the vest though

I saw @mile-long-tbr‘s post and I’d been meaning to get to more Winter Court stuff while I’ve been sketching today, so here’s a quick little messenger fox :)

you’re the senpais so you should be setting an example for the underclassmen by wearing your proper uniforms!!

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365 days of ryan ross; day 27

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So I’m just wondering, does Azazel have two bald spots behind his ears where his lower horns used to grow from? Like, if you cut off an animal’s horn there’s this kind of spot there, right? Azazel’s horns were mutations to begin with (he’s a fallen angel, after all, he didn’t originally have them) but I guess the effect should be the same… and those were pretty large horns, too.

Or maybe after he lost the horns it was like “somethingsomething ~*magic*~” and he had skin and hair back there…

I’m weirdly invested in knowing this. (Yes, I know he just has hair, bah. :D)

Eat A Snickers: AU Cop!Sam

Eat A Snickers: AU Cop!Sam

Pairing: Cop!Sam x Nurse!Reader

Word Count: 1,900

Warning: Mentions of shooting and stabbing, not graphic though. INCREDIBLY fluffy otherwise.

A/N: The nurse in me dreamed about this and the writer in me wanted to share. The personality of the nurse is also me basically all the time. Enjoy!!


“Y/N! Room 11, you have a new admit. Just check in on him before your relief gets here in a few. Ten out of ten chest pain, 48 year-old male, say’s he’s having a heart attack. Pretty sure the only heart attack he’ll have is the one you’ll give him if you try and take those chips from him.”

“Oh, awesome, can’t wait.” Flashing your signature ‘kill me now’ grin at your co-worker you close out of your computer and head over towards the room.

Saturday nights in the downtown ER. Not everyone’s cup of tea, but it’s always been more a can of Redbull to you anyways. The hustle, the bustle, the insanity that never ceases to amaze; who would ever want to leave that?

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Trust

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Rated: Somewhere between fluff and angst, decide for yourselves.

Pairing: YutaxReader

Summary: Bodyguard Yuta and fulfilling duties.




“The security detail is unnecessary.” She said after patiently reading the file in her hand. And waiting for the appropriate opportunity.

“It’s just precaution. I can’t send you to an international conference without someone to protect you. Think about how preposterous that is.” He used his politician voice.

“Why are you sending me to an international conference at all? Just send some staff, that’s what they’ll think I am anyway right?” She tried to keep her voice as respectful as possible.

“It made the most sense.” His voice sounded like he didn’t want to discuss this anymore. She didn’t want to say that she suspected he was just keeping an eye on her.

By the time she got back to the room, her bags had already been packed and an incredibly luxurious outfit was displayed on the bed. She called for the maid in attendance, she didn’t need to ask to know what she wanted at this hour and soon her tea was brought to her. She sat by the marble fireplace and stared into the fire for too long till the maid interrupted. She said something in her words that she had come to understand as ‘someone is here’ and nodded to let them come in.

“Miss, I’ll be your chauffeur for this trip.” His voice was clipped and void of emotion but something else caught her eye.

“You speak English?” She turned to him a little surprised.

“And fourteen other languages Miss, I will also be your translator if you so wish.” She got up with a small smile playing at her lips.

“I know twenty languages, soldier. Are you a soldier?” She walked up to him.

“In official capacity I’m your security detail Miss.” His gaze never shifted away from whatever it was fixated on straight ahead.

“And in unofficial capacity?” She stood right in front of him.

“I’m afraid I cannot answer that.” His voice didn’t falter.

“Okay security detail, what do I call you by? What is your name?” There was an harshness on her voice that was projection in it’s most basic forms.

“Eggshell 549-” She cut him off.

“No your real name, I don’t care about your silly nicknames. I need to know the name of the man who holds my life is in hands. As I’m told.” She smiled.

“Nakamoto Miss, Nakamoto Yuta.” He said obediently.

“Nice to meet you Yuta, I hope we can have a pleasant weekend.” She dismissed him after that to get ready.

The first few hours after arrival were spent meeting dignitaries, smiling at cameras and everything in between. She looked back at herself standing over her clothes wondering why she needed to be dressed up for a flight. He stood behind her the whole time, it was unnerving, like someone breathing down your neck literally all the time. Like she didn’t already have the figurative version of that. But she was compliant and she was in public.

“Could you get the Prince and I a drink?” She turned to Yuta after reaching the point of needing a little space, quite literally. He seemed hesitant but he was instructed to follow orders.

“You’ll get used to it, eventually.” The prince’s statement made her turn to him looking lost, “Oh, the people always around you, the bodyguards. I can tell you’re new to this. Just don’t treat them like people, they’re glorified bulletproof vests. Those, though cheap, don’t look good in pictures.” His smug grin was the worst part of his statement. She smiled and excused herself.

After a few minutes of standing out in the balcony there was a knock behind her that made her turn and her features soften on sight.

“You found me, sorry if you had to look around for too long.” She said, turning back to stare at the large expanse of green nothingness.

“I was right by you Miss, I thought you needed space, but I also got one of the other guards to get you the drink.” He walked up and handed her a glass of Champagne. She sighed when she registered his words.

“You heard what he said.” It wasn’t a question, Yuta didn’t answer.

“Everyone here are terrible people who do horrible things. What they say doesn’t matter, all these people here are a hair away from dictatorships and Oligarchies. They aren’t exactly in line for being good people.” She turned to him with kind eyes and a convincing tone.

“I don’t take offense Miss, that is not my job.” His answer was so simple that a laugh bubbled up her throat as the bubbles of the Champagne slipped in, “Also it may not be my place, but not everyone here is horrible.” She turned to him before she could stop herself.

“Let’s go now, I need a cleanse before the Ball tonight if I’m to survive three more days of this circus.” She sighed and turned to make her way out, “Can you get me out of here without anymore small talk?” Her eyes held the desperate plea her trained voice didn’t allow.

“I am here to serve you Miss.” He said and spoke into some device on his wrist.


On the second day of the conference, she decided to wake up early and personally go thank her team, when she went to the floor her staff was assigned to, she saw a white board with her name on it from afar, upon approaching the people, they rubbed it off urgently before she could see.

“Can I help you Miss?” One of the guards asked dutifully, but she noticed the bead of sweat slide down his temple in a well air-conditioned room. She turned at the sound of the door opening to see Yuta walk in, his jaw clenching.

“I,” She hesitated, looking around at the seemingly nervous people in the room. “I came to thank you all for your incredible help.” She forced a smile, “I have asked that you all be given a generous breakfast spread. You can go down the hall for that.” They all thanked her and bowed away.

“What was happening here?” She asked Yuta once everyone else had left.

“Ma’am-” His voice was a little less robotic.

“Tell me.” She said, not turning to look at him, he still hesitated.

“That’s an Order Mr. Nakamoto.” Her voice was quiet but authority in it didn’t need to be addressed.

“They have a wager.” He closed his eyes and sighed.

“On what?” Her voice was still plain, lacking any feel.

“On what you are to the, to the President.” She didn’t turn but he noticed her back tense for a moment.

“Who am I to the President?” Her voice was cautious.

“They’re betting on what position you have to get,” He paused, feeling like he said too much.

“To get to represent him at this conference.” She completed his thought, “What are the wagers?” She asked

“Ma’am?” He said confused.

“What do they think I am? What are the different wagers they are betting on?”

“Extortion, his son’s lover, daughter, mistress, spy.” He bit the inside of his cheek

Did you also bet?” She didn’t sound angry, “It’s okay, I’m not mad, I’m just curious. I want to know what you bet on.” She still didn’t face him.

“I did not partake in this Miss.”

“I see.” He heard her take a deep sigh then turn with a smile.

“What is a human being without curiosity right?” She brushed down her dress, not waiting for an actual reply.

“You will join me for breakfast at the Ballroom? Or you can eat down the hall with your colleagues. Whatever you like.”

“I go where you go Miss.” He said with finality.


Yuta woke up to his phone ringing loudly, his current roommate groaned at the disturbance but turned over and went back into deep sleep once he answered.

“Is something wrong Miss?” Yuta was already putting on clothes.

“You will do anything I ask you to right?” She said after a moment’s hesitation. Yuta sat back down, confused but clear on protocol.

“If it is in my Jurisdiction Miss.” He said carefully.

“Can you get me a packet of barbecue chips and a bottle of vodka?”


In less than half an hour, the doorbell rang and she rushed to it.

“You’re like the pizza guy. I almost didn’t recognise you without a suit” She giggled, turning around to let him come in.

“Ma’am are you okay?” He asked, placing the bag in his hand on a table.

“I finished everything in the minibar. Oops?” She giggled again. She turned around like she had to recall something and turned back with realisation, walking towards the plastic bag Yuta had put down.

“Miss do you think it’s alright to be drinking more?” She laughed at his words.

“Of course it’s not alright. Nothing about my life is alright. So I will drink cheap vodka bought at a convenience store if I need to Mr. Nakamoto.” He seemed to hold back something he wanted to say after that.

“I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.” She sighed, picking up the Bottle.

“Want a sip?” She pushed the bottle under his nose.

“I don’t drink on duty Miss.” He said.

“You aren’t on duty right now, this place is more secure than Hell, nothing is going to happen, so drink.” She pushed it up, after a bit more hesitating he took a tiny sip, his face contorting immediately after. She laughed again.

“Wuss.” She said and took a large gulp from the bottle.

“What did you bet on?” She spoke up after a long, oddly comfortable silence.

“I didn’t wager on your identity Miss

“Can I trust you Nakamoto Yuta?”

“It is my duty serve you Miss.” He recited, she just clicked her tongue.

“No Robocop, Can I trust you? Not with my life, not with my safety. Can I trust you?” For the first time he turned to look at her, really look.

“Yes.” He said simply.

“I’m his illegitimate child. Who he feels bad for because her Mother died, leaving her in his care.” She whispered and laughed, “I’m not a spy, I’m not manipulating his son, nothing half as interesting. I’m just his Bastard.” She sighed like it felt good to get off her chest.

“His son is off overseeing immigrant security and his daughter, his real daughter, is too busy going to clubs and being a liability, so here I am. I’m the only other person sworn by blood, if not duty, to be on his side.” For the first time he heard anger in her voice.

“I-I know.” He hesitated again. She turned to him looking confused, but his features softened at the tears on the brim of her eyes.

“When I was first recruited, my first mission was to bring you to your dad. I was one of the people he send to bring you to him.” This time she was the one who really looked at him, she squinted and came to close without realising. Suddenly her eyes relaxed and she pushed back with joy.

“I remember you!” His heart was suddenly thumping.

“You were the one who came to me before the funeral right? You gave me my mother’s pearls, said my mother left them with my father for me.” His heartbeat was suddenly far worse.

“The commanding officer handed me this because I was the new one.” He said with a smile she didn’t see.

“You told me the pain eventually fades into a memory. That it won’t hurt this much anymore.” He bit his lip at her recollection.

“How are you so red you only had a small sip.” She touched his cheek and it somehow got much worse.

“I think you’re catching something Yuta.” She put her hand on his forehead and he pushed back coughing.

“I’m fine Miss. I’ll go rest after you go to bed.” His best professional voice was back. She let out a small chuckle.

“I get the message. I’ll stop drinking now. Sorry today was just one long day.” She sighed again.

“You don’t have to justify yourself to me,” He turned to her, then immediately turned away, “Miss.” He added. She nodded and turned to walk as he followed behind her.

Once she sat down at the edge of the bed he handed her a glass of water and a painkiller.

“You’ll thank me tomorrow.” He said and she smiled and accepted.

“Good Night Miss.” He said as she slid into the bed.

“Good Night Yuta.” She sighed sleepily, he was yet again betrayed by his eagerly beating heart who enjoyed that sentence a lot for some odd reason.

When she woke up the next morning, she turned to the bed stand to find a large bottle of water and a plain white card on the table. She flipped open the card and smiled at the two simple words on the crisp white background.

‘Happy Birthday.’

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A lone Pacifica, and then a few Reverse Falls AU Pacificas.

I am unsure what clothes she’d wear in the AU so I just kind of went with gaudy 90′s clothes. ( and one outfit that is pretty much just like canon Dipper’s, and tbh I like that one the most )

anonymous asked:

I NEED some headcanons about delinquent/badboy/punk! AU with Kuroo and Iwaizumi with their s/o who is a kind, cute and innocent little bird (♥ω♥*)

every time i think of the typical “bad boy,” i think of greasers and i need to… not do that. i’m also working under the assumption that in this au, the teams are all gangs


Kuroo

  • More a modern greaser type bad boy. Leather jackets, white t-shirts, jeans, and boots. Just no hair grease. It probably wouldn’t work for him anyway.
  • Surprisingly gentlemanly from time-to-time. He’s big on lending you his jacket when you get cold and holding doors open for you.
  • Apparently, Kuroo talks about you a lot to his gang, so they’re very surprised to see someone so… unlike them with their leader. But you radiate so much positivity and offer them all compliments that they find it hard not to like you. Tora in particular is glad that you like his mohawk.
  • He may be a punk, but he is still a nerd through-and-through. Although, he’d never admit this to anyone. He’s got an image to keep. The only reason you know about it is because you caught him studying one time. You assure him that his secret is safe with you, but only if he helps you with your homework.

Iwaizumi

  • Totally a biker type (sans the bandannas). Two words, though: denim vests. You may be an innocent little thing, but even you can’t help but stare at those perfect arms of his. It doesn’t hurt that he’s got some cool tattoos on them as well.
  • He’s got a type and you’re it. He inevitably gets teased for it when you meet the gang the first time. Punk or not, he would have fallen for your charm anyway.
  • He doesn’t pick fights or anything, but if anyone comes at him they’re probably not going to win or come out unscathed. (Think Shizuo Heiwajima from Durarara!!)
    • But he is fiercely protective of those he’s closest with, so if anyone has a problem with you for some reason—and that’s a rare occurrence in-and-of-itself—, he’s not above using intimidation tactics. If they try hurting you, he won’t hold back. You’ve witnessed grown men being tossed out of alleyways at the hands of your boyfriend.

anonymous asked:

Ya done broke my heart with poor bop. Can we get some cute headcanons for this babbling baby?

I sure do love to deliver

More than anything, Bop loves making music 

He loves making music with his friends and is thankful most (if not all) of the egos he’s friendly with have pleasant voices

slips into Simish when he’s nervous or anxious 

He’s skittish around the more powerful egos, or the ones with particularly dangerous powers (he’s not very comfortable around Bim who has a history of losing control of his reality warping and shuts down around Dark and Google)

Bing has the potential to be more dangerous, but Bop likes him because he’s never had a cruel bone in his body and he’s been nothing but nice to him

During colder weather, Bop wears a long-sleaved shirt under his vest, though that doesn’t really help. Eventually, Bing convinces him to invest in a fluffy winter coat so he doesn’t freeze to death

likes pineapple on pizza and is disappointed that Mark doesn’t  

refuses to accept that pluto is no longer a planet (because it totally is)

Okay so back in the day, I never spent a LOT of time with DMC 3 as I did with the other ones

But flash forward to now, and I actually completed Hard mode in the HD version, and unlocked this sassy outfit. 

HOLY SHIT I NEVER KNEW THAT WAS A VEST. 

Like seriously though, I always thought that buckled part was just part of his coat. 

You can laugh if you want but my mind is rather blown right now 

Gowns and Guns

Writer: Serena (@juminlovesv

Illustrator: Tesneem (@shigi-no-stop)

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: Jumin Han/V

Other Characters: Chairman Han, Glam Choi, Sarah Choi

Content Warnings: Alcohol, death

Notes: This is a collab by Tesneem and I for Day 3 of JuminV Week (@juminvweek), “Alternate Universe”! It took forever to finish and we hope you enjoy it! If anyone’s interested, the word count is 11 340 words.


Jihyun’s lucky to already be alone when the phone in his left pocket vibrates. The sting in his eyes when he stands from his cross-legged position tells him he’d been staring far too long at the photographs laid out on the floor, trying to decide which ones to use in his next exhibit. The light 707 installed to indicate that the call is being bugged isn’t flashing, so he brings it to his ear, rubbing his eyes wearily.

“Speaking.”

“Hello,” the voice on the other end greets him, which tells Jihyun right away that the caller has time to waste on pleasantries. He sinks down in the couch cushion, crossing one leg over the other. After a beat of silence, the other seems to get the hint. “I’m calling because I have a tip, and I’d like to hire your people to look into it.”

Jihyun waits, then prompts, “Go on,” when the other doesn’t continue. There’s no reason for Jihyun to give the person any information. They’re looking to hire, so they clearly know about what his organization does, and if their real goal is to sabotage Jihyun won’t speed the process by letting something slip.

“Yes, of course,” the other says, and there’s an edge to their voice that tells him they’re not entirely pleased by his reaction, but it doesn’t really matter what they think. “Well… have you heard about the New Year’s Eve Masquerade Ball that C&R International hosts every year?”

Though there’s no one in the room to see him, Jihyun maintains tight control of his facial expression upon hearing the name of his best friend’s father’s enterprise. “Go on.”

“Well, you see… rumour has it that someone has hired an assassin for that night.”

Jihyun is silent. On its own, a fact like that isn’t strange. Assassinations take place at parties more often than one might expect considering the crowds, but in many cases the busyness just serves as a diversion and the party an inconspicuous setting in which to poison someone’s drink. Even his own organization has had to deal with assassinations in the past.

He doesn’t have to urge the other to continue this time, their tone turning steely as they carefully speak their next words. “The talks suggest that the Chairman is the target of the attack, and I have reason to believe the client is Jumin Han.”

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the ‘hats are really hard to draw’ team

im too lazy to work on Green n Blue oops

what is the triangle hair anyways

so Yels just has a few changes

the eyes again

since Yels eyes are dark brown from what official art says

Red’s eyes are pinkish compared to Ruby’s ORAS look ive noticed

Home (Charles Xavier x Reader)

Length: 4313 words

Rating: M

Song I listened to while writing: “Before You Start Your Day” by twenty one pilots

Warnings: Swearing

Excerpt:   It’s just—It’s overwhelming, being near another telepath, but that’s not it, it’s more than that. It’s how the two of you balance each other out, how you fit together, like you had only been half of a whole, incomplete, unimportant, until you’d met him. Your lives meld together so seamlessly it’s both terrifying and exhilarating, it’s something you never want to let go of. Not even once, not now that you’ve found him.

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Some “redesign” concepts for Rowan and Lin. Rowan here is still the same outfit from the new outfits I designed for them, but I was messing around with the concept of being able to see his eyes? I don’t know if I’m going to do it or not, but just to see how it would look. I also tried to work with the decidueye arrow designs into things that Rowan would use for his gardening. 

And then we got Lin who in this has a completely different outfit I’m still messing with. I’m trying to make him look a bit more like an Incineroar, so maybe he’ll get a scarf for incineroar’s red fur? idk, I do kinda like the vest though and his hair, I might just have to mess with the design a little bit more.