I’m working on animating some scenes in Anime Style. And there’s been a lot of crazy things going on in this fandom, but I’ll still be here to draw Loud House stuff and more. We must stay strong. <3 Thank you again for all the support.
I finally got my shit together and managed to write a korean drama recommendation list. Under the cut below, I added a description of the dramas along with a short comment on what I thought about it. If you like my recommendation list, please like and/or reblog. it means a lot ♡
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TO ALL OF YOU WHO ARE GOING THRU THE HARSHEST OF TIMES… Keep your head up, don’t doubt yourself, you WILL emerge victorious just as you always do, because you’re a warrior. You were born to fight and become stronger than many of those you are surrounded by. This is your fate, you are one of the chosen few to fight alongside of myself and all the others that have been fortunate enough to be the one who is relied on by others for your inner strength. warriors aren’t just born, they are forged in the flames of chaos and are strengthened by the torment of tribulation’s sorrow and pain. Appreciate your struggles, for they are opportunities to gain power and make you more resourceful. Here’s some water, wash the blood out of your eyes so you can see clearly again. Id like you to accept this katana I’ve specifically chosen for you as a gift to aid you in your battles. You deserve it because you have a kind soul and a good heart inside of you. I know you’re exhausted by the fight and the pain is making you lose resolve, BUT YOU CANNOT STOP. You have a whole new level of strength within you that you are unaware of, but I can see it. You are resilient enough to unlock it, trust me. I must go now for I have more battles to win and we have so many other brothers and sisters out there like yourself that I am destined to assist , but know that we will cross paths again… And when we do, you will finally understand why I have so much faith in you.
Note: Do you have any Bellarke fic moments that you want illustrated in this style? Or if anyone has a moment in a fic or headcanon that they want illustrated, please reblog with or comment your suggestions! I’m trying to practice digital painting and I would really appreciate prompts. :)
He slowly reached out and touched the hair framing her face.
“It suits you.”
Clarke smiled a little at his awed tone and lightly touched the frame of his glasses.
Title: Pain of Parting Character: Jonathan Byers A/n: I loved jonathan so much during the first season, his character was really interesting so I decided to write somethin’ for him. I guess we could call this angst so there’s your warning if that’s not your jam.
“Do you have to go?” Jonathan asked as he sat cross-legged on your bed, chin in his hands as he watched you move clothes from your closet to a large suitcases that laid open at the foot of your mattress.
“You know I have to,” You told him as you met his gaze with a smile. “My family always insists that we go up to the lakehouse every odd summer. We haven’t been up there in over three years. So yes, I do.”
Jonathan got quiet, his hands were busy pulling at loose peices of string that had been caught on one of your blankets.
You looked up from your folding and noticed the sad expression on his face. You’d known him for a handful of years, and you knew he wasn’t very much of a people person. Apart from you, he didn’t have many close friends.
You set aside your clothes and sat down beside him. “You shouldn’t be sad, I’m only going to be gone until August,” You told him, reaching up and running your hands through his hair. “You can phone me whenever you’d like, and I’ll write to you. Two months and I’ll be right back
Jonathan moved his head to your shoulder, his eyes closing whenever you continued to play with his hair. “Really?”
You looked down at him. “Have I ever let you down before?”
Jonathan stopped over by your house the day you were supposed to leave, he wanted a chance to say goodbye.
You were already out in the drive away, helping your dad figure out a way to put all the suitcases into the trunk of the car.
“Here, I’m gonna get a few more things from the house. Maybe your mother will be better at this.” Your dad said, giving you a small tap on the nose before jogging inside.
You brushed off your hands on your overalls before you looked over and saw Jonathan awkwardly standing to the side with his hands in his pockets.
“Jonathan!” You called, waving him over. “Come to say bye?”
Jonathan nodded, shifting his weight back and forth as he tried to think of what to say. “I already said it, but I’m gonna miss you.”
You smiled at him. “Don’t be like that, when I come back you talk my ear off about all the stuff you did and we’ll still have all of August to hang out.”
Jonathan met your gaze and he reached out to pull you into a hug.
You laughed and returned his embrace, pulling away as you gave him a big kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you soon.” You told him, taking a step back towards your car.
“Y-Yeah, I’ll see you.” He told you with a wave.
You waved back before turning on your heel.
You walked about five paces before Jonathan called you back.
You went to turn around but Jonathan was already there, and before you could even process anything he bent down and gave you a quick kiss.
“Bye.” Jonathan said once he pulled away and quickly made a run for it down the street while you watched him with wide eyes.
“Jonathan!” Joyce called as she entered the house, her hands busy shuffling through the mail she collected. “You have something from (Y/n)!”
Jonathan came quickly out of his room, only coming to a halt whenever he was in front of his mother. “Yes?”
Joyce looked up at her son and smiled, she handed him a letter and a cardboard box. “These are for you.”
Jonathan took them and a bright smile showed up on his face as he looked down at them. “Thanks.”
He hurried back into his room, setting the box aside on his nightstand before he tore apart the envelope.
You wrote about how nice the lakehouse was, how pretty the scenery was and about all the little adventures you and your family had so far on your trip.
Jonathan noticed you had drawn small doodles of rabbits and frogs all over the paper, they were even painted with the set of watercolors he had given you on your birthday.
He saved up for them for months, and it showed by how proud he was when he gave it to you and saw that you loved it.
“I sent along a box as well,” Jonathan read as he looked over and grabbed it, taking a minute to tear off the tape, he looked inside to find a small collection of things.
“The pencils are for Will, he had given me
some of his drawings to keep and I thought he might like these. The earrings are for your mum, and be sure to tell her that I insist she accept them, she deserves it.
I’ve got you a gift as well, but I plan to give it to you in person.
Lots of love,”
Everyday after that, Jonathan had made it a habit to ask his mother if there was a letter from you.
“Anything from (Y/n)?”
“Did (Y/n) send a letter today?”
You would send at least one every week, but he still felt the need to ask just in case.
Until one day he noticed about two weeks had passed without word from you. Joyce would come home and gently let him know there was nothing, but reasoned the post was just being slow or you were busy with your family.
And at first Jonathan understood, he thought it was a reasonable explanation, so he stopped worrying about it.
Jonathan was driving home from picking a few things up from the grocery store for his mom, but he drove by your house and noticed that your family car was parked in the driveway.
You would have called to let him know you were coming home early, you probably would’ve gone to his house yourself if wasn’t late.
His curiosity was peaked, and he parked his car across the street before ringing your doorbell.
“Hello?” Your sister answered the door, and Jonathan was slightly taken back by her appearance.
Her eyes were puffy and red, she looked like she’d been crying for hours.
“Oh Jonathan, it’s you.” She said as she sniffed, wiping at her eyes with her shirt sleeve.
“Yeah uh, is (Y/n) here?” He asked, slightly alarmed by how distressed she looked.
If possible, her face got even more somber. “I guess it’s best to just tell you, but…” She broke off into a small series of sobs before continuing. “We were up at the lakehouse, and her and dad went out on the boat. No one knows what’s happened to them but they’ve been missing for a couple days.”
It took Jonathan a few moments to register what she was saying, and he was surprised by his lack of reaction.
“Of course, we don’t want to assume the worst, but no one can find them and it’s been days.” She said with a vacant laugh before shaking her head. “Wait here for a moment.”
Jonathan watched her disappear into the house, trying to understand why his mind was going blank at a time when he should feel sad or angry even.
But he didn’t.
“She mentioned that this was for you,” Your sister said once she returned. “She seemed pretty proud of it.” There was that sad laugh again as she held a wrapped package out to him.
“I’m so sorry,” Jonathan said, taking it from her.
Your sister nodded, her hand was now covering her mouth as tears piled up at the edges of her eyes. “She was very fond of you, talked about you a great deal.”
Jonathan looked up at her. “I’m sorry.”
He couldn’t think of anything else to say.
Jonathan drove home in silence.
He didn’t even turn the radio on.
When he stepped through his front door he was met with more silence, Joyce must have been working late again.
Jonathan closed his door whenever he went inside, his eyes remaining fixated on your present to him.
He didn’t want to open it.
You told him you wanted to give it to him in person.
You told him you were going to come back.
Why didn’t you come back?
Jonathan’s hands were tearing away at the wrapping before he registered what he was doing. He then pulled out a leather sketchbook, he could vaguely remember times whenever you’d come over to his house and you’d be doodling around in it, refusing to show him the end results.
He undid the leather straps that kept it closed, and flipped through the first couple of pages.
He wasn’t surprised to find several pencil sketches of various animals, rabits and little mice in particular. Some of them were life-like while others were dressed in little jackets and hats, having tea parties by a river.
Jonathan moved to sit on the edge of his bed, despite the whirl of emotions going through his head, he found himself smiling.
To his surprise, the next pages were filled with portraits. Some were of him, others were of Will or even Joyce, they were all smiling in each of them.
He spent the next couple of minutes going through the rest of it, and he found himself growing disappointed whenever he was reaching the end.
On the very last page, there was a small handwritten note instead.
“I’ve been working on this one for awhile, but I thought you’d like to have it once it was finished.
I know you’re not a fan of pictures of yourself, but I hope you won’t mind a few sketches.
All my love xx (Y/n)”
You always had nice handwriting, it was always in cursive.
Suddenly, a wet spot appeared onto the page, Jonathan didn’t even realize it until it started smudging your signiture.
Another one showed up on the corner of the page, and he brought his hand up to realize tears were falling freely from his eyes.
A few tears slowly turned into sobs, then he was laying on the side of his bed, holding your sketchbook tightly against his chest while he cried.
Characters: Sam, Lucifer ( or Casifer if you want to be technical), Dean x Reader, Amara, Gabriel x Reader (you’ll see)
Word Count: 1,627
Warnings: angst, slight fluff
A/N: I wrote this a while ago, maybe a month or two ago, and I decided to post it finally. I hope you all like this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3
Ever since Dean removed the mark of Cain, there had been this unspoken tension between the two of you. You loved Dean, and he loved you, but there was one huge problem; the darkness, or Amara as she called herself. Dean was your boyfriend, but Amara acted as if you didn’t exist. You didn’t take her affection for Dean lightly.
When you finally came face to face with Amara, she was not pleased with you. She made sure to note that Dean and her were bonded. You chose not to give a shit about what she said. You weren’t willing to lose Dean, especially to Amara. By the time Amara was done with you, you were beaten and bloody. Lucifer was the one to heal you. If it wasn’t for him, you probably would have died of internal bleeding.
“[Y/N] please,” Dean pleaded. “Amara will kill you.” Dean’s eyes looked over the blood that still stained your skin and your clothes.
“Me?” The boy’s eyes went round with astonishment.
“You, man.” Jamie took the paper from me, folded it, then knelt and tucked it inside Fergus’s shirt.
“This must reach my sister—Madame Murray—without fail. It is worth more than my life, man—or yours.”
Practically breathless with the enormity of the responsibility entrusted to him, Fergus stood up straight, hands clasped over his middle.
“I will not fail you, milord!”
A faint smile crossed Jamie’s lips, and he rested a hand briefly on the smooth cap of Fergus’s hair.
“I know that, man, and I am grateful,” he said. He twisted the ring off his left hand; the cabochon ruby that had belonged to his father. “Here,” he said, handing it to Fergus. “Go to the stables, and show this to the old man ye’ll see there. Tell him I said you are to take Donas. Take the horse, and ride for Lallybroch. Stop for nothing, except as you must, to sleep, and when ye do sleep, hide yourself well.”
Fergus was speechless with alarmed excitement, but Murtagh frowned dubiously at him.
“D’ye think the bairn can manage yon wicked beast?” he said.
“Aye, he can,” Jamie said firmly. Overcome, Fergus stuttered, then sank to his knees and kissed Jamie’s hand fervently. Springing to his feet, he darted away in the direction of the stables, his slight figure disappearing in the mist.
A/N: This was requested by @flufy07! I hope you all enjoy! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3<3
When you first dated Dean, the two of you argued over the smallest things. Now that you had been dating the elder Winchester for a year and a half, you didn’t have as many quarrels. However, today was one of those days where you did argue. It was best to separate yourself from Dean when the two of you got into a heated argument. You both needed to cool off.
You walked to a local bar that was close to the bunker. You didn’t want Dean to worry about you, even if you were upset with him right now. You padded into the building, immediately going up to the bar and ordering a beer.
As you took a swig of your beer, your eyes landed on the billiard table just feet from you. A group of college frat boys were playing pool. They were all making googly eyes at you, sizing you up from head to toe. Dean did teach you how to hustle pool, it would be a shame to waste his teachings. You pushed away from the bar’s counter, sauntering over to the pool table.