ones i forgot to upload before

!!! What’s this? lol jk it’s just a small teaser I did recently (oh nooo flashback train tracks!). I’ve been getting messages about the Zen Feels Train again despite it being in the FAQ already askjdhsakd does no one read FAQs anymore ;;-;;

So anyway, I was thinking of updating on April  (bruh work messed up my schedule I forgot there was a major sale during April-May season) and I was thinking of updating per page whenever I finish one && upload it somewhere like tapastic (?) or something similar so I don’t clutter up your dashes. I will still upload sets on tumblr like before but for those who want to view pages as they are completed, the off-tumblr option (tapastic,webtoon,etc idk yet) is always there (…?) what sites would you guys suggest?

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I FINISHED THIS AT 1 AM YESTERDAY AND I TOTES FORGOT TO UPLOAD IT TILL NOW. TILL 30 MINUTES BEFORE S3 DROPS. OOPS.


Lance is havin some talk w/ his Lion? Or the one whose life force is in Blue right now. Sweet old Altean woman. Gets right to the point tho, don’t she? Woke Lance RIGHT up.

how does she know this? lion gossip, idk

Stick With Me, Kid *Negan Series*

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Summary: Negan finds a little girl, no more than ten, amongst a car wreckage, after finding out she’s alone in the world. He takes her as his own, raising her through the apocalypse. If there’s one thing that his greatest pride but also his biggest weakness, it’s his daughter, Y/N!
Ratings/ warnings: Teen, mentions of blood and violence. I feel like, Negan as a dad is a warning.
Writers Notes: This doesn’t really have a set plot, it will follow alongside season 6 & 7, I’m unsure if I’ll make it so Carl and reader have a thing. But… I got big feels seeing Negan and Judith.

Notes: I had this idea last year, I wrote a few parts and then forgot about it. Now here I am, uploading it because I miss writing Negan! - Rosalee

Chapter Two


Chapter One: Everybody Dies {Reader 10yrs old}


You weren’t really sure what was happening. One moment you were in your home playing with your dolls, the next your mother is picking you up and buckling you in the car seat. This had happened before, her frantic behaviour, it scared you but you were used to how anxiousness she is now. She never let you outside anymore, even living in the new community of people, she never let you out of her sight.

You peeked out of the car window and caught glimpses of the people you knew running. You also saw people that you didn’t know, dirty and grimy, attacking your friends. You frowned and your curious young eyes trained on the events before you.

“Mum, what’s happening?” Your small voice calling out to the women who was speeding out of the gates, “mum? We have to go back and help!” You plead as she continues to ignore you.

You turn your head and look out of the back window, watching as the gates faded into the background and became no more as your turned a corner. Trees and forest edge being the only scenery.

“Mum what about dad?” You asked in a rush, “we can’t leave him? What about dad? Mum.”

Your eyes welling up as she turned her head looking at you, stone cold stare but fear in her blue eyes as she looked at you. “Y/N, be quiet okay? Dad… he… was bitten okay? You know I told you what happened to people who are bitten? Right?” She glanced back at the road before you as you nodded lightly. “We can’t go back! We’re never going back, it just you and-”

“-MUM!” You yelled and pointed to the road where a man staggered out of the forest edge.

You could only watch as your mum swerved the car to avoid hitting the man. The car skidding along the road and tipping over, barrel rolling and smacking into a tree, upside down. The impact caused you to hit your head and black out for a few minutes; unaware of the potential danger around you.

You blinked your eyes open, a light thumping happening in your head as your vision is blurry. The blood rushing to your head, fast, as you’re stuck upside down.

You hear a deep, gritted growling, sounding like a frustrated animal. You blink rapidly and see, what you assume, is the man from the road trying to crawl through the windshield. Up front he looked rotten, disgusting and a grey sort of colour. Bloodshot eyes, skin flaking from his hands that outstretched trying to grab you.

Your heart thumps in your chest, tears falling from your eyes and you begin to scream. Looking to the driver’s seat and your mum isn’t there, car door open but no sign of her; panic settles in as this… man gets closer.

Over your screams for your dad or mum, you don’t hear a van pull up or the steady feet of men get out. No, all you see is the crazy man get pulled away, black boots stand over him and one slams on his back. A single gunshot is fired making you flinch, whimpering into the silence as it goes straight through his head; stopping the man growls.

The same boots along with a few others walk around the car, you whimper as a pair stop beside your window. “Boss, I think there’s someone alive in the car?” A deep, gruff voice rings out.

“Well, pull them out and let me take a look at them! It’s not rocket-science, Simon.” A smooth, clear voice comes from behind the car.

You stare wide-eyed as a man’s face appears; black moustache and grey, wiry hair, deep confused brown eyes stare at you for a moment. He opens the door, the metal scraping against the floor and he leans in, you whimper and recoil away.

“I’m gonna undo the buckle, be ready for the drop,” he tells you before pressing the buckles button and that sends you falling to the roof.

It doesn’t hurt just a little sudden, you look finally able to see him the right way up and he just gestures for you to crawl out to him. With no other choice you shuffle out of the car, standing up and looking up at the tall man; he’s wearing a khaki coloured shirt, sleeves rolled up and some jeans. He places a hand on your shoulder, moving you around the car to the back where a handful of man are stood. Waiting.

“Just a little girl,” the man holding your shoulder calls out. “Look like whoever she was with is long gone.”

You nervously look at the men. All holding some type of weapon, looking mean and tough. You heard dad and mum talking about a group, mean, biker looking group that took from settlements like where you ran from.

“What’s your name little darlin’?” A voice called out, your (E/C) eyes drift nervously to the voice.

A man with slick, dark hair and a black, leather jacket called to you. He looks mean, in the sense he’s swinging a baseball bat that has barbed wire coiled around it. But he has a kind smile, encouraging almost.

“Go on, tell him your name,” the man holding your shoulder taps lightly and you look down at your feet. Scared and afraid, terrified would be accurate.

“She’s scared, give her a minute,” the same man with the bat calls back. “Skinny Joey, check the car over and Simon bring her over here.”

You feel the slight nudge to move forward, you look up as you walk towards the man, glancing at the few others who are looking over the car. You stop a little short of him, he hands his bat to Simon, you think that’s his name, and then kneel down in front of you. He smells of smoke, leather and a distinct dirt smell, it’s not bad but different.

“Aren’t you just the cutest thing I ever did see, I haven’t seen a child this cute since, shit, before this whole mess.” He’s grinning, “I apologise for my foul mouth, now sweetie what’s your name?”

You take a few seconds and he nods in encouragement, “My mum told me not to talk to strangers.”

He laughs loudly, “That’s a good rule, but your mum isn’t here.” You look down, “And I’m only trying to help, I’m Negan, these are my men. Now you know who we are,” he grins as you look at the others all watching.

“I’m… Y/N,” you say hesitantly.

“Wanna tell me what happened? Why you’re out here all alone?” He looks at the wreckage.

You follow his eyes before looking back at him. “My mum packed me into the car, where we lived was under… attack, I think. By those… things,” you nodded to the man who was trying to get through the windshield, “she was driving fast and swerved not to hit him,” he nods solemnly.

“And she left you?” He asked and you shrugged, “woke up from that tumble and she was gone?” It wasn’t a question but you nodded. He seemed to be in deep thought as you looked at him, he looks up at Simon who gives a small sigh, nodding in agreement to whatever silent conversation they were having. “So, you’ll be coming back with us, we’ve got a good set up someone will-”

You cut him off, “I should stay here, what if… my mum left to get help?”

“Listen, kid,” Negan starts off, “that maybe true or she left you or she left to get help and died, the bad out way the good in this world. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone,” he tilts his head.

You shake your head, “No! You don’t know for sure, she wouldn’t just leave me,” you turn and sit beside the wreckage of the car.

Negan shrugs, taking the bat from Simon and telling his men to get into the trucks and vans. He gives you one last look before driving the way you had driven, you watch as the vans turn in the opposite corner and drive off.

FEW HOURS LATER


Your dad told you stories how it gets worse at night. How to never stay outside at night, you wrapped your arms around your body and shivered from the cold. The sun was setting, getting to that time where the somewhat safeness of the day time faded. Your mum would have been back by now, if she left to get help, she wasn’t.

You felt neglected, why would she just leave you? What would possess her to just leave you. Alone with no one.

You stand up walking across the road, peeking into the forest, maybe she was stuck somewhere. Maybe she needed help! You step into the forest and begin walking, it was hard to see because of the darkness painting the sky slowly.

After a few minutes of walking you see her. Sat up against a tree, already looking just as rotten and disgusting as the man from earlier, plus people attacking where you lived. Her shirt was soaked in blood, you flinched away from the nightmare in front of you, she didn’t even look like your mum but it was her. You step back, twig snapping and your eyes darted to her.

She lazily lifted her head, making groaning sounds in the back of her throat; trying to stand up. Her noises attracted others, you could hear more faint groans, without thinking you turn and begin to run back. You squealed when one almost grabbed a hold of you, ducking and running back to the car, why? You didn’t know.

You clear the forest edge and breath heavily, yet, you smack into something. Or someone. You scream and thrash around to get out of their hold, only stopping when looking up, Negan?

“Just wanted to give you one last offer to come back with us,” he looked beyond you to the forest where you had obviously come from. “What were you doing in there?”

“Looking for my mum,” you muttered. “I found her!”

He nodded, “Well, I guess you don’t need us then, where is she?” Before he can stand up, you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, he tenses and looks at Simon who shrugs.

“No! Don’t leave me,” you cried; the realisation of being alone and having no one falling onto you. “Their all gone now.” You cried.

“Stick with me, kid.” Negan sighs, rubbing your back reassuringly. “I’ve got you,” he stands up and hands His baseball bat to Simon before walking to the truck.

(Let me know what you think. I’m still editing, hence why things are a little off and such. I’ll get to my laptop soon (published and formatted from phone) hopefully, the tagging works on my phone, otherwise I’m sorry! My first Negan series, with reader as a child, I’m nervous!-Ro)


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So, if you all are wondering about how on earth this came about, I’m here to tell you the story.

Back in February, at NashCon, I had brought Rich my physical copy of North Beach for him to sign. We were chatting a bit as we usually do and he says “I need to get you a copy of the soundtrack. What’s your next con?” I let him know I would be at Chicago and he said he’d bring it to me there. The last few months, I had been keeping it pretty quiet because I was worried he’d forget and I also didn’t know if he wanted it to be public or if it was just a personal gift.

At my first op, he pulled me to the side and was like “Hey so I know I owe you music but forgot a CD. Do you have a flash drive?” And I was like “uh I can get one. I’ll get it to you today.” So, I hijacked @moonfighter1985 and we went to Walgreens and got back just in time for his autos on Friday. On Saturday, he came over to me right before his autos and gave me the drive explaining that he put a little extra on there, wrote up a little thing, and reminded me that I can share it but not sell it which I reminded him I WOULD NEVER. That night, I uploaded it, Sunday he asked me to tweet him the link, and the rest is history. :)

https://drive.google.com/folderview?id=0BwSx5M-Z4_qFR1cxX0hfMlhqdkE

anonymous asked:

With all the JYPE mess I'm seeing a part of me lowkey wish that Jackson would take his team members with him after their contracts expire lol guess I'll just matrix dodge away from the negativity. I hope the comeback teaser drop soon. I need something to cheer myself up. Also I hope Got7 will receive lots of awards in MAMA. I know MAMA's track record of treating Got7 isn't the best but I still want many awards alright. They deserve good things (give them vacation afterwards please).

They still have many years in their contracts. If their contracts are 7 years long like other JYPE artists’ contracts then they might end in 2021. 15& members’ contracts haven’t ended yet and they debuted back in 2012 (2 years before GOT7). In 2021 the oldest GOT7 member will be 30 years old. Who knows what will they decide to do?

I hope GOT7 can attend MAMAs and have more screentime than during last 2 years. Their performances at year end shows look rushed because they always have little time and have to cut one of the songs. Every year I hope they can get better treatment next year. Last year MBC forgot to upload their performance and MAMAs called them Monsta X and Jackson ‘Jacson’.

The comeback plan should be released at midnight on Sunday (Korean time) if GOT7 are planning a comeback in the first half of October.

New Man - E.D

A/N: I tried something different, a different style of writing. Sorry if you don’t like it. Based off of New Man by Ed Sheeran. 

Warnings: Swearing, maybe a little bit of sadness? I found it hella relatable to write

I heard he spent five hundred pounds on jeans. Goes to the gym at least six times a week

Y/N is now in a relationship. 

Oh Facebook, how I love your completely annoying updates; it’s like you just adore intentionally rubbing it in my face that she moved on. I know she moved on, and I know that I should too and in a way I have; but nobody will ever compare to Y/N. If you knew her, you’d understand. The guy in the photo next to her looks familiar, but I can’t quiet place where I know him from, so it’s justified me clicking on his Facebook page, and on his profile picture to find out. And it’s totally okay that I go through the rest of his past profile pictures, because his current one doesn’t show his features in the best lighting. It’s not stalking; it’s perfectly healthy. I’m just trying to remember where I know him from. After a couple of months worth of photos, it clicked where I remember him from. Gym. I know him from f*cking gym. I remember this douche bag! He walked around bragging about all his ‘successes’ over the weekend, and how much money he earns. Complete and utter a**hole if you ask me, not that you did, but if you did I would tell you.

Wears boat shoes with no socks on his feet. And I heard he’s on a new diet and watches what he eats

He’s the type of guy that you can imagine living at the valley, dancing with a different girl every night and drinking till he’s blind rotten drunk. The type of guy with no self-respect, but a big enough ego to suffocate anyone else who stands in the room with him. But I guess that’s what she wants. Or maybe she’s just completely and utterly blinded by his perfectly styled hair and perfect f*cking wardrobe that she can’t see how toxic he is to everyone around him.

He’s got his eyebrows plucked and his arsehole bleached. Owns every single Ministry CD. Tribal tattoos and he don’t know what it means, but I heard he makes you happy so that’s fine by me

I mean, dude. Like I’m not being petty and I’m not jealous at all because that’s just not my thing, but he has a full sleeve of tribal tats, and he’s the whitest guy you will ever meet. I don’t think he’s stepped a foot outside of the city, let alone belongs to a tribe. Like doesn’t that just scream HEY, RED FLAG OVER HERE? Why are girls into this sh*t, cmon. I swear he goes to the salon more than she does, I mean, his eyebrows are perfectly maintained. Is he gay? Like, I know it’s 2017 and guys can wear makeup and get their eyebrows plucked and sh*t, but still, he has to be gay. But hey, she looks really happy in all these photos so he must be doing something right. Maybe it’s a different story on her Instagram. Hold up, let me check.

But still, I’m just keeping it real, still looking at your Instagram and I’ll be creeping a little. I’ll be trying not to double tap, from way back, cause I know that’s where the troubles at

Well, this isn’t the Instagram theme I remember her having. I mean, it’s been like six or so months so I understand a little change but this? It’s like she’s a completely different person. I used to take photos of her when we went out on dates, when she was eating her pizza and laughing at some ridiculous pun I made, or when we went out on a hike and she was completely oblivious to the camera focused on her beautiful body. But it changed from modest and artsy photos, to bikini shots and modelling lingerie. The girl I knew only saved that for me. But she’s not with me anymore, so maybe her outlook has changed. I know I shouldn’t but I keep scrolling, wondering if she kept up all the photos of us. And as I scroll deeper and deeper into the black hole, I noticed the photos I once took are no longer there. It’s like we never existed, but there’s still one photos left. God, I remember that day.

Flashback

I roll over amongst the tangled sheets to see Y/N curled into a ball, hugging her knees in her dazed sleep. Her hair is all in her face, and her breaths are deep and long. I quietly and slowly slip out from the bed and stumble into the kitchen, making a fresh pot of coffee and turning on the stove whilst I gathered the supplies to make her some of ‘Ethan delights’ breakfast. After a while I tippy toe back into the room as Y/N groans awake at the sound of cutlery clicking against each other. She rubs the sleep from her eyes and sits up gracefully in the bed as a small smile forms gracefully.
“You made me breakfast?” she says softly, her voice still strained.
“For you? No this is for me, you have to go make your own” I say seriously as I plop down next to her and start munching on the toast. She throws a tantrum and grabs the plate from my grasp anyway and starts devouring it with giggles as she swallows it down with some coffee. I don’t think I’ll ever get over her laugh. She finishes it quicker than ever and places the emptied plates on the ground.
“What are you doing?” I raise my eyebrow as she crawls her way over to my lap and cradles me.
“I’m still hungry” she smirks as she leans in and kisses me, her hands running through my hair desperately as she tugs on the ends. God, this girl knows how to drive me insane. I can’t take it anymore, as I flip her over and grind my hips against hers as her legs wrap around my waist, my kisses getting sloppier and hungrier by the second. A sweet moan escapes her precious lips which just sends me over the edge.
“This needs to go now” I instruct as I grip the hem of her shirt and tug it over her head as she giggles.
“Wait here” I halt my actions as I quickly dart over to the bed side cabinet and pull out my phone.
“We are not recording it Ethan, that’s final” she states in a more serious tone, which makes me chuckle.
“I’m not recording you, I’m taking a photo” I laugh.
“Nooooo, I look like a mess babe, no no please don’t” she rushes as she tries to grab the phone out of my hands.
“Trust me” I laugh as she covers her face with her hands, in which I take the perfect photo. In that moment that the photo captured, I’ve never been more in love.

Let me remind you of the days when you used to hold my hand, and when we sipped champagne out of cider cans. I guess if you were Lois Lane, I wasn’t superman. Just a young boy trying to be loved, so let me give it to you

I lost myself in that memory for a little bit, but I’m back now. Petty Ethan, it’s your time to take over! I’m going to upload a little photo of my own, one that only she will know what’s going on. I won’t tag her in it, I know she still follows me and I know she probably forgot to turn her push notifications off because she’s forgetful like that. So, I’ll post the photo she took on my phone of me eating lunch out on one of our famous adventures.
‘Ed Sheerans new song ‘new man’ makes me giggle’ I captioned it. Posted. Done. 

Subtle E – Y/N Well, that was quick. I at least expected an hour before she texted me. 

Not everything is about you, but if the shoe fits – Ethan 

It’s good to see you haven’t changed – Y/N

You loved it once – Ethan

Maybe I still do – Y/N

What does she think she’s doing? There’s no way this is the girl that I once loved. She would never, ever try and get two men at once. But I’m so curious to see how far she’ll take this, to see the person she’s become

Can we call. I miss your voice – Y/N

I don’t wanna know about your new man, cause if it was meant to be. You wouldn’t be calling me up trying to f*ck, cause I’m positive that he don’t wanna know about me.

“Ethan. How have you been”. God, the sound of her voice still makes me weak at the knees. 

“I’ve been great, how have you been” I smile, trying to sound convincing

“Yeah I’ve been better”. She sounds so sad, so heartbroken. No Ethan, be strong! 

“What’s wrong”. F*ck, I gave in. 

“I think we both know”

I don’t wanna know about your new man, we’ll get there eventually. I know you’re missing all this kind of love, but I’m positive that he don’t wanan know about me

“I have to go Y/N. It was nice talking to you”. Click. Hung up. Good bye. But I didn’t feel any closure. Why don’t I feel closure? I shouldn’t look, but she tagged him in a photo, and she must have done that because she wants me to look at his photos, and she thinks I won’t so I’m going to prove her wrong by looking at all of his photos. Every. Single. One.

Your new man rents a house in the burb, and wears a man bag on his shoulder but I call it a purse. Every year he goes to Malaga, with all the fellas, drinks beer but has a six pack, I’m kind of jealous

You’re kidding me. Does he have to boast about every single little accomplishment in his life? We get it, you’re a business man and you’re rich. Get the f*ck over it. Seriously, what is that? DOES HE HAVE A PURSE! Oh my god, he owns a purse. How is she into him? Are we all sure he’s not gay, he’s getting stereotypically gayer by the second. This must be photo-shopped, there’s no way he drinks that much and still has that body definition. Like that’s just not possible, beer makes you fat everyone knows it. Where even is Malaga?

He wears sunglasses indoors in winter at nighttime, and every time a rap song comes on he makes a gun sign. Says Chune, boydem light up the room

Okay he’s definitely gay. Wait nope, just a douche bag, never mind. What’s the point in wearing glasses at nighttime, inside, with that outfit? Really? Are you high? What are you hiding? And why is he doing a gun sign? Does he think that’s cool? He’s going to get beaten up one day, and I’m going to take a photo and upload it and educate children on what not to do.

But enough about him girl, let’s talk about you

Okay breathe Ethan. He has nothing to do with this situation. We broke up for a reason, and that reason is undeniable. It happened, it’s time to get over it. But I will always love her, regardless of what we go through, she was and will always mean the absolute world to me. What’s happening to her?

You were the type of girl that sat beside the water reading. Eating a packet of crisps but you will never find you cheating. Now you’re eating kale, hitting the gym, keeping up with Kylie and Kim in the back of club kissing a boy that ain’t him

“Hey Grayson”. Grayson will know what’s going on. He knows everything

“Hey E, what’s up?” there was rustling in the background. 

“Have you heard from her?”

“I thought you got over that”

“Grayson”

“Ethan”

“Oh common dude, I’m worried about her. She called me and she sounded so upset. Is it him?”

“She’s fine I think. I just don’t think she’s herself anymore”. His voice cracked. That’s never a good sign.

“What do you mean”

“She’s not the same girl we used to know”

“Explain” He sighed on the other end. 

“I think she just wants to be alone but she gets lonely. I don’t think they’re that serious. I don’t think she ever really got over you”. Bingo, that’s all I needed to know

“Thanks man, talk later”. Click. Hung up. I still have her contact in my phone.

“Y/N. What’s going on” I say slower this time. I hear her sniffle on the other end.

“I don’t know Ethan. I just know that I’m going out of my mind” she cracks. She’s breaking. I can’t hear this. 

“It’s okay babe, just breathe”. Holy sh*t I should have not said babe. Red flag. 

“I just feel so broken, like I can’t stand on my own two feet and I really want to but I just don’t know how”, my girl should not be feeling like this. Oh wait, she’s not my girl. Second red flag. 

“Y/N, get him out of your life. Stop getting with random boys and seeking validation in men. You deserve better than that. Start loving yourself before you love someone else okay. He’s not right for you, and no one will be until you help yourself. If you need me, you know where to find me but I hope you take my advice” Click. Hung up. What did I just do

Ok you need to be alone, and if you wanna talk about it you can call my phone. I just thought that I would tell you cause you ougtha know. You’re still a young girl trying to be loved

I guess I should probably analyze and evaluate why we broke up right? We’ve known each other since, well, for as long as I can remember. She was the girl that lived down the street and ran for the bus because she was always late. A little girl with two piggy-tails that I used to pull on during math class. And one day that little girl missed the bus, and little Ethan was confused as to why. A part of me missed seeing her running alongside the yellow vehicle and wailing her arms around like a clown trying to get the driver to hit the breaks. You’d think after a couple of months he’d realize to wait a little longer, but no. The next day she didn’t turn up, or the day after that either. So I had no choice? I put on my detective hat and marched my little legs down the street and knocked shyly on her door. I remember distinctively a tall blonde lady opening the door with a sweet smile and kind eyes.
“Hello, what can I do for you?” she said, a warm smile welcoming me.

“Can I see Y/N?”. Her eyes went wide and as shock filled her body.

“Y/N has a friend?”. She was loved by everyone, even at the age of 6, she was just so quiet that everyone left her to herself. But we all noticed the girl in the pink dress with two piggy tails. 

“Yeah, can I see her please mam?” 

“Sure, she’s upstairs to the left” she practically bounced. I remember running up the stairs like I did in my own house, except I wasn’t yelled at it in this home. When I opened the door I was shocked to see her with her hair out, eyes puffy and nose red. 

“Y/N?”. She jumped at my voice. 

“Hello?” her voice croaked. 

“Why aren’t you running for the bus anymore?”

“I didn’t want to run”

“Why?”

“Because”

“Because why”

“Because I don’t want to go to school”

“Why”

“Because!”

“But why?”

“God you’re annoying”

“That’s rude!” It was really rude honestly. Gosh

“It’s true”

“Why don’t you want to go to school”

“Because nobody likes me there” she stopped. 

“I do”

“You do?”

“I do”.

And from that day on, I told the bus driver to stop as she ran down the street. Soon enough the girl with piggy-tails grew into her fluffy hair and learned to speak. Her voice became so loud and so strong, but I’ll never forget how quiet she used to be. I grew up with her, and one day the cute girl became the beautiful girl with curves and long eyelashes and my little hormonal horny boyhood couldn’t stop myself. 

“I think I love you”

“God you’re weird E” she giggled as she slapped my arm and collapsed on my couch. 

“I’m serious”

So from that day on, she was mine and no one else could have her. We dated for, god, how long was it. I guessed I stopped counting the years after the fourth. But when you grow up with someone for that long, you kind of become dependent on them. I didn’t mean to put her in the shadows, and I didn’t mean to control what she did. I didn’t do it intentionally, but she just became so shy again that I had too. I guess she lost herself through loving me, and when the years clicked on, she forgot how to be her. She wasn’t Y/N, no she was Ethan’s girlfriend, and she lost her identity and with her identity, she lost herself. Nothing I could do could fix it. I couldn’t fix her. F*ck I tried, but nothing I could do could make her happy. She couldn’t love me anymore because she’d forgotten how to love herself. So, I did what I had too, and I told her to end it. She had to end it because god knows I’m not strong enough to do it. So she did, and here we are. Six months later when my family still asks how she’s going, and my great grandma still asks why she isn’t bringing sun flowers on our famous Sunday brunches. She was a part of the family, so it wasn’t just me who lost her. My mother lost a daughter to take shopping and drink tea with. My brother lost his best friend. My sister lost her soul mate. My father lost his drinking buddy. We were all mourning. We all missed the girl with two piggy-tails. But she needed this, she needed to find herself again. I just wish she didn’t have to find herself through him.

Baby, I’m not trying to ruin your week, but you act so differently. When you’re with him I know you’re lonely. Please remember you’re still free to make the choice and leave, and don’t call me up, you need to show me

I love you Y/N, you know I always will. I will never stop loving you, no matter how hard I try. I know you need to do this to find yourself, and I know you need to grow up and stand on your own two feet. I know that you’re going through hell and back right now, and f*ck, I know that you don’t think you’re good enough for anything or anyone.  If you want me to wait, you know I’ll wait centuries because nobody will ever compare to the girl that chased the bus down. Nobody will ever compare to you. But I just want you to know that you have so many people who love you and cherish you. My whole family still ask how you are. I don’t think anyone really understands why you left, but they still love you and support you regardless of what you do. I know it’s hard for you to do this, and I want to be here for you but you need to be there for yourself. So do that. Go do that art class you always wanted to do but never had the time for. Quit that terrible job you hate, it makes you miserable anyway. Do what you’ve always wanted to but were far too scared to. It’s time you started living again babe. If you need me, I will always be here. I love you forever – Ethan.

I need you. Ethan I need you by my side. I get that I need to stand on my own two feet, but how can I be me when my whole life you’ve been the biggest part of who I am. Yes, I’m my own person, and I get that now. I know I need to make a name for myself and stop living in the shadows, but I can do that with you. I can’t keep doing this anymore, I need you. I love you Ethan, please, come back to me – Y/N

I’m on my way - Ethan

I guess her new man doesn’t compare well to me. 

i almost forgot to upload this aaaah

One of our amazing community members, @adorkwithhats created us this awesome banner to remind everyone when pages will return and to officially close out the release summer!

So, this is me, officially closing it out.


I have said it a hundred times before, but I’ll say it again. You all have utterly blown my mind with your response to this comic over this summer. For the new followers who may not know, this idea first sparked in May of 2016, and I spent the next 12 months obsessively and secretly developing the story into what it is today. Over all, the main story arch has undergone three or four major overhauls, and the bits and pieces in between have been rewritten, reworked, and resurrected countless times. This comic was constantly consuming at least 20% of my brain power over that year, and absolutely no one else knew it existed. It’s only after I got my trackpad in the fall of last year did I realize that this comic was actually going to become a thing, a dream I have had since childhood.

Pages started May of 2017, and when the follows and notes start coming in, I was totally unprepared for the realization that I was finally sharing this story with the world, and they loved it. I met Mod very early in the summer, and she and I are still inseparable today. In fact, I don’t think it was until halfway through the summer, after receiving some phenomenal fanart, befriending a lot of you, and getting my first glimpse at how big the community had gotten, that the full gravity of everything that was happening really hit me, and I really began to wrap my head around the fact that this story is out there, and people loved it almost as much as I did. I say “began to,” because I am still constantly and consistently blown away with the response to these pages, and it’s incredibly moving and inspiring. Every single one of you, whether you are among the first followers, one of the newest, or joined somewhere in the middle, have been a huge source of motivation and inspiration to me, so I thank you. I thank you for helping my dream start to become a reality; I thank you for introducing yourselves to me and becoming my friends; I thank you for bringing Mod and I together, and for giving me endless opportunities to step outside my own comfort zone, to build relationships, strengthen my art skills, and develop this spectacular and amazing family of almost 500, just in 5 short months.

Mod and I are not going anywhere. We have tons of fun stuff to help us all survive page hiatus, and lots of exciting plans for the community for the future. Until then, just know that we love you all, we appreciate you all, and you all make the stress, hard-work, and long work days that this comic required completely and totally worth it.

With love and best wishes, officially ending summer uploads, and looking forward to exciting new plans for the future,

- Administrator and Moderator

I forgot that I usually don’t draw the form that I drew for the normal daily, so I guess that Orange/No Drive Genesect is the first one of these that I’ve drawn and uploaded twice. Anyway, there’s a Pokémon with a Famicom disk in its back and I appreciate that.

I’ve been having a lot of ups and downs lately, culminating in today, where something really awful happened to me like two hours before something really good happened.

I’m just gonna write a stream of conscious bullet point list about what was awesome about “Ready Player 3” before I start forgetting about it.

* we got to play mario party with the grumps (!)

* I got to fail at high-fiving Dan

* they brought up random peeps for the mini games and they got hugs from everyone on stage (I’m not at all jealous *cough*)

* they asked random questions of the people they brought up. One of the exchanges went like this

Arin: “ what’s the best Italian dish?”

Lady representing our team: “are you Italian?”

Arin: “yes I am”

Lady: “then it’s you”

Our team: *STANDING FUCKING OVATION*

Arin: *after a full minute of being flustered* “I HAVE A WIFE!”

* Dan led the other team in a “fuck you arin” chant to level the playing field

* he also did a full lap of the stage while giving arin the finger

* arin won a mini game (!!!)

* he also did some fucking awesome rolls for both teams ( he handled the dice rolling for us and netted the opposite team 20 stars in one roll. I don’t know a lot about mario party but that felt pretty fucking spectacular even if it was bad for us )

* our team won ( LONG LIVE YOSHI )

* we then got 30 minutes of q&a which was kicked off by a fan doing a joke yoda at dan

* arin announced the attempt was only 50% good, so he did one of his own in retaliation. Dan was not pleased

* the fan who came to Sweden from Canada to see the grumps

* Dan doing a literal spit-take at the above fan

* Dan sitting half a mile away from the other two for much of the q&a cause he figured they’d spread out and talk to different sections of the audience but he was the only one doing it so he just looked like a loser

* dan realising the above thing

* jack and arin taking their chairs and sitting down on either side of dan in support

* all three committing to moving around the stage randomly afterwards which somehow ended up with Dan being on the floor UNDER his chair on stage, arin sitting crosslegged off the stage, and jack hanging out as far as he possibly could be from the other two

* Dan responding to a fan about depression and suicide while being under his chair

* arin lampshading the above and pointing out how fucking bizarre it was

* the amount of love and support showed by the audience to the people who spoke about their depression or suffering during the q&a

* finding out making the next star bomb album is on the docket when the guys get back to the states

* Dan getting a massive cheering response when he asked whether we wanted NSP to tour in europe

* Dan and arin performed the first verse and chorus of “hero of rhyme” before they left the stage


Feel free to add more to this list if you were there and think I forgot something

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♥BetoMotsu♥ standees during SunFes last Friday(9/8/17) and other random photos during the event☆

It was so fun! The best thing happened was I am able to talk and thank Tsuchibayashi-san(ClassicaLoid character designer) personally! He bring his sketchbooks and I was able to hold on to those, and it’s so awesomeTvT one of best experience! I forgot the name but also to the musik outfit designer♪

Newey, as I have posted before Dvorak will be voiced by Suwabe-san, and S2 will have 25 episodes! I’ll write down more stuff that was announced as much as I remember w

- MusikColle 4, 5 and 6 are decided! 4’s design was revealed to us, they won’t upload the jacket for now. The design have Chopin, Liszt and Schubert on it! I draw a lazy doodle of itww(last photo). Buying the CD will come with a freebie with the midnight BetoMotsu design♥♥♥♥♥♥

- Nishikawa Takanori from TM Revolution will sing Beto’s musik! I love TM Revo so this is really a good news for me♥ AAAAAA Hotei-san x T.M. Revolution collab???!♥

- the reason why Dvorak’s a hippo? It’s not something deepww Fujita director loves hippo, he just want his fave animal to be in his anime. Yeah that’s it www same goes to Hasshie! For those who still don’t know, Hasshie’s name is from Hashibiroko meaning shoebill.

- Umahiki director was the one who choose Suwabe to be Dvorak. They didn’t say if he went under audition for the role unlike Ishida-san tho. There was an obvious reason why the director choose him. Just watch ep. 1 and you’ll know it♪(unless you’re not a seiyuu-baka prolly won’t get itww)

- Suwabe-san sent us voice message with a sample voice for Dvorak!

-they gave away random stickers and I got my Mocchun♥♥♥ so lucky! They mentioned they are gonna giveaway those stickers more in diff kinds of promo/fairs/events, hoping I can get Beto by that time and my BetoMotsu is complete♡

-Next event on Oct. will have the 2nd batch of stickers(ChoLiSchu). Gonna attend!☆ Maou will descend!

Well there are still more stuff they announced and talk about like the chara designing, the musiks for S2, the production and etc. They revealed the visual but unfortunately no PV for it. But it’s ok, we only need to wait less than a month! Or I can still hope they’ll show us during the event on Oct. 6 ww(I’m actually wishing they’ll air ep1 of S2 during the eventX9).

ClassicaLoid S2 will start on Oct. 7! Waiting for more events and merch announcements♪

Forgot to upload part of the finished drawing you can see the full view on my patreon. There is a mango tree in my dads backyard and the birds keep eating them before I can notice they are ready. Today was one of those days a mango would have been refreshing its so humid and hot 😩
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#mango # #tropicalfruit #mangotree #dailyillustration #illustrationdaily #mycreativebiz #puertorico #instaart

LOL[Part1]-Miniminter FF

Word count:1k words The same routine takes place again leaving me shattered lying on my sofa eating Ben and Jerry brownie chunk out the tub. I finished watching love island and surf through the channel landing on some reruns of family guy but not paying much attention as I decide to pick up my phone which was a mistake. All over Twitter people were talking about my recent break up with my boyfriend Luke. We was what everyone would call ‘couple goals’, 3 years we spent sharing our precious moments over our YouTube channels. Mine accompanied by make up tutorials, lifestyle videos and collabs with my friends. His having games and stupid videos of him messing around with his dick head friends. They was mostly the reason we broke up, that and his bitch of an ex girlfriend Stacey. We ended up having a mutual breakup not bothering to make a big deal of it but our ‘fans’ had a different idea and haven’t stop talking about it on all social media for the past 5 days. I’ve had multiple friends and fellow YouTubers coming round checking if I’m  okay making sure I don’t do anything stupid.
What’s the worst I can do, at this moment of time I just want a break from boys and focus on my job, youtube. I decide to not post anything about the break up as it’s not fair on Luke and I don’t want any drama channels coming for me.
Anyway thats enough of that and need to get my mind off of that depressing thought of being lonley so I decide to do a live stream and hope no one asks the questions. I set up my laptop in the place where I usually place my camera to record my videos and place my bum on my desk chair infront of the laptop, I announce that Im starting my live stream in twitter and snapchat before hitting the live botton on my YouTube channel. Instantly some of my 5 milion subscribers start watching, I wait for a couple of minutes before doing my normal introduction.
“Hey guys Katie here and tonight I am here to do a live stream for you so if you want me to talk about anything in particular just tweet me it or put it in the chat and we can get this live stream going.” I say to the laptop and instantly my mood starts to pick up with the feeling of lonliness slipping away and the positive comments bringing the warm feeling of love from my veiwers making me feel happy. I turn around in my chair and grab my phone from my bed it opening straight onto twitter. Tweets start flooding in and I answer a couple of the little ones about how I am when my next video is going to be uploaded and what its about. A couple of my Youtube friends ask says some inside jokes or ask when we can meet up.
@Miniminter: @Kitkat when r we gonna meet
60 retweets, 144 likes
This one catches my eye as I have never spoken to simon before, atleast I think thats what his name is. I have done a collab with JJ and he talked about the ‘Sidemen’ I looked them up and watched a couple of their video’s after meeting him. they seemed funny but I just forgot about them until simons user poped up and refreshed my memory.
“Simon I would love to meet you and get to know you. Hopefully you are not as crazy as JJ when I first met him” I say with a little giggle at the end remembering when JJ shouted in Nando when we got food together.
@KSIOlajidebt:I wasnt that crazy what you on about @kitkat
108 retweets, 20k likes
“JJ you litterally shouted in Nandos that you had a big dick and the whole restrant went silent that makes you crazy!” I exclaim letting everyone on the live stream know one of the most embarassing moments of my life. The chat blows up with crying laughing enojis and #JJhasabiddick. “Guys dont get that hashtag going JJ’s ego will just get even bigger and i think we can all agree that we dont want that.”
@KSIOlajidebt: @Kitkat I will repay you with another nandos and you can meet @Miniminter #JJhasabiddick.
200 retweets, 20.8 likes
“Ill go nandos with you JJ if you dont embarass me again and you pay” I say to the laptop giving JJ his reply and check through the chat on the live stream. My phone signals and new tweet and I check it finding it to be from simon.
@Miniminter: @KSIOlajidebt, @Kitkat its true that #JJhasabigdick and im up for Nandos if JJ is paying.
“Simon how do you know the size of JJ’s dick, actually I dont think I even want to know” I chuckle instantly regretting the question as soon as it came out of my mouth.
After a couple of more hours of bantering on the live stream I am about to end it but see a comment about Luke. Just ignoring it end the stream before I break down in tears or say something I would regret. Tired and drained I shut down my laptop and check that everything is turned of before setting my alarm taking of the layers of make up I wear to reveal my horrible acne skin which I hate and cover up, I climb into bed and switch of my lap. I pull the cover up over my neck and look out my window to the night veiw of london, the flashing lights, planes flying over every 10 minutes and the cars on the busy street down below. After a while I let my eyes shut and sleep taking over my body drifting into a deep sleep.

Originally posted by ohsidemen

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I can’t believe that after all this time, I forgot to upload this illustration! It’s Mr. Tumnus and Lucy Pevensie from one of the most charming books of my childhood – The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe!

So I was just scrolling through the photos on my phone and I totally forgot to upload this one that was taken on the first Thunderbirds Day on the 30th September 2017 at the Leicester Square Vue cinema, just before my husband, friend and I headed in to see the special viewing.

Can’t wait to break this cosplay out with the full, improved and modified version at MCM London at the end of the month! <3

F.A.B. <3

The Walkers pt 4

Forgot I hadn’t uploaded this on Tumblr, sorry!

Fourth installment of ‘The Walkers’, the story of Ullrae and Beorn!

part 1                part 2                part 3                part 4

word count: 4.6k

At first, he sees only one sentence. I am not coming back. He feels numb, sits for hours staring at those words. They make him a failure, more than anything else she could have said, more than running away in the first place. The first duty of a Scildere is to protect those who are weaker, those who are in his care. Papa’s words resound in his head, spoken centuries before, but still remembered with clarity by the man who was once a small boy called Hwelpan, sitting on his Mama’s lap as Papa explained the rules of the Clan’s life.

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