sorry it took so long

Some artwork for @guy that I literally said I would have done over a month ago.

I know, I’m a horrible person…I’M SO SORRY! I got relly unexpectedly busy. but here is half of it! (I’ll do the other image we talked about soon!)

And no, this wasn’t a commission. And I know some artists out there are like, “what??? why would you do art for him for free?????” and I will tell you;

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anonymous asked:

hello friend I have had a pretty bad day do you think you can hmu with some fluffy whizzer/marvin headcanons??

awww i’m sorry friend!! i hope you have a much better day tomorrow!! these are for you, lovely<3

  • whizzer practically melts when marvin strokes his hair or scratches the nape of his neck (canon) but the moment anyone else touches whizzer’s hair, neck or face attack mode is Activated
  • whizzer also likes it when marvin traces patterns on his arms and hands when he’s tired. he watches him because the movements are just mesmerising and it’s so relaxing
  • whizzer didn’t like to hold hands before marvin (or more like he didn’t really consider it – was more of a one night stand than a relationship guy) but marvin just loves holding hands so much and whizzer loves to see him happy. whizzer quickly grows to love it and they’re practically always grabbing at each other in public.
  • marvin is the one who will insist he’s not hungry but then whizzer will buy an ice cream or something and marvin will tell him he should share because it’s only polite.
  • whizzer even offers to go buy another ice cream for him but he’s “not that hungry, god whizzer
  • whizzer practically lives in the crook of marvin’s neck. in bed? cuddling? watching a movie? literal magnetic attraction. even when whizzer’s asleep he moves just so he can stay in place. also this is an obvious advantage when it comes to neck kisses.
  • they go to art galleries together and point at the “ugly” paintings and say “that’s you”
  • marvin: i love yoooou
    whizzer: *snorts* gay
  • they both agree that 80s pop is the most superior pop to ever exist. i’m talking duran duran’s rio and david bowie’s let’s dance. i want you to imagine them in their kitchen at 2am dancing.
  • whizzer: *wiggling and stalking over to marvin as toto’s africa plays*
    marvin, laughing and covering his mouth: you’re- *wheeze* ridicULOUS
    whizzer: but you love me?
    marvin, teasing: let’s not go that far
  • marvin & whizzer: *losing their shit to madness’s baggy trousers in the car*
    jason, mortified: DAD, PLEASE DRIVE
  • whizzer meticulously takes care of his nails and nails are one of the first things he notices when he meets marvin.
  • marvin: well, hey there
    whizzer: god, your nails are awful. ever heard of pushing back your cuticles??
    marvin: i- what…?
  • i’m heading into modern au territory but they’re the couple that insists on clapping along to the Friend’s theme tune no matter what. you’re holding something? tough shit, not anymore!
  • marvin’s a really nice, deep but soft singer and it’s one of whizzer’s favourite things. they could be snuggling together as marvin nuzzles whizzer’s hair and whizzer will request that he sing “their song” – which changes every month btw – and marvin will happily oblige. 
  • i imagine love will tear us apart by joy division is unofficially “their song”.
  • they’re both dad dancers i don’t make the rules. they’re terrible and embarrassing but they’re loved.
  • whizzer loves to gush about the latest fashion trends or photography and marvin is always so eager to listen. whizzer also listens emphatically as marvin tells him about his day.
  • they’re both outrageously competitive. they make bets over the most mundane things.
  • marvin: i bet you can’t scale that wall
    whizzer, already climbing: you bet, my ass
  • one of them gets sick, then both of them gets sick so they are both whiney and unwell in bed together. 
  • they try to get each other to do things with excuses like “but you’re taller!!” “THAT DOESN’T MEAN ANYTHING, MARVIN”. 
  • charlotte and cordelia save them from their bed illness cacoon with food and medicine, don’t worry.
  • whizzer has the World’s Ugliest Laugh (snorts and gasps and all) but to marvin it’s the most beautiful thing. goes out of his way to make dumb jokes and tickle whizzer just to hear it.

anonymous asked:

Since I am the oldest sibling this is what happens to me regularly: Lance feels as if he needs to be perfect for everyone because he has so many people to be a role model for. Once he became part of Voltron, he started to lose that but once he got scolded by Shiro or somebody Idk?? He is reminded of old times and falls back into the old habits of him being a perfectionist??

Ohhhhh I like this a lot 

When Lance was still an only child he didn’t stress out when he made mistakes, no matter the size of them. Afterall he was still only 4 years old, he didn’t care if he messed up. It wasn’t until the twins were born that Lance realized his role in the family. 

Lance had just turned 5 and Lance was running around the house screaming at the top of his lungs. The twins were watching Lance from their highchairs in the kitchen laughing at their brother. Lance joined in on their laughter and accidentally ran into the coffee table, spilling it’s contents the floor.

“LANCE!” His mother into the room and immediately picked up the crying boy. Nobody was hurt and Lance’s mother told him it was okay, it was a simple mistake. 

Yet that simple mistake repeated itself, however it wasn’t executed by Lance. 

“Why would you two do that?!” Lance’s mother held the two twins in her arms as she scolded them quietly. They had both teamed up together and flipped the coffee table over a few weeks after Lance’s accident. The twins didn’t say anything except cry but Lance knew the answer as he watched his siblings. They did what he did, they repeated his mistake. 

Lance slowly walked up the stairs and flopped on his bed. I can’t make anymore mistakes, I don’t want my siblings to mess up like me. Lance closed his eyes and eventually drifted off to sleep. 

-

As Lance’s family grew bigger more stress was put on Lance. He was all of their role models and they all looked up to him, doing what he did. 

Lance became a perfectionist in and out of the house. Lance only got straight A’s, he was always top of his class. Lance was captain of the swim team at his school and won (almost) every competitions. When Lance was home he completed all of his chores to the best of his ability. He never swore, he always did his homework, he never argued with anyone and everything he did had to be perfect. Nothing more, nothing less. 

-

Lance was sitting in his bathroom at the Garrison, tears streaking his face. Cargo pilot. Is that the best I can do? Cargo pilot. Disgusting.  Lance wiped his eyes. If I would have studied just a bit more, if I got two more points I would have made it. Why? Keith doesn’t even try, how can he be better than me? I give it my all and I still end up behind him. Lance was pulled out of his thoughts by his phone ringing. He looked at at the contact and felt bile travel up his throat. 

Mamá <333

Lance closed his eyes, let’s get this over with. He answer the phone. 

-

None of his family was mad at him, they knew Lance gave it everything he had. That didn’t stop Lance from beating himself up over his failure. Yet Lance was moved up to fighter class after his rival dropped out. From there Lance meet his new team, Hunk and Pidge. He immediately clicked with Hunk but Pidge was more of a challenge. 

After some time all of them were shot up into space and Lance had more things to worry about than his small mistakes he made on Earth. 

-

As time went on, Lance started to move away from his perfectionate self. Sure making mistakes still had a negative effect on Lance but he didn’t beat himself up over them like he used to. He knew that no one was looking up to him as a role model, he was simply a part of the team. 

Until one day Lance made a huge mistake.They were training and Lance was told to watch Pidge’s back no matter what. She would be hacking something and Lance would have to shoot anything that came after her. Allura came up with this training strategy so they could practice before they were actually on the field. 

Lance was distracted, he couldn’t focus that day, everything seemed loud. He closed his eyes for a second and in the second a training bot ran past him and managed to hit Pidge. 

Someone immediately called and end to the training sequence and everyone bolted on to the floor. 

Pidge was immediately checked on and taken down to the infirmary by Hunk, despite her protest screaming that she was okay. Coran ran ahead of the two and Lance stared at the door that his friends just walked out of. 

Shiro and Keith helped pull Lance up so he was standing and Shiro gave his shoulder a quick shake. “Hey, Lance. What happened out there? You were doing so well.” 

Lance shook his head and looked at his leader. “I don’t know.” 

“You don’t know why you let your guard down? Lance, if this was real Pidge could have died.” Shiro spoke sternly, he wasn’t mad at Lance he was just making sure Lance understood the danger of what just happened. 

“I know and I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” Lance crossed his arms and attempted to make himself look smaller. 

Shiro sighed. “Lance, I’m not mad at you, please don’t think I am. I just want you to know how deadly this could be. Are you feeling okay? You look pale?” 

Lance nodded, “I need to go lie down.” Lance made his way to his room. 

-

Pidge was okay, she just got a small bruise and she wasn’t mad at Lance at all. She knew it was an honest mistake and she knew that he would never want to hurt her. 

Yet it had been a week or two since the accident and everyone could see how Lance changed. Everything he did had to be 100% perfect and if anything went wrong he would immediately run to his room and not come out until someone forced him out. 

Simple task, such as cleaning the pods, took him almost 75% longer since Lance insisted they weren’t cleaned to perfection yet. 

Lance took longer to form sentences and make conversation since he was always thinking about what to say and making sure it came out right. He flew Blue more carefully, never doing flips or having fun. He always listened to people and walked slowly never running into people or objects. 

Nobody knew why Lance was acting this way but whenever it was brought up Lance would just smile and keep his mouth shut. 

Nobody could get Lance back into his carefree attitude no matter what. They just watched their friend from a distance, keeping their worries at bay. 

BTW That coffee table thing actually happened to me. I babysit two kids and the girl knocked over the coffee table and the next time I was over there the little boy did the same thing 

I hope you like it!

Sorry it took so long!

Thank you <333

BTS Ideal Types

This is based off a rather intensive analyzing of their personalities as well as astrology and things they themselves have mentioned.

Jin: Jin needs someone really understanding and nurturing, someone who will pick up small things like when he’s nervous being around many people and then silently reach out for his hand. Someone who is optimistic and confident in their personality and their own brightness- someone whose positivity is just as infectious as his own. Definitely someone who’s honest and a good listener- someone who makes him feel comfortable and safe and appreciated. Friendly and naturally nice- someone who finds it difficult to be mean to anyone.

Yoongi: Not someone who’s necessarily shy, but someone who’s introverted with good composure and an admirable outlook on their and other people’s feelings and situations- someone who encourages him to think about everyone’s side of the story. Someone’s who’s wise. A person who is bold and captivating- enthralling people with their passion and unique character and opinions. Helpful and friendly. Someone who is patient and understanding with him and admires his passions- wanting to hear all about it. Someone with a sense of bluntness who states things simply without sugar coating them. Loves music.

Hoseok: A person with a sense of logic and who can be realistic. Someone with a huge heart and an endless capacity for love, like they don’t just ‘like that plant’ they ‘fricking adore that plant’, they don’t just ‘care for their friends’ they ‘would do anything for their friends’. Very clever, bossy but not in a suffocating way. Someone he can trust 100% and can confide everything in. Reliable- he can always count on them. Just naturally cute, has cute quirks they don’t even notice but he’ll adore. Very unique and odd and entertaining without even trying. Kind of awkward. Plays with his hair.

Namjoon: Incredibly strong- a heart able to endure a lot, and who purposefully will go through that for the benefit of people around them. Intense, beautiful eyes and a captivating voice- their passion has him wanting to listen to them talk all night and he’ll love the way their whole face lights up. Might be very tough or have a hard shell but actually has the warmest most caring and tender heart. May not be overly affectionate with everyone or may not show what they feel very easily, but shows him love and affection. A person who is oriented towards their future family. Great listener and very supportive. Like a rock in his life who also exudes tenderness. Captures people’s attention. 

Jimin: Someone who’s open, warm, tender and embracing with him but a little shy and awkward around other people. He feels like they lean on him and he supports them. Someone who’s cute, blushes easily and a little clumsy. Awesome, witty sense of humour. Secretly looks out for everyone. Maybe a little stubborn but has a soft heart. Holds his hand for support. Would snuggle him all day and always makes him tea. Talks him to sleep. Just extremely gentle and tender. Sees clothes they think he’ll look good in and buys it for him but is too shy to straight out give it to him so will nonchalantly leave it somewhere for him to find.

Taehyung: Mature, developed opinions, deep thoughts, alternative tastes, loves art and things like photography and music and poetry. Open-minded and ready to learn about the world- constantly researching things. Has lots of quirky friends because they’re just naturally accepting and laid-back. Listens well but can also talk your ear off- can get very excited when talking about things they care about. Knows when to be serious and think reasonably. Very happy, chilled and positive vibes. Strong and shares their strength with everyone. Literally everyone. Tries really hard. Friend and family orientated but just very humanitarian in general. Very clever. Can be crazy and weird. Absolutely mesmerizingly strange laugh.

Jungkook: Someone who thinks the world of him- someone who could just listen to him and watch him all day. Appreciates and picks up small things and compliments him on it. Boosts his confidence. A naturally mothering, comforting and warm hearted person. Grabs his hand in excitement. Funny. Playful and cheerful, gets really hyped and hypes up people around them. Can be really shy. Someone really snuggly and soft. Massages him. Shows genuine interests in his interests. Play computer games with him and listens to all his music. Reads to him.

(Let me know who you’d be most suited to :D) 

anonymous asked:

Lance for forgetting everything temporarily

Ohhhhhhhhh

You can read this with slight klangst if you want! 

Lance groaned as he lifted his head off the ground, everything hurt and Lance slowly looked at his surroundings. He was on some sort of planet, that definitely wasn’t Earth, and he stared at the giant Blue lion that was laying a couple hundred meters away from him. 

Is that a giant lion? Judging from where I’m located and the lion is located I must have come from inside that ship? Lance attempted to stand up but pain consumed him and he fell right back down on the purple grass. What type of place has purple grass?

Lance laid in complete silence his head throbbing and his muscles screaming out in pain whenever he moved them slightly. After a few minutes of Lance attempting to remember how he got in this situation he heard someone calling his name. 

“Lance? Lance? Are you okay?” A low panic voice came through Lance’s helmet and Lance groaned in pain from the noise. 

“Keith calm down, Pidge has the Blue Lion on our scanners, he can’t be far from her.” Another low voice came over Lance’s helmet and Lance threw the helmet off his head. Everything was too loud and Lance didn’t know who these people were or how they knew his name. 

How do they know me? I don’t recognize them at all, and what the fuck is a Pidge? 

Lance felt his heart race increase when he saw more giant lions fall down from the sky. Lance had no idea what they were but they landed next to the Blue lion and were those people coming out of them? Lance could barely keep his eyes open and he eventually let sleep consume him just as he heard footsteps get closer. 

-

About a week later Lance fell out of the pod and was immediately caught by Hunk. 

“LANCE! You’re finally awake!” Hunk hugged his best friend tighter, ignoring the confused sounds Lance was making. 

Lance felt like he couldn’t breathe and used all of his strength to push back against the person who was hugging him. “Get off me!” After what felt like eternity the person let Lance go and he slumped to the floor. 

Lance looked around the room and saw six strange looking people that were looking at him like they knew him and that he was crazy for pushing that guy away from him and screaming at him. 

“Lance are you alright?” A ginger haired man with a huge moustache approached him with concern in his eyes. 

Lance looked at the man who was speaking to him. “Who are you?” 

-

Lance was sitting what was apparently his bedroom with the man he now knew as Coran. He was escorted here after a raven haired boy started to scream and the man who hugged him broke down crying. 

“So you are telling me that you don’t know any of the people in this place?” Coran questioned as he stared at Lance intently. 

Lance shook his head no, “should I?” 

“Yes, we’ve been living together for a few months now. You knew Hunk and Pidge back at the Garrison. Shiro was your hero and Keith was your rival.” Coran counted off his fingers as he listed the different thing Lance should know. 

Lance was destroying his brain thinking about what Coran was saying but everything seemed like new information. “I’m sorry, I just don’t remember any of it.” 

Coran sighed and stood up from where he was sitting. “Stay here, I’ll get you some food and we can discuss ways to jog your memory.” 

Lance watched the older man exit his room and placed his head in his hands. I don’t know what I should know. Who are these people? Why am I with them? What purpose do I serve with them? Lance kept his head in his hands and stayed in his room even when he heard the same raven hair boy yelling down the hallways and other people telling him to calm down. 

I really liked this idea tbh 

I may write more if people want! 

I hope you like it! 

Sorry this took so long!!!

Thank you! 

Lights On

Anonymous asked: can you do an first meet encounter? it can end however you’d like!

A/N: I kinda combined this with the one where someone requested more smut?? Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, smut, oral (male receiving)

Originally posted by justcuchu

The cool summer nights were one of your favorite things about life at the moment. You made it a habit to come to this park and sit on the swing, sketching a picture out in the dim lighting of the moon. 

It calmed you, being able to watch people as dusk fell over the park and they began packing their things to go home. Soon enough, you were alone in the park and added shading to a drawing of the worn down park bench across from you that you had started a couple days ago. 

The chains that held the swing up creaked while your legs pushed your body back and forth, swaying softly with the wind. 

You heard rushed footsteps, causing you to slam your sketchbook closed and turn your attention to the sidewalk in front of you. 

Your heart was in your throat, suddenly aware of the creepy situation ahead of you. 

The footsteps walked in front of you, tripping over the raised concrete on the sidewalk. You held back a giggle, immediately stepping off the swing set and rushing to the person. 

“Are you okay?” You said, putting your hand on the stranger’s arm while they groaned in pain. 

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