that speech bubble is in the way

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Based on Puppycat’s song from Bee and PuppyCat!

I had drawn the outline for this awhile back, but for the life of me, couldn’t figure out how I wanted it to be colored.  I came back to it recently and decided to give it another shot and I’m pretty happy with the way it turned out! 

I know the lettering isn’t the best, it was my first time trying to use fonts without the cushion of a speech bubble and working it into an illustrative piece.

|| missing you ||

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @animexchocolate, @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @literatureandimmature, @daydr3ams-away, @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

**please don’t repost/plagiarize this story. Reblogs are fine**

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When Peter kissed Liz during homecoming last year, you felt your heart break into a million pieces.

Your best friend, the boy that you’ve been in love with since the moment you laid eyes on him was taken from you, his heart cruelly ripped away from your grasps.

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tony making sure he’ll grant a little kid a true Battle With Iron Man Moment complete with a “nice job, kid!” while the world is crashing down around them, tony writing “help me, erin!” in a speech bubble coming from the iron man a little girl drew for him, which is such a small and thoughtful way to include her and suggest she’s a hero in the scenario as well, tony encouraging harley to stand up to bullies and giving him technical advice on his inventions and trusting him to help in the iron man mission and then giving him a bright new workshop, tony looking at the project listing of MIT students and going “you know what? FUND THEM ALL,” tony finding this fifteen-year-old kid on youtube who has superhero dreams and then helping him get the safety tools he needs to keep going at it. tony sending peter a watch that projects his own superhero logo, why?? just for the fucking hell of it

yeah so! can’t hear you over the sound of my fave enabling the dreams of every single young person he’s personally come across in the mcu so far because he knows what it’s like when people don’t believe in you and think you have the wrong personality and you’re just pretending to be the hero type who just fights for himself etc

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Part 2: “Nightmare”

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I wanted to give it more of a brotherly vibe this time rather than make it romantic because… fluff… and… I’m not in a romantic mood hah;; It’s also a bit more serious than how it was planned but I can’t help it! … sorry for the long wait too // making it colored is way harder than I thought I feel so sorry for those who draw comics lol also speech bubbles are a pain forgive me

Next part might take a while but I’ll try to get it done asap

things I associate with the types
  • ESTP: the earth beneath your fingernails after a long day, waking up feeling full of light and ready to get up, summer evenings, the press of a friend’s hand into yours, tan lines that pop on your skin, the chill of rainwater as it slides through your hair, feet sticking out of car windows, running around backyards as the sunlight fades
  • ESTJ: the jarring echo of a microphone when bumped, mowed grass, a newly immaculate room with everything accessible, the fresh smell of rental cars, neat calendars pinned above desks, new school supplies stacked up in your room, monopoly games, sliding into a perfectly made bed at the end of a long day, unpacking in a hotel room, taking yourself out for dinner
  • ESFP: throwing your arm around a friend, gaudy beaded bracelets put together by your little cousin, the quick pant of an excited dog, the smell of campfires, paint stuck in the crevices of your hand, taking neat notes for the kid who’s absent, an instagram full of pictures of you and your friends, screaming the lyrics to songs as you ride down the highway
  • ESFJ: staying after school to help a teacher clean up, biting your tongue to try to stop laughing during class, a sticky kiss from a child, kindergarten art rooms, listening patiently to stories you’ve heard before, staggering around in your mom’s high heels as a kid, walking around town with ice cream and friends, squeezing lemon juice into your hair
  • ENTP: having to do a group project by yourself, walking back and forth to calm your excitement, desks cluttered with papers, the sound of quick typing, the rush of relief after walking out of uncomfortable situations, lying to get a reaction out of someone, the sting of tears brought on by anger, the perfect comeback, mascara smeared down your face
  • ENTJ: protest signs, pinning magazine cut outs to your wall, walking to the front of a room to give a presentation, the click of high heels, tilting your chair back and crossing your arms to show your disapproval, the smell of paint, friendly debates with loud words and wide gestures, losing track of time and blinking tiredly at the clock, perfectly tailored suits left wrinkled on bedroom floors
  • ENFP: bulletin boards with inspiring quotes, humming along off-key beneath your breath, bare feet on hot sand, pinterest projects, curling ribbon with scissors, sewing your own clothes, improvised road trips, bubblegum pink lipstick, convincing a friend to buy themself that new outfit, silly nicknames, candy wrappers littered on the floor, compliments from strangers in public restrooms, good morning texts
  • ENFJ: cute notes left in people’s lockers, talking a friend through their self confidence issues, cleaning your room at two in the morning, dark thoughts that only slip into your mind late at night, the press of a kiss to your forehead, picking out your clothes the night before, convincing a friend to come dance with you, the hand on your shoulder
  • ISTP: taking apart pens and examining the individual parts, spilling out emotions that you’ve kept tightly wound inside, the smell of rubber tires on pavement, writing down your thoughts to better understand them, clenched fists, research papers laid out across a table, jumping off a rock wall and letting the cord catch you, polaroid cameras
  • ISTJ: setting yourself deadlines, slipping candy to a worried friend, puns, stretching after a long day, downing too much coffee so you can stay up to work, drawing tablets, buying Christmas gifts a month in advance, the smell of grass after a rain, sitting in comfortable silence with a good friend, before and after pictures, old family trinkets
  • ISFP: petitions passed around classrooms, a friend’s artwork hanging on your wall, the weight of a child on your hip, getting up early to see the sunrise, interior design, vinyl albums, sitting on rooftops with friends, detailed journals from years back stacked in your closet, the warmth of a cat curled up on your lap, sleepy kisses goodnight, the walk up on stage to collect an award
  • ISFJ: buying friends gifts for no occasion, old photo albums lining bookshelves, waking up knowing that today is not yesterday, holding a bun up with just a pencil, splattered paint on brick walls, doing homework on the way to school, bitten lips rather than angry words, tentative hugs, the smell of vanilla, hair falling in front of your face when you duck your head
  • INTP: dead languages, long winded speeches that change topics multiple times, sweater vests, chalk boards covered with writing, lost glasses that are on top of your head, botanical gardens, finals week, bouncing up and down on the balls on your feet as you rant, unbrushed hair, library fines, the glow of a laptop late at night
  • INTJ: packing for college, perfectly winged eyeliner, beakers overflowing with bubbles, schedule overloads, chess games that last until late into the night, the feeling of silk on bare skin, locking your door while working, texting while walking, leaning forwards into discussions with your elbows on the table, rapid-fire conversations, makeup lined up along the sink
  • INFP: community gardens, braiding flowers into a friend’s hair, giggles, playing guitar to an empty room, yellow daisies, sudden anger, reading by candlelight, unexpected hugs, empty forest paths, make believe, whispers that you know no one can hear, understanding nods during rants, lifting someone up and spinning them around, the smell of new paper, forgotten tea that’s turned cool
  • INFJ: hanging lightbulbs, thick books where the spine curls inwards, shoulders shaking forwards when you won’t let yourself cry, absent kisses laid on top of heads, lying beside a friend in bed and talking to the ceiling, dessert left at a friend’s door, watching the people below from city windows, little notes from friends kept for years, the key to your childhood diary

phazerstorm  asked:

I just adore your art style, it's so cute! I'm thinking of making comics myself. Do you think you could give me some tips on angling or facial expressions or overall detail?

Thank you so so much! I really appreciate that! Like, a whole lot. ^^

I’m not exactly sure how much I’ll be able to help you, though I can at least give you some pointers on expressions! I’ll do my best. I’m sorry this is coming a bit late! 

I’m going to use Bendy for my examples, just because he’s super easy to draw and I have him on hand/mind at the moment. But! These can be used on just about anyone.

Keep in mind: this is just my way of doing things. There isn’t one “set” way to create great art! There’s a lot of experimenting, testing and growing when it comes to artwork.

When it comes down to expressions, there are a few things to consider: what are they feeling? How intense is this feeling? How far can, or should you push it? How can you make this feel realistic? In visual storytelling, showing what a character is going through is far more important than telling the reader. In a comic setting, there’s a very fine balance–since you have images to go with the words, but you can’t convey each minute action… At least in a reasonable amount of panels, the dialogue and the images have to work together when they’re used in tandem.

When a character is shouting, you have to push their expression further–it won’t be enough to show them with their mouth slightly open, or with a flat face. Give them wide eyes, or shut their eyes completely with frustration. Open their mouth wide, maybe even get their body language involved if you have enough room. Throw their arms in the air, have them pulling at their hair!

Likewise, if what they’re saying is quiet or somber, soften their expression. Have their gaze ill-focused, or looking to the ground. Their shoulders could be slumped, their brow could be low. Their mouth could be almost, or entirely closed. Or are they happy? Raise their eyebrows, widen their eyes with joy! Bring out that smile! Use as much variety and as many shapes as you can!

Because I’m a visual person, here are a few examples to give you a better idea of what I mean:

(I’m sorry if my handwriting is hard to read)

Which facial expressions are more interesting? Sure, the ones on the left are going through the motions of emoting, but the ones to the right REALLY show how the character is feeling!

Body language is also immensely important when it comes down to expressiveness. Every part of the body can be used to convey a message. The crossing of arms can indicate disgust, or even put a small barrier between two people. Slumped shoulders show disappointment or sadness. Every little movement a character makes can have a massive impact on their overall tone. Here are a few examples like the above:

Even minute changes to a static pose can make a BIG difference! Test around and see what works best.

I’ve noticed that some animators have mirrors near their desk. This is so they can look up at their reflection and make a face into the mirror. They project their character’s feelings onto themselves, that way they can see what sort of facial expression would be best suited to that emotion. Nowadays we can just google this, but it’s still a good idea. Don’t be afraid to look up references whenever you need them. I know I do frequently! There’s no shame in using references!

My friend linked me to this wonderful guide, which goes more in-depth than I did here. Take a look!

I’m sorry I can’t help you quite as much with angles. I feel that I’d need to do a little more research in order to be able to articulate this more fluently. Perhaps some other time I can try and revisit this and go more into depth about perspective and foreshortening, but for now, here’s another great guide that might help you along in the right direction. I use a similar structure for my own drawings! 

Speaking of foreshortening, here’s another tutorial! I don’t use this particular method, but it may work for you!

I know you didn’t ask for it, but I’d like to give you some tips about comic making. If you don’t want them, then I guess you can just stop reading, pfff. Either way I’ll put it under a cut so this post doesn’t take up so much of the dashboard.

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mini commissions part 3!! i have another little break coming up, so i wanted to open up some mini sketch commissions at $15 each. all sketches are clean lined & have minimal shading — in whatever colour scheme you’d like, it doesn’t need to be in black and white, and can have whatever additions (speech bubbles, text, hearts, etc) you’d like. additional characters are $5, and backgrounds are $5+ depending on the complexity. (more examples here!)

  • i WILL draw:  ocs, fanart of your own choice or scenes from fanfics, some nsfw themes (gore/violence i can do–anything explicitly sexual needs to be discussed in the commission request).
  • i WON’T draw:  anything sexual/excessively nsfw in other ways that involves underage characters, incest, furry, mecha.
  • payment is via paypal only!  email me your request/commission type at cinderdrilla@gmail.com and i’ll get back to you asap.
  • payment up front:  i will start the piece after your payment goes through.
  • send as many references for your ocs as you want! the more the better.
  • i’ll send the finished art to your email:  if you’d like me to post it here instead, let me know.
  • i’ll leave the background white, but you can request a single colour background for free, or ask for it to be left transparent!
  • (i’ll give you a final quote on the price before i ask for payment.)

if you have any other questions, my inbox is open & i have 5 slots open as usual! :D

Little Notes

Requested by: @bluehairprincess98
(Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1K
Warnings: Fluff

A/N: I hope I did what was requested!

Bucky’s POV

It was still odd for Bucky to feel fully rested after sleep, one of the many perks that was thanks to T’Challa and his team of genius doctors. Without the trigger words, and with months of therapy, Bucky was able to sleep through most nights without horrible nightmares.

His sleep was so good that everyone eventually discovered he was the heaviest sleeper on the team. When Steve first discovered, having to literally pull his heavy best friend out of bed to wake him up for training, the Avengers went mad. Every single prank that anyone could think of was played on Bucky for a few months. But by now, they had grown tired of the pranks, and let him sleep in peace.

Except you. You were fairly new to the Avengers, having joined around the same time Tony welcomed Bucky into the compound, but you made fast friends with everyone. Especially Bucky. There was just something about you that peaked his interest, maybe it was because when he saw you he felt instantly calm and like he’d just arrived home from years at war. As soon as you met Bucky, you were fascinated by his metal arm - his new one, thanks again to T’Challa. It wasn’t long until you were asking to draw on it, promising that you wouldn’t use permanent marker, or draw anything he wouldn’t like.

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#also THIS is how he was supposed to “land”. after reading journal 3 and remembering the show. that’s like… i call bullshit to #that entrance. he was supposed to get there like this lmao falling like the stupid jerk he is

i agree 100%

anonymous asked:

apologies if this sounds like a redundant question, or even stupid, but could you say why DIO posses nuance as a character? (NOT saying he hasn't, just want to see your own words and take on it)

np, it doesn’t sound redundant at all.  I probably mean this in several ways so I’ll try to be narrow here and just focus on one.

I guess for me part of it’s the way Araki writes Dio’s body language and Dio’s pacing.  Some of my favorite examples of that are the parts of Phantom Blood that the anime totally leaves out where Dio and George are talking, George taking Dio into his confidence and freely discussing stuff that Dio winds of using later on to terrible ends.  Like Dio’s expression after George tells him about Jonathan’s lonely childhood and deep friendship with Danny

or this one where Dio just sort of ends the conversation and walks off during their exchange about the stone mask and George is left with a “?” in a word bubble, like ‘what was that all about‘

Open-ended scenes like these where Araki communicates that there’s a lot going on in terms of Dio’s thoughts and plans … but none of it’s being said out loud.

Another example: the pacing in the scene between Dio and Vanilla Ice where Dio’s given all these nice pauses.  Dio casually drinking wine and all those speech-bubble ellipses in response to two pages worth of gore and Ice’s self-decapitation, Dio taking in this whole horrific thing with a totally blasé attitude

And I like that there’s a continuity to his Pt.1 and Pt.3 mannerisms.

It’s not accidental, it’s heavily implied that Dio both suggested and expected that Ice do this without his ever having to explicitly ask.

There’s other stuff too but I guess I just mean the fact that even though Dio’s known for being a flamboyant villain, the way he’s written and the way his gestures, actions and speech are paced, it’s a lot more nuanced and subtle. 

Rain - Akira Kurusu x Fem!Reader

On a rainy day, Akira tilted his head towards the window, admiring the gentle splatters of water upon the school window, drowning out the sounds of the lecture as he closed his dark eyes to the sound of rain, a wave of serenity rushing over his body as the calm atmosphere drew a veil over his eyes, the stress of school, the Metaverse, and his probation all fading away in this moment of peace. He couldn’t care less about anything at this point in time, relishing in the few minutes of peace within his mind as he listened to the white noise that cluttered inside his head. His hand held his head up as he stared outside the window, gently playing with his ebony locks. His other hand had the dull pencil in its grasp, the tip gently skating across his notes in patterns that he remembered from the metaverse and the grand palaces that he and the Phantom Thieves had come across during their time in the alternate dimension. The corner of Akira’s lips perked up in a soft smile, his face relaxed as his mind wandered to what he thought of the world and all of it’s imperfections and corruptions: where he and his confidants would change the selfish cognitions of others to make the world a better place, even if that is only miniscule compared to the massive amounts of corruption that the world held.

He let a breath of air escape from his mouth as his phone buzzed in his pocket, reaching for it to check who had sent a text. Akira’s mind instantly flipped to Ryuji, the ‘bonehead’ of the group who made it a bad habit to text during class. ‘That’s probably also a reason that everyone thinks he’s a delinquent…’, though he was pleasantly surprised to see it was an old friend of his from his hometown, the single thing he missed about that hell of a place. Akira’s glasses began to slide off his nose and he swiftly put them on the desk as his eyes scanned the message he had gotten. Remembering that she had come with the school on a trip to Tokyo, she seemed to be stuck indoors due to the rain, though compared to him, extremely bored. A common side effect when stuck with people you don’t care about and with nothing to do. ‘Dude, entertain me before I die of boredom!’ Akira fought back a chuckle at his friend’s text lest he get caught by the irritable teacher that yapped on and on about something or other.

‘If you’re so bored, why don’t you act like a good student and do you work while you’re free now?’ Akira’s finger’s flew on the screen, typing the snarky words his companion surely expected, as his quiet demeanor shook and fell to his cocky and arrogant one only for a few people; the ones that come inside the Metaverse with him, and her.

Akira bit his lip as the next message came quickly. ‘Like you’re one to talk! Er… text. Anyways, don’t act so cocky and just tell me how your life has been. Gotten into any trouble recently? I hope not. You’re still on probation! If you go to jail I will personally kick your ass into oblivion.’

Akira looked up from his phone and shifted his gaze to the teacher who had his back towards the students. He saw the combined alphabets as the teacher droned on and on about the different expressions in language, a topic they had covered before where Akira had figured out the meaning behind “wunderkind”. He turned back to his phone, seeing his cat companion asleep inside his desk, probably from the rain, and texted back as discreetly as he could. ‘I’d rather meet up and talk than have you “kick my ass into oblivion”, especially since you’re here for a weekend.’

‘Oh, so now you want me to act like a bad student and leave the class trip? Sounds fun. Where do we meet up?’ Her text was like a taunt, but he could almost feel the smile from the other side of the monitor. ‘And let me know when you want to go so I can sneak out.’

Akira scrolled through his notes and copied the address of the cafe he currently resides at, pasting it into their chat. ‘I have lunch in about three minutes. I’ll skip afternoon classes. Meet me there asap.’

He watched as the chat bubble indicating she were typing paused for a moment before reappearing as a text speech. ‘I’ll be there. Don’t be an ass and make me wait long; I don’t have an umbrella.’

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The lunch bell rang loudly, cutting the teacher’s words short as students scrambled to leave with their lunches and immediately grouping with their friends. Akira stood up quickly, shoving an irritated Morgana into his bag, waved to Ann - a fellow Phantom Thief, and rushed out of the classroom to make his way outside of the school with the back entrance that he knows with the help of his third eye that no teacher was monitoring.

Morgana meowed lowly, poking his head out from inside the bag. “Where are we going? Are you going to skip class?” He asked with obvious annoyance.

Akira nodded, pushing the cat’s head back into his bag. “I’m meeting a friend. She won’t be here long.” He explained, sneaking into the subway station whilst hiding the uniform he wore as best he could to be discreet among the crowd.

The ride along the subway was not as crowded as it usually is when he is headed to school or back from it. Akira stood anxiously by the door, dashing out as they slid open for people to exit, not letting anyone have a chance to stop him if that was their plan. He couldn’t get caught; it would cause too much of a pain on everyone’s shoulders.

It continued to rain as Akira dashed through the empty streets next to his current residence, eyes frantically peering through his rain-streaked glasses, trying to spot the familiar hair and body of his friend. He ran under the many covers the shops had, thankful that they blocked a lot of the rain from getting to Morgana at least. He had forgotten his classic black umbrella at the cafe, leaving him partially soaked, even with the double layer of clothing and the covers he ran under. The water seemed to have soaked through his uniform jacket and onto the white long sleeve turtleneck underneath, chilling his skin uncomfortably.

Akira frowned as he stood in front of Cafe Leblanc, mindful not to let his guardian Sojiro see him. Otherwise, Akira might literally die. He peered in the window and saw the glowing figure of his friend under the fluorescent lighting, the same rain that stuck to her school uniform and accentuated her curves made her hair glitter in the light and his eyes wander over her as if she were a goddess that came to save him from the hell of his life.

Reluctantly, Akira tore his gaze away from his old friend, setting his bag down and gently taking Morgana out of his bag. “Stay here. Sojiro likes you. Just meow and he’ll come for you.” He instructed and left no room for the cat to object before he took his phone out and dialed his dear friend. ‘Come outside and make sure he doesn’t suspect you. I’ll take you somewhere nice.’ Akira slid away from the cafe, standing next to the alleyway with his arms crossed and a foot on the wall he leaned on, acting very intimidating yet mysteriously charming, a tip he had picked up from a book he finished while on the train.

He waited less than a minute, though the stray sprinkles of water did not keep him very good company, before he saw her emerge from the small cafe. Her eyes seemed to spot him immediately and she skipped over to him, careful to dodge the water that dropped from the heavens. She was completely soaked, Akira could tell, from the way her hair clung to her face and neck and the sleek gray that shimmed with water. He watched as she ran towards him, flinging herself onto the male and getting him even wetter than he was previously. “[Name]-” He objected, hands on her arms to try and pull her off him. “You’re soaked.”

“It’s revenge for making me wait, you jerk!” She exclaimed, slapping his arm with a glare that he knew was only half-serious. She paused for a minute, cheeks a dull pink as she stood under the cover of the alley, next to him. Akira smiled, watching her silently. He noticed the faint traces of makeup around her eyes, likely waterproof, that somehow made her shining eyes even more vibrant. He noticed that in the long months of having little contact with his childhood friend, how greatly he came to appreciate her, from her jokes to the appearance that made him sway in his shoes.

Akira pushed his dripping raven hair back and took his glasses off for a moment before deeming that he couldn’t wipe his glasses on his own wet clothes. He turned to [Name] who looked at him with a questioning gaze before pulling on the bottom of her shirt and wiping his glasses off, much to her discontent. “Thanks,” He said, pushing his thick-rimmed glasses onto his nose, finally relieved from the irritating drops of water that would blur his vision.

“Anyways,” [Name] cleared her throat, fixing her school shirt with an obvious blush that did not escape the eye of Akira. “Where are we goin-?” She asked, stomach interrupting at the last minute and rumbling loudly against the constant pattering of rain.

Akira sighed softly as [Name] hid her flushed face within her palms, embarrassed at being caught hungry. “Food, I guess. Seems like we both haven’t had lunch.”

“I’ll pay for it!” [Name] immediately declared with her mouth agape, stopping Akira from saying anything. He was well aware of her hard-headed nature and her stubbornness after years of arguments and debates, so he didn’t even bother to say anything in retaliation, lest they attract the attention of stray passersby that would likely notice their young age and uniforms and get them into trouble.

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The timid persona Akira put on when not in the Metaverse was slightly swayed as [Name] and he walked side by side, hips practically glued together, just like old times. Akira’s arm was around [Name]’s shoulders, despite her on-and-off complaints of embarrassment, he felt her lean against him, especially as the wolfish gazes of deprived men on break from tedious office work bore into the soaked students. They soon arrived in front of the nearly empty ramen shop, thankful that the rush hour for lunch was over.

Akira lead them inside and they sat at the far corner of the counter, soft spoken and discreet as to not rile up any staggering customers from their lunch. [Name] looked at the menu with a frown, her pale fingers tapping the plastic covered menu and abruptly stopped when the old cook smiled their way and asked for their order. Akira was first to reply, having a house special he always gets. [Name] stuttered a bit but requested the same, still having not made up her mind by that point and didn’t wish to bother the old cook by taking up more time.

“Just like old times, huh?” Akira mused with a small smile, happy the memories he made with her in his hometown were good, unlike the ones with his neglectful parents (who are the absolute worst™).

[Name] took a sip from her cold glass of water, shaking her head. “Not really,” She replied with a hum before flashing Akira a devious smile. “You would always follow my lead back then.” She leaned back in the high chair, admiring Akira’s profile with a side glance. He reminded her of someone on television recently, and she could feel it on the tip of her tongue; but who?

The gentle rain was good company as Akira and [Name] silently ate their matching bowls of ramen, [Name] glanced up at the news playing on the television attached to the wall. It talked about the controversy behind the Phantom Thieves and whether their actions should be considered criminal or not. [Name] paused herself from eating, staring at the screen and seeing a blurry photo of the leader of the thieves, hardly recognizable by any standards, though [Name]’s heart seemed to pull inwards at the sight of Phantom.

“Did you take an interest in the Phantom Thieves?” Akira asked, drawing [Name]’s attention back to him. “They’ve become really popular lately; I admire them.”

[Name] stared at Akira, her brain slowly connecting the dots. “Yeah..” She mumbled, returning back to her meal while pushing that thought behind her for now, leading a nice conversation that caught their lives up with each other - most of it, at least.

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Leaving the ramen shop a good thirty minutes later, the air damp and cold but only light drizzles falling from the sky, Chikai leaned against Akira for support as she scrolled through on her iPhone, something he couldn’t see with his angle of vision, as they walked through the now crowded streets. By this time, school was out, so there was no need to worry about Sojiro getting upset about Akira being home early, and they mutually agreed to go back to Akira’s place and chill there until it was time for [Name] to go back to the hotel.

“You alright?” Akira mumbled, his concerned eyes peering down at [Name]’s troubled face.

[Name] shook her head and gave Akira a smile, putting her phone away. “I’m fine. We’re almost there, right?”

“Yeah,” Akira confirmed, his grip on her faltering. “If Sojiro asks anything, don’t tell him about me cutting class. Otherwise I might be homeless for a good year.” He asked, hand rubbing [Name]’s head and messing up her damp hair.

[Name] rolled her eyes and huffed, fixing her hair the best she could. “Of course. I can’t have you being alone in Tokyo.”

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Akira opened the door for [Name], as she slipped inside, greeted with Sojiro’s amusement at the sight of a previous customer and the one who was staying with him. “You two know each other?” The middle aged man asked, leaning against the counter. “Nice to see you again, though. I’m not going to question why you two are together, but don’t disrupt my customers.”

[Name] nodded, bowing her head politely to Sojiro. “We’ll be in his room. Thank you, though.”

Sojiro seemed surprised at the bold declaration. He turned towards Akira with a stern gaze. Before he could open his mouth Akira stepped in to save his own ears.

“She’s a childhood friend that came to visit. Nothing weird.” He explained, telling the truth. Even so, Akira did not wait for the man’s reply and simply ushered [Name] up the steps to his room where Morgana nearly attacked both Akira and [Name], his claws out and a deathly glare in his eyes.

Morgana calmed down quickly though, seeing [Name]. He moved his head from [Name] to Akira and back to [Name]. “Did you skip school to pick up a chick?” Akira sighed, shaking his head.

[Name] kneeled down and gently pet Morgana’s head, not knowing he was quite different than the normal cat. “He’s very handsome. When’d you get him? No, actually, why didn’t you tell me you had a cat?” [Name] said, a threatening tone underneath the gentle touches to Morgana’s head.

Akira rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging. “Forgot,”

“Mmhmm, sure.” [Name] sang, standing back up and throwing Akira a knowing glance. He placed a white, fluffy towel on her head and handed her a large shirt and some sweat pants. “Oh, uh..”

“You’ll get sick if you stay wet. I’ll go to the bathroom. Let me know when you’re done.” Akira said, walking out of the room. [Name] followed close behind and locked the door, looking at Morgana.

“Could you..” [Name] mumbled, hoping the cat would understand. By some miracle, it seemed he did, and turned around, tail swishing side to side. “Thanks.” She said, replacing her wet clothes with the warm baggy ones that luckily had strings on them to make it fit on her waist. “Akiraaaaaaaa,” [Name] said, unlocking the door to suddenly meet extremely close to the teen, noses practically touching. Her face burst into an array of red as she stumbled back, nervously laughing. She couldn’t deny the fact that Akira was very pretty and perhaps the fact that they’ve known each other for years added onto the small tiny crush that she had.

“Woah, don’t fall!” Akira said, hand reaching out to steady [Name]. “You didn’t get sick already, did you?” He asked with a teasing tone laced in his words. “Or.. are you that happy to see me?” He asked, flirtatious nature appearing again.

[Name] slapped Akira’s arm and glared at him. She was well aware that Akira was the kind of person that could go from being considerate to extremely flirtatious, no matter the gender or appearance. “Save that for your girlfriend.” [Name] said, walking over and hopping on a chair in front of the television, desperately ignoring the sting in her chest from the words that rolled off her tongue.

Akira stared at [Name] for a moment as she said that but quickly shook it off of him. He sat in the other chair, bringing out a controller and offering it to [Name], who refused and said she would rather watch Akira get beat up by the AIs. “Don’t feel like it.” Akira replied, setting the controller back. “What do you want to do then? We have a few hours before the day is over.”

“Just put in a DVD or something.” [Name] said, leaning back in the chair and continued to pet the cozy Morgana who was clearly enjoying the affection. “Can we move the couch over here? These chairs aren’t the most comfortable.”

Both Akria and [Name] got up (while [Name] placed Morgana on the chair and gently moved it, with Akira ignoring the complaints that Morgana spilled that [Name] couldn’t understand aside from the low meows that boosted the irritation. [Name] giggled softly, seeing the exchange of glares between Akira and Morgana. “Hey, I’ll start getting jealous if you keep glaring at your cat like that.” She said, grabbing one side of the couch and grunting, pulling it as hard as she could.

Akira joined [Name] after watching her struggle for a minute, his strength adding to the swiftness of pulling the heavy couch. The floor creaked with despair as the weight of the couch shifted, but it wasn’t anything serious so they ignored the dying creak. Akira was the first to sit down, stretching his arms out and letting a yawn fall off his lips. [Name] subsequently jumped on top of him, knocking the breath out of his chest as she scooted to lay her head on his lap.

“I remember when you were always the one cuddling up to me,” [Name] mumbled, looking at the television that began playing a lighthearted movie. “I miss being able to do this.” She admitted.

“It’s only been a few months,” Akira said, his hand naturally going to her hair and gently stroking it.

[Name] looked up at Akira and frowned. “And a lot has changed.” She paused, opening her mouth for a moment before closing it and shifting her gaze as her smile faltered. “Were you ever going to tell me you were the leader of the Phantom Thieves?” [Name] asked softly, looking up at Akira with serious eyes.

His hand reflexively moved over and covered her mouth, a flash of panic in his eyes before he realized she hadn’t said it loud enough for anyone but him and Morgana (whose hearing surpassed humans) to understand. Akira hissed softly as [Name] licked his hand, a method she adopted after Akira covered her mouth on multiple occasions in their young life. He slowly removed his hands from her mouth and wiped his hands on the shirt he gave her. “What was I supposed to say? Besides, I couldn’t tell you over the phone; if the police suspected me they could use that and you and evidence in the court. I wasn’t expecting you to find out anyways. I didn’t want to drag you into my mess.”

[Name] shifted her eyes, sighing softly as she pinched Akira’s nose out of annoyance and her heavy heart. “I know, I know.” She sighed, putting her hands on her face. “I don’t know. I’m… I just…” [Name] let the breath she held go. “I guess I’m a mess of a bunch of feelings. I’m upset and jealous and angry and happy and proud and-” [Name]’s lips quivered as she sat up, engulfing Akira in a tight hug. “Scared. If something happens to you I..”

Akira’s arms wrapped around [Name] as he laughed softly. “You’re still a worry-wart.” He smiled, letting his forehead fall onto [Name]’s hair.

“Don’t ruin this for me, jerkwad.” The female grumbled. “Let me just hang out with you, as my cherished… best friend.” [Name] shuddered, shaking her head. “That sounded way too cheesy and I want to barf.”

Akira playfully pushed [Name] away. “Please don’t barf on me.”

“You’re the only person that should be barfed on, Mister Oh-So-Great Phantom Thief!” 

-

[Name] frowned as she looked at the building across the street where her class trip was. Her dried uniform was back on her body and her appearance much nicer than it was when she broke down in her best friend’s room. She sighed softly and shook her head. “Over already, huh.” She looked over at the casually-dressed Akira, smiling sadly. “I won’t see you for another few months, it seems like.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll come back for you. Maybe then you could join us.” Akira said, pushing his dark glasses up his nose.

[Name] laughed and nodded. “I hope that’s a promise,” She said, nudging Akira. “Hey, I wanted to give you something before I go.” [Name] said, rummaging through her purse and pulling out a keychain that Akira gave her when they were very young.

“Is that-?’

“Yeah. I want you to have it. Not forever, of course. As a good luck charm. You have to bring it back to me though. That way you can’t break your promise.”

Akira accepted the token and carefully attached it to his belt hoop, amazed at how nice it looked even after all these years. “Alright, alright, I get it.” He said. “You should get going before you get in even more trouble.” He said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

[Name] nodded and stepped in front of Akira. “One more thing before you decide not to call or text me for another seven months,” She said, forcefully pulling Akira down to her smaller heigh by his shirt collar and pressing her lips to his only for a moment before pulling away when she felt his hands move to her body. She ran across the street, turning around only to holler at him to not do anything stupid and that she was waiting for her keychain back before running and climbing into the window to her room with her few friends at school.

-

Akira stared for a few moments to the spot where [Name] had fled to in a fit of embarrassment. His fingers ghosted over his lips, the shocked expression shifting to a smirk not unlike those his Joker persona would wear. “That was a nice good luck charm,” He mumbled to himself, his legs dragging him back home before Sojiro killed him.

He dropped onto his bed, phone in front of his face as he looked at the chatroom with his best friend that they started in the morning. His fingers flew on the touchscreen and typed out a simple phrase before shutting it off and placing it to charge on his bedside. Morgana glanced at Akira and hopped on his bed, resting on his chest and pawing at his chin. “Hey, so, that friend of yours… are you sure we can trust her?”

“I’d trust her with my life. And if I know her like I do, she’ll probably encourage others in our hometown to support us and to help out each other.” He said, closing his eyes.

“Alright then Joker, but, don’t forget our mission here.”

“I won’t forget. We’re a team.”

“Good, now go to sleep.” Morgana ordered, curling up on Akira, forcing him to stay down.

-

“Where did you go?” One of [Name]’s roommates asked, tilting her head as she sat on the foot of the traditional futon, peering directly at the flustered girl.

[Name] laughed nervously and rubbed the back of her neck. “Akira lives here now, so I saw him.”

“Really?” A few girls gasped, jaws agape as they pressured [Name] for more detail as to how he was and such, raving for new gossip.

“Guys, I’m getting tired, and the teachers are going to check in on us soon.” [Name] exclaimed, calming the excited girls with a lie. “So goodnight!” [Name] said, pulling the covers over her head and attempting to calm her beating heart as the other girls in the room slowly calmed down and one by one fell asleep.

[Name] lazily scrolled through her phone, unable to sleep after she did such a thing to Akira, her head buzzing with thoughts and screams of her idiocy until a notification popped up, alerting her to the new message. She held her breath and opened it, expecting the worst, but only seeing a strange message from Akira.

‘Check your bag. Sleep well.’

[Name] shifted in her futon, reaching over to her small purse and rummaging through the contents in there, not finding anything out of the ordinary. Floss, a few pens, lip gloss, some normal sanitary products. Her fingers opened up the zipper on the side, expecting to find nothing like the other pockets but to her surprise, a blindingly red card stood out against the dull jean-colored purse.

She took the card out, admiring the business-like texture and the professional quality of the signature logo of the phantom thieves, a brand that had been popping up to an ungodly amount on the news and other media. [Name] flipped the card around, using her phone as a light to read the card.

I’ll steal your heart before the end of the year, and that’s a promise.

The distinct change in style from the calling cards of the Phantom Thieves’ previous victims are blatantly clear in this red card, as it seemed to be made specifically by Akira. A blush returned to [Name]’s cheeks as she stuffed the card inside a pocket very well hidden inside the bag, shaking her head at his cheesiness that nearly rivalled hers. Unable to control the butterflies in her stomach, [Name] furiously texted teen back before falling asleep to memories and dreams.

‘Don’t keep me waiting, idiot.’

Trimberly Song Series

Perfect-Ed Sheeran

Suggested by: @ashtonsanders97

A/N: This is the first part in a Trimberly song series I’m going to be doing with songs I’ve been sent, and with songs I personally choose. I always love to have new suggestions, so please feel free to send me songs or prompts in my ask, and I’ll try to get to them as quickly as possible.

@ashtonsanders97, I hope i was able to do this song justice for you.

Thank you for you suggestion, and

 I hope you enjoy!

I found a love for me

The first time Kim had spotted Trini, her breath had caught against the back of her throat. 

Her lungs had ached, her chest had shuddered; Her knees had weakened, her fingertips had tingled. Her heart had stuttered harshly against the spot it was usually beating so steadily against.

She stopped short in her tracks, and when the other girl’s eyes met hers, everything suddenly felt so still and so fast in one single, simultaneous second.

They both blinked. 

A few moments passed, and something fluttered within Kim’s stomach, but then the other girl glanced away; The moment was over.

That fluttering feeling evaporated, to allow a disheartening and sinking one to take its place, and Kim had to try really hard not to focus on it while the other new guy–newer guy; Zack–yelled out something about seeing this enchanting girl around in the mornings. 

Her ears were too busy ringing to hear what was said in reply, but her attention became acutely focused once more as the rock right under this new girl’s feet crumbled.

And when Kim fell too, all she could think of was how horribly the girl’s scream sounded as it echoed off of the stone surrounding them, and when she sat back up, all she could feel was the immense and almost sickening wave of relief that washed over her when she saw that said girl was okay.

Her hands shook as they all stood together; As they all inspected the strange, black glass that had been exposed; As they all inspected the strange, colored coins they’d found and argued over what to do with them. Her hands shook, and she felt as if her skin, her nerves, were vibrating, purely from the close proximity she and the shorter girl were stood in; She felt lightheaded. 

But suddenly another sound, that differed from the constant one of her erratic pulse, filled her ears and caught her attention. 

“Guys!” she said, effectively cutting off the boys’ bickering. “Do you hear that?”

“Mine security,” Zack muttered; They were screwed. 

“Someone should’ve pointed that out,” Pretty Girl ™ retorted sarcastically, just to rub it in. “Wait. I did.”

And then she started to run away, with the motivation of their impending arrest, and Kim could do nothing to stop her legs from following; The gravitational pull that this literal stranger had on her was already too strong, too immediate, to fight against or understand. 

So, Kim chased after her, partly because of her own survival instinct, partly because of the strange and strong need to ensure the other girl’s survival. 

“Up there!” she had said breathlessly as she made a little more headway, pointing to the speeding van just out of their trajectory. 

Pretty Girl ™ nodded, and they both swerved to better meet the vehicle in its path.

Jason pulled them both in, and their heads popped up over the seats to watch as Billy drove them towards the train tracks. 

Once Zack was pulled in too, the five of them were merely racing against the clock, racing against a train, to make it out of the mine. 

“I hope he has it,” Pretty Girl ™ whispered, her eyes shut tightly and pleadingly.

Kim, in her own fear, forgot to reassure the other girl, and she instead said, “He definitely doesn’t have it.” 

“I’ve got it,” Billy insisted. “I’ve got it.” 

He didn’t have it.

The last thing Kim was aware of before the impact was a soft hand grabbing hold of hers and not letting go.

Darling just dive right in, and follow my lead

So, things were definitely different. 

They were all strong; They all had powers beyond comprehension.

They had survived being t-boned by a train, flipping several hundred feet. They had all scaled a mountain and jumped a ravine with relative ease and as little bloodshed as possible.

And now they were all jumping, willingly, into said ravine to see whatever it was that Billy had discovered when he fell down it–terrifyingly, might Kim add.

“Come on guys, let’s go!” Jason said to the two of them–she and Pretty Girl ™–just before hopping over the edge of the cliff and straightening his body out in preparation for his landing. 

Kim laughed breathlessly, and so did Pretty Girl ™, but as their eyes met, both of their smiles faded. 

The other girl started to walk away, and Kim panicked, so she found herself calling out near immediately, without much thought as to why–Even though she knew it was because she couldn’t bear the thought or reality of never seeing or talking to her again. 

“Hey, wait!” The girl turned slightly. “Can I, um–Can I get a sip of your water? I’m dying.” 

It was the best she could come up with on the spot, but it was an excuse that seemed to work as the other girl just rolled her eyes before walking closer again.

“Fine. Just don’t finish it.” 

Kim nodded.

Their fingertips brushed as the bottle was passed to her, and she swallowed a little thickly. 

“Thanks,” she replied. “And I’m sorry.” 

Delicate eyebrows furrowed over a confused and hazel stare.

“For what?”

Kim didn’t even answer verbally as she grabbed the front of the girl’s jacket and tugged her forward harshly before throwing all of her own weight backwards and off of the cliff. 

She shrieked loudly as the sensation of falling filled her stomach, and she let go of the other girl as they plummeted towards a body of water below.

Well I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

Learning that they were Power Rangers, bound by their responsibility to save the universe, and connected through the morphing grid, was a revelation that shook Kim to her core. 

Aren’t superheroes supposed to be good?  

What was she doing on this team? 

She didn’t belong here… 

She didn’t deserve to be with these people…

She didn’t deserve to be with Billy, who was talkative and intelligent, lovable and loving, selfless and soft where it counted. 

She didn’t deserve to be with Zack, who just wished to be able to protect his mom; Who transferred that wish to the entire population of the world.

She didn’t deserve to be with Jason, who was so used to leading teams, to taking the weight, his whole life; Who was angry and hurt and used those emotions for all of the wrong reasons until he was given the right one. 

She didn’t deserve to be with Trini… Who was brave and beautiful, inside and out; Who had fought all her life, to just be accepted by the people who so wished to shun her; Trini, who, despite her isolation, still had a beating, bleeding heart for humanity as a whole, for the people she let close enough to touch her.

Trini, who didn’t need labels, but was so used to being labeled. Trini, who was too good for all the bad she’d been through, and who was too good for all of the bad that Kim inherently was. 

Kim didn’t deserve to be with any of them, to have the privilege of fighting on the same team as them. But Kim was also selfish, and so she didn’t say anything as they all grew closer–As she and Trini grew closer.

As she and Trini went to Krispy Kreme after school, before training, every day. As she and Trini paired up for Biology lab work and sparring sessions. 

She didn’t say anything, because she couldn’t bring herself to lose something–someone–so special. 

Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was

The more time continued to pass, the more Kim longed, ached, to be with the other girl. The more time continued to pass, the harder it got to handle their interactions.

Their gazes started to linger for longer seconds. Their touches weren’t as fleeting–as accidental

Their concern wasn’t strictly professional, formal, courteous. 

They were becoming more intrigued, more invested

Kim cleaned Trini’s wounds after the more particularly grueling training sessions, and she walked her home every day. She sought her out in the halls, whenever she could; She made sure no one gave the other girl a hard time.

She tried, with all that she was, to be someone worthy of Trini’s time, and she tried to ignore the feeling of foreboding that hovered over her, as Rita’s imminent attack grew closer, more pressing. 

I will not give you up this time

It had been just a few hours since they’d all last hung out when Kim admitted to Jason in his room why they couldn’t morph, why she was undeserving of their friendship. 

It had been just a few minutes into their conversation when they both got the text from Trini to meet her at the football field. 

It had been with a heavy and sick sensation in her stomach that Kim got into Jason’s truck to meet the other rangers, and it had been with shaking legs that she ran into the empty stadium. 

“So, we’re all here. Where is she?”

Kim could hardly breathe.

“I’m right here,” Trini called, stopping at the top of the cement stairs and looking down at them with more emotion than Kim could ever recall seeing on her. “Look. Rita came to my house tonight.”

Kim really couldn’t breathe now. 

“What?” she heard one of the boys whisper; Zack took an instinctive step forward, but Kim couldn’t move a muscle. 

“Yeah,” Trini nodded. “She’s real.” She tugged down the collar of her shirt to reveal long, harsh, bleeding scratches on the side of her neck. “Real crazy.” 

Kim clenched her fists just as she clenched her jaw, an ugly feeling of anger bubbling within her hotly. 

Trini avoided her gaze, pointedly.

“She almost killed me. Told me that she would spare my life if I could keep a secret.”

Kim kind of zoned out of what was being said, only for a few seconds, as she tried to scan over Trini’s body to find any other less noticeable injuries–in the way the girl stood, shifted her weight, held herself up. 

Jason’s speech is what drew her attention back to the present, to their reality, and though his words were quite rousing, it wasn’t until Trini raised her hand to agree to his plan that Kim did too. 

After all, it was Trini that she would follow off of a cliff. 

But darling just kiss me slow

They got their asses handed to them. They got a reality check. 

They weren’t invincible; They could face loss, and it could be so devastating that the world lost all of its color. 

Regrets and guilt could still affect them and could still be present while they were in battle, meaning that they could still be present if one of them were to be struck down again; If one of them were to not come back. 

So, after Billy came back to them, after they morphed, after they fought the putties–the real, live ones–after they went to the cave to get their Zords, Kim grabbed Trini’s wrist with one of her own gloved hands.

The boys were already bursting through the side of the mountain, ready and rearing to go save the world, but all Kim could see in that moment was the confused glimmer in the other girl’s hazel eyes as her mask came up to reveal her face.

“Kim, what are you doing. We have to g–.”

Kim cut off Trini’s sentence with her lips. 

She poured all of the feeling she could convey into a kiss that could possibly be her last. 

Their lips slotted together in a way that was almost tauntingly perfect, and Trini’s were so soft, and warm, and like everything Kim could’ve ever imagined and more, that when she pulled away, her heart trembled from the aftershock of it all.

And then Trini’s eyes opened slowly, dazed and still as dazzling as ever. 

“Wh–.”

“I just wouldn’t have been able to die with myself knowing that I didn’t do that at least once.”

And then Kim had jogged to her Zord without allowing the other girl to even think of a response. 

After all, they had a universe to protect. 

Your heart is all I own

And in your eyes, you’re holding mine

They had defeated Rita; Not easily, but a win is a win, and their team was stronger because of it; They could all feel it.

The happiness Kim felt, the relief that she hadn’t died, that none of her fellow rangers had died, was what had kept her going as they made their way back to the ship, to tell Alpha and Zordon the good news.

She was too high on adrenaline to notice the throbbing pain in her forehead from where it had made harsh contact with the top of her helmet as the metal of her Zord was being crushed around her. She was too high on happiness to feel the warmth of the blood trickling down the side of her temple.

And when they all made it into the ship, they morphed back into their regular clothing, and they stood before Zordon and told him everything; The beginning to the end; From start to slap. 

Jason told of the beginning, Trini and Zack took turns with the middle bit, and Kim hung back some, watching on with a fond smile, as Billy animatedly told of his kick to Goldar’s midsection, towards the end. 

She blinked once and fought back the urge to yawn; The adrenaline was wearing off, exhaustion was setting in, deep and comfortable down in her bones. 

She blinked again, slower, more languid.

And then she swayed, suddenly, her blood loss finally catching up to her, finally catching her attention, and she stumbled slightly as her head became lighter, less grounded.

“Whoa,” she breathed out.

Trini and Jason’s attention moved back to her just as her eyes rolled back into her head.

“Kimberly!”

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark

The morphing grid accelerates their already accelerated healing; Their injuries never really have that much of a lasting impact; So Kim didn’t spend a very long amount of time in her unconscious state–maybe two hours, three, tops.  

When she woke up, she was still on the ship, in the med bay. 

A faint voice could be heard speaking in the hall, but other than that, everything was silent. 

For a few moments, she just lay there, staring at the metal grating of the ceiling, and, then, when she finally brought herself to sit up, she lifted a dirty hand to her forehead, to feel at where the skin was now healed over and smooth once more. 

She then tried to stretch her muscles by spreading her sore arms out wide and rolling her head back and forth to try to get the kinks out of her neck. Her skin was still littered with bruises and her entire body felt almost unbearably stiff, but she was still present, still breathing; She couldn’t bring herself to complain. 

“Oh,” came an exclamation, suddenly, from the med bay’s entrance. “You’re awake.”

Kim’s gaze snapped up to meet the one that she hadn’t noticed settle on her, and she felt her heart’s steady beating falter, stuttering and staggered. She stood up and then stared at the other girl, who was nearly stock still in her stance, a few feet away. 

A second passed, a quick heartbeat, and then Trini was walking towards her, purposefully, powerfully. Kim didn’t know what to expect, but when two rough hands shoved harshly at her shoulders, sending her stumbling backwards in surprise, she realized that it definitely wasn’t that.

Her eyes widened as she struggled to regain a sense of stability. 

“What the hell?”

“You’re such an asshole!” Trini shouted at her, hoarse and horribly pained.

The shorter girl pushed at Kim’s shoulders again, but since the pink ranger was more prepared, she didn’t stumble. 

“Trini, what are you–?”

“You can’t do that!” Trini cut her off, fiercely. “You can’t just–You can’t just kiss me, and then run off to save the world like it didn’t happen! You can’t kiss me, and then collapse after the battle!”

The yellow ranger’s hands came up again, but when they landed on Kim’s chest they were weak and harmless, allowing the taller girl to grab a hold of them. Trini let out a shuddering breath, that rattled through her heaving chest, and her eyes closed, as Kim raised her own hands to then frame the girl’s jaw.

A second of silence passed, and Trini spent it releasing a slow exhale of air through her nose; Kim waited patiently.

“You just completely collapsed,” she whispered after a moment, her eyelids sliding apart slowly to meet Kim’s stare. “Like the injury wasn’t even that bad, but you just crumpled to the ground, and you looked so pale and motionless; It was horrible.”

Kim frowned, and her thumbs began to stroke softly across the skin of Trini’s cheekbones, soothing and sincere.

“I’m sorry,” she said earnestly. “I promise, I wasn’t trying to be reckless. I just honestly didn’t even feel the injury through all of the adrenaline.”

Trini swallowed thickly, and she nodded slightly before bringing her hands up so that she could wrap her fingers around Kim’s wrists–an attempt to ground herself.

“You scared me.”

A twinge of pain reverberated through Kim’s chest at the subtle crack in Trini’s voice, and her frown deepened as her eyebrows furrowed further over her gaze. 

“I’m sorry,” she repeated; It was the only thing she could think to say.

Trini shook her head then.

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault. I-I was just scared, because I knew that I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if I didn’t get to return the favor at least once.”

“Wha–.”

And in a full-circle sort of moment, Kim’s sentence was cut short by the abrupt pressing of soft lips against her own.

The hands on her hips shifted, and then warm arms were wrapping fully around her waist, pulling her closer, more flush against Trini’s body. Her fingers tangled themselves effortlessly within the long strands of Trini’s hair, and her eyes fluttered shut as she kissed back with all that she was, and maybe a little bit more after that too…

Because this kiss wasn’t as rushed as their first; There was no impending doom, no villain to fight, nobody else but each other waiting for them to be their salvation.

This kiss was breathtaking, soul shaking, and Kim felt her chest ache so wholly from its effects that when they pulled away once more, she almost staggered backwards; Trini’s grip on her was too tight to let her go though. 

“Oh,” she breathed out, leaning down to rest their foreheads together.

“Yeah, ‘oh,’” Trini said lightly. “Did you really think that you were the only one wanting to share a kiss?”

Kim could feel the light dusting of pink that colored her cheeks then, and she bit her lip bashfully, a shy smile lifting one corner of her mouth; Trini’s eyes shone with endearment as they watched her.

“Well, I mean, yeah,” Kim admitted. “I didn’t think that you actually liked me back, or that you would even be interested in a relationship with me. And now that I think about it, this still doesn’t mean that you want a relationship, because a kiss doesn’t automatically mean that you’re in a relationship with someone. So–.”

Trini kissed her again, to shut her up, and Kim couldn’t really complain at all, as the girl smiled into her mouth. 

“I want a relationship with you,” Trini whispered against her lips. “As long as you’ll have me?”

Kim didn’t answer verbally; She didn’t have to.

With you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass

Listening to our favorite song

“Trini. Dance with me.”

The shorter girl looked over to Kim from where she had been gazing at the stars in the dark sky above them. 

The moonlight illuminated her hazel irises in that breath-stealing way it always did, and it cast beautiful shadows across the features of her face effortlessly.

Training had ended about an hour before, and they had both decided a little alone time would be a great way to end the day; So, they were sat near the edge of the very same cliff Kim had thrown them off of, their fingers entwined and their attention shifting from the sky to each other and back again, lazily.

The time had passed in relative silence, calm and comfortable, until Kim spoke.

Trini’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Huh?”

Kim smiled at her, and she slowly got to her feet before extending her hand down for Trini to take. 

“Dance with me,” she repeated simply. 

“There’s no music?” Trini said, even while she took Kim’s hand into her own again and stood too.

Kim shrugged.

“That’s okay. My favorite thing to listen to is your heartbeat.”

Trini smiled then as well, and she stepped closer as Kim reached for her waist.

“You’re such a sap.”

“Only for you, honey,” Kim whispered before she then started to sway from side to side, prompting Trini to do the same, engaging them in an easy and slow dance, perfect for two young teens in love. 

When you said you looked a mess

“You’re beautiful.”

Trini laughed lightly, a beautiful sound that floated atop the wind.

“I honestly look horrible,” she retorted, quietly and without real malice. “I’m pretty sure there’s dried blood on my shirt right now, babe.”

I whispered underneath my breath

But you heard it

“Darling, you look perfect tonight.”

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for reading! Once again, this is the first part in a Trimberly song series I’m going to be doing with songs I’ve been sent, and with songs I personally choose. I always love to have new suggestions, so please feel free to send me songs or prompts in my ask, and I’ll try to get to them as quickly as possible.

This will also be posted on AO3; My username is KHart, and I have another piece written called Lover’s Lies, if you are at all interested.

Once again thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it!

Til next time!

-S

bananaheadaches  asked:

Any comic making tips? Also, what's the best way to build a fan base?

My #1 tip I always tell people who are starting comics for the first time is: PLAN FOR YOUR SPEECH BUBBLES AND DIALOGUE BOXES. Do not draw your whole page and then try and squeeze the speech bubbles into the panels without covering any of your beautiful art up. If you plan for the speech bubbles early on, you’ll save yourself a lot of headaches later on in the process!

What I do is I actually physically write in the dialogue and draw the speech bubbles around the text during the sketching and layout stage, so that I know what’s going where wayyy in advance. I also type the text out before I begin any of the clean up work or line art. Think about your dialogue and have it work WITH you, not against you! Well placed dialogue can guide your reader’s eye throughout the page~

I’m not sure what the best way to build a fan base is, but I truly believe if you draw what you like and draw what makes you happy, people will see that and be drawn to your enthusiasm. People can tell when a piece of art isn’t genuine - do what you love, love what you do, and have fun!

If you really like something and want to draw fanart for it? Awesome! You’ll be able to find other people who also like that thing!
If you’re really into your own OCs/stories and want to just draw that and not draw fanart? Fabulous! People will see how much you care about your stuff and will want to learn more!
If you love your OCs but also find yourself drawing quite a bit of fanart too? Spectacular! You’re in the same boat as me! As long as you’re drawing what you want to draw, you’re doing great! :D Keep it up!

Don’t be discouraged - if it seems like your growth is slow going, remember that over-night internet success is very rare. It’s all about that long-game! I’ve been drawing and posting my art online for ten years, and have only recenty started to get a larger following on my art blog!

Don’t draw for views, don’t draw for fame, and don’t draw because people tell you to - draw because you like to draw and you want to draw. ESPECIALLY IF IT’S YOUR HOBBY!!!!

Hello Everyone, 

In lights of yesterday’s event, we updated our Red Bubble Shop.

Congratulation to Alien Baby Baby Mama @gillianaofficial for the win. Amazing speech!

When purchasing any item in our shop, you are supporting @childreachinternational & Target Zero!

Hope you enjoy this new design, courtesy of our dark wizard, @becksndot5

*Naya Kismet is a project launched to thank David Duchovny & Gillian Anderson for their hard work and inspiration. It was created by the fans, to come together and have a chance of saying thank you in the best way we can, ‘Being of service’.* 

 Let’s believe in a brighter future, new beginnings, and let’s reach for it in 2017.

Some Comic Tips
  1. Do character reference sheets. They will save you!!! So much time!!! From correcting stupid, random outfit/hair changes.
  2. Add backgrounds. It’ll bring readers into the scene and add depth to your story’s world. Plus it’s good perspective practice!!!
  3. Always factor in speech bubbles. They are part of the composition, they help the comic flow, so make sure you plan them into your pages early on.
  4. Make characters look toward the next panel. That’s literally the easiest way to make your page flow. Readers will follow the character’s eyes.
  5. Big panels are for the important things. Readers naturally focus on them for longer, so fill them with intricate details and important information. Like a dramatic reveal or smoochin’.

anonymous asked:

i remember a while ago you said something about checking out some homestuvk fan translations and i was just wondering how typing quirks work in those? do they take them out all together or? sry this is rly outta left field

it was the japanese homestuck translation, and theyre only halfway through act 2 so they havent gotten to the trolls yet. heres how the kids are handled though

  • john uses “boku” pronouns and refers to his friends as “kimi”. theres not much to say about his dialogue. casual, but not impolite. he talks like a normal cute 13-year-old kid
  • daves dialogue is interesting bc 1. punctuation is used much less often in japanese. generally if a sentence is standalone (such as in a speech bubble, tweet, caption, or in this case, an internet message) its completely grammatically correct for it to omit a period; and 2. japanese doesnt really have Swear Words. between these 2 quirks of language youve steamrolled like 75% of what makes daves dialogue immediately distinctive. so the way dave talks in the translation is by using a lot of abbreviations, “ore” pronouns, calls people “omae”; he talks in a way that is SUPER casual to the point where itd be considered extremely rude if he was speaking to anyone other than his close friends and peers. which is pretty much right on the money
  • rose talks like an ojou-sama character (john even refers to her as such at one point). uses “watashi” as a pronoun, calls her friends “anata”, ends a lot of her sentences with “kashira” or “wa” which gives them a kind of polite, feminine lilt… maybe this is just my impression but it seems like she uses complicated kanji more often than the other characters, lol. she talks like an elegant, mature woman.  the only thing i would complain about is that the one F-bomb she gets to drop in act 1 (when she rips johns tub out of the floor) gets translated as まったく which is a much more polite expression of frustration
  • jade is naturally translated as cutely as possible. uses watashi pronouns, calls people anata, uses a lot of ti~~~ldes, and net slang is appropriately localized (“lol” becomes “笑”). jade, more than any other character in this translation, tends to say “mmhmm” (うん) or “nuh-uh” (ううん) instead of yes/no, which makes her sound a lot younger

i havent read any other homestuck translations (i took like 3 years of french in high school and have forgotten it all already) but if anybody has id be interested to hear about it