whenever Annabeth tags along to watch Percy skate she always makes sure to bring a gatorade cause he always forgets to grab something to drink before leaving the house
Percy changes his outfit a minimum of three times before every date him and Annabeth go on because even after all this time he just wants to impress her
Annabeth saves up for months to be able to buy Percy tickets to a Knicks game for his birthday
Percy remembers Annabeth talking about this fancy calculator she had her eye on and while out with Sally one day he spots it and happens to have enough saved up to buy it for her
Annabeth sits through a four hour make up lesson from the Aphrodite cabin because she finds herself delving into her femininity– her heart flutters when Percy notices the simple eye liner and blush she wears on their next night out
whenever they go to the movies, Percy sneaks in a box of hot tamales for Annabeth to enjoy
Annabeth organizes what she calls play dates for Percy and Grover, coordinating their schedules in the hyper efficient way that only she can, when she thinks they’ve gone too long since hanging out
Percy always asks how her dad and brothers are doing. It’s the only slightly subtle way he knows how to push her to talk to them because even though she’ll never admit it, he knows she misses them.
Annabeth looks up tutorials and walk throughs on Percy’s favorite video games so that she can give him a real run for his money but mostly because she loves the way he sticks his tongue out a little bit and furrows his brow when he’s concentrating on the screen
Percy signs up for the email lists at Annabeth’s favorite museums that way he knows when exhibits she would enjoy are in town
there is a Saturday when Percy has an extra basketball practice, so Annabeth spends the afternoon getting frames for the posters on his wall and putting them up– when he gets home she’s laying on his bed and has one of his sweatshirts on while she reads. He can’t help but think how he can’t wait to come home to this for the rest of his life.
Something I’ve kind of noticed intermittently in my RP ‘career’ is that a lot of people seem to think that they have to write a certain way in order to be a “good” RPer, or they get insecure because their style of emoting or writing isn’t like others who have more interaction or ‘popularity’.
Using fancy prose & big vocabulary is a writing style.
One-liners and simple phrasing is a writing style.
Being extremely descriptive is a writing style.
Being minimally descriptive is a writing style.
Focusing more on romantic RP is a writing style.
Focusing more on familial/noble RP is a writing style.
Focusing more on action & adventure RP is a writing style.
People have preferences of course to whatever they want to write and whatever style they prefer to write with, but no way of writing is inherently ‘better’ or ‘worse’ than any other. It’s all preference. Everyone has a different way they naturally write and like to write.
Just like using fancy words doesn’t make you a better writer, using simple vocabulary and descriptions doesn’t make you a boring or worse writer. It’s all preference, and writing a certain way you don’t like just to impress people is going to make RP less fun for you, trust me.
Write how you want and understand that people won’t always like it. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t good and that doesn’t mean your RP isn’t worthwhile. Find people who have similar styles to you and write with them, they’ll appreciate you where others might not, and you’ll enjoy it a lot more because you’ll be writing in a way that makes you feel good, instead of trying to impress other people.
YES YES YES I feel so much about my beautiful boy in makeup so let’s go
Yuri started messing around with makeup when he was 14. He was following this one guy on Instagram with great style and a gorgeous pair of dark brown eyes for a few months, constantly refreshing the page to see if he put up anything new.
One morning, still half asleep and lazing around in bed, a new picture popped up on his newsfeed. The guy was in a grey beanie, his dark curly hair falling over his face slightly, and he had the softest aloof smile on his lips. The caption was something about a code promoting some clothes website or whatever, but Yuri was too busy staring. Those fucking eyes. They seemed more striking, more captivating than usual, but Yuri couldn’t quite figure out what it was about them on that particular day.
Yuri didn’t get it until he read the comments; they had almost all been heart-eye emojis and screams about the boy’s eyeliner.
Yuri was mildly confused, scrolling back up to the picture and squinting to take a look. He only now noticed the subtle smudges of black framing the guy’s eyes, and Yuri rested his cheek on his pillow. He looked nice. It was a small change but it made a huge difference. Maybe he could pull it off too.
So that morning Yuri took a bus to the shops and found himself in the makeup section of a store, hoodie thrown over his head, music blasting through the headphones around his neck, and looking mildly embarrassed to be there. It wasn’t because wearing makeup was a stereotypically ‘feminine’ thing to do, but it was more so the fact that he had no idea what the fuck he was meant to be looking for. There were pencils and tubes and pots of shit he didn’t understand. He thought it was going to be quick and easy - run in, buy something cheap, try it on, snap a few selfies. He didn’t expect there to be so many things from so many different brands. What the fuck was powder supposed to do for your eyebrows anyway?
Reluctant to accept help from overly friendly sales assistants, he grabbed a simple black pencil liner and marched his way to the self-service checkout.
Things weren’t any better at home. The stupid little thing had cost him about 1000 rubles and was currently getting black shit all over his hands.
Yuri was sat on his bedroom floor, staring into his full-length mirror with the makeup in his right hand, and his face in his left. He had tried almost everything, but he looked nothing like the guy on Instagram. Each attempt had resulted in Yuri looking something like a panda or someone who had probably been crying for two days straight, and each time Yuri had cursed and rubbed the black off of his face. The soft pencil kept breaking with the force he used, and his eyes were watering from the constant rubbing and removal - and shit this stuff was hard to get off.
He was just about ready to give up and throw the stupid waste of money away, when he looked up to look at his reflection in the mirror with a scowl on his face. When he caught a glimpse of himself, his features softened immediately.
He looked cool.
The sleeve of his jumper may have been covered in smudges and smears of charcoal black from the constant impatient wiping, but the result was almost worth it. Turning his head and brushing some blonde hair from his face, Yuri sat and admired his work. Sure, it was slightly messy and it didn’t look quite like the picture, but damn. Who knew that two black lines would make such a difference?
His bright green eyes looked intense - dangerous, he liked to think - and absolutely piercing. He didn’t expect to actually like it. He was just curious. But looking at the image in front of him, Yuri was proud to say that that guy on Instagram had nothing on him.
Yuri found himself making his way to the makeup section of stores more often. He was passionate about fashion, and wasn’t makeup just another way to express your sense of style? And so his collection grew.
It started off with different eyeliner at first. Yuri found that the black pencils worked for his more intense and badass looks, but brown was a more subtle alternative that he liked to wear at the rink sometimes. Mila had once complimented him on his look, and despite being embarrassed at his little secret being found out, he took her advice and bought a purple eyeliner. His eyes watered an insane amount and Yuri wondered if Mila was just trying to make him look like an idiot, but the results were nice. The splash of purple in his waterline really made the shades of green in his eyes pop.
The first time he strayed away from pencil eyeliner was at the age of 15 when he found himself drawn to the lipgloss section. Tentative, he started with clear glosses to accentuate the natural pink and plumpness to his lips, but his confidence soon grew. He often wore pale pinks and holographic glosses during his routines, even if the stickiness bothered him a bit.
Yuri’s favourite makeup product had to be highlighter. He had been complimented on his high cheekbones all of his life, but had never done anything with them until the age of 16. What a waste, he had thought.
After watching various makeup tutorials - his new favourite pastime - Yuri decided to amend that. Subtle frosted highlight graced his features both on and off of the ice, and Yuri loved the look of the subtle glitter that caught the light when he turned his head.
Yuri eventually did find out what exactly powder did for brows by the time he was 18, loving to create fierce looks with cat eyes sharper than his skates.
sorry to be that person but why are you against mcclain as lances last name? at first glance i was like oh i guess it can be seen as whitewashing, but then lots of people said it was fine because that was his canon last name in voltron: defenders of the universe. i also saw the point being made that lots of latinx people have white sounding last names and lots of white people have latinx sounding last names so either way names arent perfectly representative of a persons race. what do you think?
Okay. Hoo Boy here we go! Sorry for being Extra Blunt, but to me you don’t seem all that sorry, considering you still decided to send this ask, lmao. Anyways! This is actually gonna get hella long, so let me just post a Table of Contents here in bullet point form to let you know what I’ll be covering. The rest will be below the cut.
Why are you against Lance having a White surname?
But other people said it was okay, doesn’t that mean it’s okay?
I’m Latinx/Mixed and my surname is White. What about my representation?/Are you saying I’m not valid?
But his original surname is McClain, isn’t it? Why not just keep it?
How is it “whitewashing” if this isn’t about skin tone? How is this racist?
IT’S TIME FOR MY MAIN HOE. Hahahaha just kidding! (*looks at him thrusting the floor*)
Anonymous: Hello !!! I loved your Baekhyun as your boyfriend, but can I ask one for Yixing ? (he’s killing me) only if you have time, if you don’t, I’ll wait 💗 love you 😘
Other user (who I won’t tag): Hey hey just wondering if you could do a dating Suho or Lay please? Thanks and I like your blog xx
- As we all know, Lay is such a sweetheart. He would constantly shower you with love, compliments and affection… more than the other members probably already would.
- “You look so beautiful.”
- “I literally just got up.”
- “… But still.”
- His hugs? A+
- Have you seen the way he (Tao too for that matter) hug people? He hugs them without any other care in the world. Like with you in his arms, his worries dissolve and he feels at ease, despite his hectic schedule.
- Holding your hands and dancing with you around the dorm, around your shared apartment/house, in the playground (provided he is well covered from being harassed by fans.)
- So grateful to have you in his life because with you around, he doesn’t overwork. We have seen how hard he works but he doesn’t want to worry you at the same time.
- Another fan of sending you selfies and you sending some back. (this is what my bf and I do - we spam each other snaps goodnight. I’d get them at like four in the afternoon though, and he gets mine at 7.30 AM his time. So I always see him after school and he sees a bit of me when he wakes up - ldr.)
- Massive fan of PDA.
- Would hold your hand even if his fans are around. He’s not one to show you off like you’re a trophy but he is proud of you, and is so grateful to have you.
- Oddly enough though, the fans don’t seem to mind as much as you guys originally thought they would. Sure there are some antis, but overall, dating you has been a pleasant experience and the majority of the fans are supportive.
- This leads to random selfies going up on his Instagram. You lying down in bed and he has very simple, one liner captions.
- It’s too cute like I can’t
- Yixing may be a busy man, but he does think about settling down with you a lot. Like how many kids you’ll have (if you want kids.), where you’ll live, how many dogs you guys will have…
- Sometimes when he does get very stressed, he feels dejected and feels detached and alone. He knows he has you but at the same time, when he is away from you for a long periods of time, he feels very detached. This is where he needs you to be understanding - and you are. Expect to be greeted by the warmest hug and the most amorous kiss
Let’s take it downstairs
- So a lot of people think he is as much as a sweetheart as he is in general and think it’s the same in bed.
- I personally think it’s 50/50
- From gentle love-making with gentle kisses, feather-like touches dancing along your ribcage, exhaling breathless ‘I love you’s into your neck all the while he moans and pants softly, in time with you.
- But this could also play out as Yixing being dominant as well (if you’re okay with it); he loves watching you squirm about underneath him from his fingers. Loves looking at you as he pounds into you without hesitation, without restraint as he falls for the carnal desire he has for you.
- Loves giving you hickies.
- But whatever 'role’ he takes, he takes great care in cleaning up, cuddling and making you smile and giggle as he holds you close, you being able to hear his rampant heart after he came down from his high.
Request: Imagine when Juice is angry at his wife because she wore a sexy dress to a SAMCRO party and it leads to rough sex in the dorms.
This is the dress 😉
The music was pumping through the walls and a smile spread across your face as you stepped out of your car. The night was cool and a shiver moved over your skin as you locked your car and slipped your keys inside your clutch. Your heels clacked loudly against the concrete as you walked towards the clubhouse and you smoothed down your dress as you neared. You knew Juice wasn’t going to be happy. He had told you not to wear the dress, but you couldn’t resist. He hadn’t been home much lately and you wanted to show him exactly what he had been missing. And so you had slipped into your skin tight backless red dress, with the plunging neck line and your tallest heels. Your hair flowed loosely over your shoulders and you had kept your make up reasonably basic, a simple flick of eye liner and deep red lips to match your dress. The dress hugged your curves perfectly and you knew Juice wouldn’t be able to resist you. SAMCRO parties were always big, but tonight was even bigger, since the Tacoma charter was down. “Holy shit! (Y/n)!?” Lyla yelled and she came running towards you. You laughed loudly as she gaped at your appearance. “Damn, girl! Is that the dress?” She asked. You nodded and twirled, showing off your outfit. “I see why he was mad now!” Lyla said, her eyes still wide. You laughed again and swung your arm over her shoulder and you both walked into the party together. The door opened and the wall of smoke hit you instantly. This was definitely a SAMCRO party, you thought to yourself as you eyed the dozens of crow eaters scattered around the room, and the leather clad bikers smoking and drinking. You threw your head back and walked in confidently, and instantly heads turned towards you.
Juice stood at the back of the room, a beer in his hands as he laughed with Chibs over something the prospects had done. It had been a long night and he couldn’t wait for you to arrive. He noticed a lot of members were watching the doorway and he stepped to the side so he could get a better view, and his jaw almost hit the floor. She strutted into the room, her long hair billowing behind her shoulders as she laughed with Lyla. Jealousy suddenly burnt through Juice as he watched her, the tight red dress hugging her curves in all the right places, the dip of the fabric revealing the perfect curves of her cleavage. Almost all eyes were on her as she moved and Juice shook with anger as he marched forward. “Hey baby,” You called, a smirk spreading across your lips as you saw Juice storming towards you. His hand wrapped around your wrist and he dragged you towards the hallway. You rolled your eyes as you followed behind him, knowing he was about to give you an earful. The music drowned out as you entered the hallway and Juice dropped your wrist now that you had more privacy. He spun to face you and you could see the anger burning in his eyes. “I told you not to wear it.” He muttered and you rolled your eyes. “Whats the problem, Juice? Its just a dress.” You purred and laid your hands on his shoulders. He glared at you. “They were all looking at you, (y/n)!” He growled. You stepped closer to him, closing the gap between you. “Dont I look good, Juicy?” You purred and pouted your lips. Juice growled and crashed his lips against yours. His body pressed against yours and you crashed against the wall, his mouth moving hungrily against yours. “You are mine.” Juice growled in your ear and you bit your lip as you pushed him off you and grabbed his hand, leading him to his dorm.
He closed the door behind him, his eyes still burning with anger. You stood in the centre of the room, a smirk on your face and you ran your hands down your body. You lifted the bottom of the dress and tugged it up over your head, and dropped it to the floor beside you. Juice watched you move, his eyes locked on your bare chest and almost naked body. He was still setting with anger, but you always had a hold over him. You moved forwards slowly and sunk to your knees in front of him. Juices eyes followed yours as you slowly and buttoned his jeans and pulled them down his thighs, followed by his boxers. His erection stood proud and you licked your lips as you met his gaze. Your hand cupped the base and moved slowly over the length, squeezing softly and you ran your thumb over the tip. You moved your head closer and ran your tongue along the length, from the base to the tip. Juice moaned softly as your mouth closed around his tip and you began to suck gently. Your tongue moved along his length as your lips wrapped around him and you moved back and forth, taking more of him in your mouth. Juice growled and ran his hands through your hair, lifting it to a ponytail and guiding your head back and forth. He groaned as he hit the back of your throat and you continued to pulse your lips, sucking at him gently as you moved your tongue around him. You pulled your head back slowly, letting him leave your mouth with a ‘pop’ and you stood slowly, wiping your mouth with your finger.
You grasped his shirt and stepped backwards, dragging him to the bed. Juice smiled wickedly, his eyes boring into yours. “Oh baby, your not in control tonight.” He whispered lowly and you shuddered. He allowed you to lift his shirt over his head and you tossed it to the ground before you stripped your panties and lay back on the bed. Juice hovered over you, pressing kisses along your neck and down your chest. He leant back and grabbed your knees, pushing them open to reveal your core. You bit your lip as you watched his eyes study your body and you blushed slightly under his gaze. “Your so wet,” Juice said. You licked your lips and smirked and reached your arms out to embrace him. He lowered his body, moving his hands beneath your back. You gasp as he rolls over suddenly, swinging you onto his lap. In one brutal thrust he lowers you onto his length, filling you so suddenly that you cry out in shock. His hands roamed over your back and cupped your ass as his lips sucked roughly at the soft skin of your neck. His mouth lowered and he sucked harshly at your nipples, making you moan softly as you adjusted to him inside you. His hands lifted your body up and he slammed you down again. “Fuck, Juice!” You moaned as waves of pleasure rolled through you. You gasped for air as the orgasm shook through you and you smiled at Juice through hooded eyes. “Im not done with you yet, babygirl.” Juice growled and you gasped as he lifted you once more.
He laid your body on your back at the edge of the bed and he stood in front of you, his hungry eyes exploring your body as you gasped for breath. You ran your hands across your body and Juice grabbed your wrists, pinning them next to your head. He kissed you deeply, his lips hungry and impatient and you gasped slightly as he bit your bottom lip gently. He pulled back from your lips, his hands still pinning yours down and his eyes locked onto yours as he entered your slowly. You moaned at the fullness as he moved slowly, letting you feel his full length enter you. His eyes were locked with yours and you bit your lip as you wrapped your legs around his waist, puling him deeper into you. His mouth lowered to your neck and he sucked roughly at the skin again, leaving a trail of bruises along your collarbone and up your neck. Juice moved a hand between your bodies and he pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing gentle circles as he thrusted inside you. “Juice!” You practically screamed as you squirmed beneath him. Suddenly he stood up straight, grabbing you beneath your knees and raised your hips for deeper access. His pounding was ruthless and he slammed into you over and over, the sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, luscious and wet. Your moans grew louder and more desperate as the pleasure mounted and you ached for your release. Suddenly he left your body and you whined at the emptyness.
He flipped you over and positioned you on your hands and knees in the centre of the bed. “Your mine, (y/n).” Juice said and his hands traced circles on your ass. You moaned as he massaged your cheeks gently. “Say it, babygirl. Tell me who you belong to.” He said. “Im yours, Juice. I am all yours.” You purred and wiggled your ass. He lifted his hand and slapped your ass, leaving a sting and you gasped. He rubbed the redness gently. “Who can touch you baby girl?” He said, his voice low. “You, Juicy, only you.” You purred and wiggled your ass again. His hand slapped against you once more before he plunged into you, his hands gripping your hips roughly. He remained still for a moment, filling you with his length and you arched your back. His hand reached down and his hand wrapped around your long hair. He gently pulled your head back and you followed his lead, rising onto your knees and meeting his mouth with a firm kiss. He held you at his mercy, proving that he would take you when he wanted and no sooner. You were his. You shivered in anticipation and he finally released you, and you placed your hands back on the bed. He slowly pulled out of you before slamming back into you so hard you fell to your elbows, loud moans of pleasure escaping your lips. Juice growled as he thrusted into you once more with the same force, and your body rocked forward. “Juice!” you gasped. His thrusts became rougher and he pounded into you relentlessly. Pleasure singed through your veins and your legs began to shake as you moaned loudly. “Fuck, Juice!” You moaned as his body slapped against yours, your wetness dripping down your thighs. “Juice!” You pleaded as his thrusts became deeper, and the pleasure grew inside you. “Cum for me, babygirl.” Juice growled. Your body released and you moaned loudly as your body trembled and the orgasm ripped through your body. Juice growled as he found his release and he rode out your high, both of you gasping for air. You collapsed onto the bed and Juice fell next to you, both of you catching your breath. You turned your head to him ad he kissed you deeply. “C’mon, we should get back out there.” He whispered and you nodded. You both stood and you lifted your red dress of the floor. “Oh, your not wearing that again.” Juice warned and you turned to him, a playful smirk on your lips. “Baby, if thats how you fuck me when I only wear this dress, I cant wait to see what you do when you see me dance in it.” You winked and Juice glared at you.
Sirens Lament is not only the best series on webtoon, but has one of the best plots. Gorgeous art too which is rare and best of both worlds. The artist/writer really grasps the concept on everything to make up a flowing story line. The pacing is so good I binged the whole thing and I’m actually excited for each update. Another thing to point out every now and then they throw in the realest one liners, so simple yet so complex because it hits deep. I’m shook. I feel it in my heart.
(I’m sry for always skipping your preview on YouTube oop)
My favorite thing about your work is always the lineart. It's absolutely gorgeous and I've never seen anything quite like it. ❤️ How do you do it? Do you draw on paper or is it all digital?
Thank you very much, glad that you noticed this! The lineart is the most important part. All my pictures are with traditional lines, on paper. I use simple pencils, liners and paper of any type. It’s funny that many of my pictures at first were quick sketches on a napkin*, and the last fanart is no exception :)
prefer A5 paper. Some drawings are very small:
Then I scan and paint in PS.
I prefer only this method, because it’s easier, faster, and the drawing looks lively than fully digital art, in my opinion**. ________________ *Sometimes the sketch on the napkin looks better, and I scan the napkin %) **I have only one drawing with completely digital lines, it’s this nice character.
He glanced at the e-mail listing all the teachers’ names that he hadn’t reviewed yet. Some names were familiar from his time here - Mr .Carver was still the math teacher. Julian now, he guessed since there were colleagues. He blinked when he got to the name at the bottom of the list.
Nesta Archeron – Drama and English Literature
Premise: Nesta is back teaching another year at Velaris High following a failed stint on Broadway. Cassian is back in town too, coaching the football team that always seems to steal all the funding from the drama department.
Walking out of your room half an hour later, your felt like you were
out of place. Rarely did you dress up anymore, especially for a date.
You wore a little red dress that was form fitting, a black lace was over
it. The red went to mid-thigh, and the lace just past it. It had a
flattering V-neck shape, showing off your neck and collarbones, and it
had a ¾ sleeve of just the lace. You wore a simple black pump to go with
it, not knowing what he had planned. Your hair was in loose curls,
hanging just below your shoulders. Your makeup was kept simple- a winged
liner and nude lipstick.
As you moved through the halls, your
small clutch in hand, all you heard were the sounds of your heels. Part
of you was slightly worried, as you hadn’t been out too much since your
breakdown with Sam. Being happy with yourself in the comfort of your own
home was far easier than being happy with yourself out in the real
world. The world that would bombard you with billboards, movies, pretty
girls walking down the street, waitresses flirting with Dean, and so
You paused and took a deep breath. You would do this
for Dean. He loved you, and he wanted to take you on a date. Once you
were a bit more calm, you moved towards the library, where you assumed
that you’d find him. Biting your lip, you stopped in the doorway.
looked up and his breath hitched. Dean’s back was to you, so he turned
and the look he had on his face made you blush and look down. “I’m
ready.” You told him, tucking some hair behind your ear.
baby.” He smiled, getting out of his chair. He was in dark slacks, a
dark blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the top
couple buttons left undone. “You look amazing.”
“Thank you.” You smiled up at him. “You don’t look half bad yourself.” You teased him, making him chuckle.
closer, he kissed you gently. “Come on, let’s go on our date.” His
fingers laced with yours before the two of you gave Sam a small wave.
“Don’t wait up, Sammy.” Dean smirked, making you slap his chest lightly.