During the weekend of Gallifrey One (February 17 - 19), my friend Heather had a bad seizure after Saturday’s events and was briefly hospitalized. It was there she discovered the breast cancer she was fighting in 2016 metastasized into her brain. I’ve known her husband, Stephan, for many years during my San Diego Comic Con days, and after hearing this horrible news, I wanted to do something nice for them both.
After Gallifrey One ended, I sent a request to Matt Lucas on Twitter to see if he and the other cast members could make a
video for Heather.
responded and told me to email his agency, Troika Talent, to provide further information. Once I did all that, I only waited a few days. I received an email back on March 1st from his agent with this video attached. While working on the episode, World Enough and Time, Matt filmed himself, Pearl, Peter, and Michelle a get-well-soon message for Heather.
I’m only posting this because Series 10 is done filming and Heather wants to also post it online. Matt also said it was okay to share after the episode aired.
I’m very grateful they did this. It was one of the most thoughtful, kindest, and sweetest gestures the main Doctor Who cast ever did for my friends! 😊💕
Sorry for not updating much on here. I’m super busy with homework, but hopefully my illustration projects will be done soon so I can share them.
These are the fronts of a series of Valentine’s Day cards I’m making for my AdGraph class. I wanted to do LGBTQA+ cards since I never see any, but I also wanted to do deer puns, so here ya go. I call them my queer deer! My intention was to make stags for a gay guy couple, does for a lesbian couple, and fawns for a gender neutral couple. I hope you guys like them!
No one made a move to help him, and she struck him once
more with her power. The red marble splintered where he hit it, spiderwebbing
toward me. With wave after wave she hit him. Rhys groaned.
“Stop,” I breathed, blood filling my mouth as I strained a hand to
reach her feet. “Please.”
Rhys’s arms buckled as he fought to rise, and blood dripped from
his nose, splattering on the marble. His eyes met mine.
The bond between us went taut. I flashed between my body and his,
seeing myself through his eyes, bleeding and broken and sobbing.
I’m just. Going to curl into a ball and cry myself to sleep okay? “No one made a move to help him” is just so…painful yet justified on their parts. Rhys has carved out this place for himself, this no-man’s land. And it’s what I talked about before with the question of how far he went and whether it was ever too far. And he walks an incredibly thin line here to truly fall in a neutral zone whereby no-one will help him…but they won’t help Amarantha either. But he’s alienated himself and I wonder about that over the last 50 years. With no allies but no real enemies either. Just emptiness. It’s not difficult to see how Feyre and Rhys bond so closely in ACOMAF with the similar experiences that they’ve had.
And I also love that the follow-up to this, to Feyre realising that no-one was helping Rhys…is to reach out and help him herself. Amarantha has shattered her bones at this point, tortured her far beyond anything she’s ever endured…and she lies on the floor, bloody and battered and exhausted and she asks her to stop…She asks her to stop hurting Rhys.
There’s some really painful parallels going on here? Rhys slaved for Amarantha for fifty years and didn’t dream of killing her for himself. He didn’t pick up that dagger for himself. He was content to let Tamlin have that final kill; he’d already told Feyre that. He picked it up for Feyre. He picked it up for his mate. Amarantha hurting Feyre was what pushed him into action. And that’s just. So important for their dynamic. Rhys saves Feyre in ACOMAF. But as I’ve said before, she’s already saved him in ACOTAR.
And I love that it’s at this moment that Feyre becomes fully aware of that bond and how closely it binds her to Rhys. She still thinks it’s the bargain, the tattoo, but she feels it in this moment. As they reach for each other. As these two neutral people, the ones that weren’t worth either helping or harming beyond what was happening, these two battered, broken souls made to feel worthless by the world, who won’t lift a finger to defend themselves, reach for each other, help each other and take that first step together down a very long road to healing.
New doodle of Elane. It’s been a while, but I wasn’t happy with the previous ones. One of the biggest comments I got was that people thought she should be tanner. So I tried tanning her up. Without her hair drawn, she looked super tan, but now that I’ve added her hair…she looks less so. Still, she’s darker than she was. My ability to make things fun and glow-y is the same as my ability to draw hair, non existent. So please excuse the shotty hair painting.
Some redoodles to be done soon along with some ACOTAR stuff.
so I’m finally reading City of Heavenly Fire so I can be done with tmi and I just lost it for a solid 3 minutes
jace, sweetheart I do love you and your sarcasm, it reminds me too much of Will to not love you as well. But this guy brought a fucking condom into hell and I am dying. The lead up was nice and cute and it was their first time so blah blah adorable. Meanwhile I’m thinking, I wonder if there’s like a pregnancy protection rune or something cause they aren’t going to have a condom. Low and behold he reaches into his gear for a condom and I had to put the book down I was laughing so hard. They had like barely minutes to prepare and said to pack the essentials and this dude, who at this point still can’t touch clary for prolonged periods or he’ll literally melt her face off, thinks to bring a condom. I don’t know if it’s just like shadowhunter preparedness 101 but my dude was fucking prepared
Got7 reaction to you being in an accident and having amnesia
A/N - Three different anons requested scenarios where you got into an accident and had amnesia so I decided to just compile those requests into one reaction. It makes things a lot easier for me as I don’t think I’d be able to come up with three different storylines, they’d probably all be very similar. Hopefully you guys like this anyway. The initial request for JB may still be done as a separate imagine sometime soon once I’ve finished other JB requests/series. Anyway, this bit was waaaay too long haha so please enjoy and send in more of your wonderful requests!
Mark: Mark would probably be the most calm in this situation. He seems like he’d be able to control his outer emotions and just focus on you and your wellbeing. Mark would want to make sure you trusted him before he even began to try and bring back your memory.
JB: First he’d be worried for your health but once he found out you had no serious physical injuries he’d be so relieved. Once he was able to visit you in the hospital he’d be truly devastated to know you didn’t remember him. JB would be so determined to get you to remember he’d do literally anything for you.
Jackson: I see Jackson as being a very protective boyfriend so to know you didn’t remember who he was would break his heart. But despite that he’d be willing to fight for you and would do everything in his power to get your memory back. Jackson would never give up on you and he’d tell you that everyday until your memories were restored.
Jinyoung: Jinyoung would cry so much if he ran into your hospital room saying your name and trying to hug you, only to be met with a “who are you?”. His whole life would shatter before his eyes and he would be in shock for a few minutes until he could pull himself together and help you get through something that was probably way worse for you.
Youngjae: Youngjae would have no idea what to do. Finding out about your amnesia would make him so scared and worried for your future. He’d be petrified that all the memories the two of you had together would be gone. He’d try not to let you see his tears though because he wouldn’t want to make you feel guilty for not remembering him.
Bambam: Bambam would hide his true emotions. On the outside he’d try and act as if it was okay and he wouldn’t want to worry you but inside he’d be destroyed. He’d put aside those sad emotions until he was alone and could cry without anyone there to see. Whenever he was around you, he’d make sure that you were comfortable and okay.
Yugyeom: I feel like Yugyeom would be really worried and unsure about what to so. If you had amnesia he wouldn’t want to overwhelm you with memories or force it upon you. Instead he’d just slowly try and help you come to terms with the whole situation before trying to restore your memory. It’d be a hard process but it’d be one he was willing to do for you.
“Stop staring at me, teme!” Naruto hated it when Sasuke stared at him when he was eating.
Sasuke rolled his eyes and turned his head to look at the television, “You really should eat healthier, considering your…condition.”
Naruto growled in response, his mouth full of noodles. Once he slurped them down he chided back, “A condition you put me in.”
With no further response from Sasuke, Naruto considered that a win and continued to eat his ramen in peace. It wasn’t like him eating ramen was a strange thing. On the contrary, it was usually his go-to lunch. But since they’d found out Naruto was pregnant Sasuke had started being a lot more judgmental over Naruto’s diet, trying to shove fruits and vegetables down his throat at any opportunity to try and offset the copious amounts of ramen he ate. It was a behavior Naruto found increasingly annoying. He hadn’t expected Sasuke to ever be this naggy.
Then again, it wasn’t like he’d expected any of this to happen. How could he? When he and Sasuke had started dating over a year ago, they never even considered the possibility that Naruto was capable of such a thing. So when Naruto threw up every morning for a week straight only a month or so after their honeymoon, they were understandably perplexed. An even more confused Sakura was the one who had to break the news to them after a quick trip to the hospital.
The first question on everyone’s mind was, of course, how the hell this was even possible? The answer came from Kurama, who was quite amused by the entire situation. Being a jinchuriki to the nine-tailed fox had some unintended side effects, and since all previous jinchurikis had been female this was a side effect that had been entirely unknown until this point. It was the same side effect that made Naruto so adept at creating his trademark sexy jutsu. His gender wasn’t exactly fixed, the way most people would strictly define themselves as male or female. While his anatomy was male for the most part, there was a bit of flexibility there. Unfortunately, he had little control over that flexibility, as he discovered the hard way, but Kurama had gleefully saw fit to experiment with him as he pleased once he’d figured it out. Naruto wasn’t quick to forgive him, but once he warmed up to the idea he decided what Kurama had done was not the worst thing in the world.
The second question, one that plagued Naruto and Sasuke’s minds every day, were they ready for this? They had only been married a few months now, and already they were being thrust into parenthood before they could so much as finish their honeymoon. Naruto assumed he was the more anxious, especially since he and Sasuke still had their ups and downs and Naruto was usually the one to be offended by Sasuke’s snide remarks first. He worried that he and Sasuke weren’t ready for this next step in their relationship, let alone ready for parenting children.
His greatest fear, one that drowned him in constant nightmares, was that Sasuke would leave him…again. Not in a relationship sense, but in a very literal sense. While Sasuke had been living in the village again for almost two years now, Sasuke had tried to leave about four months into their relationship. It wasn’t that he was seeking power or revenge again, but his guilt and anxiety over the pain he’d put Naruto through and the discomfort he felt living in the same village that sentenced his clan to death led him to conclude that leaving was best for himself and Naruto. Of course, Naruto would have none of that. With his tailed-beast mode he was easily able to catch up to Sasuke.
“There’s nowhere you can go where I won’t follow, Sasuke. I know it’s hard being in the village, but nothing will change if we just walk away from it. Forget about the fact that you’re in the village, just focus on me. I’m your home. Together we can make the village a home to you again, a place where no one would ever have to go through what you did. But I need you to do that. I need you to trust me, to be by my side and work with me towards making that future a reality.”
Sasuke returned, but Naruto was still deeply hurt that Sasuke had harbored such doubts for so long and hadn’t talked to him about them. They were both new to this whole relationship thing at the time, but Naruto knew that things weren’t going to work if there was no communication, so he made it his mission to break through Sasuke’s walls, one by one, no matter what.
But now here they were, with Naruto still trying to break down those walls while fighting off his own out-of-whack hormones. He placed his empty ramen bowl on the coffee table and looked over at Sasuke, who was still focused on the TV, something he only ever really did when he was deep in thought. Naruto felt bad about trying to guilt-trip Sasuke before, so he scooched over to him and rested his head on his shoulder, “It’s not your fault…”
Sasuke’s gaze shifted over to him. His gaze softened, “Dobe, we’re both at least a little responsible. But I get what you mean.” He smirked, “Even if it were all my fault, it’s not such a bad thing I suppose.”
Naruto smiled, “No, it’s not.” He looked down at his swollen belly and rested his hand on it.
Sasuke followed Naruto’s gaze and chuckled, “Our happy little accidents.”
“Our happy little miracles. Asshole.” Naruto stuck his tongue out at his husband. Maybe they weren’t ready for this, but since when were they ready for anything life threw at them? Whatever the case, Naruto was going to stick it through, especially since he had Sasuke. With Sasuke by his side, he felt like he could take on anything, and it was a feeling he was still overjoyed to be experiencing again.
So for something a little extra since I got a pretty good response to my summaries of the Himitsu Chapter 1. I decided to go ahead a do the same thing with the Hisa-Nii’s one shot chapter entitled “The chaotic future of the Aikawa house” since I have had the magazine for a while. It is a pretty short chapter at under 20 pages and it’s just a quick little fun chapter but let’s get started nevertheless :D and yes in case your wondering that is “Future Yuu” on the cover. Disclaimer: As always I may of missed things here and there but I try to go through the most important stuff, but sometimes I do miss things. So ignore any mistakes *I didn’t proof read that much since it’s a summery and I didn’t really time too the past week* Sometimes It’s hard to find the right words to translate to since I am still getting the hang of it but hopefully one day it will get easier right? :) Lastly please make sure you give lots of love to Sakuraga Mei Sensei due to the fact that she is amazing <3 Enjoy!
hi everyone!!!!! so just making this post to update u all on what im working n such as usual :-D todays the fourth of july so ill be with my family all day and wont have time to sit down and write but i HAVE narrowed down some ideas. ill either be working on a request or one of my own ideas!!!!!! regardless. itll be a oneshot and depending on which i work on. it could be 20k+ words or as short as 10K+ words!!!!!!! so when i do update. itll be a lot for u to read hopefully!!!!!
I would be so interested in a Danneel x Reader, need more of that awesome lady.
Well the people leaving my blog and the person being an asshole anon just lit a fire under my stubborn ass.
I will write a Danneel x Reader one shot as soon as I am done with the poly series. I am 3 parts out of 7 in right now but I am holding off on posting this one till it is done because it is my first poly series and I wanna be able to go back and change things if needed.
Fandom/Pairing: Elsword; none Rating: T Word Count: 5,247
Summary: Diabolic Esper has caused serious damage when he changed Mastermind’s past. Lunatic Psyker searches for his alternative selves, unaware of Glave’s intentions. Sequel to Apocalypse, Part VII for the Seal of Time Series. Can be read as standalone.
Rating: PG-13, due to drug use and hostage situation. Do not read if either of the two are triggering.
I’ve been working at the BAU for nearly three years, and never once have I slipped up on anything. But, of course, the one time I do, it results in my taking hostage. It was hell, quite literally, to be stuck in a room with a sadistic serial killer. I was just his type, I knew I was, but I couldn’t wait for the rest of my team to show up. I had to play the hero.
So here I was, strapped to a metal chair, in a cold, dark, and damp room. I had yet to see the man who had taken me captive, as he had been wearing a mask every time he came in the room, but I had an idea of what he looked like. Male, late 30’s, white. A clammering came from the large door behind me, making me jump in fear. It had been nearly 24 hours, and my team had yet to find me. I’ll spare you the gory details of what the man had done to me over the last day, but think of the worst possible thing that could happen to a person, beside being killed, and you’re probably correct.
The bruises on my arms burned as I began to pull against my restraints once more. I knew it was useless, but I had to keep trying. My body was exhausted, my eyes were red and bloodshot, but I had to hang in there, I knew the team would find me… Wouldn’t they?
Another bang came from behind the door, causing the tears to run from my eyes. God, I knew if they didn’t find me soon, I was done for. Soon, a series of thuds sounded against the metal door, and I cried out in relief, knowing it had to be my team. The man had the door locked, I knew that, but he wouldn’t have lost the key. He wasn’t unorganized.
With one final thud, the metal door fell to the ground, as the familiar voice of Spencer Reid rang through the room, “(Y/N)!”
He ran to me, dropping his gun onto the floor once he realized it was safe. He pulled against the straps on my arms and legs, getting them free, as I cried in joy to see my team had pulled through. As soon as I was able to move, I wrapped my arms around Spencer, thankful to finally be able to control my body.
“It’s alright (Y/N), I got you. I got you,” Spencer soothed, holding me in his arms, and rubbing my back. He picked me up, and started our journey outside to the ambulance. The entire time, he was whispering to me about how proud he was I made it through this. I was finally going to be okay again…
Nearly a month had passed since I was rescued, and the time Hotch had given me to recover was almost over. I assured him that I could work, but he was having none of it. He ordered me to wait, get healthy again, and frequently visit a doctor for checkups. I did the first two things, but I refused to do the last.
Nights were terrible for me. Every single time I closed my eyes, I saw that room. I saw the man, and I relived the things that happened to me. I hadn’t been sleeping much, until I found out that my neighbor just so happened to be a drug dealer, and was more than willing to give me just the thing I needed to forget.
I was always careful with it, knowing that I couldn’t inject myself when someone was going to check on me. They were profilers, for Christ’s sake, I think they would know if I was high. But today, the team was on another case in California, so I had more than enough time to forget everything, and be back to normal by the time they got back.
With a belt around my arm, I grabbed the needle, and plunged it into my arm. I groaned, rolling my eyes back into my head, as the liquid pushed into my veins. Instantly, I fell asleep on the floor of my living room.
I don’t know how much time had passed, but when I opened my eyes to a frantic voice, it was dark throughout my apartment. Spencer was kneeling in front of me, his eyes watery, his voice nearly gone from his yelling for my attention. I looked down, seeing the belt still looped around my arm, but the needle was sitting next to Spencer.
“(Y/N)…” he whispered, pushing a strand of hair out of my face. “(Y/N), why would you do this to yourself? You know you can talk to me, always. Always.”
“(Y/N), I know it hurts. I do, I really do. Before you joined the team, the same thing happened to me. But the man who kidnapped me, Tobias, he injected me with Dilaudid. I- I struggled with the same thing you are.”
“Spencer… I had no idea,” I started, gulping as I shivered in his arms.
“This isn’t about me, (Y/N). I want you to know that I’m here for you. I can take time off, I’ll ask hotch. Just, let me help you, please.”
With tears in my eyes, I clung to the tall man. I had no idea what to do. It felt so good, and I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help it. I needed it. It helped me.
“Spencer… How do you heal?” I cried.
“With a lot of hard work, and a lot of support. But you can do it, (Y/N). I know you can.”
“Shadowhunters: looking better in black than the widows of our enemies. Since 1234” I ABSOLUTELY LOVE JACE WHEN HE SAID THIS😂 i lowkey miss reading the TMI and TID series but as soon as im done reading a few other books, i’ll get started on Lady Midnight!!! -dp