no one should be surprised i drew this

strix  asked:

Can you redirect me to the Sansa x Steve Harrington part of the fandom? Because this is something I didn’t know I wanted, but now need.

a quick history of the stevesa fandom: it started seven days ago when i was trolling my pals. as i often do by creating new sansa ships — and i was happily surprised when @alannys and @aemonstargaryen started shipping it too. we discussed great aus (namely meeting because westeros is the upside down and one of them gets lost lol, and how hilarious it would be to see steve and dustin in northern furs fighting the white walkers with a baseball bat). i think @visenyastargaryen drew us some fanart but i don’t think she posts it (shame). we can’t decide if we should call the au stranger thrones or a game of things.

so technically the fandom doesn’t really exist yet. obviously this is the next big sansa ship (move along jonsa, jaimesa, sansan, etc). you are the fourth shipper. welcome to an extremely small community.


Natsumi: You also drew Tako Mothers, and lots of them too, I should show this to Mother! Shinichi, someone drew a picture of me!

Shinichi: Hm. I can see that.

Natsumi: Why are you so quiet? *Gasp! Don’t tell me, are you envious, Shin-Chan? >:)

Shinichi: I-i am certainly not. I am just surprised someone would draw one of us.

Natsumi: Yup, You’re envious. Do you want a drawing too??? >:3

Shinichi: Sigh….

Imagine: being able to lift Mjolnir and surprising both princes

[ this is one of my older imagine ideas, sorry if it’s wonky! ]

You yawned loudly as you trudged into the sitting room, then greeted by a handful of the tower residents.  Loki sent you a curious glance, momentarily wondering why you were tired at… noon.  He sat in a lone chair, and closed his Asgardian book.

“Lady [Y/N], good day!  You slept past the morn, I see.” Thor proclaimed from the couch, while you dropped yourself beside him.  Natasha watched you from the other side of the room, while Tony was discussing something with FRIDAY at a holographic display.  You kicked your legs up onto the coffee table, placing your feet beside Mjolnir.

“Long night… Remind me not to agree to watch the night crime again.” You grumbled, before sinking into the cushions.  Thor chuckled loudly, and you cringed, before turning away from him.  Loki made some snarky remark about your sleeping habits, but you were not in the mood.  “Shove it, silver-tongue.” You huffed, while curling up your legs slightly.  You felt your feet bump something and heard it hit the floor, but didn’t put much thought towards it, until dead silence claimed the room.

Your eyes burst open and you rapidly sat up, realizing Mjolnir wasn’t on the table.  Your eyes widened as they landed on the toppled hammer, sitting on the floor, before you glanced at Thor.  His mouth was agape in shock, looking between you and his hammer.  All eyes were on you now, but a velvet chuckle drew your attention.

“My, what a treat… The Midgardian night watch is worthy.  Odin must not have put much thought into the perimeters for worthiness.” He remarked, pulling half-hearted glares from you and Thor.  However, you could tell by his tense posture and expression that he hadn’t expected it either, and likely didn’t look forward to another hero being able to drop the damn hammer on his chest.  You huffed softly, before shifting your shoulders.

“I’m sure it’s just a fluke, like the elevator thing…” You started, reaching for the hammer to prove your point.  However, when you easily lifted it, you heard Thor let out a strangled breath.  Godly eyes were trained to your hand, one wondering what this meant for his future throne, and the other wondering if this meant the other Avengers would try to convince you to smack him.

“This is… ah- well…” Thor mumbled, trying to think of what made you worthy.  You were a hero of the people, and you had been good to himself and his brother, but surely there was something else… Shifting his curious and suspicious eyes to your stunned face, he let his thoughts swirl.

“…Good fucking lord…” You mumbled, turning the hammer in your hand.  Loki furrowed his brows momentarily, before moving to sit beside you, trapping you between his own body and Thor.  He reached for the hilt of the hammer, and when Thor realized what Loki was trying, he shot out one hand to intercept.  Both of their hands met yours on the hammer, and a shock of energy sparked through your body.  You yelped in surprise, but somehow, didn’t feel pain from the shock.  The princes drew back, unfamiliar with what was happening.

“M-Maybe I should have stayed in bed today…”

Okay, this one is for @emrysaaryn and the anon who requested kind of the same thing.

This is part 2 to my other imagine:


It had been weeks since Ivar had left to sail to England with his father and every single day you had prayed to the gods for his save return. Although he had told you about his mother’s vision, you kept holding on to a fragile straw of hope that he would come back to you. Visions were not always what they seemed to be and most of the time could be understood in many different ways, you had told yourself countless times. So you spent long hours sitting on the beach, hoping to see sails on the horizon. Like most days you had come to the spot where Ivar and you had spent the last day before he left, where he had kissed you for the first time, where he had told you that he loved you. Tears began to cloud your vision. You tried to blink them away and shook your head, you knew you couldn’t go on like this. It was time to speak to Queen Aslaug, something you had not dared to do before, fearing that what you would hear could destroy all your hopes.

The queen smiled warmly at you as you entered the great hall.

“Y/N, I’ve not seen you in a while.”

“Can I talk to you for a moment?”

“Of course. Come, take a seat.”

Aslaug had always liked you. Seeing that you and her youngest son were close friends, she had always treated you like a daughter.

“What is it you want to talk about?” She asked with a motherly smile on her face, but in her eyes you could see the same sorrow that you were feeling.

You shifted uncomfortably. “Before he left, Ivar told me that you had a vision, that there would be a storm, that the boats would sink…” You trailed of.

You saw the pain in her eyes and felt horrible for making her go through it again. For a moment she closed her eyes and said nothing. Then see looked at you.

“Between you and Ivar is more than just friendship, am I right?”

That totally caught you off guard and your mouth fell open in surprise. How does she now? Apparently your reaction said more than any words.

“I know my son. I see the way he looks at you. And I was there as you said goodbye to him as he left. That morning it was quite obvious that his affection for you is mutual.” She smiled at you but quickly became serious again. “Do you love my son?”

You just nodded shyly.

“Good. He deserves to be loved.” She sighted. “To come back to your question, it is true, I saw a storm. And every day I pray to the gods that I am wrong this time.”

“Have you ever been wrong?” You couldn’t stop your voice from shaking.

She gave you a sad look and shook her head.

“And did you…” The words were sticky in your throat. “Did you see Ivar… die?”

She shook her head again. “No, that’s why I’m still hoping. I saw him fall into the water but I never saw him drown. We should not give up on him.” A weak smile appeared on her face. “It wouldn’t be the first time Ivar surprises us all.”

This moment the door flew open and one of the guards stormed in.

“My queen, we are under attack.”

“By whom?”

“It’s Jarl Ingstad.”

You drew your sword and already were halfway to the door, as Aslaug grabbed you by the arm.

“No, I’m not going to explain to Ivar that you died while he was away. I will surrender to Lagertha. It’s the only way to prevent more of our people from getting killed.”

Only minutes later you followed Aslaug, who was carrying the king’s sword, through the streets of Kattegat. You tensely watched as she surrendered and asked Lagertha to be allowed to leave in peace.

As she went past you Aslaug put a hand on your shoulder and nodded at you. Then things started happening faster than you were able to comprehend them. The queen fell to her knees, an arrow in her back. You screamed in shock and ran over to her, just in time to prevent her from falling to the ground.

“Y/N” She said weakly and placed her hand on your cheek. “It’s okay. Don’t give up hope. Take care of Ivar for me.” With that she closed her eyes.

Through a wall of tears you could see Lagertha, the bow still in her hand and burning anger rose in your chest. You gently laid down Aslaug’s body and got to your feet. Without you even noticing, your sword appeared in your hand. You moved quickly to reach Lagertha but you were stopped by a wall of shieldmaiden. They were way too many to give you any chance at success but the anger had clouded your mind and you were way beyond reason. You came down on them like a thunderstorm, blood and tears covering your face but in the end there were just too many of them. You were pinned to the ground and disarmed. You had thought they would kill you but instead you were locked up in a small hut. Exhausted and forlorn you dropped onto the bed. It was only then that you realized the pain in your side. You looked down to see your shirt blood soaked. As you pulled it up you could see a large cut just under your ribs. With a groan you dropped back on the bed.

It had been days and you were still locked up in that hut, at least they hadn’t come to kill you yet. Ubbe and Sigurd had come to visit you a couple of times and one look at the beaten up Ubbe had been enough to let you know that he had shared your fate. Most of the time you felt terribly alone and missed Ivar even more than before.

One day you could hear that something was going on outside but from your small window you couldn’t see anything. You thought that maybe they were coming to get you now but after a while it got quiet again. Maybe half an hour later the door was opened and Ubbe and Sigurd came in.

“Hey, can you…” You trailed of, not trusting your eyes as behind the two brothers Ivar entered the hut, two servants at his sides helping him in.

You felt your heart skip a beat and tears of joy and relief shot into eyes. As his ocean blue eyes found yours he smiled at you. You ran over to him and crashed into his chest. He took one arm from the servant’s shoulders and wrapped it around you. You held onto him as if you were scared he would disappear again and started to sob into his chest.

“You’re here. I was so scared. I… I thought you were dead.”

He stroked your hair. “Shhh. It’s okay. I’m here. I’ here, Y/N.” He put his hand under your chin and gently made you look up to him. With his thumb he rubbed your tears away and pulled you into a kiss. It wasn’t like the last time he had kissed you, when it had been soft and shy, this time his kiss was passionate and demanding. You could feel something had changed, Ivar had changed. But for now you were just happy to have him back.

As you broke the kiss, you could see Ubbe and Sigurd staring at you. Sigurd looked totally taken aback but Ubbe had a warm and maybe a bit amused smile on his face. You shyly bit your lip but Ivar just ignored them. He reluctantly let go of you as the servants helped him over to the bed. He sat down and reached his hand out for you to come over to him. You sat down next to him and as he wrapped you into his strong arms, you wished you could stay like this forever.

“I have missed you so much.” He whispered into your ear.

You smiled at him. “I’ve missed you too.” Then you got serious. “Ivar, there’s something I need to tell you.” You took a deep breath. “Your mother…”

“I already know. My brothers told me.”

You didn’t miss his angry glare at Ubbe and Sigurd but when he turned back to you his eyes were full of affection. “I heard you fought for her.”

“I’m afraid I wasn’t much of a help.” You admitted.

“At least you tried, that’s what counts.” He said with another angry glare towards his brothers.

“So you think we didn’t do anything, little brother?” Ubbe asked in an annoyed tone.

“If you tried so bravely to avenge our mother, then why is Y/N still locked up in here and you are not?” Ivar shot back.

“I don’t know.”

“Then why don’t you go to Lagertha and tell her to release Y/N?”

“Why don’t you go to her yourself?” Sigurd asked.

Ivar’s eyes narrowed. “Because if I go to Lagertha, I will cut her heart out with a rusty knife and you two keep telling me to wait with that. So you better go.”

You could see that Sigurd wanted to say something in response but Ubbe put a hand on his shoulder and after a moment they left the hut.

Ivar crawled up to the head of the bed and leaned his back against to pillows. “Come here.” He said.

You laid down next to him and rested your head on his chest.

“What are you going to do now?” You asked, not sure if you would like the answer.

“I have to avenge my mother.” He paused. “And my father.”

You looked up to him and he nodded sadly. “Ragnar is dead. Killed by king Aella.”

You wrapped your arms tighter around him. “I’m so sorry, Ivar.”

He caressed your cheek. “Just promise me you will never leave me. I couldn’t bear to lose you too.”

“Never.” You whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.



Liam was freaking out, he was in art, now art wasn’t his best subject for two reasons, reason one he can’t draw for Shit, reason two he still can’t see colour.

You see, for some fucked up reason you can’t see any colours until you first touch or meet your soulmate, which Liam would be fine with if he wasn’t the only person out of his friends who still can’t see colour.

Personally Liam hated the idea of soulmates, he thinks you should fall in love with the person for who they are not just because they’re the one that was chosen for you, so if he ever meets his ‘soulmate’ and they turn out to be an asshole, hes not staying with them. He’d rather not see colours then be with someone he doesn’t love.

So you see how art can be a little difficult for him, usually he’s fine because he’s got Mason with him, helping him choose colours. But apparently today Mason was 'as sick as a dog’ as he put it.

Leaving Liam alone with no help for colours, he was too embarrassed to speak up and say he still can’t see them, Because most of the class can already see them, and being the newer kid he didn’t want to draw to much attention to himself.

So Liam sat there for a solid 15 minutes trying to figure out which shade of grey was blue so he can continue his ocean. He was to busy concentrating he didn’t hear the sound of the door swing open.

“Mr raeken, you’re 15 minutes late not good for your first day” he heard his art teacher say, zoning out again.

He jumped when he heard the stool next to him move head snapping up to look the new boy in the eyes, he was taken back, this boy was beautiful, well as beautiful as you can be in black and white, but he was breath taking.

Liam snapped out of his gaze when he realized that new boy was talking to him “s-sorry what?” he awkwardly stuttered out feeling his cheeks heat up.
The stranger laughed “I said, is this seat taken?” feeling to embarrassed to talk Liam just shook his head, looking back down to hide his face, not sure if the boy could see colours or not he didn’t want to risk him seeing his blush.

“trying to find a colour?” he heard boy with no name ask, biting his bottom lip, he nodded, looking down embarrassed.

The boy took all the pencils from Liam’s desk and walked over to the teacher, Liam’s eyes widened what was this kid doing? Liam ducks his head down hoping the boy doesn’t tell the teacher he can’t see colours. This is not at all how he wanted everyone to know.

After about five minutes the boy Came back handing the pencils back to Liam, who was looking rather confused, “I told the teacher I couldn’t see colours and asked if he could write the names on them” he explained, Liam’s eyes widened looking down to see on each pencil was infact the names of each colour.

“i-i, thank you..” Liam stopped now realising he still doesn’t know the boys name “theo” he answered smiling at Liam. “thank you theo” Liam felt himself smile back.

They both coloured quietly chatting about anything and everything, Liam found out that Theo just moved here, after a tough fight with his parents, he didn’t say where he lived exactly only that he’s got that part covered, he also found out he loves photography and was a really good artist apparently.

Liam was too busy concentrating on what he was drawing to notice Theos, occasionally he would look up at the boys face while he was telling a story but never looked at his artwork.

Soon enough the bell rang, all students quickly packing their bags and leaving for lunch, Liam and Theo walked out together stopping just outside the door, they awkwardly stood their for a couple minutes before they both spoke “did you want to-”
“see you 'round I gue-” they both laughed staring at each other, before Liam could speak his phone started ringing, groaning he mouthed an apology before answering “hello? Mason? What’s wrong?” while on the phone he saw Theo motioning that he was going to leave him alone, and before Liam could protest, he was gone.


Liam hadn’t seen Theo for the rest of the day, which kinda bummed him out because he wanted to get to know him more, he didn’t even get the guys number. He didn’t know what it was about Theo but he felt drawn to him. It didn’t matter if they were soulmates or not he definitely knew he felt something for Theo.

Slowly making his way back to his locker, hoping he can see Theo again tomorrow, he opened his locker noticing something fall out, confused he picked up the paper unfolding it, it’s safe to say that he was shocked with what was on the paper.
It was a beautifully detailed drawing of himself, sure it was just black and white for him but he hoped one day he could see the colours.

He noticed writing in the bottom corner reading “I wanted you to have this, hope you like it, Theo” with his number written underneath, Liam’s eyes widened, Theo… Drew this? For him? It was amazing! Why would he draw Liam though? With art skills this good he should not being drawing Liam out of all things.

He carefully placed it in one of his books in his back, he took out his phone entering Theos number in sending a quick message

Liam: hey it’s Liam, just wanted to say thank you for the amazing drawing!

Liam heard a locker slam shut causing him to jump in surprise, he looked up ready to glare at whoever made the move when he noticed Theo leaning his forehead against the lockers.

“Theo? What’s wrong?” liam asked walking over to him, Theo sighed not moving “some guy found out I live in my car, he kept making fun about it. So I punched him, and he hit me back” he let out a bitter laugh, turning to Liam.

Liam gasped seeing the black eye forming on Theos face, “Theo, your eye” he said placing a hand on his cheek, and That’s when everything changed the once grey world burst with colour it was all a bit overwhelming at first, but upon seeing the greys of Theos eyes change to a beautiful hazel-green Liam was mesmerized.

“it’s you” Liam thought, trying to take in all the colours at once. “what?” Theo asked voiced laced with confusion. And Liam froze had he said that out loud? What if /he/ wasn’t theos soul mate, he’s heard it happen before, you’re soul mate having a different person as their souldmate. It was heartbreaking to think that could be happening to Liam.

He pulled back he hand slowly “i-i said its you, you’re my soul mate” upon hearing those words Theos face changed from confusion to happiness and a matter of seconds, next thing he knows he’s being pulled in for a hug, one of the best hugs he’s ever had.

Theo pulled back staring into Liam’s eyes he whispered “you’re mine too, when we met this morning I got a Whole burst of colours when I saw you, I didn’t know how to react because I wasn’t sure if you could already see colours or if it happened to you too so I didnt want to scar-” Liam cut Theo off by kissing him gently on the lips.

“how about” Liam whispered “dinner tonight, at my place and we have a guest bedroom so you don’t have to live in your truck” he suggested, he didn’t want to take things too fast so he wanted to have a few dates first, “that sounds… Wonderful” Theo smiled down at him, Liam held Theos hand interlocking their fingers as they walked to his car.

Now Liam still thought the whole soulmates thing was stupid, you should be with someone you love, and Liam was hoping, god he was praying that Theo was that someone.


A/N: and there is another one! It’s currently 5:20am here and I’m still going, this one also took longer then expected hopefully y'all like it, I did attempt to make like photo edits up there for it but ye whatever but nooow onto the next one which should hopefully be done soon.

So two days ago I read all of @noendcomic and I’m kind of in love with it. All of the characters are wonderful, but Modra is one of my favorites (which…he keeps getting called “Puppy boy” so that should be no surprise, haha). Anyway, I really enjoy his character design too so I decided to draw him. ^_^


TITLE: Relaxation


AUTHOR: hiddlemediddles

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine teaching Loki yoga and meditation.



“No, like this” You said gently, moving your leg to rest upon the mat as the other crossed the floor. You had tried your best to be an attentive and equally patient teacher, though it seemed Loki had received no experience whatsoever regarding relaxation of both the mind and body. You were not surprised - it was hardly as though Asgard offered daily yoga sessions with a slice of shortbread and green tea to follow.

Loki, attired sparsely in clothing that you thought looked bizarre on him, endeavoured to imitate your actions. Loki, in a loose vest and black shorts, looked almost as though he were able to blend in with the mortal world. Almost, you noted, as his raven black hair fell across his shoulders. His singular appearance was one of the first traits you had seen - you had neither recoiled in terror when he had revealed his true form as a frost giant. It had been a shock to say the least, though not an unwelcome thing. It was him. You knew you must accept all of him.

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Pompeii 29

Things go wrong and the world holds its breath. Sometimes the world holds its breath for minutes, sometimes for days, sometimes for years. In a land as ancient and mysterious as Pompeii, Yamato wouldn’t have been surprised if it held its breath for a century before people saw the fruit of their mistakes. If ever.

Something wrong had been done, but would anything come of it? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe it wouldn’t come to torment them until most of them had aged out of their near immortal lifespans and faded to dust. There was always that hope, but that did nothing to remove the unnerving sensation of ‘wrong’ in his gut. It was a part of him now, and he couldn’t shake it.

He wondered if his Senju betters felt the same, or if they would ever admit to as much. He suspected if he asked all he would get would be lies. Hashirama was good at that, lying directly to Yamato’s face. For the rest of the world he was sunshine in the trees and softness from the down feathers of a dove’s wings, but Yamato was different. Hashirama would never be kind or soft or vulnerably honest with Yamato.

Yamato hadn’t been wrong when he saw fear in the older creature’s eyes. He knew that much. The Senju were unsettled by something, but neither had said anything after the ceremony and everything else went according to plan. The song had been sung, the fire had burned down, nothing was left of Sasori’s chair and everyone seemed happy and settled like they should be.

Almost everyone.

Yamato looked down at his fingers and remembered the moisture collected there on his fingertips. Her tears.

Something pulled painfully in his chest and he stopped to wince at the feel of it. It was still so odd to feel these feelings after growing into them. The fay took centuries to mature their emotions and for the first many decades of their physical maturity they expressed and felt precious few emotions. It was a sign of great age and maturity when the fay could feel something. Which made the younger ones who lacked such emotions excellent thespians.

It made Yamato smirk coyly to himself that at least he had come into his feelings far quicker and even Tobirama was still budding into new feelings. It was rare that Yamato could make the Senju feel anything other than disgust, but the idea that Tobirama might be jealous for something Yamato had….well that made him glad.

It was probably easier for Sakura to stand his company if he had more emotions and could feel things. Yamato hadn’t missed the way the younger Senju brother watched Sakura from afar at the afterparty  but held himself back from approaching her when it looked like she wasn’t going to seek him out. Yamato had never seen Tobirama look so dejected with so little facial expression.

Or maybe it didn’t have anything to do with how little emotion Tobirama felt. Maybe the reason he held himself back from reaching for her was the same reason so many others held their hands to their chests or broke their necks getting to her first.

Sakura was the ripple in their stagnant waters, and she was sweet to drink. It was more than just her being new, far more than just that. New people had come to Pompeii in the past fifty to one hundred years and Yamato didn’t remember any of them really changing the environment of their community the way Sakura had. Yes, she was a doctor, but it wasn’t her job that made the town take notice of her and then keep taking notice of her.

Yamato looked down at his hand again and tried to remember what it felt like to touch her tears. They had rolled off so innocently when he had been distracted, but now he wished they were still there on his fingers, connecting him to her. He wanted that little part of her at least.

What was she?

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okay but last train to blue moon canyon though
  • you’re on a TRAIN solving a MYSTERY how cool
  • also HARDY BOYS
  • the added element of lori’s disappearance is Neat!
  • the entire cast of characters are hilarious and unique and you’re all here to solve a MYSTERY on a TRAIN!!!
  • the game does a great job at making you believe you’re on a moving train
  • plot structure is great and there’s always something to do and a clear direction of where to go next
  • seriously the hardy boys are at their best in this game being both funny and doing their own detective work
  • the puzzles aren’t too challenging and are true to their environment
  • the sass
  • bess and george are also in this game and are also hilarious this whole game is a hoot and a half
  • this game isn’t usually described as a creepy game but there are plenty of scenes that’ll scare or startle or delight you
  • jake and camille are really an underrated historical romance
  • but like the mystery has so many layers and loose ends but if you do your detective work you can tie them all up beautifully
  • you’re halfway through the game and BAM!! brand new location
  • fatima
  • “hot dANG!”
  • “cheeseburger.”
  • “if he’s the one who finds that mine, i’ll eat my laptop.”
  • honestly this game is so quotable from start to end
  • the first time you play as someone other than nancy in a nancy drew game, can make someone eat a burger with a hundred jalapenos.
  • the map-revealing scene excites you every time don’t lie
  • you fire a cannon
  • jake’s treasure was a letter from abraham lincoln like it’s so unexpected and yet so AMAZING (his knack for making friends i cry)
  • like at this point you’re thinking “awesome, a surprise treasure! maybe their isn’t a true ‘culprit’ in this g –” SYKE!!!
  • the mine cart rollercoaster!
  • a really satisfying ending

basically i was reminded why this game is one of my forever favorites and these are the reasons why it should be high on your list too


Now THIS was probably the WEIRDEST THING I ever drew so far.
Remember when I played matchmaker for a Swan and a Sword?
Since they dont share an Egg Group, lets make them fuse instead ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
This was A LOT of fun to make. I am pretty surprised at the result and actually really like it! I should do more experimental pokemon fusions like this one, its a really nice exercise for character design.

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Shelter from Your Storm (Part 16)

Blindspot fanfic.

(Part 1 | Part 2 |  Part 3 |  Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15)

So no, I’m not actually dead. Had a bit of writer’s block, courtesy of a bad head cold and then watching my country get flushed down the toilet. And it turns out that it’s surprisingly hard to get excited about writing Christmas scenes in late January. (Must remind myself to never, ever do that again.)

Thanks to everyone who sent me a note to prod me along. Y’all are the best! ::blows kisses::

Jane awoke slowly and found herself sleeping on Kurt for the second time in her life.

She was sprawled across him, her face snuggled against his chest, held securely against his heart by his hand tangled in her hair and cupping the back of her head. His other hand rested in the small of her back. Her shirt had ridden up during the night, and his palm was warm against her skin.

She’d never wanted to get up less.

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NCT as (stupid) things my NCT group chat says - part one

TAEIL: You’re semi old too right?

JOHNNY: my friend drew pepe on her hand so i must continue this

HANSOL: Why the fuk am I looking at your crickets lmao I should be doing last min studying

TAEYONG: Don’t blame the keyboard!!!

YUTA: I felt a human brain it can’t get grosser than that

KUN: This girl just said she’s excited for the quiz she crazy

DOYOUNG: his biceps always take me by surprise,,, anD OMG A BIG DOG WAS ABOUT TO CHASE ME


JAEHYUN: I am crying I will be finally able to taste real donuts

WINWIN: I dissected a worm before and it was gross but I felt like a surgeon

MARK: my ringtone is Donghyuck saying “booming system uh uh ty track ty track”

JENO: I played the clarinet in band I was literally squidward

HAECHAN: at times, I hate how I look and there are times when i am like ”gurl, calm down, you look so hot that cars might crash”.

RENJUN: I don’t know how to swear in Chinese bc I’m an elegant bitch who doesn’t fucking swear

JAEMIN: O fak I’m swerving lanes

CHENLE: I will strive to not be a hoe anymore

JISUNG: but what baby has an instagram account? ? ?

eva | nct au


Overview: After moving, from the city, to a quiet town in the mountains, Eva Alkaev is forced to comprehend the strange events of her new rural lifestyle. The apartment, the neighborhood, the school, and most importantly, the people. There was something off-putting about the atmosphere of this place, and Eva was determined to figure it out. Unfortunately, trying to determine reality from imagination is harder said than done.Especially when everyone knows everyone in this quiet mountain town. 

Genre: Fantasy, Thriller, Soft Romance/Fluff

Warnings: Minor Language, Possible Graphic Imagery

Word Count: 1662 

AN: This story is loosely based off of Neil Gaiman’s Coraline, including the film adaptation that was released in 2009. It is an NCT fan fiction featuring all members, additional idols, and my own original characters (including Eva Alkaev as the main protagonist).  ” eva | nct au “ tag on every chapter to make parts easier to find.

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Oh man, where do I begin?

A year ago, I officially began my presence in the Fire Emblem Fates RP community — and here I am, still here, a year later! Only those who have been around for longer than I have remember my old URL KIRAQI — but upon further deepening of Kiragi’s character, was changed to the one I have present day. It’s only been my second experience with a community on Tumblr, my first being in the Osomatsu-san fandom — and I had ditched one of my blogs in said community in favor of Kiragi.

I guess I should start with what I’m thankful for in this introduction. Honestly, there’s a LOT to be thankful for — this community’s kindness, it’s welcome, and the zeal it had ever since I joined to improve many different aspects of myself in the creative aspect. This includes my graphics, writing, musical ability — it’s endless. I joined this community with absolutely no idea how it’d work out — honestly, I thought it would be a lot like the Osomatsu-san community, where the majority of people DREW ANSWERS to asks. I was surprised to find out that the majority of the fandom used their creative writing skills for the most part. I was young — er, younger — when I made the blog, so I had no knowledge of what I was doing, other than the fact that I was here to have fun — I think that’s the most important part to when I joined. As began to roleplay more and more, new glasses were placed upon my face, and I started seeing — well, EVERYTHING differently. 

Before this gets too long, I’d like to just say thank you — to YOU. Because it’s likely that if you’re seeing this from my blog, you’re following me — you’re one of those THOUSAND followers that I have accumulated over the past year. Roleplaying is not my priority, as writing in a whole is just a hobby for me, and I always do things in the order and balance that I want — perhaps that’s selfish of me, but this community has allowed me to realize MANY things. Everyone I met was so unique and amazing, and even though I’ve only managed to fully befriend only a fraction of my followers, I cannot wait to see what’s in store for me in the future!

And — oh yes. You didn’t forget, right? Because I didn’t — I told you that I’d make a CELEBRATORY VIDEO. Now, let’s begin this long-ass bias list. | art credit !

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The One Chapter 4: The One Who Will Live On

Cullen gets to grips with this strange new girl that’s dropped into his world.

Since Tumblr seems to be making posts with external links unsearchable, if you’d prefer to read it on AO3, you can find the link to my AO3 page in the sidebar. My Tumblr masterpost is here. As of today, that masterpost will also contain the link to my Spotify playlist for this story. Read on to find out why…

I rubbed my eyes, trying to clear the blurriness from my vision. I should have gone to bed hours ago, but there was too much to do. We were still trying to calculate the supplies that had survived the destruction of the Temple, make a count of who had been killed in the initial explosion and who had been killed in the fighting until Lady Trevelyan–now being acclaimed by the people as the Herald of Andraste–had stabilised the Breach. And I should make a start on the letters of condolence to the families of our soldiers.

Deciding that maybe a walk would do to clear my head, I left my tent and decided to do a circuit of the town. Maybe the people would take some comfort from seeing the leadership of the Inquisition present and moving among them. I had barely come through the gates when Varric called me over.

“Curly, you met with Oracle earlier. I couldn’t get anything from the Seeker. How did it go?”

“What do you mean?” Cassandra had mentioned that Varric had taken immediately to the shy woman from another world. Having seen the way he was with Merrill in Kirkwall it didn’t surprise me. Varric seemed to be a better big brother to the misfits he gathered around him than Bartrand had ever been to him.

“I mean,” he said sounding exasperated, “is she going to be shipped off to Val Royeaux as a scapegoat for this mess? The Seeker was pretty quick to jump on her earlier and the kid’s obviously terrified.” He squinted at me. “You can’t possibly think she’s the genius behind all this.”

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The Best Gift (Rollisi fic)

So, I actually wrote the following fic for the Rare Pair Exchange a few weeks ago. But author reveals just happened today, so I decided to share it here for Amanda Rollins week, in @svucharacterappreciation

It’s my first time writing Rollisi and I had a lot of fun doing so! (Maybe I’ll do it again?) G-rated, about 1700 words. Crossposted from my AO3 account (where you can find the rest of my SVU fic.)

Originally posted by nbcsvu

“You don’t have to stay and help, Carisi.”

“It’s no problem,” Sonny assured Amanda, as he picked up another errant plastic cup and tossed it in the trash. “See, in my house, growing up? My mom always used to throw these huge birthday parties for us kids. Everyone in the family would be there, all the cousins and aunts and uncles. Seemed like half the kids on Staten Island, too. She’d be up all night before the party cooking and baking, and then she wouldn’t go to bed after the party until every room was pristine clean again. The rugs had to be vacuumed, the kitchen floor swept, every dish washed and hand-dried.” He paused, bending over to retrieve a streamer that had somehow gotten wrapped around the dining room table leg. “But she wouldn’t let anyone help her, either, because she had her way of doing things—the only right way. It was just how she was.”

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some tablet maple doods that’s been sitting in my drafts for ages + 2 new ones! that song eun’s va sang really suits him in many ways u should listne 

not really related to these sets of drawings but the freud x mercedes comic I posted earlier got a pretty good response on twitter!! I drew the third pic as a personal thank you msg ;v;// I was pretty surprised and one, no t wo of my fav freud artists retweeted it??? I am dead

I actually looked at their works for freud refs I was internally screaming when I found out

when someone likes my things I’m like ‘whoa thanks!!!! have a nice day ur sweet’ and  when someone rts or reblogs I cry  ‘thanks for liking these I hope you take good care of my children I’m sure they’re in good hands’ inside and tumblr exclusives but I love tags! ;v; hh extra sweet thanks for being sweet to me I’ve received a lot of kindness and I have a lot of fun here

Imagine giving your hoodie to Legolas but he surprisingly loves the bagginess of the hoodie and wont give it back to you

For angryhalfling :)


The chilling night air bit sharply at your exposed skin, making your nose red and convincing you that your numb fingers were about to fall off.

How Aragorn had managed to choose the coldest spot in middle earth to camp for the night was beyond you and you silently cursed him as you frowned and tossed from side to side, trying your utmost to get just a few hours of sleep.

This was surely the worst part about travelling hundreds of leagues towards Mordor, not to mention Gimli’s earth tremblingly loud snoring.

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