what weapon would she carry around in case she gets caught by any full-armor-wearing enemy? I was thinking a Misericord? Thank you!!! *hug*

I feel like we’ve covered this before. A dagger isn’t going to do much when you’re fighting against an armed and armored guard. For that matter, neither is the leather.

If your character’s going to be going up against guards who are armed with sidearms (maces, swords, whatever), going after them with a dagger in a straight up fight is suicide. A knife fighter needs to get much closer to the target than a swordsman. This means they need to get past the sword. Against any competent, or even semi-competent combatant, trying to rush past the sword will end with your character impaled.

The obvious solution to carry a sword of your own, isn’t necessarily an option either, because 99% of the time, it’s just going to get in your character’s way. It will hit things, get snagged, make noise, and this will draw the attention of those same guards your character is trying to avoid.

If they wanted to make good on killing people with the dagger, then their best bet would be coming in from behind, when the guard doesn’t see them, and slitting their throat. However, this will cause other problems.

Your character is a thief, they’re already a part of the underworld that can easily draw the ire of the people who run their world simply by stealing something too prominent or important. This is a classic genre hook for a reason.

If you have a thief slipping off with a few gems or baubles and getting out undetected, that’s just a thing that happens. It could have been the servants, it could have been a mistake, or it could be any number of other possible scenarios.

However, if you have a thief slipping into homes and killing people, that will make the setting’s elites feel unsafe, which will lead to them pushing the city guard to crack down on the underworld. At that point, your character will put her allies in danger. Remember that old cliche? “No honor among thieves.” When the city guard is kicking down doors, and kneecapping fences, it’s not going to take long for someone to offer up your character’s name, if only because they hope it will let them walk out of their cell with one or two functioning limbs.

It’s worth remembering, if anyone in the setting’s underworld, knows she’s the one who started this, they will hold her directly responsible for bringing the guard knocking through their door, and ruining their livelihood.

As I mentioned earlier, a classic genre hook is a thief accidentally stealing something ridiculously valuable. It may be an ornate artifact with ties to some eldritch power, it may be documents that implicate their victim in some conspiracy, it may simply be a piece of absurdly valuable jewelry. In any of those cases, it can result in a similar crackdown, no dead bodies necessary.

Any competent thief is going to know they should avoid drawing too much attention to themselves. They can still get into messes like this unintentionally, but if a guard spots them, it is far safer for them to run, and escape, rather than stand and fight.

If your character was an assassin, then, yes. I’d say taking a few daggers, a garrote, and maybe a few other fun little party favors is a good idea. The basic thought with fighting guards would be the same, take them out without giving them any opportunity to fight back, or avoid them entirely. That said, assassins are an entirely different animal, they don’t rely on persistent contact with the setting’s underworld the same way thieves do. They just need to get paid, they don’t need to fence what they’ve stolen, or keep appraised of what the City Watch is doing, or stay coordinated enough to avoid tripping over each other on jobs. An assassin just needs a client (who isn’t necessarily part of the underworld) and tools (which they may be buying through legitimate channels and modifying on their own). They may still bring heat down on the underworld, and make life miserable for the city’s thieves, but they’re much more insulated from that world than your character would be.

I mentioned earlier that leather armor might not be a good choice for your character. It won’t do much to protect your character from a guard, but that’s not the real problem. The big issue is that it will announce that your character isn’t just part of the background. Under the best circumstances, a thief needs to be able to blend into the crowd and disappear. If they’ve got a cloak, a dagger hidden away, and a few deep pockets, that’s going to be much harder to spot in a crowd than someone wearing armor.

Beyond that, if your character is climbing or squeezing into places, the leather will just be more weight to move around, and more bulk to pull through tight spaces. Granted, it’s not a lot of weight or bulk, but if her goal is to remain undetected, then it’s not doing her any favors.

Carrying a dagger is a good idea, but not to use as a weapon. Knives are very useful utility items, and that’s no different for your character. It can be used as a weapon, but it’s something your character would probably want to avoid unless they were desperate.

So, stab them in the neck and run like hell, I guess. Or, you know, don’t bring a knife to a swordfight.


On the subject of writing about thieves, or a criminal underworld, in a fantasy setting, the first thing that comes to mind are the Fafhrd and Gray Mouser stories by Fritz Leiber. If you’ve never heard those names before, they’re really worth taking a look at.

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Before, she would have jumped at the sudden and unexpected pressure of someone’s hand on her waist, but nearly half a year in an 18th-century French court has taught Rose to adapt, if nothing else. (Her French is as abysmal as it ever was without the help of the TARDIS, but the court is graciously willing to overlook such things on behalf of the savior of their uncrowned queen.)

Still, Rose smiles as she dances, even if her partner can’t see it. “Someone’s awfully familiar today,” she teases (in mutilated French); probably it’s Henri, a little tipsy from the king’s finest wine, but he’s not half-bad to look at. “Feeling a bit grabby, are we?”

“Oh, you know me,” replies a soft voice behind her, in English, and it’s all Rose can do to stop herself tripping over her own feet. “I’m a hands-on learner.”

Rose’s heart leaps in her chest, hammering madly against her ribcage in time to the music and the steps of her feet below. Over a hundred days since she last heard that voice anywhere but her dreams; of course, she recognizes it instantly. Her grin is so wide now her face could almost split with the size of it. She squeezes her eyes shut, giving silent thanks to any gods that might be listening. <

(The impulse to stop in her tracks pulls at her, demanding her to spin and throw her arms around his neck and maybe never let go, but some part of her is afraid to—maybe she’s wrong, maybe it isn’t him, or it’s a dream, or if she looks at him, she’ll break the spell. So she keeps dancing.)

“And?” Rose prompts, insinuating her hand over his where it rests against her waist. “What have you learned?”

“That your French is atrocious.”

“Rude,” says Rose, but she laughs. She squeezes his other hand, the one leading them around the ballroom along with the rest of the courtiers. “It’s been five and a half months, and that’s all you’ve got to say to me?”

His grip on her waist tightens. “No, actually, it isn’t.”

“Aww, did you miss me?”

“Do you know the kind of trouble you could have gotten into?” he asks, his voice suddenly curt. “The damage you could have caused? Probably caused?”

His sharpness startles her, but Rose shrugs it off. “Don’t worry, I didn’t—”

“You have no idea what you did or didn’t do,” he hisses. “Weakening the integrity of this timeline, exposing everyone to the possibility of Reapers, compromising the safety of everyone here—”

“You mean Reinette,” Rose replies coolly.

“She’s part of everyone here, isn’t she? Or are you so thick that I have to spell that out for you, too?”

Rose laughs again, but the sound is shaky and thin this time, a scoff. “Why, hello, Doctor, it’s nice to see you too! Don’t ask about me, thanks, I’ve been doing just fine in the land of scratchy underwear and no plumbing.”

“I told you what would happen if that time window was smashed, Rose,” he continues as if he didn’t hear her; he’s so quiet Rose can barely hear him over the flutes and harpsichord and drums, but she can still make out the strain in his voice, the bite to it. “I was very explicit. I couldn’t have been clearer. So I’m struggling to understand—and that’s quite a feat, struggling to understand something with a brain as impressive as mine—why the hell you thought jumping through that window was a good idea.”

Twisting in his grasp, Rose cranes her neck to look at him, finally, and there he is, all furrowed brow and tight mouth and eyes glittering with anger, and god, if she wasn’t so irritated with him right now, she just might kiss him.

“That’s what you were going to do, isn’t it?” she asks instead.


Part II

Blue Skies

A/N: Happy Birth @snogfairy! I know I missed it last year but look!! I made something! Fantasy and everything <3


Pairing: Nalu, Fairy tail

Words: 4506

Rating: T

Part: Oneshot (Angst) (Fluff)

Lucy loved flying.

She loved the feel of air whipping through her hair, of the strain on her back muscles as she rose herself high enough to find a current she could rest on, the crisp scent of pure oxygen that swirled above the clouds.

He favourite part of flying, however, had less to do with the act itself and more with the company.

“Bet I could reach that cloud that looks like an upside down cat first!” Natsu called, wings beating steady and strong as he held his position beside her. His wings were coloured like flames, yellows and oranges shimmering in the down of his feathers and close to the arch of bone that structured them, reds a rich jewel tone at the tips of his feathers with blacks and greys scattered along the outer layers like hidden shadows in the forest they played in.

“And what do I get if I win?” Lucy asked, grinning at her best friend’s challenge. While Natsu may be fast, Lucy was faster, not weighed down by a seven-foot wingspan and coiled muscles. Lucy’s wings were much more modest in length, only six feet across, but she knew they were beautiful in a way that was unmatched in her hometown. They were pure white with a soft golden undertone from the down feathers, silver tips of her outer feathers reflecting light and creating a glow that surrounded her like a halo in the moonlight.

Or at least that’s what Natsu had told her that one night they had stolen a bottle of strawberry mead from the guild kitchen and had picnicked along the edge of the lake under the light of the stars.

“I’ll fix all damaged boards and doors in your roost, but when I win you hafta cook for me for a week!” Natsu crowed, circling Lucy in an effort to expel his growing restless energy.

“My roost is damaged because you keep crash landing in it,” Lucy pointed out sourly, following Natsu’s movements as she kept her face towards him as she talked. “I mean I leave the window open every night, how you keep overestimating your landing is beyond me.”

“So you do leave it open for me,” Natsu leered, rising slightly so he could look down at Lucy. She felt heat crawl along her neck and she pouted at being caught. Stupid boy.

“Go!” Lucy shouted instead, allowing herself to drop slightly into the current below them and get a quick boost as she shot towards the cloud Natsu had pointed at.

“Cheater!” Natsu howled, following quickly on her heels. Lucy kept her arms close to her sides, laughing as Natsu cursed her loudly, voice barely carrying through the air rushing past them, words lost to the wind. Time blurred as they raced, Lucy’s heart pounding and sweat starting to bead on her temples and hairline, whipped away before she could fully register their creation. Lucy saw Natsu start to crawl into her peripheral, his eyes glinting with competitive joy and challenge. She swore under her breath, pushing herself to beat harder and cut through the air before her, weaving through different air currents and timing her beats of her wings for the most energy gained, every decision made in a millisecond through reflex alone.

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a blurb of edging with niall? Like him denying your orgasm multiple times until you can't take it anymore. Love your writing!!

Inspired by this

There really is no way to apologize for falling asleep during sex.  No words to even start the sentence to segway into an apology for that.  And being that Niall prided himself on being an above average lover in every sense of the word, that made it even worse.

When Annie tried to start talking all she heard was the grumbly, testy voice Irish accent as he ranted about it.

“Niall, It’s been a rough week.”

“A rough week?!?!?”  He asked as his mouth fell open, “Rough enough that ya fell asleep underneath me?  Seriously?”


He turned on his heel, walking out of the room with his finger pointed in the air,

“Like I’m boring or some shit…I’ll show ya how goddamn boring I am.”  He grumbled as he walked out of the room.  He turned around with his finger in the air, “I’ll have ya know that every woman I ever been with says I’m the best they ever had.  EVERY woman.  EVER been with.”  He turned to leave the room again shaking his head, “Unbelievable.”  He turned around again, this time with his finger pointed into his chest, “I’m a good…no great.  I’m a GREAT lover.  And you’re over here fallin’ asleep like you’re in fuckin’ math class.”  He turned back around, “You wait…we’ll see who’s fuckin’ boring.  Better start prayin’ to some God…cuz your ass will be sore for a goddamn month when I’m done.”

And that was that.  He left Annie staring at him as he walked upstairs to their bedroom, never to be heard from again.  Or at least, not to be heard from for another week.

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anonymous asked:

I know you have already done a lot of the ship posts (and they are all phenomenal and accurate af) but can you pretty please do Jesper and Wylan from six of crows/crooked kingdom? Xoxo <3 <3 I can't get enough of your writing tbh! Your such an inspiration, dude. <3 <3 <3 <3

I’m SO sorry this took so long, you’re such an absolute sweetheart and also christ I’ve never been called an inspiration before holy.. god

also heck i love wesper this is a treat


who is more likely to hurt the other?

don’t.. do this

they’re genuinely so good neither of them would ever TRY to hurt the other, and they’re both so tender and apologetic if they ever do. I think I’m gonna have to say jesper though just because. he’s still a little stirred by his addiction (to trouble! to bringing two guns to a gun fight! to gambling! to love!) and he’s got some jealousy and sensitivity baked into him, bless him. I feel like he’d run a risk and break Wy’s heart by accident, a little bit

who is emotionally stronger?

a genuine toughie bc they’ve both survived and persevered so MUCH. I think in terms of immediate reactionary instincts, Jes is better at letting bad vibes roll right off of him. He’s made of smiles. He’s trouble and a good time rolled into a waistcoat. If you insult him he only gets stronger. Wy was raised in silk and champagne but he was raised BY an absolute monster so. he’s a very bruised peach. criticism pierces him v easily. Though in a more fundamental way, wylan has fashioned his past trauma into a shield. by the end of ck he’s building himself new emotional strength with his bare hands

who is physically stronger?

ohhh man. They’re both noodle boys. Wylan is too smart for exercise. Jesper does his fighting at a 20 metre distance from his target. Jesper is bigger than wylan but most of his size is gangly and delightful and awkward. I think jes could probably still beat wylan in a pinch, but I’m more caught up in how funny it would be to see them try to fight it out

who is more likely to break a bone? 

man I’m tempted to say jesper just bc he seems like he would be…… brittle. I think he gets into scrapes a lot. I think wylan starts to get into p frequent scrapes by nature of being the sixth crow. I think the both of them are so busy worrying about each other’s fights that they neglect their own and trip off a building or smth

who knows best what to say to upset the other? 

I think wylan can be a nasty piece of work when he’s pissed enough. like he may be a silk eared puppy but he’ll chew your shoes and track mud around if you forget to feed him. jesper doesn’t have a malicious bone in his body man, I think he’s a sarcasm queen and a joker but he’s definitely not mean

who is most likely to apologize first after an argument? 

I think jesper’s constantly assuming he did something wrong and he sits down with wylan 100% serious like ‘babe.. im so, so sorry. I never wanted to be the sort of person who made you look sad like that, we’re past that, I truly made a promise–’ and wy would be like ‘what no I was sad bc a screw on my flute is loose and I couldn’t practice today’. but also yeah if it’s a serious fight they make up in a rush, and they laugh at themselves, and they use their energy for something better

who treats who’s wounds more often? 

here’s the thing about the crows man, they’re always sustaining minor injuries as a team and it’s a win if they live, right? All I can picture is the roar of activity when they pull off a job and they come back limping and bleeding and swearing and crowing w joy, and jes and wy take their seats opposite each other and clean wounds, kiss foreheads, smooth back sweaty curls, squeeze hands, make promises. the routine, u kno

who is in constant need of comfort? 

uhhh both of them (it’s always both my guy jot that down). Wylan has 16 years of shitty imposed self loathing to unlearn, and traumatic experiences all over him. jes has lost a lot (including his mom) and he struggles with addiction so like. yeah they both need comfort. they both wake up w the phantom feeling of a mother’s arms around their shoulders. they’ve both seen the very worst of humanity. They’re just two nervy, high stress kids trying to figure things out

who gets more jealous? 

lmao WYLAN VAN ECK did y’all read his scenes in crooked kingdom that boy is NOT SHARING. he glared real holes in kuwei’s head guys. jesper tbh is a terrible flirt and a HANDFUL and wylan is happy. to have his hands full. no one else.

who’s most likely to walk out on the other? 

mmm nahhh

who will propose? 

u bet ur ASS it’ll be jesper. Imagine wylan’s blushing face…… he’d do it for that alone. tbh there’s probably a point in their relationship where jesper’s outrageous flirting isn’t enough to get that pretty blush from wylan like he’ll roll his eyes and shove jes in the shoulder and w/e but they have to have increasingly ridiculous conversations about kinks or w/e until that blush comes out. jesper’s like ‘dang. guess I gotta step up the romance. what’s the most romantic thing? marriage? marrying wylan? son absolutely where do i sign’

who has the most difficult parents?

lmao lm a o lmaooo Lmao LMAO lmao

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? 

I feel like depending on the social climate of Ketterdam, hand holding might not be on the table?? especially for two criminals associated w the bastard of the barrel like idk man I can’t picture it. they don’t want to draw attention to themselves (well i mean. jes wants to. but they can’t). I think they’re all about sly glances and the most obvious smirks you’ve ever seen, and brushing shoulders!! brushing shoulders are their makeouts

who comes up for the other all the time? 

they’re always together man bf’s that blow shit up together and live together stay together so like they rarely have the opportunity to talk about each other. howEVER jesper probably mentions his boyfriend in the middle of a hand of poker w an inappropriate smile or gushes to w/e prisoner he’s breaking out of jail or makes Kaz’s day weird by trying to confide in him

who hogs the blankets? 

wylan is exhausted w luxury and jesper is a child who wants to be held so he rolls over and then over again so that wy always wakes up to a lapful of boyfriend and a roll of blankets and he has to wait for jesper’s heavy sleeper ass to arise so he can get up to pee 

who gets more sad? 

booooth – jesper is understated sad with a side of unnerving frowns, wylan is a wobbling mouth and clenched fists. Sometimes they stay in the Wylan Van mansion and lock the doors so the maids can’t come in, and they bring the lavish decorative pillows into a heap on the carpet and feed each other sweets and rub each others backs and laugh and laugh the darkness away. wylan sketches. jesper poses. there’s scheming & kaz impressions. jesper is a storyteller and he imagines out loud what nina or inej are up to at that very minute, controlling gravity and hearts and the sea and their lives 

who is better at cheering the other up? 

see above ^^ they both go pro at the comfort olympics. Jesper is that little bit better though. He’s a sweetheart with all the right words in his pockets. He knows how to chop wylan’s dad down like the overgrown dead tree that he is. he knows how to flirt a smile onto wy’s face. he maybe lacks delicacy sometimes, but he’s so fun and wholehearted and warm that he can’t really go wrong

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

this is canon y’all, jesper is a lecherous bastard and wylan is equal parts disdain and delight. he absolutely will slap a boy

who is more streetwise?

god bless wylan but he knows a hell of a lot less about the streets than jes. He’s learning fast by the end of ck, but he’s still very sheltered in a lot of ways. Jesper has a few years under his belt, and he’s.. like tbh he’s a part of a gang so. He’s seen a lot. He’s participated in a lot. He has a pretty steep list of kills, same as every other survivor out there. He’s detached from the deaths but he’s been on the other side of a lot of bullets that have crumpled people up and thrown them in the trash. He knows his business, too. He knows Ketterdam. Well. Wy knows the half of it Kaz wants him to see.

who is more wise?

Wylan is utterly brilliant and Jesper is wholeheartedly here for it. What was that line again? ‘you’re cuter when you’re smart’? Wylan can think his way out of just about anything, the world belongs to him. jsyk

who’s the shyest? 

Wylan absolutely what a sweetie. I mean a lot of it stems from unfortunate self esteem issues and a history of being burnt but a lot of it is pure soul deep candy sweet embarrassment and not knowing what to do w his own cute face. He doesn’t know how to deal w people a lot of the time. he knows sheet music & formulas. he does not know how to look at a boy with beautiful lips all curled up at him and not pass out

who boasts about the other more? 

jesper is loudmouthed usually and he’s that much more loudmouthed when he’s in love, catch him talking to anyone who will listen about wy’s stupid face 

who sits on who’s lap? 

jesper would definitely try it, don’t even test him, he would fold all his crane limbs into wylan’s lap and say ‘hello peaches’ and wylan would have to slide both of them onto the floor to escape his embarrassment. on a good day, jes’ll scoop wylan into his lap and he’ll feel quiet, for a while

anonymous asked:

Headcannon of maybe the boys reaction to a s/o drawing their portraits and showing it to them? (I can't tell you how many times I've sumited this to another blog and it never gets answers 😫😣)

Ah, sorry it took so long to get to your request- especially given that you haven’t had this request filled anywhere else you’ve requested (though that has probably changed since you dropped this request in my inbox, huh? :D) I’ll write these as legit headcanons because I’m reaaaaally tired and I just want to get some good content out before I conk out for the night! <3

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Noctis: Noctis admires that you are interested in drawing. Although, given that he doesn’t like getting his picture taken a lot, he’s probably not too keen on getting sketched either. Not to worry though, you end up sketching your sleeping prince because that’s when he looks the cutest! It doesn’t take you very long to get it right- you’re only drawing for fun anyways- so you plan to show him the sketch when you go to visit him at the Citadel during your summer break. When you eventually show Noctis your sketch, you feel a little nervous because you’re just trying to prepare yourself for the very real chance of Noctis getting angry that you sketched him without his permission- and while sleeping at that. But you really wanted to share your work with him, so you took the plunge. Luckily, Noctis is pretty gobsmacked by your talents and ends up shyly placing his arm around your shoulders and nuzzling into your neck in a display of rare affection. “Thanks for this, y/n. I really like it- you can draw me whenever you want- I really don’t mind.”

Prompto: Prompto LOVES to take everyone’s pictures, but similarly to Noctis, he doesn’t really like it when others take pictures of him. He’s pretty much got the same attitude towards being sketched. One time, when you tried to sketch him at the Crow’s Nest, Prompto got so uncomfortable he choked on his food and called it a night early. From then onwards, you learned not to sketch Prompto while he was having meals- although you found his eating habits extremely adorable, you weren’t going to make Prompto feel uncomfortable to capture it on paper. It took you a while to figure out when it would be safe for you to sketch Prompto, but you finally found your chance when Prompto was immersed in an intense game of King’s Knight with Noctis, Gladio and Ignis. You ended up sketching Prompto’s intense look of concentration, getting the angles of his beautifully handsome face just right before you grinned at your final rough product and brought it to your lips to kiss affectionately. Later that night, just before bed, you surprised Prompto with a kiss to the cheek and handed him a piece of paper- the sketch you had made of him playing King’s Knight- before taking a seat beside your boyfriend. Prompto merely stares at it for a few moments before turning to you, tears misting over his usually clear blue eyes. “Do you… really see me this way? Do I look this perfect to you?”

You, of course, nod. “Of course,” you say “you’re my sweet angel and I love you.”

Gladio: Gladiolus Amicitia doesn’t have any qualms about himself or your habit of sketching him doing random things throughout his daily routine. You’ve sketched him while he was working out, you’ve sketched him while he was out on a grocery run, you’ve sketched him while he was in the shower, you’ve sketched him while he was in post-coital bliss… you’ve got a drawing for almost every aspect of Gladio’s life. This time, Gladio’s cleaning his broadsword when you approach him with a pen and paper in your hands. You left your drawing things in the Regalia, so you had to improvise and beg Ignis for a blank page out of his recipe notebook and a pen. Ambling up to Gladio, you grin down at him and plop down beside him while raising your drawing utensils up to his face. “You mind if I draw?” you ask Gladio. Gladio shakes his head, a small smile gracing his thick lips.

“No, of course not. Get my good side, yeah?” Gladio jokes, throwing you a wink before you roll your eyes and get started on the sketch. The two of you sit in mutual silence, Gladio cleaning his sword and you sketching his perfect side profile as he worked. After around and hour, the two of you are finished and Gladio immediately turns to you and wraps you in his large, strong arms. “So babe, whatcha got for me today?” He takes your sketch and smiles down at it adoringly before pressing a tender kiss against your temple. “You’re so talented- thanks y/n. I love these sketches.”

Ignis: You like to draw Ignis while he cooks different dishes. And Ignis enjoys getting a copy of your sketches of his delectable masterpieces. So initially, you’d hidden the sketches you did of Ignis, and just offered him the sketches of the food. He was absolutely thrilled to see how detailed you could make your art, and praised you endlessly. One day, after a particularly trying hunt with a behemoth, you decided that after dinner, you would show Ignis the sketches you had done of him DURING the cooking process of his prized recipes. Ignis is washing up after providing you and the rest of the guys a wonderful, nutritious meal, so you approach him with a rather teeming pile of sketches in your arms. Ignis glances at your briefly and offers you a welcoming smile. “Hello love, something the matter?” he asks, his brow furrowing slightly as he rubs against a rather stubborn piece of dried food on a plate.

You sigh and shake your head. “No, not really. Just… I drew you something.” Ignis’ smile widened and his moss green eyes lit up in excitement. Your heart soared at his reaction. He was always so openly enthusiastic about your art.

“Oh, well then- let’s take a seat after I finish up and you can show me your meal sketches-”

You smile up at Ignis, cutting him off. “They’re not… meal sketches. They’re of something- or someone- else.” Ignis stops his movements for a moment before nodding carefully.

“Okay. We’ll take a look at those then.”

When Ignis finally sits down and views your numerous sketches of him, your cheeks and flaming red. Ignis, however, is dead silent for a few moments. Suddenly, he turns towards you and his eyes a brimmed with fondness and appreciation.

“Y/n… sweetheart. This devotion you have for me is unfounded- I am only a man, and not a perfect one at that. And yet you draw me like I’m divinity.”

You smile and shrug gently. “You are to me.”

anonymous asked:

"you were the lilac blossoms of spring and i was the glistening, murderous lava, yet you still loved me" prompt based-ish on your header image ((it's so cool!! i can't tell what it is but it's so cool!!)



Seung-gil glanced up as a body draped over his back and a camera appeared in front of his face. He barely had a second to blink before the flash went off, blind him momentarily.

“Wǎan jai,” Phichit whined, “Why didn’t you smile?” His boyfriend of two years whined before getting off his back and appearing beside him with a pout and his phone inches from his face.

“What does that mean?” he questioned while bending down slightly to get a better look at the photo. He didn’t mind the photo, it was rather cute. Phichit on his back with an arm around his neck grinning wildly for the camera which he stared blankly at. He made a note to try and send it to himself next time Phichit was separated from his phone, maybe he would have the chance tonight if Phichit fall asleep before him.

“What? Wǎan jai?” Phichit repeated while closing the photo and slipping it away. He hummed softly in confirmation, earning a bright smile in response.

“It’s just an endearment. Nothing bad, promise!” Phichit said with a wink before leaning up on his toes to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“Endearment,” he mumbled while quickly grabbing Phichit’s hand before the tanned male could slip away.

“Yes, endearment. Use one on me,” Phichit gasped, looking up at him excitedly. He stared down at his boyfriend as a light blush covered his cheeks.

“You want me to use-“

“To use an endearment on me. Please!” Phichit begged. He stared down at his boyfriends face for a moment before gently squeezing Phichit’s hand.

“Yobo,” he said ever so softly.

“Again.” Phichit demanded, startling him.

“Yobo,” he repeated, clearly and a little louder this time.

“Again.” He raised an eyebrow, not understanding why Phichit wanted him to say it again.

“Chagiya,” he said instead, earning himself an excited look.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you speaking Korean?”

Seung-gil couldn’t help but snort and shake his head in amusement.

“Lilac,” he stated simply, earning a confused look from his boyfriend.

“That was in English?” Phichit said hesitantly, clearly not sure.

“Yes,” he hummed before pulling Phichit closer, “but you are my Lilac.”

“Why a lilac?” Phichit questioned while wrapping his only free arm around his neck, holding them closely together.

“You are my lilac blossom of spring,” he mumbled while pressing their foreheads together.

“Oh? And what are you?”

“Glistening, murderous lava,” he replied while letting his eyes slide closed.

“Huh?” Phichit mumbled, confusion clear in his tone.

“You are my lilac blossom of spring and I am the glistening, murderous lava. And yet, you still love me.” He mumbled, content to just stand there pressed against his boyfriend.

“Where did that come from, you dork?” Phichit chuckled before shoving him back a step, he opened his eyes just in time to watch Phichit grab his face in both hands and draw him into a deep kiss.

“But I love you too,” the words were mumbled against his lips and they tasted so sweet.

“Can’t Sleep”

A crack SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Countdown

“Why are you still up?”

Simon froze.  He’d assumed Baz would be asleep by now.

“Studying,” he mumbled, “in the library.”

           Baz didn’t say anything more, so Simon tiptoed across the room and into the bathroom to get ready for bed.  His head was swimming with essay nonsense.  He hadn’t expected Penny to keep him there that long.  And anyway, he’d figured Baz would still be who-knows-where and wouldn’t be in the room to see him come in.

           A few minutes later Simon emerged from the bathroom and flopped onto his bed.  Baz seemed to be asleep, or at least he didn’t say anything.  Simon crawled under the covers and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling.  He didn’t seem to be able to close his eyes.  Or he could, but not properly.  They didn’t stay closed.  His mind was still too awake.  He turned over and tried to get comfortable, forced his eyes shut.  Quiet thoughts, he chanted in his head, sleepy thoughts.  But everything he thought of turned to words, and all the words were strung together like something out of a very surreal dictionary.  He flopped onto his other side.  The words prattled on like strings of code.

           Finally, he simply sat up in bed.  This wasn’t working.  He bunched up his pillow in his lap and leaned on it.  His head hung forward, curls falling in front of his eyes. It wasn’t that he wasn’t tired, he was exhausted.  Any position would have been comfortable right now.  But his brain wasn’t having it.

           “What are you doing?”

           Simon jumped at Baz’s curious voice.

           “Just can’t sleep.”  He waited for Baz to retort with something along the lines of well neither can I with all the racket you’re making.  But the scathing reply didn’t come.

           Instead, Baz sat up, too.  

           “What’s wrong?” he murmured.

           Okay, this is weird.

           “I can’t turn my brain off.”

           “That’s new, normally you can’t turn your brain on.

           There it was.

           “Sorry,” Baz muttered, “I don’t know why I said that.”

           “You must be tired.  I was expecting an insult much earlier.”  

           Then Baz did something Simon wasn’t expecting: he smiled.  It was hard to see, but it was there.

           He had a nice smile, when it was genuine. Soft and shy.  It made Simon smile, too.

           “It’s also kind of cold in here,” he added.

           “Three guesses why.”

           Simon shrugged unapologetically.  He had left the window open again.  He always left the window open.  It was closed now, thanks to Baz no doubt, but their room hadn’t had a chance to warm up yet.

           “Just go back to sleep,” Simon told him.  “I’ll be fine.”

           Baz was quiet for a minute.  A long minute.  It wouldn’t have felt so long if the air hadn’t been charged with something unsaid.  It made Simon curious, because he felt sure that he had nothing to say.  

           So what did Baz want to say?

           “You alright?” Simon asked.

           Baz thought for a second longer, then pulled back a corner of his covers and glanced shyly up at Simon.

           “What?” Simon stammered.

           “You said you were cold.” Baz was so quiet he was almost unintelligible.

           What the heck was going on?  Simon hated Baz and Baz hated Simon.  That had always been their relationship.  Maybe it wasn’t one that Simon enjoyed or got much validation from, but that was just them. And what’s more, Baz was undoubtedly the meaner of the two of them, never hesitating to hit Simon exactly where he knew it would hurt the most.

           So why in the world was Baz being nice to him?

           It’s some sort of trick.

           Shut up, Simon told himself.

           He stood.  He moved forward.

           And before he knew it, he was curled up under Baz’s covers, drowning in a warm, heady smell like Christmas.  Cedar trees and citrus.  

           Instantly his head was full of nothing but that smell, like he was drifting through a cloud of it.

           His eyes closed involuntarily, and now they stayed closed.

           “Baz?” he murmured sleepily.


           “I don’t want to fight anymore.”

           There was a pause.

           And then he felt Baz take him in his arms and draw him close.  “Me neither.”

           “Let’s stop then.”

           “We can’t.”

           “Why not?”

           Baz didn’t say anything.

           “We don’t have to fight,” Simon sighed, burying his face in the hollow of Baz’s neck.  “We could just…”

           “Just what?” Baz’s voice came from above Simon’s ears, from somewhere in his curls.


           In the last second before Simon drifted off, he felt Baz’s throat hum as he answered.


anonymous asked:

Hello there! I love the comics and artwork you've created and was wondering how you stay dedicated with making your longer comics. I have a lot of trouble staying dedicated to the comics I'm making due to wondering what people will think of it and feeling like I can't draw anything else until the comic is done. How do you stick with making larger comics and how do you stop yourself from being in a self created art block?

hi there! thank you!!

that’s a tough question though since as of now i don’t really have particularly long comics and this tends to be a pretty personal journey that people go through to figure it out! and i wonder the same thing about people who make graphic novels!! though now i’m starting to understand more about what works and what doesn’t work regarding sticking to a longer story so i’ll try to put a list and some advice that maybe will help! :o

1. don’t go into your project expecting a masterpiece! you’re gonna stress over every little thing about the comic, editing and editing and obsessing until you get frustrated and tired of your comic because it’s not PERFECT and it’s taking you forever to make 1 or 2 pages

2. make your comics for YOU not for other people! while receiving praise from other people is fantastic, you aren’t going be satisfied with your work if that’s what you rely on to feel like you did a successful job. praise should be icing on the cake, not your reason for working

3. change your definition of ‘success’! it’s easier said than done like all this stuff, but it’s something to consider! success shouldn’t mean getting famous. it shouldn’t even be getting a certain amount of notes or anything either if you’re just starting out and you don’t have a following. if you’ve never made a longer comic before, success should simply be FINISHING! once you’ve done that you can set higher goals for yourself

4. ask yourself why you care so much about what other people think! are you afraid of a lack of response? or maybe an actual negative response? don’t let this stop you from making your comics! who cares what people think honestly, like for real!!! if they like it? fantastic!! if they don’t like it? it’s whatever, they’re entitled to their opinion and taste! i know it’s hard to hear–everyone wants people to like their stuff and it’s hard to hear hear/see negative comments. but!

you could make the best thing ever and some people still won’t like it just because it’s not their taste, not because it’s actually bad. like harry potter is super famous and praised and all this stuff and i think most people think it’s good!! but there are some people who just don’t like it or it’s not their thing! and that’s fine! it’s also a book that has some issues but people still enjoy it anyway, if that’s any sort of consolation. and there are tons of classic books that everyone’s gotta read in high school because they’re known for being amazing and wonderful and world changing or whatev but chances are you didn’t like every single one. the only time i think it’s fair to be concerned over what people think would be like…if you made something super messed up like horribly stereotyping a group of people or being real homophobic or something of that nature? in which case you should do your research but i doubt that’d be an issue haha.

5. keep drawing/writing! you are way more likely to get stuck in an art block if you stop drawing and writing. so if you’re in a tough spot in your comic or you’re feeling kind of tired, switch to something else and go back to it. if you’re not on a deadline for the comic then don’t worry about feeling this need to always and only be working on it. do it at your own pace! there’s no reason you can’t work on multiple things at once or take a break from your comic to draw other stuff for fun! you SHOULD be doing that!! everyone needs a breather from their work

6. make sure you are passionate about your story and your characters! you need to really love and enjoy what you’re working on to be able to keep it going for a long time 

7. don’t overcomplicate your story. keep it simple to start! you can add complexity as you go but if you’re worrying about complicated forshadowing and plot details and all this stuff you’re gonna get really burnt out and frustrated. you want an interesting and meaningful story but you can have one without having one thousand crazy plot things happening. one of my teachers says something i like which is “keep it simple, but not simplistic.”

this is what i got for now, i’ll add more to it if i think of stuff! hope this could help!! :’)

Dr. Frederick Chilton / Secret Admirer.

Per post HERE by @xemopeachx
re: Frederick being in love with you from afar.

Originally posted by jarodleto

I also tag @mrschiltoncat in damn near anything Chilton I post because I <3 her and I think she’ll like the fluffs haha.

Was this creepy?

Frederick thought it might be, but then again, all things considered: it wasn’t really the creepiest thing that could happen in the Hospital…

Yet still, he wouldn’t put his name on it. Not on the ribbon that he had tied around the stem, not on the little post-it note he had noticed on your desk, not in an email to explain the slight oddity.

Oh no; Frederick wouldn’t reveal how he noticed the bracelet you wore every day when you handed him the abundance of files you had been diligently working on, nor would he explain how much he loved the floral scent of your perfume when it wafted his way. That would have been creepy- to relay how he thought of you every time he ever saw the common little flower that matched the charms dangling from that gold chain dangling from your wrist. No, it would be unprofessional for him to describe how he had passed the same little flower shop he walked by every day and noticed a bundle of the familiar ivory petals surrounding the bright, sunshine center. 

He also wouldn’t tell you how it lit up his morning, much like you had a way of lighting up his dark little hospital.

Dear Lord No- he would never imagine letting you know how he had purposefully rushed the rest of the way to work, skipped getting the coffee he enjoyed every morning, just to beat you to the office.

And no way in Hell would Frederick ever tell you that he was the one who put the daisy on your desk.

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anonymous asked:

Forget about the commander can't have a family thing. How would you headcanon Clarke and Lexa having a child?


Ok. So, first thing first, they would totally adopt one. Yeah, they could have Abby perform some sort of IVF, but I just don’t see it for them. It’s way more likely that they would take a child in instead, an orphan. A little girl? Let’s go with a little girl for this. 

It would come after MANY discussions about this particular matter, because these two have so many issues. Lexa would be terrified because no Commander before her had a family, it was simply something unthinkable, so she is worried that being a mother simply won’t work with her being also the Commander. Also, we know that Lexa has problems with feelings: she was raised to believe that love is a weakness, and even if she never truly believed that and learned that love is strength, that’s still years of conditioning, and i feel one of her fears would be that she’d be too cold with her child. Clarke on the other hand would be scared to be too “messed up” to be a mother. So as I said, it would take a while for them to decide. But once on board… damn these two would be the most loving parents.

So…. random headcanons?

  • Lexa is the playful one. She has to be so strict and rigid and serious all the time because of her duties. There’s always something to worry about, something to stress over, something that fills her mind with concern at best, with anger and sorrow at worst. She doesn’t want that to taint the time she spends with her family, and these are the only moments when she’s truly free, so she doesn’t want to waste them. I’m talking pretending to be Pauna and chasing after her little girl. Fake battles with wooden swords that quickly become tickle fights. Blowing raspberries on her daughter’s neck and stomach and feet just to hear her cackle.
  • Clarke LOVES drawing Lexa and their daughter together. It doesn’t matter what they’re doing, she just wants to capture every single one of these moments.
  • Lexa reads stories to the little girl before going to sleep. Often she falls asleep there, wrapped around her child. When this happens and Clarke finds them, rarely she wakes Lexa up. It’s much more likely instead that she just grabs a fur and settles on an armchair or couch next to them and sleeps there, to stay close to her family.
  • Clarke often brings her daughter on top of the tower and together they look at the sky and stars and she tells stories about when she lived in space.
  • More often than not they let the little girl sleep with them. Clarke tries to be strict but she can only resist one pair of hearteyes, not two. And who is she kidding anyway, she loves sleeping with her girls.
  • They both catch themselves staring at their daughter, sleeping, playing, running around, it doesn’t matter. They look at her and wonder how is it possible that after everything they went through, after everything they did, they are blessed with this kind of happiness.

I have like 4475468 more but i’m stopping here for now

anonymous asked:

Mmm this is my first time making a request but I can't help it 😅 Some Yooran headcanons?? Do you think they would ever have children? I mean, would Saeran feel prepared to adopt a child? I love you and your works btw

  • as soon as Yoosung falls in love with Saeran, he kind of figures the whole concept of having kids is out the window
  • not just because they’re both guys and the adoption process is tedious, but also because he just can’t see Saeran ever actually being mentally stable enough for a child
  • he doesn’t want to put more pressure on him than he needs to
  • Saeran has probably never even considered the idea of having kids
  • the first time he thinks about it is when he sees Yoosung playing with a child - maybe one of Saeyoung’s kids, or one of his cousins at a family thing
  • and it kind of hits him that maybe Yoosung wants kids too??
  • he probably goes through a kind of crisis
  • I don’t want kids
  • but Yoosung might
  • I’m not good enough for him
  • I’m sure he would understand
  • but what if he doesn’t
  • it’s not too long before Yoosung figures out something’s up and asks him about it, and Saeran kind of freaks out and blurts that he’s not ready for kids
  • Yoosung’s like ??? where did that come from?
  • eventually he calms him down
  • this conversation could go one of two ways: 1) Yoosung convinces Saeran he doesn’t expect anything like that from Saeran and that it doesn’t make a difference to him if they have kids or not, and that’s kind of the end of it and it’s never really brought up again or 2) Yoosung convinces Saeran that, while he’s not pressuring him, he’s certain he would be a great dad if he ever decided he was ready
  • I personally think it would go by the way of conversation 1, but I’ll write out both anyway:

Scenario 1 - no kids:

  • their life pretty much continues on as normal
  • they would probably have pets instead, both a dog and a cat, because they help with Saeran’s emotions
  • he takes the dog for walks when he’s anxious and restless, and he sits cuddling the cat when he’s depressed
  • with Saeyoung’s kids they would be the best uncles ever
  • Saeran’s constantly worrying that he’s doing something wrong but Yoosung’s just staring at him adoringly from across the room with his heart melting and falling in love that little bit more
  • Saeyoung’s kids love them so much, they’re the Fun Gay Uncles™
  • Yoosung is always up for playing with them, and Saeran is always buying them stuff and giving them money for sweets and ice cream
  • this is a v good uncle Saeran headcanon btw
  • but all in all Yoosung and Saeran are pretty happy by themselves with their pets, giving Saeran time to heal properly without too much pressure

Scenario 2 - kids:

  • after probably a good few years, Saeran finally feels he’s at least nearing the right mental state to have a kid
  • Saeran would absolutely 100% want to adopt a slightly older kid
  • maybe like 5 or 6 years old, and probably a girl (I wrote this and then realise I accidentally stole this idea from Lee’s headcanon goddammit)
  • because Saeran’s not sure he’d be able to handle a screaming baby, and he’s also paranoid about ruining them in their earliest stages of development
  • he’s really nervous to start with, and he feels so lucky that Yoosung doesn’t seem to mind doing more work at first
  • eventually he eases into it and she is honestly the most precious thing to him
  • every shitty drawing is on the fridge, every school play is attended by him(because Yoosung’s often busy at the clinic), every one of her bad days ends with cuddles from both of them
  • she’s starting to get a lil chubby because Saeran’s constantly eating sweets and he just can’t say no to her when she asks if he can share
  • surprisingly, Yoosung ends up being the dad who has to put his foot down, because Saeran doesn’t know when to stop
  • but it would definitely take Saeran a long time to get to the point where he actually felt ready to adopt, and I don’t think they would ever adopt more than one

so, I personally don’t think they’d ever have kids, but I did a quick twitter poll to see what other people thought and:

welp there you go

vkings  asked:

Hi! I was curious why Yukine's from Noragami name tattoo is a bit different than the usual kanji for snow, googled, and that's how I found ur blog. So thank you so much for the explanation! I've also seen some of your other kanji posts and honestly I loved ur explanations sm :") I was wondering if u would bother explaining Kazuma's name too cuz his is WAY different than the normal kanji and I can't find why (I've started watching anime only recently and I know next to nothing about kanji) thank!

Glad I could help with Yukine! ^_^

Kazuma’s is a seal script version of 兆, the “Kazu” in his name (and the “chou” in Chouki, his name as a weapon) 

兆 is usually pronounced “chou” or “kizashi.” It has two main meanings: omen, like a sign of things to come, and trillion, like the number. See, back when the ancient Chinese first invented writing, they mostly used it to record the results of divination. They would heat up turtle shells or animal bones until they cracked, look for patterns in the cracks, use that to predict the future, and then carve their predictions into the bones using early kanji. 兆 was a drawing of the cracks themselves, and there were some really different variants throughout the years, including Kazuma’s version that has like a卜 on the right or something. 

Then one day someone needed to count to a trillion and decided that, hey, let’s just use a preexisting character *spins wheel* *throws dart at dartboard*  兆. Yes. 兆 also means trillion now. Sometimes kanji get borrowed for totally unrelated words out of the blue like that. 

“Kazu” is a rare pronunciation of 兆 that’s only used in names. It means “number” (probably related to the “trillion” meaning) and would normally be spelled 数 if you were just writing the regular word “number.” Names are weird.

UT! Charisk with US! Charisk

Hey Damiiz! I have seen your artwork and its really awesome!! Your style is very cute and great as well as how you portray Chara and Frisk. I ship Charisk and let me tell you that you make a great and excellent artwork of those two! I really enjoy looking at your blog since you do funny stuff and sweet stuff as well. I decided to write this little story based on your UT! Frisk, UT! Chara and US! Frisk and US! Chara (since they are pretty cute). I hope you like it!

Watching and reading your work fills me with DETERMINATION!

Stay DETERMINATED as well!

To avoid confusion on the story:

Normal letters: Undertale Frisk and Undertale Chara

Bold letters: Underswap Frisk

Italic letters: Underswap Chara

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You Can't Escape Yourself. (PART 1.5)

Summary: After being a SHIELD agent for 3 years Y/n has a pretty great life but after being shot and a last second call Y/n wakes up to a way more complicated life and instead of simply being an Agent of SHIELD she becomes an Avenger.

Pairing: BuckyXfemale!Reader

Warning: Swearing

A/n: So this part was for a different writing but I decided to make this apart of this series. I don’t know if I did a good job of mixing the stories but here goes nothing hey

*All photos and gifs found on google


The Avenger’s senses were high once they realized what was going on with you. Natasha quickly got over to Tony and pushed him towards Steve who grabbed his arm and gave him a death glare that told him not to even try to escape. “Really Tony.” she said shaking her head. Soon the building started to shake while you cried. “Hey Y/n, are you doing this?” Natasha asks looking around at the pictures that were crashing to the ground. 

“Yes. I can’t_ I don’t know what to do.” you sob out trying to stop, trying everythign in your power to stop. “Hey breath okay.” Natasha says smiling, but you simply shake your head.
“You can’t let me take this building down. YOu have to stop me please. I_ I can’t stop it I’m not strong enough.” you say looking at the Avengers who all looked at eachother looking for ideas, soon Bucky took a step towards you.
“Hey Y/n. I will only do this if you are okay with it but,” he kneeled down by your side and whispered something in your ear and you quickly nodded and with that he got up and turned around only to send his fist flying towards your head knocking you out.

After waking up it took you a while to figure out where you were, a SHIELD interrogation room, You had been in one of these many times before, but you weren’t used to being the one hand cuffed to the table. It wasn’t long before the door opened wide and Steve Rogers walked in.
“Hey Y/n. How are you feeling?” Steve asks sitting in the chair across from you.
“How am I feeling? Like a prisoner.” you say dryly, you had justed started to feel the affects of Bucky’s punch on you head, and it was killing you but you weren’t going to show any sign of it. It wasn’t your intention to come out mean but you knew the process you knew that you would be under surveillance for the rest of your life, and who even knew how long you would have to stay here.
“Y/n you need to understand that we just want to protect people from your powers.” you felt your heart drop you always knew what your powers were capable of but to hear somebody say that out loud it hurt, “and we want to protect you.” Steve says smiling at you.
You looked down, you had never thought about taking care of yourself, you were always worried about protecting others you had never thought about how much you had kept to yourself. “I..” you tried to say but you couldn’t think of anything to say. Steve smiled than stood up.
“Hey the next time that door opens, there will be food coming through it I promise, and with that you were left alone in your thoughts.

~45 minutes later
Soon the door opened again and Peter walked in.
“Hi um I was told to come and bring you lunch.” Peter says awkwardly walking over to you, he set down a sandwich and an apple with a glass of water.
“Thank you.” you mummbled looking at the food.
“Your welcome.” Peter says looking at the two way mirror. he than sat down awkwardly in the chair across from you. “So what can you do with your powers.” Peter mummbles out.
“I_ I mean from what I know so far. I can control the weather.“you say softly.
"Wait so like you could make it rain in like a desert?” Peter asks intrigued. You nod and let out a small smile. “That’s so cool I mean Thor can make it rain and cause a thunder and lightening storm but you can control all of the weather. Not that Thor’s powers aren’t cool, but I mean Thor is very cool he is amazing. But your powers. I mean your powers are very amazing.” Peter says smiling.
“Thank you.” you chuckles slightly.
“Yeah. Well I guess I’ll see you around. I mean_ I’ll come see you again. Not that I like seeing you in here but_ um.” Peter stands up and walks over to the door. “Um… bye Y/n.” and with that Peter was gone. 

~2 hours later
The door opens again this time Bruce comes in a smile on his face.
“Hey Y/n. If you don’t mind I would like to draw a blood sample from you.” Bruce says lifting up his small suitcase slightly.
“Yeah of course.” you say rolling up your sleeve, Bruce smiled and nodded at you.
“Thank you.” Bruce says putting the bag down on the table and pulling out a needle.
“You are wondering what we are going to do with you?” Bruce asks looking at you and smiling again.
“Well I was apart of SHIELD I know the basics of what to expect.” you say smiling at him. You were alone in a locked room with a man that could kill you with one hit.
“Yes of course. It must be hard. I mean I am impressed with you. I kept the hulk hidden but not into your extent of nobody knowing. How did you do that?” Bruce asks studying the veins in your arms now.
“Well I was always trained to handle any situation that came my way. So when this came up I did what was best for everybody. I got rid of my stressful, and emotional job and used my hacking abilities to do my other job, and next I got rid of everybody in my life so that I knew for certain I wouldn’t hurt anybody I cared about.” you say looking at him while he got the needle ready to put in your arm. Once he came over to you he steadied your arm and pushed the needle into you.
“Well Miss Y/L/N. Thank you for this blood sample.” Bruce says putting your blood into the bag again, and with that he was gone, and you were alone again letting your thoughts travel into anything that they could that didn’t involve the Avengers, your powers, or SHIELD.

~10 minutes later
When the door opened this time two people walked in, the twins Pietro and Wanda Maximoff. Wanda gave you a small wave while Pietro rushed over and sat down in one of the chairs acrossed from you.
“Hi, Y/n. It’s alright that I call you Y/n right?” Pietro asks, and you nod.
“That’s my name.” you say feeling yourself get nervous.
“No need to worry, we aren’t here to hurt you.” Wanda says.
“But how? I mean you can’t use your powers in here.” you say looking at her you had obviously tried. But it was mainly to pass time if anything. She smiled and Pietro let out a low chuckle.
“I don’t need my powers to realize when somebody get’s nervous. We all have out little habits when we get nervous, I mean right now your tapping your foot just so you don’t have another melt down.” she says pointing to your foot which was in fact tapping, you stopped and looked down.
“So your powers how did you get them?” Pietro asked, you had realized what they were doing by now, sending one by one or in this case two in to talk to you. Try to get a little more information about your powers, how you got them, what they could do, what they’re limits were, and you could answer most but there were some you had no clue how to answer.
“Well. I don’t know the official way that I got them. But my biggest bet was my friend Rick. He was telling me about a syrum he was working on. It was going to be a_ a second try of a super soldier syrum. But I got shot. From the footage that we could retreve from the hospital, he was the last person in my room before the building… before I…” you stopped talking and looked to the ground.
“You couldn’t control it. You were unconcious, and you hadn’t had powers before. When me and Pietro first got our powers, we could barley control ourselves.” Wanda says smiling and softly touching your arm comfortingly.
“We should get going. It is our turn to cook dinner.” Pietro says before shouting “The last one there has to do the dishes afterwards.” he says running off, while Wanda got up and cursed at him.

~6 minutes later
Natasha walked in and sat down without saying a word. Infact she sat down and watched you for about 10 minutes. You felt very awkward and a little vulnerable. Sure you knew you weren’t here to impress anybody, but here sat a very beautiful and sexy woman and you in your sweats and tank top looking like god knows what.
“Tony is in a holding cell right now.” she says studying your reaction, which was nothing. Yes Natasha was one of SHIELDs best assassins but you were one of SHIELDs best hackers, you might’ve had different jobs but you were trained the same way. “He attacked you and now he has to live with the consequences.” she says shrugging. “But you. You had been out of SHIELD for 4 years, and not one person could say they knew about these powers.” you nodded and she sighed. “So tell me Agent Y/n how are we supposed to know if you didn’t caused any damage or killed anybody?” Natasha says, and you looked down.
“Look when I heard about my hospital crashing down I was devistated, but when I figured out that I was the one to cause it. I can’t even find a word to explain the pain I felt. I never asked for these powers. I never wanted them.” you say feeling tears sting your eyes. Natasha nodded. 

“Tony wants to talk to you. If you will let him. Me and Sam will be in here with him just for precaution. We know that he didn’t mean to come at you at your apartment he was tired, and under a lot of pressure. So if you don’t want to see him you don’t have to but if you are alright Sam will bring him in here.” Natasha says and you nodded. You might as well get all the interigations from the team over with. Soon Sam and Tony walked in.
“Hello Miss Y/L/N.” Tony mummbles not able to look you in your eyes. “I am aware of my actions towards you the other day, and I don’t know what happen, but I take full responsibility towards everything that happen last night.” you nod but don’t say anything. You can tell at this moment that all of the other avengers are watching you from the other side of the glass.
“I-” you start but don’t know how to continue. “Mr Stark. I am not going to blame you for this.” you say suprising yourself a little. “I had been hiding this for 4 years of my life and it was bound to come out so. It came out in front of the Avengers. Better you guys than in my work building, or apartment building, with nobody there to stop me.” You say calmly.
“Y/n why did you hide?” Sam asks, and everybody turned to look at him, everybody except you, you looked down a small wave of guilt washing over you.
“I_ I didn’t know who to go to. I mean I turn to SHIELD and I would become a science experiment, if I turned to the gouvernment I would be used as a weapon. My family and Friends would have been terrified. So I kept it a secret not wanting to hurt anybody, not wanting to scare anybody.” you say a tear escaping your eye,
soon the 3 avengers left and you were now alone again. Waiting for the next Avenger to come in.

~2 hours later
You hear the door creak open but you don’t look at who comes in. Until a metal hand puts down a plate of pasta. “Here, dinner.” Bucky says walking back out, you started to eat the cheesy creation when the door opens again and Bucky walks back over his own plate in his hand.
“I thought, maybe you might want some comapny.” Bucky says sitting down across from you, you sat and ate in silence for a moment.
“You know your pretty brave.” Bucky puts another bite into his mouth while you gave him a puzzled look, “most people wouldn’t of let me knock them out.”
“Oh so you mean to say I was pretty stupid.” you say softlly and he lets out a chuckle suprising you.
“It shows how much you cared. I couldn’t have done that.” he says getting up and walking around while eatting his pasta.
“Yeah well I’m a special kind of stupid.” you say jokingly and to your suprise he smiles. The winter soldier just smiled you thought, and it had reached his eyes, it was absolutely stunning. You shook yourself from your thoughts. Soon the two of you fell into an easy conversation that wasn’t about SHIELD, it wasn’t about your powers, it was just about your life and what was going on. Bucky had made a funny comment when you started laughing, that’s when your head let out a massive pain that was impossible to ignore. Once you stopped laughing and you flinched in pain Bucky, stopped talking and looked at you.
“I’ll bring you some asprin.” Bucky says looking at your bruise, he hadn’t meant to hit you so hard and once his hand hit your head he regretted it, but knew it had to be done the shaking stopped and they had all yelled at him especially Steve who kept reminding him that he shouldn’t do something like that without warning. “I’m sorry for hitting you that hard."Bucky said finally taking his eyes off of your bruise.
"It’s okay you did what you needed to do.” you say.
“You really were a SHIELD agent.” he says winking at you. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks and cursed under your breath.
“So I guess I’ll see you after I get that asprin.” Bucky says grabbing your empty plate and leaving the room.

~Avengers POV
Bucky walked back into the kitchen, chuckling to himself. 

“Hey Bucky. What did you figure out with Y/n?” Natasha asks everybody turning towards him to listen to him. 

“Did you know that she grew up in Texas? DId you know that her favorite color is Y/F/C? Did anybody ask her about anything other than her powers?” Bucky asks and everybody looked down. “I think the one person that didn’t scare her was Peter and well Peter isn’t scary.” Bucky says pointing to the boy whose eyes were now wide. 

“Hey!” Peter said offended, although the whole team was now nodding in agreeance. 

“Look I was in Hydra for a long time. I never had a friend. I had people who wanted me to become a weapon. SO if you guys want to be better than Hydra, than she needs to know that she can trust us.” Bucky says putting your plate into the sink, and grabbing a cup and some asprin. All the Avengers took in the sight of the newly founded avenger taking asprin to Y/n.

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You Make Me Smile

Allura and Shiro discuss baby names. Shiro is defeated by a dress shirt. There is a lot of kissing. Also Shiro is an absolute hoop of cheesey goodness when it comes to Allura.

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“Wait, what’s that one mean?” Allura propped herself up on an elbow and glanced over at where Shiro was getting dressed.

“The future in Japanese,” he said, fighting with the fancy Ullini dress shirt he was supposed to be wearing. “It’s sort of cheesy, I guess, but I think it’s nice.”

“I’m writing it down.”

Allura and Shiro had been bouncing possible names back and forth since they had accidentally found out that the baby was a girl a couple days ago. They hadn’t asked to know the baby’s gender, but the midwife didn’t delete that line of data on the progress report they had received. So now Allura and Shiro knew the baby was a girl, though they were keeping that tidbit of info from the others, mainly because it was fun to watch them argue about it. Currently Hunk, Lance, and Coran were on Team It’s-A-Girl while Keith and Pidge were firmly and fiercely Team It’s-A-Boy.


Allura looked up to find Shiro with his left arm stuck over his head, which was halfway sticking out of what looked like one of the arm holes. The Ullini had three arms, so the shirt had been modified anyways, but it was still an overly complicated design. The Ullini had given the Voltron crew new clothes to wear to that night’s banquet, and it was only proper and polite to wear the outfits that had been offered.

Unfortunately, the Ullini favored neon colors, accessories, and extremely intricate outfits.

Most of Shiro’s face was covered by the shirt but his mildly alarmed eyes were still visible. “What is this insanity.”

She burst out laughing and fell back on the bed, her arms wrapped around her waist.

“Allura, please, I’m going to rip it,” he said, but he made the mistake of waving the hand of his stuck arm, which only made Allura’s giggles worse. Takashi Shirogane, the noble and mature black paladin, looked absolutely ridiculous. “Princess…”

“I’m sorry, but you’ve been defeated by dress wear. Let me fully enjoy this moment,” she said, almost crying from laughing so hard. “I need a picture to remember this exactly as it is.”

“No, no, you don’t,” he said. He was struggling to wriggle out of the shirt without tearing it to shreds. When something made a ripping noise, he stopped, his head completely inside the shirt now. “Love…”

“All right, I suppose I’ll rescue you.” She finally slid out of their bed, glanced over the shirt, and swiftly freed Shiro with a few expert tugs. Carefully, she laid the offending garment on a nearby chair.

He sighed and then caught her by the waist. A mischievous look crossed his face before he put on a stern expression. “You were going to let me suffocate in there for your pleasure.” He lifted an eyebrow, and his hands dropped to her hips. “That’s so cruel.”

She trailed her fingers across the nape of his neck. “I think you should properly thank me instead of making baseless accusations. Don’t you?”

“Make me.”

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Jily, singer AU (part one)

“Sirius I am going to kill you, you know.” Lily threw her bag onto the chair beside the door and kicked of her shoes making them fly half ways across the room and narrowly avoiding Sirius’ head. 

“Oi, Evans!” He gestured widely, first towards her and then the shoe, now on the floor. “What’s now?”

“That bloody interview you idiot.”¨

“Interview…you’ll have to refresh my memory here Evans.”

“Well let’s see.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a very ruffled magazine. “Boy band ‘The Marauders’ appeared from nowhere with their hit single ‘I solemnly swear’  which reached the top of the charts all over the world. Now, a year later, I sit here with guitarist Sirius Black for a exclusive interview.” Lily traced the page with her finger. “Wait, here it is. When questioned about the rumoured relationship with actress Marlene McKinnon he laughs and leans towards me. ‘If you’re looking for the juicy love story. I’m not your guy.’”

“So?” Sirius shrugged. 

“So. This morning, just after this very interview.” She shook the magazine frantically, “went out. The dear interviewer went out on twitter.”’

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anonymous asked:

Hey, I remember you used to do fake pages from Steve(?)'s diary, the ones where you would write out passages or smth in a sketchbook, and add drawings of them etc, and I kind of want to do a couple of things similar to that for another show, so that I'm not always drawing the same thing, but I can't think of how to do it or where to start. Do you have any tips, or anything you found out when you were doing them?

Hi anon ^^

Hey, I remember you used to do fake pages from Steve(?)’s diary, the ones where you would write out passages or smth in a sketchbook,

Yup, you remember well anon! I used to post pages from my sketchbooks and some of them could have been Steve’s sketchbooks (well, that’s what people told me ^^)

Do you have any tips, or anything you found out when you were doing them?

1) Ok, first, you have to decide what medium you want to use, traditional art or CG art.

CG art: you can use brushes that look like a pencil (see HERE and HERE) and a sketchbook texture (see HERE). The asset is that it’s easier to do, you have a better control on the final result, you can arrange the sketches on the page as you wish and add writing with a font that emulates hand writing (or just write whatever you want yourself using the brushes I linked you above). The rendering can be really cool!

Traditional art: That’s what I used above. The problem is that you have to scan and retouch everything with Photoshop. As you can see, sometimes, the pages don’t even have the same color even if they come from the same sketchbook, I never understood the reason why xD You can have a look HERE at my drawing supplies. I scanned my sketchbooks in 300dpi with a Canon scan. It’s fun but I think that if I had to do a “Steve Rogers’ sketchbook” project, I would go digital but it’s just me.

2) Now you have to decide what you want to draw in the sketchbook. Will it be random sketches or do you want to tell a story? I think it’s great to tell a story, respect a chronology and draw for instance moments that were in the show/movie you want to draw for, missing scenes and scenes from your imagination.

Let’s take an example. Supernatural, Episode 12, Season 1, Faith. Sam and Dean Winchester are ghosts/demons hunters and during a hunt, Dean is severely wounded. While Sam is at the motel trying to find a way to save his brother (because the doctors told him that there was no more hope), he hears a knock at the door and guess what, it’s Dean who escaped from the hospital, in a rather piss poor state. Stuff happens and Dean is finally saved. Happy end! (Yes, I know, TONS of other things happen in this episode, but let’s stick to this part of the story for the sake of simplification). Now, imagine that you are drawing a sketchbook from the point of view of Dean:

- moments that were in the show/movie you want to draw for: the hunt that caused Dean to go to the hospital (ex: the monster, the house where the hunt happened, etc…), Dean at the hospital.

- missing scenes: Dean escaping from the hospital and riding the bus to join Sam at the motel. It’s never shown but we guessed that’s how he showed up at the motel.

- scenes from your imagination: Sam happy to have saved his brother and the boys at a bar/a strip club/a concert celebrating because “fuck death”. Pure headcanon.

You see what I mean? Your sketches can be a mix of familiar canon and various headcanons but what is important is always to tell a story.

Also, don’t forget to add details that will tell people what kind of character draws the sketches: fake coffee stains, doodles here and there on the page, ink stains, grocery list at the top of  a picture etc…

Voilà! I hope it helped! Good luck to you ♥