Months ago, when a September premiere was first announced, I challenged myself to make one new Outlander painting a week until the premiere. Now we’re less than a week away! As this is my last #droughtlander piece I want to take the time to say THANK YOU to all you wonderful individuals. I’ve been lucky to have met so many incredibly talented
and kind friends
over the past months, and you’ve all helped make Droughtlander
pass so quickly!
To finish, here’s my concept of a S3 poster in the style of S1. Several people mentioned this would be cool to see, and I’ve finally gotten around to trying it :)
Enjoy the new season and thank you all for an amazing year filled with creativity and inspiration!
This week won’t be as busy as last week was, but there are still some exciting stuff planned!
Also, while basically all my friends are in finals/graduating from their undergrads, I still have more than a month of school left… I guess you can say I’m pretty jealous.
EDIT: I GOT TOO EXCITED ABOUT THE UPDATE AND FORGOT TO ADD IN HIS GLITCHES AND HEART STRING THING IN THE FIRST 4 PANELS SORRY
Important Note: From here on all comic updates will be tagged with #fatal error comic, so if you just want to follow tag then go ahead :) I’ll retag the older updates later. Thanks for being so patient as I’m getting myself organized. I can’t stress enough how unexpected all of this attention was XD
“baby, please tell me you’re ready!” Yoongi yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
“Yoongi! I’m not going anymore!” You yell back. A few seconds later you hear Yoongi running up the stairs.
“babbyyy sweetie :) what do you mean you’re not going anymore? I’m already dressed.” says Yoongi sarcastically.
you’ve been getting ready for hours now, but you still don’t feel comfortable in what you have on. You’ve honestly gained a little weight recently, you wanna be so prefect for yoongi you don’t wanna admit that this is the reason you don’t wanna attend his family party.
“I don’t like the dress anymore.” You simply shrug your shoulders sitting back on the bed taking off your heels.
“What? You literally begged me to buy it Y/N.” confusion strikes his face. You just shrug again. Yoongi sighs and sits down on the bed next to you.
“What’s wrong Y/N, you just were just so excited like an hour ago.”
“Yoongi nothing, I just don’t wanna go anymore” You speak looking down.
Yoongi got up and stood in front of you. He grabbed your chin to left your head up.
“Real reason please.” Yoongi said with a soft expression.
“Yoongi I don’t feel comfortable that’s all.”
“You don’t feel comfortable around me? My family? What’s wrong? Speak to me babe.” He says almost at a whisper.
“The dress. Myself. I just haven’t been feeling it lately. I’ve gained weight.” This makes Yoongi smile for some odd reason.
“Y/N look in the mirror! You look unbelievable right now. Babe the way this dress is hugging your curves honestly makes me wanna rip it off of you. Do you think that a little weight gain isn’t gonna make me wanna fuck you senselessly every other day?” You shrug once again.
“Well, it doesn’t. I love your body; always did. Now can we leave because if I keep staring at you we’ll be in this bed all night. I’m so excited for this after party in our bed later.” Yoongi winks and bites his lips.
It’s finally you and Jin’s date night, you guys go to your favorite restaurant. You’re so excited, these last couple months caused you to gain some weight. You have been stressed with school, family, and friends.
Finally arriving at your favorite restaurant you guys get seated, talk about life and after a while, your food arrives. You being to eat and eat and… eat. But suddenly you stop. Obviously making Jin confused.
“Hey, why’d you stop?” Jin asks.
“I can’t eat like this anymore, I need to go to the gym.” you say getting upset.
Jin laughs “Stop being silly and eat so we can make the movie,”
“Jin I’m serious, I've gained so much weight can’t you tell?”
“Babe, I don’t even care about all that. I love you for you, and always will. You don’t have to impress me or anyone else. Y/N I fell in love with your personality You’re a beautiful person … but I want you to be happy so if you want to go to the gym I’ll go with you. I’ll even make us more food, but healthier choices that you pick. Deal?
After Jin said all this it made you happy, this was the reason you fell in love with Jin. He always said the right things. “Deal :)”
“Namjoon am I getting bigger?” you ask as you stare in the mirror.
“Well I mean your ass definitely got fatter,” He says walking up behind you, grabbing you forcefully.
“Are you serious that’s not even funny, I need to lose some weight.” you say sounding upset.
“No baby, you know I like my women thick. I admire your body every day how can you not love it as much as I do?”
“I don’t know babe, you know I’m a perfectionist!” looking at him with your puppy dogs eyes.
“Well, sorry bae. I love it. Now stop looking all sad! Want me to make you happy?” Namjoon winks.
You thought to yourself, and it sure as hell didn’t sound bad. After all, he was a master with your bra.
Jimin is literally the sweetest guy ever. He wouldn’t want you to be sad about something that he saw as beauty. When you told him that you wanted to lose weight, he was ready for being by your side 100%. Although he couldn’t actually see that you even gained a pound. Jimin loved that way you looked, to him, you were a snack! He saw a full course meal every time he looked at you. But he was never the type to tell you what to do so, whatever your decision was he was all here for it.
“Y/N I lust over your body on a daily, but if you wanna work out.. fine, come over here and let me work you out.” Tae says while biting his lip and pushing you onto the bed.
“Baby noooooooooo I love everything about you! Don’t change. You’ve always been perfect.”
“You’re my hope babe, I want to see you happy. So change for you not because every one wants you to! A little weight gain never hurt anybody!”
this is literally all over the place, buuuuutt hope you enjoy. ~ Rae ♥
Hey guys! I’ve kind of been drowning you in angst lately. Angst is my favourite to write (and read), and I’ve been having a bit of a hard time, so writing the angst has been very cathartic for me. Today, however, we have some straight up fluff and romance.
I’m not entirely sure I’m happy with the way this is written. There were some extreme emotions I was trying to convey, and I just kept tripping over my words. I hope you like it regardless, and if you have any feedback, please let me know! I love to hear from you guys : )
“Steve, do you have any idea where James is?”
“No (Y/N), sorry. I thought he was with you,” Steve replied honestly.
You sighed. This was the third time in two weeks he had just disappeared, and each time he returned, after being gone for hours, you could feel the stress on him, and he would wrap his arms around you until he calmed down. But he wouldn’t tell you where he was, what he was doing, or what was causing his distress.
To say you were worried would not be a strong enough sentence. Concerned? No. Scared? Nope. Terrified? Yeah, that sounds about right.
“Alright, well… if he shows up, let me know?”
“Of course, (Y/N). I don’t think you have to worry about anything,” Steve mused. “He wouldn’t do anything dangerous.”
“You can’t feel what he feels when he gets back, Steve…” you replied, pinching the bridge of your nose. “And he hasn’t told either of us what he’s up to. What could he possibly be doing?”
“I honestly don’t know, (Y/N). I’m sure he’ll talk to you, when the time is right.”
You nodded, and Steve walked closer to you, wrapping his arms around you.
“Thanks, Steve. I’ll see you later,” you eventually said, ending the hug.
“Ok. Let me know if you need anything. I could punch him, if that’ll help,” Steve joked.
Despite the concern you were feeling, you laughed. “I might take you up on that offer.”
Back in your apartment, you tried not to worry. You had no work to do. You didn’t much feel like training, and you weren’t in the mood to read. Maybe a nice, relaxing bath would help.
You entered the bathroom, filling the tub with water the perfect temperature. “FRIDAY, could you please play my ‘I’m stressed’ playlist?”
Certainly Mrs. Barnes.
“Thank you,” you replied, as the bathroom was filled with the music that helped you calm down.
Half an hour later, you could feel Bucky enter the compound. He was stressed, as he had been the last few times, but there was also some excitement mixed in with that. You weren’t sure what to make of it. You could feel Tony too. He was ecstatic about something. Had Bucky been disappearing to see Tony?
Soon, you heard a knock at the bathroom door. You knew it was Bucky, but he still called out.
“It’s me, (Y/N). Can I come in?”
You thought for a moment, and then gave him your permission to enter, asking FRIDAY to turn your music off. When he pushed the door open, he smiled warmly at you.
Bucky walked over to you, and perched himself on the step to the bathtub. He didn’t say a word, but you noticed him wringing his hands nervously.
“James… please tell me what’s going on. I can’t… I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me,” you said, after deciding you couldn’t handle the silence any longer.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I really wanted to tell you,” Bucky finally spoke. “I really did. But, I wanted to surprise you.”
“I’m not going to lie, I did this mostly for myself,” Bucky continued, still not making much sense to you. “But I also wanted to do it for you.”
Is that the excitement you sensed on him? He wanted to do something for himself (which made you feel so happy), and surprise you with it, and it was finally done? But, what did that have to do with Tony?
“James, Love,” you began, pulling yourself to the edge of the tub, to be closer to your husband. “What is it?”
Bucky didn’t reply. He looked into your eyes with so much love, you weren’t sure your heart could take it. Then, he reached out to you, cupping your cheek in his palm. He used his thumb to gently stroke your skin. And he smiled again.
The metal was cool against your flushed cheek.
You sat in shock, not quite sure you understood what was happening. He never touched your face with his metal hand. He was always scared that he would accidentally hurt you.
“Your skin is always so soft,” Bucky whispered, a break in his voice.
“You can… you can feel me?” You asked, his hand still delicately cupping your face.
“I can feel you,” Bucky replied. A tear escaped his eye, running silently down his cheek, getting lost in his scruff.
“H-how?” You asked, your own tears welling up.
“I don’t know exactly what went into it,” Bucky explained. “But Tony’s been working on it.”
“Did it… hurt?”
“Oh yeah. It hurt so much I didn’t think I could handle it,” Bucky’s hand slowly lowered from your face, fingers travelling softly down your neck, and then moving to trace along your collarbone with a barely there touch. His flesh hand reached out to tuck your hair behind your ear. “But I don’t care. I can feel you with both my hands again.”
You looked at him with a smile, your lip quivering as you failed to keep your tears from spilling. Bucky’s metal hand again moved to your face, this time treasuring your lips.
You hesitantly placed your hand on the back of his. “You can feel it all?”
“Yes,” Bucky struggled to say. “I feel how warm your lips are. I feel your hand resting on mine. I feel the water.”
You took his metal hand in yours, and placed a kiss on the palm. And you knew he felt it, because of his smile. You placed a finger to your lips, and kissed it softly. You knew he felt it, because of the way he looked at you. You sucked the finger into your mouth, pushing it back out with your tongue. You knew he felt it, because of the way he moaned.
No more words were shared between the two of you. Bucky hastily removed his clothing, and joined you in the bath, desperate to feel every inch of you. You reveled in his touch, allowing him all the time in the world to let his left hand get to know your body again.
“I love you, James,” you whispered into his ear.
“I love you too, (Y/N),” he replied, voice breathy and consumed by passion.
By the time you were done, the bath water was almost cold, and you were both thoroughly satisfied. Bucky helped you out of the bath, and wrapped your towel around you, almost reverently.
Dried off and dressed, and so happy you could barely stand it, you could sense that Tony was still in the building. You walked down to the common room, your right hand in Bucky’s metal hand, to see him.
When you saw him, he was chatting happily with Sam. When he saw you, he smiled gleefully. You let go of Bucky, and walked to Tony, enveloping him in a warm hug.
“Thank you for doing that for him, Tony,” you said. “Thank you for making him so happy.”
“It’s alright, Dove,” Tony replied, rubbing your back. “You both deserve some happiness.”
A little timeline of how Tamako has changed over the past year. I recently welcomed her newest incarnation as a F60 Cygne, almost exactly one year after I “completed” the first version of her. New Tamako is so much more like what I’d envisioned her as, with a sweeter look, rounded eyes, and pouty lips. I’ve also modded her nose to have less pointy tip and a slightly more curved bridge.
Her faceup’s quick and dirty since I used it as a warmup for my other commissions over the weekend but I’m pretty happy with it. I’ll be granting her a full (clothed) photoshoot soon!
She’s also very very excited to visit some of the friends she made last year at Doll North :) I’ll be going as an attendee this year so I can actually hang out! Feel free to message me if you’d like to plan a date at Tim Horton’s!!
Picked up some mini prints today!!
They would have looked a lot better if I had the versions of the book that I based the colour schemes on and also if the people who work at Staples understood the concept of using bleed when printing images.
Your hair clung annoyingly to your forehead as your hands scrambled frantically to find something –anything– to hold on to. The cold metal handle of the shower door was the only thing it found amidst your shallow, shaky breaths. His lips were soft, and slick under the running water. Namjoon’s hands stroked up and down your body, swiping bubbled layers of soapy water over you. The bar of soap pressed against your flesh, its subtle scent breathing through the plumes of steam growing in the shower. You could see the faint reflection of yourselves in the mirror through the thick coat of steam on the glass, and it was so fucking hot. His tall body stood behind yours, his long fingers lost in your cunt. He sighed with content and he brushed his thumb lightly over your already sensitive clit. “God, I love you so much,” he grunted, placing a kiss at the nape of your neck.
After spending over a year together, you had learned that the best way to some amazing sex was some highly provocative pictures while he was already sweaty at dance practice and a little audio recording right as he was on his way home. The result was always some exciting and very long-lasting sex trip through the rooms of your house. Needless to say, it never failed.
His lips travelled along your shoulder, leaving soft kisses as his hand grazed up and down your thigh. He was tracing your hip bones softly with the soap before he dropped it suddenly to the hard shower floor and slammed straight into you. “Namjoon, fuck!” You screamed out, the echo reverberating against the white porcelain and glass of the shower. “Shit, yes, yes, yes,” you sobbed, your chest trembling with the glorious sensation of his cock hitting your insides. It wasn’t the first time tonight.