this is slightly random but whatever

there’s something about the style of DAO that i love

it’s just so… it’s very drab.  all rogue armor looks exactly the same.  like, helmet upgrade?  yep it’s the same thing but in a slightly different tint.  mages get those ridiculous hats and the dingy robes.  grey wardens don’t have that flashy blue and silver armor yet they just wear whatever the hell drops off of darkspawn.  ferelden is brown and muddy.  as it should be.  denerim is the crown jewel of the country but it’s just dogs barking and dirt and flies.

when your warden suddenly decides that they’re no longer an archer or mage and grabs a random ass sword to shove through the archdemon’s skull, they’ve marched their way up and down this maker-forsaken land and they’ve got mud and dog shit all over their boots and no part of this journey was even remotely glamorous, because it was about spending days in the deep roads, covered in blood and bile and ichor, so of course you’re gonna make your final blow look at least vaguely fancy, because you deserve that much

and i just.  i love it.

anonymous asked:

so I've been having a really hard time with heads and faces recently, especially the head shapes and eyes. Ive been trying to change it up a bit but I just can't get it how I like it and I was wondering if you had any piece of advice? Idk if its a style thing or what but its starting to really frustrate me (for some dumb reason ;u;) Thanks in advance!!

there’s such a good exercise for that, actually! It works especially well with differing the head shapes, but can work for eyes as well! You take your hand a draw a random shape. Then filling it with features. Say, you draw a potatoe-shaped object. It doesn’t have to be precise of anything, since it’s just your carcass. 

then, whatever comes to your mind about that shape. You can change it slightly if you want to, or you can leave it the way it is and just draw features (and extra volume to the head if necessary)

here’s just a few examples i could come up with 

they are fast so don’t look for too anatomically correct stuff, but you get the idea! Draw a lot of shapes and fill them in.. SOmetimes you should draw many to figure out what fits your character best.

I had the file with quite many shapes somewhere but I’m not sure if it’s on the laptop or pc so..without that. But generally, try it out! It’s not only fun, but can help you decide on the features and differ the shapes. You can do the same thing for eyes as well;) 

What to do when you’ve hit a language slump:

(or that inevitable moment when you’re either unmotivated or you feel like all of your work is for nothing or you think maybe learning this language is silly) (spoiler alert it’s not):

-Listen to music in the language. Listen to how cool that music is; wouldn’t it be awesome to be able to sing it and understand what you’re singing?!

-Go watch some tv shows or movies in the language. Wouldn’t it be freaking awesome to be able to watch it without all the subtitles? And sometimes subtitles can be inaccurate (if only slightly); you can watch with the accurate storyline!

-Read a book that has something to do with the language. Is there a character that speaks the language? Does it take place in the city/country where the language is spoken? Just…soak it all in; it’s cool right?

-Take a break from grammar and the usually stuff and do something fun with it (whatever that may be). Look up some pretty vocab, some aesthetic posts, random idioms, etc.

-Listen to someone speak the language. Sounds beautiful, right? Wouldn’t you like to be able to do that and converse like that? Wouldn’t it just be the most amazing experience to go somewhere where people speak that language and you can speak it right back?!

Point is: Everyone gets language slumps; it’s completely normal. But I promise your work has not been for nothing. It will (and already is) paying off

NTs in High School

INTJ: The kid who is at the top of the class even though they don’t seem to work nearly as hard as the other people up there. They are an extreme nerd, but you wouldn’t guess it by just looking at them. Are (or at least seem) extremely confident and put-together, which, along with their unequivocal dislike of most people, makes other people who don’t know them well nervous around them.

INTP: The kid who has straight A’s even though they haven’t picked up the text book since they brought it home. Obviously a nerd and/or geek. They hardly talk to anyone, except to the teacher in order to pose theoretical questions that don’t have a solid answer. Their backpack is more like an endless collection of miscellaneous junk.

ENTJ: The kid who is the president of 4 different clubs and captain of a sport, whether or not they actually tried to obtain these positions. May or may not be at the top of the class, but everyone is convinced that they are. They slightly scare everyone else.

ENTP: The kid who never pays attention or does any work, yet is always on the honor roll. They know and talk to literally everyone and teachers love them. They are the supreme random trivia champions. They would crush everyone on the debate club if they joined, but that would mean researching a specific topic for too long which is too much effort and not enough pay off.

How to become a good student (again) 1: Slow down to speed up

Hello, fellow ex-good-student! 

If you’re anything like me, you feel this immense pressure on your shoulders, yes? You want to be good, you want to succed, you want to know more, but somehow -… somehow it just ain’t enough to actually get you to do something? Until the very last minute, that is, when all the pressure comes rushing down like a waterfall?

Ah, or perhaps that stress has driven you over the edge and you have achieved the next stage: being so stressed that you’re oddly calm again and nothing really fazes you anymore? Perhaps you have cynically accepted that this is just who you are now? Perhaps you say:

But somehow you fail to say it proudly. Somehow you’re just really unhappy with the state of things, but feel like you don’t give enough of a fuck to really change anything? 
Yes? Well, then this is the post for you!

Let me start with three observations that are less obvious than you might think: 

1) “Naturally” good students (NGS, so people, like you and me, who didn’t have to learn how to be good at school, but kinda slipped into it) are good thinkers. 

2) Good thinkers like to think.

3) Good thinkers are trouble-shooters. 

Got these three ideas lined up? Alright, let’s move on.

These two attitudes above, where do you think they come from? I’d argue it’s disillusionment. 

See, when I got to uni, I thought it would be like school - just WAY better. That would mean professors who fit their programmes around me, personally, who help my mind become sharper by letting it battle against just the right problems and getting taught how to really get to the bottom of life, to face the really Big Ideas, the Final Problems, the Why is the universe the way it is?s.
Instead, it turns out, uni is like summer holidays - just WAY worse. No one fits anything to you, personally, no one picks out just the right problems, no one connects subjects in just the way you’d like it. You’re thrown into a maelstrom of ideas and it’s up to you to do whatever the hell you’d like with them. You’re on your own, but not in the hero vs. bad guy-way, but it in the loner in a crowd-way. 

You quickly realize, uni is just a slightly filtered version of life in all its random glory and sadness. And I think that any student, anywhere, can have this epiphany at any given moment. You don’t need uni to suddenly look life in the eye and be overwhelmed by how sublime, how overwhelmingly huge it is and to realize: There’s no end goal (we know of). Just loads of open ends. An overwhelming amount of open ends, really. 

Now, what do I mean when I say that NGS (”naturally” good students) are trouble-shooters? I mean that we’re good at working well within systems. 
We like to be fed input, to take it apart, to analyze it and to see how you could perfect it even further. That’s why so many of us are drawn to video games or TV series or fictional worlds with their own reward system. We like to figure out patterns. That’s also why we were so good at school - school is a fairly easy system. 
Once you’ve seen through which lessons will be important for a test, once you notice how teachers stress certain things more than others, once you notice you really only need to pay attention in class and you’ll spare yourself so much trouble, once you notice that doing your homework actually does help, once you notice these few pillars of school, you’re set, man. 

I’d like to compare this to thinking on two different levels: a life-level (where you actually do stuff) and a meta-level (where you think about doing the stuff). My preferred analogy for this is a cube.

Ideally, you first figure out the shape of the cube (meta-level) and, once you’re comfortably settled into the system, you work within it (life-level). I’d say that most people operate this way, but NGS are …a little obsessed with this. The basic idea is that the system must first be perfect (or perfectly understood) before it is implemented, so it runs smoothly.  
This is what I mean when I say we’re trouble-shooters. We detect the trouble ahead of time and pew, pew, pew. And, as I said, this works with video games. And books. And school. And subjects. But life? Life looks a little more like this:

No one’s (yet) succeeded to fit life into this box. 
“But”, a little voice inside you says, “But I can try!” (and another, more smug voice, says “And who’s to say I’m not the one to succeed anyway?”)
And, well, I’ve got good news for you! You’ve already tried! That’s why you’re here. In limbo. 

You and I both, we’ve tried to figure out the perfect recipe for life. We tried to figure out when to best get up, when to best go to sleep, what the perfect conditions for studying are, what best to study in the first place, what artsy pursuits to keep doing to flex creativity, but to also focus on practical things and how to figure out the whole family and friends-thing and schedule it somewhere in between and maybe write a book or two. You’ve tried to create the box. I’ve tried to create the box. We both failed.
Let me show you a highly artistic representation of what your brain has looked like lately: 

Okay, fine, I’ll invest a bit more time:

There, that’s your mind. Pulling in every single direction. Is it really a surprise that you’re not going anywhere? Y’know this meme?

Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. Now, if you’re anything like me, you’ll have a whiny voice at the back of your head going “But picking fewer battles is defeat! I’m sure I’ll conquer it somehow!”
Well, then, let me mindslap you with the cold, hard truth: No. What you’re doing right now, that’s defeat. 

This?

This is DEFEAT. You’re not going anywhere and you’re disrespecting yourself, your mind and the subjects you’re interacting with by spending a fraction of a thought on them. You’re just using them as stepping stones. They deserve better. You deserve better. That’s why you fail to say it proudly. You know that, at some point, you looked at the big, huge mess that is life, realized “I won’t figure this out” and said “Well, I’ll stop trying, I guess.”

I’ll talk more about this in my “Yearn for friendship”-post, but for now, the main take-away is:

You won’t be done with figuring out life any time soon.

So, don’t think “I want to be done with this.”

Think “I want to be doing this.”

Step out of the meta-level into the life-level. It’s okay not to perfectly understand life right now. You’ll figure it out.Trust me, you’ll figure it out. But only by doing things.

Because, see, NGS may be trouble-shooters, but the trouble-shooting isn’t the fun part. It’s the first step to entering a magical world with which you can interact, be it maths, or Middle Earth, or a birthday party. 
We like to think. 
And you’ve been depriving yourself of the fun of thinking by thinking you have to do it in a perfect way. 

“But what if it’s not perfect?”
That’s okay. You’ll get better. And something imperfect that’s striving to be good is always better than nothing at all. Some things you figure out by doing. Life is one of those things. Imagine you’re in a dark street and you want to illuminate it. You can either miserably sit in darkness and try to figure out a way to turn on all lights at once, or you can start with one and let the sight of snowflakes or petals welling up underneath it give you strength for the next. Allow yourself little successes. Allow yourself to have fun with imperfect things. Make the first step. Let it give you strength for the next.”

“But what if I lose time?”

“Be patient. Life will literally last all your life. This is as much time as you’re ever gonna get. Allow yourself to take this time and to take it slow. Again: think not about getting it done, but about the joy of doing it. Time spent doing the thing you love is never lost time. Put the pressure of your shoulders. Trust me, if you take it slow, your brain will speed up because it has breathing room.
Let me repeat this:
If you take it slow
your brain will speed up.

So, allow your brain to think like this:

(or at least like this:

Be patient. I cannot stress this enough. Be. Patient.
Time is not your enemy that you have to outrace. Time is your partner, whom you have to trust. Time helps you to grow. Time helps you to understand. Time literally helps you to BE. 
For me, the phrase that really struck a chord with me somehow was
I will grow as my hair did”, because it a) shows how long it can take for tiny changes to become visible, and how b) they do become visible in the end.)

“But I don’t want to completely lose my grip on the meta-level! I don’t just want to blindly run into one direction!”

“I get you. So did I. So here’s what I did: I made a pact with myself. 
On the 25th of every month (because my birthday is on the 25th, but pick whichever day you like best), I ascend to the meta-level and critically assess my own situation. 
I exit the cube and check if I like what the cube looks like right now. 
No? Okay, time to introduce some big changes. 
Yes? Okay, carry on as before. 
I actually wrote down basic rules for what life in the cube looks like (when to do laundry, etc.), so I wouldn’t have to worry about it during the month and let me tell you, it works great. During the month, I just let my mind slice and dice away (I’ll talk more about the mind as a weapon in the next post) and once a month, I check if I like the results. For me, at least, it’s the perfect arrangement. 

So, be patient. And watch Hyouka - it’s about this very struggle and the MC slowly realizes that, sometimes, it’s worth to spend energy, mind-power and time on certain things. Some things… just take time. And that’s okay.

Grow as your hair does.

(Here’s the masterpost for all the posts in this series: x)

(Part 2)

~From Sour to Sweet~

When you find a new friend in the strangest way.

cat hybrid!yoongi/reader

Word Count: 5,704

What were you thinking?

You don’t know what possessed you to go to a hybrid adoption facility and want to pick out a hybrid of your own. You felt bad that you could only choose one of the many hybrids presented before you. All were of various species accentuated with different colors, shapes, and sizes.

“You can go in if you want.” The employee next to you responds, having spotted you looking at the hybrids through the glass window.

The room was pretty spacious but you were afraid that if you went inside you would try and take them all home with you. It looked like a cross between a playground and recreational room. There were beds for them to sleep, a TV off to the side, and lots of blankets and pillows.

“If there’s one you want to interact with personally, we have rooms available for you, if you’re not comfortable going inside with all of them. It can get overwhelming sometimes.”

You watched all the hybrids for a bit. There were a couple of rabbits running around in a game of chase, bounding through the other hybrids as well as hopping over stray toys and scattered furniture pieces. The foxes were playing with a soccer ball, rolling it back and forth and a few of them even went to mess with the other hybrids nearby. Literally all of the dog hybrids were play wrestling each other and you could see tufts of fur flying through the air. Most of the cats were either asleep or lazily tossing balls of yarn here and there.

You notice a small white cat hybrid tucked away from everyone else, including the other cats, curled up in a ball high on top of one of the shelves. He wasn’t sleeping, rather he was lying there and observing all the other hybrids with a smidge of boredom adorning his features, white tail flicking lazily back and forth like a pendulum. His white ears contrasted the black locks of his hair as they twitched to each of the sounds. You noticed that he looked…lonely, yet there was a hint of sadness somewhat hidden in his eyes, and your heart ached at the sight.

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characters: jaebum x reader
genre: smut
wc: 4080
summary: jaebum is jealous. and for no good reason.
author’s note: okay, first of all, this isn’t your typical “the guy is jealous so he has to whisk you away from another guy just to prove to you who you belong to” scenario. no. this is a “you’re a dumbass for being jealous when the only person i want is you. now kiss me.” as from the reader’s perspective. so it’s jaebum getting called out… if that makes sense… i did say this’d be up before the end of the weekend. still got more to come.
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Crazy In Love

Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: Reader catches the eye of a curious Poe Dameron.

Warnings: NSFW, Oral smut, Unprotected Smut (please use protection though aghh), cursing

A/N: This is inspired by the 50 Shades of Grey version of Crazy in Love by Beyoncé. Yes, I know shame on me for these thoughts.

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Stiles Smut~ The Bet

Word Count~ 3165
Rating~ NSFW
Warnings~ Teasing, Safe Sex, Handcuffs, Dirty Talk
Pairings~ Stiles x Female!Reader
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A Valentine's Day Tale

Was supposed to be main PTA Sanders but ended up being Prinxiety centred. Sorry.

Anyway, to the fic

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Flowers.

Chocolate.

Games.

Puppy.

Kitty.

Logic growled deeply as he stared at his phone, going through the list for the tenth time that week. Valentine’s Day was coming again and until that week, he had been feeling like that was his year. That he would rock the day with a wonderful present and a date that would forever stay in Morality’s head. And he would like it so much they would do it again, and again, until they started dating, and the dating lead on to copulation and then marriage, probably.

Okay, maybe Anxiety had been right when saying that was basically The Sims but… Logic knew no other way on how things could go. Besides, he didn’t even know if personas like him and Morality could even copulate. Or marry. But that was beyond the point.

Beyond the point because if he didn’t find the perfect gift in time, he would t even find out if it was possible or not.

“Forget the chocolate”

“Go with the flowers”

Logic jumped up in the air when he heard the other two speaking, Anxiety and Prince materialising next to him out of nowhere. He could only wish he knew how to do that. He was the one that least popped in in Thomas’ life and did it even less when it came to the others.

“Flowers?” Anxiety complained, raising his eyebrow and making a disgusted face. “So predictable”

“What do you suggest? You know Logic hates dogs” Prince said, hands on his waist, and Logic raised his hand to intervene, but neither of them were paying attention.

“A game, brilliant minded. A game” Anxiety complained, rolling his eyes. “We all know dad is a child when it comes to board games”

“He does not understand video games, that’s for sure” Prince agreed. “But he’s a child for everything really. Unless he’s giving a lesson”

“Oh, he gives you lessons now?” Anxiety asked, a wide smirk on his face, and Prince blushed before groaning in anger.

“You are the most perverted minded person in this household.” He growled, and then rubbed his eyes. “Why do you have to be creative in the worst way?”

“At least I’m creative. I’m not thinking about giving chocolate and flowers to my probable date on Valentine’s Day, right Logic?” The dark persona teased, still smirking. Only then Logic received the attention back on him and he sighed.

“I am not going to start a discussion with the two of you. This is the information I collected through the weeks of careful observation. There is nothing else” he said, fixing his glasses, but Anxiety rolled his eyes, annoyed.

“He needs a watch. Dad has been asking the time for all of us at least three times a day. He doesn’t have a watch. Give one to him” he said, and Logic’s eyes widened.

“How do you…”

“I pay closer attention than you think” Anxiety assured, and then shrugged. “Thank me later”

“It is a great idea” Prince agreed, and Logic smiled a bit, nodding to himself.

“Yes. Good idea” he said, biting his lip. “Now all I have to do is go out and buy the clock. Thanks!” He got up, grabbing his coat and rushing out of the door straight to the mall. “And good date!”

He was too fast to see how both sides blushed before they headed off to their own rooms.


“Prince! Anxiety!” Morality called from his room just before they could enter their own. The two personas looked at each other before walking slowly to the father’s room, getting inside to see him on the bed surrounded by paper, glue, paint, scissors and glitter. He looked up as they entered, smiling. “Hey!”

“What are you doing here?” Prince asked, a smile growing on his face. “Is this…”

“Yes. I’m making a picture book” Morality said, biting his lip. “But it’s coming harder than I thought. Could you help?”

“Are you giving that to Logic?” Anxiety asked, and the father nodded happily. “Well then you can put it in the fireplace, because he will hate it”

“Anxiety!” Prince complained, as Morality’s face fell.

“What?!” The dark persona replied. “You know I’m right. You should just buy a book about weird facts. Or any book at all. Making a picture book is a waste of time. It’s Logic. He won’t even lie saying he like it. He’s not that sensitive”

“B-but” Morality mumbled, voice breaking slightly, and Prince shushed him, shaking his head.

“Don’t listen to ruin-mood over there. He will love it! I know it. Do you need any help?” He asked, and the father sniffled, rubbing his slightly teary eyes.

“N-no. Anxiety is right. I’ll just buy a random book or whatever” he mumbled, standing up and walking inside his bathroom, leaving Prince and Anxiety alone. The royal stared at the other angrily, but Anxiety just shrugged.

“I am hurting him so he isn’t hurt by his affection”

“You’re just going up in my list, Anxiety” Prince said angrily, standing up from the bed and walking to him. “You don’t know if Logic would like it or not”

“Yes I do. I know how Logic works. He would even say he liked it, but he would lock it up in his closet and never see it again” he shrugged, walking out of the room and being followed by the royal. “Besides, that’s my duty: make sure no one embarrass themselves.”

“Your duty is making people feel bad about what they love” Prince said, coldly. Anxiety felt his chest tighten and looked at Prince angrily.

“Oh what now? That’s how I work. I can’t just be nice to everyone like you can!” He said, clearly offended and upset. “Besides, they love each other already! It’s not like they can’t just give each other a kiss and be done for”

“Damn it Anxiety, for someone that cares so much about doing everything right so there is no embarrassment involved, how can you not see that giving gifts is just as important as declaring your love for someone!” Prince said, outraged. “It’s a demonstration of how much you care about someone. Bought or handmade, expensive or cheap, good or bad, it matters not! The fact that you remembered is all that matters when the person really loves you. Obvious that Logic would prefer an encyclopaedia instead of a handmade picture book, but he would have loved it just the same. And even though you convinced Logic against the puppy or the flowers, Morality would have loved any of those just the same as a clock. You claim to know everything better than everyone because you’re scared of trying and failing, and I get it. But don’t push your fears into others. Specially those two. They deserve each other” Prince said, angrily, taking Anxiety by surprise. “Now I will try to convince Morality to make the book and you stay out of it”

As Prince left, Anxiety started to rethink what he had done, and suddenly the images came to him. The future, good and bad, in all options. The flowers, chocolate, puppy, kitten, book, encyclopaedia. And suddenly, nothing mattered anymore, because in the end, the two were always finishing up together, happier or sadder, but always in love.

‘More glitter!’ He heard Prince saying, and Morality giggles, and he sighed, walking to his room. He hated Valentine’s Day, he hated being wrong, he hated Prince being right, and he hated feeling weak like he was.

And as he entered his room, he stared at the fantasy book in his shelf, standing out from everything else, with a golden cover that shone, the present he had bough to give Prince. Now, it was no use. Prince would never want it.

He laid down on his bed and covered himself up, closing his eyes.

Sleep until the sun went away, for sure.


Prince hadn’t seen Anxiety all day, but now it was night and he was sitting on the stairs, excitedly waiting for Logic’s arrival so he could see the interactions between him and Morality. The father was waiting for the teacher on the couch, holding the handmade book and bouquet of fake flowers. He looked nervous, but happy, his feet moving to calm himself down.

Prince’s eyes widened when the door opened, and Morality jumped up, grinning widely. Then, his eyes widened as well, and Prince frowned, not being able to see Logic because of the location of the door. Morality let the bouquet and the book fall and he rushed out, bringing a soaked up Logic inside.

Only then Prince realised it was raining.

“I think I have a cold” Logic mumbled, completely soaked, and Morality shushed him, sitting him down on the couch.

“Worry not. I’ll grab some towels and make some tea” he said, taking out Logic’s tie and looking up at Prince, who in a jump rushed upstairs to Logic’s room, grabbing three towels and dry clothes before going down again.

“Here” he said, and Morality smiled, taking the clothes and towels as Logic removed his shirt and pants and was quickly wrapped around towels and dried by the father.

“What were you thinking? The time girl said it would rain in the evening” Morality said, and Logic sighed after sneezing.

“I forgot… I had to buy your present” he said, and Morality’s eyes widened. That was Prince’s cue to walk away slowly, returning to the stairs, only to realise that he wasn’t alone now. Anxiety was there as well, watching.

“Present? What present?” The father asked, and the teacher chuckled quietly.

“Your valentine present. I wanted to be your valentine, but everything went terribly wrong” he said, and then removed a case from the pants on the ground. “I saved the present, though. But the roses were destroyed”

“Oh…” Morality mumbled, taking the box and opening it. He smiled widely, taking the black clock out and giggling as he put it around his wrist. “It’s beautiful. Thank you”

“Welcome” Logic mumbled, drying his hair as Morality grabbed the book and the flowers from the floor. “What’s that?”

“Your Valentine’s Day present” he said, and Logic stared at him surprised before taking the presents in his hands and smiling shyly.

“Is this a picture book?” Logic asked, raising an eyebrow, and Morality nodded, looking at the ground. “And fake flowers?”

“Well yeah… I don’t know if you would like it but…” He started, but Logic shook his head and grinned.

“I loved it” he said, and Morality squealed contently before hugging the other tight. “Wait! I’m all wet!”

“I don’t care” the father giggled, kneeling down between Logic’s legs and grinning at him. “Will you be my valentine?”

“I already am” Logic said, rolling his eyes, and before he could react, Morality wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him hard, making Logic put his hand on the father’s waist out of instinct but quickly respond to the kiss, pulling him closer and forgetting about the fact that he was wrapped in towels while not wearing much.

Prince smiled as the two realised that, Logic blushing deeply and Morality laughing, and he then sighed romantically.

“You were right after all” anxiety muttered next to him, and Prince raised one eyebrow, looking at the persona next to him.

“Well it’s not everyday that I listen that” he said, but Anxiety just sighed, looking away. “Hey. I am sorry too. I didn’t mean to let it all out like that”

“No, you were right” he said, rubbing his eyes. “I was being an asshole, as usual. I should have just let them be”

“Oh shush it you. No time for self pity” Prince said, and then slowly took a small box from his pocket. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Jason toddler” he teased, giving it to Anxiety, making his eyes widen. “I really liked that nickname”

“I see…” Anxiety muttered, taking the box and opening it slowly, before a small smile creeped up his lips. “Eyeshadow? Really Roman?”

“You never call me by my name” Prince gasped, and smirked. “Does that mean you like me now?”

“Nah” Anxiety said, and then sighed, taking out the book from behind him. “I bought something for you too”

“Is this a fantasy book?” Prince asked, eyes wide as he took the book in hands and opened it. “It’s the fantasy book…”

“Well I…” Anxiety muttered, but Prince shook his head, leaning forward and giving him a tight hug.

“I loved it. Thank you” he said, smiling widely and pulling back, only to be held by Anxiety, the dark persona holding onto his clothes. “Anxiety..?”

No more could have been said. Anxiety swallowed his pride and his fears and moved in, pressing his lips to Prince’s in a quick, chaste kiss - very unlike Morality’s - before jumping up and rushing upstairs to his room, leaving a confused, blushing prince behind.

“Geez Prince, the bell really rang in your midnight ball” Morality said, smiling from under the stairs, while Logic chuckled.

“Your carriage finally became pumpkin hun? How are you feeling?” Logic asked, and Prince stared at them confused and embarrassed.

“What just happened?” He asked, shakily, and the other two chuckled deeply.

“Your date just ran away to, let me quote, 'hide under the covers until the sun goes away’” Logic said, smiling in the most relaxed way Prince had ever seen.

“And you should go after him” Morality nodded, grinning. “Because that’s what good dates do”

“I… Well…” Prince mumbled, and then stood up. “Okay” he took a deep breath. “Good night for you two”

“Thanks!” Morality smiled.

“We will” Logic assured, smiling, and Prince smiled back, before rushing up to Anxiety’s room, knocking on the door.

“Go away Ana” Anxiety growled from inside, and Prince couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, still holding the book that was given to him.

“I don’t want to build a snowman, Ann” he said, rolling his eyes and then looking at the door handle. “It’s not locked. You don’t have a lock”

“Well then come in uninvited. We have already discussed the whole consent thing” anxiety replied, but Prince only smirked.

“I didn’t consent for the kiss you gave me” he teased, and Anxiety growled, making him giggle as he opened the door. “Really though, no harm done” he said as he entered the dark room. In the bed, there was a lump under the covers, and Prince closed the door before walking to the bed and sitting next to the lump. “Talk to me Ann”

“I’m mute, like Ariel” Anxiety mumbled, shuffling away from Prince. “Leave me alone”

“Learn sign language. I know it” Prince said, and then slowly moved one hand up to the covers, pulling them down slowly to reveal a very shaken Anxiety, blushing deeply with tears on his eyes. The royal frowned, worried, and stared at him. “Ann, why are you crying?”

“I’m not” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes and destroying his make up. His voice was even for someone as upset as him. “What do you want?”

“Talk, perhaps? You did kiss me down there you know? I wasn’t expecting that” he said, smiling, but Anxiety just huffed.

“I wasn’t expecting a valentine gift either and here we are” he mumbled, and Prince sighed before laying down next to Anxiety and placing his hand on the other’s waist, over the blankets. Anxiety froze at the touch, before making himself relax. “Prince, what are you doing?”

“Well… What I should have done long ago, I guess” he said, before moving a bit closer and pressing their noses together. “Happy Valerinetine’s Day” he teased, before moving forward and kissing Anxiety, pulling him closer by his waist and wrapping the arm around him.

Anxiety took no second to answer the kiss, pressing closer and kissing back while putting his hands over Prince’s cheek, his body melting at the contact.


“Well, everything worked out in the end” Logic said, his arm around Morality’s waist as they watched them through a small crack on the door. Morality nodded, grinning, and turned to his date, who was now dressed up again in his usual attire.

“Let’s make dinner” he said, grabbing Logic’s hand and pulling him downstairs with a giggle.

Welp, Valentine’s Day for the win, he guessed.

Fate, Misunderstood- A Remus Lupin Imagine (Part 1)

A/N: Sorry this wasn’t up sooner. I don’t know if I really like it all that much, so I’m sorry for that too. Hope you enjoy, lovelies. 

Request from Anon: would you please write some remus x reader where sirius meets reader in one of his classes and starts talking to her because he knows remus has a crush on her and he wants to help them but remus thinks that the girl has a crush on sirius so its all a big misunderstanding

Originally posted by lilpieceofmyworld

Remus didn’t believe in fate.

He thought it to be too cruel of a concept for people. If fate existed, that means that it was set for him to be cursed as a monster. It was set that there would be a war. It was set that life was harsh and filled with pain. No, Remus refused to believe in fate. Bad things happen to good people, and people make wrong choices. He had convinced himself of this at a very young age; and with the war approaching quickly, it was not difficult to support his claims.

Until he saw you.

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Twisted In Love (D.T) Part 3

Summary:  Y/N is an up and coming YouTuber. Grayson falls in love with her, and wants her to be his. Little did he know that his twin brother Ethan had the same idea. Who will win her heart? Who’s heart will get broken?

Word Count: 3,691

Warning: Smut.

A/N: Team Ethan or Team Grayson?

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* * Times Skip - 3 Months * *

Reader’s POV

It’s been three months since Ethan asked me to be his girlfriend at the pizza place. Things between us were going pretty well. The fans were starting to accept our relationship, so the hate started to die down a little. Ethan and Grayson were back to normal. There was no more tension between them, which was a relief. Grayson and I on the other hand, we weren’t really on speaking terms. He still hasn’t spoken to me since what happened. He still hasn’t forgiven me. I mean I guess I can’t really blame him. He was dating Tana Mongeau now. That trashy YouTuber. Yeah I said it! I honestly don’t know what he sees in her. I didn’t even know he was into those kind of girls. I mean he seems happy, so I’m happy for him I guess.

I was in my room writing down some ideas for next weeks video. My YouTube channel literally blew up over night. Three months ago, I had about 197,000 subscribers, now I’m a couple hundred subscribers away from 1 million! It obviously had a lot to do with the boys shouting me out on Twitter, when they first saw my channel. I was now verified on Twitter, which is fucking crazy! I got invited to Playlist Live in Orlando next weekend! How did so much happen in 3 months? I’m more than grateful for all of this. There was so much love and support from the fans, but with all that love and support, comes a lot of hate. Some fans would say how I used the boys to help boost my YouTube career. I knew that wasn’t true, the guys knew it wasn’t true, but it was still hard to hear. The guys found my channel. They decided to shout me out, they wanted to film a collab, I didn’t make them do any of that. I mean yes of course them doing all that had a big play in where I am with my career now, but I didn’t use them. 

I was laying in my bed scrolling through Twitter, when Ethan called me. A smile crept upon my face before I answered.

“Hey!” I said!

“What are you up too?” Ethan asked, before I heard a car door closing.

“Nothing much, trying to come up with some ideas for the new video.” I said, scribbling random shapes onto my notebook.

“How’s that coming along?” he asked.

“It’s not. I’m one of those creators block, or whatever you call it. What are you doing?” I asked changing the subject.

He laughed slightly before speaking again. “ Well I’m on my way home right now, but how about we go get some ice cream, and I can help you come up with an idea for the video?” 

“That sounds like a great idea! I’ll get ready and meet you at your place.” I said, closing up my notebook. 

“Sounds good. I’ll see you soon babe.” Ethan said before hanging up.

I stayed in a bed for a few more minutes looking through some tweets, when I noticed the trends. #GrayanaIsOverParty was trending number 1 (Grayana is Tana & Grayson ship name, gross!) Why is this trending? I thought to myself. I clicked on the hashtag, and all I saw were fans calling Tana a hoe, and a slut. I mean that’s nothing new, but I was confused as to way they were saying this. I scrolled a little more, and there was a link to a video. I clicked the link and it took me to Kian’s and JC’s channel. It was a video called “Sexual Spin The Bottle” and Tana was in the thumbnail. It was almost impossible not to cringe watching this video. After watching the video, I decided to go look at her Twitter. Why not? Her last tweet was an hour ago. 

@tanamongeau: When your bf doesn’t like the new YouTube video so he breaks up with you. Oops 

What a bitch.

* * * *

I was in the bathroom finishing up getting ready, so I could go meet Ethan at his apartment. I was brushing my hair, when my Twitter notification had gone off. I walked over to the night stand to check. Looks like Grayson had just posted a new tweet. I’ve always had his, and Ethan’s notifications on. I guess I just never remembered to cut it off. 

@GraysonDolan: Positive Vibes.

I stomach dropped a little thinking about how Grayson must’ve been feeling about the video, and the whole situation. I wanted to reach out and see if he was ok, but I knew I shouldn’t. He wasn’t going to respond to me anyway. I liked and retweeted the tweet, before closing out of the app locking my phone.

I finished brushing my hair, and grabbed my wallet, and my keys of the bed before heading out.

* * * * 

I was outside Ethan’s apartment. I texted him letting him know I was here, but I don’t know what’s taking him so long to open the door. I held up my fist to knock again but the door opened, revealing Grayson.  

“Ethan’s in the shower.” Grayson said coldly, moving out the door way and into the kitchen.

It was like he could careless if I was there. I hate this. I miss him. Before all of this, he was my friend. Can I at least have my friend back? I walked over to the kitchen, and stood by the counter. Grayson was sitting at the dining table, eating some In n Out. I’m pretty sure he knew I was standing there, but he just wanted to be an ass and ignore me. I wanted to ask him if he was okay. I wanted to just talk to him. So I did.

“I heard about what happened with Tana…” I said. He took a sip from his drink, and looked at me with side eyes.

“You didn’t deserve that. You don’t deserve to be made a fool of li-”

“You would know about making someone look like a fool. Don’t you Y/N?” he interrupted me.

Okay, seriously? Why is he being such a jerk? I get that I made him look stupid, but I apologized so many times. He knows how bad I feel about it, so can’t he just let it go? Its been 3 months already!

“Okay, I get you’re still mad but that doesn’t mean you can keep being a dick to me! If you can drop what happened with Ethan, why can’t you drop it with me? We both started dating other people. I’m sorry your relationship with Tana Mongoose didn’t work out. But I had feelings for you Grayson, I did! I tried to reach out. Hell I even went over to see you. I wanted to try and talk to you. But I show up, and you got Tana’s legs spread out in the fucking air, screaming your fucking name! …” I paused. The memory of that moment came flooding back in my brain. I honestly wanted to throw up.

“Look Grayson, I get it okay?” my voice a little calmer.

“It was just so overwhelming to see you guys fight like that. I felt awful knowing that I was the reason. But you need to understand where I was coming from when I didn’t want to make a choice. I thought what I did was the right thing to do. I didn’t want to have to choose between you guys… I couldn’t!”

“But you did choose!” he said, his voice a little louder than before.

I wanted to say something, but before I could Ethan entered the room.

“You ready babe?” Ethan asked, wrapping his hands around my waist. I saw Grayson get up from the dining table, and walked towards his room.

“Yeah, lets go.” I said, with a half smile. 

* * * *

We were sitting outside the fro-yo place eating frozen yogurt, and talking about some ideas for my videos. Ethan was talking about doing a couple’s tag, but to be completely honest, I wasn’t really paying attention. My mind was still stuck on that awkward moment between Grayson and I. “But you did choose.” what he said kept replaying itself in my head. Grayson was right, I did choose. I chose Ethan. I was happy with the choice I made. I was happy with him. So why do I am I starting to feel like I made the wrong choice. 

“Babe!”

“Babe!”

“Y/N!” Ethan said loudly, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“You haven’t said much since we sat down.”

“Yeah, sorry. I’m not really feeling good.” I lied. There was nothing wrong with me. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell Ethan I was thinking about his twin brother. 

“Want me to take you home?” he said, giving me a worried look and I nodded.

Ethan and I arrived at my apartment. He walked me upstairs, wanting to make sure I was okay before leaving. I wasn’t even sick, so I felt bad that he was worrying so much. He offered to stay for a while, but I wanted to soak in the bath, and be alone.

“Ethan, I’m fine! I’m just grabbing some water, and I’m going to go take a bath. We can FaceTime whenever you get home.” I said, giving him a kiss on the lips. He pulled away, and said the three words I was not expecting him to say.

“I love you.” he said, as he moved a strain of hair behind my ear. 

Ethan Dolan just told me he loves me. Why am I standing here like an idiot? Say it back you idiot!

“Ethan. I-I l-”  I wanted to say it back, I tried to say it back. But nothing came out. I just stood there like a deer in headlights.

“Y/N it’s okay. I’m not expecting you to say it back. I just wanted you to know how I felt. Whenever you’re ready babe!” he said, kissing me on the forehead.

“I’ll call you later.” he said, walking out the door of my apartment.

* * * *

Grayson’s POV

I was laying on the couch, scrolling through Twitter on my phone. Thought I’d follow, and DM some fans back. I was scrolling through my notifications, I saw that Y/N liked and retweeted one of my tweets from earlier. I wonder if she still had my post notifications on. I couldn’t help but smile a little at the thought. Remembering when she first told me that. She was so embarrassed, she turned as red as a tomato. My thoughts went back to the somewhat of a conversation we had earlier. That was the most we’ve spoken in months. I just don’t know why she chose Ethan over me. It was me she had the “celebrity crush” on. She liked me. I liked her. We would’ve been perfect together.

I heard the front door open. It was probably Ethan and Y/N coming back from their date. The door opened revealing just Ethan. Y/N wasn’t with him. 

“Yo.” I said, as he entered the living room.

“Yo!” he responded back, giving me a head nod.

“Where’s Y/N?” I asked, curious.

“She wasn’t feeling good, so I took her home.” he said before walking into his bedroom.

We were currently in his room, working on editing the video for next week. It didn’t take us long, because I had already did half of it while Ethan was out. Ethan told me he was gonna FaceTime Y/N, so I went back to my room.

It was 11:45 pm. I was laying in bed, and I could hear Ethan talking to Y/N in the living room. He seriously couldn’t sit in his room, close the door and talk to her? I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t bitter about the whole thing. She was suppose to be my girl. Not his. If it wasn’t for Ethan, coming into the situation, she would’ve been mine. We would be the ones on face-timing right now. Not them. He just had to slide into her DMs even after knowing that I wanted to talk to her! Than on top of that he tried to lie, and hide it! I threw my phone across the room, feeling pissed off at Ethan all over again.

I threw on a white t-shirt, and some black Adidas sweats. I ran my fingers through my hair, before putting on my snapback. I picked up my phone from the floor, and grabbed my keys. I told Ethan I was heading out, before slamming the apartment door shut.

* * * *

I stood in front of her apartment door for what felt like hours, but its only been a few minutes. What am I doing here? Why am I even here? I don’t know, but I just needed to see her.

My hands formed a fist, as I knocked against the hard wood of the door. I knocked a few more times, and I could faintly hear someone talking from the other side.

“E, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Y/N said. I’m guessing she hung up because not long after that, the door opened.

“Grayson?” 

“What are you doing here?” she asked, slightly confused. She stepped to the side, letting me in and closing the door behind us.

“I heard Ethan say you weren’t feeling good, so I just wanted to see if you were okay.” I said, standing in the middle of the living room.

“You can sit down you know?” she said sitting down on her couch. 

“And I’m not sick. I just told E that, so he would take me home.” she said, nibbling her bottom lip. A habit of hers I’ve picked up on pretty quickly. She usually does it when she’s feeling bad or guilty about something. 

“Why’d you do that?” I asked, sitting on the couch next to her.

“I don’t know.” her voice was at a whisper. She was fiddling with the ends of her sleeves. I can tell she was lying. She did know why, she just didn’t want to tell me.

We talked for a bit, catching up with what’s been happening with our lives. I congratulated her on hitting 1 Million subscribers on YouTube. I was honestly so proud of her. I just wish I could’ve been a part of all her great achievements. I was too busy being mad at Y/N for what she did, and in spite I started dating some blonde bimbo, trying to get over her. But I never did. My feelings for her never went away. No matter how much I tried to act like I didn’t care, I always have. I was such  prideful person, that I didn’t want to admit it. When Ethan started dating her, words couldn’t even explain how much that hurt me. But I still kept that “I don’t care” attitude going. Even though deep down I knew we belonged together. I don’t want to be that prideful person anymore. I don’t want to lie about my feelings anymore. I need to tell her

“I love you Y/N!” I said, cutting her off. 

“Wh-What did you just say? she asked, standing up from the couch looking at me.

“I said I lo-” I tried to speak but she cut me off.

“No! Shut up!” she yelled at me.

“Why would you do that? You can’t… You can’t just randomly come here, and tell me you love me Grayson! You can’t do that! Especially when I’m dating your brother! For fuck sake, I love you too, but I’m with your bro-” I didn’t let her finish. 

I grabbed the sides of her cheeks and crashed my lips onto hers. She kissed me back, but trying her hardest to keep her arms at her side. Her arms found their way around my neck. I smile into the kiss as I felt her wrapping her arms tighter. Our lips were moving in sync, my hands trailed down her waist. I rested them on the small of her back, pulling her body closer against mine. Her chest against mine, as I could feel my heart beat out of my chest. 

I pulled away from our kiss, and rest my forehead on top of hers. My eyes meeting her beautiful brown ones. My hands found her butt giving it a playful squeeze.

“Jump.” I whispered, before connecting my lips on her soft plump ones.

She jumps wrapping her legs around my waist, as I continue to kiss her intensely. Without breaking the kiss I carry her into her bedroom, and set her down on the set. She takes the collar of my shirt, and pulls me down on top on her. I moved my hands along her sides, stopping at the bottom of her shirt. I pulled her shirt up slowing revealing her stomach. She arched her back, so I could continue removing her shirt. I stopped kissing her for a quick second to pull the shirt over her head, and tossing it on the floor. Her hands made way under my shirt, running her hands up and down my back. She grabbed the trim of my shirt, I pulled my body away from her letting drag off my shirt one arm at a time, than tugging it off my head. I reconnected my lips onto hers, licking her bottom lip for entrance. She parted her lips letting me in, and our kiss deepened.

I moved my hands down slowly, my fingers meeting the waist of her shorts, and slowly pulled them down her legs. I bent down kissing her most private part through her red lace panties, as I run my hands down the back of her legs. She shivered slightly, and I glance up seeing her smiling down at me. I gave her a smirk, as I slid her panties down, tossing them on the floor with her shorts. 

I stood at the end of the bed, pulling down my sweats, and boxers, kicking them off to the side. Not once did my eyes leave her. She looked so beautiful laying there waiting for me. A part of me was feeling really bad for doing this to Ethan, but a part of me didn’t really care. As harsh as that sounds, I didn’t. He knew how I felt about Y/N. But he still decided to go after her. I know I say it a lot, but she belongs with me. And tonight I’m going to show her just how much I want her. 

I grabbed her ankles, and pulled her towards the end of the bed. I climbed on top of her, grabbing her hands, raising them over her head, and locking her fingers with mine.

“Want me to show you who the better twin is? I asked, planting wet kisses up and down her neck. 

“I’m gonna make you feel better than Ethan ever could.” I whispered against her lips.

“Ethan and I… We never… We never had sex…” she said. Her eyes locking on mine.

What? Her and Ethan never had sex? Why? I mean obviously that’s a good thing, but why the hell didn’t he want to tap that ass? Maybe he did? Maybe she didn’t want to have sex with him? I don’t know, but the thought of Y/N never even being touched by my brother turned me on 10 times more. She’s mine. All mine. 

“Mmm.” she hummed, as I pushed my dick into her slowly, not wanting to hurt her. 

Her eyes locked on mine, as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I had her hands in mine, still resting over her head. I was dominantly her physically, but emotionally, she had me at her mercy. I started picking up my pace moving in and out of her body. My eyes never leaving hers. I could feel Y/N digging her nails into my back. But I didn’t mind. That just means I was doing my job. 

“Fuck! Grayson!” she screamed out, as I began to thrust deeper into her. 

I could see her face start to flush, and I felt her body tighten around me. She was close, and I was too. I can feel myself creeping closer and closer into the edge of an orgasm. I started to move faster, and harder.

“G-Grayson, I’m about to cum!” she moaned.

“Cum for me Y/N!” I groaned, pumping my entire length inside her.

“F-fuck!” she half moaned, and half screamed. I continued stroking deeper and faster strokes, until I felt our bodies trembling against each other, and we both came together. 

I rolled over on my side, pulling her naked body close to mind. 

“What did we just do?” she asked. Tracing circles into my bare chest.

I didn’t say anything. We both knew exactly what we did. Y/N just cheated on Ethan, and I just had sex with his girlfriend. Probably by far the most shittiest thing I’ve done. 

“I love you Gray.” Y/N said.

A little taken back at the fact that she just told me she loves me. But I didn’t question her about it. I knew she meant it. I just knew. 

“I love you too babygirl.” I said as I placed a kiss on her forehead. I pulled her closer, and held her tighter against me. 

How can something be so wrong, but feel so right?

it’s your friendly neighborhood high schooler with an english project

Hello!! So I have an English project about discrimination (due July 6, 2017), and for my project I wrote a song about discrimination, and I’m making a music video for it. For the music video I need to interview people about their thoughts on and experiences with discrimination. 

Here’s what I’m asking you to do: 

I need you (if you can) to submit a video to this blog by June 4th, 2017 of you answering the questions below. The video does NOT have to include your face; I understand there’s privacy concerns and just general sketchiness when it comes to internet people asking for you to send a video of you, so it could be your silhouette or you could blur out your face or something. Please film the video in this format: 

1. Introduce yourself! I don’t need real names, so you can call yourself whatever the hell you want, or you can use your first name and a random last name. 

2. Answer the following questions

Also, if you could look slightly off camera so that way it looks like I’m interviewing you that would be super helpful lol. 

If you can do this, I’d really appreciate the help!! This project is 120 points and I really want this to be the best it can be to get that A. If you can’t submit a video to me, then please reblog this post to spread the word! Thank you so much!

A-Z NSFW: Doyoung

Originally posted by taesyong

Disclaimer: I couldn’t find the original poster this came from, but I got this from philanddanxreader, I didn’t come up with this.

A = Aftercare 
Our little bunny is the sweetest ever, Doyoung can’t rest without knowing you’re okay afterwards. I feel like Doyoung’s aftercare is being very adamant about you coming to join him in the bath for a very innocent session of getting clean and relaxing your muscles in the warm water.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 
Doyoung’s hands are so pretty y’all…he favors his hands, mostly because he has a habit of just barely trailing his fingers over your skin, and he watches how you react to his touch; whimpering, squirming, panting lightly. He loves how the lightest of touch can have you literally in the palm of his hand. On you, it’s your thighs, mainly because he’s grabby in the bed and it’s not uncommon to find marks from his fingers the next morning. There’s just something about the soft skin beneath his fingers, and so easily being able to leave his mark there, he loves it.

C = Cum 
I think he’s kind of conscious about cumming, he doesn’t really like making a mess with it. If he’s not wearing a rubber #RubberUpForDan he tries his best to make sure it’s on your tummy or somewhere he can easily clean you up. Last thing he wants to do is have to strip the bed and wash the sheets before he can flop back down and cuddle with you.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 
Doyoung doesn’t keep much from you, you two have a very open and honest relationship. But generally, when you’re sleeping beside the person you’re having a wet dream about, and have to get up to change your underwear because you came in your sleep, that’s normally something you keep to yourself.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
I don’t think Doyoung is very experience, but I think he knows way too much. I feel like he’d be one of the cases when after you have sex and he drops the ball that it’s the first time he’s done it, it just kind of slaps you in the face like bitch what? Plus, honestly I think Johnny has told all of them too goddamn much anyways, Doyoung certainly knows what he’s doing, he just needs to put it to the test…

F = Favorite position
I feel like he’s a fairly cuddly bunbun, so I get the feeling that his favorite is probably spooning. He can hold you, touch you, it’s fairly comfortable, and it gets the job done.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Listen…the boy’s a good actor, had Taeyong lookin like a chump for falling for his ‘I’m so sick’ act, so at the very least, he can put his playful ways away when you’re in the bedroom. I think he’s a good mix though, it’s about 50/50 that’s he’s serious and intense, or he can just as easily be the cute, happy lil Doyoung we know.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
I think he’s fairly clean…I have nothing to say to prove my theory, I can’t find a picture of his tummy to check his happy trail for some reason, but he just doesn’t give me a vibe of a guy that doesn’t keep his junk tamed.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Doyoung is another ‘movie romance’ boy, he’s finds the whole act tedious, he knows you love him, he knows you know he loves you, there’s not really a point in doing the whole romance thing. He’ll certainly go all out for your birthday, or if you’re celebrating something, but besides that, he’s sure that cuddling you and cooing about how much he adores you and is lucky to have you gets the job done just as well as a fire hazard of candles.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)
Jerking off isn’t something on his list at most cases, he doesn’t have a crazy hormone drive, he’s pretty far past the random boners part of his life. So 99% of the time, whatever slightly got him going, he carries it in the spank bank for when he next sees you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Like I said, marking is kind of his thing, but specifically on your thighs. He’s not much a marker where people can see it, i.e. neck. Even though he knows it’d never happen, Doyoung had the image one day of someone trying to hit you up, and seeing his marks completely covering your upper thighs and hips and just knowing you were someone else’s and he really liked that idea. So subconsciously(or not) he marks the hell out of your hips and upper thighs, covering them in his finger prints, hickies, little love bites, the works. They’re hidden beneath your bottoms but he knows they’re there. You know they’re there. And that’s the fun part; it’s your guys’ little secret.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Because he likes do go for multiple rounds, the safest and most comfortable place is obviously the bedroom, so he doesn’t stray much from there. A handful of times he’d be too lazy or excited to make it to the bedroom and just bends you over the kitchen counter. Aside from the rare occasion he can’t get to the bedroom, bedroom is the norm for him.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Your relationship is pretty open, with each other there’s no secrets or hiding, if you want something, say it. But typically every time you two have sex, starts off with a make out session, your hands in his hair, bodies pressed against one another. Not just a kiss, and he knows the make out is only the start of a very long night.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
One of the things he made very apparent when you got together and started being sexual, is that he doesn’t want it to leave the house. There’s no way to talk him into sex in any public place, even if you’re behind a locked door, he just can’t and won’t do it. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Like I said, foreplay is arguably Doyoung’s favorite part of sex, he loves getting you worked up and ready for him with his long fingers and talented tongue. He cums kind of quick-ish, so unless it’s just a blowjob and sex isn’t what you’re getting up to, he normally opts out for just a handjob, he’s much more into pleasing you than anything.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
I think Doyoung is actually pretty fast, not rough, it’s oddly gentle and loving, just a really quick pace. But his hands are the opposite, so while he’s pounding for all it’s worth, his hands are very softly trailing over your body, grasping you, touching between your legs, it’s a perfect fix of insanity and peace.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He’s quite a spazz with sex, it’s on a whim and kind of fast. That being said, he makes up for that with foreplay, Doyoung’s not happy if he has to bypass the fun of foreplay, he’s not a fan of quickies. If it’s right before you have to leave, he literally spends the whole time you could have been fucking, wondering if it’s worth it since his favorite part will have to be skipped. You can count the amount of times you’ve had quickies on one hand, it’s a very rare occurrence. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
I think he’s a pretty standard guy in the bedroom, I don’t think his imagination strays further than “basic” sex acts, if it involves having to get a chair, he’s never heard of it, let alone thought of it. I don’t think he’d turn away the idea, maybe get him one of those ‘try a new sex position every night’ type of books, he’ll try to keep up. But you’d have to be the one to propose the new things, Doyoung isn’t going to.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
I need to stop with thinking he’s a goddamn rabbit, but I can’t resist, the boy fucks like a rabbit, he’s very erratic and can just roll into another round with barely a few minute pause to catch your breath. Once he’s actually in you, I don’t think he last that long, just a few minutes, but he’s quickly regenerated and ready to go before you can think again.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
His hands are his favorite toys to use on you, Doyoung isn’t the biggest fan of toys, they could never touch the spots in you his fingers can, so really he just thinks they’re lacking and don’t think they’re worth spending money on for the maybe 3 times you’ll use them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Aside from messing with you with his fingers, building the mood, or foreplay, he’s not a very big tease. A few times he’s feeling exceptionally naughty and teases you for an hour straight until you’re a mess of begging and pleading, but on the norm he complies easily when you tell him to stop and that you want him now. He doesn’t hold out when you desire him so much.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Doyoung has some top notch vocals, I’ll fight anyone that says otherwise. We know a singer like that won’t be quiet in the bed, he’s a full blown moaner, it’d be a wonder if he can breath a word between them, he just falls head into the pleasure and it just sounds like a masterpiece. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Your first time together was the stereotypical oh we’re joking around, ahaha we’re laughing, oops you’re on top of me lol oh…is that a boner… shit you see in movies. You were having a relatively healthy lunch with vegetables and the whole shabang, and when you see Doyoung nibbling on a carrot, how could you resist bringing up the bunny joke? That lead to him tickling you in retaliation, that led to him pinning you down, and a very unceremonial, “so uh…you wanna do it…”

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Why do I ask my Nana about thisNana said because he’s kinda thin and lanky, that his dick matches i fucking can’t He’s longer than the average, but he’s on the thinner side of the spectrum.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
I thing Doyoung has a pretty steady sex drive, not crazy above or below average. He has moments every once in a while where it spikes up a bit, and you spend the weekend cooped up in the bedroom, but on the norm, it’s pretty tamed and leveled.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I feel like Doyoung is a snuggler, he likes that contact y’all. He’s ready to curl up with you and sleep as soon as you’re calmed down and clean, he’s really out like a light.

anonymous asked:

Mtmte rodimus, Megatron, tfp optimus prime, ratchet, and g1 perceptor bot S/o having a spark problem. Every time their s/o thinks their gonna die they hug, kiss, and tell them "I love you". Sorry if this is a bit dark for you

I read a thing like this on Pinterest the other day! Don’t worry about darkness, this isn’t as dark as other stuff I wrote in the past :3

(Dark content ahead, angst warning!)

~MTMTE:
Rodimus:
-At first he thinks it’s absolutely sweet and gives you all these passionate kisses and long hugs and returns every “I love you” just as lovingly
-He eventually gets annoyed with it because he doesn’t realize why you do this. He shoves you away from him and rolls his optics “yeah, yeah, I love you too. Stop being so clingy, will ya’?”
-After he does that for about a week, you kind of stop doing it and get hit by the most painful chest pain in the entire universe, luckily you two just so happen to be in the medbay talking to Ratchet and he sees you clutching your chest and rushes to action saving you
-While you’re in your berth resting, Ratchet tells Rodimus about you and your spark condition and he feels absolutely awful for not knowing and even worse for being so rude when you did that all week.
-He climbs in the berth next to you and cuddles you holding you close to him while whispering “I love you” repeatedly to make up for all the ones he didn’t say meaningfully earlier

Megatron:
-He feels so grateful to have such a kind s/o who gives him all these hugs and kisses and “I love you"s on the daily, but he does find it odd how often and random they are
-He never gets annoyed with you for them, occasionally he will slightly scold you for doing it in front of others but other than than that he lets you give him all the love you can
-He one day goes down to the medbay to ask someone something and sees you getting checked out
-He doesn’t confront you there, he doesn’t want to accidentally make whatever it is worse, but when you get back to your habsuite, he’s waiting for you
-When you tell him, he goes quiet and just hugs you in his arms
-Whenever you do it again whether in public or not, he hugs you back telling you he loves you too while praying that this isn’t it, don’t leave him

~Prime:
Optimus Prime:
-He likes the attention, but please not in front of the team
-He does have a suspicion because he can tell the random hugs and kisses and “I love you"s are so unpredictable
-He asks Ratchet about it after you have a check up. Ratchet is surprised, "you mean… you don’t know?”
-Once Ratchet tells him, Optimus goes up to you and hugs you tight and tells you how much he loves you
-He doesn’t tell you he knows, he’s waiting for you to tell him

Ratchet:
-He’s always busy so he brushes them off as you trying to catch his attention
-You constantly hear him say, “Yes, yes, I love you too.”
-One day he’s doing check ups and he realizes you have a spark condition
-He apologizes for being so cold, he didn’t know and wishes he knew because he would’ve been looking for a cure
-He never skips out on hugs (or letting you hug his waist because he does get busy) and is going to find you a cure. You have his word

~G1:
Perceptor:
-He isn’t very into you hugging and kissing while he’s working and kind of frowns upon you doing it, but if you tell him you love him, he always answers back even when you don’t think he’s listening
-What you don’t realize is he’s taking notes of every time you said “I love you” to him, he likes looking back at the amount but he’s starting to see a pattern
-He shows his notes to Ratchet and Wheeljack who just look at him sadly before breaking it to him that that’s your way of saying goodbye if you… cease
-Perceptor is horrified and upset no one told him sooner and locks himself away in his lab
-When you find him, he has all this research and theories but no cure… he then turns to you bending down a bit lower to hug you placing his audio to your chest to listen to your sparkbeat

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this show normally never makes me cry except that 1 episode in season 7, but god dammit Berens got me TWICE I’m disowning him

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anonymous asked:

So I was wondering if it'd be possible for you to write something about that Miraculous Ladybug au?? 💕💞 I just loved it and i love your writing! 🐱🐞 Just thinking about "Chat Noir" trying to flirt with Gon makes me laugh

Anon, you read my mind.

BEFORE YOU READ THIS, check out this fantastic artwork by the incredibly talented and wonderful @emthimofnight! It has all the info about this au, plus emthimofnight’s artwork is an absolute joy and gift to mankind so you should just check it out anyway?

Miraculous Ladybug au, featuring mutually-crushing Killua as Chat Noir and Gon as Gon (who is secretly Ladybug)! Enjoy~

(part two can be read here!) (and part three is here!)


It was almost awkward being in this room- a bedroom he’d practically lived in for his entire life, a bedroom he knew better than his own room back in his family’s stuffed up mansion- because despite the fact that this room belonged to his best lifelong friend, Killua had never been in here like this before.

In a black cat suit.

With cat ears and a matching tail.

As Chat Noir.

“I know it’s nothing fancy, but it’s all my aunt can afford this deep into the city,” Gon said, sounding almost apologetic. Killua glanced at the other teen to see him nervously rubbing the back of his neck, skin tone a shade darker than usual. Was Gon embarrassed?

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Water Effect Tutorial

Someone was wondering how I painted in the water effect on my latest mask, so I figured I’d make a quick tutorial on it. The process is surprisingly simple, it only takes three colors and two kinds of brush to pull off.

First off you want a nice base coat of your darker blue, then follow it up with your light blue making fairly squiggly lines in blob shapes.

You don’t have to worry about keeping a consistent weight to your strokes, since we’re looking for that fading effect anyway. After this you go back over the whole thing with your darker blue again, but watered down a bit. Again, no need to put on an even coat.

After this you go over with your light blue again and brighten up random areas of your lines, this time consistency is important, as you want the brighter areas to fade into the slightly darker light blue. I tend to favor intersections, but you can do whatever you feel most comfortable with.

Lastly (and you can honestly skip this step if you really want to, it’s pretty minor), take some watered down white and go back over the lightest areas on your lines to make them pop out a little bit more.

This is one of those effects where the hardest part is just the repetition of the pattern across a large area, put with a bit of patience you get some pretty decent looking water ripples.

NHL 17: Relationship Killer (Dylan Larkin)

Anonymous said:

A Dylan Larkin Imagine with #48?

#48: “Come inside, I’m sorry.” - “Not until you apologize.” - “I just said I’m freaking sorry.”

Word count:1002

Originally posted by murlin09


It seemed like it always ended up like this. Dylan loved NHL 17 with a passion. Sometimes you had the sneaking suspicion that Dylan loved NHL 17 more than he loved you. Both his favorite and least favorite thing about NHL 17 was when you played it with him. You, however hated playing NHL 17 with Dylan. It’s not that you were bad at the game; you were actually pretty good at it. Dylan, however, was one of the worst sore losers you had ever met.

It’s not like he pretended to be a little bit mad so that you would feel bad for him; oh no, when Dylan lost, he got pissed. He wouldn’t talk to you, wouldn’t talk to anyone, actually. His reactions to a video game, in turn, pissed you off too. The routine went the same way every time; Dylan would beg you to play, you would repeatedly say no until those gorgeous eyes would look you dead center, you would play, the game would usually end with you winning by a couple and then Dylan wouldn’t talk to you for the rest of the night.

Sometimes, if you were just not in the mood to listen to Dylan whine, you would let him win. Of course, he would claim that you were going easy on him, which you totally were, which in turn would start another fight.

Needless to say, you hated NHL 17 with a passion.

But Dylan, of course, never seemed to see the error of his ways.

“Babe! Wanna play?” He peeks his head into the kitchen and asks. You look up from your laptop and groan.

“Dylan, I thought we agreed that we were never gonna play NHL 17 together again.”

“But I’ve been practicing! I think I finally know how you’re cheating.” You laugh.

“‘Cheating?’ I don’t cheat at that game.” Dylan raises his eyebrows.

“Oh really? Then why are you always hitting all of the buttons in a not-so random order?”

“Because that’s how you score a goal.” You tell him.

“Whatever! Just play me.”

“No.”

“Do it.”

“Stop.”

“Do it.” 

“I’m literally going to hit you with a controller.”

“Please?” You glance at Dylan and realize that you’ve made your fatal mistake. His lower lip is jutted out just slightly as he looks at you, fluttering his eyelashes dramatically. You groan, shutting your laptop.

“You really suck, y’know that?” Dylan nods.

“You still love me though.” You sigh.

“Yeah. You’re not gonna love me so much after tonight, though.” And so Dylan drags you to the couch reluctantly, where the ‘Relationship Killer’ awaits.


The game goes just like you expected. Dylan’s obviously been practicing, something that makes you laugh. (“maybe if you didn’t spend all your time playing this game you would’ve made the All-Star game.’) He actually puts up a pretty good fight, and the game goes into overtime. Neither of you can get a solid shot off in OT, which then sends the game to a shootout. You shut Dylan out in the shootout, winning the game 6-5. You turn to Dylan, who’s staring at the screen, jaw clenched.

“Dylan? What did I say was gonna happen if we played?” You ask cheekily. Dylan gets up and roughly shuts the game off, slamming his controller down. “Dylan!” You scold. Dylan, however, is just getting fired up. He stalks around the kitchen, not really sure what he wants to wreck yet. You follow meekly behind him, making sure that things don’t get too out of hand. Luckily, he turns right around and heads for the door.

“Where are you going?” You ask. He throws the door open and walks out, slamming it shut. You sigh and slowly hit your head against the door, mad at yourself and Dylan. You count to ten slowly before opening the door. There’s Dylan, sitting on the left side of the door, head in his hands.

“Dylan? Come inside, I’m sorry.” You apologize. That’s the thing about being in a relationship; sometimes you apologize even when you didn’t think you did anything.

Not until you apologize.” He says stubbornly.

I just said I’m fucking sorry.” You snap, done with him. “Whatever. If you’re gonna act like that then you can stay out here.” You close the door and walk to the linens closet, grabbing a sleeping bag. Heading to the bedroom, you grab a pillow and a blanket. You open up the front door again and throw the items at Dylan (probably a little too roughly, but whatever. You’re mad.). Slamming the door without saying a word, you stalk off to the bedroom, too angry to do anything but lay in bed and be angry.


You eventually drift off after crying it all out. Sometime in the middle of the night, you hear the front door lightly open and shut. The bed shifts beside you as Dylan lays down, slowly wrapping his arms around you.

“(Y/N)? You awake?” He whispers. You nod, knowing that he’s looking down at you. “I’m sorry babe. I’m always such a jerk whenever we play, I don’t know why I keep thinking it’s a good idea.”

“Because you’re stubborn.” You mumble.

“Well I’m sorry for being stubborn. And I’m sorry for freaking out whenever I lose. It’s really childish of me. The neighbors all let me know it was really childish after they came back from a date night and saw me sleeping in the hallway.” He admits. You let out a light laugh.

“You think?” You open your eyes and look at Dylan. “I forgive you. You’re not perfect, and that’s fine. No one’s perfect. Just…maybe we should find a different video game to play.” You suggest.

“Call of Duty?” He asks brightly.

“Maybe in the morning. Lay down?” You ask. Dylan enthusiastically tugs you to him, laying down next to you. The two of you start to fall asleep, the sounds of traffic echoing through the room.

“I still think you’re cheating, though.” Dylan says quietly. You hit his chest lightly before falling back asleep.