((OOC: Okay, so I filmed this ages ago coughlastnovembercough but I never really finished what I had in mind for it, but also thought it was a shame to go to waste. So here is a minimalistic version of the scene from Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, chapter 22 - “After the Burial”. sorry ‘but dark gifs))
In Hagrids hut around his enormous table sits three shadows. The biggest of them is heavy asleep with his giant head against the wall, snoring loudly. Across from the young boy with the round glasses sits an elderly Hogwarts teacher who finally pulled himself together and asked questions, which have tormented him for so many years.
“I don’t—don’t suppose you remember it, Harry?” he asked awkwardly.
“No—well, I was only one when they died,” said Harry, his eyes on the flame of the candle flickering in Hagrid’s heavy snores.
“But I’ve found out pretty much what happened since. My dad died first. Did you know that?”
“I—I didn’t,” said Slughorn in a hushed voice.
“Yeah… Voldemort murdered him and then stepped over his body toward my mum,” said Harry.
Slughorn gave a great shudder, but he did not seem able to tear his horrified gaze away from Harry’s face.
“He told her to get out of the way,” said Harry remorselessly.
“He told me she needn’t have died. He only wanted me. She could have run.”
“Oh dear,” breathed Slughorn. “She could have… she needn’t… That’s awful…”
“It is, isn’t it?” said Harry, in a voice barely more than a whisper.
“But she didn’t move.
Dad was already dead,
but she didn’t want me to go too.
She tried to plead with Voldemort…
but he just laughed…”
“That’s enough!” said Slughorn suddenly, raising a shaking hand”
Voldemort played by the grossly talented @sirussly
This is from 2007. I drew all the frames in Microsoft Paint and put it all together in Powerpoint. Then I guess I filmed it on the desktop – you can even hear my voice from back then, omg… this is so embarrassing, I love it.
Little baby Squiggs was so freakin’ proud of this when she first finished it, and you know what, I’m still proud of it today – this was the first step I ever took towards pursuing my dreams of working in animation.
If I could tell my younger self right after she finished this that, in ten years’ time, she’d be working for a cartoon on TV… she’d have been ecstatic.
I kinda wanna re-animate this from scratch, just to prove to myself how much I’ve improved over all this time.
48 - “We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”
save me 😭
What happens after I save you?
I marry you for all your money and then you die in a mysterious accident
Forget it you can suffer
remind me again, why did I choose to study Philosophy in my final year of High School?
Because you’re a big dumb nerd.
Not nerd enough it would appear. 🙁
I miss you ❤️
I miss you ❤️
When you’re finished i’ll be here ready to make you feel better 😏
Now that’s what i’d like to here 🍆
What are you doing right now?
Oh I’m just hanging with-
Suddenly the phone was ripped right out of Isak’s hands. “Hey!” he screeched as he glared at a very frustrated Jonas. “What the hell? I was using that.” Jonas ignored him and tossed the phone to Mahdi who caught it in one hand. Then Jonas crossed his arms and nodded at Mahdi and Magnus.
“Wait do what??” Isak yelled, waving his hands to snatch it back but Jonas pushed him back down.
“We are doing this for your own good Isak”
“Doing what? I’m fine! You guys are crazy.” Isak shook his head and crossed his arms, giving up trying to get his phone back. They wouldn’t dare.
Isak we have been sitting here hanging for like an hour and the entire time you have been talking to Even.
Isak scoffed “That is so not true.”
“Yes” Mahdi said, “It is”
Isak rolled his eyes “You guys are so lame.”
Jonas raised his eyebrows, “Do it Magnus.”
“Okay Dear Even-”
“Don’t write dear Even, no one writes dear at the start of a text message” Mahdi interjected.
Isak wanted to so desperately tell them that they were wrong because I mean Even did that to him all the time, but then he remembered that would be helping them and that was the last thing he wanted. Those assholes.
“Okay ‘Even we’ve become the clingy couple that I, Isak Valtersen used to complain about constantly” Magnus stopped to look Isak right in the eye “Constantly.”
“But now I have become the most clingy disgusting sappy fool who makes all of his friends want to puke whenever he is around them.” Mahdi added.
Isak looked at them in horror.
“P.S. you smell and your hair isn’t as great as everyone thinks it is” Jonas finished.
“Well now that’s a lie” Magnus muttered but typed it anyway.
“i swear to god if you guys send that I’m going to rip your hearts out and make sure you never get laid again.”
the send sound echoed loudly through the room “Whoops my finger slipped.” Magnus said innocently.
Isak panicked “WHAT THE FUCK YOU GUYS.”
Mahdi and Magnus cracked up laughing as Isak pushed against Jonas who was stopping him from barrelling into Magnus and stealing his phone back.
“Give it back! I need to send him a smiley so he knows it’s all a joke!”
Jonas rolled his eyes “oh come on he knows.”
Magnus nodded “He would totally know.”
“You brought this upon yourself.” Mahdi said.
“Yep we told you the next time you ignore us to text Even we were going to punish you” Jonas agreed.
“I DIDN’T THINK YOU WERE SERIOUS.” Isak shouted pulling his hair
he finally snatched it out of Magnus’s hands and looked down at the sent message.
“Ugh I hate you guys.”
Isak frantically began to type an exclamation before Even saw it and jumped to conclusions but just as he was about to send it-
“Even, we have become that clingy couple I Isak Valtersen-”
“Oh dear god” Isak groaned covering his face as Even walked up from behind him.
“Used to complain about CONSTANTLY”
Even smirked at him and kissed his neck “Well damn, you weren’t that much fun back then were you?”
Isak rolled his eyes but his heart was fluttering at Even’s touch.
The boys were in the corner laughing.
“But now I have become the most clingy disgusting sappy fool” Even continued to read as he sat down and put his arms around Isak from behind. “who makes all of his friends want to puke whenever he is around them”
Even looked up at the boys and then back at Isak, grinning cheekily “Well baby, why don’t we give them something to puke at huh?”
and then to Isak’s pleasant surprise Even brought Isak’s face to his and kissed him long and deeply sending shivers through his body.
The boys all groaned and laughed simultaneously but Isak was completely lost in Even’s touch.
Even pulled back and looked into his eyes, smiling brightly at every inch of Isak.
then he abruptly turned to the boys and stood up.
“Alright now which one of you said my hair wasn’t that great?”
The future concept will be “Love Yourself”. Each member will release a drama style video with other actors. 👼👼👼
I’m really excited because “Love Yourself” is a very important sentence for Namnam, he talks about this since 2015. Like he said in the fancafe, to able to love yourself you have to be brave but also to be able to forgive yourself. So I guess they will also exploit these two concepts too!
Tbh that’s one of the reason why I fell for him. He is so vulnerable and he’s not afraid to show this side of himself. More than everything he wants to help us. In the same fancafe post he talks about how loving yourself can be difficult for “us”. He included himself and Armys who also have this issue. I would be very intimidated to talk about this personal problem, but he wasn’t because he just wanted to help at least one person, the hope that someone will relate, that someone will feel comfort in his words.
This post means a lot for me, I think the title is ‘Love Yourself’. 2 years ago it really had an impact on me, his words were so powerful and they still are. I remember by heart this part “if you have a warm heart, there is definitely a person out there with a heart of similar warmth and will appear in your life” then he finished by saying “so let’s just forgive ourself”. And idk, the way he worded it is just so powerful.
He wrote in 2016 his solo. After one year he still had difficulties to love himself and he confessed it again. I know that he’s happy now, and I sincerely want him to fully love himself, because he deserves it.
So yeah all of this to say that it’s going to be a very emotional era;;;;;;; (and I’m very emo now omg)
EDIT: I didnt say it but yeah nothing is confirmed! The concept will be “Love Yourself” this is sure but we still don’t know about the lil videos or the actors or anything. Big Hit planned it but nothing is sure👼👼
I met my boyfriend in 8th grade completely on accident. We were best friends for three years; we talked every day and had a friendship that I can't compare to anything else. Junior year of high school he asked me to be his girlfriend, and that was 5 1/2 years ago. We are planning on spending the rest of our lives together and are both finishing college this year after four years of school in different cities. We've both been saving for a house and are still, to this day, best friends
For the fall prompt thingy!! Sterek and apple picking please omg i need it Amber 😭😭😭😭
SO IT’S BEEN MONTHS AND NOW IT’S SUMMER BUT I FINISHED IT (also on ao3!)
Stiles never would have thought apple picking, of all things, was romantic. Then again, he never would have thought Derek ‘Angry Eyebrows’ Hale was romantic, either. And on both counts he was wrong.
Ever since they’d started dating–having gotten together the summer before senior year after Stiles had come dangerously close to dying from the aftereffects of having been possessed by the Nogitsune, Derek not wanting to risk never being able to love Stiles the way he wanted to, open for the world to see–Derek had absolutely blown him away with how affectionate and downright romantic he could be. Not a day went by without Derek performing some sort of grand romantic gesture.
On their first date, Derek had surprised him with a bouquet of deep red roses, despite the fact that they were only going to dinner at the local diner that served Stiles’ favorite curly fries. They held hands throughout their meal, Stiles somehow managing to eat a greasy, bacon loaded double cheeseburger one-handed, playing footsie under the table like the dorks they both unabashedly were.
It had started raining by the time they finished dessert, sharing a milkshake like it was the nineteen fifties, Stiles teasing Derek about looking the part of the bad boy greaser in his leather jacket. As they fled to the Camaro, hoping for a reprieve from the heavy rain, Derek used his jacket as a makeshift umbrella, holding it above their heads to shield them from getting pelted by the cold rain.
Once they’d climbed into the Camaro, Derek draping his jacket over Stiles as he unlocked the doors and jogged around the front of the car to climb into the driver’s seat, they’d luxuriated in the Camaro’s heated seats as they laughed about their luck and poor timing, going on their first date the only time it rained that month. Stiles had made a comment about rain on a first date being a sign of good luck, Derek arguing that it was only wedding days that were lucky if rained on, sparking an intriguing conversation about various good luck signs as Derek drove Stiles home.
Stiles had kissed him on the front porch after Derek walked him to the door until his dad started flicking the porch light on and off. Stiles had smiled like an idiot when Derek insisted he hold on to his leather jacket for a little while, laying a kiss on Derek’s cheek for the sweet gesture. He’d put the roses in a vase and set them on his nightstand after Derek left, stealing glances at the beautiful bouquet for the next two weeks, breaking into a blinding grin whenever he did.
On their second date, a double feature at the local movie theater across town, Stiles had attempted to return Derek’s jacket, slipping it off his shoulders when Derek pulled up in front of his house, only for Derek to insist that he keep it, at least for just a little bit longer. Stiles had proudly strut over to the Camaro, chin held high as slid into the passenger seat still wearing the leather jacket despite the midday heat, slipping his hand into Derek’s as they pulled onto the road.
They’d sat in the back of the darkened theater, Derek leading Stiles to their seats, his werewolf night vision guiding him through the crowded theater, the location of the seats prompting many innuendos and eyebrow waggles from a jokingly scandalized Stiles. He’d only stopped teasing Derek about his choice of seating when Derek had grabbed the front of his Star Wars t-shirt and pulled him into a deep kiss as the opening credits rolled.
They’d spent the rest of the double feature holding hands as they shared a tub of popcorn and a box of Reeses Pieces, occasionally feeding each other the peanut butter candies before leaning in to kiss the butter from the popcorn off each other’s lips afterwards. They both blissfully ignored the appalled, genuinely scandalized looks they received, mostly from the elderly couples in attendance, due to their blatant public displays of affection, Derek assuring Stiles that he had no reason to be embarrassed or shy, casually throwing his arm around Stiles’ shoulders and kissing his temple.
A few hours later they left the theater with Derek’s arm still around Stiles’ shoulders, smiles proudly plastered on both their faces.
Their third date consisted of a nice dinner in at loft, giving Derek an opportunity to flex his culinary muscles, thoroughly impressing Stiles with a three course meal — an appetizer of potato skins followed by an entree of filet mignon before a dessert of various fruits dipped in chocolate and caramel sauces. They ate on the couch, the informal seating belying the sophistication of the meal, cuddling as they took Boyd’s suggestion to heart and watched Luke Cage on Netflix.
They watched Mike Colter kick ass on screen, Stiles making an offhand comment about how hot he was, Derek huffing and crossing his arms over his chest in faux jealousy until Stiles peppered kisses over his cheeks. Whenever there was a lull in action on the TV screen they took advantage of the opportunity to lick the sticky sweetness of chocolate and caramel off each other’s lips, hands tenderly stroking each other’s faces, fingers brushing through each other’s hair.
On Stiles’ eighteenth birthday they had sex for the first time.
Derek made love to him so gently and so sweetly, holding him and touching him and kissing him like he was something to be cherished, something to be treasured and protected and loved, that Stiles had buried his face in the crook of Derek’s neck and cried. Derek had held him for the rest of the night, rolling over so Stiles lay on his chest, running his hand up and down the smooth, mole dotted planes of his back, whispering hushed words of love into his sweaty hair as Stiles sobbed softly.
In the morning, Derek made him breakfast in bed and scattered kisses over the marks he’d left on his neck the night before, combing his fingers through Stiles’ disheveled bed head as Stiles munched on the perfectly crispy bacon and wonderfully fluffy pancakes Derek had made, trying not to be too embarrassed by the previous night’s waterworks.
After breakfast, Derek had literally carried him to the bathroom where they’d taken a hot shower together, Derek, unable to help himself, nipping and sucking at Stiles’ neck as he massaged body wash into Stiles’ smooth, pale skin. Soon enough, Derek’s amorous kisses and less than innocent touches led to what was both Stiles’ first time having shower sex and his first time having sex standing up–all in only his second time having sex at all.
Between moans he thanked the heavens above for Derek’s foresight to have a bottle of oil based lube on hand in the bathroom, smirking to himself as he idly wondered about how long Derek had wanted to fuck him in the shower.
After their steamy shared shower, Derek had carried Stiles back to bed after drying him off, Stiles too boneless with pleasure to even lift his head off Derek’s shoulder. They spent the rest of the day lounging in bed, not bothering to put a shred of clothing on, Stiles lazily pressing kisses over Derek’s neck and shoulders and collarbone as Derek gently stroked his hand up and down Stiles’ naked back, tracing the play of moles across the breadth of his shoulders.
And the romance hadn’t stopped there. If anything, it had intensified.
Derek made a point of continuing to be as romantic as humanly–werewolfily?–possible, constantly one upping himself with every gesture.
A few days after he gave Stiles another bouquet of red roses for their three month anniversary, he one upped himself by scattering rose petals and candles around the entire loft leading to the bed upstairs where he made love to Stiles for hours. Only a few hours after he’d absentmindedly began singing to Stiles on the couch, Stiles’ head in his lap as he re-read one of his favorite books, he pressed kisses to Stiles’ shoulders and back as he mumbled poetry into his skin in fluent Spanish as they laid in bed together.
So, naturally, he was intrigued when, while he and Derek were driving along a country road on the outskirts of Beacon Hills, Derek had pointed out a sign in front of a local farm, advertising for people to pick their own apples, and insisted he pull over. He’d cocked an eyebrow at his boyfriend but parked and climbed out of the Jeep nonetheless, eager to see what Derek had in mind.
Derek slipped his hand into Stiles’ and led him over to a display of produce for sale where an elderly man was restocking a wooden shelf of cartons of cranberries. The man turned to greet them with a warm, toothy smile, wiping his hands with a handkerchief. “What can I do for you gentlemen?”
“Hi,” Derek greeted, holding his hand out to shake the man’s hand. “How much to pick our own apples?”
“Five dollars a head,” the man replied, returning Derek’s firm handshake. He visibly blanched when Derek handed him a twenty dollar bill, shaking his head as he stammered, “Oh, no. This-This is too much.”
Derek simply shrugged and slipped his arm around Stiles’ shoulders, hugging him tightly against his side. Looking back at the man who was still gawking at the twenty dollar bill, he explained, “It’s a special occasion.”
After blurting out a few thank you’s, the man directed them over to the apple orchard, handing them each a hand woven basket to collect their apples in. They had eagerly hurried to the orchard where Derek set to work explaining which apples were the best to pick.
Stiles waited until they were both immersed in picking apples, steadily filling their baskets, to ask the question that had been burning in the back of his mind since they parked. Glancing over his shoulder at Derek who was reaching up to pluck a juicy red apple, he inquired, “So… Apple picking?”
“Yeah,” Derek answered simply, a smile audible in his voice. “My mom used to bring us every year. All of us — me and my sisters — would spend the whole day picking apples with her.”
Stiles smiled himself, biting his bottom lip. He loved hearing about Derek’s family though he always ached at the fact that he would never meet any of them.
“My mom would always bake an apple pie that same night. With streusel on top, not pie crust,” Derek continued on, luring Stiles away from his downright depressing thoughts. A soft, nostalgic smile accompanied his words as he recalled, “She’d use the rest of the apples to make her own apple sauce. And apple cake and cider and muffins, even cheesecake.”
Derek raised his head to smile over at Stiles who beckoned him over with a wave of his hand. He set his basket down and meandered over to Stiles with a sly grin, backing him against a nearby tree. “Yeah?”
“I love you,” Stiles announced, raising his hands to fist them in the front of Derek’s shirt to reel him in for a sweet kiss. The funny thing was it almost tasted like apples.
I was bored after finishing 3 seasons of Hannibal (again) and I need some refreshment. I watched Confession of shopaholic. It was a typical generic Romantic comedy movie. but COME ON FANCY DANCY with boss-office worker, shirt and tie, and THAT ACCENT THO oh my god he was so young and cute and all that jazz OMG i swooned. like, crushing harder than my 15 year-old self. screaming and blushing so hard every scene he appeared. OMG. no. i’m not ready. I fall for him hard enough already.
Summary: Under the heavy rain, an unexpected meeting occurs between two children that creates an unexpected friendship with the use of an umbrella and a flower. [Aka. what would happen if Todoroki and Midoriya met as children?]
Notes: OMG I finally got this fic done after so many years and ages and 8) It’s finally done and I am so happy that I am finally able to publish it! It’s been so long since I uploaded a fanfic so I’m so happy I was able to finish it so I can share it with you guys! I’ve always wanted to write a fanfic where kids of Class 1-A met as kids and this fic was the perfect opportunity to do so. Yes, there are inconsistencies, I know, please bear through them OTL I didn’t realize them until it was too late so please just….imagine this being an AU and be done. I’m really sorry! I hope that it won’t detract any of you away from it ;.;
All it took was an umbrella and a flower to make Shouto cry.
It was a dreary day with clouds that had overtaken the
morning sky, causing the world and its scenery to be in an opaque grayscale.
Rain fell from the sky in hard, round droplets that were sensitive to the touch
as they came down and crashed on the ground in a steady beat. Splashes from
puddles could be heard as people ran from building to building, fiddling around
with their clothing as they tried to not get their expensive luxuries ruined
and creviced under the pouring water.
Everyone was in a rush except for Shouto Todoroki.
Earlier in the risings of morning, his fragile mother and
demanding father rendered themselves hostile once more over the topic of their
youngest son. Both had conflicting views on how to raise him, his mother
wanting him to prosper in the light whereas his father in the fire and it led
to continuous arguments that occurred around the clock, regardless if the sun
was shining bright out or the moonlight dawned on their shadows. Plates and
glasses would shatter into tiny fragments as their words cut wounds into their
bloodstream, causing their hearts to be in turmoil as the sanctity of their
home began to crumble with each passing minute. In the beginning, Shouto was
breaking under the metaphorical fire that had burned through their once
peaceful home, recoiling and flinching at every hit his mother received as his
father continued to shoot words filled with a dark powder that left a burning
sensation behind. However, after his mother dropped the boiling kettle water on
his eye, leaving the skin scarred and burned from his mother’s hatred, the pain
had dulled and he became a shell. Beautiful on the outside, hollow in the
inside. Now, whenever these fights occurred, Shouto either stood on the side
and absorbed it all, piece by piece, or, if his burn began to throb and swell
up with immense heat, he would find solace in going to the local park nearby
where his mom would take him to after long and exasperating shopping trips.
Normally the park was vibrant with a range of colors staining the plants and
flowers as children ran from play structure to play structure, laughing and
giggling with each other as their parents watched on with peaceful eyes, but
today, the rain scared the color away and all that was left were puddles of mud
and lonely swings as they swayed in rhythm with the wet wind.
Shouto sat at one of the many desolated and drenched
benches, gazing at the leaves and shreds of grass surrounding his feet. His
eyes looked blank as they fixated at the same spot without blinking, analyzing
the folds and creases of the plant life. His thoughts led him everywhere and
nowhere as he felt his emotions bursting out of the cracks of his shell,
wanting to come out and make them known to the outside world. He wanted to
rage, throwing whatever is in sight and see them shatter into pieces just like
how his heart did. He wanted to cry, screaming his sorrows to the world and
tear each and every follicle on his mix matched hair. He wanted to at least
know what the feeling of happiness felt like once in his life.
He just wanted to feel something
else other than the blank and dead feeling that captivated his soul and
rendered it to be hollow.
“Mama, why is the sky crying so much today?” asked the
little green haired boy to his mother as one hand tightly clutched hers as the
other held a small red umbrella that was slightly lopsided under his grasp. He
and his mother had just left the nursing home his grandmother resided in and
when they initially met the outside after their visitation, the clear sky that
had broadcasted before them turned into a strong thunderstorm that caused them to
fight back against the wind as they backed to the comfort of their small home.
“Well Izuku, you see, the sky always works so much to make
others happy with their bright light and sunshine, but when he sees others sad
and going through a rough time, well he can’t help to feel sad seeing them way.
That’s why he’s crying so much today, he’s seeing others cry and it’s making
him sad too.” His mother, Inko Midoriya, gently worded to him, trying to use as
much simplistic language as possible. Izuku wasn’t at an age where he would be
in elementary school, especially at an age where he would be learning the water
cycle, so she did her best to explain to her son using more real life thoughts
and examples to help him understand the phenomena at hand.
At his mother’s explanation, Izuku’s eyes teared up a bit,
feeling a bit of sadness tugging at his own heartstrings. “Really Mama? That
makes me so sad! I want the sky to be happy too!” he said with a slight push of
passion there as a tear slightly dropped down from his cheek, making his eyes
wet as they wanted to release more.
“I know dear, I want him to be happy too, but you know,
crying is just going to make him more sad.” responded his mother, trying to
cheer up her now sniffling son. “But you know what will make him happy Izuku?”
Izuku looked up to his mother with big, glossy eyes that had
tears welled up at the corners, pleading with his mother for a solution. “What
is it Mama?”
Izuku’s mom slightly turned her body towards him and,
letting go of his hand to point towards her mouth, she flashed him a huge
smile, her teeth clearly shown as they glistened under her umbrella. “By just
smiling and having a happy attitude! The sky works so hard to make people happy
so seeing others happy from their work makes them so happy! They love to see
At her words, Izuku immediately used his free hand to wipe
away his budding tears and gave her a wobbly toothy grin, his lips shaking ever
so slightly, “Like this Mama?”
“Yes! Just like that!” she said encouragingly as she nodded
her head in response, slightly chuckling under her breath at how adorable her
son’s actions were. Even though Izuku was known to act with his emotions and
tears, his sense of justice and determination made him a strong little human
that cared about those around him and his mother felt proud that he was her son
every time he acted this way. Deep down inside, even though they had recently
discovered he didn’t have a quirk and couldn’t go into heroics, she knew his
life was set up for something bigger than others could even imagine. She wasn’t
so sure what yet but she had a suspicious feeling that one day he would become
a special type of hero that would impact people’s lives in a life changing way.
After a little bit of silence between the two, Inko began to
hum an all too familiar melody that was shared between her and her son and her
soft vibrations could be heard coming from behind her lips. Izuku caught on to
his mother’s song and he began to join along, the two of them creating a
peaceful harmony that matched up to the tempo of distant bird chirps.
Soon, they reached the park where Izuku loved to build
sandcastles and hang himself from the bars while trying to play with his other
friends and the nostalgia brought him to slow his steps as he gazed at the
structures he was familiar with. His eyes scanned every detail until he came
across a lonely boy sitting on the empty bench by himself, getting soaked under
the heavy rain. Something about the boy was off; his back was slouched over as
his dead eyes looked downwards at the sullen earth. Everything about what Izuku
was seeing was wrong and something clutched in his heart as whispers of All
Might, his inspiration, rang in his ear.
“Mama, look…” Izuku mumbled out as he slowly detached away
from his mother’s side and walked towards the lonely boy, his expression filled
with concern mixed in with a determination to help another being escape the
roads of despair.
“Izuku! Come back here sweetie!” screamed Inko as she tried
to grab onto Izuku’s tiny hand to pull him back closer to her side. However,
with each attempt she tried at, Izuku’s hidden strength would appear from the
seams and he yanked at his hand away from her grasp as his attention focused
slowly on the boy. His footsteps moved on their own as he walked towards the
boy, interest of his status peaking at his curiosity.
When Izuku reached the targeted bench, he shifted his
umbrella in his hand to diffuse the coverage on his own head and instead cover
the head of the drenched boy who sat on the beaded bench. “Here you go! Now you
don’t have to get all wet and gross!” chirped Izuku with content as his once
dry body began to receive patches of wetness under the heavy rain. As if he
shocked back to life, the little boy rose his head up from the ground and
slowly turned himself towards Izuku. Initially, his eyes drifted upwards
towards the umbrella, scanning all the little details that patched it together
before he shifted himself downwards to meet with Izuku’s sparkling eyes. His
face read confusion, though that didn’t matter much to Izuku as he shot his
hand forward and gave him a toothy grin that reached from ear to ear. “My name
is Izuku! What’s your name?” he greeted to his new fellow comrade, dropping all
levels of formalities to insinuate a special new friendship Izuku wanted to
The boy looked apprehensive, as if Izuku’s hand with a type
of disease that could burn through his hand if not careful. His past with his
father taught him to always be on his guard but he also taught him the
importance of manners whenever they went to a pro hero conference so it left
him in a conflicted spot. As he internalized the situation and planned escape
routes in case, he swallowed his nerves down and looked at Izuku more directly.
“…..Todoroki….” he muttered out, sticking to formalities unlike the stranger as
hesitation lingered on his tongue and wavered each syllable he spoke out.
“Todoroki, huh? Well it’s nice to meet you Todoroki!” Izuku
said excitedly as he smiled at his so called friend. Grabbing the bench’s back
edge, he used his mighty strength to pull his body up so he could lean over the
back to be able to get close to Shouto. Once he found his balance, he placed
all his weight onto his stomach as he used his tiny arm to reach towards
Shouto’s hair to grab a piece of hair, rubbing his thumb over it to feel the
texture and softness of it. In reaction, Shouto froze his entire body up as his
muscles tensed in apprehension. Small ice crystals began to form on his
fingertips and he kept that on hand, ready to attack if Izuku even showed any
sign of aggression towards him. This close of human contact became a foreign
concept to him after his most trusted family created his scar so he knew to be
on edge with every touch that came his way. However, Izuku was reacting in all
the ways that Shouto wasn’t expecting and his eyes were studying Izuku’s giggles
to see a possible change in reaction. “Wow! Your hair is so cool! How did you
get it to be like that??” he asked with immense curiosity and amazement
glistening in his eyes as he continued to play around with Shouto’s hair, inner
questions popping in and out.
As Izuku continued to keep his close contact, Shouto studied
him with observant eyes, analyzing each movement that he did. Fear struck his
body as he had never experienced something like this before, especially with a
stranger that he just met. Normally, when individuals came near him and touched
him, it was out of malice and anger and disgust that was fueled for a hatred of
the circumstances that surrounded him. Yet, Izuku’s touches were different.
They weren’t harsh or destructive, rather they contained a sense of softness as
he lovingly ran his fingers through the strong division of color in Shouto’s
hair. He could feel the love in each of his strokes and Shouto’s anxieties
began to build up as he didn’t know how to react to this new sense of feeling.
“Izuku, dear!” gently called his mother as she slightly
picked up her steps to reach the boys, worry written all over her face as she
saw her son completely drenched from the rain he decided to subject himself to.
“Oh, hi Mama! This is my new friend Todoroki! He’s really
super cool! Did you see how even cool his hair is??” beamed Izuku, his teeth
radiating under his smile that stretched from ear to ear as water was dripping
down his face. From his reaction to seeing his mother, it became apparent that
he valued more protecting his friend from getting wet than allowing his body to
even be a smidge drier.
“Well it’s very nice to meet you Todoroki. You do have very
beautiful hair.” Inko gently greeted as she tilted her umbrella over a giddy
Izuku to protect his tiny body from being exposed even more in the rain since
he didn’t seemed concerned at all on the aftermath of his current stunt. She
then look at Todoroki with curious eyes that were also filled with wonder and
motherly instincts. “Are you here out by yourself? Where are your parents?”
Just from seeing their interactions alone, Shouto’s face
began to mold itself to showcase more his apprehension towards the mother-son
duo. After all the stuff that has occurred in his home since his quirk began to
manifest, he had forgotten what kindness was like and seeing their friendly
demeanor confused him and made his anxiety bubble slightly. While he may have
received a pat or a hug once in a while, most of the time he only received hostile
touches that left scars that were filled with hatred and disgust.
Yet, even though he was on edge and distressed, a part of
him began to slightly form a small trust with the two. Something about them
gave him a vibe that screamed he could entrust himself to them, that if he just
grabbed their hands and followed them, he could be covered in a blanket of
safety, even for a little bit. It was an odd feeling, one that made his stomach
do flips with butterflies swirling inwards that caused acidic buildup in his
budding esophagus, but there was a sense of warm in there as well, as if he was
given a warm drink and the contents were creating a fuzzy feeling that made his
inside feel like they were stuffed with plush. And it was that same warm
feeling that got him to quietly answer back, “At home…”, to the worried
question of where his parents were, revealing his current singular status.
“Oh my goodness! What are you out here all by yourself in
the pouring rain??” Izuku’s mother said frantically, giving out an audible gasp
as a hand took comfort on the side of her cheek. Her motherly instincts kicked
into her heart and she knew that she had to do something to protect this boy
and get him back to safety. After all, his parents must have been so worried
about him (as she would have been as well if Izuku had suddenly gone missing)
so it was the only right thing to do from parent to parent. “Where do you live
dear?? We’ll take you home.”
Shouto’s father’s warnings and lessons of never revealing
his permanent residence rang defiantly in his ears as he slowly raised his hand
down the street, signaling the direction of his house. “It’s over there…” he
quietly muttered, though his voice didn’t waver, as if he felt confident in his
judgement of the situation.
Inko sighed in exasperation as all the heavy veins in her
diaphragm released their tension into the cold air, causing a small puff of a
cloud to emit from her narrow and trembling lips. Clutching her hand on Izuku’s
shirt, she pulled him closer to her side, making sure he wouldn’t leave her
side like the boy left his parents’. “Well, that doesn’t seem too far. Let’s
get you home then.”
“Yay!! We get to take Todoroki home!!” shouted Izuku in a
contrasting excited tone as he used his free to grab onto Shouto’s hand,
pulling him off the bench with a child’s force so they could walk back to his
house together. With the world revolving in his eyes, Shouto tumbled behind
Izuku, his feet stumbling with each other as he could feel the socket of his
shoulder being tugged as he tried to keep with Izuku’s fast paced energy. Everything
in his field of vision was a blur with colors mixing into each other to create
a somewhat undetailed painting that had chaotic brush strokes and meshed line
work that blended the world together in a confusing tone. Yet, even though
everything was turbulent and his gut sank in to itself in anguish, there was
just that small glimmer that gave Shouto a sense of contentment that created a
small line of hope and trust. It was a foreign and unsettling feeling but it
came with a beautiful cascade of light that just happened to brighten Shouto’s
monochromatic world for even a second.
Normally, the walk to Shouto’s house was long and lengthy,
filled with stoplights and sometimes hidden passages. Whenever his house turned
into a war zone with his parents’ firing metaphorical bullets and creating
sharp linguistic cuts, Shouto would take the longest route possible, making
sure that he got as far away from the chaos as possible so he could enjoy the
quiet serenity of the wind without much worries or pain inflicted upon him.
However, this time around it was different. Every pathway and every street lamp
seemed to speed up on time and he could feel the time they had together
crumpling up into a constrained ball that showed its limitation.
Silence was also an unfamiliar concept to their walk as
Izuku continuously spoke in his high pitched tone of voice as he recounted
stories of his life to his new friend. He told him about all the adventures he
had with this other boy named Kacchan and how, no matter what Kacchan did, he
did everything with an overconfident smile on his face that would make one
follow him, even to the depths of a mysterious void that could get them all in
trouble by their parents. He told him stories of his school life and how, even
though he endured many jokes thrown at him, he still heavily enjoyed his time
since the teachers were understanding and how there was this one girl who had a
sharp tongue attached to her tiny frame but that she was still a sight to see
regardless. He even told stories of his all-time favorite hero All Might and
how he had put the video on loop of him saving over 100 people in less than 10
minutes with a crimson smile on his face that never wavered, no matter how even
the situation seemed dangerous and daunting. As Izuku continued to retell the
fables of his life, Shouto listened to him intently, completely under an
amassed spell that left him entrenched in a puddle of Izuku’s words. He could
hear all the magic embedded into his voice inflictions as he jumped from story
to story, recounting all the memories of his life. Though, the more Shouto
listened, the more he could feel a pang of jealously striking his core as there
was a part of him that yearned to have the simplistic melodies of Izuku’s life.
Even though Izuku was everything Shotou wasn’t, he had all the things Shouto
wanted and it left an acidic taste as that fact ruminated within him.
Soon enough, after many twists and turns through a maze of
cement that was accompanied with words swaying in the wind, the trio finally
arrived at Shouto’s house and the mother-son duo had their mouth open ajar as
they inhaled the beauty of the scenery. The Todoroki household was a Japanese
style mansion that held up the different levels with planked wood that screwed
together with the finest tools. Sliding doors could be seen on all levels that
left a dimensional effect and a short wooden frame of a fence lined the second
floor that provided an antique aesthetic feel. The yard was filled with a
variety of different types of nature such as flourishing grass in front of the
entry doors and bushes of mixed flowers surrounded the wooden walls that
created the base to withhold all the weight. Overall, Shouto’s house was grand
and spacious enough to fit an entire village, something that left Izuku and
Inko shivering in their shoes as they thought back to their small apartment out
in the city side.
“…..This is my house…..” Shouto quietly peeped with dread
as he gripped onto Izuku’s hand with dear life. He was reluctant to let go of
the positive aura Izuku had provided for him and submit himself back to the
hostility that could cause more damage with its cut edges. All he wanted was to
stay with this person who he was starting to view as a friend and hear more
stories of the days in his life that brought a sense of change in Shouto’s
eyes. A part of him wanted to pull Izuku and his mother away from his home and
run away with them into a mystical land that was filled with love and guidance
instead of broken glass.
“Wow, really!? You have such a cool house!!! It’s so
freaking BIG!!” exclaimed Izuku as his heels arose from the ground to do a
bouncing motion on the balls of his feet, clearly showing more excitement than
Shouto to viewing the house. He kept jabbing his mother’s side, trying to keep
her attention as he pointed out even the smallest of details that intrigued him.
As Izuku kept bobbing his head sideways, Shouto couldn’t help but look over to
him in jealously, wishing he could embody the same excitement Izuku was showing
in this moment. If only things were different in his life, if only he wasn’t
born into this family with a high profile hero, if only his life was just
simpler and easier, if only-
“Hey, Todoroki! Look what I found!” Izuku happily called,
his words snapping Shouto back to the harsh reality his body was in. His eyes shifted towards the owner of the voice and his
heart stopped for a split second as Shouto looked to see what was in front of
him. Outstretched to his visual field was a red and white tie-dyed flower that
was damp with beads of rain sticking onto the petals but still managed to hold
its flourishing nature. “This flower looks just as cool as you!” Izuku said as
his bright smile shimmered under the virtuous light he was surrounded with.
Shouto’s eyes widened as he looked at
the flower in utter awe, completely amazed yet surprised that such beauty was
growing so close to him this entire time and he never seemed to notice. With
ease, he gently took it from Izuku’s hand and slightly twirled it in between
his fingers, really taking it in as he looked at it with a much deeper
expression. The red and white weren’t entirely separated like his own hair,
rather the opposing colors intermingled with each other, creating geometric
shapes and patterns that looked like they were dancing on through the canvas
the petals had created. Through the layers, they were swirling and twirling, as
if the colors engaged in a waltz dance that had high step movements and swishes
and they were leaving their marks so others could be as mesmerized as them.
was just so beautiful.
“Hey Todoroki…” Izuku interrupted him
once more, calling for his attention. Shouto looked up from his enchantment and
looked back at him with curiosity overshadowing his eyes. “Well, I just wanted
to say that I’m so happy we met today! You’re really nice and cool and you
probably have a really cool quirk that I want to see one day! It was really
nice talking to you and I hope we can be friends forever!” he said with a
glittering smile as he opened and stretched his arms out, as if he was
beckoning Shouto to come in and solidify their friendship with a tight fitting
Which, in that moment, tears began to
cascade down his cheek as he was washed away with every single emotion a human
could possibly feel. He felt happiness, sadness, jealously, anger, regret,
guilt, anguish all turmoil in his chest as his body began to quiver. Before
that moment, all Shouto knew was loneliness and brokenness that sucked every
last drip of energy into an infinite void and caused him to become to be a
robotic shell that went through the motions. To avoid pain, he pushed
everything into a box and threw it into a black hole that could never be
accessed. Yet, in that moment, Izuku proved all odds and he wrenched it out of
the dark, opening it up and releasing all his emotions that came in the form of
tears that would slide against each other down his reddening cheeks. He never
had experienced this before and everything seemed overwhelming and a chaotic
mess and completely scrambled as he tried to sort himself out, but, even though
his tears would suggest otherwise, Shouto wouldn’t change this rush of emotions
for the world. It was the first time in a long while where despair wasn’t in
his vocabulary and he wanted to protect every fragment before his father
shattered them once more.
As his tears began to
fall harder, Shouto moved into Izuku’s arm with shaking motions and he rested
his head on top of Izuku’s shoulder as his arms wrapped themselves against
Izuku’s small body. Small wails came from his mouth as he submerged himself
more into Izuku’s embrace, feeling warmth and kindness and love as Izuku
returned the hug, cherishing the moment they had together.
Rain poured down heavier than the
previous days, causing tunnels of storms to go overhead as crack of lightening
hit the ground with thunder chuckling after it. Even though Shouto had an
umbrella to cover himself, his body still managed to get slightly wet, causing
his uniform to cling to himself in a wet fashion.
Entering the UA building, he undid his
red umbrella and shook it out slightly to try to wring out as much water as
possible since the storm completely drenched it out. Once it felt adequate to
Shouto, he walked into his classroom, making sure his shoes were dry by scraping
them against the doormat and that he would leak water onto the pristine floor.
Inside the class hustled and bustled as
they were busy prepping for the upcoming school festival that UA was holding
for the end of the year. Collectively, everyone had decided to take the simple
route and go about making a specialized café so they came together to create
all the decorations that would be placed on full display for all the visitors
And what a sight it was to see everyone
coming together and using the special nature of their quirks to help each
other. Momo was on the side with a textbook laid in front of her as she created
all the items that couldn’t be found in stores. Katsuki prepped all the food
with his surprisingly amazing knife cutting skills while he also tried to fend
off a hungry Ejirou and Denki from eating all the food he had made. Ochako
utilized her zero gravity quirk to help lift items so they could be hung in
high spaces, though she had to take small breaks in between to help calm the
nausea in her system from the overuse. Though the most involved was Tenya as he
ran back and forth, waving his arms at everyone in a robotic fashion as he made
sure everyone was on track and all questions that indicated confusion were
answered in an eloquent manner. With everyone moving around and their attention
split off, Shouto stood on the side for a bit, taking in the environment with a
silent admiration as a small tinge of happiness placed itself right next to
Seeing Shouto walk in, Mina interrupted
his train of thought and rolled her chair right in front of him, holding a
clipboard in hand that showed her status within the group. “Hey Todoroki! Nice
to see you! Quick question, what’s your favorite flower? We’re trying to get
everyone’s favorite in there to help diversify the café a little bit more and
add a subtle personal touch. So far we have sunflowers for Uraraka, lilies for
Tsuyu, carnations for Hagakure and I, and roses for Iida and Yaoyorozu.”
With his red umbrella in his hand and nostalgia
running through his mind at the question, he couldn’t help but release a small
smile as he recalled his memories he had in the past with the little boy and
the flower. Time and training made them fuzzy and blurry but he could never
forget the tender feeling he received during that time, which is why he calmly
responded with a simple, “Camellias,” that not only received a thanks from Mina
but it left him in a happy state that made him slightly wonder where the little
boy with the red umbrella went.
Of course, he seizes it as a chance for revenge to stop the annoying oddball quick (and the oddball duo) he has to deal with daily.
Hahaha, and the freak duo get what he means with his words and expression (Hinata shudders in fear, Ukai is just amused). Honestly, these Karasuno first years give me life. (That reminds me to finish my first years fic, askflasjflaflahfajhlaskjd;asd;af;jd)
Another thing that caught my attention:
Akiteru’s small cameo even looks so sad that he cannot go watch his brother’s games. But what’s interesting is how well the others know his reaction to Tsukki’s excellent block (OMG, Akiteru is such a sweetheart and precious older brother). I wonder whether they often meet and hang out outside Karasuno matches as fellow Karasuno alumni and supporters, along with Ukai. After all, they seem to come up with the idea of Saeko with her Taiko group. I kinda want to be the fly on the wall to see whatever shenanigans they get to. Adults don’t mean anything when they’re with fellow adults.
Anyway, another prideful moment for Karasuno.
This is what potential Tsukki has seen of Hinata, confirmed by Hoshiumi.
Remember how skeptical Ukai and Suga was when Hinata told them that he saw things in slow motion in the air? And yet? Tsukishima came to his own conclusion on his own, and even gave Hinata the opportunity to polish his spike in the training camp, in order to keep his skill sharp despite being a ball boy. Huh. Now I can understand Akiteru’s feeling, I feel like crying with him in pride for you, Tsukki. (And may I add that’s how I started to ship Tsukihina?)
Fuki, the All-Japan Boys’ Representative Coach makes an appearance, also an interesting observation about Hinata.
His words pretty much an echo of every coach’s observation and opinion of Hinata, that makes him ineligible for training camp. His value relied on Kageyama. Of course this makes a perfect segue to Hinata’s slowly but surely stepping out of Kageyama’s shadow.
Naturally, it’s Kageyama who realizes it first. After all, old Kageyama would have tried to give the easiest toss for Hinata to spike after repeated block out, not the best toss, which angered Hinata back then.
Honestly those scenes shows how much Kageyama, and Ukai trusts the team. Ukai understands his students very well. He even gives insight of what is going on Tsukishima’s mind. I’m putting this into my album of Ukai’s best coaching moments.
Still, I cannot really figure out Hinata’s expression. Definitely not calm, not disheartened, but… what?? It’s the strangest expression I’ve seen on him, as if he doesn’t quite know what to feel. Annoyance and admiration mixed together? But honestly, Hinata’s officially known as Kageyama’s partner by now. XDDD
The next chapter’s gonna be interesting now we’re closing in to the match point. Who’s gonna win the first set?
Daichi saves the day (again).
Karasuno really needs to up their defense, they shouldn’t let Daichi and Noya do all the work.
Hello there beautiful people. I’m announcing a series that I just started writing and I am very excited because I’ve never done this before and I just finished the first part omg. I’ll be posting it tomorrow or in like 10 minutes if I get too impatient lol. I don’t know how many parts there will be, but I do know that I have many ideas for the course of the story. I really hope you guys like it! Here’s the info:
Title: Great Chemistry
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader
Summary: After years of auditions and small acting jobs, you finally get picked to play the female lead in a major spy movie: Rogue Agency. Suddenly you find out that the actor playing the male lead and love interest is none other than Sebastian Stan himself. Throughout the story you go through the motions of filming a movie and come to find out that you and Seb have great chemistry. Do you take the leap and let yourself fall in love with your costar? hmmmm.
Hi, I'm a fan of your work! Just wanted to ask - how did you get your start in learning to paint in Photoshop? I love your clean style and would like to learn more coloring techniques. :)
Thank you for the kind words!
In regards to learning how to paint in Photoshop, I used to look up tutorials from artists that I have followed over the years. I also watched a lot of videos on YouTube, some combination of time-lapse videos and tutorials.
As far as my recent work goes, I built on a lot of inspiration I got from @okolnir (style and rendering) and @rossdraws (COLOR DODGE!!!).
Generally though, I feel like I approach each new piece differently because I am very inconsistent with everything I do. If you feel up to looking at my time-lapse videos, you can check out my YouTube: LINK
And after all of that, it’s all a matter of just practicing. LOTS of practicing. When I started out trying to figure out how to create digital drawings, I was absolutely TERRIBLE at it. It took me months to get used to my very first drawing tablet (that I bought in either 2000 or 2001) and years to finally feel like I was actually starting to color well enough in Photoshop.
Something I drew from 2005 (Omg, this is old):
And what I was working on today (very far from finished):
So my city has this midnight bike ride once a year. There’s a 9 mile option and a 19 mile option. So after a year of not riding a bike, my dad and I went on the 19 mile one while my younger sister (she’s 16) and her boyfriend went on the 9 mile. I struggled lmao. Nearly got sick at the top of a huuuuuge hill, but I fuckin DID IT.
So anyway, when we finished and met my sister at the finish line, she started PANICKING and being like “omg Taylor you’re so pale you need to sit down” and I was like “??? I’m good” and I was making jokes and she was just. Not having it. I guess I looked pretty rough lol. But finally I was like “I feel fine” and she just yelled “I DONT CARE HOW YOU FEEL; SIT DOWN AND DRINK THE DAMN WATER” and I just fuckin love that line because I was like “o shit yes ma'am”
More phantom kiddos! Haru was hard to draw but Futaba was super fun and there’s only one left to finish the whole set! I’m too excited, hope I can finish right now and start doing new stuff already! O7O
first kiss and last kiss in the series. Three years apart omg!! The first was from right after I finished Cinder before all the other books came out and the second was right after I finished Winter. I needed some closure because man oh man do I love this book series. and after all this time I still dont know how the FRICK to draw backgrounds
敬語旦那さま 変態カレシのお気に召すまま (R18!! Please proceed only if you’re above 18!)
CV. Furukawa Makoto
T/N: I KNOW, I KNOOOW!!! I KNOW I’m on a furukawa-abstinence but this is a commission!! a job!!! that i secretly enjoyed that i can’t run away from!!!
okayy professionalism aside, i just realized the voice he makes sound quite similar to Saitama (god help me) and i’m surprised I managed to finish translating through the end so quickly even though this is my first time translating his work omg. Tho, I can’t deny the whole time I’m translating, an image of Saitama scolding me to not sin keep appearing in my head.
Fifteen-year-old Peter has grown up amongst Earth’s Mightiest Heroes—in fact, his dads are their leaders. Unfortunately, that means he’s never quite sure they’re coming home and after years of watching them on the front lines, he wants to do more than just sit at home and pray.
Steve and Tony are thrilled that their son wants to follow in their footsteps, but they’ve dedicated their every waking breath to making sure that he doesn’t have to and that he grows up normal. Or as normal is as possible, considering his lineage.
But when Peter elicits the help of a scientist trying to create the next super soldier serum, he’ll learn that actions, no matter how noble their intentions, have consequences. And not only for himself.
FLUX is a ≈100K UA Steve/Tony superfamily fic that is about 87% finished. Weekly postings on Tuesday night!