is a lucky lady

  • Suigetsu: So Sasuke, how was your first kiss?
  • Sasuke: Pretty good
  • Suigetsu: And who is the lucky lady?
  • Sasuke: Naruto
  • Suigetsu: Ähmm... okay but I meant your real first kiss
  • Sasuke: And I already said it was Naruto
  • Suigetsu: Yeah but where you both wanted it
  • Sasuke: Yes, Naruto.
  • Suigetsu: No you don't understand! I mean when did you kissed the person you love for the first time!?
  • Sasuke: Ah okay i got it
  • Suigetsu: ...
  • Sasuke: ...
  • Suigetsu: ...
  • Sasuke: It also was Naruto

amatuskadanvhenan  asked:

Top five fave commissions you've done?

Now this is a question, haha! Thank you 😊
I’ll name the characters, the tumblr user and include a link to the finished piece! I always love working on commissions, but there are definitely a few that have just stuck with me, for various reasons.

1. Ara Cousland for @the-tale-of-the-champions​ 
2. Io’Ken Shepard for @dustiesmasseffect​
3. Florence Cousland for @thelionandthelight​
4. Felassan for @asomniari​
5. Reneste Skyrunner for @thelmis

I’m also working on a few at the moment that I am enjoying so much! So many pretty ladies in pretty dresses… I feel so lucky to be working on them!

Eddie becoming slightly nervous and panicked when asked whether or not he found you to be attractive and possible girlfriend material with you sitting right next to him during an interview. His face flushing, turning all different shades of red, with a slight terror-stricken expression. Stuttering and tripping over his words because truthfully he found you to be exquisitely beautiful and more than girlfriend material. 

imagine MC ends up with 707, and she leaves the house one day but leaves her phone

*707 sees the phone an automatically has an idea*
*he goes into your bedroom, and puts on your signature sweater and leggings*
*he pulls a wig that almost exactly resembles your hair*
*he takes your phone, poses, and takes a picture in the mirror and sends it in the group chat*
Zen: I hope this isn’t out of line but,,,,, you look so beautiful MC. Seven is a lucky man.
Jumin: Indeed he is, she is a very elegant lady.
Jaehee: MC, weren’t you supposed to be going out today?
Yoosung: *doesn’t say anything because he KNOWS it’s 707. He’s gotten enough of his girl selfies to know.*
*Seven sends another selfie,, but it’s without the wig and he’s blowing a kiss*
*jumin has left the chat*
*jaehee has left the chat*
Zen: SEVEN WHY. WHYY DO Yo u DO THeS E THINGS
Yoosung: I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT. YOU C An’T FOOL ME ANYMORE 707

////mission accomplished, agent 707 out////

You know what I noticed about the Komaeda OVA? There was no mention or appearance of Nanami (save for the little silhouette during the flashback to Ko’s death). Now, I understand that there’s way more evidence that Komaeda has feelings for Hinata, and one of the most painful things for him to remember is Hinata’s smile, but the complete absence of Nanami also says something. Considering that she doesn’t appear at all, distorted or otherwise, this could mean that the absolute most painful thing for Komaeda to remember was Nanami. Her memory was so painful that he just blocked her out altogether to spare him the pain. At least with Hinata, he saw some resemblance of Hinata’s face, it’s just that it was distorted. But he didn’t remember Nanami at all, which means that she’s an even more painful memory to bring up. Now, I’m not saying that Komanami is canon here over Komahina, but I’m saying that Komaeda may have cared for Nanami to some strong level that you have to admit that even platonic Komanami could be canon.

another update to this

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“It’s so wonderful to see you again, Eddie!”

Eddie smiled and graciously nodded his head while giving the Interview a small, innocent kiss on the cheek. “Yes, how are you?” 

The interviewer blushed and answered his question before diving into her own. It went on for a few minutes before she had worked up the courage to ask the one question she knew everyone was dying to ask. “Thank you so much for you time but I’ve got one quick question before you go.” Swallowing, she pressed a half smile and meekly asked, “I know that after filming with [Y/N] [L/N], the two of you have become extremely good friends and I just want to know what your thoughts were of her recent breakup?” 

Eddie inhaled deeply through his nose as the little bit of anger from what had happened to [Y/N] coursed through his brain. Licking his lips, he took another deep breath to figure out the right words. Despite him wanting to say what he thought, he was supposed to be a professional human being and although [Y/N] was deeply hurt and upset by the situation, he was not going to say the things he truly wanted to say. 

“Um, well.” He started, his brows knitting together in still trying to find the correct words. “[Y/N] is, is absolutely one of the sweetest and loving human being I have ever come to know personally. It makes me angry, upset, sad for her to be in this kind of situation. I don’t condone cheating, it’s a pointless battle that people fight day after day. I don’t understand it, either. Why cheat if you have someone who’d give their all to you and vice versa? If you love someone, you shouldn’t have to feel that need. And if you do feel that need, let them go, let them find someone who isn’t going to break them. Cheating on someone is completely a choice not an accident or mistake. [Ex Bf Name] knew exactly what he was doing and I don’t know the women he was with personally but I do know the kind of woman [Y/N] is and to me, him cheating on [Y/N] is like him picking trash over treasure.

 She’s in such a delicate place right now and I feel for her. It’s one thing to be cheated on but for it to be public and open for everyone to see is a little bit excessive and much more painful. I’ve witnessed firsthand how upset she is and it honestly breaks my heart a little because I know what she deserves. Time is the only healing factor in these kinds of situation but [Y/N] will most definitely find her way back to her old self. I’m positive even if I have to drag her back myself.” 


Kind of a part two of this requested Eddie Redmayne Imagine 


Feel free to request an Eddie Redmayne/Newt Scamander right here :) 

Fanfiction - Stealing Tomorrow (Epilogue)

Words fail to say how much I appreciate everyone who invested in this fic, followed it until here, left comments and asks, supported me and made me feel one lucky lady. I feel only love for you all. <3

All my fanfiction here

Epilogue – Tomorrow is Now

Edinburgh, 13 years ago

“Close your eyes.” Jamie insisted, whispering in her ear. “Dinna be a wee cheater, Sassenach. You’ll spoil the surprise.”

“I’m not cheating!” Claire declared, irritated. “I’m just worried I’ll fall on my face, that’s all.”

“Don’t ye worry.” She could hear the obvious smile in his voice. “I’d still love ye - even with a crocked nose.”

“How magnanimous of you.” She puffed, walking slowly with the guidance of his hand on her arm. “Are we there yet?”

“Yes.” Jamie surprised her by kissing her lips and then removing the blockage of her hands from her eyes. “Tell me what ye think.”

They were standing in an empty apartment, the big windows harnessing enough of the afternoon light to make the wood boards on the floor look like decadent fields of gold.

“It’s very…” Claire licked her lips, looking for an appropriate word to say, noticing his expectant demeanour. “Empty.”

“Ach.” He clicked his tongue and opened his arms, a big grin forming on his lips. “That is only a matter of buying the right furniture for it. But do ye like it?”

“I – yes.” She looked around, noticing the wide kitchen bench and the freshly painted walls. “It’s lovely, really. But why are we here?”

“Well,” Jamie hugged her by the waist and pressed his forehead against hers, his voice sounding like the sheltering roar of the earth underneath her feet. “I was hoping you could make it my home, if you married me.”

****

Edinburgh, 1 year in the future

“Lady Jane!” Joe thundered, as he saw her striding next to a patient’s gurney, accompanying him to the recovery ward after a long surgery. “I barely recognized you, girl! You look all tanned and sparkly. How was Jamaica?”

“Hot.” Claire laughed, watching the corners of his mouth twitch in a devilish grin. “I meant the weather was very warm, you naughty man.” Noticing that his smile didn’t fade away, but was only enhanced by significant movements of his eyebrows that made him look like a crazy cartoon, she smiled and conceded. “Well, that too.”

“I had no doubt!” Her friend laughed openly, sounding like an amused bear. “I have seen you with your Scot enough to know that, any tropical storm in the area, was probably caused by you two going at it.”

“Oh, stop!” She playfully smacked him in the arm, her cheeks throbbing with heat. “How is everything here?”

“Same old, same old.” Joe replied with a sudden strange attempt at nonchalance. “You haven’t been at the nurses’ desk yet, have you?”

“No.” Claire furrowed her brows. “I was a bit late this morning because of…reasons,” She ignored his smirk. “And went straight to the OR to the kidney transplant. Shall I go there now?”

“No!” The man said vehemently, grabbing her elbow and steering her towards the cafeteria. “I’m that hungry. Shall we go for some dinner?”

“It’s three o’clock in the afternoon, Joe.” Claire gave him a questioning look. “What are you trying to hide?”

“Nothing, LJ.” He shook his head, patting her shoulder in a reassuring manner. “You know my stomach didn’t come with a built-in clock. I’m more of a “eat whenever you’re hungry” type of guy.”

“What is in the nurses’ desk that you don’t want me to see?” She halted and crossed her arms, offering him a disarming look, suitable for young children misbehaving with their soup. “Spill it, Joe. We both know I’ll find out soon enough.”

“Fine!” Joe threw his hands in the air in a gesture of surrender. “I was just trying to spare you. But please, Lady Jane, you need to keep it cool. I’m sure he had the best possible intentions…”

Before Joe was able to complete his sentence, Claire was already sliding past him and marching in the direction of the nurses’ area. As soon as she became visible making a turn on the corridor, two nurses jumped from their seats – they had been whispering with their heads together, looking at something – and stood like two soldiers on a parade, their hands hidden behind their backs, blushing madly.

“So,” Claire smiled pleasantly, taking off her surgical cap and brushing the mad riot of curls, eager to finally be wild and free after so much time in confinement, like eels on a barrel. “What is going on here?”

“Doctor Fraser.” The younger nurse saluted her, looking slightly out of breath. “So good to see you. How was your honeymoon?”

“Fine, Nurse Hawkins.” She nodded, tapping her fingers on the counter in an evident display of impatience. Both nurses looked at her hand like disciplined cats, fascinated by the repeated movement. “There seems to be some kind of disturbance taking place here. I want to know what is going on.”

“LJ…” Joe started, trying to block her vision from the nurses. She gave him a look so dark and dangerous that he immediately retroceded to her side.

“Let’s hear it.” Claire repeated, glancing at the nurses under her lashes and placing all her imaginary coins on the beat of Mary Hawkins breaking in seconds under pressure – too bad it was only the casino of her mind, because it was a smashing jackpot.

“We were just looking at it, Doctor Fraser.” Mary explained in a high pitched voice, slightly stammering. “We meant no disrespect. It’s a beautiful work and such a good cause.”

“Give it to me!” She demanded, reaching out with her open palm. Slowly but surely, Mary Hawkins delivered her the source of all the ruckus.

It was a calendar commissioned by the Fire Department, sold to raise funds for a new Burn Centre and to support the widows and children of fallen firefighters. The calendar was illustrated with photographs of gorgeous men in the corporation – and front and centre, occupying almost two thirds of the cover, was James Fraser. He had been photographed sitting in a chair of the headquarters, naked from the waist up, the suspenders of his loose equipment trousers falling along his hips. His hair was tousled and he looked like he had just arrived from a massive fire, finally relaxed and at ease – except his eyes were playing with the camera, teasing of his secrets, undoubtedly igniting other flames on the belly of any woman looking at it.

“Oh.” Claire said in excitement, her finger absentmindedly caressing his exposed chest. “It’s finally out!”

“You knew about this?” Joe asked, gobsmacked. “That your husband is featuring in a steamy calendar, which probably will be the erotic fantasy of every female in the Edinburgh area?”

“Of course.” She raised a brow. “Who do you think took the photo?”

****

“Hmmm. Don’t stop!” Claire moaned, her toes curling in pleasure. “That is definitely the spot, Jamie. Keep going!”

“Hmpf.” Jamie snorted from the other extremity of the bed, skilfully massaging the sole of her foot. “Yer wee noises are making my cock ache, Sassenach. If it’s really yer foot ye want me to massage, best ye stop.”

“Again?” She smiled lazily, watching as his knuckles applied pressure on her battered points. “We did it this morning, already. And twice last night.”

“It’s fortunate there’s not a limit to it, then.” He bit her big toe making her yelp, as his hands went on to rub her calf. “Even when I’m still inside ye, I’m already missing ye.”

“How many love letters did you receive today?” Claire asked, nudging him with her free foot. “I’m expecting the mailman already knows your name by heart.”

“They are more lust letters.” Jamie sighed, letting go of her leg and stretching next to her in bed, playing with her curls. “About a dozen or so. Apparently there is another man called James Fraser in this area who has been receiving some by mistake – he is sixty and dinna understand why all of the sudden so many women were sending him photos in their undergarments and making indignant advances on him by mail.”

“Lucky man.” Claire laughed. “May your success serve him well.”

“Ye ken what day is it today?” He stroked her small, pointy, ear and temple, gluing their bodies together.

“I do.” She kissed the tip of his jaw, feeling the small stubble prickling her lips like fresh grass. “Fourteen years ago we were married for the first time.”  

“Aye.” He kissed her mouth, tasting her lower lip, the pressure of his teeth just enough to make her moan against him. “I have a wee present for ye.”

He retrieved a small package from his nightstand and she unwrapped it, kissing him amidst the confusion of paper and ribbon. It was a custom made blue surgical cap, clearly designed for her, with a forget-me-not embroidered on the side and underneath it, printed after his own handwriting, the words “Da mi basia mille”.

“It’s beautiful, Jamie.” She said in a husky voice, a knot forming on her throat – it was always disarming to realize how much he knew her and appreciated her. “I - I have something for you too.” Claire added slowly.

“Aye?” He smiled, so tender and alight that her body was immediately blazing just to see it. His eyes shone blue and knowing, with a hint of mischief hidden in the deepest pools of blue sea.

“You know, don’t you?” Claire realized, their noses almost touching - their eyes so close they could plunge into each other without taking another breath. Slowly, like a dance learnt in another life and scripted into their DNA for permanent remembrance, their hands entwined - silver wedding rings meeting like titans clashing together.

“I know, mo nighean donn.” Jamie nodded and his hand came to rest solid and sure on her stomach - cradling the tomorrow they had lost, fought to earn again and hoped for with all their hearts.