so i had to upload it again

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A collection of all the FFXV phone wallpapers I’ve made 

Feel free to use for whatever ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ

Newt Scamander X Reader – Only Friend Part 1 of 3

Description – The reader meets Newt in their first year at Hogwarts and their friendship goes through the years at school.

A/N – I was up at 5AM with this in my head and I finished it at 10AM but then I had to go to work so I couldn’t upload it till now. 8 pages long, so proud. I’m thinking of doing a part 2 with the ball itself, what do y’all think?

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Link to Part 2 - http://writeyouin.tumblr.com/post/153880534952/newt-scamander-x-reader-only-friend-part-2

Link to Part 3 - http://writeyouin.tumblr.com/post/154508514882/newt-scamander-x-reader-only-friend-part-3-of-3


First Year

Your heavy bag weighed you down as you pelted down yet another identical hallway to your next Charms class. If you didn’t hurry, then you would most certainly be late once again and that was something that you really couldn’t afford right now. You constantly tried to be a good student but with all the moving staircases, trick doors, and such, it really didn’t take much to disorient a clumsy student such as yourself.

As time marched forward, you pressed on, struggling to keep pace as you ran out of breath. It was when you ran around a corner that you slammed into another student. Both his books and yours skidded across the stone floor.

“S-sorry.” The boy stuttered, hurrying to reach his scattered notes with shaking hands.

“No, it was my fault, I’m sorry.” You apologised, helping gather everything up, no longer caring if you were late to your lesson; you had always been raised to believe that if you created a mess then you should stop and help fix it.

The boy couldn’t find the words to respond. Nobody had ever apologised to him before, mainly because they all found him to be weird. It surely meant that you didn’t know who he was then because no one in their right mind would apologise to the “Freak of Hogwarts” Newt Scamander.

You looked down to his books, the main titles were ones such as, “The Heroism of Killing a Creature” by Vladimir Greystock, “The Only Uses of Animal Parts” by Henrietta Bagmiles, and “The Trapping of Magical Creatures” by Elie & Brunhilda Gardham.

“Jeez, that’s a lotta books about killing creatures. Why do you want to hunt them so badly?”

Newt was taken aback by the question, it meant that unlike the other students, you really didn’t know who he was or about his interest in preserving the lives of magical creatures, “I- I don’t. I-it’s just that the material on magical c-creatures is somewhat sparse and the only people who know w-where they are do so b-because they h-hunt them. I-I-I’m going to change that.”

It was only after the bold statement that Newt lost his little confidence again, he was awaiting the taunting laughter, name calling, or some other such manner of teasing; perhaps a hex or jelly-legs jinx of some form.

“Wow,” you beamed a toothy grin, “That’s really cool. I’m (Y/N).”

You stuck out your hand, Newt recoiled momentarily, wary of some new form of prank. You waited patiently and after about a minute he gently grasped your hand, you shook it heartily. For a fleeting second Newt dared to look you in the eye, he was astounded when he found your gaze to hold no malice or contempt, just genuine happiness that he had shook your hand.

“So, do you have a name or am I stuck to calling you new friend?”

“F-friend?”

“Yep, we shook on it, didn’t we?”

“R-right. I’m Newt Scamander.”

“Newt? That’s a funny name.”

“F-funny?”

“Yeah, I like it though. Muggles don’t have names like that, but I’m finding that a lot of witches and wizards have great names like that.”

“You’re muggle-born?”

You nodded, unashamed, despite some of the mean comments you had received due to your heritage; it seemed that you were one of only a small handful of muggle students, perhaps that would one day change.

“It’s okay though,” You beamed with pride, “because I’m in Hufflepuff and they haven’t had much to say about it. Hey, check out your tie, I guess you’re in Hufflepuff too. How come I haven’t seen you in the common room before?”

“Oh, I um, I usually spend time in the l-library. S-so who bullies you? Is it the S-slytherins?”

“Hmm, no, not in particular. It’s mostly Gryffindors, I guess all that bravery gives them something to hide behind. We’ll see how they hide from a good hit in the nose though, see ‘em try to magic their way out of that. Say, are we going to just sit on the floor and talk or are we going to head somewhere comfier? How about the common room?”

Newt swallowed, he had never had a friend, not even one in his own house. If you were truly his friend then surely, he could confide something, albeit something small, other things would come later, “I don’t f-find the common room to be all that c-comfortable.”

“Oh… Well how about the owlery? Since you like animals so much. I’d say the paddock but I’m not supposed to be seen right now, seeing how I’m accidentally missing class right now, never mind though. Better to ask forgiveness than permission.”

“Okay… The owlery then.”


Second Year

It had taken almost an entire year but Newt finally stopped stuttering around you. Mostly. To say he had a small crush on you would be an understatement. He adored the way you listened to all his ramblings, even when they just tapered off into a comfortable silence. Then there was the way you always remained loyal to him despite what the others told you about his strange ways, although he wished you weren’t so confrontational about it. Once someone had cursed him with a spell that made him trip into the mud whenever he tried to walk. By the time you found him, there was quite a crowd gathered and you had received a detention for punching the boy who had done it as well as throwing his wand into the lake; it took the teaches quite the effort to convince the merpeople to give it back. Another thing that added to Newt’s adoration of you was the many times you’d covered for him with the other teachers; Newt would often wander into the Forbidden Forest until the late hours of the night, it was at these times that you would create some excuse of where he really was or what he was doing.

As a way of thanks, Newt had taken you to the Forbidden Forest more than once to show you some of the creatures he had met. On occasion, you would help him build nests for the various unusual creatures that inhabited it. You even sometimes helped write notes on the creatures’ behaviours and lifestyles.

Newt couldn’t tell you his feelings of course. If he did that would surely be the end of him. He expected that a hole would appear on the ground to swallow him up; after all, stranger things had been known to happen.

“Newt?” You approached him in the owlery, disrupting his many wonderings.

“(Y/N)!” He squeaked, falling off the wall he had been perched on.

You snickered, offering a hand to help your fallen comrade.

“W-what are you doing here?”

“I looked for you in the paddock but you weren’t there so I rushed over here instead.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re my friend and today’s super important.”

“It is?”

You eyed up Newt incredulously, “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”

“Forgotten what?”

You shook your head in disbelief, then pulled a card out of your cloak, “Happy Birthday Newt.” You rejoiced loudly, sending a couple of the owls into a panicked frenzy.

Fresh tears hit the back of Newt’s eyes as he took the card with tentative hands. He never made much of a fuss on his birthday since nobody else did, you on the other hand had been planning the day for months, awaiting it with eager anticipation.

“Come on, open it, open it, open it.” You bounced up and down on the spot.

Newt did and found a card with a Beagle puppy in a party hat with a colourful ‘Happy Birthday’ at the top. The inside had a crudely drawn stick figure with the word ‘Bowtruckle’ written next to it, followed by lots of X’s.

“(Y/N)…” Newt was almost speechless. “It’s lovely, thank you. I-I think it’s broken though, the- the pictures aren’t moving.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s supposed to be like that. Muggle cards don’t move.”

“Oh, right.” Sometimes Newt tended to forget that you were muggle born, “Hey um, what are the X’s?”

“They’re kisses, silly.”

“K-Kisses!”

“Yep,” You continued, oblivious to the Newt’s growing panic, as well as the red spreading over his cheeks that wildly contrasted his ashy brown hair, “We put them in our cards when we’re friends or family with people. Don’t wizards do that?”

“I-I-I’m not entirely sure. I d-don’t often s-send cards.”

“Hey, you’re stuttering, are you okay? Oh, are you unwell?”

You placed your hand on Newt’s forehead. He backed up as far as he could against the wall, leaning as far as he could. “Come on Newt, stay still, you’re too tall for me to reach up there.” You pandered, “If you’re unwell it’s okay, we can go to the hospital wing.”

“I-I’m fine, I just liked the card, that’s all.” Newt’s voice was still fairly squeaky until you relented and backed off, giving him some room to breathe.

“Alright. Oh, I need to give you your gift.”

“Y-you got me a gift?”

“Of course I did, now close your eyes, I left it at the bottom of the stairs so you wouldn’t see it.”

Newt did as ordered while you hefted his gift up the spiral staircase. You set the gift down in front of him with a light thud. “I uh, couldn’t find anything to wrap it in,” You stated, “but you can open your eyes now.”

Once again, Newt followed your instruction. In front of him sat a brown suitcase. He reached out for it delicately, stroking the smooth leather in awe, “(Y/N), it’s beautiful.”

While Newt truly did find it to be the best thing he had ever received, he would have said the same thing about any item presented to him by you, even if it were just a leaf you liked; any gift from you was sure to be precious.

“That’s not the best part.” You twitched excitedly. “It’s enchanted, you can climb in it and everything. Not sure why you would, but you never know. It’s so you can travel like you wanted. I know you can’t really use it now but when you’re older you can go everywhere and have enough room to keep, like an entire house in there. There’s even a muggle mode so they won’t catch on.”

Newt looked up to you guiltily, “(Y/N)… Those kinds of enchantments don’t come cheap… How much did you-”

“Not another word Scamander, this is my gift to you – no returns or exchanges. The cost doesn’t matter.” You folded your arms to show that you meant it. It truly didn’t matter that you’d saved up for the better part of a year to buy him the gift, your logic being that you didn’t have any other friends to buy for since they avoided you because of Newt.

“Thank you (Y/N), thank you.”

Newt wanted to hug you for the thoughtful gift, instead he reached out, unsure of what to do, pulled back his hand temporarily, then settled for patting your shoulder awkwardly. You smiled brightly, as far as you were concerned Newt had practically jumped on you in his own way; any form of contact was his very own, anxious way of showing affection.


Third Year

Newt searched the castle grounds frantically for you. He had heard about a particularly rough interaction between you and another student over your muggle heritage and although the stories of what had happened changed between each passing student, one thing was for sure, you hadn’t come out on top.

“Excuse me. Pardon me. Please let me through.” Newt rushed past the milling students, searching over the tops of their heads in the hope of finding the merest glimpse of you.

“Oy, creature lover, looking for that filthy excuse of a date you have?” A Slytherin heckled, much to the delight of several other students.

Newt froze in front of the Slytherin, wishing that he could be braver or even simply look the other student in the eye, “(S)he’s not my- Never mind… W-where i-is (s)he?”

The student sneered, proceeding to take the mick out of Newt’s stutter, “T-t-try the b-b-b-broom closet where all the l-l-losers b-b-belong.”

Newt rushed to the nearest broom closet where he could hear you whimpering from within. The throng of students had since dispersed, each heading to their own classes.

“(Y/N), is that you in there?” Newt called through the door.

“Go away.” You yelled through a muffled sob.

“(Y/N), please come out. At least tell me what happened, please? I promise there’s no one else here, it’s just me.”

“No. Go away Newt. I don’t want to talk.”

“I’m not leaving (Y/N), not until you tell me what happened.”

There was a long pause before you answered. “I lied to you.”

“About what?”

“Every time I said it didn’t hurt when I got called names. Why does it even matter what my parents are? WHY DOES EVERYONE HATE MUGGLES?”

“… I don’t hate muggles. In fact, I think muggles are wonderful. (Y/N), I’ve seen you fight your way through three years of this, whatever’s happened now can’t be too bad really can it. Now come on, come out here.”

“I’m not coming out.”

“Then let me in.” The words came out as a frantic plea.

There was no sound for what felt to Newt like an eternity, during which he feared he had lost you. Then, much to his relief, he heard the latch click open. When Newt entered, he slammed the door behind him, locking it as promised. The second he saw your face he knew the reason you were so upset. Words such as ‘freak’, ‘pathetic’, ‘worthless’, and worst of all ‘mudblood’ were scrawled over every inch of your face with a scabbing spell; the resulting scabs leaving trails of blood mixed with tears down your previously smooth skin.

“Oh (Y/N).” Newt whispered, reaching out cautiously.

The gentle tone of his voice brought on a fresh bout of tears, you collapsed into his arms. Newt held you tightly against him, slowly lowering himself and you to the floor while you wept. For once in his life, Newt never had to wonder what to do or how to do it, the time spent with his animals had taught him to gently stroke your hair and whisper soothingly.

It was after that day that you allowed yourself to be more vulnerable around Newt, so long as it was just him. In those moments, Newt was always a natural at calming you down and cheering you up with various random facts.


Fourth Year

When the fourth year rolled in, the school announced that the fourth years and above would be taking part in a Christmas Ball.

Ever since the announcement students had flocked to their sweethearts to ask them out and in truth you yourself had received a few surprising invites; each of which you’d turned down in the hopes that Newt would ask you.

Newt had spent endless nights pacing around the empty common room thinking of ways he could ask you to the ball without stuttering or messing the thing up entirely. Should he ask you as a friend even though he wanted to be so much more? If he asked you would he be too scared to dance, to touch you? Would you kiss him? Would you punch him? Could he be bold? Was it wrong to ask by owl? There were simply too many unforeseen possibilities, too many questions. As such, he left it, convincing himself that he would ask you the next time he saw you; it was always ‘next time.’

The days rolled by, turning into weeks. Most students already had their dates, outfits, and entire evenings planned out and you were still alone, hanging your hopes on Newt. You had long since caught onto his crush on you, he was hardly subtle about it, and from your long time spent with him you definitely had feelings for him in return.

One week away from the ball you were lying awake in your dormitory when you heard a crash from the common room, followed by a muffled “Bugger.” You grinned, getting up from bed to find Newt; it was honestly a miracle that he hadn’t woke any of the other students or if he had then they didn’t care enough to check out the source of the sound.

When you reached the common room, you saw that Newt had tripped over one of the many throw pillows left by the other students.

“Lumos.” You whispered, summoning a bright light from your wand.

Newt shifted backwards, tripping into a yellow beanbag with a mumbled “Oh dear.”

“Newt, calm down, it’s just me.”

“(Y/N)? Oh, thank God, I thought I was going to get in trouble for being out past curfew.”

“Yeah well… Hang on, what happened to your shirt? Jeez Newt, you’re bleeding. Give me a sec.”

You cast your wand around the room, lighting the candles and bringing light the room once more. Upon closer inspection, you saw that Newt’s hair was dishevelled, he was covered in dried mud, and that three large gashes ran from his neck to his stomach; fortunately, they weren’t too deep.

You sighed despondently. During your years with Newt, you had become handy with medicinal magic, learning it after you’d seen his other injuries. Some had left scars where you had been too inexperienced or had done a quick patch job but more often than not you had healed him to perfection.

“Alright,” you nodded, “Take off your shirt, let me see what I’m working with here.”

Newt turned crimson, averting his gaze from you. Although you had seen it all before he still got embarrassed every time you had to treat one of his injuries; mainly because it usually involved him removing an article of clothing. Nevertheless, he did as instructed, removing his tattered shirt and getting up to sit on the desk chair where you usually treated him.

“How’d it happen this time?” you asked, stroking lightly at the edge of the first scratch with your thumb to see how deep it truly was.

“Just found out that you need to bow to a hippogriff first. Didn’t get away in time.” Newt muttered in response.

“Ah, I see. Was it Jerry?” You summoned a sponge and water from across the room to clean the wound before healing it.

“J-Jerry?” Newt stuttered, trying not to focus on the shivers your warm touch brought.

“Black one with white tips, when we were watching them I named her Jerry.”

“N-no. I-it was the g-g-grey one with s-speckles.”

“Ah, that would be Wilson. Hmm?” You grunted.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I could use Terago to stop any further bleeding but healing this is tricky, maybe if I combine it with… Yes, that should do it.”

You pointed your wand to the injury, “Terago,” the remaining blood cleared away, “Episkey. Reparifors.”

As suspected, the three spells combined worked to a positive effect, leaving only sore red marks where the gashes had been.

“Alrighty then,” you grinned proudly, “you are good to go Mr Scamander.”

“(Y/N) wait,” Newt shot up off the chair, finally ready to ask you the question that had been weighing on him for weeks. “I know a few people have already a-asked you but i-if you h-haven’t answered them yet then m-maybe y-you could t-tell me, w-would you p-please… um, would y-you uh… lend me y-your potions homework.” He finished lamely, mentally cursing himself for being such a cowardly fool.

You released the breath you’d been holding, shaking your head with a weak smile; clearly you were going to have to take the upper hand. “Sure. By the way, I have something to ask you.”

“What?” he sighed dejectedly, still disappointed in his failure.

“Would you like to go to the Christmas Ball with me?”

“What?! No!”

You raised your eyebrows, “No?”

“Not no. I mean yes but… Oh God I ruined it. I was supposed to ask you and then you did and this is all my fault. I couldn’t just get the courage to ask you because then it would have been perfect and everything would have been-”

You could have watched Newt babble the night away but you decided to end his suffering quickly, “Newt, sweetie, calm down. It really doesn’t matter who asks who, does it?”

“Well… No, I suppose not.”

“So? Is it a yes?”

Newt reached out to hug you, barely hesitating at all now, “Yes.”

Reasons to Love Zhang Yixing

He has the most beautiful voice

He gives the most inspirational and amazing speeches

He’s the most kindhearted person on this planet

But he can be quite the tease, too

He looks fantabulous in sunglasses 

He’s super friendly and lovable

He can play the piano

and the guitar

He actually reads the fan-letters that are given to him during his free time

But he doesn’t just read the fan-letters, no, he writes back to the fans as well

He can compose, write, arrange, and produce his own songs (and has done so with over 100 songs, 99 of which he lost cuz of a USB incident :( )

Which eventually led to the release of his very amazing solo album, “Lose Control”

He’s also a very wonderful

and loving son 

And he was the most adorable little kid

But now that he’s a little older, he’s even more adorable with kids

Seriously he’s great with kids

He also loves his members so much and never forgets to mention them

He’s also extremely charitable

And considerate towards his fans

And super thoughtful and respectful of everyone

He’s record-breakingly incredible even when the odds are against him

And his laugh is the most precious sound a person’s ears can be blessed with

He’s also very amusing and silly

And has the most interesting reactions

Apparently he also can’t control his face

Which makes him great variety show material

But it also brings out his strange butt-grabbing tendencies

And his questionable need to play the role of a t-rex

And his even more concerning infatuation with killers (and the need to play the role of one)

But overall he’s an amazing actor

He can also be slightly forgetful at times

But he never forgets to thank his fans

He always expresses how grateful he is

And all of that plus more is what makes Zhang Yixing the wonderful, amazing, incredible, loyal and precious person that he is

(picture/gif credits to their respective owners)

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intense… kids

hello pals!! this is a masterpost of half (or so) of the reference posts i reblogged/made. i tried uploading this masterpost as just one big masterpost but i had over 250 links so that failed and here i am again. here is part one, encapsulating studying + certain subjects which will be followed by part two (slightly more general) here! enjoy ✨

studying, school, + learning

motivation

writing

note-taking

languages + literature

humanities + other subjects

sciences + math

hope this helps + please check out part 2 as well!! ilysm 💗 

ps here is a list of all my masterposts just in case 🐝

- helena xx

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Hi everyone! I know I haven’t been posting on here for quite some time now and  that’s because I find it much easier to upload pictures on my instagram ! Don’t worry though, I will try and become active once again :) Here is my handwriting + my favorite pens, which are the Zebra Sarasa!


// I just finished my first medicine prelim exam a few days ago and I feel so anxious about what scores I got ><!! I studied a lot and had very restless nights all because of that exam. Ah, I hope I did fine. HOW ARE YOU all?!?! It’s been a while since I last uploaded huh haha, I hope you all are having a great, fantastic, Christmas break! Happy Holidays to you all! 

:: twenty one pilots x donnie darko :: i also posted this on my twitter/instagram @nyctolust so please tag tyler and josh in it, they’re incredibly important to me and this took a long time to do so it would mean the world if they saw it, thanks friends  |-/

okay i didnt really like how the other one looked so here’s a version w/ lineart, so again–

merry crisis & happy holidays everybody! hope you all have/are having/had a good time!!!

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The Drake brothers  Ah, If only these guys weren’t mass-murderers… 

Been drawing a LOT of Uncharted-stuff lately (I’m a bit crazy about these games) so had to upload something on this half-dead wall of mine. 

I’ve experimenting different designs on the whole cast, figuring out how much dot-eyes can express stuff etc., (especially eye directions are funny/weirdly challenging to do). I Like drawing out small scenes in my head (though I have NO idea what’s going on) but it’s so fun! Almost feel like animating again :) 

This One’s For You

prompt: 

genre: fluff, smut, fluffy smut !! (it’s rly soft nd rly cute like i melted writing this)

warnings: swearing, anal, handjob, sickingly sweet fluff, #bants, slight praise kink but isn’t mentioned

word count: 1350 (YEET)

read on ao3!

a/n: my new years resolution hasn’t failed! depending how i feel tomorrow, y’all might have more than two fics this month *yay* but anyways, i’m finally uploading a fic !! thank you to everyone who stuck around, it really means a lot to me. thank you to holly for getting me through tough times and dragging me by the ear to make me happy again. i hope you guys enjoy this cute lil fic as i had fun writing it. IT’S SO CUTE PLS ENJOY IT <3

Keep reading

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Whoa, I almost forgot I had these Detentionaire drawings lying around in my files. I made them a few month ago, when my twin and I rewatched the whole show (maybe like back in July???) Anyway I thought I better upload them before they fall into oblivion again. :’D

(Actually I also drew Cam, Brandy, and Lynch too but I didn’t color them yet and I don’t know if I ever will).

One design of my AU: Hipsters & Gamers.

Sorry if I’m late in uploading drawings, is that I distracted watching videos and there was an error when saving the drawing, so I had to do it again :’v 

•Sans/Undertale belongs to: Toby Fox
•Hipsters & Gamers by: Me 

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Alright, so I used to be completely in love with ‘Phineas and Ferb’  back in the day, I’d watch every new episode that came out and I aspired to be like Phineas, positive, optimist and intelligent. I loved all the characters and after many years of watching this amazing show it ended. To this day I still love the show.

Milo Murphy’s Law is a fairly new show on Disney, made by the same creators as Phineas and Ferb. Going into this show, I really wasn’t expecting to like it as much as I do. I have become obsessed with the show and characters, especially Milo and his outgoing/optimistic personality!

The show is so cute and inspiring! I can’t wait to see more of it! I’m glad to be a part of this growing fandom, especially since it has so many familiar faces from the pnf fandom! I had a lot of fun cosplaying Milo, I’ll be uploading more photos very soon and I can’t wait to do it again in the future!

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Take some Princess Leia selfies from Katsu .3.

I have a few more selfies I wanna post but take this for now~! I had my friend Kat take some very nice shots of me at the con too ^^, so I’ll upload those later once they are edited. Again thanks to @neckfruits for letting me become Leia ;-;

Lost - Stiles Stilinski

Requested. | Not my gif.| I started classes again so I’ll be uploading imagines more late. So please be patient! 

Since you walked into school this morning, your head was just spinning. You weren’t feeling good at all. Ever since your little fight with Stiles last night made you upset and today was no different. You have been ignoring Stiles ever since.

Riiinnnngggg.

“I can’t take it anymore” you mumbled to yourself.

You had enough. Three hours of school was enough for you. Your head wouldn’t stop spinning and it was getting harder to avoid Stiles. As everyone was going to their class you were heading out the door.

You got into your car and left the parking lot. It wasn’t until you drove for a couple minutes that you couldn’t’ drive. Your head was hurting you and you couldn’t focus on your driving. You ended up stopping at the first street you past. You went to go lay down in the backdseat to rest for a while.

All day Stiles tried to find his girlfriend in school but no luck. He was sitting in his last class for the day and stared at the empty desk in front of him where you usually sit. Stiles wanted to apologize for yelling at you. He felt bad after you ran out the house.

“Any luck?” Scott whispered behind Stiles.
“No” Stiles sighed. “I texted her a million times by now”
“Class is almost over. You can check her place” Scott stated.

Stiles hopes that she’s at home if not then something bad must have happened to her. As soon as the bell rang Stiles ran out the classroom. When he was driving to your house he ran a few red lights. In no time he arrived at your house.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

“C’mon” Stiles mumbled.

Your mom had answered the door with an annoyed expression.

“What’s wrong with you, Stiles?” Mrs. (Y/L/N) asked.
“Is (Y/N) home yet?” Stiles asked.
“No, Is something going on?” She raised her eyebrow.
“Oh uh” Stiles had to come up with a lie. “I was just wondering if she still went to the mall with Lydia. If she hadn’t then I would come over”
“Well, she’s not home which means she’s with Lydia” She stated.
“Right. Thank you, Mrs. (Y/L/N)” Stiles nodded.
“Goodbye Stiles” She shut the door.

Stiles couldn’t believe that she wasn’t home. What if something bad happened to you? All he can remember that argument about helping you but wouldn’t let her. Stiles got back in his Jeep and began driving home. Maybe he can get Scott to track you down.

When Stiles turned into his street he immediately saw your car parked. He quickly ran to your car.

“(Y/N), (Y/N)!” Stiles yelled.

As he reached your car he noticed you in the back seat asleep. He opened the door and woke you up.

“Stiles?” you said groggily.
“(Y/n), I was worried sick about you. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Stiles asked.
“Stiles I’m fine” You got out of the car. “My head was hurting so I decided to rest for a bit”
“Thank god you’re okay” Stiles wrapped his arms around you. “I’m so sorry”
“Stiles” you wrapped your arms around his waist. “It’s okay”

Stiles and you headed to his place so you can rest some more. You were happy being with Stiles again. The both of you hated being away from each other. The both of you agreed to text each other when their upset with another.

Masterlist. 

Christmas DLC Translations + FAQ

Hello everyone! It’s been a while again, and we’ve gotten a whole lot of questions about the new Christmas DLC and whether we’ll be translating things like the main menu voice clips and the ringtones. So here are some quick answers:

Will you be translating the Christmas DLC stuff?

Yup!

I had the most ridiculous time with getting the audio (things not working, then working without sound, then not working again, etc etc), but I was finally able to solve the problem this morning. I now have all of the main menu clips and the bonus text/email/ringtones queued up for translation by our lovely team.

Will you be uploading the audio here?

Not sure.

We still have yet to receive a reply to my email, though it’s been quite a while so I may email Cheritz again to ask about it. Hopefully we’ll get the go-ahead and can post the accompanying audio with the translated text.

If you can’t post the audio, how will you post the translations?

We’ll make a text post for the text tones, email tones, and ringtones, and a post for the main menu audio with the characters’ names and the translation of what they say beneath it. That’s not too much of a problem for the text/email/ringtones, though you won’t be able to match what you hear the characters say in the main menu to the translation if you don’t know Korean, unfortunately, as it is random.

Also on that note, as with the Halloween update each character has exactly three different voice clips on the main menu.

Hey, do you know how to [insert question about Xmas DLC here]?

We’re not a question-answer blog on all things MysMe, so you should probably ask a different blog. I take general MysMe questions on my other blog @zentherainbowunicorn, though I haven’t played through all the Christmas DLC yet so you’ll either have to wait for an answer or can ask another blog, as well. Thank you!


Hope everyone is enjoying their holidays!

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A supposed Titan-Pokemon series tied to this Beast Boy and Ditto art I did last year that I’m scrapping and starting over some other time.

These are old and I literally had to redo Robin’s and Starfire’s part three and four times respectively to satisfy myself. I’m incredibly annoyed by it and this TTG! chibi style just ain’t cutting it for me anymore to continue Cyborg’s part and have to make it look the same. Again, these are old, I can’t do that. (Notice how Robin is not so chibi because I had finished him latest.)

But here, I’m uploading these anyway because I know some of you were looking forward to these. Just… take them.