there was so little i could do with the coloring

leerockers  asked:

6, 13, 16, 25, 31, 35, 39, 45, 51, 61, 62, 68, 74, 100 (my gosh, this is a lot...)

6) What’s your lucky number: Probably 9

13) What talents do you have: I don’t? Idk

16) Favorite movie: Harold and Maude or Little Miss Sunshine or maybe Lola rennt

25) What color socks are you wearing: Black

31) What position do you usually sleep in: I’m either on my stomach or on a side but either way my legs are all over the place so sorry if I kick you in the middle of the night

35) Have you ever tried archery: Once, a looooong time ago and I could not figure it out bc I was a dumb kid

39) Do you have any scars: Yeah :(

45) What is your favorite accent: I like Glaswegian accents bc they sound so outrageous to me but also like…northern England has a lot of cute accents

51) Are you scared of spiders: Sorta? I just don’t want them near me, as with most bugs. But I would never kill one

61) Do you sing to yourself: Not often, only when nobody’s around

62) Are you a good singer: Lol I don’t think so, @the-astro-ace might be able to tell me

68) Favorite school subject: I guess anything related to music theory, I’m like one of the few people here who actually loves it

74) Are you ticklish: Yes very ticklish but if you try anything I Will Fight Back

100) Color of your room: Whiter than I am

A white guy’s thoughts on “Get Out” and racism

This weekend, I went to see a horror movie. It got stuck in my head, and now I can’t stop thinking about it—but not for any of the reasons you might think.

The movie was Jordan Peele’s new hit Get Out, which has gotten rave reviews from critics—an incredible 99% on Rotten Tomatoes—and has a lot of people talking about its themes.

First of all, I should tell you that I hate horror movies. As a general rule, I stay far, far away from them, but after everything I’d read, I felt like this was an important film for me to see. This trailer might give you some inkling as to why:

Creepy, huh? You might know writer/director Jordan Peele as part of the comedy duo Key & Peele, known for smartly tackling societal issues through sketch comedy. Get Out is a horror movie, but it’s also a film about race in America, and it’s impressively multilayered.

I left the theater feeling deeply disturbed but glad this movie was made. I can’t say any more without revealing spoilers, so if you haven’t seen the movie yet and you don’t want to have the plot spoiled for you, stop reading now and come back later.

Seriously, this is your last chance before I give away what happens.

Okay, you were warned. Here we go.

Our protagonist is Chris Washington, a young black man who has been dating Rose Armitage, a young white woman, for the last four months. She wants him to meet her family, but he’s hesitant. She acknowledges that her dad can be a little awkward on the subject of race, but assures Chris that he means well.

After unnerving encounters with a deer (echoes of The Invitation) and a racist cop, Chris and Rose arrive at the Armitages’ estate. On the surface, the Armitages are very friendly, but the conversation (brilliantly scripted by Peele) includes a lot of the little, everyday, get-under-your-skin moments of racism that people of color have to contend with: Rose’s dad going on about how he voted for Obama, for instance, and asking how long “this thang” has been going on. Chris laughs it off to be polite, though he clearly feels uncomfortable.

There’s a fantastic moment here, by the way, when Rose’s dad offhandedly mentions that they had to close off the basement because of “black mold.” In the midst of the racially charged atmosphere of the conversation, it’s nearly impossible not to take this as a racial remark, and Chris certainly notices, but what could he possibly say about it? Black mold is a real thing; his girlfriend would surely think he was crazy and oversensitive if he said it sounded racist. Chris never reacts to the remark, but that one tiny moment is a reminder to the audience of a real problem people of color often face, when racism can’t be called out without being accused of “playing the race card” or seeing things that aren’t there. (Incidentally, it turns out that the basement is actually used for molding of a different sort.)

There are other reasons for Chris to be unsettled: The only other black people on the estate are two servants, Georgina and Walter (Rose’s dad says he knows how bad it looks, but that it’s not what it seems), and something is clearly “off” about them. Later, more white people show up—and one more black character, and he, too, feels “off.”

By the end of the film, we learn the horrible secret: Rose’s family is kidnapping and luring black people to their estate, where they’re being hypnotized and psychologically trapped inside themselves—Rose’s mom calls it “the sunken place”—so that old or disabled white people’s consciousnesses can be transplanted into their bodies. The white people are then able to move about, controlling their new black bodies, with the black person’s consciousness along for the ride as a mere “passenger.” In a shocking twist, it turns out that even apparently-sweet Rose is in on the plot, and Chris must fight her and the rest of her family to escape.

This isn’t a “white people are evil” film, although it may sound that way at first, but it is a film about racism. I know many of my friends of color will connect with this movie in a way I can’t, so I won’t try to say what I think they’ll get out of it. I do want to say how I connected with it, though, because I think what Jordan Peele has done here is really important for white audiences. 

If you look beyond the surface horror-movie plot, this film actually gives white people a tiny peek at the reality of racism—not the epithet-shouting neo-Nazi kind of racism that white people normally imagine when we hear “racism,” but the “Oh it’s so nice to meet you; I voted for Obama” kind of racism, the subtle othering that expects people of color to smile and get along and adopt white culture as their own whenever they’re around white people.

So many of the moments in Get Out are clearly intended to work on multiple levels. When Chris confronts Georgina about something being wrong and she smiles and says, “No, no no no no no,” with tears streaming down her cheeks, the symbolism is blatant. How often do people of color have to ignore the subtle indignities they face and hide their true emotions in order to avoid coming across as, for example, “the angry black woman/man”? How many times do they find themselves in social situations—even with their closest white friends!—where people make little comments tying them to an “exotic,” supposedly monolithic culture, where they have to respond with a smile and a laugh instead of telling people how stupid and offensive they’re being? 

I can’t tell you the number of these stories I’ve heard from my friends, and I’m quite sure that the stories I’ve heard are only a tiny fraction of the stories that could be told. So there’s something in that moment that speaks volumes about the experiences of people of color in America.

The same is true for so many other moments. The black characters Chris meets at the Armitages’ have all symbolically given up their identities and conformed to white culture; when Chris meets one character, he turns out to be going under a new name, with new clothes and new mannerisms; when Chris offers him a fist bump, he tries to shake Chris’s fist. Again, within the story, there’s an explanation for all this, but every moment here is also about assimilation and culture differences. 

For me as a white audience member, all of these moments did something remarkable: They showed me my own culture—a culture I’m often blissfully unaware of because it’s all around me—as something alien. They reminded me that I, too, have a culture, and that expecting everyone else to assimilate to my culture is just as much an erasing of their identities as it would be to expect me to assimilate to someone else’s culture.

And that’s a big part of what Get Out is about—the erasing of identities, and the power of racism to destroy people. I think it’s really significant that racism is portrayed here very differently from how it’s normally portrayed in movies written by white people. In most Hollywood movies, you know a character is racist because they shout racial epithets or make blatant statements about a certain race’s inferiority. That allows white audiences to say, “I would never do/say that, so I’m not racist!” We really don’t want to think we are.

But notice something important about Get Out’s treatment of racism: This is a film about the literal enslavement of black people—racism doesn’t get more extreme than that—and yet Peele doesn’t go for the obvious by having the white characters admit that they think black people are inferior; instead, they subjugate and dehumanize people by claiming to admire things about them. They turn them into fashion accessories. 

When Chris asks why only black people are being targeted for this procedure, the response is telling: It’s not (supposedly) because the white characters think African Americans are bad, but rather, because they like certain things about them and they want “a change” for themselves. They want to become black—it’s trendy, we’re told!—but without having had any of the actual life experiences or history of African Americans. White people need to see this: to experience the ways in which Chris is othered by people who tell him all the things they like about him—isn’t he strong? Look at those muscles! Does he play golf like Tiger Woods? And he must be well-endowed and have such sexual prowess, right, Rose?

The white people in the audience need to be reminded that just because you’re saying positive things about someone doesn’t mean you’re not being racist, that turning someone into an exotic “other” may not be the same as shouting an epithet, but it’s still taking away someone’s identity and treating them as a commodity.

The film is filled with these kinds of moments. When we realize that Rose’s white grandmother has inhabited the body of Georgina, the fact that she keeps touching her own hair and admiring herself in the mirror takes on a whole new level of significance. (White people, please don’t ask to touch your black friends’ hair.) When Chris connects with a dying deer on the side of the road and later sees a deer head mounted on the wall at the Armitages’ estate, the symbolism is hard to miss. Black people are being turned into trophies in this house. And, oh yeah, they’re being literally auctioned off—as they were in real life in the not-too-distant past.

One day, I’d like to see the film again to pick up on all the ways things read differently the second time through. I noticed several things in retrospect that gain new significance once you know the ending, and I’m sure there’s a lot I didn’t notice. For example, Rose’s dad says he hired Walter and Georgina to care for his parents, and when his parents died, “I couldn’t bear to let them go.” The first time you see the film, it sounds like the “them” is Walter and Georgina. But in retrospect, it’s clear the “them” he couldn’t bear to let go was his parents, so he sacrificed Walter and Georgina for them. Which, again, is an example of how the supposed care of the white characters for the black characters (his care for Walter and Georgina, Rose’s care for Chris) is really all about caring for themselves and treating the black characters as completely interchangeable objects.

The message of the film isn’t simply that the black characters are “good” and the white characters are “bad.” There are presumably—hopefully—many good white people in the world of this film, and many others who wouldn’t do what the Armitages are doing but also probably wouldn’t believe Chris or make the effort to stop it. Peele’s mother and wife are both white, so he’s clearly not trying to paint all white people as villains. 

But I admit, as a white guy, I really, really wanted Rose to be good. I’ve been the white person in an interracial relationship introducing my black boyfriend to my family. I’ve been that. So I related to Rose, and I really wanted to believe that she was well-intentioned and just oblivious; even though she misses the mark on several occasions, there are times that she seems like she gets it and she really does listen to Chris. When a cop asks to see Chris’s ID early in the film even though he wasn’t driving, Rose stands up against the obvious racism, showing us all what it looks like for white people to do the right thing. “That was hot,” Chris says to her later, and I thought, yeah, that’s who I want to be.

So I have to admit, it was really upsetting to me to see Rose, the only good white character left in the film, turn out to be evil. But I realized that part of that is that I really wanted her to represent me, and that’s really the point. Just think how often horror films have only one black character who dies early on, and how many films of all genres have no significant black characters for audience members to look up to or identify with. I think it’s really important for white audiences to experience that.

As I’ve reflected on the film, it seems to me like there are three kinds of popular movies about people of color. There are those that feature POC characters that are essentially indistinguishable from the white characters—as if they just decided to cast Morgan Freeman instead of Tom Hanks without giving any thought to the character’s race. Then there are the movies that deal with racism, but in a way that allows white people to feel good about ourselves, because we’re not like the characters in the film. (This is especially true for movies about racism in the past; some of them are very important films, like Hidden Figures, which I loved, but we need to be aware that it’s still easy for white America to treat it as a feel-good film and think that we’re off the hook because we no longer have separate restrooms.) And finally, there are movies that focus more directly on the lives of people of color but tend to draw largely audiences of color; not many white people go see them, because we think they’re not “for us” (even though we assume films about white people are for everyone).

Get Out isn’t any of those. It’s drawing a broad audience but it’s not afraid to make white people uncomfortable. And if you can give me, a white guy, a chance to have even a momentary fraction of an experience of the real-life, modern-day, casual racism facing people of color in America, I think that’s a very good thing.

Colored the pic of young Vetra giving her little sister Sid a toy - just a cute little big sister moment.

I also ATTEMPTED to fix the head designs on both of them since they were off on the original sketch - this is my first time drawing Turians and they’re a challenge. A fun challenge! But a challenge. Makes me wish I could do character work for Bioware - the challenge would be so much fun.

But, yeah. Here you go. Teenage Vetra Nyx spending some of her first credits on a present for young Sid.

💐🥚What Can I Do To Celebrate Ostara?🥚💐

There’s so many wonderful things you can do for Ostara and I’ve had some asks about it lately so this is a little list I compiled.

   💐Decorate with flowers. Gather wild flowers, daffodils, tulips, violets, or primroses for your altar! If you don’t have access to them, you can always buy fake flowers, draw saw, or pick flowers of your own choosing! Do what makes your heart glow, little star.
   💐Light or pastel-colored candles. Green, blue, pink, yellow, lavender, and white all work wonderfully. You could also use flower-scented incense like jasmine, honeysuckle, rose, or lavender. I like to keep it light and fresh.
   💐Color eggs for focus. They can be real eggs, clay, whatever you want, my boyfriend and I are personally painting wooden ones. Again, the colors listed above would be best for symbolism but do what you want!
   💐 Bake something with eggs! There’s a lot of wonderful posts floating around for certain breads and egg custards, I personally enjoy quiche as my eggy involvement in Ostara. You can find the recipe I make here.(3 spoons)
   💐Include a water dish. I like to include one of salt(air) or earth as well, to have a little element party. Try to remember balance while organizing your altar and manifest the balance you want in your life into your altar.
   💐 Write down ideas or goals! It’s also fun to start a bullet journal. You probably have all sorts of grand  ideas brewing your brain, write it all down. It’s all about renewal and rebirth, so this is a wonderful time to reaffirm the path you are on. 
   💐 Just appreciate yourself. Think about how far you’ve come and how much further you can go. You can do it, we’re all cheering for you.🎉

EMERGENCY TRADITIONAL COMMISSIONS

ok so my computer is unusable now and I’m going to need a new one, so I’m doing commissions to try and get a little more money.

You can see the prices in the picture, I hope they’re not too high. :0 Sketches are done in pencil, then there’s the coloring styles

Markers:

this style has vibrant colors, but has risks with it. 1: There could be some blotches and streaks from the markers drying too quickly while drawing. 2: Colors are a bit limited due to the amount of markers I have.

Colored pencils:

this style isn’t quite as vibrant and tends to look a bit grainy (maybe someone would like that more) but there’s more colors available to me, and less chance of making mistakes

what I’ll need for you to commission me:
1: a reference of the character you want me to draw
2: your PayPal email (so I can send you an invoice)
3: what coloring style you’d like (only if you’re getting a colored one obviously)

Just message me if you’re interested! In case it wasn’t obvious I can’t send the physical thing in the mail or anything, so it’s pictures of the drawing, I hope that’s not a problem. :0 

Thank you for being interested, or just reading. If you could please reblog and share this around, even if you can’t commission me, I would greatly appreciate it!

“Carnations” (Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)

Summary: A carnation fundraiser, an iota of possibility, and a longtime secret crush on your hot best friend - what could go wrong?

thank you to the spectacular @buckyywiththegoodhair for beta-reading! you are a national treasure that must be protected til’ the end of time!

“Carnations” (Masterlist)

It takes you a moment to process what’s happening. By the time realization kicks in, the Student Gov member delivering the carnations is visibly annoyed. She sighs, “I have about twenty more dorm rooms to visit. Could you please just take the flowers?”

You stare intently at the carnations. “This isn’t a joke, right?”

“Oh, this is actually for a YouTube prank channel that we’re launching, and – no, of course this isn’t a joke!” the girl snaps. She thrusts the flowers into your hands and stalks off into the hallway, a large box of carnations propped against her hip.

You mechanically fill up an empty jar with and stick the bouquet in the makeshift vase. Your mind rewinds back to Steve explaining that white carnations would symbolize secret admiration. If only there was a card –

A gasp escapes your lips as you notice a small card tied around the stem of a carnation. You quickly untie the gently knotted twine and hold up the card to your eyes.

-B.

B.

Bucky?

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Reason // Jeon Jungkook

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the prompt: could I have a jungkook scenario where him and her are best friends and she’s always pointing at girls like “what about her she’s cute” or when a waitress flirts with him she’s like “hey go for it she’s into you” and jungkook is just not interested and shoves it off and he doesn’t really know why he just doesn’t find any of her suggestions attractive until one day when they’re walking in the park or wherever and she trips and lands on her face or eating something and it spills down her shirt and she’s not fazed about it at all and he’s just sweetly laughing at her clumsiness and that’s when he realizes that the reason he never thought those girls fit his standards was because they weren’t her.

words: 1616

category: fluff

author note: every time i write abt kookie i think of him as a boyfriend which is funny bc im not rlly romantically attracted to jungkook?? enjoy!

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☆ SHADING TUTORIAL BY ONCHA ☆

hoping it will be useful for some of you! (灬╹ω╹灬)
since many, MANY of you requested it, i spent a little time on this one even if it’s messy, hoping that some of you guys may find replies on their questions about “what color do i put here???”

== so, let’s start this tiny tiny lesson ==

★ i’ll start by saying that when it comes to shading, many people think that the only color that fits is black or dark grey, which is the WRONGEST thing you could ever do! even in realism, where you can see shadows that seem greyish, there is a little color, and that is because the surface you are putting shading on, reflects light, which is actually colored and has a pattern/texture on it! clothing, bandages, wood, plastic, rubber, fur, skin, lattex - everything reflects light on its own way, and so has a colored shading. in art, this thing is even more emphatized to make it look pleasing, colorful and catchy, so i drew some little examples to show how i use colors for my shading technique!

★ the first column is made by pastel rainbow colors, the second column is made of normal saturated colors, and the third one is a grey scale.
i tried some different hues and palettes for each one, even if you can see that i frequently use blue and purple.
those two are, in fact, the most used colos in shading, and works super well on basically everything, maybe making them darker or ligher depending if you are using pastel colors or not.
my shading is based on color contrast, infact you can see that i use blues on warm colors and purple/pinks on cold colors: it creates depth and adds a nice effect to it.

★ same with grey scale!
look at how colorful can grey, black and white look! it only needs a little bit of experiments, don’t be afraid to change your shading hue: colors won’t be hurt and you will be happy with the result! ^w ^

★ the same thing i do with shading, i’ll do for lights and lightspots, just with an overlay layer instead of multiply! most used are obviously pastel colors, but i often see people use white for it! instead of that, try a light pink, yellow or blue: you will be super satisfied of the result!
the only colors that often don’t show well overlay layers are neon pink or red: they are too bright, and the only colors that show a little bit are light blue or yellow. Instead of an overlay, maybe try a screen or anormal type layer, just as when you are coloring pitch black!

★ THE “WARMER” ★
what i call “warmer” is just a plain peach/orangeish color that some artists use to make shading less plain. Sometimes, even if you blend and blur your shading edges, they will still be “too cold/plain” to look at - and that’s what the warmer solves! don’t worry about how cold/warm your shading is, a peachy pink will always help you: put some of it ( just a thin line or a little blurred one ) on the edges of your shading and blend it until you like the result.
as shown in the picture, it will be a lot better!
some examples of my art with warmer use:
* pixel practice - luka (mostly used on hair and sweater)
* a day at the beach! (hat shadow on hair, thighs and body in general)
* stargaze used on hair and clothing.

★ GENERAL TIPS ★
*use different shading layers when you draw, don’t just stuck yourself on a single one! i am used to make two of them: one fot the basic/lighter shading, more detailed and soft, and another one for the darker parts of the shading, with a colder color such as a medium blue or a sky blue!

*mix different textures when you are shading! for example, try to add a granulated pattern/texture to your clothing layer!

*remember that different materials reflect light in different ways: you can’t shade fur the same way you shade a tshirt! tshirt will have harder shading, more defined, while skin and fur (velvety things in general) will be more blutter. Same with a ribbon, that will have soft shading and really hard light because ribbons are usually not matte, but shiny material!

*try different blendings on different layers! if for a first layer you blended your shading more to add depht to the subject, the darker/second layer could be a little sharper and defined when it comes to shading tools.

Worth The Wait- Stuart Twombly

Author- @maddie110201

Pairing- Stuart x Reader

Words- 6,249 (uhhhhh)

Warnings- mentions of sexual assault (PLEASE DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED), smut, fluff, swearing, idk of anything else

AN: I stated this months ago but decided to finish it and post it for Stu week! I really hope y’all enjoy this because i’m super proud of it!

Also, thanks to @dylan-trash-tbh for proofreading this for me. I love you, Bee!!!! <3 And also a big thanks to @thelittlestkitsune for keeping me motivated and believing me!!!!! ;P

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It was a Thursday night in the middle of August. The weather outside was rainy and cold and I could hear the sound of the wind rustling against the windows. I was sat alone in the library of my university, the only other person here being the little old librarian. She reminded me of my grandma: sweet and funny, and she always smelled like cinnamon. She also told the best stories, her stories.

I got up to put the book that I had just finished in the drop box.

“Finished already sweetheart? Didn’t you just start reading that about two hours ago?” I heard her sweet voice speak up.

I chuckled lightly, “I am. But you know me, I love to read.” I spoke softly. It was true though, the minute I open a book, I get lost in the beautiful words that litter the tattered pages.

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ART STYLE CHALLENGE!! FT. my favorite ham artists (with honorable mention of birdloaf, unfortunately i could not find a sufficient ref of philip in a sketchier format :///) I tried to emulate everyone’s styles down to the brushes!! did I do it okay? i think i did!! Honestly I’m a little terrified at my style malleability, and also disappointed because i’m drawing like this when i obv have the ability to go beyond that?? and yet…

(can you see who influenced me && how lol)

@me wyd

@spibbles YOU…. YOU. You freaking astound me, your style is fantastic and lately it’s been so warm and nice and all your shapes are a-fucking-plus, and your color usage is gorgeous and your shading is On Point and your rate of improvement is 10,000 penstrokes per hour, you’ve left me in the goddamn dust and i just….. go d

@raythrill you and @huitality are the only blogs I follow as closely as I follow you two and honestly it’s so great to see your styles bounce off of each other and I adore you guys’ style okay?? Ray I love your color usage and shading and I’m pretty sure I already sent you an ask that’s just me gushing but Hui you’re also really great and your anatomy and proportions and posing is (100 OK emojis) and the thick lines are a good reminder that I can make thick lines, not go lineless, and still be a good artist

@terror-in-the-dream GOD………….. YOUR SHAPES AND SHADING AND E Y E S… GORGEOUS i can’t believe you exist. also i adore the way you draw plants and flowers too and your blocky shading is lovely. i’d love to see intense expressions from you tho, most of em seem v calm???

@lauwurens tbh i probably have no right to tag you but Gosh, I haven’t seen anyone else who adores philip to such a degree and also your style is absolutely lovely I adore it so much what the fuck,, philip’s curls and and your eyes and GOD, everything is like, perfect

@eightmonkeys your usage of shapes and your flow of figure is the most unique and absolutely amazing thing i’ve ever seen i love it ok… and it’s also a really good reminder for me that things don’t have to look v realistic to look fantastic

@pia-soleildiddle MMMM GOD I’VE SEEN YOUR ANIMATICS AND YOU’RE SO FUCKING C R E A T I V E THAT IT HURTS MY SOUL, WHAT IN HELL, your interpretations have FLOORED me, also I adore the little unique things you put on all the characters, like ham’s double cowlick and jeff/laf’s forehead lock, and philip’s also double cowlick, and jfc, why are you so good

@kei-pai i……… you…,,, god i don’t know i guess the simplicity just attracts me, and also just the pure stylistic factor is great I can’t name why I like your style in particular, it’s probably the fluidity, but honest to god i like yours a lot but I can’t name why (edit: 3 days later and only now i realize I’ve left out the freckles oops)

anonymous asked:

Maybe a prompt where Link is noticing the little things Sidons body does? Like a Zoda sneeze (if they even sneeze???) comes out his gills, or the first time he notices his tail wag, or the shark-based Zoe's grunts Sidon makes? 0; Love your writing so much, much love your way <333

First of all, thank you so much!!!

Secondly: Z O R A S N E E Z E S

God I love it when you guys make me think about anatomy on these guys. There will be a lot of Link and Sidon noticing small things about each other in my main fic but this scene was too cute. Thank you for the adorable prompt! 


With the flowers in bloom, Hyrule looked as if it had been born again, basking in rays of every color known to the eye. For Link, it was a little slice of heaven.

For Sidon, well…Link didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of the possibility, but he didn’t think that Zora could possibly have allergies.

He also didn’t realize that they could sneeze.

It was kind of funny though, while Hylian allergies were completely related to sinuses and runny noses, Sidon’s allergies seemed to be triggered purely by proximity and left him scratching at his sides, the insides of his gills looking a little irritated.

“I’m so sorry, Link, I do enjoy the view, truly. It’s just the pollen for some reason is irritating me,” Sidon apologized again, sniffling. While his face scrunched up just like a Hylian’s would when he did so, his flexed outward while the ends curled around the openings to protect his lungs from any more pollen that could seep through. It really was fascinating to think about; Link was long familiar with the variety of instinctual noises that a Zora could make from their content purrs all the way to their grunts, snorts, growls and roars. He had just never thought about how many of those sounds actually came from the gills. True, some very obviously came from the back of the throat, but there were definitely some snorts that Sidon had been prone to make that came out when he was in the middle of speaking. Those must’ve come from his gills.

But sneezes, Link had no clue where those would come from, if they happened at all. 

He learned almost immediately after the thought occurred to him because as Sidon tried to sit down he inhaled sharply from his mouth, his face contorting just as anyone else’s did before the sneeze. 

“Ahh-aaahhh,” Sidon gasped, and Link prematurely flinched, expecting his sneeze to shake the earth as much as his furious roars did in the heat of battle. 

When Sidon pitched forward, however, his voice let out one more loud pre-sneeze gasp but the sneeze itself was the tiniest, quietest little squeak Link had ever heard in his life. His gills pushed out air so fast that they sounded like a quickly deflating balloon. They also flexed completely - more so than they ever had when Sidon flared them - making Sidon look three times wider and rounder than he actually was. His tail stuck straight out on reflex. He then inhaled again for another sneeze and the same quiet little whistle left his gills. When his tail finally relaxed Sidon looked up, his snout scrunching slightly in discontent and he sniffled again before looking over to Link as if the sudden action had been an everyday occurrence.

Whether it was from the shock of how that did not go anywhere near what Link would have guessed or because what actually happened was so damn cute, Link did not know, but for whatever the reason the Hylian doubled over laughing.

“What?” Sidon asked, looking a little miffed.

It took several minutes for Link to calm down enough before he could lift his hands from his own sides and sign, “That was just the cutest thing!” 

“My…sneeze?” Sidon asked. “It’s no different than any other sneeze.”

“No, no!” Link cackled, trying to form the words on his hands, “Hylian sneezes are nothing like that!” 

“Oh,” Sidon looked down in thought. “Well…I suppose you have a point considering that you breathe through your noses. Would your sneezes be more vocal, then?”

Link giggled, nodding his head.

Sidon gave a small smile, his tail wagging a little, “Now that is the cutest thing I have ever heard.” 

Link had calmed down from his laughing fit enough to give Sidon a quizzical stare and sign, “Actually, Hylian sneezes can be really loud…and a bit annoying.”

Sidon chuckled, his smile growing. “I was talking about your giggles.”

Any residual laughter stopped in his chest and Link felt his ears turn a bright red. Sidon smiled even wider, his tail wagging pretty consistently for several beats before it stiffened again.

“You going to sneeze?” Link guessed, his grin returning. Sidon couldn’t answer but this time Link watched his tail as it lifted further and further up (he didn’t know his tail muscles could flex that direction!) with each inhale. And then Sidon pitched forward again and then ‘squeeeeeee!’ there came that cute whistle again and Link was rolling in the field of flowers laughing.

 He felt bad for Sidon, he really did. But even so, Link learned that day that Zora sneezes were probably one of his favorite sounds.

More Fairy Tail Positivity

The response I got from the last positive fairy tail stuff was incredible, so here’s part two!

  • The exceeds are all still alive!
  • Asuka is alive and every bit as adorable as she’s always been
  • Did you guys see that part where Lucy hecking rewrote the book of END and healed Natsu? I did! When did our ball of sunshine become so cool?
  • Gray and Lucy hanging out and being best buds while they worry about Natsu. Brot3
  • Jellal is fighting hecking Acnologia! And he’s not dead!
  • Did you guys see little baby August? That was adorable!
  • The artists and the writers of the fandom as well as those that color other’s art (they count as artists imo I could never figure out how to color things as good as they do) they are all making beautiful pieces of work that just bring tears to my eyes and water to my memes.
  • Can we talk about Irene (Eileen?)’s outfit? Okay because it’s hecking gorgeous. Also her hair.
  • WHITE MAGE ZEREF
  • Natsu talking about Makarov and being all good with his words and stuff
  • YOU GUYS MYSTOGAN IS STILL ALIVE EVEN THOUGH HE’S NOT THERE RIGHT NOW
  • Bisca and Alzack have a beautiful marriage and they love each other!
  • Erza getting worried about Jellal
  • Wendy being all cute and stuff
  • Anna Heartfilia is like mom number 2 for the dragon slayers
  • Mavis not wanting Zeref to reset the world because she wants to know him
  • Fanservice for both guys and girls
  • Hey guess what? Sting and Rogue and Yukino and Minerva are all still alive!
  • The soundtrack for Fairy Tail is the most beautiful thing in the world
  • Cosplayers are doing so hecking good and looking so hecking good and just every single cosplayer is perfect and should keep doing it
  • Elfman is still alive!
  • Natsu and Zeref are gonna fight round 2!
  • The Strauss siblings all actually care about one another
  • Natsu stopped Gray from using iced-shell! (Again) Yay for Gray not being dead!

It’s looking like Fairy Tail is going to have a happy ending, and even though there’s plenty of stuff on tumblr about people being upset that it’s not going exactly as they wanted it, it’s still Hiro’s story to tell. If you don’t want Fairy Tail to get a happy ending, that’s fine, it’s your opinion. If you hate the Alvarez arc, that’s fine, it’s your opinion. If you love the Alvarez arc, that’s fine, it’s your opinion. But please don’t be mean to each other because of what everyone thinks! It really takes away from all the positive stuff going on, and some people want to have pleasant memories of this show for when it ends!

Gym Class

I think you guys might like this story. It happened earlier in the week. I have gym class and that day I had drank a lot of water before the class. Typically I change into my gym clothes and go to the bathroom before heading out to the gym. But I was running late and only changed so I wouldn’t be marked tardy. I had changed into short yellow gym shorts and had white panties on. You could see my panty line and when I bent over you could see that they were white. But those were the only shorts I packed so I had to deal with it.
I didn’t think much about not going to the bathroom when I changed, probably because at the time I didn’t have to go. But within the period of like 45 minutes I slowly felt my bladder filling up and began to feel uncomfortable. Having to pee in gym is horrible because my class will always jog around the gym for the last 10-15 minutes of class. While jogging, each step jolted my bladder and made it weaker and weaker. By the time I had 2 laps to go, I was in a panic thinking to myself, “ oh geez, if I start to pee…even a little, its going to be noticeable because these shorts are see through enough, them getting wet would make it even worse…AND since they are so short, I bet when some pee runs down my leg you’ll see my leg is wet. Fuck.”
Halfway through my final lap, my bladder couldn’t take the pressure of each step anymore. I felt my muscles failing and giving in to my full bladder, my crotch began to get wet and pee slowly began escaping my shorts and ran down my legs. I desperately wanted to stop jogging and grab my crotch in an effort to stop peeing myself but I knew that would draw attention to me. I kept jogging and peeing for maybe 7 seconds before I was able to clench my bladder muscles together again. By now I was on the home stretch of my jog, which meant the bathroom was only minutes away. I wanted to see if my little accident was noticeable so I looked down at myself, I was still jogging, and saw my upper thighs were glistening where the pee had escaped my shorts. And my crotch was noticeably darker than the rest of my pants and my underwear was more visible than anywhere.
I finished my last lap and walked over to the door. Panting from running and almost peeing myself, and trembling a little, because I had to go so bad, I leaned on the wall and quickly wiped the pee from my legs. I stood, leaning against the wall with my legs crossed for about a minute before the teacher said, “alright, everyone who is done can go change out”. When I heard this I was so relieved. I quickly got off the wall and hobbled down the steps to the gym floor. The steps were almost as bad as the jogging was on my bladder but I was able to keep control. I fast walked to the other side of the gym and busted into the girls locker room. I was the only person in there and I was the first girl in the class to finish jogging so I knew I had the locker room to myself for a little while. At most 10 minutes. Which was fantastic because I knew I didn’t much time at all, if any, to get to the toilet. I make my way through the locker room, at this point I was so scared because I wasn’t sure what to do. Run to the stalls and probably pee as I run, which would leave a mess for the others to see. And I knew couldn’t stay in the stall until everyone left because others would have to go too so I’d leave the stall and it would clearly evident I pissed myself. Or take my time and concentrate on not peeing…which I felt was about to be impossible to do. So I decided to make a mad dash to the stalls. I stopped holding and ran. I made it about 5 feet from the stalls and right next to the showers when my bladder muscles failed. I stopped dead in my tracks and started peeing, slow at first, but as I stood there, trying to stop the flow, I began to pee faster and faster. I felt my butt getting wet and warm, and trickles of pee ran down my legs and into my shoes. As I grabbed my crotch and clenched my bladder muscles, I began to panic because I knew I was about to give in 100% and at any moment the rest of the girls could come in. So I looked to the right at the showers and ran into one.
The showers were closed off and private so I decided to finish peeing myself in there, hidden from everyone else. I relax and let out a little gasp as pee floods my pants, hissing into my underwear and gym shorts. My butt quickly gets wetter and wetter and pee began running down legs, which was a lot cause you know how short and small gym shorts are, they were soaked in seconds. Pee went into my socks and shoes. 1 minute later, as people started coming into the locker room, I stopped peeing. I was soaked and warm. I looked down at myself and saw my pants and underwear were soaked in pee. My white panties were clearly visible, I mean my shorts were 100% see through at this point. My socks and shoes were wet and my legs were shiny and sticky with pee.
Realizing that there was no way I could leave the shower without being seen, I decided to take a shower to clean myself up and pass time. I took off my shirt and bra and left everything else on. I took like a 5 minute shower, and when I was finished I poked my head out of the shower to check that I was alone again. When I confirmed with myself that the locker room was empty, I ran out of the shower, topless and with my wet pants and shoes on and went ever to my bag and dried off. I put my bra and shirt back on and grabbed my spare shoes, socks, and pants I had on before gym. I looked through my bag for spare underwear but I couldn’t find any. “Great, wth am I going to do now?”, I thought to myself. So I ended up drying my underwear as best I could with my towel. And I dried them up pretty good I thought. They were just cold and a little damp. They had a faded yellow color to them too. So after drying them as best I could I finished getting dressed and put on my blue skinny jeans. (Actually blue, not denim blue, if that helps to visualize them)
The rest of the day was uncomfortable with cold, damp panties on. I would check my butt from time to time to make sure my pants weren’t getting visibly wet from my underwear. But with all the sitting I had to do for the rest of the school day I did notice them slowly get darker after class. If you looked long enough you could probably tell, but I knew it was fairly noticeable. Luckily my underwear dried by the end of school.
Hope everyone liked the story! It was a crazy day!😂

Revision Advice: The first draft is complete…Now what?

This one is going to be a long one, so feel free to simply go to the section you need.

General Tips:

  • Keep notes of things to fix while you’re writing the first draft. Leave them for revision and just keep writing that first draft. (Post about that here)
  • Revising is about plot and characterization. Editing is fixing grammar, spelling, word choice, etc. Focus big picture when revising.
  • It’s probably going to take a couple drafts to get it just right.
  • Even when I delete scenes/paragraphs, I like to keep them in a separate document. Sometimes the deleted scene/paragraph was simply misplaced and can be rewritten and added somewhere else.
  • Think about other stories in your genre (and even outside your genre) that you’ve read. Why did those work? What did you like about them?
  • Take your time to think about the story you’ve written and different possibilities regarding areas you find troubling or feel could use more help. I like mindless tasks to help me do this (i.e. walking, showering, sweeping, coloring, listening to music…).
  • You’ll probably here every writer say this, including me: Revision is really where the story comes alive. It’s where things start to smooth out. Of course the first draft is essential, but revision is where you refine and hone it. It’s where you can add little “Easter Eggs”.
  • Also, can I just say, revisions are the worst and best things ever. After working so hard to finish writing, you then have to tear it apart. But trust me, it’ll be better for it. Save copies of your various drafts and keep pushing forward.

If you need help figuring out what to revise:

  • Read it through—out loud. Not much to say here. But reading it out loud does help.
  • Take a break from it: Honestly, sometimes the best thing you can do is let yourself forget about it for a while. Then come back and reread. It simulates having another person read it (which is, of course, also a good idea), without actually having to give it over (which is also incredibly difficult).
  • Story planning: I have post already about this, but I want to add a few things that relate specifically to revisions
    • Write the story out exactly as it is, in really broad strokes. One sentence (or two) to describe each chapter. When you’re finished, read it over. Does the plot make sense? Is there another way to think about it? Are there too much “opening” chapters before the conflict gets going (the general rule is that it shouldn’t take more than three)?
    • Now, add the characterization the broad plot outline. How does the character change (or not) through the book, in relation to the plot? Balancing the characterization and plot progression is difficult. I know for me, I am either solid at one or the other, depending on the book. If you feel like the characterization is on point, but the plot is weak, focus on the plot. Same goes vice versa.
      • See Plot Changes or Character Changes for more advice about revisions regarding those subjects
  • PLOT changes advice:
    • This is difficult to talk about generally, but here we go…
    • Pacing: Basically, the pacing is about the number of scenes and how quickly they play out. This may seem obvious, but if the pacing feels fast than you might need to add more detail to a scene or else add another scene or two between big, major story-line scenes. There should be a bit of filler but not too much. If the pacing is slow, then perhaps you can pare down a scene or two, or even remove one.
    • Plot Arcs: Of course you have your main arc that is moving the story forward. But there should also be the smaller but related arcs that are usually more character related.
      • Large and small arcs should all tie together or be related in some capacity, otherwise it won’t feel cohesive.
      • Look at both small and large when reviewing the plot.
      • You can leave some arcs hanging. Usually the smaller arcs—which can even turn into large arcs in future books!
      • For large arcs, people typically know to add the major climax and resolution. But sometimes the climax can feel a bit weak. One way to make it feel more dramatic is to have a sort of “false climax”. Basically, this is where the reader thinks it’s going to be the climax and the scene resembles the actual climax later, but it somehow goes wrong or falls short.
        • Example: the main hero goes to battle the villain and….loses. Hero goes away, regroups/re-plans, and tries again. Maybe even loses a second time. On the third attempt—Hero wins (for the most part…you can make this dramatic as you want as well. It doesn’t have to be a perfect win, after all).
        • That is a very, very weak example but I hope that makes sense. If you have a lot of rising action up to one, single battle in which the hero wins, it’s probably going to feel less dramatic.
  • CHARACTER changes advice:
    • How can and does the plot affect the character’s life, thoughts, and beliefs? Do they overcome their fears? Do they create fears?
    • How do the other characters—including and especially the villain—change the character?
    • I guess my main piece of advice here is think of your characters as actual people. Everyone is flawed. No one is going to do the right thing all the time. Really take the time to think about your character and who they are. You can even make lists about their hopes, dreams, fears, favorite flavor of ice cream, hobbies, etc. Every little thing helps.

If you know what to change:

  • FIRST REVISION:
    • Make big changes first: delete those extra sections, write the new scenes, add in the extra dialogue or description, etc. Save smaller changes (like a name or place change or even going through and changing/tightening a paragraph) for the next read through and revision.
    • The reason to do the big stuff first is because things might change. For instance, if you go through and edit a paragraph or even combine two paragraphs, it might change if you’re planning to make some series plot overhaul. And all that hard work might be wasted.
    • If you’re writing a story with any type of mystery, make sure you planted enough large and small hints. 
  • SECOND/SUBSEQUENT REVSION(S):
    • Continuing make any other major story altercations as needed…
    • Focus on the “medium changes”. Mostly, I like to think of this as the paragraph by paragraph revising. Combining, adding, revising, and cutting paragraphs. Make the writing and storytelling smooth and tight as you can. If you are questioning whether you want to keep something or not, you probably don’t. Or else, there’s a simpler way to say something. I’m definitely of the mind that less is more.
    • Cut any repetitive statements/areas. I have the habit of repeating myself a LOT. Basically saying the same thing twice. I mean, I say it in two different sections and in different ways, but usually you don’t need to do that. Often times it bogs it down. I blame my high school writing word count minimums for this one…Get rid of the filler!
    • Not everything has to be said. Not everything has to be described. If a scene seems off in some way, play around with switching some dialogue to description and vice versa. I already have a post about dialogue/description balance . If you know that post or have read it, this is honestly a good place to think about those changes.

Hope this helped…Happy writing everyone.

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Sentiment

Yes I got obsessed with this emotional hell-hole too there’s no escape now.
Like holy shit I could go on about my headcanons and ideas of Kraglin and Yondu for hours, specially Kraglin and all the little detail things I’m obsessed with about him in the movies but yeah, for everyone’s benefit let’s not do that.

This movie ruined me. : )

Originally I wanted to make it into a gif, but then Sai crashed on me like 5 times and my tablet freaked out so yeah I’m Done, it’s good as it is.

And yes, the background is the courtesy of uncle google, if I my comp could handle Krita I would have made a space background myself but yeah that’s for another time. As for the non-ghost Yondu coloring, the color of Yondu’s shading could have been better, but oh well I’m just gonna have to do better next time. Either ways I’m pretty proud of how it turned out!

Kraglin and Yondu belong to Marvel

Art by @mexcraziness

Also since I can’t put in any links (thanks tumblr) check out my DeviantArt!

Ask Me.[Newt Scamander Oneshot].

why do i love romance so much

Originally posted by karlmordo

Title: Ask Me.
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader.
Words: 2,700.
Rating: T. (Mildly suggestive content.)


If you focused your hands in the correct position, you could almost feel the ghosts of the white scars that lined on his torso. Slowly healed reminders to Newt, that despite all the goodness and kindness in the world, there was always going to be a counter balanced reaction. In this very delicate case, it was put in the situation of his creatures, his naturally kind hearted nature and the injuries he may have gotten when trying to gain their trust. You could hear his voice inside of your mind, echoing, ‘They’ve never been dangerous. I was, and still am utterly willing to prove people wrong’.

You supposed that it was his gentleness and graciously loving attitude towards his passions that made you fall in love in the first place. Typically, his actions reflected his personality, especially in moments of bliss like the one you found yourself tangled in.

His hands were entwined deeply in your hair, and with nervous fingers, he’d twist a piece between them and hum more to himself as he craned his head down for another kiss. Not allowing such satisfaction, your playful side rose as you pecked his nose lightly. Newt hovered still, his full lips curling on the sides into that infamous half-grin. Newt surely made you question whether or not he was aware that his appearance had such an altering effect on you, because occasionally he acted the part, where as other times he found himself rather clueless.

Right now was a memory of the latter.

The look on his face nearly shouted at you, ‘So, you want to play games?’ Raising yourself against him with your hands flat against your chest, your lips grazed against his to answer him silently. Dropping his hands, Newt cupped your cheeks and allowed his fingers to slip across your smooth skin. A shudder of appreciation reached down his spine, or better yet, a shiver of anticipation of the unknown. Heavily dilated eyes caught hold of yours while his fingers continued a journey downwards now resting gently on your shoulders.

It was there that he paused to hesitate. Dropping his head to avoid eye contact so you couldn’t catch onto his contemplation, he stared at your right shoulder, almost admiring the way that the dim light of your hallway was illuminating your skin. Giving it the appearance of being on fire, he thought to himself. And the strange wonderment rose in his mind, crashing like a wave. If he were to touch you now, would your skin be hot like the blaze he imagined? Or would it be like a chilled fire, cold and eager to be warmed?

The dress that was so beautifully sculpted to fit you was non-existent there and left your skin free for all to see, and for him to touch. And in all honesty, such a naked piece of body had been begging to be touched all evening. And when he said all, he meant, all evening. Since the sun went down, to this second in your hallway. Newt stood pinned against your body and the wall and lifted his eyes. You had been hinting all evening, his mouth tilted upwards, that you wanted this so why would he be one to deny it when it was so close? He finally figured out your game, and to say that he was proud of himself for catching on would be an absolute understatement.

“There are quite a few names to which I could call you right now,” He whispered, pressing his mouth against your ear, “Let me think…” The rush of his fingers now touching your bare skin rose goosebumps onto your arms and through your body. Even if it were chaste and inexperienced, you wouldn’t have it any other way or with anyone else. “Seductress,” He began, relying on the depth of his voice rather than the actual volume, “Or are you a temptress? Are they the same thing, or is there a difference? Of course-” His hands rose from your skin before pattering back down on your back, where the dress too, left little to be imagined. It dipped far, resting to stop on the small of your back. He didn’t allow his curious fingers to dive any lower than the base of your neck though. That’s where they rested, and that’s where they would tickle you. “Seducing and tempting are very similar, but not the same. To seduce is to be… Well, pulled into a sexual act, isn’t it? Whereas, one would use the word ‘tempt’ in a more subtle, gentler tone.”

Biting down on your bottom lip, you vaguely questioned where this sudden burst of confidence came from as his voice tuned down your hallway, echoing off the plaster walls. You had thought, for at least a minute that maybe he was turning this into a lesson, into a lecture like he did when put into nervous situations. He’d begin blundering, finding a way out without actually confronting the situation he was put in front of. But, after giving it a good hard think, you deduced that it couldn’t have been that. The way that he was speaking to you, so huskily, the way his hands were raking along bits of your body that he hadn’t actually seen before, were telltale signs that this was something else. This was slacked confidence, raw emotion and genuine sex appeal. A side of Newt that you didn’t even know existed was getting clearer and clearer the more he allowed himself to build up in self-awareness.

“Allow me to ask…” Newt swallowed, kissing the shell of your ear, “Am I seducing, or am I tempting?” He pushed his head back and gazed down at you. Through the very little light you were getting, you could see a bit his beautiful eye color. “I know what you are, or at the very least, I know what you’re trying to do.”

“May I ask what you think that is?”

Newt gave you a small grin, pecking your lips before uttering against them, “You’re being a big flirt who’s denying me the simplest of pleasures, like an actual kiss.”

“Why give you the pleasure of such when you’re the one so blantly seducing me?” Your tone of voice dropped as you attempted to stay in control.

“Me?” He questioned. Heat burned on the tips of his ears, down his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose at your accusation. “I’m not one to seduce, and you know that.”

“Don’t lie.” You snickered, “At the very least-” You mocked him, “You’re building yourself to be a small bit tempting.”

“Never.” He shook his head in playful denial, his beautifully ashy hair bouncing along with the movement. You found yourself entranced for a second at his unspoken beauty. “I would never do such a thing to you.”

“Lies.” You ran your hands up his chest to rest them on his shoulders. Newt licked his bottom lip at the sensation of your hands running along his body, even if he was fully clothed in front of you. That was something he’d never get used to. The meager brush of your hands, and what they would do to him in moments like this constantly amazed him. “You’re tempting. Standing there, looking amazingly beautiful…” His eyebrows raised at your choice of words, “Oh excuse me-” You spoke sarcastically, “Did I say beautiful? I meant handsome.”

“I’d have been okay with beautiful.” Newt laughed quietly. Keeping one hand rested on the back of your neck, he swooped his right hand forward and put it under your chin. There, he propped your head up so he could properly look down at you.

“I was going to use pretty.” Your expression was smug, teasing and a bit flirtatious. He could see the latter, especially in the little glint behind your eyes.

“I’d have been alright with pretty as well,” His voice dropped once again as he looked at you lovingly. “But, I’d prefer to call you that.”

“I hope you don’t just like me because I’m pretty.” You pouted. Newt shook his head once again with a small cackle. Keeping the position of his hands, he pushed himself off the wall, successfully moving you back so you were now pinned between the wall behind you and his body.

“I love you because you understand me, which I had been looking for. And, honestly. I had lost hope. I was ready to marry Pickett, because I thought only he would understand my blabbering.” Newt joked, the hand under your chin now dropped to dance down your neck before caress your sternum. “Imagine that, Pickett Scamander. Sounds pretty awful to me.”

“Who’s to say I want to marry you?” He raised his brows once again, only this time in a way that said, ‘Are you kidding me?’ Newt was right to react in such a way, though your question once more of a tease than to be taken literally.

“Who’s to say I’ll ever ask?” He replied rather smoothly, his eyebrows still skeptical. “Unless you, my love, intend to tie me up and make me, you can’t assure that I ever will pop that question.”

“I actually expected it tonight.” You admitted, “Queenie may have let it slip that you were planning it-”

“Wait, wait-” Newt panicked, feeling his heart drop into his stomach at the sound of your statement.

“She also told me that Niffler stole the ring? Did you ever find it? Oh goodness, I hope you found it.”

“Of course I found it.” Newt scrambled slightly to rest one of his hands on his coat pocket, where the ring was lying snug.

Silence spilled between the two of you as he stood awkwardly in front of you. Mentally, he was cursing at Queenie for letting the cat out of the bag like this, but then again, she probably didn’t mean to. She rarely thinks before spilling out things like this. Getting vicious at her was going to do Newt no good right now. He drew a deep breath in, prepared to take on the accidental mishap with as much grace as he could.

“I was just kiddin’,” You popped your mouth and looked at your love in front of you, “Queenie didn’t… She didn’t tell me anything… I— was just playing around with you…”

He stopped moving altogether, and his breath hitched in his throat. It was coming to him now, the smack in the face of intense realization. “You didn’t….” You shook your head no, an obvious expression of guilt washing onto your face as you stared at him. “Oh, no…”

“I mean, now I do, and I know Niffler did steal the ring so…” Your voice cracked. “Surprise.”

“I was going to ask,” He said quickly and looked off to the side, “I just, couldn’t find the moment to do it? I mean, dinner, wouldn’t that be a cliché? I’m not a fan of doing it in such a way, I want you to remember it. I don’t want your engagement story to be a copycat of so many others.” He began speaking a bit faster, tears pricking at the back of his eyelids, “So, I thought, maybe on the walk home? But, I caught myself staring at you and before I knew it, you had lead me home, and then this, and now, and I thought maybe I could stave until the morning and perhaps… I don’t know, surprising you with a ring at breakfast? But, is that too cliche as well? I don’t know.

“Then last night, I nearly had a heart attack when I had misplaced the ring… what an irresponsible thing to have happened…” He rubbed his forehead, “I had left it sitting on my desk, and left for a moment, only a moment and when I came back it was gone. I went into an absolute frenzy. I should have figured it was Niffler, that little bugger… So obsessed with shiny things. He had taken it, and if I was bloody thinking, I’d have checked him first before throwing my case into a mess for two hours…

“And now, I’ve gone and ruined one of the biggest surprises of your entire life, because I couldn’t understand that you were only joking around. I ruined it…” He reached into the pocket of his jacket, plucking out a small velvet box, “This was meant to be something special, not some night of-of…”

“Newt.” You spoke quietly, contradicting his frantic voice. Reaching up with your right hand, you put it onto of his. “Shhh…”

“But, I…”

“You didn’t ruin it, it just…” You puffed, “Didn’t go as planned. That’s okay…” He swallowed quietly and balled his hand into a fist around the small box in his hand. “Any moment you asked me would have been special. I’m positive I’d have remembered it for the rest of my life, just like how I’m going to remember this…” You laughed quietly and clasped your hands around his, “I mean, you still get to ask… If you still want to…”

“I do…” Newt looked at his hand, “How do you want me to? I guess, at this point it doesn’t matter, does it…?”

You thought for a second and smiled lovingly, “Do it the way you want.”

He took a deep breath in and nodded, dropping to his knee without a second thought. Despite his attempt to remain cool and situated, his mind was racing. Of course before hand, he had mentally written a letter, things he was going to say to you but now that it was actually happening, he couldn’t find where he had stored it. Newt was left speechless. He kissed your knuckles slowly, looking up at you as you pulled your hand away from his balled fist so he could open the velvet box. It was smooth under his fingertips, alarmingly so that Newt actually found himself shaking in an attempt to open it as quickly as possible.

“I never imagined myself to be the type to marry, simply because for years, I was seemingly married to creatures and to finishing my book…” Newt told you, “Maybe love was for some, and never for me. I didn’t need it, until I met you… Everything changed then…”

His voice was breaking with emotions as he stared down at the ring, “I can’t give you much, other than a case full of creatures, an old scarf, a few bow-ties and magic spells and maybe a good solid kiss every so often, and I know not a lot of people would jump to be with someone as… Annoying as I, but for you, it seemed to be considerably different….

“From the time that Queenie had informed me that you thought I was, quote ‘Cute’, to the first actual encounter, there was something so different about you, and I couldn’t take my attention off of you. The way you walked, carrie yourself, the way you talked with such confidence, something that I wish I had, and something you’ve actually helped me with… I cannot thank you enough for the opportunities and things you have shown me…

“And if you’d allow me, for the rest of our lives…” He looked up at you Newt’s stare was intense, digging deeply into your own that you could almost feel him infiltrating your thoughts. “I’d love to show you equally amazing things… If you’d allow me the pleasure of a ‘yes’ to my next very needed question so I can stop talking and finally kiss you.” He fumbled, raising his wrist slightly to reveal to you the ring that he had so carefully thought about and chose. It was simple, but beautiful.

 A golden band and placed delicately in the center was a flower of diamonds. Small, beautiful and absolutely everything you could have ever wanted all rolled into one ring. You sniffled, staring at it for a moment before looking back at Newt. And the second your eyes caught hold of his, the question flowed from his mouth and sang into your ears.

“Will you, (Full Name) the love of my life, and the dazzling, perfect, amazing mother to my creatures… Will you marry me?”


Hey guys, hope you enjoyed because I know I had a lot of fun writing it! Reblogs and likes are appreciated. Stay tuned for more Newt! :D 

I left it on a cliffhanger, for a reason guys. ;) More to come.