The first picture was drawn in june… I am so glad how Keiths hair developed. From angry Emo Mullet… to the glorious fluffy cute Mullet we all love. Lance developed from asshole fuckboy… to a beauty prince. Also Hunk finally got a few pounds more on his glorious body and … yeah everybody else looks better as well. Sorry for not drawing Shiro for a comparison… I was lazy :D
2016 was not the best year ever, but at least I can be proud of my improvement.
The boy has yellow hair, fluffy as a newly-hatched Pidgey, and he’s
staring at the sky. “Hey kid,” Zenna says, “you need to get
inside. Storm’s a-coming.”
He doesn’t turn his head; he says, “I’ve lost my baby,” while
still scanning the low-hanging sky. The corners of his mouth quaver.
Fuck. Zenna’s terrible with children; she never knows how to stop
them from crying. Pokemon are so much easier.
“Your starter?” Zenna says: the boy looks about ten. Maybe. It’s
hard to say. Locktown is a city built on crumbling industry, gouged
by poverty, crouched in the shadows of the Zapdos Mountains – which
jag up from the earth like the spine of a starved beast. It’s a hard
land, and it’s inhabitants are hungry more often than not. This
little one has sharp collarbones and pointed cheeks. Zenna pulls a
chocolate bar from her pocket, unwraps it slowly.
At the crinkle, the boy’s head snaps around. His eyes are huge. “My
baby,” he says again, “my Fearow.”
“Your –” his what.
Fearows are savage bastards at the best of times, too much for all
but the most hardy of trainers – more trouble than they’re worth
half the time. “Your Fearow,” she says. The boy nods. He’s
staring at the chocolate bar. Zenna throws it over. He fumbles the
catch, snatches it up from the ground, doesn’t bother to brush the
dirt off before cramming it in his mouth.
“Baby,” he says, “'cos Mama
didn’t have any but me and she used to call me her Baby but she’s
gone now so I’m the grown-up and he’s the Baby, see? He’s mine, he’s
flown off, it’s the storm, you know?”
“You should get inside,” Zenna
says, as the wind starts up. It’s bitter and spangled with ice.
“Where do you live?”
“Uh – “ the boy says, “uh,
see, there was Mama’s house only last week our landlord finally
realised that we weren’t paying rent anymore and kicked us out –
Baby would have stuck up for me but it isn’t worth it to fight them,
no one can fight them, Giovanni would –” and his voice cuts off.
He wipes a patina of snot on the back of his hand. “Mama always
said to trust in my instincts so I did, I ran and I took Baby and ran
and now I’m – I’m sleeping here,” and with one waved hand he
encompasses their surroundings: wind-blasted fields, tumbledown
factors, the wreckage of a once-prosporous town.
“You’re sleeping rough?”
“Yeah. Mama says – said –
trust my instincts and they’re saying not to go back to Locktown.”
“It’s a dangerous place. Here, why
don’t I help you find Baby?”
“Would you?” The kid’s face
lights up. “Thanks miss!”
“Call me Zenna,” says Zenna,
“Zenna Embers. Here,” and she throws a Pokeball. Her Charizard,
Candela (named for her baby sister; they have the same irascible, demanding temperament; it seems only right), emerges in a flare of white light: the boy coos in
admiration, and Zenna resists the temptation to preen. “Right
Inferno! We’re looking for a Fearow –”
It all happens very quickly after
that. A mighty roar of thunder shakes the earth. Lightning rends the
sky apart with greedy, crooked fingers. Thunder answers the
lightning, lightning answers the thunder, and in a heartbeat Zenna is
in the middle of the worst storm she has ever known. Rain pounds down
like the fists of a vengeful god, cold and punishing. Candela lifts
his wings, intending to shelter her; but all this rain is worse for
him, so she recalls him and screams, “Kid!” over the howl of the
wind. “We’ve got to get to shelter! We’ve – “
Words snatched from her throat. The
boy stands in a corona of light so bright it hurts to look at. There
is a Zapdos on his shoulders. Its wings are arced over his head,
shielding him from the downpour; the rain fizzles into steam against
the lightning of its feathers.
And just like that the storm clears.
Heavy grey clouds peel back to reveal the brilliance of a blue sky.
And the kid says, “Baby! You worried me.”
The Zapdos – the Zapdos, god
of lightning and god of the mountains and and and – nuzzles
his head. He laughs in delight. “This is my friend,” he says,
“Zenna,” and Zenna can barely breathe as the – god of
thunder and bird of light and power and – regards
her with two ferocious eyes. She resists the temptation to knee; it’s
a primal, absurdist notion; but she’s faced with a myth,
an actual honest-to-gods myth.
“That’s not a Fearow – it’s a
Zapdos “ she says.
“Of course it’s a Fearow,” the boy
chirrups, “got the pointy feathers and everything. Thought you were a trainer, you should know that sort of thing.”
“Uh,” says Zenna.
“Oh, where are my manners?” the
boy continues, grinning and petting the Zapdos’s chest. “My name’s
Spark. Nice to meet you!”
Would you write a oneshot of the imagine you posted of the reader getting horny seeing stiles in his lacrosse uniform please?
A/N: Sorry I haven´t written smut in a while but I did my best!
Warnings: trash writing, smutty smut, kind of dom!stiles, actually really dom!stiles but in the good way I guess, some fluff
I grinned down proudly at the boy with number 24. Stiles had made 4 goals, by now, he was the hero of the night. I was the loudest to cheer whenever he hit it, and it certainly boasted his self-esteem. I couldn’t help but think about how hot he looked in his uniform… His hair was a mess, his cheeks flushed and he wore that one special grin that made my insides clench.
He made the fifth goal 5 seconds before the game was over, Beacon Hills won. I jumped up along with Kira and Lydia, even forgetting about the sign I made for him, I just wanted to be close to him. The other players congratulated him by patting his shoulder and shouting out their favorite goal he made. My big smile didn’t leave my face once. I knew Stiles hadn’t been the best player right from the start, but just like I always told him; he was an extrodinary player, he just needed more confidence.
And to be honest confidence made him look even hotter. Especially in red… The other guys cheered when I jumped into his arms and kissed him. It was an innocent and sweet kiss at first, but it quickly became more heated. Had Stiles been a werewolf, he would’ve smelled my arousal. We only seperated when someone next to us cleared his throat.
“You guys are coming to the party right?”, Scott asked smiling.
“Good. You did great Stiles.”, Scott reassured him with his famous puppy eyes.
“Thanks bud.”, Stiles grinned. We followed Scott and Kira into the locker room, but I didn’t wait outside like usual, and I stopped him from walking towards the showers.
“Let’s just go to the party okay? You can have a shower afterwards.”, I smiled and he nodded.
“It was more of coincidence, really. I don’t even know how I made the last one.”, Stiles informed me excitedly. I nodded and bit my lip, pretending to listen. I thought I could simply forget my hormones, but apparently I was wrong.
“Stiles, can we leave?”, I interrupted him. He frowned and raised his eyebrows at me.
“But the party? We won Y/N, why would-”
“Because right now I’m incredibly horny and I need you.”, I interrupted him and didn’t even hide the fact that my eyes were glued to a certain part of him.
“Oh- oh my god. Please let this be real.”, he mumbled when I took his hand and guided him out of the house. He snapped out of his daze when I leaned against the jeep and pulled him against me, bringing him in for a kiss. I enjoyed him taking control of the situation. Stiles was a naturally sweet person, and the confidence he showed didn´t make him any less appealing.
He licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance, and I refused, just to see his reaction. He growled and bit my lip, my gasp giving him the possibility to slip his tongue in my mouth. I put my hands around his neck and tried to pull him even closer. He picked me up and I quickly wrapped my legs around him, letting out a sigh when he bucked his hips against mine.
“What was that princess?”, he whispered huskily into my ear as his hand began to fondle my ass. I let out a whimper and desperately bucked my hips against him in an attempt to get more friction. I felt him smirk into the kiss and god, it turned me on. He started to trail kisses down my neck and I finally stopped him just when he was about to reach my chest.
“Home.”, I managed to get out and he nodded before he reluctantly pulled back and opened the door for me. I smiled and got in, waiting for him to do the same.
The drive was silent, until I decided to make it a little more interesting. I put my hand on his shoulder first, giving him a smile that he returned. When he focused back on the street I let my hand glide down to is thigh, stroking it slowly.
“Y/N…”, Stiles warned me with a dark voice and a glance that let me know I´d pay for this later, but right now, I didn´t care.
“Huh?”, I asked innocently. He managed to ignore me for a while, at least until I decided to move my hand again. I put it over the obvious bulge he had in his pants, rubbing soft circles on it. He let out a loud groan and I felt myself getting wetter by the second. I kept massaging his bulge, growing more confident. At the next red traffic light he didn´t hesitate to kiss me roughly and let his hand glide under the hem of my dress. He stroked my thighs softly, but he knew it wasn’t anything close to what I wanted. He moved his fingers up to my wet folds, but never went any further. I gasped surprised when he inserted one finger into me.
“Who made you this wet baby, huh?”, he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper next to my ear. I let out a loud moan as he added another finger and picked up the pace, making me unable to reply.
“Was it me? Did I make you this wet?”, he asked and I managed to nod. He chuckled darkly and stopped pumping his fingers.
“I think you can do better than that. Who made you this wet?”, he asked again but didn’t let me time to think before he dipped his fingers back into me.
“What was that?”
“You made me this wet.”, I groaned. He rewarded me with rubbing my clit softly, making me feel incredibly dizzy. He had to stop when the car behind us honked; the traffic light had been green for a while now, we simply didn’t care.
Once we arrived at my place we hurried to get inside. My mum had a business meeting over the weekend, so we wouldn’t be interrupted. I kicked off my heels and barely noticed him doing the same while I pulled off his lacrosse shirt.
“You do realise you look damn hot in that uniform?”, I asked while letting my hand roam over his chest.
“You do realise you look damn hot basically all the time and I constantly want to fuck you?”
I smiled up at him and turned to let him unzip my dress, and took it off myself. He took off his pants and I couldn’t even say something before he picked me up and threw me down on the couch.
“Why don’t we go upstairs?”, I asked and looked up at him.
“We will after round one.”, he smirked back. I licked my lips and pulled him down on me. He immediately began kissing my neck until he found my sweet spot. I turned us so I could straddle him and give him better access to my neck. He sucked on it and I involuntary bucked my hips.
“How many rounds are there?”
“You’ll find out.”
He let out a groan as he took off my bra. He stared at my breasts for a few moments.
I took his hands and put them over my breasts, reminding him that he was allowed to touch me in any way he craved. He massaged my breasts until the increasing need I felt was unignorable. I brought my hand down to his boner and grabbed it, massaging it passionately. He threw his head back and moaned, thrusting into my hand. He gently pushed me onto the couch so he could get up and take off his boxers, but once he took them off I was already kneeling in front of him.
“Oh my God you’re literally the best girlfriend ever.”, he blurted out. I smiled up at him before I licked over his tip. Feeling encouraged by his moans I swirled my tongue around his tip before I took him deeper in mouth, but not very far.
“No teasing Y/N.”, he growled and I made sure to keep eye-contact as I took him all the way down my throat. He took my hair and put it into a lose ponytail as he guided my head back and forth with his head thrown back in pleasure. It felt even more intense when he started thrusting again. I moaned at how good he tasted and he automatically thrusted harder at the vibration. He pulled me up and connected our lips again, pushing me back down on the couch.
I felt the tip of his cock teasing my entrance and tried to move against him but Stiles held me tightly, so I couldn’t move without his permission. He slowly pushed inside me, too slowly. I bucked my hips against his and he now fully filled me up. He let me some time to adjust to his size, it was neccessary. Once the pain ebbed away, it started to feel good. It felt so fucking good.
He pulled out again, very slow and I just wanted to tell him that I couldn’t take his fucking teasing anymore when he rammed back into me with a force that made me bounce off the couch and against him again.
“Stiles…”, I wimpered and he sighed into my neck. He repeated his slow torture, thrusting back very hard. I gasped, it felt so good…
“Say my name like that again.”, he demanded and I had no problem with obeying him.
He picked up the pace and grabbed my hips in order to keep me steady. I arched my back when I felt his balls rubbing over my clit, bringing me closer to my release. I sat up, letting him thrust into me at a whole other angle. We both let out noises of pleasure, enjoying the imtimacy. He sucked on my sweet spot again and I felt my stomach tighten. I closed my eyes to concentrate on all the spots Stiles hit at once, bringing me over the edge.
“Stiles!”, I screamed as my orgasm washed over me.
“Look at me.”
I tried to, but I couldn’t handle the intensity. He thrusted into me even harder and I seriously started to wonder if he was still human with a power like this.
“I said look at me.”, he repeated with a firm voice and my eyes snapped open to meet his dark gaze. He moaned at the sight of me in pure pleasure. When I was about to come down from my high, I felt him twitch inside me before he filled me up with his warm cum. I sighed at the amazing feeling. We remained like this for a few seconds, until he pulled out and flipped us over, me lying on top, so I could lay down more comfortably.
“You really like this uniform.”, he chuckled breathlessly.
“I really like you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Stilinski.”
“Can we eat something? I want to be strong for round two.”, he grinned and I giggled and slapped his chest.
Ppl reading/commenting on my fic: I see you and I love you, thank you so much. I’m glad you liked the fluff! (that was the biggest struggle of the last idk how long - had no idea how to write fluff)
I’ve also apparently picked up some new followers along the way - HI! Welcome ^///^ This blog is shiny things, fluffy things, art reblogs, and fic. (If you’re inclined to dig deeper you’ll find some ish-ish poetry and a sad short story or two.) ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Enjoy !
she's unbelievably cute and adorable and her blonde hair is so fluffy and soft and her eyes? oh god they're a gorgeous faded green. she wore a fake septum piercing and all i could think about was how fucking beautiful she looked. she's started to style her hair again and wear earrings and jesus fuck is she a goddess. i adore her.
(oh my gosh anon you’re in deep, they sound amazing!!!)
Hi my name is Handsome Jack and I have the most handsome face in the universe (that’s how I got my name) and my hair is chocolate brown with hot grey streaks and shaped like a fluffy ice cream cone and heterochromatic eyes (I’m really smart and know a lot of words!!) that are wild forest green and echo device blue and a lot of people tell me I look like Wolverine (AN: but hotter). I’m not related to my body double but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight (unlike me) and white. I have pale white skin because I’m a white boy. I’m also a wizard and I teach children how to murder at a magic school called Hogwarts in England (I’m seventeen). I’m a goth (because it’s cool) and I wear whatever the hell I want. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there because I’m filthy rich. For example today I was wearing a leather waistcoat with a white tailed dress shirt and my favorite grey jacket a yellow sweater two pairs of jeans and pink fishnets to surprise my girlfriend. I was wearing a mask of my own face over my face because I’m mysterious and edgy. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of wanna be vault hunters stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them and shot at them because I have 8 guns on me at all times.
How about Hufflepuff aesthetics that aren’t all honey and plants and fireplaces and sweaters?
There’s this stereotype that all there is to Hufflepuffs are fluffy, yellow things.
Look at Tonks. That woman was one of the best characters in the entire series, in my personal opinion. She was strong, and fierce, and a rebel. She fell in love with (and stayed with) a werewolf, even though you can imagine how frowned upon that was. She had hair that changed colour, and she didn’t change her appearance to make others happy - she changed it to make herself happy.
And look at all your headcanons about Teddy Lupin! A rebel with bright blue hair and a huge heart, who wears leather a lot.
They are both Hufflepuffs.
Are they the stereotypical, honey-eating, cuddly pushovers that everyone seems to think Hufflepuffs are? No, they’re badass rebels. Almost every Potterhead I’ve run into agrees with that.
The Hufflepuff house was the house from which nearly every single student stayed and fought at the Battle of Hogwarts with courage and light.
Why are they reduced to fluffy and food-obsessed?
They are strong and loyal and fiercely protective of the people, places, and concepts they value and love. They enjoy a good party, or celebration, or festival. They have the ability to be both gentle and furious. They are intelligent in their own rights, and brave. And yes - they do enjoy a good cuppa by the fire after a day of working in the garden.
Let’s start giving Hufflepuffs the treatment they deserve and start portraying them in less stereotypical (and falsely so) and dull ways. Gardens, tea, honey, sweaters, fireplaces - those are all traits that remind us of Hufflepuffs, and with good reason.
Those are beautiful things, and they are wonderful things, and Hufflepuffs are charming and amazing for it. I’m just saying that that isn’t all there is to them. They have those traits, and they’re good ones.
But don’t completely erase their courage, loyalty, protectiveness, devotion to friends, and their strength either.
A/N: Of course! Thank you for the request, it’s my very first one. Hope you enjoy it.
summary: Your shy personality and low confidence at your looks convinces you that your crush, Barry Allen, will never notice you. However, when Caitlin and Iris dress you up for an event, your perception might just change for the better.
pairing: barry allen x reader
warning: this one kind of got away from me and is kind of lengthy. I don’t know if I should apologize for that or not, but here you guys go! ALSO, IT ENDED UP BEING REALLY FLUFFY, I DON’T KNOW HOW.
H/C = hair color
You pushed your black-rimmed, large glasses up your nose as you made your way into the Cortex of S.T.A.R. labs, your H/C hair piled messily on top of your head as usual. Cisco and Caitlin were already speaking into their mics at the desk, offering you waves in greeting. You waved back, glad that you didn’t have to say anything. You had just sat down when there was a loud whooshing and the loose strands of your hair whipped across your face.
“That was awesome!” Barry yelled, high-fiving Cisco and laughing. Caitlin immediately started to check his vitals to make sure his training had gone alright. When your eyes met his, your face grew hot at his wide smile.
“Hey, Y/N,” he said, giving you a small wave. Your heart pounded and you opened your mouth to reply. Before you had the chance, your nerves holding you back, Cisco mentioned something and Barry immediately switched his attention to the genius. You were a bit disappointed, but let it go. It’s not like he’d ever noticed you more than anyone else, anyway.