the troubled blues

Old World Blues (As Troubled Birds Quotes)
  • Klein: My emotions have three outlets; haughty silence, tears, and rage
  • Dala: She gave them the heebie-jeebies. She had nothing else to give.
  • 0: The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math.
  • Borous: Looking for trouble, and if I can not find it, I will create it.
  • 8: He was lovely and charming, almost a saint. He told me he enjoyed laughter and dancing, opera, jazz, and getting very, very, very high.
  • Mobius: That's a crazy idea. Insane. It doesn't make sense. "You'll do it?" "Of course," I replied.
Weekly Reading List 20

Weekly Recommendations get posted every Thursday. All stories are character x reader unless otherwise stated. Graphic by the awesome@wonders-of-the-enterprise

Law and Order: SVU
Rafael Barba
Cuddles and Cocoa by @inconspicuous-esparza
.80 by @svu-stories
“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” by @hot-cops-imagines
Away From Home by @barbalyfe
Lustful Nights by @barbalyfe NSFW
Breakfast by @hiddndaydreams
Freshman by @hiddndaydreams
Basket Case by @mrsrafaelbarba

Star Trek
Jim Kirk 
How You Fell by @captainjimsexypantskirk
Loot Part 9 by @enterprisewriting
Angst part 14 by @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse
Fated by @flirtswithdanger
Just One Dinner by @all-sortsa-stuff
Buying the Space Farm, Part 2 by @janeykath318

Leonard McCoy
When one sense is lost, others are heightened by @zsaszette-nygmobblepot NSFW
Bones Finding Out You Self Harm, Part 2 by @imaginestartrek
Long Distance by @residentevilfleet
There You’ll Be Part 7 by @imoutofmyvulcanmind
Blinded Part 8 by @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse
Eraser by @southernbellestatues
A Night on the Town by @all-sortsa-stuff 
Fallen on Hard Times by @outside-the-government
This Was Just the Worst by @daughterofthebrowncoats NSFW
Bones Motivation Ficlet by @kaitymccoy123
Unexpected Guest by @medicatemedrmccoy
Runaway by @auduna-druitt
I Told You So by @trade-baby-blues
Won’t Let Go by @enterprisewriting
Broken Hearted: The Resolution by @goodnightwife
Visions from the Abyss by @bkwrm523

McKirk
In Darkenss Part 4 by @mccoymostly

Jim x Reader X Bones 
Sunshine Boys by @trade-baby-blues

Avengers
Steve Rogers
I’ll Keep You Safe by @itsanerdlife
Asking For It Part 10 by @itsanerdlife
Make A Wish by @itsanerdlife
Don’t Let Me Get In the Way by @imagine-assembling-the-avengers
No Sleep Til Brooklyn by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord
Ink my Skin by @fvckingsteverogers

Tony Stark
I’m Here Now by @lazydoodlesandfanfic
The Knot by @beccaamm
Gold Digger by @emmelineparker308
Fix You by @avengeultrons
Castle Kisses & Princess Proposals by @writers-square

NCIS
Tony DiNozzo
I Only Date Italians by @workingforthewidow
Dancing Lessons by @spaceemonkeyyxd

Criminal Minds
Aaron Hotchner
Mr. Scratch Kidnapping You After a Fight with Hotch by @silentwaters4

Tropes
Soulmate AU
Heart Skip Part 7 by @after-avenging-hours

Daddy!Character
Single Dad Headcanon by @svu-stories Rafael Barba
Elegir y entender (Choosing and Understanding) by @lt-sammi-matthews Rafael Barba
Papi Rafi and Surprises for Mami by @ohbelieveyoume Rafael Barba
Winter Kirk Chronicles Part 1-4 by @startrekwonderer Jim Kirk x Winter
Double Trouble by @trade-baby-blues  Jim Kirk 
Jim Having A Teenage Daughter by @imaginestartrek Jim Kirk
Parent Day by @phangirl1septiplier Tony Stark

A/B/O Dynamics

Modern AU
Safe Haven Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 by @itsanerdlife Steve Rogers

Misc Fandoms
A Little Lesson in Easter Eggs by @vintagemichelle91 and @rauliskafan The Barba Family 
A Patient Man by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord Killian Jones

Karl Urban
Save a Horse, Ride a Rohirrim by @alicemoonwonderland

Chris Evans
Beautiful Boy by @mycapt-ohcapt
Birthday Girl by @ilovethings-somuch
Far From Boring by @stallingdemons
Young and In Love His Girls Episode 1His Girls Episode 2 by @avaalons
Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/Part 3B by @ohevansmycaptain

benene3452  asked:

Can you please draw grillby in a tank top sleeping <3

I can do that.

(I could go into all sorts of talk on why I drew him red here, but I’ll spare you. It partly has to do with how our bodies regulate our temperature when you sleep [if the room’s cold it’ll drop basically, therefore red Grillbz] as well as the fact that he’s, well, fire.)

anonymous asked:

I'm colorblind but I like drawing, is that a bad thing? (I mostly just use pencil/pen or if I do digital I put the black-and-white filter on it so I don't have the bloody grass incident again I'd)

Dedinitely not a bad thing!

Though i can only imagine how frustrating it is to deal with color, but that doesnt mean you cant make good art and its definitely not something to hold you back! If you love art than go for it. Besides, you can never go wrong with black and white. You can make incredibly beautiful art with black and white. Or perhaps black and white with one accent color so the color doesnt matter whats its filling in.

And hey! Art can be as accurate to life or abstract as you wish! So, what im saying is, you can use whatever color to make anything, even grass be pink or blue, and thats ok. that doesnt make it wrong.

Art is what you make it so if you want to do color and even purposfully make them not correct for the colors you can desipher, for the artistic abstract notions of the artwork. Then it can be a cool affect. ( idk if you have trouble with blues and greens, or reds and yellows or both) then i’d say go for it.

Perhaps make it in a way that benefits your art even if we ppl that aren’t color blind cant see what you see. Cuz if you like it thats what matters.

Just please dont think of your color blindness to be a handicap to your art. Because its not. :>

anonymous asked:

Hey! I've never commented on any of your stories before, but I just wanted to let you know you're one of my favorite writers! Could you write a story about this one too? I know you'll make it great! Kate tells Castle her life is not his personal jungle gym. He takes it to heart and after he starts working with her again, he's careful to be polite and respectful around her, and it drives her nuts! Thank you!

“Castle?” 

He turns, startled by the close of her hand around his wrist, catching him before he can go, promptly at six o’clock. He doesn’t stay late with her like he used to, doesn’t try to invade her personal space or flirt with her or convince her to go with him for dinner at Remy’s. He just… shows up when she calls about a murder and leaves once the case is over, and she never thought that would bother her.

“Beckett?” he returns, her name like a question, but there’s concern in his eyes, dragging down his brow, taking a piece of her heart with it, because he never calls her Kate anymore.

Not since she’d nearly died in his arms with his body hovering above her, his words seeping with her blood into the cemetery grass.

I love you, Kate.

“You okay?” he asks, his eyes flickering to the fingers still curled at his wrist, his body shifting closer to her, and yes, that’s what she wants.

He’s been here with her, but lately, he’s felt so far away, ever since they had started working together again, since they had found a tentative truce at the swings. She had expected them to grow closer, not drift apart. Had he - had he not understood her?

I’m not going to be able to have the kind of relationship I want (the with you had been unspoken but heavily implied) until that wall comes down.

It’s only been a few weeks since she had said those words, done her best to explain herself, but that wall was already under construction, progress being made day by day. But maybe he didn’t want to wait around throughout the demolition period.

“You - is everything okay with you?” she answers his question with her own, knowing she should let go of his wrist. They’re in the break room, shielded from the eyes of those left on the homicide floor, but they were supposed to be waiting - at least she was - and unnecessary contact certainly didn’t send the right message.

She just really likes the sensation of his pulse beneath her fingertips, even when it’s rioting like it is now.

“Of course,” Castle assures her, even throws in a smile for her, but it lacks his usual glimmer of conviction. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Kate purses her lips, drops her gaze to his chin, hates how utterly pathetic the next words out of her mouth are likely to sound, but-

“You never… stay anymore,” she murmurs, swallowing down her nerves. “I know things - changed, after my shooting, but I thought-“

“Beckett,” he sighs, but she squeezes his wrist.

“Did I ever properly apologize?” she inquires softly, remembering calling a ‘sorry’ out to him when he’d tried to walk away from her at his book signing, but maybe that didn’t count, wasn’t enough. “Words won’t fix things, it’s going to take time, I know that, but I - Rick, I hope you know I’m-“

“Kate,” he breathes out and the knot in her chest loosens ever so slightly. “I don’t need an apology, I’m just - trying to respect your wishes.”

Her brow furrows and she returns her gaze to his, studies the troubled blues of his eyes in confusion. “What wishes?”

Castle shakes his wrist free of her grasp and scrapes his hand through his hair while her fingers mourn the loss.

“You were right, last spring, before… the night before,” he begins, something painful flashing through his eyes, turning his irises a pale blue, dulled edges of silver, and the scar that sits fresh in the middle of her chest pulls tight. “Your life is not my personal jungle gym and I’m sorry for ever treating it like one.”

For a second, her mind draws a blank before it all comes rushing in, flushing through her skull so fast, she has to sift through the vivid memories of their last fight, their worst fight, to remember what he’s even talking about.

She may have offered an apology for the summer, but she had never given him one for that brutal argument, the biting words, had she?

For the past three years, I have been running around with the school’s funniest kid, and it’s not enough.

“You should have been treated with respect and I-“

“Castle,” she cuts off his rambling with the press of her fingertips to the headache swelling between her brows. “I was angry that night, scared,” she admits, lowering her hand so she can meet his eyes, treat him with the respect he deserves. “And I said some things that I didn’t mean and - wait, is that why you’ve been acting so weird?”

“Weird?” he repeats on a huff. “I’ve been trying to be more polite, respectful, better-“

“No,” she protests that last one immediately, vehemently, shaking her head and taking a step closer, just a breath away from brushing his chest with her own. The closest they’ve been in a long time. “Castle, I don’t want - I just want you. The you I know and - care about.“

Castle’s brow hitches and his lips spill into a gentle smile, but there’s no teasing tainting his features, no amusement tugging at his mouth or filling his eyes. No, he looks… relieved and - and happy. So happy.

“Yeah? Because I’ve missed you,” he breathes, so tender, the lines of his face loosening, no longer so tight with the strain of his apparent strive for good behavior.

She wants to hug him, this sweet man who had been trying so hard for her, for such a terrible reason, and friends, lovers in waiting, can hug, can’t they?

Kate snags his hand, reclaims it, and tugs him into her, bands her arms around his neck before she can lose her nerve. Castle is broad and solid against her, warm and wonderful, even better when his arms tentatively wrap around her torso, embrace her.

“I missed you too,” she murmurs, her lips just barely brushing his jaw, triggering a shudder through his frame. “Don’t… drift away again, okay?”

His arms tighten around her and it causes her incision scars to ache, stretched taut, but it feels too good to move, too good when the cinch of his arms eradicates the bloom of her insecurities, her fears and uncertainties.

“Don’t worry, Beckett. You’re stuck with me.”

SoulxMaka Fan-Children

More Soul Eater fan-children coming you’re way! This is Rhythm (left) and Blues (right) the two kids of our favorite totally-not-canon ship, Soul and Maka. Yes that’s their names. I’m trying to continue the music theme.

Really important thing to note- all these children belong in the Anime’s story line, not the manga’s. So Death Scythes are still a thing.  

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“They were no longer Noah Czerny and Blue Sargent. They were now just him and her. Not even that. They were only the time that they held between them.”

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Reasons why Mikoto and Anna’s parent/child relationship is adorable+important:

  • She isn’t ever really interested in people until she meets him.
  • Mikoto initially thinks she’s a brat, but still goes out of his way for her, including making her a clansman at such a young age.
  • When she has a nightmare before even joining Homra, she goes to Mikoto, and he hugs her until she’s calmed down.
  • Anna thinks Mikoto’s powers are the most beautiful thing in the world, even when they’re at their most dangerous and destructive.
  • He risks a clan war with the Gold clan in order to rescue her.
  • He lets her sleep cuddled up to him after her ordeal with the Gold clan, despite making a “pained” expression.
  • He asks Anna what she wants to do with Basashi and complies with her wishes, despite knowing it could cause trouble with the Blues. 
  • She has a fucking lion onesie and Mikoto is a lion!!!!
  • She is referred to as Homra’s princess (as in daughter of Homra’s King).
  • He takes her on a “date” and allows her to refer to it as a date because it makes her happy. 
  • He takes her to the arcade, cheats to win her a red teddy bear, and when she says she likes the shooting games because of the red, he demands to be shown to the bloodiest game they have. 
  • He reads to her, and Munakata mentions it’s odd for him to even be seen in a book shop.
  • Anna never used to eat much before she joined Homra, but since meeting Mikoto, she started eating more.
  • When the Colourless King is taunting Mikoto in the S4 cell, Mikoto keeps his cool perfectly until the Colourless King threatens Anna, and then he finally snaps. 
  • He goes to be on his own on Ashinaka Island, obviously struggling immensely, but allows Anna to come and lie with him and seems to want some final quality time just the two of them before he dies. 
  • His last words were an apology to her. 
  • She awakens as Red King after meeting him in a dream. 
  • A lot of her reasoning about the destruction of the slates was based around the suffering it caused Mikoto and her desire not to see anyone else suffer like he did. 
Send “Troubled Blues” For My Muse’s reaction to finding Your’s completely depressed and on the verge of tears..

Alternately, Send “Dry those Eyes” For My Muse’s reaction to Your’s stumbling upon them when they are upset and almost about to cry..

Something so Bad that we Dare not Speak of it

Enzan had come down very sick, very suddenly. Blues was frantic with worry, what with how Enzan kept trying to get up and do more of his desk work when he clearly should be resting. The navi could do little more than instruct the staff of the house to take care of him, and sift through mounds of paperwork so Enzan would worry less, and rest more.

Blues was concerned that the stress of the past year was crashing down on his young Master’s shoulders at once. At least it was over and he would get plenty of time to recover. Netcrime was at an all time low, and stocks were up at IPC. He was also grateful Laika was in town, perhaps a friendly face would make Enzan feel better. Netto, Pen and the others were busy keeping things up in Enzan’s absence, and while they both had come on a couple of occasions to cheer him up, he had been quiet and tired through conversation, if he’d been awake at all.

What troubled Blues most of all was how quiet Enzan was. Even when it was only Blues in the room. And he was so pale… His doctor said it was entirely stress related, and with rest he would recove quickly, but that only made Blues worry more. He wasnt doing his duty, he hadn’t been there to preform it for so long, and this was what happened.