You first requested me about a million years ago, and I’m sorry it’s taken so long! I got into an art block and couldn’t do much for a while. So now that I finally have the motivation to do it, I wanted to make up for the long waiting time. I hope this is sufficient enough somehow! :’( I know it’s not perfect and I should’ve done it more detailed. But after 5 hours I’m kinda exhausted.. ha ha ha..
Hey guys, this is GRACE (dearmyjimin), your resident Jungkook and Jimin stan. My blog has just hit it’s first-year anniversary and I wanted to start a series of yearly follow forever posts that serve as both a personal compilation of some fav graphics of my own (so that I can track how much I’ve grown as a designer), as well as to thank everyone who has helped me in one way or another. Each and every creation was made possible because of all the support I received. I wish to thank those who follow and support me, my lovely mutuals and friends who encourage me and all the blogs I follow for decorating my dash with amazing content. I am proud to be an ARMY and to stan 7 Kings who are the sources of inspiration behind my creations ♡
my mutuals - bolded ♡ - personal message under the cut
I suffered from some of the same hardships Evan did. But in the end, I was able to overcome those hurdles and conquer my lack of confidence. And now, for the first time in my life, I know exactly what I want to do. I want to make the kind of music I feel called to make without compromise. I want to write about my own life experiences and my own struggles. I want to write about the grand adventures I’ve had, the things I’ve seen, the places I’ve been, the people I love. I want to write music like an author writes an autobiography. I want to write about my own personal experiences and life stories because they are important. They are real and true and worth honoring.
I am still an outsider. But that’s okay with me. I am the only thing I know how to be. I am myself.
You are no longer a shy boy. You have a strong heart. Happy Birthday, Adam Randal Young
So I’ve been watching Black Sails and uh…well…here’s another WIP.
Once again, super dark bg and super dark pants make it really difficult to tell where the legs are :/ Anyway, I’ve finished the rotoscoping part and have some key frames added, now I just need to do some inbetweens and refine the timing and stuff :P
Not sure if I’m gonna have silver remain motionless for the first half? I’ve been watching some animated stuff and it seems weird how often that actually happens? But I was thinking, maybe I’ll just do some movement in the hair? Otherwise it does come off as a bit unnatural?
After months of saying so, i’m finally doing my first ever follow forever! Over the past 2 year this blog has reached many milestones which i’m so so very thankful for mOM I WON ThIS Every time i log on to tumblr and look at that number I still feel overwhelmed and I can’t stress enough how deeply grateful I am to all of you!
Every compliment, every tag, every message, every follow really means a lot to me and fnbgfuobirjrr i’m just so happy to be here surrounded by kind and loving people ;-))) Also thank you to everyone who has given me confidence in what I make! I used to find it hard to make my own content when there are so many amazing blogs who makes things that are 1484584 times better than mine but thanks to everyone’s words of encouragement, i’ve learnt to like what I make too! i love stalkinG you guys tags you’re all soo so so nice
Anways here’s a follow forever dedicated to all the amazing blogs that I follow, without you guys this blog wouldn’t even exist so I thank you all from the bottom of my heart! I love you all very much!
Also I apologise if I get anything wrong, message me and i’ll glady change it!
“Just breathe, babe,” Chris said, trying to stay calm. I was trying, but the breaths wouldn’t come. He sat back in the chair, helpless look on his face. I knew he wanted to help, but there wasn’t nothing else for him to do. I had refused any kind of pain management. It was our first baby and I wanted to be present. I’m crazy.
“Okay, time to push,” the doctor said and I turned to look at Chris. He nodded and walked back over to me, grabbing my hand. “Squeeze as tight as you need to,” he said, giving me the best smile he could muster. “Alright,” I heard the doctor say, “1, 2, 3, push,” she told me and I pushed as hard as I could, desperate for it to just be over. “Doing great, babe,” Chris encouraged, giving me a kiss on the cheek. After a few more pushes, I heard it. Her cries filled the room and the tears poured as I looked at Chris, smiling and tears running down his cheeks.
“You did it,” he told me, leaning over to kiss me. He watched the nurses make sure our daughter was fine and moved to cut the cord. Exhaustion washed over me as I laid my head back and closed my eyes, knowing she was in good hands.
I woke up later to see him curled up in the chair, the tiny bundle in his arms. He was leaning in close to her, whispering. I couldn’t help but cry again as I watched him talking to her. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, “just like mommy,” he finished, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. He noticed me sitting up to watch him and he smiled. He stood up carefully and walked toward me, sitting close to me on the bed. He kissed me and handed her to me. “Thank you,” he told me quietly and I looked up at him. “For what?,” I asked and he smiled. “For her.”
A/N: I’m trying to make things more fair and more even between the two main fandoms on this blog! So I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much!
Requested by anon:
Could you write for Castiel x reader who is really smol and shy and how he tries to get her to open up to him? Thank you!❤️
When you joined the Winchesters, you seemed to peak Castiel’s interest. You were shy, and possibly the smallest hunter he had ever seen. When you stood next to Sam the height difference was abundantly clear. Even next to Castiel you were still quite short. Castiel was determined to break you out of your shell. He wanted to know the real you; not the you the Winchesters saw.
Castiel knocked on your door, poking his head inside your room. You were sitting in your bed, reading a book. As soon as the angel stepped into your room, you closed your book, setting it down at your feet. He could tell you were still cautious around him.
“I hope I’m not bothering you [Y/N],” Castiel said in a low voice. “Sam and Dean left a few minutes ago and I was wondering if you wanted to talk. We haven’t had much time to get acquainted yet.”
The door to the bathroom was cracked. I should never have stepped up to the door, but my legs had a mind of their own as they carried me to the door, my body leaning lightly against the door frame.
Dean’s back was to the door. He was in the shower, the water cascading down the rippling muscles of his back. The rivulets of water were mesmerizing as they rolled effortlessly off his shoulders and down the curve of his back. I could see the tension that his shoulders held, and I wanted so badly to be able to ease the pain that he was dealing with, but I didn’t know how to do that.
“Y/N,” Dean muttered, as he ran his hands through his hair. The way the water glistened in his hair fascinated me. Everything about the tall, broad shouldered man in front of me fascinated me. Everything about Dean Winchester made me want to take care of him and take away all of the hurt, all of the pain.
I peeled off the old rock t-shirt I was wearing and the boy shorts I had planned to sleep in, and I took a chance. I stepped behind Dean in the shower, pressing my naked body against his, wrapping my arms around his waist, burying my face in his back. I was surprised that he didn’t push me away, didn’t demand to know what the hell I was doing. That was all he had done for what seemed like months.
Instead, he wrapped is arms around mine and rubbed them gently. He sighed heavily as my hands slowly ran up the length of his chest, the muscles tensing initially at my touch.
Dean and I didn’t have this kind of relationship, though there was always an attraction there, we had never acted on it for one reason or another.
He turned to face me, a sharp, deep breath leaving his mouth as his eyes fell on me for the first time. He leaned down and kissed me. I wasn’t expecting that. I had come here expecting to help him, and here he was seemingly helping me. His lips moved languidly against mine, his tongue testing the waters, lapping at my tongue, as his hands explored the expanse of my body. They discovered places they had never known before as his hands traveled slowly down between my legs, a finger slipping into my warm core, a gasp escaping me, catching me by surprise.
“Let me,” I begged, grabbing his wrist and sliding down in front of him, settling before his hard, throbbing cock. “This is about you. I want you to feel good for once,” I pleaded as my fingers slid along his torso and around his cock. I took him into my mouth and looked up at him. His eyes were squeezed shut, his fists clenched at his sides. “It’s okay,” I whispered, rubbing his arms and thighs, trying to encourage his fists to un-clench.
Slowly, his hands made their way into my hair and I knew he was finally letting go a little. I let myself get lost in the way he felt heavy on my tongue. That night I made sure Dean Winchester was taken care of. That night I made sure that all the other shit he was dealing with was the last thing on his mind.
so after a long time,i decided to make my first Follow Forever,ok i wasn’t sure about my edit ( because i kinda suck at it lol )
I want to thank you all for making my dashboard better ! and even if i don’t talk with most of you because im antisocial and nobody wants to talk to me *sigh* nah actually they do talk to me lol :) i met so many beautiful people here,and im so glad about it. these blogs & their owners are cute and kind af dunno you should follow them too if u don’t already
-So first off I guess… HI! to all of my new followers. WOW. There are a lot of you, and to get that many from one post actually makes me sort of nervous. But I’ll try to do my best! For normal updates I usually have an art post at 7:00 pm Central Time, Monday to Friday, with ask answers happening kind of randomly. And if anyone is interested, my commission information is here.
-I… also have a lot more asks than I’m used to getting? ; ^ ; ! And I am going to answer them all, some privately and some publicly, but if it takes a while for me to get to yours, I’m sorry! And if I hold onto an older ask for a while, it might be because I want to draw something silly for it.
-Bees?? Adding more pride bees later today, probably going to add some text to the post as well.
Time to celebrate surviving three weeks of hiatus with a new prompt! After coffee shops, space and royals, we can’t wait to see what you come up with for:
We’re sure you’re all familiar with this one, and there’s certainly a lot of possibilities to explore! There’s no rules on setting, so you could do a real world AU, or explore the possibilities within the canon. Or do something more exotic! The choice is up to you - as long as someone’s a single parent, it all fits, so go wild!
Again, usual reminders apply; please tag your works #shaumondays in the first five tags, and tag any triggers. If you could tag any otps and brotps somewhere in the post, that would also help us a lot with sorting! Also remember you can tag us @shadowhuntersaumondays within the post if you think it might go missing, and if something hasn’t been reblogged and you think it should have been, don’t be afraid to get in touch!
We accept all types of fanworks that you could dream of, but please remember that all content should be created originally by you. This challenge has been incredible, and we can’t wait to see you rise to this week’s challenge. As always, if you’re in need of inspiration, you can check under the cut for prompts and ideas. If you have questions, ask them here, and remember fanfics posted on AO3 can be added to this collection if you wish! Happy creating!
I haven’t done one of these in forever but now I thought it would be a good idea to finally do my first follow forever on this blog. I remade this blog 3 months ago because I really wanted to be part of the bts/kpop fandom. And I’m glad that I’ve decided to do so. I had the chance to meet some really cool people and to make new friends on here. Thank you for being so friendly and kind!
It’s a rather small list but I’m sure it will grow after some time. The list is in no particular order.
Merry Christmas! Thanks to@l8nitl0vr for the request. I’m hoping that this is what you were looking for. It’s less ‘little fluffy things’ more ‘grand sweeping gestures’. Let me know what you think. Enjoy, my darlings!
Prompt[s]: Reader is a little heartbroken about a failed relationship and when Thor notices he does all kinds of fluffy things to try and make her feel better? >///
“The Man in Red”
Thor wasn’t a studious man. He believed in learning by doing
things and consequently making mistakes (of which he had made a few in his
time). However, at this time of year, he’d made an exception.
The Avengers’ first Christmas together reminded them that
one particular member of their team was not as well-versed in Earth traditions
as the others. Even Steve felt like a font of knowledge when describing Halloween.
So when December rolled around, everybody chipped in to give him all the
information they could about the festive season.
A/N: I’m honestly having hardcore fall vibes right now and it’s making me sooo happy. So I wrote a fluffy/cheesy Vic imagine and I’m loving it. This man will be the death of me. Anyways, as promised here’s an imagine this weekend. Love y'all!
A chilly breeze rustled my curtains as the morning light streamed through and into my half closed eyes. I wrapped my blanket tighter around my body but continued to shiver. Why had I opened the window last night in the first place? Probably because the cool wind had felt amazing mixed with the warmth of my room. The weather had been chilly and cloudy these past few weeks, which felt perfect last night when I was cuddled under my blankets. When I woke up sprawled out the breeze nipped at any exposed skin, which didn’t feel as good as it did last night.
The clock said that it was only ten. Not too late, but I still wanted sleep. My eyes had just closed and I was almost totally back in a peaceful sleep when my door busted open. “Ride and shine, gorgeous!” Vic sang in an overly excited voice. I let out a dramatic sigh as he began picking up things around my room and straightened it.
“Why is everything so messy, [Y/N]?”
“Why are you here, Vic? I’m tired,” I mumbled peeking at him through my blanket and half open eyelids. I smiled when he shivered and closed my window. He should be cold waking me up at this time. When he pulled the curtains back I could also see that the day was bright, but cloudy with a slight wind that rustled and shook brightly colored leaves off of their branches.
“Don’t be so mean. We made plans. Actually, I made plans for us. Come on! You need to get up,” he said excitedly. Vic started digging through my drawers and throwing a sweater and a pair of jeans at me. “Get dressed, do your makeup, whatever. We gotta go.”
He sounded urgent. Just to piss him off I curled up deeper under my blankets. “[Y/N]!” Vic yanked my protection from the chill in my room from me.
“I’m up!” I whined rubbing my bare shoulders. Note to self: stop sleeping in tank tops. Vic laughed as I hurriedly put the [F/C] sweater he had thrown at me on. Still sitting in bed, I pulled off my pajama pants and shimmied into my jeans. “I can dress myself you know. I’m just putting this on now because I’m freezing.” That was a lie. This was my favorite sweater.
“I know. Let’s just go,” Vic whined pulling my go-to shoes out of the closet and setting them out for me. I laughed at his disappointed look when I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth and do my makeup.
Vic let out a frustrated groan and flopped face first into my pillows. Truth be told, I felt kind of sorry for him. I did my makeup as quick as I could with it still looking good and picked out a beanie and scarf to complete my outfit. By the time I was done getting ready, Vic had fallen asleep and was snoring softly.
A sly smile came across my lips as an idea popped into my head. “Wake the fuck up!” I yelled jumping on top of his sleeping form. Vic jumped up, ruining my landing and causing me to fall off the bed onto the cold floor.
“Oww,” I whined rubbing my sore butt. Vic laughed so hard he rolled off the bed on top of me. “Owwww.”
“That’s payback for taking so long,” he smiled pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. “Ready to go now?”
I returned the kiss, but pushed him off of me, jumped up, and bolted towards the door. “Race you!”
Vic sped after me as I maneuvered through my apartment and out to his car. I beat him by a millisecond, yet still managed to get buckled after him. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going yet?” I questioned turning up my heater. Vic just smiled and turned the radio up to an obnoxiously loud volume.
I sighed at his secretive act and stared out the window. He drove us down winding streets lined with colorful trees for awhile before pulling into a small coffee shop I’d never been to before. “Mike told me about this place last week. He said that Alysha had said something about so he brought her here and it has the best coffee on the west coast,” Vic said as he shut off the car.
We walked inside and my nose was immediately flooded with the scent of different coffee flavors and baked goods. The air was warm and the sound of soft music and whispers made the atmosphere peaceful. “This is so perfect,” I whispered not wanting to disrupt the calmness inside.
“It is,” Vic replied softly taking my hand in his. “Find us a seat. I know the perfect drink for you.” I giggled as his sweetness. I was so lucky to have him to call mine.
I chose a table for two next to the window in the corner of the café. It had a pretty view of the outside where we could watch the wind play tug of war with the trees’ leaves. Vic returned a few minutes later holding two cups with steam escaping through their holes and two small plates with sugary muffins resting on top of them. He handed me a cup and plate as he took the seat across from me. “Thank you,” I smiled at him sweetly.
I took a sip of my caffeinated drink and I swear to God I was drinking liquid heaven. “This is amazing,” I gushed.
“They actually call it a heaven,” Vic told me.
“It’s named appropriately.”
The two of us sat there in a peaceful silence before I decided to break it. “I’m honestly really happy you got me out of bed,” I told him. “Chilling with you is my favorite thing to do.”
“Mine too,” Vic whispered leaning across the table and kissing me.
So I posted a trial of this new story I was trying to work out and I thought it did okay, and I FINALLY gave this poor story a person to be attached to.
So I’m going to start a new series(well my first series of any kind) and it’s going to be called:mornings with.
And this one, the first of the first, is mornings with Thor.
I hope you enjoy it because this is my first time ever doing this character and I don’t know AT ALL how I did.
If you enjoyed it, please feel free to send me a request in the inbox!
Pairing:Thor x reader
Word count: 200-300
Grey skies towered over the busy streets of New York. Tall skyscrapers didn’t even manage to tear a hole into the sickly colored clouds. Loud engines roared, along with the angry shouts of drunken men and busy lawyers. Sighing you wrapped the soft, billowy blankets closer to you. The white sheets and the scent of freshly washed hair lulled and soothed you slowly but surely back to sleep
Large arms wrapped you in an embrace closing you into a protective hold,bringing you out of your light slumber.
You sighed in content, turning around to see him.
The one person who had made your heart soar to the point you thought you would cough it onto the snow colored sheets, staining them a ruby.
His eyes were the color of the sea, with one look you thought the universe was caged in them.His long hair was the color for wheat when at its peak of growth, he was a god after all, he was meant to look this gorgeous.
“Good morning,my love” his voice, although thunderous and mighty, was now just a mere fraction of so. A lazy smile stretching across his face as his baby blues bore into yours,holding so much love.
“Morning Thor” you mumbled, nudging your head further into his embrace.
Chuckling he lightly kisses your forehead, rubbing your back “I suggest we get up soon or brother tony will wonder if I’ve kidnapped you” he said in a childish tone.
“I guess you’re right” you sighed out in agreement lightly kissing his rough lips.
“But not that I’d mind being kidnapped by you” smiling you stretch yourself out in a catlike manner, drinking in the outside world and finally sit up.
Rubbing his bare chest and marvel at how warm he is, you crawl over the mammoth of a man.
“As you said Thor” you said in a childish tone “we have to get up”