so here is a close up

As much as I am grateful to have finally gotten Ymir’s backstory, there’s still something that’s got me curious and I can’t let go of: her titan form. Many people have noted her resemblance to the devil figure in the myth, both seen in Frieda’s book and the one Grisha’s father had.

I can’t readily brush this off as a coincidence. There was so much focus on her speculated relation to Ymir Fritz that her resemblance to the devil here got put on the back-burner. 

There’s another peculiar matter that once received plenty of attention in the past: her resemblance to the titans of Zeke, Grisha, and Eren.

Now we know Zeke is indeed closely related to Grisha and Eren, and for the longest time I thought Ymir would also have some relation to the Jaegers, if distant. But there hasn’t been any blatant evidence pointing to that lately. She never knew what her family name was, which at least opens up that possibility. 

Now, I have an absurd idea on how both these points relate: Ymir, Grisha, Zeke, and Eren are all direct descendants of the devil – the one from the legend of Ymir Fritz.

That isn’t to say all these characters are meant to be evil or something simple like that. After all, there is no absolute good or evil in this story. It’s more about their tendency to upset the status quo and act as keys to the story. At face value, that doesn’t have a direct relation to the role of the devil, but it takes some explaining. 

I had been thinking of this particular interview with Isayama, where he referenced the epic poem Paradise Lost when discussing the role of the Colossal Titan as the God of the SnK world. Living in heaven meant perpetual happiness, but was also considered living as a slave to God. It’s clear how this notion relates to the SnK world: the people in the walls live contently in their own world, but it’s not something to be celebrated. The narrative frames that complacency in a negative light. Eren infamously referred to this style of living as being the same as cattle. They are ruled by the titans. The Colossal Titan isn’t the only godlike being – the 145th Fritz King is called that in story by Rod Reiss, along with any of the royals who held the Progenitor’s power over the years. Everyone’s freedom was restricted because the king chose not to fight and hid away in his own utopia, where he took the people’s memories…on an island called Paradis.

In the same interview, Isayama stated that those who chose to go outside the safety of the walls are the ones who have chosen freedom. They go into hell willingly rather than being confined to the king’s bastardized version of heaven. In Paradise Lost, those that chose the freedom of hell were called devils. From this perspective, being called a devil means you’re willing to fight rather than be complacent with the unjust world. They are the ones who initiate drastic change, even if it means causing chaos. 

With that in mind, being a direct descendant of the devil symbolizes that ideology. The likes of Zeke, Grisha, Eren, and Ymir all act(ed) as keys which resulted in significant changes affecting the direction of the story. That isn’t to say they are the only ones that have done so, but this is specifically about them and their relation to the devil. Whatever that devil was, anyway.

Change isn’t always great, though. The devil in the legend gave Ymir Fritz the power to turn into a titan, and everyone of the same race as her had their biology altered to be able to do the same. After her death, the ensuing chaos for nearly 2000 years using that power was hardly anything good. 

For that reason, Zeke is an interesting case. He isn’t on the side of the protagonists, so he isn’t fighting for their freedom. However, he is furious about the way of life in the walls that the king dictated. He, too, doesn’t approve of the king’s ideology to hide away from the world in a so-called utopia. There’s only disdain for those he perceives as being unimaginative and unchanging in their ways.

He’s at a crossroads of sorts, because he would be a direct descendant of both the devil and the Fritz line. The former represents chaos and change, while the latter is order and stagnation. Both of those can be for better or for worse, as seen with the king’s way of living in peace. Zeke’s got the chaotic part down, but he has no desire the help the Eldians. He’s gone with the Marleyan belief that these people must be wiped out. Even the 145th Fritz king believed his own people deserved to perish. 

I’m personally a big supporter of the idea that Zeke will eventually help out Eren to use the coordinate, and recognize that his disdain for all Eldians is flawed. He wants to end the cursed history, but his way of doing so would only perpetuate the cycle of violence and revenge that’s been happening since the death of Ymir Fritz. 

There’s also something amusing about Ymir, a descendant of the devil, falling in love with Historia, a descendant of the Fritz (I’m going back to the idea that Reiss = Fritz). Two bloodlines that symbolize completely different ideologies. The world is funny that way.

Complicated (Epilogues)

Summary: Life was good. You had your boyfriend Cedric and best friend Oliver. But what happens when hidden feelings come to light?

Setting: Okay this all takes place during Sorcerer’s Stone, but I changed things around a bit so Oliver is a 5th year, Y/N and Cedric are 4th years (canon they’d be 3rd but for the sake of it I changed it a little)

Notes: These were meant to go up yesterday guys I’m sorry, but anyways here are some little blurbs to close out the series! All the positive feedback you guys have given me has been amazing, and I’m so happy you guys have liked it!!

Tagging: @idfkalina @thisisthelilith @icat8 @magical-spit @sarcasticdorkk

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Cedric

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Spending time away from Cedric reminded you why you fell in love with the boy in the first place. He is intelligent, funny, and one of the most caring people you know. Even while you both agreed to some distance you noticed him in the halls or in class, always glancing over you to make sure you’re alright.

He’d always told you that he would do anything for you. Drop whatever he’s doing and be there to support you, and you know you would do the same for him. Cedric was your first love, the one to truly showed you what it felt like to be in love. You still love him, and you know that’s not going to change.

“Cedric!” You find him in the hallway, talking to a friend who leaves so you can talk to Cedric. You run up to him and throw your arms around his neck, exhaling deeply as you feel the familiar comfort of his arms slowly wrapping around your body.

“Y/N,” he says with a small laugh. “What’s going on?”

“I love you,” you lean back and look up at him, grinning broadly. “And I’m sorry about this past week, I’m sorry I ever doubted anything,” you start rambling, and Cedric cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours.

“Y/N, I don’t mind. It’s a lot to deal with, I just want you to be sure,” he scans your eyes, searching for any sign of doubt. You smile softly, knowing that Cedric would give up his happiness for yours if you wanted to be with someone else.

“I couldn’t be any more certain,” you smile, before crashing your lips into his again.


Oliver

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As much as you loved Cedric, you couldn’t deny your new feelings for Oliver. You just needed a push to realize what you felt for your best friend was more than just friendship: it was love. The way your heart picks up pace when you’re around him, your breath catching in your throat when he pulls you in for a crushing hug after a quidditch match.

Oliver was there for you through everything. Helping you whenever you needed it without being prompted to. He didn’t tell you how he felt, not wanting to disrupt your relationship, when you had been so happy with Cedric. He had sat by, watching you fall in love, helping you through every stumble and fight with your boyfriend even when it hurt him to do so.

There was nothing you couldn’t share with Oliver, the two of you had the type of connection people spend their lives searching for. Someone who know you better than you know yourself, and loves you for everything you are.

You just didn’t recognize what you felt for Oliver as love. It was the kind that sneaks up on you, feelings concealing themselves as something else before a nudge unearths their true nature.

You find Oliver in the Gryffindor common room, busy drawing up quidditch strategies in a notebook.

“Hey Ollie,” you call out to him, leaning against a doorframe. He glances up, recognizing your voice anywhere.

“Y/N, what’s up?”

“I broke up with Cedric,” you sigh, moving to sit next to him on the couch.

“Why? How are you both taking it?” Oliver’s full attention is on you now, the quidditch notes long forgotten.

“It’s hard, but he understands. Thinking about things made me realize I love someone more, and Cedric and I staying together just hurts us all.”

“W-What does that mean, exactly?” You turn to face him, not believing how he hasn’t gotten the message yet.

“It means I love you too, you idiot.”

Unconditional (Part 8) *slight smut*

Fandom: Celebrities
Pairing: Reader x Sebastian Stan
Words: 1, 248
Warnings: smut in the beginning, also maybe annoyance? maybe even sadness. 
Request: yes or no
Inspired By:
Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 
A/N: here is part 8 I apologize for it being up late. also there is slight smut in the beginning like right smack in the beginning! so to avoid that just scroll down about nine paragraphs to avoid the smut :) that is all.
Tags: @almondbuttercup @oldschoolcalifornia @sailorchibimoonunicorn

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Late Night Bus

(Hux x Reader)

prompt:  I fell on the bus and stopped myself from face-planting by putting my hand out. on your crotch

@nekodemon73 @kumpmk @lj-laufeypevensieweasley


The bus was almost empty, like every night you took that line back from work. People got on and off until only you and the guy standing near the exit are left. He always intrigued you, red hair, dressed in a suit and a cold, dark stare lingering in his eyes. You often thought about what he was doing here. Did he work dressed like that? A party maybe? But then again you saw him every night. The term ‘serial killer’ looking for his prey crossed your mind but you quickly shook that thought from your mind. There was still a 10 minute walk ahead of you and scaring yourself over nothing had always been an incredible talent of yours.  

The bus gets close to your stop, so you stand up and walk towards the doors. Not having expected the sudden halt the bus makes in front of a red traffic light, you fall over and try to catch a hold of anything to prevent you from crashing face first into the ground.  

With your knees on the ground, you look up at the man you had previously been watching. Your hand was placed right on his crotch and you let out a strangled gasp when you realize it. You were going to apologize but he was kneeling right next to you on the ground a second later, leaving you no room to even get one word out. He had mesmerizing eyes that made you unable to look away.  

“The next time your hand moves down there, you better be ready to finish the job.” He smirks barely visible as your mouth drops open, leaving you still speechless.  

He takes your arm and pulls both of you off the ground. His hand never leaves you and when you’re back on your feet, he spins you around. Your back is pressed against his front, hands grabbing your waist. You draw in a deep breath as you feel his erection pressing into your ass. Trying to move away would have been the smart choice, after all he was a complete stranger, though somehow he manage to turn you on just as much as he was.  

“You shouldn’t stare so much at strangers on the bus…someone might take it as an invitation and…do something bad to you.” His low, rumbling voice went straight to your core, making you tense in his arm. You press your thighs together and he chuckles when he feels you shifting around in his arms.  

“Your stop.” He whispers into your ear, his arms losing their grip so you can slip out of them. He gives you a gentle push when you don’t move away immediately, directing you towards the opening door.  

The cold night air hits your flushed face as you step outside, though it could do nothing against the loudly beating heart in your chest. You turn around, looking at the now closed bus doors. The guy gives you a little wave, smugness all over his face before you lose sight of him as the bus keeps moving away.  

Your way home had just gotten a million times more interesting…and potentially dangerous.

achievementhuntersrage  asked:

"You're so cute when you're half asleep like this" with Ryan or Jeremy?

“Ryan, what are you doing you weirdo?” you laughed as your eyes slowly adjusted to the morning light only to find your husband staring at you.

“I was watching you sleep,” he explained.

“Yeah. From the other side of the bed. Nowhere near me. Come here,” you waved him over.

Ryan smiled and scooted close to you. Playing with your hair instantly. It was only mere minutes before he had you drifting. Your eye blinked slowly, ready to sleep again.

“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this,” Ryan commented.

“And you’re so strange watching me like this,” you laughed again then leaned up to kiss his jaw. “But I love you.”

Okay, but picture this:

Victor and Yuuri living together in Russia, going to the same rink to practice. One fateful day, Victor “forgets” to do laundry so Yuuri is stuck wearing one of Victor’s ridiculously tight V-neck shirts. Yuuri “accidentally” sleeps through his early morning alarm and shows up late to practice wearing said T-Shirt and Victor can NOT stop staring at this sexy man and thanking the gods that this sexy man was his fiance. 

BONUS: Yurio growls every time the couple comes close to touching distance because the two of them, “are fucking gross, there are minors here! Go make goo-goo eyes at each other in a place where I am not”. 

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@entredormidaydespierta: ~One day I thought about the Boom guys meeting again Cream, Rouge and Shadow to go to a “holiday” at the beach after a few years, when they’re a little bit older. And I imagine how nice it would be to have Sonic and Amy hanging around without the others just for an evening, they both actually knowing what they feel for each other but still unconfessed. And just…in a moment they look at each other (instead of the sunset) and share their first kiss. You can always include moments of all the guys together or not, as you wish :)~

Here it is, even though it took so long. Hope you like it!

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Amy sat on the edge of the cliff, the ocean breeze blowing gently through her quills. Her legs were drawn up close to her as she rested her chin on her knees and looked out into the distance. The sun slowly sank toward the horizon in front of her, turning everything around her orange. She could faintly hear the sounds of her friends playing on the beach below.

For a two-day vacation, Amy felt like the beach house was the perfect place to go. Sure, she and her friends went to the beach all the time, but staying in a huge house near coast, plus knowing Eggman wouldn’t be bothering them since they had recently foiled his latest scheme, made it all better.

She glanced down to the beach, seeing her friends finally heading back to the house. Shadow and Rouge walked ahead of the others as they talked amongst themselves. Probably about G.U.N. business, Amy imagined. Tails, Cream, Sticks, and Knuckles trailed behind them, though the jungle badger and guardian were arguing about something while the younger two of the group watched and tried not to laugh.

Amy smiled down at them, but her lips soon fell to a frown. Something was missing…

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Gladiolus Amicitia x Reader

Here we go. Forgive me if there’s typos or anything, because I wrote this on my phone, it’s nearly 2am, and I’ve been fighting a headache for hours. Let me know if there’s anything I need to fix and I’ll whip out my laptop tomorrow to fix it up!

@chocobro-daydreams since you wanted to see this 😘

Your eyes were closed to the damp, dark night, and with each breath that brought the cool air into your lungs, you felt more and more at peace. The midsummer sun had lowered itself behind the tree line ages ago, leaving no sign of its previous appearance in the sky, and it brought with it a feeling of deliverance, so to speak.

All morning, Gladio had insisted, or rather pleaded with puppy eyes, upon exploring the expanse of wilderness surrounding the cabin, so all afternoon the two of you were left sweltering under the burning sun while mapping out the countless trails in the valley. You could still smell the sweat lingering on your burned skin. Your nose wrinkled at this. A shower sounded welcoming, but it seemed that wouldn’t happen anytime soon because either there was a blockage from not being used in quite a while or something with the whole set up was entirely broken.

Currently, Gladio labored away in the bathroom, tinkering with whatever tools he found in the cabinets to see if he could get the water running properly. He promised that he could at least do that for his princess, although he couldn’t promise that the water would be hot.

Opening your eyes, you sighed and let your fingers trail over the rough wood stairs you sat on. Being clean was nice, but not necessary at the moment. The two of you were both rather sweaty and disgusting from your adventures, so you might as well be disgusting together.

But, he insisted.

A smile crept onto your lips as you traced overtop the little patterns in the wood and gazed out at the fireflies that had emerged from the tree line. Gladio would honestly drop anything for you, and you adored that about him. His undying love and loyalty. But, damn it, you wished he would take some time for himself and join you out on the deck. The scenery was gorgeous, almost too much so for words to do it any justice. Beyond the stairs was a wide gravel path that curved its way through the forest and back to the main road miles away, and the Regalia sat parked off to the side. A small meadow of tall grasses and summer wild flowers populated the opposite side of the drive, and gradually sloped gently to the sandy bank of a slow-moving creek.

The creek.

Suddenly, that seemed like a much better option than listening to the occasional curses coming from within the cabin, though Gladio had been quiet for quite some time now. Smirking slightly, you admitted to yourself that practicality wasn’t the only reason bathing in the creek with Gladio was such an excellent idea.

It didn’t matter how long the two of you had been a couple; The thought of him stripped of his clothes beneath the night sky caused your cheeks to burn.

“God damn it,” You hissed to yourself, suddenly even more impatient that before. “Hurry up Gladio.”

Ten minutes passed, or maybe more? Your shoulder rested against the deck railing, and with each passing moment creeping further into the night, you grew weary of waiting. While the sun had vanished, the humidity in the air still left you feeling particularly sticky, and that can only be tolerable for so long before it expand dreadfully miserable.

Suddenly, a huge crash from within the cabin jolted you from your sluggishness, almost causing you to crack your head directly off of the wooden beam. It sounded as if dozens and dozens of metal tools had just clattered to the floor individually. Silence followed.

Then, “FUCK.” Gladio swore as another violent crash sounded, but this time caused directly by him chucking the tools back into a cabinet.

Immediately, you snorted and buried your face in your hands. Oh my god, Gladio. To hear him lose his composure over a freaking shower was hilarious. His footsteps grew louder, coming towards the door, and you tried to stifle your laughter before he opened it and made a scene for laughing at him, but you couldn’t hide the ridiculously guilty smile on your face. Honestly, you looked a bit like Prompto after he made an awful pun and was trying not to laugh at himself.

Wordlessly, Gladio sat down beside you, shirtless, barefooted, and covered in more sweat than during your hike earlier. You’d be drooling over him if not for the laughter you were trying to contain. When he continued to say nothing, you teased him, “Sounds like you were having fun.”

His dark eyes turned to you wistfully. “Amicitia’s are not meant to be plumbers. I would rather take on the Archaeon himself than do that again.”

You knew Gladio wasn’t as riled up over it as he seemed, but he was definitely disappointed that he couldn’t get it working for you. Playfully, you punched his thigh and drawled, “Oh, come on, a shower or the Archaeon? That’s a pretty bold claim, or that’s one tough fucking shower.”

Finally, his face broke into a grin. “It’s one helluva shower. Don’t know how long it’s been since someone used it,” Then, it softened to reveal his disappointment. “But it doesn’t look like we’ll be using it. Sorry, princess.”

Gently, you rested your palm on his leg and rubbed little circles with your thumb. “That’s alright, you did your best.” You paused, biting your lip as you turned to face him. One hand rested upon his tattooed shoulder while the other laid on his chest. “I have a better idea anyway.”

A smirk formed from your lips as Gladio raised an eyebrow inquisitively. His arms enveloped your waist, pulling you closer against his warm skin, but you quickly smacked his hands away. “Someone’s feisty,” The timbre of his voice lowered; he leaned closer, his lips barely brushing against your ear as he murmured, “Do I have to teach you how to behave?”

You almost whined in response. Almost. You fought to ignore the way your body so quickly began to ache for him, and instead trailed your fingertips down his chest. Down, down, with feathery touches across his abdomen. Gladio’s skin shivered beneath your touch. Your fingers danced along the waistband of his pants, daring to go closer, but not committing to it. Mimicking him, you grinned, “Do I have to teach you how to behave?”

His lips parted to reply, but he inhaled sharply at the feeling of your hand suddenly grabbing him through his pants.

In a flash, you wiggled out of his embrace and darted down the stairs, giggling mischievously at the star struck expression he wore. Gladio blinked. “What the hell??”

You stood, a smiling figure illuminated by the light seeping from the cabin windows, and curled your finger at him, “Come here, big boy.” You pulled your shirt from over your head, and before your hands had even moved to unbutton your shorts, Gladio had nearly sprung up from the stairs. He moved swiftly, discarding his pants faster than you could remove your own.

“Oh, you’re gonna get it now!” His arms swept beneath your legs, picking you off the ground and slinging you over his shoulder. He started for the water, and you began to squeal.

He was going to throw you in, the motherfucker.

You had wanted to go in the water, but not like this, oh HELL no. His feet touched the water and sloshed as he walked further out. You pounded your fists on his back to no avail. “No, no, no, no, GLADIO NO-”

“In you go!” He laughed loud and heartily as he dumped you over his shoulders, plunging deep beneath the cool water for only a few moments.

You wished you had breached the surface like one of those graceful models from those beach photo shoots, but frankly, you looked more like something vomited up from the bottom of the ocean. The water pasted your hair to your face, and it stuck in your mouth and in all the places it didn’t belong.

God damn, was Gladio having a good time cackling at you. His hand was over his stomach, head tilted back, laughing at your pitiful appearance just floating in the creek like some resident monster. “Listen, Gladdy? Get in here and fight me. It’s WAR now.” You threatened while trying to slick your hair back so you could see.

“I’ll come in, but I’m not fighting you.” He sauntered forward, deeper into the water where you hovered with a pouty expression. As soon as he was within reach, you splashed water up his entire front. Gladio extended his arms as an invitation, “Make love, not war?”

You could play this out all night. Dramatically, you flipped your messy hair back across your eyes, stuck out your leg and put your foot on his chest to stop his advances. “None shall pass unless a champion comes to slay the great-”

Halfway through your monologue, Gladio chuckled, “Nah.” In one fluid move, he grabbed your leg and tipped you over backwards beneath the water again.

He had a death wish.

When you emerged, Gladio’s arms immediately captured you and pulled you to his chest. “The legendary monster has been defeated.” Softly, his lips placed a kiss on top of your head.

Your plan didn’t go as planned. At all. “Fight me.”

He placed another kiss on your forehead when you looked up at him. “You’re ridiculous.” He joked, a wide smile tugging at his lips as you stuck your tongue out at him. “I love you.”

“You love me? That explains why you dumped me headfirst into the water.” You pursed your lips, challenging him.

Although, with the way his gaze softened, you could tell that he wouldn’t joke about his feelings for you. Those were serious. Gladio pressed his forehead to yours, eyes taking in every detail of how you looked from the curve of your jaw, to the shape of your lips, to the color of your eyes with the stars above reflected in them. “I do love you. More than anyone or anything I’ve ever known.”

Your heart faltered as it did every time he said those words. How could you have gotten so lucky? “I know you do,” You smiled softly and pressed your lips briefly against his. “I love you, too.”

He held you against him for seemingly forever, peppering kisses across your cheeks and neck, lingering there longer with his lips pressed against your pulse, and his hands might have begun to wander, but he made no move to abandon the water for the cabin or even just the shore. “Gladio,” you sighed and tugged at the edge of his the boxers he still wore. “Inside. Now.”

You felt his lips smirk against your skin. “The shower’s broken, but the bed isn’t…yet.”

“You’re terrible.”

Sometimes

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this, the end is kinda stupid but I didn’t wan tit to be the same as always so….Feedback is appreciated 

Pairing: Sebastian x Reader

Description: Your relationship with Sebastian is based off of Ariana Grande’s ‘Dangerous Woman’

Warnings: Language, Philophobia

Word Count: 1420

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Everyday 

I’ve never been so caught up, still so into I never thought I’d be here, should’ve turned to dust

I honestly don’t think that out of the relationships I’ve been in I’ve never been so in love. It kind of scares me because the last time I was remotely close to loving someone this much I got hurt but I’m hoping, I’m praying that through all the breakups I went through Sebastian was by my side through them all whether they were real or not but I just want to believe that he won’t break my heart or hurt me in any type of way. 

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anonymous asked:

Okay, perhaps I was not clear in what I said. I do stand up and I am more than willing to shut down anyone with a closed mind and open mouth, regardless of the pigmentation of my skin, or theirs. What I am trying to convey here is that bc the majority of white people are disgraceful and disgusting towards poc, there seems to have been a bridge burnt and communication fails left, right and centre. I use my white privilege and try to help but I can't say anything to a woc about it without it being

about white guilt

So your issue is that you speak up for people of color and get no praise for it?
Do you know how dumb you sound?

elisalon  asked:

Hi, I am soon receiving my first bjd pet in need of a face up: a flying pig Voador in white. I am considering to work on it myself and would like some silver color on it- it is going to be a space pig XD have you ever silt gilt a doll? Do you have any recommendations what to use? Thank you for your help in advance! Love your doll group! 💖

Oh!! Congrats on your incoming Voador! I’m very excited for you—love your space pig concept, too. :D

While I haven’t gilted a doll, I made my SOOM Pyrol’s horn silver using a combination of metallic paint and Jacquard Pearl Ex powder. I’m assuming a similar technique could be applied to a full pig, heh.

Some photos for you (including an extreeeeeeeme horn close-up so you can see the texture):

If that’s similar to the look you’re hoping to achieve, here’s what I did:

1. Seal the resin using your sealant of choice (MSC, etc.).
2. Once dry, apply a super thin layer of metallic paint. You’ll want to work in small sections because…
3. While the paint is STILL WET, sprinkle a small amount of Pearl Ex powder on top. This is the messy part, because you’ll need to rub the Pearl Ex around with your fingers. (That’s what I did, anyway.) This helped me create an even layer of shimmer as well as the texture I hoped to achieve.
4. Allow paint to dry then repeat on other sections. You may need to add more than one layer of Pearl Ex.
5. Seal.
6. Gloss if you want extra shine. (I did not gloss my centaur’s horn.)

This is just the method I used—I’m not a pro by any means so there is probably a better method out there somewhere. ^^;

I should note that spraying sealant may cause the Pearl Ex to disperse.

Alternatively you could mix Pearl Ex directly with acrylic gloss. I’ve done that for face-ups (to make metallic lipstick, etc.) and it worked. I didn’t do that for the above horn because I wanted a pewter look/texture.

The Pearl Ex pigment I used above was Antique Silver, btw.

I hope this helps you!!! Thank you for your kind words on my crew, too. I hope to see your space pig on my dash!! :D

–Mint

Don't You Worry

Hey there, little one.
Yes, I am talking to you.
You may not be so little on the outside,
But with this love, I can definitely see through.

I’m talking to the little girl that is so worried and filled with scares, the one just trying to hold back the tears.

I want you to know, it’s all going to be okay,
I know our hearts sometimes try to self decay,
But I’ll be here to heal you up, so stay.

Please don’t run away, from my arms held open wide, the pain inside will surely subside.
You’ll always have a shoulder of mine to sink in and cry.

You wonder why?

It’s because I love you, even if it’s so hard to believe. I appreciate your whole body, existence, even down to the smallest things.

I’ll keep you close so you can hear this faint beat, there’s no one in this world I’d rather seek.

Don’t be afraid if you think you may bring me down to my feet, because I know, if we’re together there’s nothing we can’t beat.

I’ll hold you for hours on end, if that’s only thing you want, I’ll act like a dork!

Like that silly comic san font!

I’ll kiss you one billion times a million,
I’ll wrap around you like a silly reptilian.

So, don’t you worry, even if you feel like you’re all alone, because…

You’ll always have in my heart, a place called home.

Nickel, cozy and fast asleep, was waken up by someone’s voice.
“Nickel?…” the voice spoke.
Nickel gave a tired, and somewhat grumpy, sounding groan, “ehh, wha- who…who is that?”
“Oh, sorry. It’s me, Baseball..”
Nickel bounced awake, “oh!… uhm, what exactly are you doing here…?”
Baseball hesitated a little and sat down, “Its silly to wake you up for this. But I was wondering if you could, uhm, do something for me? Or I should probably say,,, WITH me.”
Nickel sat up and smirked, “ooohoho, I knooow what you mean~” he got up close to Baseball, “if you want to do something like that, you should just straight up say so.”
Baseball blushed lightly, “Would you really?”
Nickel moved closer to the point of touching bodies and rubbed his lower body gently onto Baseball’s one time as a small tease, “Of course~”
Baseball was feeling sexually sensitive at the moment and reacted warmly to the small rub, “eheh.. could you, uh, do that again? And, repeat it? Heh.”
Nickel smiled and gave a deeper, slower rub, “This?~”
Baseball smiled and moved his legs apart, “y-yea.”
So Nickel continued to do the motions, to please Baseball. Each trust was slow, long and warm. With each one, the area got more heated, mostly because of the warm puffs of breath and just the body heat, itself. Baseball’s closed his eyes, and started sweating, “heh, this is very good…”
Nickel smiled at his comment.
It wasn’t much longer before Baseball started to become erect. Nickel stopped for a second to look at it slip out of Baseball, “And now I can really be affective~”
Nickel opened his mouth and started licking it. He licked all over, but spent the most warm, wet licks for the tip. He slowly brushed his wet tongue against the top, and saliva ran down the side of it. This got Nickel to erect, just the thought of how Baseball felt, “Let’s see how long you can go with trying not to blow.” Nickel suggested.
Baseball once again blushed.. Nickel grabbed a vibrator, and attached it to Baseball’s member. Turned it on, and gave him a devilish look. “Now I want you to fuck me.” he demanded. Nickel turned around and got ready. Baseball smiled and slowly trusted into Nickel, not all the way, then trusted out with a moan. Him and Nickel started sweating. A few liquids drooled out, but not completely. After a few small trust, Baseball decided to go in all the way. Baseball’s size was more to take in, but Nickel loved it. He started quivering at the pleasure. Nickel was sweating then ended up cumming. Baseball was moaning pretty hard, finally he couldn’t hold back anymore, and let loose. He shot up inside of Nickel, and the liquid leaked out, and got everywhere. He popped out of Nickel, “eheh…thank you, Nickel.”

2

ITS 12AM HERE IM NOT LATE SO MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY VICTOR’S BDAY AS WELL there are the bois hanging out on ice rink near MEGA in Almaty! even thought people in Kazakhstan and Russia dont celebrate xmas on december 25th, lets assume they’re just having fun together this day <3 

hope everyone is having good time and happy holidays!!

also important close up: these two

I’m scared to like anyone. Because I end up getting attached. Knowing that you may be here now but one day you will be gone. Just that single thought scares me along with tons of “what if’s”. It’s as if I could go to sleep knowing you’re mine and wake up knowing I probably won’t hear from you ever again. I just don’t want to get so close and then end up being broken.
—  Cancer, Taurus, Capricorn, Libra

I must be the last person in this fandom to realize this but holy shit. They literally used the same tagline for season 4. They straight-up stole the tagline of a movie famous for its alternate endings.

They’re trolling the world. No wonder this screening was so early. No wonder they’re chilling right now as spoilers leak left and right, after they kept setlock under such close watch, after they had some reviews with the minorest of spoilers deleted, after Sue put entire countries in the basement. They want those spoilers out here right now.

The next three days are going to be incredible. 

Learning how to draw the whole gang slowly but surely. Here’s a little Keyleth on very bad paper

Love me like love is more than just a word. Make it action, make it choice, make it commitment. Don’t try to be perfect. Don’t try to love me perfectly because you are not perfect and neither am I, some days we will crash and burn but it’s whether or not we escape from the wreckage that matters. So when we have those arguments that make peace seem like a distant memory, take the time you need to cool off but make sure you come back.
Motivate me. I’ve always been quite the dreamer, but some days the world gets the best of me. My body keeps moving but everything else feels dead, and everything including you feels further away than it should be. When that happens, pull me close. Tell me that you’re here, tell me that there’s more to live for, call it soul to soul resuscitation. Bring me back to you.
Don’t give up on understanding me. I know that on most days my mind is more like a really messy bedroom and finding sense in all of the chaos may prove to be difficult but please, don’t stop trying. Keep talking, keep asking questions, refuse to get tired. See, I know a lot of words. I know temporary. I know brief, short-lived, fleeting. I don’t quite get the word stay. It tastes weird on my tongue, probably because I’m more used to people doing the opposite. I guess that’s why I’m always prepared to write goodbye poems, and why I’ll be expecting you to leave once you see the person behind all of this poetry. Please, don’t go. Prove me wrong. Stay.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh // How I desire to be loved.