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It’s Okay

Hey guys! I’ve got my first ever Power Rangers fanfic here. I saw the movie on Thursday and I just really really loved it. I also started shipping Billy x Jason from the moment Jason slapped the shit out of that bully. So, here’s my fic for them. I hope you guys like it!

All mistakes are my own




Jason’s been to a lot of football practices. Like, a lot. But none of them have made him as tired and as sore as training to be a Power Ranger has. Every step he takes, makes some muscle somewhere hurt. But it’s a good hurt, this is the happiest Jason’s been in a long time. He finally feels like for once he’s doing something right. After all nothing beats training to be a superhero and then going for pizza with his friends.

They’ve been getting closer and closer, the five of them. They’re all different, extremely different and at first it wasn’t clear if they actually could get along. But now, Jason can’t think of anything better than hanging out with the other four.

Sadly, tonight’s not a pizza night. Kimberly had to be home for a family dinner. Zach needed to check on his mom and Trini, well she hadn’t said why she was leaving but she left all the same. Which leaves Jason and Billy for the rest of the evening.

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Neil gets sick and is a dumbass and won’t admit it

Neil was stumbling over his feet. He’d gone alone to an early practice, just running drills on the court. He thought that was what his aching muscles were crying out for, to be used again since he’d been benched for an ankle injury last week. He was so focussed on getting back onto the court he pushed the thoughts of ‘my head really doesn’t feel good’ and ‘I shouldn’t be this warm’ to the back of his mind.

He ran through drills for an hour, thought he should stop, but then ran though another hour of drills before his legs gave out on him and he knew he needed to leave. But it was still 6am as he stumbled through to the locker room and he wasn’t getting back to sleep again after the nightmare that had woken him up so instead he showered but the water burned him so he knocked the temperature down as low as it would go. He was still too warm.

As he dressed he grabbed his coat to shrug it on but the heat was suffocating so he shoved it into his locker and walked out into the late December morning in nothing but a t-shirt. The cold air soothed his boiling skin as he spent an hour walking around before he walked to a coffee shop close to campus. He got a strange look from the early morning barista when he ordered and iced drink to go with his coat-less attire.

Neil tucked himself into a corner of the shop and started sipping his drink. He didn’t realise that he had fallen asleep until buzzing in his pocket woke him seven hours later. The same barista still lingered at the counter and seemed to be studiously ignoring Neil. Neil vaguely recalled someone trying to wake him earlier and wondered what had happened after that. He decided that he didn’t want to know but left $40 on the counter on his way out just in case it was something bad.

He answered the call when he’d let the door close behind him. Andrew didn’t say anything at first and just waited patiently for an explanation from Neil as to where the hell he had been since before Andrew woke up.

“I’m at the coffee shop. Can you come get me? And… and bring me some long sleeved shirts too.” Andrew wasn’t sure what to say to that, the coffee shop was a ten minute walk away but he went and picked up some shirts for Neil and a hoodie of his own and headed to his car.

He pursed his lips when he pulled up at the curb to see Neil in a short sleeved shirt and no coat. Neil didn’t seem to register that Andrew had pulled up so Andrew leaned over and opened passenger door in front of Neil. When Neil still didn’t react he threw the clothes at him. Neil tugged on the shirts and then the hoodie and climbed into the car. He didn’t say a word in explanation to Andrew but his mouth felt like sandpaper and he was just so tired and he thought that if he opened his mouth he wouldn’t be able to keep down whatever meagre contents might be in his stomach.

Andrew parked the car and waited. For Neil to say something, or for Neil to move, and Neil wasn’t sure which it was, but he wasn’t really up to either. he could feel Andrew’s probing gaze on him and decided that moving was to best option, and going to the library would be a good idea. he was getting behind on some classes and now he had a warm jacket he could walk there.

“Thanks.” Neil muttered as he hopped out of the car. He was off before Andrew had time to follow and got lost in a crowd of students so Andrew couldn’t follow him.

The hours in the library had Neil turning off his phone to stop Andrew calling him. Eventually he conceded that he had to go back. His stomach was alternating from about to throw up to completely starving and he couldn’t sleep in the library. Or practice. And he really needed to go to practice. Plus, having sat down for so long he felt a lot better than he had been earlier. In fact, he was fine. And that is exactly what he felt when he walked through the door.

He’d turned his phone back on while he was on the way home. He had more missed calls than he liked to think about, and several angry texts. Not that they really looked angry, but Neil knew that they were. He was determined to be fine and so he was.

”I’m fine.“ Neil announced as he rubbed at a pain in his forehead.

Andrew bristled at the answer to his unasked question when Neil walked into the room. He thought they’d got over this bullshit kind of answer but apparently not. He slowly and purposefully closed the book he had been not really been reading and put it on the floor. He did nothing else as he watched Neil pad around the kitchen and half pull food from the cup cupboards before putting it straight back again. After ten minutes of watching this Andrew gave up and poured Neil a bowl of cereal himself and placed it on the counter. Neil had just stopped. He didn’t seem to be moving or breathing.

Neil moved to the counter sluggishly when his brain caught up with what Andrew had done. He sat in front of the bowl with his elbows on the counter and let a spoon hang from his fingers. His eyes were glazed over and unfocused. Andrew cocked his head to the side a little. It wasn’t concern. It was curiosity.

Neil’s dark hoodie hung loosely from his body and, despite multiple long sleeved layers beneath, he was shivering. Andrew noticed, because when would Andrew not notice, and immediately went to boil some water. Coffee probably wouldn’t help Neil, so he opted for making hot honey and lemon. Since the stubborn git wasn’t going to tell him that what was actually wrong with him any time soon, Andrew settled with doing little things, for now, until he could get Neil to talk, which would be at practice in a few hours.

It took Neil a painful half hour to eat the bowl of cereal in front of him. Each mouthful made his stomach turn and bile rise to burn the back of his throat. But he was fine and he had to be fine because if he wasn’t then he was sick and if he was sick he couldn’t protect himself and if he couldn’t protect himself…

Neil’s breath started coming in short, sharp gasps as the panic started to set in and he sank off the stool. His brain ran at a hundred miles an hour as the self deprecating thoughts filtered into his mind. Not good enough. Useless. Going to get them killed. Get in the fucking drivers seat, Neil, and drive- Oh you idiot, you’re going to kill us! His mother’s voice screamed at him over and over.

Andrew could see Neil’s panic beginning. Breathless mutterings of ‘I’m fine’ over and over again. It was only after shouting at the idiot to shut up three times that Andrew realised that Neil wasn’t talking to him, that Neil wasn’t just panicking, he was having some sort of flash back.

Andrew ran a hand through his hair, muttering ‘fuck’ repeatedly under his breath as he tried to figure out what to do for the best. Touching Neil to bring him out of his panic wouldn’t end well for either of them so he had to settle for kneeling in front of Neil and talking to him until he could hear.

Andrew’s voice filtered into Neil’s hearing slowly. To begin with, he couldn’t discern it from all the other voices in his head to begin with, but it was the only one calling him Neil and not one of the many other names he had gone through in his life.

“A-Andrew?” He stuttered out through his panicked gasps.

“Yeah, junkie, you’re ok.”

“I’m- I’m,” Neil stammered through his gasps. “And- Andre-”

“Shh, you’re safe, you’re ok, but I need you to listen to me, alright?” At Neil’s feeble nod Andrew continued. “Ok, I’m going to put your head on my chest, is that ok?” Neil nodded again, still gasping in his panic. His vision was fading at the edges, he wasn’t getting enough oxygen. “Ok. I need you to breathe with me. Just follow the rhythm of my chest. Wherever you think you are, you’re not. We’re at Fox tower. You’re name is Neil Josten, you’re a striker and a junkie with a big mouth and you are safe. You are allowed to be sick. But damn, you’re a dumbass.”

“H-hey!”

“You should have said something, now you’ve gone and made it worse, idiot.”

“So-sorry.”

“It’s ok, just keep breathing with me.”

When Neil had calmed down enough to breathe on his own Andrew led him to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

“Get warm, junkie.” Neil looked as if he was about to reply but instead just nodded his head and moved under the steady stream of hot water. Andrew sat himself in the bedroom and waited.

When Neil walked in he was dressed in loose fitting pyjama pants and a sweatshirt that looked several sizes too big for him. Andrew just pointed at Neil’s bed in a silent command for him to get the fuck into it and stay there.

“I’m fi-”

“Shut up. Get into bed.” Andrew stalked off to the kitchen and brought a glass of water and some pain killers back with him. He’d seen the way Neil was rubbing his head earlier.

Neil took the tablets and water silently but didn’t take them. It was a show of how ‘fine’ he was. Andrew just glared at him until he gave in.

“Go to sleep. And I swear to god if I see you at practice tomorrow I will gut you.”

“Andrew, I’m-”

“No. No you are not ‘fine’ and if you say you are fucking fine again I will be gutting you sooner than I thought. You are sick. You need to rest. Get that through that thick, junkie skull of yours and go to sleep. No one needs saving, the only person that needs saving right now is you from yourself and that’s my job so lay the fuck down and listen to me, dammit.” Neil just raised an eyebrow. Andrew sounded bored but when Neil didn’t listen and lay down there was a rather forceful shove to his chest that made him.

“Sleep.” Andrew glared.

“I- fine.”

Andrew left the room muttering something about ‘fucking exy junkies’ and their ‘fucking lack of self preservation’ and ‘why the fuck do I put up with this’ as Neil drifted off to sleep.

I’ve been worried about getting rusty with animation, so I decided to rig up ma boi and practice with him. :3 Here’s my first little test, done in Toonboom Harmony v14. I haven’t animated in a couple years so it was definitely a good muscle flex for that, but I had lots of fun! I’m looking forward to finishing rigging his body and doing more complicated stuff, and I would like to eventually try and learn some compositing to add to these too. Anyway, hope you like it!

Following

A/N: I didn’t like the other story I did for dear anon so here’s another take of it. Idk, maybe I’m just not good at jealous Lucifer, but oh god do I try. 

He seethes when he sees you with another man, the blood in his vessel practically boils. He knows the expression on your face, he knows each and every twitch of your muscles and how it defines you, how you feel without you needing to say it. The discontent look on your face as you take a sip of your whiskey, looking away from the man who was supposed to replace him. To replace him with such a filthy ape makes his fists clench, his jaw tighten, the ape could barely be classified as that with how poorly he treated you. One arm slung around your shoulders abruptly and the forced smile on your face, the tense shoulders that spoke volumes that he couldn’t see.

Not like Lucifer could.

He knew how you felt, why you left him and your reasons for doing so. You were prone to bouts of restlessness, fidgeting in your own skin like you couldn’t stand the body God had given you. You wandered across the Earth and for the first time since God, Lucifer had followed. It was foreign to him, but you were an entire enigma, you knew who he was - his goal, his hatred and you still smiled at him. He wondered if this was what Gabriel meant, but the ache of his brothers passing reminds him not to think of it.

“We were never a species meant to last long,” He hears your voice during the first few times he interacted with you. There was that urge to fly on broken wings, that fidgeting feeling just being around you, restlessness that kept his mind preoccupied for days. “There is good, but we will destroy ourselves before we save ourselves.”

He never tied you down much like he wanted to, keep you by his side until he figured out every single tick that made you, you. But that would take away from your nature that he desired to watch, you flowed like the rivers around the fires in his hell, avoiding his flames and washing over him. It was breathtaking as it was frustrating, he wanted to understand you but the more he knew the less he understood.

He wanted to wipe the planet of your kind, and you had left him afraid that you would keep him from his desires.

“Why,” He remembers asking the night you were leaving, the bitter tears and smile on your face that pained him.

“Even monsters deserve the chance to be loved.”

You had pressed a kiss to his cheek and left that night, left him standing in the old ruined cathedral where he had made a temporary home out of. A mockery, one that you had laughed and danced between the broken pews singing praises and prayers.

But you had been happy then, the smile on your face hadn’t been forced. He didn’t need to force it there, you had stood up and danced willingly, shaking all the tense muscles out to invisible music that he watched. Wondering just how strange and beautiful you could be, how it was even possible - how had his father made something as enigmatic and untouchable as you were to him?

He hadn’t wanted to burn you, to take away that light that burned so brightly inside of you. Even though every instinct he had told him to lock you away and keep you to himself, he knew that you wouldn’t be you if he did that. Not what fascinated him and confused him at the same time, so he let you walk and once you were far enough away he burned the cathedral down in his anger.

And then he followed you.

Flowers bloomed in your steps and each one he took behind you burned them all away. You traveled far, further than he thought you would have and you didn’t look back even when your shoulders hunched and you mouth covered your painful cries.

He had planned to wait until you returned to him willingly but he couldn’t stand to watch it. The perverse touches against you, the tight lipped smiles that graced your lips. The way you carefully shrugged his arm off your shoulders and pressed yourself further into the counter, making yourself less available to the man who couldn’t take a hint.

You knew spells, you could castrate the man with a snap of your fingers but you chose not to, simply gritting your teeth and sipping down the whiskey that burned your throat, if the way your eyes watered was any indication. Lucifer hadn’t taken you for a whiskey drinker, or one to drink at all and it only showed how much he still didn’t know you and how much he wanted to.

His restraint and patience all but shattered when he saw the hand slip onto your thigh, and before you could wave your hand and whisper the spell Lucifer had moved. One step forward and his wings carried him behind you, one hand gently on the small of your back while the other held the man’s in a vice grip. The heat and strength from his hand causing the man to give a startled yelp and cry, a beg to be let go but Lucifer was only smiling, tight lipped like you had been previously.

“I think you need to learn some manners, can’t you see her body language says no?”

He wanted to fight, and Lucifer was going to let him. The rage was pouring in his veins and the eerie red of his eyes began to bleed through his vessel, a haunting and demonic look fit to scare anyone straight.

“Sh’yours?” It comes out a slur, the wasted breath of the man making Lucifer wrinkle his nose in disgust, releasing the wrist he held and leaving behind a burn mark of it. A reminder, Lucifer tells himself as he waves away the putrid breath.

“Yes,” It comes out in a tone that bodes no argument. It’s not a demand, it’s a statement and he could feel the flutter of pride in his chest.

You were his.

“Shoulda kept her on a leesh,” He speaks again, slamming his drink down and throwing you a disgusted look. “Woman can’t keep her hands to herself.”

It was a lie, he knew it was one. He had watched and though you had agreed for some unfathomable reason to this date- this arrangement you hadn’t once done as he was lying about.

“Sinners go to hell you know,” His hand moves and press to the man’s forehead, and soon he’s screaming and crying for help. Patrons of the establishment scream and run, the walls shake and tremble and glass breaks and the body hits the ground, burnt and indistinguishable from what it once was.

There are hunters, fearful but willing as they take out their weapons and he’s still so angry. The hand on your thigh had him seeing red in more ways than one, and while you took another sip of your whiskey he released the frustration on the rest of those willing to fight him.

It was unfair, but it felt good to indulge in that senseless violence. His fist hitting their flesh and he could understand why your species liked to fight, to feel the bones breaking beneath his knuckles, the skin tearing and when he was done playing with them it was only a split second before they joined the other guy. Burned bodies crumpled onto the floor and burnt flesh that made your nose wrinkle in disgust as you downed the rest of your drink.

You’re quiet and Lucifer watches you carefully, there’s a small part of him that awaits some form of anger from you. No one, not even god liked the anger he possessed and it’s why he was cast out in the first place - the anger at humankind. But you set the glass down carefully avoiding the shards of broken glass from broken lights and mirrors, gently wiping a spot clean for you to rest your elbows onto the bar.

“Why are you here?” Your voice is quiet when you finally turn to look at him, and he can see the way your eyes burn with unshed tears and he takes a step closer but you hold your hand up, not wanting him to get closer. For once he doesn’t listen, moving close enough to lean down and press his forehead against the back of your neck while his hands snake around your waist gently.

“Lucifer,” You repeat yourself quietly and there’s a spark of possession in his veins, of demanding and taking but he shoves it all down. You would not be the same if he simply took, and you were the only thing God created that he can say he truly cared for.

Truly loved.

“I can’t let you go,” It’s barely a whisper, and there’s the underlying tone of won’t let you go unspoken on his lips as he closes his eyes. His forehead resting carefully against your neck, there’s only so much time before the place becomes bustling with activity at the destruction.

You move to stand and he reluctantly releases you, taking a step back and watching you carefully. Prepared to follow, but you’re staring at him and he can read you and opens his hand for you to take, and when you do the both of you are gone in a split second.

The soft sound of crickets and toads fill up the air when he gently sets you down onto the grass, and he could swear that flowers bloomed beneath your feet when you took off your shoes and held them in your hands. Swinging your arm with them as you began to walk across the meadow, directionless. He follows.

“I love you,” He freezes in his step, watching as you slow down until you’re standing still and looking up at the midnight sky. The cool summer breeze plays with the stray strands of your hair, the moon reflecting off of you like an ethereal and untouchable and unattainable being.

If he was the sun, hot, burning and unforgiving then you were the moon, beautiful and breathtaking while you guided people through the dark.

“But that’s why I left,” You sound broken and he wants to move closer but his feet are rooted to the spot, waiting to hear what you have to say needing to know. “What am I to the mighty fallen angel? The same human who he was cast down for hating, you have better things to do then entertain fantasies that will never come true, not really.”

You were human, a human witch. A hated between both humans and the supernatural, the delicate in-between. How could he love something that wasn’t either, but a mixture of things he hated combined? You breathe out a bitter laugh, your free hand moving up to press your palm against your eyes and wiping at them.

“Abaddon had come for a visit,” You turn to face him and his face sours at the name. What had abaddon wanted? “She is fit to be with you, not me. Knows exactly how to restore you to your throne and has every intention of doing so, dedication, ruthlessness.” You could be all those things if you had tried, but you would never stand toe to toe with abaddon, not in this life or the next.

“I was made clear of where I stood, and.. I understand it too.”

Where you stood? Abaddon would be lucky if she managed to get away alive once he found her.

“[Name],” He finally moves, unhinges his feet from the ground where they had remained bolted when you had turned to him with that heartbreaking look on your face. Bitter defeat but understanding and acceptance, and that frustrated him - he didn’t want you to give up so easily. But considering who had spoken to you, he didn’t doubt abaddon hadn’t given you a chance and probably wouldn’t have. He stands before you, his hands moving to your face to caress your cheeks carefully and there’s a small smile on his face.

There’s beauty and then there’s you. “Your place is beside me, and only me.”

The tears drip down and he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, wrapping his arms around you gently as he attempts to soothe you. Your hesitant hands wrapping around him and it feels strangely right and fitting in a way he had never felt before.

“Let’s go home,” He murmurs against your hair, gently swaying the two of you back and forth but pulls back slightly to look at your face when you laugh.

“You burnt it down.”

“And I’ll burn down every other establishment that you leave, and anyone who comes too close, and-”

“And where’s home?”

“Anywhere you want.”

That raises an eyebrow from you.

“Anywhere?”

“I’m King,” He says his voice dark and you can see the red in his eyes. “And I’ll build a castle for the queen.”


6

This is one of the best Aikido demonstrations I’ve seen from a teaching viewpoint. The Sensei explains and shows how trying to fight or muscle someone stronger is difficult, but if you first have complete control over your own center of gravity, you can then connect to your opponent and control their center of gravity. I like how he exaggerates his motions for his students to see what he is doing, as there are very small adjustments taking place throughout the entire body to constantly adjust so as to maintain control over one’s center. 

I practiced Aikido for 6 years and only barely scratched the surface of the art. However, after training in Wing Chun for the last 15 years and applying what I have learned and seen over the last 30+ years, I can see a little bit more than 20 years ago when I was in Aikido. 

Many people confuse development with application. The “cooperative” partner is grabbing the wrist to give his partner a “bridge” to work through to apply and develop their skills. Very similar to Chi Sau, as this is a demonstration a “drill”, he is not trying to hurt his opponents.

 When people say this does or does not work on the street, I agree that some things may or may not work depending on the situation, but understanding the principles of controlling oneself so well that you can control your opponent, then the “techniques” don’t matter. In a real survival situation application will take over and apply itself automatically, using the tools you have learned - structure, posture, position, distance, timing, power and the other things you develop along the way, confidence, courage, calmness, ability to deal with situations in life differently than had you not learned what you learn from Martial Arts. Martial Arts is so much more than fighting, you can only train in what you love and hope it will apply itself when needed. (sports fighting/mma, is a different game with different type of training, so that’s an entirely different subject.)

Enjoy your training and learn everything you can.

spiritual-speckled-kitty  asked:

Hey! Since ya wanna talk about art, I wanna ask ya...how'd ya get so good drawing the hands of muscles of anthropomorphic characters? I've been practicing with that A LOT lately and I'm pretty rusty xC

Hi there!! Thank you so much for your question! Personally, I’m still learning a lot about arms and hands, and I would take everything I say with a grain of salt, because honestly I did some research one night when I got frustrated with my progress on both subjects, so for arms, I use the lightening bolt technique! 

(There is a full video about this along with a trick for foreshadowing on arms/legs since the technique isn’t so great for that aspect, but it’s great for any drawing if you want draw arms in general! Big shout out to Sycra, they have so many helpful videos for drawing! Go check out the channel!)

So with this technique, you literally connect the dots after drawing out the general gesture of the muscles, this gives you a better sense of proportion and get a better sense of the important things to get out of from the anatomy without having to dive too deeply into the science behind it. But I’d still highly recommend looking at references and continue to practice!

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The same goes for hands! Which is something I’m still struggling with! But with turtle hands, I’ve been drawing them for so long, so I feel like it’ll be okay to give out a pointer or two! Obviously, the best way to get a sense of how hands works is to sit down and sketch out our your own hand as a reference, it’s extremely helpful! 

Hands are a whole different story, but if you stick with basic shapes, it’s a good start! Also, don’t be afraid to get absolutely messy with your sketches! Sometimes the best way to handle things is to scribble until it eventually looks like something! As you continue to practice, you’ll eventually learn how to get those shapes and gestures that are worth keeping when you sketch!

(Also! Thumbs can be pretty tricky to keep track of, so a good reminder is to always step back and take a look at where you’ve placed the thumb because it can be so easy to misplace it on the wrong side of the hand. Which is why it’s a good trick to use your own hands as a reference if you’re not sure!)

Anyways! I hope this was somewhat helpful to you! If not, that video will surely be able to successfully show you how to handle the lightening bolt technique! Good luck on your art journey! :)

Tired

Requested by @isakaniza:  8 and 79 with J-Hope. ♡

Im sorry that it’s so short :/ But I hope that you like it ♥


Originally posted by lariz0rd

Pairing: J-Hope (Hoseok) x Reader

Word Count: 446

“Stay over.”

“Is there a reason you’re in my bed?”


He huffed a big sigh as soon as he opened his bedroom door. Dance practice went longer than expected and he just didn’t have enough energy to go out to eat with the other members. Hoseok’s muscles clenched and tightened with every move he made and all he wanted to do was plop down in bed and fall asleep. Dropping his dance bag at the foot of his bed he dropped his body on his bed.

Almost instantly he jolted up hearing a small squeal come from underneath him. The lamp beside his bed was flicked on and he saw his best friend, eyes lidded from drowsiness and hair disheveled. “(Y/N)? Is there a reason you’re in my bed?” Hoseok’s head tilted slightly as he watched you wiping the sleep from your eyes.

“You said you’d be out of practice by seven. I was waiting for you here and I guess I fell asleep.” You say opening your eyes fully now seeing the tired boy in front of you. “God you look tired, I’ll just see you, hm? Next week? That’s when you have a break right?” You got up out of his bed and went on the other side where he was sitting on. “I’ll just get going and see you then okay?” You say reaching down to grab your shoes.

“It’s late.” Hoseok grabs your wrists halting your hands and arms from grabbing your shoes. You look up, seeing Hoseok staring straight at you. His eyes were lidded now, exhaustion taking over him slowly but surely. You slowly stood up, your eyes staring back down at your best friend as his hands slid from your wrists to your hands, cupping them in his as he lightly pulled back bringing you forward. “Stay over, it’s too late to go home now.” Hoseok pulled you more, tugging yourself onto his bed and finally falling back pulling you down with him.

A giggle escaped your lips as you fell on top of him, his arms circling around you holding you tight against him. You couldn’t help but feel the heat rush up to your face as he buried his head into your shoulder. “Hoseok?” You whispered, you waiting a moment for him to respond but nothing came. You were about to speak again when you felt the hold around you loosen and a slight snore come out from under you. You smiled looking down at him and slowly moved from on top of him and slid to his side snuggling into his chest. Your body melted into his and before you knew it you were pulled closer, slowly drifting away to the warmth of your best friend.

3

Presenting the new face; Fjalar the reindeer…. taur…! mlöp

Since Aerick needs to build muscle, they travel up north and meets this guy.
He’s 19 years old and lives with his mother, father and little sister.
I first drew his family as a fun practice but then he just stuck and woops he became a character.
His clothing is inspired by the sami people’s traditional folkwear, as he and his family is a group of sami reindeer peeps.
- So I guess that means deertaurs exists in this universe wooo

Can I have a review on the art for this guy? I’m very young and a beginner so i have a long way to go but I feel this is decent??? Idk lol. Excuse the colouring, it’s always been one of my weak points lmao. Anyway, thanks for the time :3

I think he is really cute! :D

1. The shoulders are too wide… I tried to show proper proportions, but the image is taken at an odd angle so it may be a little inaccurate.. But what I try and do to keep shoulders roughly the right width, I draw the shoulder muscles in. Even if it’s just a quick little thing, it helps a bunch!

2. His ear is drawn too far from his head. Ears are generally flat alongside the head, so it would be much smaller. But, depending on stylistic choices, it could be fine with practice. :D His ear, since it’s a long pointed ear, could still curve out a little.

3. His coat. So, I did this one a bit quick, so it’s not entirely accurate! BUT I hope it makes sense. With these coats, you should try layering the collars… And, since you had buttons on them, I tried to make sense of it. The upper collar wouldn’t have buttons unless it became a turtleneck and the lower fold/collar would overlap on one side. So buttons at the corners wouldn’t work out.

4. As just a coloring tip: always color in the same direction! I used to use primarily crayola.. Hell, I still use crayola a LOT. And the only real way to make crayola look GOOD is to make sure you are keeping your strokes the same direction. It doesn’t have to follow the curves of the hair (it could though). It could just all be straight lines downwards. It’s only a small doodle, but I hope this is a good visual for this one:

I tried to use a pencil-like brush for it.

I bet he’s gonna evolve a bunch as time goes by and just get better and better! :D

-Mod Egg

We’ll Be Fireproof (Lifeguard/Swimmer AU)

Pairing: Victor Nikiforov/Katsuki Yuuri

Words: 26.1k

Summary: “So when is the changing of the guards?” Victor asks, a smirk at his horrible pun playing across his face.
“That’s… I don’t know if I should be mad at how bad that joke was,” Yuuri replies, pretending to be deep in thought. Victor laughs a little too hard, probably because of the fact that all of his muscles, and his mind, must’ve felt like jelly after working so hard.
“Come on, I want us to grab coffee or something. When are you done?”
It took Yuuri a second to realize that the Victor Nikiforov was asking him to hang out, in a possibly date-like manner.

Or, Yuuri is a lifeguard at his local pool, Victor is the star of the swim team that practices there, and Yuuri might spend more than a healthy amount of time watching Victor more than the other swimmers. Victor might notice.

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Yuri On Ice AU

Yo wassup okay lemme tell you the story of a skittish yet tough ice skater named Eggsy and his charming mentor who is in love with Eggsy’s passion named Harry.

Because I keep talking about YoI on my omgcp blog with @kirkaut and TBH this AU needs to be in every fandom. Also because @oggalahad got me into this shit in the first place.

But really, so like, Eggsy is a bomb ass bitch okay. Well, he was, one year prior to this story. He practiced every day like a mofo because you don’t get to the top by just skating through life, no you practice your ass off until the most difficult technique is muscle memory and you own that shite. Low key he’s trying to emulate his idol, one Harry Hart, but at the same time he’s kinda got shite nerves. Like, he’s worried about failure and what would happen if he fucked up and during his Grand Prix routine he made eye contact with his mum in the crowd and screwed up because he had an anxiety attack thinking about what would happen if he let his mum down.

Spoiler alert: he did let her down.

Don’t get me wrong, Michelle is super proud he got as far as he did. She knows he puts in the work to be a good skater and also a good brother and head of the house. But to Eggsy, he’s failed her and he’s failed Daisy, and worst of all, he’s failed himself.

He thinks back to his mum’s ex-boyfriend, Dean, calling him a loser and a failure and he just loses all sense of worth.

But lemme tell you, Harry Hart is in LOVE. Well, not love, more like intense skating lust with a side of lemme wrap this smol egg in a burrito because god he’s so great but also i wanna make him feel better

So Harry shows up all, “I saw you skate, but I think I can make you skate better.”

And Eggsy is all “please make me ;)” but also at the same time he’s screaming on the inside. Because this is Harry Hart the greatest and most handsome silver fox to own the ice and lord help him because he doesn’t think he’ll survive having Harry as a coach

But it works out in his favor because Harry is making him work hard but also being super cool and chill and….all attractive and shit. And Eggsy reallllly really wants to make him proud.

So begins the adventures of Eggsy and Harry. Loosely based on Yuri on Ice but definitely featuring Harry putting lip gloss sensually on Eggsy’s lips with his fingers. Face touching. Harry embracing Eggsy from behind and whispering all hot and shit in Eggsy’s ear. Lots of flirting. And I mean, LOTS OF FLIRTING.

And, above all else, featuring Eggsy announcing on live television that he’d be skating to a theme of love because he fuckin loves Harry Hart and he is literally telling the entire world right now.

No matter how hard he works, no matter how hard he tries, there has always been this insurmountable wall.

An obstacle that he just cannot overcome.

He attends every practice.

He polishes his skills with intense, hard work. 

He pushes through the pain, through the straining muscles and heavy lungs.

He refuses to give up, even when they lose year after year.

Every year there is the hope - next year, we’ll get them.

There’s always a next year.

A next time…

Until now.

This loss is final. The end. Their last chance, in their last year of high school, to finally snag victory-

But they couldn’t do it.

And Hajime, as the ace?

He fails.

He has his chance, his opportunity to score the winning point - but he can’t do it.

His spike is picked up and Seijou ultimately loses.

The knowledge that he has held them back is almost more than he can take.

He keeps his brave face up. He barely lets himself feel - forcing himself to dry his eyes and stand next to his team while they shake hands. It feels robotic, it feels forced, but he can’t lose it here.

Not in front of his teammates. He just can’t.

It isn’t until he’s finally alone in the privacy of his room that he really allows himself to feel.

He can’t even bring himself to take off his uniform. He just collapses on his bed, breathes in deep, and cries.

No, he doesn’t cry - he bawls. He shakes, trembling, curling himself up into the tiniest ball imaginable. He can’t even remember the last time he’s cried like this. Everything hurts. 

He chokes down sobs, trying to quiet himself, but it’s to no avail. He vaguely remembers that it doesn’t matter - his parents are out of town, so nobody is gonna come and find him - but it’s only a fleeting thought. He cries until his vision is fuzzy, his head hurts and his throat burns, heavy from the effort of trying to force in breaths. He’s still trembling, but he doesn’t register any of it.

All he’s thinking about are the plays. 

The plays he failed to make that day.

Did he play alright? Maybe. But he can’t help himself; he sees all the ways in which he could have jumped higher, hit harder, been better-

It’s frustrating. He’s angry, he’s sad - he’s a complicated mess of emotions, none of which he can begin to understand while focusing so hard on where he’s sure he has failed.

He has no idea how much time has passed before the throbbing in his head starts to alleviate. His body starts to relax and he sighs, quietly, feeling a warmth settling into his face.

He hears a voice, but it sounds far away.

“Hajime…”

It sounds kind of like his name, but he can’t really be bothered to listen. He feels pressure on his temples, small but firm, rubbing away the tension there. 

He feels like he can finally, breathe, finally move, so he cracks his eyes open. His vision is hazy, but he recognizes the person sitting on the edge of his bed almost immediately. A heavy weight settles in his stomach as he realizes he’s been caught.

He tries to sit up but his whole body rejects that idea, pain seeping through his muscles.  He winces, and those hands massaging his forehead move to his chest, pushing him back down.

Hajime chances a look up and he doesn’t see Tooru looking at him with pity. No, rather, it’s something else entirely… something gentle. Something vulnerable.

Something… caring?

Tooru bites his lip; he presses himself a little closer, a hand running through Hajime’s hair, pushing the dark strands out of his face. His thumb brushes against his forehead, before he leans in and presses a slow, gentle kiss right in that spot.

“It’s okay,” he says, and his voice is so soft. “It’s okay, Hajime. I’m here. I’ve got you…” He huffs a breath, his hand continuing to move through Hajime’s hair, massaging his scalp. The action is soothing, and Hajime finds himself relaxing, body slowly uncurling from where he’d been tightly wound on his side.

Tooru doesn’t stop there. He continues massaging his scalp, but his other hand continues his ministrations on his temples. Once he’s satisfied there, he lets his fingers continue their exploration, searching out the tense muscles in Hajime’s neck and shoulders, pressing into them until Hajime heaves out a sigh of relief.

The trembling stops. He stops thinking about what he’s done wrong. Instead, he focuses on the warm feeling of Tooru touching him. It’s the same warm feeling as he feels when they’re out there, together, on the court-

“Hajime,” Tooru’s voice breaks him out of his thoughts, “You know, it’s like you always say. There are six people out there on that court. We all played together. We win together… and we lose together.” He feels the hands halt their movements. The bed dips, and Tooru climbs in, settling in behind Hajime.

“You made me so proud today,” Tooru tells him, his breath hot against the back of Hajime’s neck. “You’re strong. You’re capable. You’re the best damn ace we could have ever asked for.” 

Hajime doesn’t have to ask for it; Tooru just knows. He wraps his arm around Hajime’s waist, pressing their bodies flush together.

“Don’t ever think otherwise, and don’t try and hide from me, okay?” Tooru punctuates this with a kiss to the back of his neck. “I love you.”

Hajime’s vision blurs again, but this time he’s not alone.

He lets Tooru stay, brushing away his tears, kissing him, holding him. Loving him.

He lets Tooru stay and he lets himself feel everything that he needs to.

And the next morning, as Hajime wakes up, the warm weight at his back and the fingers tangled with his remind him that he’s not alone.

These obstacles might be a challenge, but they’re not one that he’s facing alone.

If We Were A Movie (Seventeen Preference)
  • AN: this was probably one of the best requests of all time, I felt so so inspired by it and I hope you guys like it to. I'm seriously thinking about turning this into a whole serious, where each of these is a boy x reader oneshot so pls lemme know what you think of that idea? <3
  • S.Coups/Seungcheol: The Classic High School AU
  • We all know that our boy Coups would slay as the classic high school heart throb. Nobody would fit the part better than him. He is the meaning of after school football practices and making cheerleaders' panties drop with a wink and a smile. He also has the heart and the smarts underneath his muscles and good looks to bring dimension to his movie character that would surprise the protagonist in the best way and make you fall in love. (I mean, who wouldn't fall in love with him, anyway?) Not only does his character fit seamlessly into this AU/genre, but he embodies the genre itself. The cheesy romance bits of the plot, the corny jokes, and the underlying message to never give up on your dreams that always acts like a big brother to the viewing teens, just like Seungcheol does. He is the classic high school movie - a perfect way to settle into the movie marathon.
  • Jeonghan: Pre-Millennial Crime Thriller
  • That sounds like a very complicated title, but our Jeonghan is a very complicated and beautiful man. At first I wanted to call this one "1920's Mob Film", but I felt that was far too narrow. Mostly because crime dramas set in the 1960's and 70's are becoming very popular and Jeonghan fits that style very well along with the 1920's. So I believe this beauty would fit perfectly into any crime or mob movie set before the turn of the millennium. Mainly during the 1920's, 30's, or the 50's and 60's. His hair was just meant to be tucked neatly under a fedora and paired with a sharp suit that would have all his enemies shaking in their boots the moment they saw him coming. Because yes, he does have that beautiful, angelic face, but I feel that's what would make him the perfect crime boss. He would be the devil hiding in the angel's armour. Nobody would expect it from him until just a few moments before their tragic death. Slowly, over time, they would learn to fear this beautiful man, understand that this was his town and this angel was playing God not because he deserved it, but because he wanted it. I just feel like he's the human embodiment of soft music box music playing in the background of a murder scene during a movie like this, and I love it.
  • Joshua/Jisoo: Zombie Apocalypse
  • Joshua would be the Glenn of a Seventeen zombie apocalypse. (And because Glenn is my all time favourite character of everything I paired little Jisoo with the genre.) He'd be the good guy who survives strictly because he is good to others, and somehow manages to maintain his purity and morality even when the world goes to shit. That would be the best thing about him. He'd believe that others are still good and he'd high uphold the belief that no one should get left behind. He would be the guy who would often almost get killed trying to save other people. He wouldn't actually have many apocalypse survival skills, but his kind nature would find him with people to save his ass over and over again, no matter what trouble they had to go through doing so. Most would think that a badass type of person would embody the zombie genre, but I really think someone like Jisoo is it. He has the heart warming arch of the story, the loveable characters (you know, the ones you really, really don't want to die but probably get treated like shit anyway), and somewhere deep inside him he probably has the really dark parts that any good zombie movie has. But really he's probably more of a zombie comedy like Zombieland or Dead Before Dawn.
  • Jun: Vampire
  • Jun being the vampire genre is about as certain as the sun rising in the morning. He's a vampire through and through. But I believe he's his own breed of vampire. Not a classic, brooding dark creature of the night like Dracula, or a modern emotional sparkly lover like Edward, but a mix of sexual, adorable, funny, sassy, and something still very human that would make his vampire easily a romantic comedy or teen movie. He'd be the type to go around telling people he's a vampire, almost trying to scare them, and no one would believe him because he just doesn't seem like the type. And he'd drink blood out of those girly reusable athletic cups with straws in public, with no one actually knowing it's blood. He would be a lot like the vampires from My Babysitter's A Vampire, but with a twist of sexuality, and something a little more brooding. Because deep down he has realized his curse - being stuck between death and life for an eternity and having to kill to stay strong - and accepted it. He would just be the perfect main character, as well as the fact that he just embodies every aspect of every kind of vampire that has been portrayed on screen before.
  • Hoshi/Soonyoung: Summer Adventure/Feel Good Flick
  • Some of my all time favourite kinds of movies are the feel good summer movies about teens going on adventures and making some kind of growing leap or major character development over that summer. Like Now and Then, Whip It, The Sandlot, or the Goonies (which yes, I know that one was set in the fall). I feel like the spirit of these kind of movies also embodies a lot of music videos, like SHINee's View, which I really love. Hoshi himself is perfect for this kind of movie because he is a feel good summer adventure in human form. He's all the happiness and bright parts, all the interesting dips and turns in the plot that really keep the movie going. He's all the road trips, all the eating snacks out of crappy gas stations, sleepovers in rickety tree houses, bon fires on the beach, the best kind of montages to a great summer song (maybe Adore U?). Overall he's just a happy, bright little puppy that makes you feel really happy and bright like a great summer vacation and a great summer movie.
  • Wonwoo: Werewolf
  • As much as Wonwoo could be the ultimate emo vampire as well, I believe that his darkness can be channeled into hairy beast of the full moon. I was torn between him and Coups for this genre, but ultimately moody with a touch of puppy cuteness won out over heartthrob. I also feel that he has the mature side of a werewolf thriller or romance, and the silly side for when the genre is targeted toward a younger audience, like the show Teen Wolf (which I love, all time fav). And I mean he's just dreamy, and doesn't everybody have some weird werewolf kinky deep down?
  • Woozi/Jihoon: Magical Fantasy Land
  • My first thought with this one is Harry Potter. Woozi would be the perfect little pastel unicorn prince, slaying enemies with spells and making them bow down just with his cuteness alone. Even if it wasn't specifically Harry Potter, maybe it would be an Alice in Wonderland or Narnia, any magical fantasy would fit his personality and looks perfectly. The adorable shell with a serious, take charge and save the world undertone would belong there and make him the leader of the group or in any position of royalty if there was one - especially if there was some kind of magical "chosen one", he'd be it. Him just generally being ethereal, wise, and talented embodies this genre and if he was in a movie like this I'd watch it over and over again.
  • DK/Seokmin: Superhero Standby
  • There's nothing better than a good, classic superhero movie. Even the ones that are being made and coming out in 2015 seem to have all the classic elements to them, and that's what makes them so easy to love. Just like DK - he's a very classic kind of guy. Classic looks, classic humor, appears very easy going and easy to be around. That's why he would fit perfectly into the world of any classic DC or Marvel superhero (personally I'd go for DC, but that's just my preference). He could slip seamlessly into the role of ordinary citizen by day, and tall, handsome, muscled city saviour by night. His hero would be charismatic, loved by all, and not only treat the citizens as victims, but as everyday people that he loved and cared for. And if we really wanted to stir things up in this genre, DK wouldn't be the hero - he could be the shy, polite damsel in distress to our heroic female protagonist. Either way, Seokmin as a person has all the qualities of this genre - the humor, the drama, the energy, and the overall childish glamour that draws us all to loving superheroes and their adventures.
  • Mingyu: Low Budget Indie/Grunge Film
  • This is a very specific style of film-making, rather than a genre, that Mingyu (especially with his gorgeous silver hair) would fit into so brilliantly. There is a bit of cross-over between this and feel good summer movies, with movies like The Kings of Summer or Moonrise Kingdom, but the more unique thing I find about this genre is that the subject matter of these movies (mostly) is a lot darker. Usually of the nature of drug use and sex and abusive relationships. And what would our happy little Mingyu have to do with movies like this? It's really more about his aesthetic. Movies like this are all about aesthetic - there's entirely blogs dedicated to grunge, and a lot of movie screen caps end up on there - and his looks fit in perfectly. The sharply chiseled jaw, dark, smoky eyes, built form, and most of all, the silvery hair that really says grunge king. That and in my opinion, in the setting of one of these movies, he could turn on a dime from happy-go-lucky into the mystery, badass, soul punk that the story calls for. With an outfit change he could slip right into the world of a movie like How I Live Now, Hick, The Basketball Diaries, or a show like Freaks and Geeks.
  • The8/Minghao: Something Supernatural
  • One of the genres I definitely wanted to use was a supernatural one. Seemingly ordinary people having extraordinary powers (like the movie Push), demons and angels living in the suburbs, basically anything that would be the everyday plot of an anime. In this world, Minghao would be perfect in the role of the protagonist's best friend, the one who undoubtedly panics when he finds out what's really lurking in his world. But the protagonist would have nowhere else to go, no one else to turn to, possibly running from the government because of your abnormality, and you knew that Minghao would have your back. So you told him, disclosed to him all the freaky shit that goes on just under his nose, and at first he'd freak out. He'd deny it, he wouldn't really be able to cope. But then his heart would be right there in it. He would protect you no matter what, until his dying breath, doing anything to make sure you were safe. He would be the air of lightness, innocence, and maybe even comic relief that this genre needs.
  • Seungkwan and Vernon: Buddy Cop Movie
  • I know it might seem a little cheap to have two of them under the same genre, but you can't tell me these two wouldn't be the perfect pair of buddy cops. Just like Starsky and Hutch or the girls from The Heat, they'd have the perfect combination of bickering and die hard friendship to make their movie interesting and heartwarming. Seungkwan would be the paper work minded, rule driven, uptight cop that would be 100% about justice and putting the bad guy away, but doing it right. He would probably have some cheesy sap story from when he was a child about why he wanted to join the force in the first place that Vernon would brush off, but it would really get him in the gut. Vernon himself would be more of a dirty cop. He'd have more of a skewed idea of justice, but he'd get his bad guy no matter what it took. He would also be one to make jokes and ignore his paper work and this would bug the hell out of Seungkwan to no end. Together they would be the perfect cops, always get their man (or woman), and have a few laughs along the way. (Personally I would kill for this movie but that's just me.)
  • Dino/Chan: A Chosen One Story
  • This is the Divergent, Maze Runner, or maybe even Hunger Games type of story. Even though stories like this can vary drastically in their setting and details of plot, they usually do have a lot of aspects in common. Dino has all the traits of a protagonist in this kind of story; being young and uncertain, but having a great, strong heart and likely being able to overcome whatever is thrown at him with a smile. Even if he himself wasn't the Chosen One, he would make a great supporting character/best friend to the protagonist. I'm not really sure how else to go about explaining this, but Chan would be such a great character in a movie or even a series like this.

anonymous asked:

Can I request little scenarios of iwa, akaashi, and Bokuto's s/o barge into their room first thing in the morning and accidentally see them in their boxers? xxx

Omg this omg don’t mind if I do.
Alicia (probably): Dree please don’t scare the volleynerds
Dree: awwwww
Anyway, I was just about to sleep when I saw this and it’s uh-may-zhang. Mind if I take the bite???

So… I’m… drawing a blank for Oikawa… aaaaaaand I’m cramming 600 pages of summer reading…. Now, I probably know what you’re thinking… and the answer is yes. Yes, I did procrastinate and write this request while I’m supposed to be reading…

I hope you like this!!!

~ Dree


IWAIZUMI:

Iwaizumi groaned out in relief as the water rained down on him. His muscles had been aching from all of the practice matches the team went through the past week. It didn’t help either when his body decided it would be best to just pass out on his bed last night. Now, he was paying the price.

[Y/N] thought today would be the perfect day to spend some time with their amazing boyfriend. They haven’t gone on a proper date for what felt like forever and they were sure Iwaizumi needed a break. They rang the doorbell and waited for Mrs. Iwaizumi to answer. “Good morning, auntie! Is Hajime home?”

“ [Y/N]-chan! Come in! Hajime’s in his room. Go ahead.” Mrs. Iwaizumi gave them a huge smile, ushering them up the stairs.

It was like fate was playing with them. [Y/N] quickly opened the door to his room, the same time Iwaizumi came out of the bathroom. “Hajime! Let’s go out!”

Iwaizumi stayed glued to the spot with his hand on the towel drying his hair. He stared at them with wide eyes. It was kind of funny. A buff man in his underwear coming out of the shower, looking like he just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. It didn’t take long until both of them were red all over. Quickly, [Y/N] slammed the door shut and stammered an apology. “Don’t you know how to knock?!” Iwaizumi said from inside the room, hurriedly putting a pair of sweats on.

“I know how to knock!” They defended quickly. “You should have put your clothes on!”

“I’ll remember I need to cover up when I leave the shower.” Iwaizumi’s tone was wry.

“My eyes, Hajime! My eyes!”

“Why do you sound like the victim here?”

“Because I am! This is sexual assault, you know that? You flashed me without consent.”

Iwaizumi came out of the bathroom fully-clothed this time. “It’s not like you didn’t like it.” They stared at him, not believing that just came out of his mouth.

Bonus:

“Did you just-?”

“That never happened.”

“But-”

“ No.”

They smiled at him before sliding their arms around him. “You’re right, though. I loved the show.”

Iwaizumi turned a dark shade of red and looked away from them.


AKAASHI:

Sunlight streamed into Akaashi’s bedroom, bathing it a soft hue. The setter continued to sleep on, unaffected by the intruder. Granted, the sunlight wasn’t the only intruder. [Y/N] watched as their boyfriend slept away. It wasn’t everyday that they were granted the opportunity to see him so vulnerable to the world. Akaashi’s smile was softer than they had ever seen and it almost made them want to just skip the movies and stay in bed all day. But they knew he wouldn’t take kindly to that.

“Keiji, wake up.” [Y/N] lightly nudged him while singing their words. Truthfully, they didn’t want him to wake up. Maybe it would give them the chance to cuddle all morning. But they knew they were going to feel guilty if they didn’t try to wake him up. “Keiji, come on love.”

Akaashi’s eyelashes fluttered as he let out a soft mewl. [Y/N] honestly wanted to squeal out loud, right then and there. “[Y/N]?” His voice was a low timbre.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” They greeted him brightly. “Time to get up~” Akaashi looked at them drowsily before bringing his arm out from the blanket. [Y/N] leaned in in curiosity. “Keij-eek!” Akaashi pulled them onto his bed, wrapping his arms around them. [Y/N] looked at Akaashi in surprise, about to ask what’s gotten into the setter. But Akaashi looked so peaceful with his eyes closed and his breathing soft.

[Y/N] hugged him back, ready to fall asleep with him, when they felt his warm skin. “Keiji?”

“ Hmmm?”

“Why are you only in your boxers?”

“It was hot last night.”

Bonus:

“[Y/N], please stop feeling my body.”

[Y/N] ignored the red setter as they kept running their hands along Akaashi’s chest and abdomen. They stared in wonder at the body their significant other rarely showed off. “I can’t help it, Keiji! It’s not my fault you’re gorgeous by default!”

“Don’t we have a date to go on?”

“Can we just… not?” They asked him sweetly, their hand resting on his chest.

Akaashi sighed in resignation. “Alright. But don’t complain to me when we can’t go on dates anymore once official matches are close.”

They pouted up at him. “No fair!”


BOKUTO:

[Y/N] stirred as their phone rang through their room. They were tempted to ignore it but they figured Bokuto was interrupting their sleep for a good reason. “Hello?”

“[Y/N]-kun! [Y/N]-kun! COME OVER! IT’S AN EMERGENCY!!!” His voice was loud and, in their groggy state of mind, frantic. Though, the word emergency being screamed into their ear was enough to get them moving around.

It wasn’t long before [Y/N] arrived at the ace’s house, using the spare key Bokuto showed them. They immediately found their way to his room and threw open the door. “Kou?! I came here as fast as I could what’s wrong?! Do I need to call an ambulance?! Are you hu- oh my gods.” Their jaw hung loose as they saw their boyfriend’s current state.

“Well, [Y/N], we’re gonna need an owl-bulance cuz I’m sure you’re gonna pass out at the sight of these babies.” There Bokuto stood in front of his mirror, posing here and there, sporting some kind of clothing. He turned around to see them sink to the floor. “Look what Kuroo got me! The best bro in the world!” He struck a pose in front of them again, accentuating the design on the pair of boxers.

[Y/N] looked at him again and only just realized the situation. They slapped their hands over their eyes as they turned a shade of red. “Kou, put some clothes on!”

“Boxers are clothes, [Y/N]-kun.” He wasn’t even looking at them as he looked at his backside. He saw their reflection in the mirror and grinned. “I don’t know why you’re getting embarrassed, [Y/N]-kun. I wasn’t embarrassed when I saw you in your underwear.”

[Y/N]’s head snapped up quicker than a jack-in-a-box. “You what?”

“I saw you in your underwear.” Bokuto sounded so casual as if he’s seen them a thousand times. “You looked really cute, by the way. I really think white is a good color on you. Maybe if you add gold and black… Oh yeah that would be AWESOME.” He turned to look at them, expecting them to agree with him. However, he was met with a deadly glare.

“Run.”

Bonus:

Bokuto cuddled up to [Y/N], looking for their affection. “I’m sorry. It was an accident. The door was open and I thought you were dressed.”

They pouted as they avoided looking at him. He always had those big puppy-dog eyes that made them feel weak inside. “I’ll only forgive you if you get rid of those.”

Bokuto immediately let go of them, jumping to his feet. “What? But- but I love them already.” He looked down at the pair of boxers. Why did he have to throw them away? They were comfy and the design was amazing.

“Kou, they look awful.” [Y/N] looked at it again, blushing. There were huge googly eyes fastened on the front part and a sort of beak protruding near the bottom middle. At least, they think it’s part of the design. They accidentally looked at Bokuto’s face and saw how devastated he looked. [Y/N] never wanted him to be sad… “Kou, I’m sorry. That was a bad joke. I love Kuroo’s gift for you.”

“You don’t have to lie, [Y/N]. But if you love the gift that much, I bought a matching one for you!” He said, holding up an identical pair. Sometimes [Y/N] wonders if they spoil him too much.

omg the Bokuto bonus became more of a scenario than the actual one…

My affection for Senpai has shifted to Budo
  • in the martial arts club room
  • ME: Look at him.Look at those toned muscles.He`s so manly. He`s so strong. Just my type.Unlike Senpai who is so wimp, he runs to his mama after seeing a dead body.
  • Ayano: *approaches Budo* presses E
  • Budo: We study hand-to-hand combat and practice self defense techniques! If you join our club, I guarantee that you'll be able to defend yourself from anyone that might try to hurt you! If you think you've got what it takes, you're welcome to spar with any of our members at any time, even if you're not in the clubroom
  • Me: If it means seeing you everyday, I wouldn`t mind.HAHAHAHA *Accidentally presses Join*
  • Budo: Fantastic! You are now an official member of the Martial Arts Club! I'm looking forward to teaching you everything I know!
  • Me: Wait..whaat?!! That means I get to see your fine form everyday after class! How exciting! Now I`ll get to see him often without stalking.YOU`RE MINE NOW.THERE.IS.NO.ESCAPE.

anonymous asked:

Can I get a scenario for Hajime and his shy gf who has a huge chest and he just can't get enough of it, whether it's just putting his arm under her chest to feel the weight of it, grabbing them, sucking on them, laying his head on them, etc.I love your blog btw and your writing is great! Thank you!

So much love for Hajime! It all just makes me so happy!


There is quite a number of things that Iwaizumi loves. He loves tofu, the temporary burn of his muscles after a hard day of practice, and the surprisingly peaceful walks home with Oikawa. He loves a good beach day, the high of winning along side his best friends, and then there was her. And there were many things he loved about her.

He remembered falling in love with her timid approach and small voice. He loves her smile, the slight crinkle in the corner of her eyes when she laughs too hard, the red in her cheeks when she had met the team for the first time. Iwaizumi loves the way she’ll bend over her book while studying, her brows turned inward when she came across something more complicated. And he loves how she gets along so easily with Oikawa, how she was so quickly adored by his parents.

Then there was this. A whole new level of comfort and love that he never had to share with anyone else; it was entirely his.

They lay on his bed, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, their legs tangled together, and his head was perched comfortably upon her swollen bosom. And there were many things he loved about this moment alone. The softness of her body against his, the steady rise and fall of her chest with every breath, and the pulse of her heart behind her ribs. He could vividly remember the first time he pressed his face to her breast, unable to deny his physical craving any longer. While he hadn’t been able to see her face then, he could feel and hear the erratic beatings of her heart.

Since then it became a habit that they both fell into. While the blushing and heart rate had decreased, Iwaizumi gained delicate fingers threading through his hair, gentle kisses atop his head, and the much appreciated skin-to-skin contact that allowed his teeth and lips to leave behind marks only he could admire.

These were the things that he loved and he would never grow tired of them.

  • James Potter is a trans boy
  • He ruffles his hair, not because it makes him feel cool and like a rebel, but because he’s always anxious about passing and he thinks the messiness helps
  • He loves quidditch and always pushes himself harder than anyone else in practice because he loves flying and loves the sport yeah, but he also loves that a good workout helps his body dysphoria, and he can’t wait to have all of the muscles 
  • When he came out to his parents his mom hugged him, and his dad made a joke about “thank God, the potter name will live on”
  • But James still sometimes feels like he upset the perfect family his parents once thought they had 
  • He talks to Remus about this over mugs of hot chocolate late at night in the common room
  • Remus tells James that he’s worried his parents can only think of him as a monster
  • and James tells Remus he’s worried his parents can only think of him as their daughter 
  • Which is also why every time Lily Evans rejects James he overreacts just a little bit, because deep down he’s worried he’s not “enough of a guy” for her or that she doesn’t want to be with him because he’s trans
  • Even though, he pays attention to how she interacts with people, and he knows how accepting and understanding and tolerant she is
  • which is why he fell in love with her in the first place 
Human!Raphael x Reader: Don't Leave Me

Man Raph is popular. Probably because of all the ways his stories could go. Total tsundere, overprotective boyfriend, jealousy issues, bad boy, you get the gist. He’s humanized because a mutant turtle flirting with other humans is a big no. Female reader.

I apologize for like, never updating. I’ve mostly been roleplaying on forums for the past six months or so. I had a prompt that was too short for me and my friend, but I really liked it so have a fic instead. Pardon any mistakes, my brain is half dead. As usual.

Rating: PG-13 (Nothing bad about it, just not your family friendly storybook.)

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Raphael x Reader

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anonymous asked:

NISSI! So I'm in school for Massage Therapy, only 2 weeks in & I was already able to use my knowledge to pinpoint a pain spot for my Pops. He thought it was coming from his arm, but when I touched 1/2 muscles that could have been stressed, I got it right on the first try! Im excited to get my table to start practicing & hopefully make him feel better along with whomever I get to perform on. Knowledge is great & Im happy I got into this school 💪 I was really excited & wanted to share with you😄

aw yay! im so happy for you hun. and i’m sure your dad is too! i just had a couples massage yesterday and i know that people who are trained have magic in their fingertips. i’m excited for you to continue to grow! thank you for sharing