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Hello! I’m opening fullbody - commissions! If you’re interested, down below is info on how to get started!

I need you to fill out a form:

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This is also my email address, so please send the form to me as an email.

☆ What I will do:

Fanart, Anthropomorphized Characters / Kemonomimi, Couples (Hetero/Homosexual), Animals, NSFW (must be over 18 to purchase those haha;; ).

What I won’t do:

Mecha, Portrait, Gore or art of real people without their consent.

(you can ask me if you think of something I have not listed here and I will tell you if I can draw it)

I will start working on a piece after I receive payment  ╰( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )つ──☆*:・゚

(if you wish to not commission me, reblogging this would help also! (°◡°♡) )

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2.15.17 // Sick and reminiscing about sunnier, happy days (aka ski trip a couple weekends ago). February is turning out to be wonderful ❄️✨

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Ok guys, so I hate that I’m gonna have to make this post but I really need help.

i just discovered this morning, just as i was headed to work, that i’d been laid off. I was working two jobs to supplement my living expenses, but as you can guess, losing my second job is gonna make not being homeless difficult. I don’t know what else to do, i’m scrambling to find a second job, but until then i’m just kind of pissing in the wind. 

The only thing i can think to do is open commissions and hope I get some takers until I’m employed again.

All transactions will he conducted using paypal. (Assuming I get any)

**PLEASE NOTE–this is not meant to guilt anyone into helping me, this isn’t meant to make anyone feel bad. If you don’t have money, that’s fine!!! Even if you do, and you don’t feel like my work is for you, that’s also fine, please just understand im trying to keep my head above water. **

A reblog would do wonders; spreading the word would make all the world to me.

If you’re interested, please tell me what you’d like and provide references.

***I am open to NSFW, but it will not be posted on this blog, and I do have boundaries I will not cross. That said, lets get on with it. I’m sorry this price sheet is so slap dash, but I’ve had no time to prepare anything.***

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Cheers.

Things I adore about the Lego Batman Movie

- Batman talking during the opening logos. What other comedy movie had done that??? Please tell me.

- Michael Jackson

- Batman and The Joker holy FRiCKk

- Boss female characters (more specifically Barbara)

- Cute lil baby Robin

- Father and son bonding

- Awesome music

- Superman and his crew

- The “two dads” thing

- BATMAN AND BATGIRL DON’T GET ROMANTIC?! What?! Good shit.

- Alfred!? (“you just got union jacked”)

- The beat boxing

- All the references to other movies especially the villains

- Impeccable humor (clever as hell)

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Owosa’s  commissions OPEN Σ(Д)!?

I’ve never done this before so please be patient with me. I’m going to take 5 slots to start but if I happen to get a lot of interest maybe I’ll open more.

Reblogs are very much appreciated!

CAN’T DRAW: -anything that makes me uncomfortable -nsfw (extreme gore/extreme nudity/fetishes) -mecha -heavy armor

*Other themes are open to discuss.

  • - PAYPAL ONLY
  • -Once payment is received (after i send a sketch), i’ll start working on it.
  • -The drawing is still mine, I will use it for portfolio and show my art, crediting the oc as yours, you can personally do whatever you want with the drawing, but NOT erase the signature.
  • - Commissioned work may not be used commercially unless discussed
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*Please do not use tumblr to message me for a commission. (it might get lost)

If you are interested, please fill out this form and email it to owosalarawrs@gmail.com

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I Will Personally Put You In This Morgue! (Sherlock)

Request: Sherlock x reader. The reader has a prosthetic leg. Anderson calls her a freak 

Warning(s): prosthetic leg (obviously, if that even is a warning), slight language, insults 

Word Count: 1,589 (geez) 

Reader Gender: Female (if this was supposed to be male/nonbinary PLEASE TELL ME AND I WILL FIX IT) 

Authors Note: SO SO SO SORRY ON HOW LATE THIS IS! I’ve had a lot of schoolwork and I’ve been out, but here it is. It was also a little challenging to write so I hope I did it correctly. I hope you like this, anon. :) Personally I can’t stand Anderson so I love this. 

Another Authors Note: This takes place in “The Great Game” (s1e3) for reference. I tried to get it as close as possible, but I did have to change it up some for the request. :) 

“He’s not gay! Why do you have to spoil-he’s not!”

That’s what I hear as I step into the room. I see Molly standing at the end of a table. Sherlock is at the other end looking into a microscope, with John behind him. I had been outside of the building talking to Lestrade about the case, when John texted me, telling me to come in. Apparently, he had done that so that he would not be alone when this argument went down. Really, I had to walk all the way down here for this? 

“With that level of personal grooming?” Sherlock says, snorting. It comes off as a question, but I know he doesn’t mean it that way. He looks up from the microscope, and glances at me. His hand moves to gesture toward an empty chair, and I accept gratefully. I hope I’m not blushing too much at him helping me. 

“Because he puts a bit of product in his hair?” John asks, “I put product in my hair.” I giggle at how offended he looks. 

“You wash your hair,” Sherlock responds, “there’s a difference.” He turns to Molly. “No,no - tinted eyelashes; clear signs of taurine cream around the frown lines; those tired clubber’s eyes. Then there’s his underwear.” 

“His underwear?” Molly looks dumbfounded, raising her eyebrows as she speaks. I look at him too, wondering where he’s going with this. 

”Visible above the waistline – very visible; very particular brand,” He says, leaning toward the Petri dishes. He pulls out a slip of paper, then says: 

“That, plus the extremely suggestive fact that he just left his number under this dish her…and I’d say you’d better break it off now and save yourself the pain.” Damn. At least he’s thorough. Molly runs out of the room, and I turn to Sherlock. 

“Charming,” I say, rolling my eyes. Even though they’re blunt, I think it’s amazing how he is able to make his deductions. But, people get hurt sometimes. He looks over his shoulder at me. 

“Isn’t it kinder to save her the time?” He asks, and I shake my head. He shrugs and looks over to John. He points to the shoes, the actual case itself. 

“Off you go,” he says to John. The man looks surprised, but picks up the shoes to attempt to get as much information as possible. Sherlock gets up, walks over, and sits down next to me. 

“I still don’t quite understand how you manage to walk so well on that leg,” he says. His voice is slow, as if he’s trying not to offend me. Strange, I think, with others he wouldn’t care. I look over at him and shrug. 

“I’ve gotten used to it,” I say as I place my hand on the prosthetic. As I do, my mind goes back to the accident. Riding in the taxi, when another car runs into the side. My leg pinned, people trying to get me out, but I couldn’t. The pain, the excruciating pain all in my leg. When people finally got me out and got me to the hospital, only to be told I’d have to lose my leg. The grief that followed. 

A hand on my shoulder brings me back to reality. I look to see Sherlock looking at me. Maybe I’m imagining it, but I swear I saw concern all over his face. As I start to say something, the door opens. In walks Lestrade and the rest of the team, including the irritating Anderson. 

“Find anything?” Lestrade asks. He looks at John, but we all know the question is for any of us. Sherlock jumps up and walks to John. 

“Tell me what you’ve found, doctor,” Sherlock says. John starts rattling off different things to do with the shoes. I get up to go look at the Petri dish still under the microscope’s eye. As I walk over, I can feel eyes on me. People always look at me strangely, due to the way I walk, so it doesn’t faze me much. I sit down at the microscope and look into it, only for someone pull on my wrist. I look over, annoyed at being drawn away from the case, and see Anderson.

Stupid prick. I roll my eyes and pull my arm out of his grasp. When I head for the microscope, he pulls it away from me. Reaching to grab it, I step off of the stool. Thanks to my prosthetic, however, I lose my balance and have to grab onto the counter to stay upright. He smirks at me, then gets up in my face.

 “You’re pathetic, Y/N,” he sneers, “and a freak. You can’t do anything on your own. You think you’re smart but you’re as smart as a rock. Why don’t you do us a favor and hobble out of here, and let the professionals handle this?” I sit there, shocked into silence. The words cut through me like razors, and I fight back tears. 

Then, I hear a calm, but deadly voice. 

“John, take Y/N out please,” Sherlock says. “Everyone else out, except for Anderson.” I see Lestrade start to protest, but after seeing the look in his eyes, stays quiet. John walks over to me, and offers his arm. I accept, and he doesn’t complain when I put a lot of weight on him. He knows what Anderson said, and he understands that it hurt. Once we get out, I head to a bench. I sit down and put my face in my hands. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Then, I jump as I feel an arm around me. 

“Sorry,” John moves his arm. I shake my head. 

“It’s okay, just wasn’t expecting it,” I respond, “some comfort would be nice at the moment, actually.” He puts his arm back around me, and I lean in. Then, the yelling starts. 

“ANDERSON, YOU INCOMPETENT, UNINTELLIGENT, IMBECILE! YOU CALL HER PATHETIC, YET YOU PAY WOMEN TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU! ALSO, DON’T YOU DARE SAY SHE CAN’T DO ANYTHING ON HER OWN!” There’s a pause, and I hear a fist connect with a stomach repeatedly. “YOU CANNOT EVEN MAKE A SANDWICH WITHOUT HELP! AND YOU WANT TO QUESTION HER INTELLIGENCE? SHE HAS MORE INTELLIGENCE IN HALF A BRAIN CELL THAN YOU WILL EVER HAVE!” Another pause. Someone is probably getting punched again. “ANDERSON, YOU ARE THE MOST WORTHLESS SCUM ON THE PLANET, CALLING THIS ASTOUNDING GIRL A FREAK! IF YOU EVER TRY TO TEAR HER DOWN AGAIN, I WILL PERSONALLY PUT YOU IN THIS MORGUE!”

I stare in disbelief at John. His eyes are wide, and he stands up. I realize then that my face has gotten hot. I stand up, being careful this time as to not lose my footing. Lestrade comes over to me, and places a hand on my back to guide me to the door of the room. He leans down towards my ear. 

“Just so you know, this means Sherlock likes you,” he whispers. I look at him, not knowing what to say. He sighs, then whispers: “That means you should ask him to dinner, then.” 

I open my mouth but once again say nothing, being met with a smirk by John. He knew this entire time, I think. We walk back into the morgue to see Anderson on the floor, unconscious. There’s blood on his face, from being hit by Sherlock. I look over at where he is sitting. I see something different in his eyes, something I’ve never seen before. John goes to him and whispers something to Sherlock. After, he motions for everyone to leave. As I start to walk out, John puts his hand on my shoulder. 

“Not you,” he says, smiling softly. He leaves, and I turn back to Sherlock. He looks back at me, then at his hands. They’re covered in blood. I walk to a sink in the corner of the morgue, and wet a cloth. Sitting down next to him, I put the cloth over his knuckles and hold it. He looks at me. 

“Thank you, Y/N,” he says quietly. I smile a little. 

“No, thank you, Sherlock,” I reply, “for defending me. You didn’t have to.” 

“That pig deserved every bit of it,” he responds quickly. “Besides, you should never have to hear all of those lies.” I feel my face heat up again. 

“Lestrade said I should buy you dinner to thank you,” I proceed cautiously.

“That would be lovely,” he says. I look at him to say something else, then notice that I’m only a few inches away from his face. Sherlock sees it the same time I do, and I know he can tell what I’m thinking. Yet, I’m still surprised when he leans in. I close my eyes, and our lips meet. The kiss is light, as if he’s afraid he will scare me off. Yet, there’s so much there, the sense that he deeply cares for me, but in a different form than how he cares for John. 

When we pull away, we sit there for a moment. Then, Sherlock starts to smile, and I start to laugh a little. He takes the cloth and throws it across the room. Instead of an arm, he offers his hand to me. I take it, and we walk over Anderson and out of the room. As we step out of the building, all I can think is, I can’t believe I just kissed Sherlock in a morgue, and my leg didn’t get in the way.

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Hey! So I made an updated commissions post because the old one was art from a while ago. My contact email is iotademon@gmail.com please feel free to contact me there or on here for any questions.

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RFA HEADCANONS: Your First Fight~

I DELETED THE ANONYMOUS PERSONA QUESTION ON ACCIDENT I HATE MY LI- okay. Ima just paste what I have.

(Aha! Yes, thank you for the request. I haven’t done this yet, simply because I’m still new on tumblr :) there isn’t much I have done, really.

So, thank you again! Means so much to me <3 hope you like it.)

(OKAY SO I FINISHED THIS AND I REALIZED; CRAP IVE NEVER DONE A FIGHT THING LIKE THIS?? Plus I got tired. T_T Lmao, I’m sorry. These are kinda bad.)

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Yoosung:

While he was playing LOLOL, you decided you would get a head start on your homework.

Well, you haven’t really been paying attention to the lessons.

You knew nothing.

You probably sat there in silence for a good hour or so, before you just lost it.

Getting frustrated, you slammed your book shut, sliding it on the floor.

This gained Yoosung’s attention, so he quickly rushed over to you.

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?”

“I CANT DO THIS SHIT.”

He’d get really scared because oh my god? You were screaming at him? What is he supposed to do?

“Oh..! Uhm..I can help you!”

“YOU CANT EVEN KEEP UP WITH YOUR OWN DAMN HOMEWORK, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE.”

This..ohh, this was harsh.

You were too caught up in the moment to realize what you had said.

He started to tear up, but he tried brushing it off, just wanting to help you.

Still, he’d try to raise his voice..but just can’t??

“I didn’t know you felt that way, (Y/N).”

You looked over and saw the tears, and fELT SO GUILTY, P R O T E C T H I M.

“Wait..Yoosung, no..”

He’d probably try smiling, reassuring you that it was okay.

He legit picks you up, place you on the bed, and will just hold you in his arms for a while.

Then, once you’ve calmed down completely, he will actually help you with your homework.

~~

707:

Seven hadn’t spoken a single word to you all day. It was really starting to get on your nerves, but still, you tried to get him to speak.

He was trying hard to ignore you at this point, wanting to talk to you..but, he just didn’t want to continue getting close. He was scared of hurting you, really.

He would get up from his chair, going over to grab another bag of honey Buddha.

This is when you’d make your move.

You’d go up, and slap his ass playfully, just trying to get him to laugh, or make a remark..or something.

But he actually pretends to get all mad?

“Stop acting like a child, (Y/N).”

You’d feel a little hurt at this, because normally he was fine with it? So???

You’d raise your voice.

“Child? Luciel. You have been ignoring me ALL THE DAMN DAY? AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CALL ME THE CHILD?”

At this point, you would start tearing up a little bit.

He was fine with the yelling. He wanted you to get mad. He wanted you to realize that he was a terrible person, and that he didn’t deserve you.

But when you start crying?

His heart breaks.

He instantly regrets trying to ignore you, realizing that maybe it would be fine if the two of you were together.

He goes up, giving you a big hug.

“God.. (Y/N)..I’m sorry. It’s just..been a rough day, that’s all. I love you.”

“..I love you, too, Seven.”

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Zen:

The two of you were going on a date tonight.

Of course, it was really starting to dwell on you…that he is perfect. He’s handsome, and talented..and you’re just over here looking like a classy potato?

“(Y/N)! YOU’VE BEEN UP THERE FOR AN HOUR. ARE YOU COMING?”

He literally comes up there, just to see what the hell you’ve been doing this whole time.

You’re in there, trying to look perfect, but to you..it just wasn’t working out.

“(Y/N). You look beautiful as always, come on. It’s just another date.”

“Just another date?! What do you mean just another date?”

He’d widen his eyes, like ‘o shit, no.’

“(Y/N). You know that isn’t what I meant..”

“Then what did you mean, Zen? What is it? Dammit, can’t you just see I’m trying be worthy of you?! And you don’t even care?”

At this point, he gets pretty mad at what you’re saying.

To him, you are perfect? So?? The hell?

“Stop acting like that, (Y/N). You know damn well you’re worthy of me. If anything, we are deserving of each other. You. Are. Perfect. I will never get tired of you. I. Love. You. Can’t you wrap your cute mind around that fact?!”

Of course, he called you cute while trying to win.

And it worked.

You couldn’t stay mad much longer. In fact, you were never mad at him to begin with.

You say your apologies, and go on your date~

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Jaehee:

She never came home.

After a long day at work, you were ready to cuddle your beautiful girlfriend..but where she at, tho??

You were frustrated enough, and knowing that she was just over working herself again was enough to make it worse.

So, you had to drive all the way to her work place.

SHE IS SO TIRED, YOU CAN JUST SEE IT ALL OVER HER FACE?

“Jaehee. You never even called to tell me you were going to be late! I’m worried about you. Come home..you can fi-”

“(Y/N). I am busy. Leave me alone, please.”

MCSCUSE ME? (Reference. Ha.)

“What? Jaehee. I can tell yo-”

“I said leave me alone.”

You feel tears well up in your eyes, and you don’t know what to do, so..you just run out.

She quickly realizes her mistake, and instantly gets up, and runs after you.

“(Y/N)! Wait!”

“…what..”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap.”

“Jaehe-”

“No, it’s okay. Let’s just..go home.”

~~

Jumin:


You had broken Elizabeth 3rd’s collar whole trying to get it off. It was an accident, but Jumin didn’t see it that way.

“Jumin. I said I’m sorry, okay? I’ll buy her a new one!”

“(Y/N), you know damn well I can afford one myself. I don’t care about replacing it. She’s had that collar forever! It must have meant a lot to her..”

“Exactly. It was old. The part probably wasn’t in good shape, an-”

“Jaehee never had a problem with it.”

You would feel your blood boil at this.

“Then why don’t you date Jaehee, then?”

“Idiot..you know that’s not what I me-”

“Oh, so now I’m an idiot?”

This is when he’d say something stupid like “I knew I shouldn’t get involved with women.”

AND YOU JUST?

UHM?

You don’t even try to fight back. You grab your purse, and you’re already going out the door.

Jumin quickly realizes his mistake, and while he doesn’t want to admit it..he needed you.

He would sigh, rushing over to grab you before you left.

“(Y/N)..I’m sorry, okay? We can get her a new one. Just..don’t leave me..”

~~

V:

He needed the eye surgery.

No doubt, you knew this pastel boy needed the surgery.

You tried to convince him..every day now. But, he never seemed to listen.

So, you go back to base one.

“V..I reall-”

“Want me to get the surgery? (Y/N). You’ve reminded me everyday. I appreciate that you care..but, please. I’m fine.”

You’d get a bit frustrated. I mean, you’ve been trying, and he doesn’t even give it a thought?

“You still love Rika..don’t you?”

HE WOULD TENSE TF UP.

“What..?”

“You love rika. Don’t you?”

“(Y/N)..”

“No. Answer me.”

He pauses for a moment, unsure of how to even respond. Did he love her? He didn’t even know, himself??

He sighs, not in the mood to fight with you, the one he truly loves.

“No. I don’t. In fact, (Y/N)..contact Jumin. I’m getting the surgery.”

(SQUEAL?)

~~

Saeran:

You two would be walking hand in hand around town, when an old friend called your name.

You’d turn around, giving your friend a big smile.

You feel Saeran’s grip on your hand tighten, as he gives the person death glares.

Your friend and you talked for a good 2 or 3 minutes, before they said “See Ya later.” and ooohhhh boy. Is Saeran mad when they finally left.

“Are you?”

“Wha-”

“Are you going to see that son of a bitch later?!”

At this point, you can’t help but just laugh. I mean, cute, jealous boyfriend alert~

“Probably not. I haven’t seen her for a long time. That’s just something people say, you know.”

“Hmph. I do- wait. Her?”

“Saeran. That was a girl.”

“But- they-”

“Oh my god. You actually- okay. ”

The two of you probably just walk in silence for a few minutes, before changing the subject, as if that whole thing never happened.

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IT’S HAPPENING! As I promised on twitter, I decided to open commissions in February :o

RULES:

1. contact me at: destruccion97@gmail.com (what a rebel name i kno) in ENG or PL

2.  ill start working only after getting paid

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Reblog, like and share, please! ♥♥♥

Hi. I’m not sure if you write SuperCat, but I sure need Cat Grant to get herself back to National City, or at least be involved from afar. Could you please write something where it’s Cat who comforts Kara after Homecoming? Many thanks.

^^ prompt above from @statuepuppie. Refers to this fic: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9122290/chapters/21551657

Maggie called Cat Grant when Livewire was on the loose, because her girlfriend’s kid sister needed her then. And she’s calling Cat Grant again now, because Kara needs her now.

She hadn’t expected the Queen of All Media to save her number, but Cat picks up on the first ring and addresses Maggie by name.

“Detective Sawyer, tell me she’s fine and that you’re simply wasting my very precious time for the sake of a social call.”

Her voice is clipped and just on this side of professional, but Maggie easily detects the concern underneath it.

“She’s fine, Ms. Grant, she’s fine.”

She hears Cat sigh and she bites her lip. “Then what, pray tell, are you calling me for?”

“She’s fine, Ms. Grant, but she… she needs you.”

She doesn’t specify who: Kara or Supergirl. She knows she doesn’t need to.

There’s a long pause, and Maggie is about to ask if she’s still there.

“What happened?” Cat asks before she can, and her voice is thick.

“Best for her to tell you details, but the short of it, Alex’s father came back from the dead only to sort of… well, betray everyone. And she’s in this new relationship that she thinks is going to make her feel at least something, and – “

“I’m getting the next flight out. Thank you, Detective Sawyer.”

Maggie expects that to be it, but Cat’s still on the line. A brief pause. Then:

“Alex. Kara’s sister. Your girlfriend, correct? Is she alright? She… from my experiences with her, she’s a brave woman. And Kara idolizes her. You’re taking good care of her, too, I trust?”

Maggie smiles softly. “I’m doing my best with both Danvers girls, ma’am, but I think Kara could use a more familiar face than mine.”

“Well, as I said, I’ll arrange for a sitter for Carter and be on the next flight out. Thank you, Detective. For taking care of those girls. Don’t forget to be good to yourself, too.”

This time, the line does disconnect before Maggie can say any more.

But she smiles, because Cat Grant is on her way to Kara.

She makes sure Alex knows to keep Mon-El away from Kara’s apartment that night. J’onn invents work for him, gladly.

They don’t need a body to be dropped in Kara’s apartment by one Cat Grant.

The paperwork alone would be more trouble than it’d be worth.

The sharp rap on the door makes Kara think of Maggie, so she doesn’t bother checking with her x-ray vision, doesn’t even bother untangling from her blankets or putting down her pint of mint chocolate chip.

“It’s open,” she calls heartlessly, wondering if Maggie is looking for Alex or if she’s looking for another round of speed stacking to take Kara’s mind off things.

“Well, Keira, I have to say, I expected your apartment to be an explosion of millennial mess and absurd color, but I have to admit, it has a certain charm to it.”

The ice cream scatters and Kara falls ungracefully off the couch in a tangled mess of blankets with a series of loud shrieks.

If Cat is at all surprised, she hides it well, but the sparkle in her eyes and the smile tugging at her lips give her away the moment before she springs into action.

“Are you alright?” she rushes forward, just in time for Kara to unravel herself from the blanket and spring to her feet.

She has to remind herself strongly of earth physics as, pretenses and professionalism be damned, she wraps Cat it a full-bodied hug.

“Ms. Grant,” she breathes over her shoulder, and Cat freezes for only a moment before fully returning the embrace, fingers grasping for dear life onto the back of Kara’s shirt.

Cat is the first to pull back, and she wonders if her own tears are reflected in Kara’s blue eyes. She wonders how she ever forgot quite how crystalline they are.

“I hear you’re having a rough time, Kiera, and if the pint of – is that mint chocolate chip? – is any indication, my source is quite correct – “

“Snapper’s been calling you about me? But he’s been liking my work, he – “

Cat is tsking, now, and moving around the living room, collecting the ice cream and spoon and blanket, rearranging everything into its former semi-order.

“Not Snapper, dear. Your sister’s girlfriend. Seems to think you would benefit from my presence.”

Kara stiffens and her eyes widen and Cat remembers how much she’s missed watching Kara adjust her glasses like this. “Ms. Grant, you didn’t need to come all this way, I – “

“Oh nonsense, Keira. What have I told you? You need to learn, competent and efficient and brilliant as you are, when to ask for help. You’re entitled to do so, you know. And you’re entitled to receive it.”

Tears swim in Kara’s steady eyes, and she’s forgotten how to form words.

Ms. Grant, back in National City. Ms. Grant, in her apartment. Ms. Grant, seeing her be a complete and utter wreck.

“Ms. Grant, really, I – “ She tries to object, just once more, but she can’t even get that far. Because her voice cracks and her knees give out and she collapses back onto the couch, hugging herself because she’s completely lost sense of what is real.

“Oh, Kara,” Cat breathes, and the sound of her name on Cat’s lips works its way into her skin, through her muscles, into her bones, into her bloodstream. Into her heart.

“I’m here, Kara. I’m here.”

“Thank you,” Kara chokes, and Cat just nods, sitting softly and putting a hesitant hand on Kara’s knee. Kara takes it immediately, and a soft smile flits over Cat’s face.

They don’t talk about Jeremiah, and they don’t talk about Mon-El.

They talk about CatCo and they talk about Carter and Cat’s mother and Alex and Maggie and Kara cries without words and Cat comforts without words and Kara sits up straighter and cries less and less throughout the night.

Cat even shares a spoonful of her ice cream, and it’s this, more than anything, that makes Kara smile. That makes Kara feel so, so loved.

To make Kara remember what it was like when her life was like this.

To make her realize what she has to do to get back to that.

She makes a note to thank Maggie in the morning, but for now, sitting on her couch with Cat Grant and laughing about Snapper, she doesn’t want the morning to come. Not just yet.

caregiver space advice ♡

just like littles, it’s difficult for caregivers to get into their space sometimes so here’re some tips & tricks !!

start with downtime | whether they enter little space through excitement, an age regressor, or just because they want to, spend the first 30 minutes doing calm activities with your little. lay together on the floor while coloring, cradle them with a warm bottle, turn on a cartoon while you sit together in bed. easing them into little space will help you ease into your space as well & having a calm atmosphere will give you more time to register your role.

skim through actual parent blogs | some days, caregivers aren’t in the mood for responsibilities. you need to be responsible at work or college so admit it: you get tired. actual baby bloggers don’t have a choice because their little is always little so looking through their articles can motivate you & help spark your need to care for something just as precious as an actual baby.

talk in 3rd person | refer to yourself as your title. a lot of caregivers do this anyways, but you can never have too much of it. ask your little for kisses, tell them you love them & are proud of them, baby talk, etc. in 3rd person while they’re transitioning into little space.

please remember that what works for me might not work for you. these are just tricks that help me get into caregiver space faster/easier so try them all or pick & choose. don’t give up if some don’t work out, you’ll find aide eventually, i promise !!

anonymous asked:

Hey! Do you have any sidgeno fic recs?

OH BOY DO I:

Icebreaker - omelet: Zamboni driver Sid and NHL Geno; absolutely adorable
king of my own land - Cloudcover: I’m the biggest ho for time travel fics; Sid basically time travels and experiences married life with Geno. It’s incredible and I want more
You’re the One That I Want - thehoyden: the royalty/identity porn/misunderstanding AU. I love it so much
And Never Been Kissed - thehoyden, twentysomething: okay i havent read this one in a while but i remember that it was GOOD
There Ain’t No Place I’d Rather Be - SO GOOD. Age Difference AU where Sid is a university student in this and Geno is NHL still, just incredible. So incredible.
stop (wait a minute) - Cloudcover: sid is the hot mailman with the great ass and Geno is thirsty
Strangers When We Met - lupinus: very explicit but basically, First meeting AU. Geno doesn’t recognize Sid in Russia and thinks he’s a fan who wants to hook up. Guess what happens next. (Okay but in all seriousness I love this a lot like it’s definitely one of my top favs)
King and Lionheart - the hoyden: if I ever stop talking about this fic assume I’m dead because literary greatness peaked with this fic. The Arranged Marriage AU, sweet and domestic and touching right from the beginning. The real kicker is when Sid explains to Geno what ‘lionheart’ means and says ‘it means really really brave’ like that gets me so badly like what kind of literary jewel of a reference to both Sid and Geno and how they saved each other can you tell I’m still crying 

If anyone has more please add!!!!! 

I’ve Made a Decision

I am going to be doing a series of artwork based off the Sisterhood of the Assassin’s Creed Fandom! 

To all the bloggers in the sisterhood! Please read this if you can! I want to be able to draw all of you in your own personalized Assassin Robes! Please listen carefully! 

Please note: YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS IF YOU DON’T WANT TO! All I am getting out of this is the experience, I am completely ok if you do not want to participate!

Could you all submit to my blog:
1. What you look like (if you don’t want to share, please give me a description ex: hair color and style, beauty marks, etc.)
2. What your personalized Assassin Robes will look like! Please provide references and what color you would like them! (ex: if you are wearing a hood or a hat)
3. Tell me what time era you would be a part of in the Assassin’s Creed fandom (ex: Golden Age of Piracy, Renaissance, Colonial, etc.) So I can get a better perspective of the outfit!
4. How you want to be standing/holding in the final peice (see picture below)

Reason why I want to do this: I want to do this so I can hone my skills as an artist

Time I will start Sketches: As soon as I can, but I am in College, so school comes first

Time I will start Coloring: Summer break

When I will post it: Hopefully by the end of Summer/Mid-Fall. Maybe sooner if I work hard for it.

How they will end up: Something close to this

(but not with a detailed background, but will have the Assassin Symbol in background, and will be posting the sketches for your approval, but will be posting all of them at the same time in one post)

All the people that I know who are part of the sisterhood is @swiggle-muffin @emouel @babelast @idiotgangleader

For those who I did not list, please reblog this and tag the people in this so they will know also!

A laptop computer lay on its side, showing what I’d once been told was a blue screen of death.
— 

Harry Dresden (Working for Bigfoot: Bigfoot on Campus by Jim Butcher)

A few things:

1) Who told him?

2) Did they tell him, or did they “tell” him? I mean, was it like “Ah, yes, that’s a Blue Screen of Death, that is”, or was it more like, Karrin smacking her computer screen “A Blue Screen of Death?! Now? You have got to be kidding me!” Dresden, poking his head tentatively round the living room door, “Blue Screen of… wha?”
“Death, Dresden. Death. D. E. A. T. H. Aka, what is about to happen to you if you don’t get your olde worlde supernatural bullshit far away from me within the next 3 seconds.”

Also, please tell me this conversation has happened at some point:
Molly: Damn it, my computer…
Harry: My bad. Sorry.
Molly: *sigh* Harry Dresden. The only guy in Chicago whose ass could actually break the Internet.
Thomas: *spits out coffee* fsjkalkadjflad–
Harry: ??? >_> Is this a reference to one of your newfangled teenage things??
Molly: I’m 27. And immortal.
Thomas: –adsfhdakfaf!! As a point of professional pride, I just want to point out that my ass…

Open Commission!

Hello everyone, I’m doing commissions now and i really appreciated if you can support me :) E-mail me if you interested! (My e-mail is decemberwinter96@gmail.com)

Chibi Icon ($12)

You can also add a chara in one icon with +$10, like this

Chibi Full Body ($15)

Additional chara(s) +$10, detailed design +$2-$4

Headshot ($15)

Halfbody (Style 1 $18, Style 2 $20/chara)

Additional chara(s) +$15, detailed design +$3-$5

Full Body ($25)

Additional chara(s) +$20; detailed design +$5-7

(I’m sorry i just have a colored sketch for full body, but for people who commissioning me will get clean linearts ofc!)

NOTES:

  • If you interested to commission me, please e-mail me and forward details, such as references and descriptions from there! NOTE: Please be sure to include your Tumblr username in the e-mail so i can keep things organized!
  • Payment in USD only via Paypal.
  • You should completed your payment then i’ll start drawing your commission.
  • NOTE: If you request your original character(s) as your commission, please provide me with references! The more detailed, more better i can draw them.
  • Approx. time 1-4 weeks.
  • Background transparent or simple colour.
  • I won’t draw mecha, furry, R18, gore, realism or semi-realism.
  • I’ll send the wip so you can tell me if there’s something you don’t like and i’ll fix it. 
  • The artwork is then yours to do with as you wish, as long as I’m credited for it!

What will you get:

  1. .jpg and .png formats of finished commission.
  2. .sai or .pdf formats (tentative).
  3. .gif format of drawing process from the sketch till it finished!
  4. NOTE: If you would like physical prints mailed to you, we can discuss it over the e-mail. BUT it WILL effect the final price, however.

Reblogged are really appreciated!

THANK YOU <3

[2/2] Enstars: B’s-Log March 2017

Released in January 2017.

Unit Song CD 2nd Series Vol.10: Trickstar Cast Interview

English lyrics are not yet up on the wiki, but I’ll eventually refer from other sources!

It’s the last installment of the interview series! Not very happy that I finished it so late but I got it all out! I’m also not sure if triple release is a good thing but I wanted to get them all out…
And woohoo for 3rd series, Knight Killers + Dead Man’s (it’s still Deadmanz to me), and the teachers’ duet!

Yoshimasa Hosoya (VA of Hokuto Hidaka)

Q: Firstly, please tell us about your impression on the songs when you first listened to them.

Hosoya: Rainbow-Colored Seasons is like a school anthem, or perhaps it sounds like songs such as Tsubasa wo Kudasai that lean slightly towards pop, a song that everyone sings in a music class at school. As for the other song, HEART→BEATER!!!!, at any rate it has high tempo, and key is also high (bitter laugh). I had a really hard time.

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So I noticed that I don’t have much knowledge of fighting poses, and since the topic of Jack vs Nick is still hot, why not get my lazy butt out of bed and practice. If you guys know a great source of reference, please do tell me. I want to improve so I can make a comic out of this whole Jack vs Nick thing.

When in doubt, Suplex your way out!
-Aquila Silverwings- 🦅