Started some time ago as a warm up speedpaint and in between work, family and other rl things I slowly managed to make an actual full illustration out of it.
Fanart of Nidhogg from Final Fantasy XIV as I really like the unusual design the important dragon characters got. Also I really needed something new for 2017 to finally finish, this year so far started very bad, with lot of delays and pretty heavy sickness. Hopefully can catch up now with everything and til then enjoy \o/
pairing: tom holland x reader
you’ve been with tom for the better part of two weeks. officially at least. you’ve only actually seen him while on the planes and at the hotels. it’s been a whirlwind of paparazzi, camera flashes, and watching interviews backstage.
you can honestly say you’ve loved every bit of it! watching tom almost spill secrets, hearing about his schedule filled days as you fall asleep, seeing him have the absolute time of his life in person and not from his camera screen. it’s been so great. but you knew. you just knew it couldn’t last.
you knew when you heard tom get up this morning as quite as he possibly could, which was pretty damn quiet, and it still made the pounding in your head feel like a sledgehammer. you knew when you felt his gentle kiss on your forehead and it made you want to puke because he was so close you could smell his cologne. you knew when you woke up again hours later, and you felt like absolute and utter shit that the good times could not last forever.
you were bundle up in the covers when tom returned much, much later that day. with him came laughter and the voices of his cast mates. they abruptly cut off when they notice all the lights were off. you heard him playfully shush them and his footsteps come down the hall of the hotel room. there’s a soft knock at the bedroom door.
you grunt. he seems to take that as a sign to enter and does so. the door squeaks quietly as it opens and shuts. you don’t bother to acknowledge him as the bed dips and his arms wrap around you.
“are you sleeping?” he whispers in your ear. when you don’t answer, he lays gentle kisses on your neck and temple. “come on, darling. you want to get a late night snack with me?”
your nose wrinkles in disgust at the thought of food. you moan tiredly and pull his arms tighter around you.
“darling, are you okay? you’re only clinging when you’re drunk or sick” he teases.
your answer is a weak elbow to his ribs. you can practically hear his smile as he shifts around. you’re pulled flushed against him, or as flushed as you can be with the thick comforter between you both.
“are you not feeling well?” he asks again, more seriously.
you shake your head. he hums and lays with you for a moment longer, his thumbs drawing soft circles where they touch your skin. the moment is cut short by a soft knock on the door.
“are you heathens clothed?” tony jokingly remarks through the wood.
“tell him to leave,” you speak for the first time today, “or he will catch these hands. and this sickness.”
tom laughs softly. you feel a kiss on the back of your head before he untangles himself. you hear the door open and close and two pairs of footsteps go down the hall. you’re almost asleep again as you hear faint wishes of get well and an offer of a fruit basket. the squeak of the door pulls you from the thrum of sleep. you hear tom shuffling around and the sound of clothing hitting the floor. you’ve already moved the blankets so there’s an open spot just big enough for a certain tom holland to fit as he crawls in behind you.
“zendaya wishes you well. tony says hi, and jacob is going to send you a basket of fruit,” he murmurs in the back of your neck.
you turn in the embrace. tom flinches when your cold nose rubs against his bare collar bone but makes no objections, even as you curl your knees up and place your cold toes between his legs.
“i hope whatever you have isn’t contagious. i have a couple weeks left of touring.”
“tom, shut up.”
his hands run down your back in apology. you start to fall asleep again, but not before you slur out
Make me do your work everyday and cause cats to get sick? I'll catch you in your lies and get you fired.
This woman who I’ll call Tootles worked with me at an animal shelter as cat caretakers. We work opposite days and the first thing that she did to piss me off was telling me she had cleaned under furniture/restocked/refilled cleaning bottles. She sneakily just made it clean enough that you couldn’t tell she was barely doing anything all day. It would take me at least 30 min to an hour everyday to clean all the stuff that she hadn’t done the day before, and I had to do that in addition to my already extremely busy job. So some days I’d have to stay late, and I have two jobs so I’m always exhausted, and then I have a 45 min drive home where I’m blasting music and chain smoking just to stay awake.
I tried to tell my boss about this but she said that I need to have a better attitude, and that I was complaining too much about Tootles. She only told me this bc she’s a jerk most of the time and she didn’t want to deal with all the hassle of finding a new employee in a rural area.
Basically, when you have 20 cats housed in multiple rooms, it becomes a breeding ground for disease and infections. The point of cleaning every single surface and under the furniture with chemicals is to kill these germs and what not. After I started working there she got lazier and never did a single thing that she thought wouldn’t be noticed since my boss had no problem with what she was doing to me.
Because she wasn’t cleaning according to procedure, we now have almost every single cat (except the older ones with strong immune systems) come down with an upper respiratory tract infection. We have to now take those sick cats and quarantine them. For each cat, we have to now put on a gown, booties, gloves, and a mask if we are even going to touch them. These are all single use, extremely wasteful, and very expensive, but required by law. We also have to give them meds two or more times a day for the uri. This takes even more time(3x the amount of time I’d need to take care of a healthy cat. I knew immediately that the outbreak was her fault for not cleaning and the boss was very angry at the whole situation, wondering why this is happening. So before I leave I take tiny cat toys and hide them under every single thing shes supposed to clean under. I then make tiny marks with sharpie on all the kennels she has to scrub( we use a chemical that would dissolve the sharpie, and then rinse out and dry the cage so the cats paws aren’t affected.) I also put tiny marks on the bleach bottles showing how much was in them so I’ll also have proof she’s not cleaning the toilets. I come to work the day after hers and surprise surprise the same amount of bleach, sharpie marks still on kennels, all the toys still where I left them. So I tell my boss what I’ve done, I was nervous she would say I was kinda psycho but she said I should have done this sooner and yelled at me a bit(I told you this was happening already.). We sign a log required by law and we have to initial that we completed every single thing so boss just calls her up, asks if she’s actually done these things, which if she just admitted to being lazy she could have just been yelled at and kept her job. She lies and says she always follows procedures so boom she’s fired for lying about doing her work. It’s been like 3 months, she’s still out of a job I think, and the outbreak of disease amongst the cat has completely cleared up. She apparently really loved her job based on her fb so idk why she’d be so lazy and cause the cats suffering like that.
JB: If you get sick/catch a cold I’m going to get mad. (Note: before this JB said to dress warmly) Mark: Jaebeom has something to say! If they catch a cold what are you going to do? JB: If (you) catch the cold I’m going to get mad. Jackson *from a distance*: shimkoong!
Promptio Week Day 3: Betrayal (Ive fallen behind because im disgustingly sick atm but I’ll catch up)
Kaciart you KNOW its all a ruse Prom gets knocked from the train but that was all planned And he rejoins the Nif army to report on what he’s learned and what he’s learned is that he’s very attached to those Lucian assholes Deepcover
Crystal Messenger - Mystic Messenger Fantasy AU. You’re one of the most respected knights in King Han’s kingdom until a horrible incident leaves you with a missing eye, a dead best friend, and a curse on your body that grants you tremendous power while driving you steadily insane. Desperate, distressed, and feeling like a worthless failure, you embark on a suicidal mission of unrestrained heroism, leaving your life behind as you try to make something of yourself before you die.
✿ Custom MCs (their names link to the tags, which contain art of them!)
Sidhe- A shy girl yet brutally optimistic girl with severe burn scarring who believes she was saved from death by a magical cat spirit. She also believes this is the source of her horrible-yet-amazing luck and her impressive strength.
Vega - A former hitman who ends up falling in with the RFA and having their life changed (ostensibly) for the better. They smoke, they drink, they lowkey constantly want to die, and they’re terrible at dealing with their feelings.
Connie had been best friends with her twin sister Jessica since before she could remember, but never spent as much time with Jessica as she would have liked.
Connie didn’t understand why her sister was always being sent to the doctor. She didn’t seem sick, and doctors were for sick people.
Once she learned about germs, Connie had tried to catch Jessica’s sickness, so they could be together at the doctor. It didn’t work.
Connie had always felt protective of her sick twin, almost like a big sister.
So Connie never complained when Jessica got all the best toys. She tried hard not to be jealous of the attention Jessica received from their parents, who were so busy they barely had time for Connie. But Connie knew that they were important scientists who did important work.
Connie even kept her resentment in check when Jessica was sent to private-school.
It didn’t matter; she had friends at her public-school, and every evening she would be able to play with her twin.
Though their parents were furious, Connie was delighted when Jessica ignored her acceptance to a prestigious university so they could attend the same college.
When their parents died in a tragic car accident, Connie and Jessica moved into their family’s old house. With eachother’s support, they mourned their loss and re-entered the world. They graduated and found jobs; they dated men. They remained best friends.
On their 30th-birthday, the twins’ gifts to eachother had been plane tickets to Paris.
Applying for a passport, Connie requested her birth-certificate from the department of records and received a shock: the certificate listed no father, and a stranger’s name where her mother’s should have been. Worse, the certificate recorded only a single birth.
Connie knew it was a mistake. She called the records office and the hospital, but they denied any impropriety.
Connie felt uneasy. But, it was crazy; they looked exactly alike!
One night, Connie surreptitiously swabbed the rim of Jessica’s water glass. She paid the DNA-lab for rush analysis. The results showed their DNA matched: identical twins.
Connie was relieved, but deeply confused. The records had to be wrong. She would prove it: she would find her real birth-certificate.
Connie took the day off work. She spent hours going through her parents’ box-filled attic, finally locating a section devoted to family papers. It seemed that they kept every drawing, every piece of homework, and every report-card from the girls’ schooling. It was touching, but Connie kept digging. Eventually, she found a small fireproof lockbox.
She pried it open with a screwdriver.
Inside were some old papers and a Polaroid. Connie sifted through the papers, triumphantly locating the birth-certificate.
Her heart sunk.
It matched the one from the department of records.
Jessica’s was there too: their parents’ names printed in the appropriate fields, a single birth.
Tearfully, Connie looked at the Polaroid. They were newborns, both sleeping. She flipped it over and noticed an inscription in faded ink: “Jessica and control, 1986”