it's like the first page and i already love it


I need help. Like seriously… I also need more voltron episodes, because I’ve already rewatched the 1st season like 4 times now.

I want this to be an Family AU series, I’ve got some more pages I’m working on, but I’ve got so much other life responsibilities to handle first.. so yeah, stay tuned? 

I stood outside your bedroom window
The sweatshirt you gave me
When we first kissed was already soaked.
I looked at your bloodshot eyes
And I almost choked.

I shivered not from the cold of the night,
But the way your eyes looked empty
Like you just lost your sight.
You looked hopeless
Liked you’d just lost a fight

The explanation I wrote you
Was drained of its colour.
My words slipping across pages.

When you closed your curtains
I didn’t dare scream your name
Regardless of my efforts,
I knew the verdict was still the same.

We fell in love in the wintry bliss
And now the monsoon rain
Washed it all away with a violent kiss


i only saw half of my dreams.

Everyone’s posting a preview for their @tododekuzine entry, so I wanted to do it too…! I had the honor to collab (or more like, to coordinate our works?) with @obviouslyloveowls !! I wouldn’t like to spoil more the surprise, but we both did our best to deliver a bit of our love for this pairing in our respective pages…!

It’s my first time ever to participate in an actually published zine, and alongside so many talented artists, I cannot express my happiness…! Please keep an eye out for preorders when they go live!!

anonymous asked:

hi so I saw your post about your fic rec page but I blog from mobile and can't really get to it...would you mind recommending me anything with nonhuman stiles? its my favorite so I would love you so much!

oh of course! Its one of my favorites too! (of course this is only a few of my favorite fics, not all of them but I feel like this post is already pretty lengthy)


The Full Moon Like Blood by p1013 (Words: 24332 | Rated E)

It starts, like most unexpected things, on a Tuesday. New York is the first city to be hit. Witnesses will tell reporters later that there was a huge wind, and the clouds parted like someone had pushed them aside. And then there were dark silhouettes of wings against the bright sun, casting the streets in shadow.

Or the one where Stiles is a vengeful angel and Derek is just trying to get home.

Stay Away, Sweet Misery by redkislington (Words: 67454 | Rated E) WIP

Stiles has a secret that no one knows about, not even his dad or Scott. Derek finds out by accident one day.


The Magic’s In The Coffee by xxxillusionxxx (Words: 17596 | Rated E)

Ever since the tall, muscled, leather-clad werewolf had begun his daily coffee routine at the Skullery—a horrendous name in Stiles’s opinion, but his boss was a skeleton who thought he was terribly clever—an impromptu competition developed among the baristas.


A Simple Life by Survivah (Words: 13763 | Rated E)

Derek plans to spend the rest of his life holed up in the woods after Laura dies. Then he meets a stubborn young fox, and the stubborn young fox meets an urn of Deaton’s magic powder, and his plans change.

A (Sort of) Fairytale by briecheesie, daunt (Words: 25800 | Rated M)

The summer after senior year starts normally enough, with the gang spending their final months before college together at the Martin family’s lake house. Then Jackson stumbles onto the burial ground of a witch’s ex-husband, Stiles is magically turned into a fox, and things somehow manage to get worse from there. The gratuitous Princess Bride references are only of moderate help.

Dirty Paws and Furry Coats by queerly_it_is (Words: 57621 | Rated E)

Stiles is eight years old when his dad brings Derek home.

[AU based on Disney’s The Fox and the Hound]


No Oceans Left by zoemathemata (Words: 14207 | Rated E)

Stiles has always been a merman. He just never knew how to tell anyone. He hasn’t shifted since his mom died.

Sea Foam and Sunshine by Jenetica (Words: 19838 | Rated E)

Derek’s job at as a lifeguard is dull, sometimes, but he saves lives, and after everything that happened with Kate, that’s all he needs. So when he sees a swimmer out after closing hours, too far into the deeps to be safe, he plunges into the water without thought.

He didn’t know at the time that maybe, just maybe, this time it was his own life that he was saving.

Wolf of the Waters by NimblePhoenix (Words: 12385 | Rated E)

An AU in which Derek flees to his family’s vacation home on the coast in an attempt to leave behind Beacon Hills and all its ghosts. Stiles is a bold young merman who likes to feel the sun on his scales and isn’t about to give up his favorite place to sun bathe just because a brooding werewolf has moved into the long abandoned beach house. Mythical creatures abound and romance is in abundance.


You’re Just An Empty Cage Boy (If You Kill The Bird) by cirquedisoleil (Words: 26000 | Not Rated)

Stiles can’t remember the last time he’s spoken.


Keep It Together by ravingrevolution (Words: 23129 | Rated E)

“What if I guess what you are?” Derek asked.

Stiles sighed. “Why do you even think there’s something to guess?”

Derek cocked an eyebrow at him. “You’re taking a cold bath and showing no signs of being chilled. A normal human would be shivering by now and your body temperature hasn’t dropped at all.”

Which, okay, fair point.


Commands and Contrasts by ravingrevolution (Words: 88377 | Rated M)

“Collared Alphas are Careful Alphas”

Seriously? What the hell was that? Because putting a collar on someone was supposed to make them manageable or something? Sure thing.

Or: “Mated Betas are Better Betas”

Again with the control issues. But then again betas were by far the most common classification type, so Stiles assumed that was mainly posted to keep things kind of even.

His least favorite was definitely: “Keep Omegas Pure - Report Uncollared Unmated Alphas Always”

Just wow.

Stiles attended all the home economics classes, like a good omega, and took all his pills, like a good omega, and outwardly submitted to authority, like a good omega, but he didn’t buy into the whole structure dynamic thing. He just didn’t.

The Hour of the Wolf by Suaine (Words: 54045 | Rated E)

Stiles never wanted to be a werewolf, but the choice is taken out of his hands by a series of unfortunate events. When he wakes up his life has become infinitely more complicated.

Me: *reads the first chapter of Vanitas no Carte*

Me: I love these characters already! Vanitas and Noe are brilliant. I wonder what will happen in the future and what Mochijun has in stall for us.

Me: *reads last page of the chapter*

Me: …

Me: *laughing hysterically and insane*  What did I expect? A happy ending??? Of course it will end in a pool of blood and tears!

RULES (Inspiration from the lovely Hayley)
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  • reblog this post, likes do not count, but feel free to like this to bookmark it
  • the more you reblog the better chance you have, but please don’t spam your followers 
  • reblog up until may 8th
  • this post must reach 40 notes
  • winner and 2 runner ups (possibly more if this gets a lot of notes) will be announced on may 9th (and will remain botm winners till june 9th)
  • any kind of blog is allowed to enter x
  • quality posts and a nice theme
  • having nice edits/gifs is a plus
  • organisation is also a plus (nav pages, etc)
  • an all round fab person
  • a follow back (if i’m not already)
  • a spot on my blog for a month
  • 5 promo requests
  • promo on announcement
  • eternal love
  • a follow back (if i’m not already)
  • promo on announcement
  • a spot on my blog (probably on the nav page)
  • eternal love

And that’s it! Reblog away x

Brooke prompted: in any public place: I could swear you keep looking at me, hang on are you drawing me AU

Derek had been in an inspirational funk for over a week- which was excellent luck for someone in an art school with projects piling up and portfolios empty and collecting dust. He only had a few weeks left and this was when he was going to start losing his muse. Derek could almost set a clock to his constant cycle of bad luck.

His third Saturday before finals, Derek rolled out of bed a little after noon, still in his flannel pajama pants and old Beacon Hills basketball shirt, and headed downstairs to the courtyard, art supplies in hand. Derek took a seat under a tree across from a large open space between the dorm rooms and the library, watching a bustling crowd slowly develop, blasting top pop hits as loud as their human ears could handle- which was about twenty times worse to Derek.

Derek first tried sketching out the group (unsuccessfully) playing hacky-sack, but seemed to forget that people usually only possessed two legs and had to scrap his sketch, feeling like his morning endeavor was dead on arrival. Derek retreated from live-action and turned instead to still life, picking up a fallen leaf and mindlessly trying to recreate its shape onto the corner of his blank page, but found himself growing bored before he could even attempt to replicate the leaf’s texture. Derek’s inspiration was dead- he already felt like his senior portfolio was going to be a lost cause.

“Oh my god, Scott- I love this song!” Derek could hear a boy shouting over the music and looked up to try and find the source. He spotted two boys running towards the crowd, one pulling the other along by the sleeve of his shirt as he chased the melody he just couldn’t seem to resist.

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anonymous asked:

me and a friend are working on a story together and, well... we have A LOT of characters and a general plan for YEARS into the stories future... he's gonna come over sometime this week and i feel like we'll probably work more on that kind of stuff, but it's not going to do much good if we dont get STARTED. should i try to come up with the first few pages/chapters to surprise him?

Hello, proactive-minded anon~ ♥︎

Now, this is going to be one of those posts of writing advice that sounds a lot like life advice.

First off, I think you’re AWESOME. Not in the fact that you and your friend have this cool world full of characters– but in the fact that you want to get STARTED. That’s great. No, really. I love you already. Proactive people are my favorite~ ♥︎

I don’t want to sell your proactivity short, it is seriously the thing that will help you go big in your career and life. Seriously. I am not kidding you. When I worked for Darth Vader, I mean, when I worked at this totally not evil company, I rose through the ranks because I was the ONLY person who was proactive. I asked questions. I showed initiative. I said I would do things and I did them. I went from being the kid they hired to wash laboratory dishes– to the laboratory manager’s secretary. Seriously, being proactive gets you places.

That being said, I think you should probably tell your friend you are going to write the story– because, while proactiveness is amazing without communication it may seem cold and, at times like you overstepped your boundaries. If I have to rank traits on a scale, while proactiveness is AMAZING, it should be second to communication. In all relationships (and yes, friendship is a relationship), you should always let your dear ones know what you’re doing.

The last thing you want is your friend feeling like you got started on the fun without them. Now, your friend may not care– but that is not a gamble that I’m okay with making in any relationship.

I’m not saying you shouldn’t go ahead and write, I’m saying you should go and ask them if they’re okay with you getting the story rolling c;

Communication! Seriously, there have been so many people I have let go off in my life because they had the mentality that it was “easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission,” and I’m kind of against it when it comes to relationships.

Just my two cents~ ♥︎

PS: As an extra note, please remember that – although you have planned years, upon years, of the story’s plot – your story may grow before your eyes. This is not wrong. This is the beauty in writing. Think of your story as a child and you as the parent. You may expect this child to become something when they grow up… but you have no control over that. You could be the cool parent who let’s their kid grow up to be whatever they want to be, or… you could be the OTHER type of parent :x