style and ease

ART TIP: Keep a balance between digital and traditional art

because there are things traditional art will teach you that digital art won’t, and the same goes the other way

“Is this 03 or Brotherhood?”, the definitive guide

I know a lot of people have trouble telling the two FMA anime apart, and I’ve noticed an increase in confusion lately, so I thought I’d make a post to help clear it up! I’ll go over some telltale differences between the two styles, in order of ease. For images, Brotherhood will be on the left, and 03 on the right.

1. Al’s armor

If Al is present in an image, he’s the quickest way to tell the difference between the two series. 03 Al is fairly greenish in hue, and his face looks similar to the early stages of the manga, with a very rectangular chin. Brotherhood Al is much greyer, a little shinier, perhaps a bit bulkier, and his face is more angular with a curvier chin, giving him something of a permanent >:( face. His toes curve up in Brotherhood, but not in 03. Also, since the fight with Buccaneer never happened in 03, if Al’s ponytail is short, it’s definitely Brotherhood!

2. Characters who appear in one series but not the other

This is something of a no-brainer, but it’s worth mentioning. Look at what characters are present in the image. Anyone who appears after the Dublith arc in the manga/Brotherhood would not be in 03. Conversely, characters such as Dante, Lujon, Archer, the Tringham brothers, and Leo don’t appear in Brotherhood.

3. The women

While this doesn’t necessarily apply to every screencap, women in 03 tend to have somewhat defined lips, while they don’t usually in Brotherhood (with the exception of Olivier, who wouldn’t be in 03 anyway). This is especially true of promotional art, as opposed to screencaps.

4. The chain

(Running in the shadooooows~)

On every Amestrian military uniform, there’s a rope chain on the right shoulder, which also attaches to the front of the breast. In 03, the bit connecting the chain to the front of the uniform is braided, while in Brotherhood, that portion is a single cord.

5. Colors + general vague feeling

Colors can sometimes be used to tell the difference, if the lighting is standard. Colors in Brotherhood are fairly muted, but not too dark, and generally stick to shades of red, blue, yellow, black, white, and brown. They might almost be described as pastel, at least compared to 03. While colors in 03 are usually more saturated than Brotherhood, they’re also a lot darker, and not nearly as coordinated in hue. Also, 03 characters in general tend to have something of a youthful look to them, compared to Brotherhood, and noses are usually longer and pointier than in Brotherhood.

6. Specific character differences

Certain characters have notably different looks between series. If these characters appear in a screencap, you can look to them for clues. Some examples:

  • Ed: His hair is darker and more orange in 03. He also wears the same outfit throughout most of it, while his alternate outfits from Brotherhood don’t appear. His face shape also pretty much stays the same in 03, while in Brotherhood he matures physically towards the end of the series.
  • Al: His human form in 03 has noticeably darker, more brown hair than Ed, whereas in Brotherhood there’s really very little difference between the two. Shamballa Al is also very distinct: Long hair in a ponytail, basically dresses like Ed. Post-Promised Day Brotherhood Al looks older than Shamballa Al, and has short hair.
  • Winry: Her “work outfit” in 03 had a pink bandana and light purple pants. In Brotherhood, the bandana is green, and her pants are tan.
  • Rose: Had dark skin and pink bangs in 03, while in Brotherhood, her skin is light and her bangs are more of an auburn color. She also appeared much more in 03.
  • Scar: 03 Scar looked way younger, and had no cheekbones. Brotherhood Scar has cheekbones and could crush 03 Scar’s teen vogue looking ass with his bare hands.
  • Bradley: Brotherhood Bradley has wrinkles on his forehead, and a very defined nose. 03 Bradley has a more empty face, and also usually a darker skin tone. Brotherhood Bradley also looks a lot more pissed off compared to 03 Bradley, most of the time.
  • Greed: In 03, Greed’s shield form is dark blue with red eyes. In Brotherhood, it’s grey with black eyes. His undershirt is also dark blue in 03, while it’s dark red in Brotherhood. Also, obviously, Greeling does not appear in 03.
  • Kimblee: Brotherhood Kimblee is a suave ass motherfucker with the best fashion sense in the entire series. 03 Kimblee has this absolutely terrible circa 1980s Rachel Summers-esque braid/buzz cut combo that makes me want to cry every time I look at it.

it just feels Good and Right to wear black and look like a scruffy nu goth punk. like does anyone else ever get that feeling, when you put together an outfit you Love and your makeup comes out blended and right and you see yourself and it just feels like You. like when i’m wearing chipped black nail polish, or black lipstick, or my killstar leggings with the sigils on them, or a leather jacket. it just hits the spot. like seeing a frog on a lily pad. like yea this is what youre supposed to do. congratulations 

Minimalism Meets College: Minimalist Tips

1. Giant Backpack, No More: Put your large NorthFace or traditional styled backpack to the side, and transition to a lightweight, simple oversized tote or purse-type backpack.

In it, include: a simple wallet that carries importance cards and your school ID; (a repurpose DIY) a glasses case as a pencil case that can hold: 2-3 pens, 2 pencils, a sharpie and a highlighter; your day planner or journal (depending on how you keep track of assignments and things-to-do); your laptop and/or notebooks (if your classes don’t permit electronic note taking); and your room and/or car key(s).

2. Take Control of Your Notes, Structure Over Stress: If you’re a visual or kinesthetic learner, taking your notes by hand is helpful. If you’re an auditory learner, try recording your notes. For ease, designate one notebook for each class to make reviewing and maintenance easier (option: color coordinate too for easy identification). Organize your material by going digital. For each class, create a file for writing assignments/essays on your laptop. This makes sorting through past papers easier and decluttering/removal less tedious.

3. Downgrade Your Dorm: Don’t just leave decluttering for your room at home, take it to college with you. The struggle between your social life and academics is never ending; however, having a clean, organized, simple room (with your own special flare and style) can ease the daily stress of being a college student. Having a space of your own—that embodies your minimalist attitude/outlook—allows you to further embrace and practice a minimalistic lifestyle that is genuine to you. Avoid the bad habit of focusing on and adding décor to your dorm to make it feel personal—it only promotes clutter as you’re not in need of all that décor. Being a college student isn’t easy. Take this as the perfect opportunity for a low-budget, room make-over. In addition, if you’re an out-of-state student who moves out of their dorm every school year, doing more with less in your dorm makes storage and travelling a lot less stressful and easier to manage: you’ll pack fewer clothing items, shoes, health and beauty products; you won’t have to pay so much for storage (especially if you share a unit with other students who might need the space); and you will not leave as many items behind for someone who lives nearby campus to hang onto for you. As a bonus, move-in day will no longer be “move-in week”.

4. That’s Money, Honey: As a given, minimalism allows you to save money. Use this advantage to manage your college budget, you’ll be surprised how much money you might save. Your college budget might not be as small as you once imagined. Rather, your budget will prove to be livable and fitting for your lifestyle. Take this as an opportunity to start practicing financial habits that could carry over into adulthood. In addition, renting your textbooks and/or reselling them is a good way to cut down on buying full price textbooks and not accumulate a library of books you’ll never use again. Try to avoid hanging onto books “just-in-case” someone else might need them. Go ahead and sell, or rent to begin with so you’re not left with that load on your hands. For novels and such, try going digital with your books on a tablet or Kindle—or buy eBooks (if permitted by your professor).

5. Recycle the School Year: Feel free to recycle old notes, exams, and/or papers from courses you’re sure you’ll never revisit. If you feel the need to keep a paper or exam (until graduation or end of the year), digitally save them on your laptop for later use then delete them. If anything, general notes for courses can be found online as well, so try to avoid getting too attached.

6. Apply What You Learn: Reduce mental clutter and apply what you learn after you’ve learned it. This can be done by immediately starting on a homework assignment, assigned reading, or reviewing your class notes after your classes. This improves your cognitive retention about the material, reduces stress when it comes to exam time, and promotes healthier learning habits that can result in long-term academic success.

{ heavy eyes }

pairing: hamilsquad x reader

prompt: I was hoping to request hamilsquad x reader maybe the reader keeps falling asleep everywhere because they’re having trouble sleep at night but they don’t want to worry the boys

a/n: this is,,, so cute,, and very relatable bc i tend to do this at times. enjoy!


You were fighting to keep your eyes open. You were yawning way too much. You hated that this sleepy feeling always seemed to strike you when it was still daytime, yet at night, you couldn’t have felt more awake. 

This daytime sleepiness was making it harder for you to sleep at night. You were okay for a few days, until the lack of sleep started to catch up with you.

The first time you had been caught sleeping was when you went to Hercules’ studio. You had the day off and you promised Herc that you’d help him reorganize the place–-it was mostly little things like helping him carry in fabric and organizing it by color. You did it all without much trouble. It was kind of soothing.

He then asked you to model something for him. You were okay getting into the dress he had made for another client. It was really chance that you were about the same size. When you had to stand on the little pedestal, you started to zone out. You could hear Hercules talking to you and you mumbled half-hearted answers. 

You were up there for what felt like an eternity. The dress was really pretty, you wouldn’t deny that. You were glad to help, but you felt your own eyes closing ever so slightly, until they finally shut. 

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some test art, for coloring, and abs-
also because Barto was a whole challenge of manlyness.
I didn’t forget the request www I just started this and I wanted to finish it before
also, I’ll make some other One piece chara like that 8D

Stay Alive for Me (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader) Part 1

Originally posted by thedivorcecrockpot

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Teenager!Reader

Requested?: No

Prompt: Lin finds a teenage girl unconscious at his doorstep and decides to nurse her back to health. As her stay is extended, Lin finds himself attached to the troubled teen that captured his heart.

Words: 1100+

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse.

Masterlist / Part Two

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Run.

That thought raced through your head as your feet hit the concrete as you ran for your life through the dark and cold streets of New York. You could hear him. You could hear his profanities and yells but they got quieter as you got farther and farther away from that hell house. You needed to leave. You’d die if you stayed. You didn’t care about the clothes or the items you left behind, you just couldn’t be there anymore. You had to get as far away as possible. Just keep running, (Y/N). 

Keep running.

You stopped at a bus stop, doubled over and gasping for breath. Your muscles ached and the bruisings and cuts screamed for you to stop moving. You can’t hear him anymore. You saw your breath come out in misty clouds in front of you. You felt cold water on the back of your neck. You felt in on your arms. You felt it on your scalp. Rain. Wonderful. You were going to die of hypothermia. You had to get somewhere safe before this drizzle turned into a downpour. You looked up and saw you were in front of an apartment building. Maybe someone here could house you for the night? You had about $50 in your pocket so that should be enough for just one night. Then you’re gonna get to your mom’s house in Albany. She’ll take you in, you know she will. 

As you lurched forward towards the apartment building, you felt light headed and dizzy. Bile bubbled up into your mouth but you forced it back down. You forced yourself across the sidewalk and into the apartment building. It was surprisingly busy, but only because it was about seven or eight at night. You maneuvered your way through the crowd and slipped into the elevator undetected. You leaned against the wall as the elevator moved, making you wobble and shake. Then you stopped moving and the elevator’s doors opened. The group of adults all got out, forcing you to move. You stepped out of the elevator and followed most of the people down the hall and turned the left corner. You followed like a lost puppy then you started stalling behind and the hallway began to swirl and move. You felt sick and hazy. Your body shook and your muscles screamed in agony. Your eyes grew heavy and you ended up crashing into a door and slumping down to the floor. You tried to get back up but your body felt so heavy and black spots plagued your vision. With labored breaths, you sunk down to the floor and the world went black as your head hit the floor.

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Lin had a rough day. Besides having to deal with his broken heater in his apartment, he had to do an all-day rehearsal for Hamilton. Most of the cast was sick or on vacation since it was mid-May and everyone wants to be somewhere that wasn’t sixty degrees all summer long. So, he decided to cancel the rehearsal and as he was getting home, he got a phone call from his lawyer and Lin needs to come in to go over the last few details on his divorce and who was getting custody over his son. And while Lin was on the phone, it began to rain. So here he was, standing in an empty elevator as water dripped from his hair and clothes. Could this day get any worse?

He stepped out of the elevator and strolled down the hallway. He stopped when his front door came into view. And also the girl who laid unconscious on his welcome mat. As Lin got closer, he could see the black and purple bruises, the dried blood on her skin and clothes, and the dirty cuts all over her arms and cheek. He never felt so confused in his life. Who was this girl? And where were her parents? Was she a runaway? An orphan?  How did she get here? 

But most importantly, was she still alive?

Lin stuffed his phone back into his pocket as he stopped in front of the girl. He kneeled down and watched you intently. His eyes were mainly on your chest, to see if it was moving. He sighed in relief when he saw your chest risen and fell as you breathed. Lin slipped one arm under your neck and one arm under your knees as you picked you up bridal style with ease. You were so skinny. Did you eat before you collapsed? The first thing you needed when you woke up was a bath and some food. He miraculously unlocked the door and opened it without dropping you. He closed the door with his foot and laid you on the couch. That’s when Lin was able to get a better look at you once he turned on all the lights.

You were shaking and sweating profusely. Your breathing was labored and you were covered in dirt, rain, bruises, and cuts. Lin placed his hand on your forehead. You were burning up. Your wet clothes didn’t help at all. Lin went into his room and came back with an old sweatshirt and some sweatpants. He stripped you of the hoodie, tank top, jeans, and shoes you wore and dressed you in the clean warm clothes. You stopped shaking somewhat but you were still burning up and you were all dirty. Maybe you needed some fluid? Lin went into the kitchen and brought back a cup of water. He held you by the shoulders and adjusted you into a sitting position. Lin held your head in place as he poured the water into your mouth. After a few moments, Lin pulled away and you began to cough and gasp. Your eyes cracked open and twitched as you came to your senses. Still half-asleep but also somewhat conscious, you turned your head slightly towards him. 

“Hey…” He whispered as he brushed some hair out of your face and took your hand. “Can you understand me?” You nod weakly. “Okay, what’s your name?”

“(Y/N)….” You answered, half-conscious and your voice very quiet. 

“(Y/N),” Lin repeated, smiling softly. “What happened to you?”

“Dad….” You murmured, your eyes closing but you’re trying to keep them open. “….not nice….. hits me… mom…Albany..”

Lin shooshed you and squeezed your hand. “That’s okay. I’ll ask you in the morning. You should sleep.” He helped you back into a laying position and pulled a fleece blanket over you and placed a couple pillows under your head. He patted your head. “Sweet dreams.” Before he turned off the lights and retired to his room.

Tags!!: @imagineham @casual-hamiltrash @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @notthrowingawaymyfood @listenlyss @dear-alexander

anonymous asked:

Hi there, I hope you are well! I was thinking about starting to write fanfiction but quite honestly? I don't know where to start. Do you have any tips for a fanfiction writer to start out? (PS, I love your blog! :D)

Writing fanfiction isn’t all too different than writing an original work! My biggest recommendations would be:

1) Pick a fandom you’re very familiar with. You want to know the ins and outs of the characters and plots as much as possible in order to keep things accurate! (If you aren’t writing an AU and intend to be sticking with the canon)

2) Consider starting with a one shot! Or a generally shorter story. If you haven’t tried your hand, this will show you your work style and let you ease yourself into writing fanfics. Later you can move onto full stories if you feel like you’d like to! (Or jump in with a full, 20+ chapter fic if you’d like. It doesn’t matter!)

3) Don’t worry too much about likes and negative feedback. We’ve reached a fairly toxic time in the internet, especially with fandoms (which is why I don’t interact with hardly anything anymore). People may try to tear your work apart, or your headcanons, OCs if you include any, so on and so forth. Don’t let it get to you. (Unless you see something repeated over and over consistently, there likely isn’t a problem on your end) Or, on the flip side, if no one seems to read or interact with your work, that doesn’t say anything about the quality. It just means people haven’t found it.

DEAR BLACK LADIES

There is nothing wrong with how you choose to wear your hair. 

Straight, natural ,weaved wear it without care . 

Its your crown fix it how you please 

Wear it style slay it with ease 

From every kinky coil to every platinum strand 

The way you wear your crown 

Doesn’t make you any less of a STRONG BLACK WOMAN

anonymous asked:

So how would all of them panthom thieves react if their S/O ( a perona user too) got hurt for protceting them agianst a very porwerful shadow (like jumping in front attack meant for them) ?

Takes place in the same universe as this and this (spoiler warning for the first one).


The first instinct Akira has is to drop to his knees and take his s/o in his arms, but as the leader he knows he can’t break formation in the middle of a battle. Instead, he directs for healing to be administered to them immediately and continues the battle.

He hates it though. He knows that at this time he has to choose between being his s/o’s lover and being the leader of the Phantom Thieves and he feels awful for choosing the latter even if his s/o doesn’t blame him for it.

When the battle is finished, he personally checks on them and makes sure they’re healed up properly. If he thinks they need more rest, he’ll swap them out immediately.


Ryuji immediately breaks formation, gathering up his s/o in his arms in a complete panic. He yells at them for taking that hit for him, tells them he could have taken that hit just fine, why did they do that?

This is exactly why he didn’t want them to join the Phantom Thieves in the first place, he was worried about this kind of thing happening. He calls for someone to come and heal his s/o in a choked voice and only reluctantly leaves their side to return to the battle.

After the battle, he tells his s/o to switch out with someone, even if they insist that they’re fine. He can’t watch them fight anymore. Not today at least. His mind would be filled with the image of their body collapsing the whole time if they did.


Ann looks at the scene in shock for a moment, eyes wide behind her mask, not moving at all, before screaming out her s/o’s name, not their code name but their real name. She immediately summons Carmen to heal them and cries, begging them to stay conscious.

She knew that her s/o always had her back. She depended on them a good deal for support during battle, but she never expected for them to take an attack for her like that.

She stays by her s/o’s side for the rest of the battle, tagging out with someone else so she can take care of them and give them any additional healing they may need.


As Yusuke moves forward to catch his s/o before they could fall to the ground, the transparent impression of Goemon reaching out for Houdini was also imprinted in the minds of everyone watching. Yusuke shakes his s/o desperately and tells them to stay with him.

He rejoins the battle after handing his s/o off to a healer and puts his all into taking down the Shadow who did them harm. Then he immediately returns to his s/o to check on them and make sure they’re all right.

He’d might even carry his s/o if he felt like they needed more rest, despite their protests that they could walk on their own. He doesn’t have the highest strength stat for nothing, he could carry them bridal style with ease, much to their embarrassment.


Makoto is torn. She wants to heal her s/o immediately, but she also doesn’t want to jeopardize the battle if there is something else she needs to be doing. She makes sure to let Akira know that her s/o needs healing before he gives out their next orders.

For the rest of the fight, she’s all fists and fury, absolutely tearing into the Shadow. But really, she’s more angry at herself than at it. She should have been able to cover herself so that her s/o wouldn’t have to take that hit for her.

After the battle, Makoto is at her s/o’s side, checking them for injuries and preforming any further healing needed, all while chastising them about being so reckless even if it was for her sake.


There are some spoilers beyond this point.

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Introduction

I like how each one of the Defenders is filmed in their own style and colour . For ease colour code is in the opening credits but I love how it’s applied to actual segments. Jessica’s New York is cool and blue but Luke’s is warm and yellow. Danny’s travel and trademark super vivid nightmare/hallucinations are in green haze and Matt’s story has weird angels and red accents and lights everywhere. It’s a cool way to let us know whose point of view we are following.

On the other side Alexandra is in white and Electra is in black.

The 1700s was a time of big hair, elaborate fabrics and heavy makeup for both men and women. 

During the first decades of the 1700s, women wore a hairstyle called the fontange. The hair at the front of the head was curled, waved, frizzed or teased to produce a very high and round style, particularly surrounding the face. The hair at the back of the head was styled simply and close to the head, often with a few curled tendrils of hair down the back. Middle-class women with the time and resources could mimic these styles with relative ease, either in Europe or Colonial America. Women did not typically powder their hair during this period. Aristocratic men wore wigs, typically heavily powdered. The allonge style wig was long, flowing and powdered. Men who could not afford wigs might wear their hair long, and those in the lower classes were likely to wear practical headwear, in the form of hats and caps. Both the fontange and allonge were decidedly out of fashion by 1720.

The next 40 years were a time of relatively low, simple and modest hairstyles for both women and men. Men favored powdered wigs that were not too long, with a few curls at the side, and a low ponytail gathered into a velvet pouch. Men who could not afford wigs wore the hair rather long and gathered into a low ponytail. It could be powdered or worn naturally. Caps and hats were still common for men. Women wore their hair curled around the face, without a great deal of height. The tete de mouton style even imitated sheep’s wool. The back of the hair was braided or coiled and pinned close to the scalp. The style was relatively modest and easily copied by those of lower social standing or in Colonial America. Women of all social classes wore bonnets outside the home. On the Continent, women began to powder their hair; however, powder was not fashionable for women in England or Colonial America.

After 1760, women’s hairstyles increased in height. First, they were simply teased, creating a high-volume style, often in an egg shape. By 1770, they frequently required wire armatures or supports and fake hair. They were ornamented with different things, even full scenes in miniature. The overall shape looked a little like an inverted pyramid or even a balloon. The goal was to achieve hair the height of the head, or even 1 ½ times the head height. For middle-class women, as well as those of colonial regions, this tall shape was favored, with teasing or hair rats made of sheep’s wool providing height on a smaller scale. After 1780, women’s hairstyles became shorter, wider and rounder in Europe. The hair was powdered. American women’s hairstyles became significantly simpler after the American Revolution, with curls surrounding the face and simple, neatly pinned hair in the back. 

Story 05 by Shamybabboos

“Amy,” Sheldon called as he opened the door to their apartment. The apartment was dark, only the soft glow of the television lit up the room. That night, he had reached a breakthrough with the maths needed to move forward in his work for the government and had stayed late, leaving Amy alone for the night. When he didn’t hear her reply, he called her again, “Amy?”

Shrugging off his jacket, he hung it up and went to turn on the side table lamp to find Amy sound asleep on the couch. She was still in her day clothes and hadn’t bothered to change into her pajamas yet. She was curled up on the small couch, much like a puppy in front of a warm fireplace. Her feet were bare and her shoes were neatly placed on the floor beside the couch.

He took a step closer, tip-toeing as to not wake her just yet so he could admire her. Errant strands of hair floated in and around her face as her eyelashes danced against her cheek as she dreamed. He noticed she had taken off her glasses as they were folded up on the side table beside her. The softest snore left her opened mouth; it reminded Sheldon of the soft purr of a content cat. At the sight of her, Sheldon was overwhelmed with warmth.

He then turned his attention to the television. She was watching Cosmos with Neil DeGrasse Tyson and he watched for a couple seconds as he told of the Pleiades star cluster. He then leaned towards Amy and gently pulled the remote from her firm grasp and turned the television off. Kneeling down on his knees, he used one hand to brush away the hair from her face.

“Amy,” he whispered with a gentle nudge on her shoulder, “Doctor Fowler, wake up.”

She groaned in protest and dug her face deeper into the couch pillow, “Mmm…”

“Wake up,” his smile grew as Amy shook her head in protest. It amused him how she could be both stubborn and adorable at the same time. He certainly wouldn’t tolerate this from anyone else.

‘Cute little lump of wool, indeed.’ He thought to himself.

“No…”

“Come on,” Sheldon coaxed, “Don’t make me lift you up and take you to bed myself.”

Another groaned and this time, she turned her entire body away from him. Her abhorrence to waking up was nothing new; Sheldon had learned very early in their new living arrangement that she wasn’t exactly a morning person. Not nearly as bad as Penny, but Sheldon still kept his distance… Sometimes. “Amy, this is your final warning to get up and head to the bedroom.”

He tried to be annoyed— he really, truly did— but it was no use. Not when she was as cute as she was in that moment. He thought to leave her there and let her wake up on her own, but he was a man of his word. He stood up and hovered over her. One arm slid around her back while the other found its way behind her knees and he scooped her up bridal style within in arms with ease. A surprised shriek left Amy’s lips before being replaced with laughter, “Sheldon!”

“I warned you!” Sheldon nuzzled against her hair to take in its sweet scent as Amy rested her head on his shoulder and hummed. “Vixen…”


Thanks for sending me this short fic months ago! I hope you like my final version of your idea!

Check her stories on https://www.fanfiction.net/u/7546204/ShamyBabboos

You REALLY need to read them. I love all of them. Specially the “The One Night Stand Bewilderment” (That I have to catch up soon!!). Thanks for all the work!! 

Soon the rest of stories! I need to work on  06 / 07 and I will finish all the stories!

Thanks for your eternal patience!!!

Lab Rat

Requested by an awesome lil Anon

Captain America x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 586

Warnings: none

     Summary: Cap rescues reader from Hydra and when he goes to pick her up, she tells him she’s to heavy and he has to comfort her by assuring her he can handle it  

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When you had been captured by Hydra, you had assumed that was the worst thing that could have happened but you were wrong. Having Captain America pick you up was much worse. Sure, you couldn’t move your legs on your own and there was no way you were getting out of there if he didn’t carry you but you didn’t want to have to explain that you were to heavy to Captain America himself.

You visibly tensed as the built man tried to pick you up off of the operating table, that you had previously been strapped to “Wait” You say, earning a worried glance from the handsome man, his blue eyes scanning your face for any injury. “I’m to heavy” you whisper, and assuming you were just out of it, Cap continued to try to get you off the table, only for you to stop him again.

“I’m to heavy” you say louder making the man stop this time. “What do you mean?” he asks his voice inquisitive as he waited for your answer “I weigh to much, you wont be able to carry me” You level, and the man above you almost chuckles at that “Trust me ma’am, that won’t be a problem” he assures, picking you up bridal style with ease and helping you out of the Hydra camp.

You didn’t see him again until you were both safely back on your own soil, with you in the hospital wing and him in preparation to relax, although you were sure he didn’t know how. A knock on the wooden frame of the medical tent you were in was enough to get your attention “Howdy Miss” He says and you smile a bit at his kind face “Captain, I don’t know how to thank you” you say, sitting up from your bed now, ushering the man more into the room.

“Please call me Steve” He pleads gratefully taking the seat you offered him at the foot of the bed you were resting in. The weight of his muscular frame was enough to cause the bed to dip. “Alright Steve, I’m Y/N” You introduce, offering a hand to him which he took, and with a hardy shake, you realized just how strong he was.

 “I’ve been worrying about you Y/N” He says, and that catches your attention “You have?” you ask, trying not to sound so shocked but not being able to help it “Yes, I wanted to make sure you were okay but the nurses wouldn’t let me see you” He tells and you giggle at that “They can be pretty cut throat” you joke making the man chuckle as well.

“You know Ms. Y/N, I thought you were pretty light actually” He smiles and you feel like digging a hole and dying in it right there “Yeah, about that-“ You try but he stops you before you can continue “I’m actually a lab rat too, would you like to hear about it?” he hums and you nod quickly, curling up in your cotton blanket as he spoke. Turns out, he was every bit as much of a lab rat as you, and his rescuing you may have sparked an interesting relationship.

Jagged Scars (Lucifer Morningstar)

Originally posted by luciferfeed

Character: Lucifer Morningstar
Words: 1260
Warnings: Slight Cussing, scars, massaging, making out.
A/N: Trying to get back into the swing of things, I barely got over my art block. Hopefully I can break my writers block. Also I am no expert massage-er, I just tried describing how I get my back massaged. PS. I kind of went over-board. PPS this isn’t relativaly that good.
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Jedi Lifestyle: Dining and Housing

There’s this trend in fandom to put little kitchenettes in Jedi quarters, especially in stories where masters and their padawans have conjoined rooms. It’s a cute idea, but it’s pretty much antithetical to Jedi philosophies regarding the role of the individual within the collective. The Jedi are all about the individual subsuming themselves as part of a greater whole. What’s more individual than eating alone in your room?

Rather than cooking their own individual meals, the Jedi almost certainly eat in dining halls. Think college. There are dining halls for administrative workers; dining halls for kids; dining halls for different housing wings. All of the food is probably prepared either by cooking droids or civilian contractors and is either grown in on-site greenhouses or shipped in from satellite temples. It’s healthful, bland, specially targeted for each species’ nutritional needs. It’s probably a mix of prepared meals picked up at the counter with a salad bar on the side.

When it comes to housing, think monastic cells, not apartments. Basic Jedi quarters are pretty much a shoe box with a bed and a place to store clothing. Residents are supposed to sleep and maybe meditate there, not hang out. More senior Jedi probably have more space to accumulate plants or furniture or whatever, but actually acquiring personal possessions will earn a certain amount of censure. The real little kids probably sleep barracks-style for ease of their caretakers. Being assigned one’s own room as a padawan or possibly even as a senior initiate is a Big Deal and important coming of age moment.

Looking at the rooms as shown in The Clone Wars cartoon, there are no private refreshers. Maybe Yoda and some of the older higher-ups have them, but all the rank and file probably share communal refreshers and bathing facilities at the end of the hall. Again, think college. Imagine cubbies with each Jedi’s name and personal beauty products. Actually, don’t, because they probably all use the same institutional shampoo/soap unless they’re allergic. They probably all have their own combs, toothbrushes, and shaving gear, though. Towels are thoughtfully provided by the Temple and are washed after each use. It may sound weird to modern American sensibilities, but nothing builds communities faster than standing in line to pee or grunting greeting to a friend as you wash your face before your morning caf.