this one is kinda really crappy

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hey guys for the last few months @sir-adamus has been uploading a bunch of pics of the outfits for team rwby between volume 1 and 2 in the upcoming chapter 13 of the manga. I went on ahead and made a few sketches of what the design looks like overall for all of your drawing needs.

Please keep in mind:

-I made the originals on paper and had to paint with the mouse so sorry for the really crappy coloring 

-The designs change slightly from frame to frame(for example Weiss has black boots on one and white on the other) and they sometimes have more detail.

-This may not look like the final product I was following 5 to 6 images.

-Yang wasn’t shown all that much so It’s kinda hard to know what she looks like.

-Blake has shorts, they’re really small tho

- Have fun!

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I’m sorry I punched you, it’s a reflex when I get scared

I mixed another one in there that hasn’t had a request yet but *wiggles eyebrow* it’s gonna be a surprise HAHAHAHAHA

Dean Dean Dean Dean Dean Deano ate mah behbeh. HA. Like dingo.

Warnings: uh. I know the beginning is kinda crappy. It’s bc I’m in a crappy mood. For reasons. Not really v personal but. At the same time. Yes. Anywho. UhhhhhhhHHHHHHH mentions of violence? Ish? If you couldn’t tell by the thingy request. I played with Point of View a little in this. SO. Yeah. Yup. Yes. *accidentally makes Dean a sweetheart to only reader* oOPS? So. Very take charge Deano in this. Like. He gets right to the point. And is dom. As hell. And yeah. Yup. Slight choking?? Like super slight. Uh. Yeah. Started off in my head as sweet love makin’ and. YUP.

Tags: @darlingkatrina CAUSE SHE REQUESTED THIS, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS I HOPE IT IS UP TO YOUR STANDARDS. Also tagging my boo boo, in case you haven’t gotten used to that yet. @fuckyeahbulletclub AND LASTLY TAGGING MY BAE BAE BAE FOR LIFFFFEEEEEE @hardcorewwetrash and I love her more than life itself SO YEAH YEAH YEAH OKAY.

Ending is kinda meh. But, like. I liked this. This was fun to write. Yay :D

Me: this is a smackdown thing, on the set. Of Smackdown. Not Raw. Smackdown.

Me to me: Add Roman to every scene possible.

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Today was the day. This was it. You were going to confess to the Dean Ambrose, even if it killed you. Well, obviously it wasn’t going to kill you. You looked to the screen set up backstage, watching as Dean beat into AJ Styles.

Okay, it might kill you. Panic was written all over your face, as you paced away from your spot close to the gorilla. You looked up, seeing a flurry of the bright orange hair that belonged to the Irish lass kicker. The very one that knew your secret crush on Ambrose, called the both of you ‘a match made in heaven,’ and was going to kick your ass if she knew that you were chickening out yet again.

“Oh no ya don’t,” she spoke, beginning her walk over to you, which you walked a little faster. “You’re gonna do this, so help me god.” she spoke, her walk turning into a run as she tackled you into the floor.

“Becky,  get off me,” you squealed, trying to push her off, the stares forcing a blush onto your cheeks. “I can’t do it today, I’m late for an appointment,” you spoke, finally pinning her, making you way on your feet, before she grabbed your leg, bringing you back down.

“That’s bullshit and ya know it,” she huffed out. She pressed your arms to the floor, the rest of her body weight being pressed down into your hips. “I’m not letting ya up till  ya agree ta talking to ‘im.”

“Never!” It came out as an almost embarrassing squeal, but really, it didn’t matter to you at the moment. You were trying desperately to get out of Becky’s hold before Dean was to come back.

“Becky,” someone from the tech crew came hollering in, informing Becky that her match was next. Becky looked behind her, her eyes widening before flickering back to you. You didn’t even need to look to see who was standing there. A blush erupted on your face, as you looked over, AJ with an almost perverted smirk on his face, and Dean with an eyebrow raised.

Your eyes widened at the sight of Dean. Watching you and Becky. Wrestling on the floor. Becky looked back down at you, mouthing a small, ‘sorry,’ your way, which you shot back a glare. She stood up, waving quickly to both AJ and Dean before jogging of towards the sound of her intro. A low whistle left AJ’s lips before he walked off, chuckling to himself. Dean looked down at me, eyebrow cocked, before he let out a small scoff, walking away.

Your head drooped back onto the floor, as you let out a groan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” it became like a chant, as you buried your hands into your hair, wanting nothing more than to become one with the floor.

How could someone like him ever like someone like me.

You sprawled your arms and legs out on the floor, staring up at the ceiling and the occasional techie that went past you. You continued mumbling to yourself, admittedly looking like a crazy person.

“This is where I left ya 15 minutes ago,” you recognized the voice, laced with it’s own special irishness. You nodded against the floor, refusing to leave this spot. She sighed out, before lying down next to you. “You okay?” She asked, voice filled with worry. Your head moved towards her direction, throwing her a smile.

“ ‘m fine,” you mumbled out, looking back towards the ceiling. Becky sat up, reaching her hand out for you to take, which you did with a groan. She pulled the both of you up, before hugging you tightly.

“Go hit tha showers kid, ya done for today,” she laughed out, patting your back. You let out a chuckle, making your way towards the showers.

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Did you do something bad in your past life? Was some higher power trying to punish you for some reason? You groaned, throwing a middle finger up towards the sky.

You had left your clothes in your locker room. You know, the one that was down the hall. You pulled your towel a little closer to your body, looking around for someone, anyone really to be taking a shower the same time you had. You slowly opened the door, looking around.

Clear. If you made a run for it, maybe, just maybe, no one would even have to know you left your clothes in the first place. You took one more quick look, before shutting the door behind you, feet moving quickly, and then smack.

You ran into someone. Your eyes closed as you began to fall, before arms wrapped around you. Your hold on the towel tightened, as you pleaded with whatever higher power existed to just not let it be one person, just don’t let it be Dean. You opened your eyes carefully, a deep blush pushing itself to your cheeks.

Fuck. Fuck your luck. He stared down at you, mouth tight together.

“U-um, I-I’m so-” he cut you off, taking his jacket off quickly, before sliding it over your shoulders, he took the towel from your hold, keeping it tight as he zipped the jacket up over your form. He shimmied the towel down, before wrapping it around your waist, covering your legs. Your nerves tingled in delight as he brushed your leg a bit.

Your eyes stayed wide as you watched him, a small smile lighting up his features as he stared down at his work. Your mouth hung a bit, as you continued staring at him, before a deep chuckle leapt past his lips. “You okay?” You nodded back quickly, mumbling out a small ‘thank you,’ before he nodded, walking with you to the locker room. His eyes flickered around, challenging anyone who happened to walk past the two of you.

“Lemme just switch my clothes really fast,” you started out, pushing on the door that had your name scribbled onto it. You looked back at him as his hand reached for your wrist, tugging the sleeve of his jacket up a bit, rubbing small circles into the small of your wrist.

“Just bring it to me later,” he mumbled deeply.  This was probably the first one on one conversation you had actually had with Dean, you could feel yourself falling deeper in love with the raspiness of his voice. You nodded up at him, your eyes locking with his. You bit down gently on your lower lip, pulling away from the eye contact. Dean eyes followed your movements as you went back into the locker room, whispering a small goodbye before closing the door.

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As you stood by the exit, waiting for Becky, you began to think. How could you return Dean’s jacket without making an ass out of yourself? Right now, it sat up in your hotel room. You wanted nothing more than to run upstairs and put the thing on, your legs shivering a bit. Becky had gotten you to agree to going out, which you were actually excited for. You had gotten a new dress that you had been dying to wear out. Well, scratch that. You were excited until the gentle breeze hit your legs.

I could always give it back to him casually. Like, ‘hey dude, thanks for the loan bro.’ What does Roman call him again? Uce. You could call him that. Right? You groaned at the idea, shifting your feet. What if I came to his hotel room, wearing nothing but his jacket. That would be hot. Then he would at least know what you want. You felt a hand rest on your shoulder, all alarms in your body screaming at you as you whipped around, punching whoever it was in the face.

Your eyes fell wide when you saw Dean lying on the floor, hand covering his face. You looked up, making eye contact with Roman, Becky, and a few of the others as you looked back down at Dean, kneeling down.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” you mumbled out, taking Dean’s face in your hands, looking at his face. Becky and Roman rushed over, looking at you in awe, as you went to explain yourself, your hands leaving Dean’s face, cringing as you heard his head smack against the ground, another groan coming from him. Becky’s hand pressed against her forehead as Roman stared at you as if you were crazy, moving to help his best friend up.

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My life is over. This is it. I am going to die at this bar, sad and alone.

You pressed your head against the bar, groaning audibly. You heard the clink of another glass being set next to you, the bartender understanding your situation. He thought it was the funniest thing, laughing the entire time you told the story. Luckily, that’s how you ended up with drinks on the house. You heard the sound of someone sitting next to you, not even making the effort to look up.

“Gave ‘im a nice bruiser,” you groaned yet again, moving your head to look over at Becky, never letting it up from the counter. “Warned ‘im not to touch ya, that you get punchy when scared. Wanted ta invite us to go out with ‘im and Ro,” she explained, your hands tangling in your hair as you sat up. Your mind screamed at you as you looked over at her with tear stained cheeks. She whispered a small, ‘oh honey,’ your way before pulling you into a hug. “I think he actually likes ya more after dis,” she whispered, running her fingers through your hair. You pulled away, staring at her like she had grown 2 heads.

“I punched him in the face,” You spoke, wanting nothing more than to just disappear. “I punched the guy I have been in love with for months now, in the face,” She let out a breathy chuckle.

“Ya sure did, nailed ‘im right in the cheek,” you cringed, picturing his bruised face. You took the glass placed in front of you on the bar, before chugging it in one gulp.

“ ‘m gonna go to bed,” you whispered, standing up and making your way towards the elevators. You watched as Becky quickly joined the others down at the bar, all looking back over at you. You sighed as you stepped into the elevator, leaning your head against the wall as the doors closed, leaving you alone with your thoughts. This had probably been the most exhausting day of your entire life.

You opened your hotel door slowly, eyes falling on the jacket that lay neatly on your bed. You remembered the earlier feeling you had wearing it against your uncovered breast, the way the leather felt, the way it smelled just like musk and sweat. You groaned as you reached for it, agreeing with yourself that really, you needed a pick me up after everything that had happened. You quickly stripped of you clothes, placing the jacket over your naked form, relishing in the way it felt against your body.

You lay yourself against the bed, ignoring the noises from the room next door. Your bit your lip, knowing you would have to keep the noise down, as your fingers slipping to your clit, rubbing small circles there. You let out a small whimper of delight as you felt how soaked you had actually been.

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I groaned, looking at the small bruise that had been bubbling up on my cheek. Damn could that girl throw a punch. I smiled at the thought of her, god. If I wasn’t already in love with her before, I sure as hell was now. She looked good in my jacket. She looked good in anything. Shoulda taken her then and there. I snapped out of my thoughts at the sound of a small moan coming from the other room. These walls were paper thin, you could hear a needle drop. I moved to ignore it.

“Dean, please,” it was quiet, but shit. It was there. I held back a groan as I kneeled on the bed, sitting against the wall. I could recognize that voice almost anywhere. My cock became hard almost instantly at the thought of her, fingers deep in that cute little pussy. I wonder what she was picturing me doing to her. The things I could do to her. Could go over there, give her what she’s practically beggin’ for. Another quiet moan interrupted my thoughts. I groaned at the noise, tugging off the basketball shorts I had been wearing, my cock shooting up. I closed my eyes at my touch, wanting nothing more than for it to be replaced by her delicate hands, fuck, that tight pussy.

I could tell she was close, her moans becoming louder, as I rubbed my shaft roughly, wanting nothing more than to get off with her. My hand stuttered a bit, strings of cum shooting onto my stomach, as I heard her moan my name loudly. I shot up immediately, cleaning off my stomach before throwing my basketball shorts back on, plucking the t shirt from earlier from the floor, ripping my door open before pushing it over my head.

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You leaned your head back against the bedpost, your orgasm washed over you. You shivered in delight. Your eyes flickered over to the door, listening to the light knocking. Expecting it to be Becky, you grabbed your panties from the floor throwing them on before going to answer the door.

“Becks, really I’m fine,” you groaned as you opened the door, eyes shooting open as you came face to face with Dean. You slammed the door quickly, nerves rushing over you. You looked down at your attire, panties and Dean’s jacket. Seriously??

“Open the door,” his voice was deep, gravely. You slowly obeyed, pulling a blanket around yourself, jacket included, hiding your body behind the door.

I’m sorry I punched you, it’s a reflex when I get scared,” you spoke quickly, looking at the bruise on his cheek. He let out a deep chuckle, pushing on the door a bit.

“ S’okay. Probably one the cutest things I’ve seen you do,” he spoke, watching as you raised an eyebrow curiously. He shut the door slowly, growling a bit as he grabbed the blanket. “You know how turned on I am right now?” his voice was low, as he backed you against the wall. You shook your head, not knowing what the hell he was talking about, biting your lip as you felt your pussy tingle at his words. Another deep, almost menacing chuckle past his lips. His arms trapped you against the wall, his head nodding in the direction of the wall by the bed. “Walls are so damn thin, heard every little moan,” he groaned out, smirking down, before tugging on the blanket. “Fucking look at you,” he took in the sight, a blush dusting across your cheeks, his jacket like a goddamn dress on you. You let out a small whimper at his words, a smirk lighting up his features as he moved his face towards yours. Without warning, his lips crashed against yours, tongue immediately slipping in, taking any ounce of dominance you had. His hands grabbed at your hips roughly, before slipping to your ass, picking you up before throwing you onto the bed, his fingers immediately finding your core, rubbing you through the pair of panties you had thrown on.

“Made me cum all over m’self,” he mumbled out, a quiet moan passing your lips as you imagined him pleasuring himself to you. “Ya already fucking soaked, shit,” he groaned, moving down, ripping your panties off. Before you could scold him, his scruff burned your thighs, his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking roughly, before moving his tongue against your folds.

“Fuck,” you practically screamed out, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer to your core. His hands gripped roughly at your hips, pulling you closer to him, your moans growing louder with each passing second. “D-Dean,” you mumbled out, the bubble inside you bursting quickly. He groaned as he continued licking at your pussy, placing a quick kiss to your clit, before moving up, his lips devouring yours in a hungry kiss. His fingers made work of unzipping his jacket, a rough moan leaving his lips as he saw you wearing nothing underneath.

“Tryna kill me,” he groaned out, his lips immediately latching onto your collarbone as nipped and kissed at the skin roughly. “Know why I gave this to y’ earlier?” You shook your head, a small ‘no,’ leaving your lips as his hands found your breasts, massaging them gently as he spoke. “So any asshole who thought they were good enough to make a move on you knew y’mine, knew that this perfect little pussy belongs to me.” it came out as a deep growl, your head resting against the pillows as you moaned at his words.

A surge of confidence flew through you as you pushed his back to the bed, grinding you wetness against his cock teasingly. “Babydoll, don’t tease me,” his teeth were pressed together, trying to hold back moans. The grip he had on your hips became bruising. You let out a gentle whimper, before you finally lowered yourself onto his dick.

You bit down your lip, enough to draw a small speck of blood, as he fully sheathed himself inside you. A loud squeal left your lips as he thrusted up into you, his lips wrapping around your breast, before placing small love bites around your chest. “Better not be keeping those beautiful noises from me,” he warned, You nodded back quickly, whimpering his name out as you started moving yourself, his fingers digging into your hips, as he met with your thrusts. “Look how well you’re taking m’cock,” he let out a deep chuckle, his lips found the underside of your chin, his scruff tickling a bit.

“Dean,” you whined out, growing tired of the slow thrusts that had been taking place. You felt him smirk against your throat, as he placed one last bite there.

“Gotta tell me what you want doll,” he spoke, moving his hips up to meet yours in slow, gentle thrusts. His hands roamed around every inch of your skin, before you pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss.

“Aren’t you gonna fuck me like a man,” you whimpered out against his lips, a deep growl passing his as he pulled out, practically throwing you on your back. His kisses became bruising against your lips, letting out an almost whorish scream as he filled you again, no warning. His thrusts became animalistic, hitting all the right spots almost instantly. His hand slithered around your neck, a slight pressure being pressed down. Any words you wanted to say at the moment became noise, pleasure overriding every nerve in your body.  

“What happened to that pretty little sass, huh?” He huffed, his thrusts never slowing, as his hands drifted, one holding your hips up as the other went to rub circles into your clit. “Look at you, fucking gorgeous doll,” he licked his lips, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips as his name became like a chant on your lips. “Yeah? Like when I fuck you like this?”

“Yes, yes, fuck, Dean,” your head fell back, the knot in your stomach quickly unraveling.

“Don’t you dare fuckin’ cum until I tell you to,” he growled out, you whined loudly, every muscle in your body screaming at you to cum, but god, you refused to disobey. “Gonna cum with my babydoll?” He questioned, though it came out as more of a command. You nodded wordlessly, all concentration focused on him. His thrusts became sloppy, his lips pressed to yours in a heated kiss before he growled a quick, ‘now,’ against your lips.

Your screams of pleasure echoed around the walls as you finally released, his groans mashing with yours as your walls tightened around his cock. His hips stuttered into yours, riding out each of your orgasms. Even as your orgasms died down, his lips connected with yours, deep breaths mixing together. He pulled out, before pulling you around, you straddling his waist as you continued a small make out session, before you rested your forehead against his. He smiled up at you, a light giggle bubbling past your lips. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest as he moved the collar of his jacket a bit, gentle, loving kisses falling against your neck.

You smiled down at him, as he rested his head against your breasts. You heard him mumble something against your skin, cocking an eyebrow. “Repeat,” you whispered, your eyes widening with surprise when he repeated the words against your lips.

“I said I think I’m fallin’ in love you,” he whispered, kissing against the bright smile that had appeared on your lips as you repeated the words back over and over. Your phone buzzing interrupted your thoughts, as you reached over to pick it up. You answered quickly, Becky’s voice filling your ears.

“You okay lass?” She sounded quilty. You threw a quick ‘mhm,’ into the phone, giggling into the phone as Dean placed playful kisses against your throat. “What are ya doin’?” She spoke, as you started whispering to Dean to cut it out, which he groaned, before pulling out his stubborn streak and continuing to do so anyway. “Oh god, please tell me ya aren’t doin’ what I think you’re doin’,” she groaned into the phone, before hanging up quickly. At that, Dean took your phone throwing it across the room, before pushing you under his body, giggles filling the room as he whispered, ‘Round 2,’ against your lips, removing his jacket from your body and throwing it across the room.

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Light knocks woke you up, you turned to your side, a sleeping Dean next to you. You smiled, placing a quick kiss against his cheek before grabbing a bathrobe, wrapping it around yourself before opening the door. You stepped out, seeing Becky. She was beaming at you, before she wrapped her arms around you.

The two of you talked in hushed voices, avoiding waking Dean up. You agreed to talk over lunch later, if you could actually get him to wake up. You snuck back into the room, moving quietly against the floor. The second you made it to the side of the bed, arms wrapped around you, pulling you in close.

“Where’d you go,” he mumbled into your chest, placing sleepy kisses there. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, as he groaned tiredly against your skin.

“Just talking with Becky,” you whispered, placing a kiss to his shoulder. “Go back to sleep,” he nodded against you, pulling your waist close. You giggled quietly, closing your own eyes again. “Before I forget, we have lunch with her today,” an aggravated groan mixed in with a few cuss words came from the sleepy lunatic before he begrudgingly agreed, mumbling a small command of ‘don’t leave again,’ before his small snores filled your ears. 

I intended this to be a painting with full Alfred and Anya……but the end result was so disastrous I decided to just upload mainly Anya’s part instead, which is why it might look kinda wonky because I redrew this about eight times…….

I apologize for my crappy Russian handwriting, it’s really rusty for one thing……

“You are a horrible liar, Mister Jones.”
“ Then why do you keep believing in me, Anya?”

Chamomile is the national flower of Russia, rose is the national flower of the USA. Also commonly known, red roses symbolize romantic love.  

hellooo lovelies. since i missed to make a follow forever when i hit 3k a while ago, i want to make one now at the end of this very strange and kinda crappy year. thank you guys, for always brightening up my dash and day :) i love you and i wish you all a happy new year ♥♥

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I was gonna post earlier but have been busy. My first Valentine’s with Scott was fantastic. We ate some ghost pepper burgers at Red Robin and went to his house and had a movie marathon. We watched Psycho and Night of the Living Dead. Sadly he wasn’t wild about Pandora’s Box, but that’s okay. Heh kinda had so much fun I didn’t get home until 1am. =) But I really like being with him. I’m comfortable with him and he’s hilarious- I’m glad I took just one more chance and put myself out there. (Rose he got me. Sorry for crappy picture.)

ok so like,

what went down w/ the bismuth episode was kinda crappy as a narrative choice & clearly has a lot of problems wrt the whole , “all the butchy & black-coded gems turn out Bad”, thing. but also i do not in one million years ever think that this show would, or should, have steven agree with shattering gems, ever. 

now i dont really like to compare these shows bc they’re very fundamentally different, but im going to talk about a:tla for a minute. this actual exact issue was tackled in avatar, remember? everyone told aang that killing was the only answer, and he refused and found a different solution. and that was a really good narrative choice that fit his character arc. he did not have to abandon his personal morals to win. and i do not ever want people to suggest steven should either. 

what im saying is, yes the episode was bad, but holy shit no way don’t say the breaking point should be used. especially not by steven.

anonymous asked:

I'm really happy you're part of the Kylux fandom! I really adore your writing, like everything you create. Really looking forward to that Classic Kylux fic!!!!!

Thank you so much ahhh this really cheered me up during a crappy day at work!! I’m happy to be here man. I was reading a bunch of purported leaks for Episode VIII today and arghghh as hard as it’s gonna be to wait for the movie I’m glad we have the current canon for another year-ish, I needed a second year of Kylux ok ;_;

Glad you’re into my fics about these two and that you’re looking forward to that one! After feeling kinda meh about my writing for weeks I’m starting to really like this little fic and I’m excited to post it tomorrow.

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BlazBlue + Tumblr text posts, part 15

“I have exams this month so there may be no more updates for the time being“

said no one ever

Make sure to view this with sound and HQ! 

A little animation for Shinachiku and Tomoe! It’s really short and kinda crappy but I really wanted to give it a try. 

Tomoe pranks Shinachiku. Or he walks into another trap. You may interpret it however you like. ;)

I used the voices of Keiichi (Souichirou Hoshi) and Mion (Satsuki Yukino) from the anime “higurashi no naku koro ni”. I thought they’d make a good match. I’m not making any money out of this so please don’t sue me…

My Japanese is not that great yet so I relied on the original sub for this one.

I hope you like it~

Sweetheart

Request: Hey,would you mind writing a criminal minds oneshot? Maybe like a Spencer Reid one&he+the reader have been dating a few months&she’s super smart and brave+stuff&really good at getting through to people to get the clue they need+piecing it together but she gets insecure&Reid notices her being more withdrawn with the team one night after a case&fluff between them on the jet with blankets&hot cocoa?&shes kinda curvy&insecure about that too?Ive felt really crap the last few days&thought it may help?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: Insecurity

Word Count: 1359

A/N: I’m sorry you’ve had a crappy couple of days! I wish I could’ve gotten this out sooner but I was caught up in stuff. Anyways, I hope this makes you feel better! I’m always here if you want to talk :)
Hope you Enjoy :D

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Your name: submit What is this?

You walked by the team with a cup of hot cocoa in your hand,eyes scrunched together, your head buried in an old newspaper.

“What’s 234 multiplied by 439?” You heard someone ask.

“102,726.” You answered out absent-mindedly.

“And what’s the distance between the Sun and the Moon?”

“238,855 miles.” You muttered. You heard laughter and pulled your gaze away from the article to look at the table. Morgan and Callahan had huge smirks plastered to their faces.

“What’s so funny?” You asked. They looked at your boyfriend sitting next to Rossi, with the same confusion written over his face.

“You both said out the answers at the same time.” Rossi offered.

“At the same time. Without even realizing it.” Garcia chimed in.

“I don’t understand what’s so funny about that.”

“Oh nothing’s funny, Y/N. We just think it’s adorable.” Callahan smiled.

“What is?” Spencer asked, before you could voice the same question.

“You two.” JJ answered.

“Spe-Reid and I?” A blush rose up to your cheeks. “Oh…” You looked at your boyfriend of six months and he offered you a warm smile, which you reciprocated instantly.

“Ooooh. Pretty Boy’s found love.” Morgan winked. The both of you chose to dismiss the comment and go back to reading. You pulled a chair out and sat down, engrossed in the news. Or at least, you tried to be interested. But it was hard to pay attention to what you were reading when your mind kept screaming; telling you that you weren’t good enough for the team. You were the youngest team member, in both aspects of the word. You’d joined around six months ago and everyone, including your boyfriend was older than you. You didn’t have as much experience. What if they realized that you weren’t as good as the rest and dismissed you from the BAU? Or worse, what if Reid left you for someone else? Someone who was better-smarter, sweeter, prettier…someone skinnier…

You tried to shake these thoughts off, but it was so hard. Fighting the truth, it wasn’t easy. You’d rather be fighting an UnSub, convincing them to stop killing. Of course, most of the time they’d end up dead because they would try to attack one of you or the victim. But the good thing about that? You could shoot the bad guys away, but what about the virtual ones, who slowly snuck into your mind, clawing at the back, telling you that you weren’t good enough? You couldn’t fight them away, you couldn’t scream at them, you couldn’t even hide from them. They’d been a part of you since you were a teenager. They weren’t going to leave. Ever. You even had a name for them. Insecurities.

You looked up, startled to hear someone scream your name.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.
“You…kinda spaced out.” Garcia answered.

“Oh…sorry, did you need something?”

“I did, sweetheart.” Morgan smiled.

“Yeah?”

“I need you to take a look at this for me.”
“And summarize it, I assume?” He smiled at you sheepishly and nodded.

“Unfortunately, I have my own reading to do, Morgan.”

“But it’s not going to take you a long time to finish, right?” You raised an eyebrow. He looked down defeated. “Reid-” Your boyfriend sighed and took the book from Morgan, his eyes instantly jetting by the page. He flipped a page and you looked down, back at your own article.

You skimmed through the description of the murders back in the 50’s, trying to see if there were any variations from the case that you were dealing with right now. You were staring intensely at the paper, oblivious to the fact that you were the center of the attention in the room.

Reid was trying hard to concentrate at paper, but failing as your furrowed brow was too cute for him to resist. The rest of the team was looking at their brainiac who suddenly grew an aversion towards the books that he once loved.

“Guys…” You called the team’s attention to them, looking up to see that they were already staring at you. You immediately felt queasy. Why were they looking at you like that? Oh God, they probably don’t think you’re good enough for Spence. That’s why they were looking at you. Shaking your head, you continued. “The victims…they are left handed.”

“Yes?”
“But these victims, from the case that I’m looking at-they’re all over the place.”
“What do you mean?” JJ asked.

“Rogers, Bruce, his widow, they were all left handed. But the victims in this article, they were just drunks.” You said.

“So why is this UnSub choosing left handed people?”

“I don’t think he’s really choosing left handed people. If he’s a copycat killer, he’s choosing alcoholics.”

“And they all just happen to be left handed?” Callahan smirked at you.

“Actually, yes. It is statistically proven that left handed people have a higher chance of getting addicted to alcohol, so yes. This is probably a huge coincidence.” Reid nodded along to your answer. “You can look it up.” You shyly added.

“Got no intentions to do so.”

“Okay that gives us a completely new angle to work with. This-this opens up so many new possibilities!” You exclaimed your excitement getting the better of you. Your smile disappeared as soon as it came up. They didn’t want to hear you rambling on. You cleared your throat. “I mean, we should look at that.” Your voice was a slight whisper.

Morgan got up and put an arm around your shoulder, a smile tugging at his face as he saw Spencer fight a tinge of jealousy. You didn’t notice any of this and walked away quietly. You felt their eyes digging into your back and you felt even more insecure.

***

You put your legs up in your seat, trying to get comfortable, but not too much because you could barely keep your eyes open. The case was tiring, you had to talk to a number of witnesses before you could figure out where the lair was and also had to shoot the UnSub. It made you feel better, but somehow the feeling went away as soon as the wheels took off, flying you back to Quantico. You groaned to your inward self; the same question ringing over and over again. “Why did Spencer even like you?”

“Hey…” You felt a blanket ghost down on your body and opened your eyes to see Spencer. You blinked back tears you didn’t even know you were holding and Spencer immediately pulled you into his arms. “What’s wrong?” He whispered.

“I-um…” You sniffled. “Why do you even like me, Spence?”

“What?”
“I talk about the most boring things, listen to the weirdest songs, and to top it all off, I’m not even pretty.”

“For one, we talk about the same things and have the same music tastes.” He wiped the tears off your face. “And who said you weren’t pretty?” He asked innocently.

“Look at me, Spence..er. I’m fat.” You slouched.

“I wouldn’t say fat, Y/N.”
“But I am fat.”

“You’re not fat…sweetheart.” He added as afterthought.

“I’m not thin like everyone else, Spence. I can never be pretty. Or hot.”

“I think you’re absolutely gorgeous. And very hot.” He smiled. “I can’t take my eyes off you. And the whole team thinks you’re adorable.”

“Is-is that why they’re always staring at me?” You asked with a glimmer of hope. Spencer smiled at you and nodded.

“You are smart, brave and beautiful. The complete package. I’m the luckiest man in the world.” He pecked your forehead. “Do you want to get some hot chocolate?”
You looked at him skeptically.

“I’m craving some, sweetheart.” He stood up. You stopped to think for a second. You suddenly didn’t feel that bad anymore. And it was like you had this new found confidence brimming inside of you.

“Yeah. I’d love some hot cocoa.” You smiled. “Oh and Spence?”
“Yeah?”
“You don’t have to call me a sweetheart.”
“But I like it!”
“Yes, but I never said I did.” You stood up and kissed Spencer.

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Marvel/DC AU - Where Daredevil teams up with Harley Quinn on occassion
Requested by anon

Insecure Beauty

Prompt: Hey,would you mind writing a criminal minds oneshot? Maybe like a Spencer Reid one&he+the reader have been dating a few months&she’s super smart and brave+stuff&really good at getting through to people to get the clue they need+piecing it together but she gets insecure&Reid notices her being more withdrawn with the team one night after a case&fluff between them on the jet with blankets&hot cocoa?&shes kinda curvy&insecure about that too?Ive felt really crap the last few days&thought it may help? 

Rating: It’s a fluffy one shot, yay!!!
Pairings: Spencer Reid/Reader
Word Count: Sorry, my word count is acting weird for the thousandth time but probably around 1,000 words.
Warnings: Reader is insecure about her body.
Author’s Note: Ugh, I’m so sorry this took so long, my computer is acting crappy once again but I really hope you’re feeling better anon and I’m here if you need to talk.

Also, sorry for the abrupt ending, I’m so bad at writing endings it's ridiculous! I didn’t know what to name this either so the title is a work in progress. But I really do hope you like it! <3 

Sorry everyone, I’m not taking requests, I’m backed up on the ones that I have now and I’ll have to get them done first. 

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“Tell me where she is!” You yelled at the unsub.

You were beginning to get frustrated and if he didn’t tell you where he hid his recent victim she would die soon. You didn’t know what was going on, usually you were good at getting information out of people but this unsub was being particularly difficult, not to mention very insulting.

Every time he would say something he would slip something in about your body, you were very insecure about it and this sadistic asshole wasn’t helping your issues. He had found your weak points and you were letting him get to you when you know you shouldn’t have.

“______, out.” Hotch said sternly when he came into the room. You gave a last glare to the unsub who smiled smugly at you as you walked out.

“You can’t let him get to you like that, it’s exactly what he wants.” Hotch calmly spoke to you but you could see the disappointment in his eyes.

“I know, I just really want to find this girl and he’s not going to give anything up, she’s going to die if we don’t get to her and it’s absolutely frustrating!” You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“Take a break, get some fresh air and then come back, the only way she’ll die is if our heads aren’t a hundred percent in this.” You nodded silently in agreement before Hotch made his way back into the interviewing room.

You walked out of the building and sat to the side on the stairs, your head in your hands as you breathed deeply trying to calm down.

“Hey, you okay?” The sound of Spencer’s voice sounded behind you as you heard him come closer until he was sitting on the steps next to you.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I just needed some air that’s all.” You lift your head but refuse to look at him.

“Hey, look at me.” His hand touches your face, this kind of affection wasn’t abnormal coming from him, he and you had been dating for a few months so this was something he would do when he knew you were stressed.

“Spencer, please, I said I’m fine!” You didn’t mean to snap at him, you were just so frustrated and worked up.

“I’m sorry, I just want to find this girl before we lose her.” You got up, leaving Spencer to sit there and went back into the building to deal with the unsub.
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“Hey.” Spencer’s voice once again took you out of your thoughts and he sat next to you.

The case went okay, you found the girl before anything happened to her but if you got there any later she wouldn’t be alive and you could only blame yourself for being distracted.

“Hi.” You offered him a smile.

“You don’t want anything to eat?” The team got food to bring back on the jet and they were all in the front eating together but you were so upset that you weren’t hungry.

“No, I’m fine, I just wanted some tea.” You pointed to your cup that you hadn’t even touched, you tea probably cold by now.

“What’s wrong?” Was his next question and this time instead of snapping at him you sighed as his beautiful brown eyes observed you.

“I just can’t get the case out of my head, any second longer and she wouldn’t be here and it’s my fault.”

“What, no it’s not, why would you think that?" 

"Because, Spencer, I couldn’t get anything out of our unsub, I was to damn distracted by his stupid comments and if my brain isn’t in it then what else do I have to offer?" 

"His comments about what?" 

You shift uncomfortably looking out of the window.

"About my body, If you haven’t noticed I’m more… curvier than some of the people we work around and sometimes I feel out of place, it’s why I pride myself on my brain, it’s why I throw myself into cases because if people don’t see how smart I am they’ll start to judge me just from how I look.” You didn’t want to cry but the tears began slipping down your face, you wiped at them aggressively, angry that you were so emotional about this. 

“But y-you’re beautiful.” Spencer stutters out, he brings up his hand and carefully tries to wipe away your tears.

You scoff at his statement in disbelief.

“You are and I know that what I say may not persuade you but I truly do think you’re beautiful. Not just your body either but everything about you, the way you bite your lip when you’re concentrating on something or the way your eyes seem to light up when you laugh.” You give him a little smile when you look at him, it would take someone like Spencer to notice the small things.

“Thanks, Spencer.” You lean over to press a quick kiss to his cheek and you see his cheeks tinge red with a blush, it makes you smile bigger.

He clears his throat before speaking again.

“How about I trade your tea for something better, there’s hot cocoa if you want some?" 

"I think I’d like that.”

He leaves to go make it and when he comes back you feel a lot better because of what he said, he hands you the cup and procures a blanket from the chair across from the both of you. He covers you both in it as he sits down, you lean against him and his arm comes around your waist to hold you against him. It’s the first time you’re in close contact with him like this and you both are comfortable. 

You know one thing for sure; you need Spencer in your life and you never wanted to let him go.

kisses // optional bias

so this is definitely a one time thing because writing is not my area of expertise yikes. i tried to write this so it was gender neutral, but there might be some mistakes so i’m sorry about that rip. it’s kinda crappy but enjoy??

genre: fluff

word count: 813

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daily Ranya HC - fake proposals

ok so Raven would totally be the kind of gal to sometimes fake propose to Anya to get free food at restaurants and stuff. she always makes it all over-the-top and she even has a crappy five-dollar knockoff ring to give to her that she carries almost at all times. Anya’s always super embarrassed when Raven goes down on one knee and starts proclaiming her love and she doesn’t really know what to do and usually blushes which makes their act all that more plausible. she doesn’t tell Raven to stop because she kinda thinks its adorable (and also free food, who could complain about that)

but then she decides she’s actually going to propose to Raven for real. and they go to a restaurant, and before Raven can even think about starting her fake proposal, Anya beats her to the finish line - Anya kneels before Raven, and Raven ofc thinks she’s kidding, but then Anya pulls out a ring and Raven starts suspecting it’s not just a joke. she hears Anya say ‘Raven, look at the inscription’ and is confused, but does so anyway.

‘this isn’t a joke’ is what’s engraved on the inside of the ring, and that’s when Anya shuffles a bit forward and takes Raven’s hand and proposes.

“Raven, will you marry me?”

and for the longest minute of Anya’s life, Raven just stares at her, she doesn’t know what to do or say, she forgets to breathe - it’s so unexpected, they’d talked about marriage but that was years before, and Anya’s never seemed the type. and then Raven sees Anya’s staring at her, waiting, and she just gasps and says ‘yes, oh my god, you bitch, yes-” and then she grabs Anya’s hands and pulls her up so she can kiss her and she keeps kissing and muttering quiet words of ‘yes i’ll marry you’ amidst the kisses and Anya’s smiling and so relieved and she’s afraid she’ll fall over but Raven’s there and then there’s clapping from all around them and the whole restaurant’s watching them and it’s so adorable and cute and this time it’s Raven who’s a little embarrassed at all the attention.

they also get free dessert and Raven will forever make jokes about it, but anya doesn’t care. Raven’s hers and will be hers forever, and she will be Raven’s - she’d never thought she’d want this, she never thought that she was the marrying type, but there she is, looking at the ring on Raven’s finger, and everything just feels like it’s locked into place.

After April first met the guys, Raph was the one who took the longest to warm up to her. He kind of lurked off when she came around. (didn’t really know how to act around her) To get his attention, April kinda just randomly started flopping on him. The first time took him off guard and embarrassed him majorly, but now it’s a usual thing, normally taking place after she gets out of training with Splinter.

Comfort || Peter Maximoff x Reader

A\N: So the request asked for a feels trip but I’m not sure I can nail it BUT I can try! So if it is crappy, I am really sorry. I’m trying my best to improve.

Prompt No.29: “I don’t care what anyone else says, I love you and I’m sticking with you.”

Request: “I kinda want 29 and a feels trip with Peter Maximoff, pl0x.”


“Peter?” you gently knocked on the door to the room he was allotted in the school. You had recently noticed Peter not being his usual cheerful self lately and it was also a no brainer that he was avoiding which was quite easy for him to do. You had grown worried as each day passed and decided to give it a shot in trying to confront him. You had finally approached Jean and asked her to help you locate Peter. So now here you were, standing infront of Peter’s room with the door in your way.

You knocked again, this time harder, when there was no reply from inside. “Peter come on! It’s [Y\N]. Let me in.”

You sighed as you were again met with silence. You reached for the doorknob, turned it and entered it without hesitation. You had been in this room too many times. Peter had sneaked you out after hours to his room to spend some time with you. You two would often curl up on the couch together where he would play with your hair. Or even just hanging out with him during the day with the door open of course otherwise all hell would break lose.

Usually the curtains would be thrown open and Peter would be jazzing out to some music playing on the stereo but the curtains were not open and the music was not playing. You rubbed your arms as your skin started to tingle due to the cold. You took a few steps into the room before you noticed his silver hair peeking out from the other side of the bed. He was sitting with his back against the bed, staring fixatedly at a point on the wall.

You walked over and sat down beside him, taking his hand and entwining your fingers with his. You brought his hand up to your lips and kissed the back of it. You stayed like that, waiting for him to speak.

“They found out.”

“Found out what?” you gently said turning your head to look at him.

“That I’m his son. Magneto’s. Yeah they didn’t take it too well.”

“All of them??”

“No. Most of them are cool about it. Others not so much. They think I’m a freak.”

“You’re no freak,” you said softly. “You’re just as much as a mutant as they are.”

“They think that I’m gonna ‘pull a Magneto’ and kill everyone. Turn against my own kind,” Peter sadly said while raising his eyes to look at you. “What if they’re right? What if I will ‘pull a Magneto? Does that mean you’ll leave me? I wouldn’t blame you.”

“Are you even listening to yourself? That’s crazy talk. You’re the sweetest guy I know. You wouldn’t even hurt a bee. And just so you know, I don’t care what anyone else says, I love you and I’m sticking with you,” you smiled at him pushing his hair behind his ear. “And you should too.”

Peter raised his eyebrows at you. “Love myself?”

“Not care what anyone else thinks. And yeah that too.”

Peter looked at you for a few seconds before breaking into a smile. “I knew making you my girlfriend was the best decision I ever made.”

You chuckled and placed a kiss at his forehead. “Always there for you.”

Peter immediately sprang up, pulling you with him. “Better get these windows open and turn back on the music!!”

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~Charlie

anonymous asked:

Hey sweetie, I'm sorry you feel so bad. I completely understand that you feel so paranoid and scared right now. I don't have any advise for you, because I myself can kind of relate to your worries, but I do want to say that you are one of my favorite artist and that I love your art so much. I really don't think it's crappy and I think it has tons of potential. I really hope you can find a place for it, one way or another. I know it's scary when the future is dark. Please hang in there.

Thanks so much for your kinda words.
I hope things can be promising later. T n T I’ll just have to try and not think about it for now.

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aah i miss these two!

still remember how i almost wrote/drew the sam&max fanfic where they’d appear hahah thats never going to happen now but hey maybe one of these days ill write the crappy ideas i had for it and what it was about for the one or two people who might be interested heh