this tablet is hell to work with

random su “filler” episode ideas that might actually be constructive:

  • mayor dewey finds out that lapis is the one who stole the ocean. he marches to the barn and makes her do community service. lapis goes along with it for reasons probably involving steven, and finds out that she enjoys having something constructive to do which takes her mind off things. many fart jokes are made in the process of this discovery.
  • peridot finds ronaldo’s blog and becomes his biggest fan. when they meet, ronaldo reacts to the fact that a literal little green alien is a fan of his… interestingly. chaos probably ensues.
  • some wrestling bigshot is in town and sees the purple puma fighting. they offer to sign pp for a big contract, and amethyst is torn about whether or not to take the chance.
  • jasper, in her quest for a gem army, runs into the cool kids. this leads to her discovering the human concept of “cool” and attempting to emulate it. at some point she gets a new cape with spiked shoulder pads.
  • somehow, garnet is introduced to the concept of speedrunning. as it turns out, future vision has the tendency to turn one into a living tool-assisted speedrun, and she starts chasing the world record time for the crying breakfast friends tie-in video game. this proves useful later when expert reflexes are needed to defeat a corrupted gem that shows up… if the others can get garnet away from the game for five seconds.
  • while the main four are off fighting a gem somewhere, a monster shows up in beach city. connie, peridot, lapis and bismuth find themselves dealing with it as a back-up team of sorts. that’s why the people of this world believe in peridot, lapis lazuli, and bismuth… and connie! by the end of it connie has three alien big sisters, who are all vying for the title of the cool sister.
  • peridot decides that she wants new limb enhancers. bismuth and amethyst offer to help - bismuth putting it together, and amethyst getting the parts. the episode is told from the perspective of the other cast members who are trying to work out what the hell these three are doing with ten tablet pens, three toasters, multiple desk fans, a stack of laser tag equipment, connie’s collection of cyberpunk comics, and four potato batteries.
On Summoning Demons

Strap in mammals, I need to correct some stupidities about “summoning” major demons. I’ll lay out a proper procedure in a few easy steps. This isn’t for minor infernals, but so-called “princes of Hell”, as it were. I’ll focus on the Goetic demons.

Step One: Acquire a copy of Ars Goetia (you can get a free PDF online)

Step Two: Record names, sigils, and descriptions of any you want to contact.

Step Three: Throw the rest of Ars Goetia in the garbage and tell it that it’s a very rude poorly behaved book.

Step Four: Inscribe a sigil on whatever you have available. If you happen to have an unused gold tablet laying around I’m sure they’d be flattered, so by all means pull out the dremel tool and get to work. If you’re like the rest of us, pen and paper is fine. If you want to get really fancy, use a consecrated pen or special ink.

Step Five: Cast a circle and so on in whatever fashion suits your tradition. It’s not to protect you from the demon, it’s to screen out discordant energy and interference.

Step Six: Respectfully request their presence and begin conversing. Treat them as one part deity and two parts royalty. Please and thank you. Yes sir/ma’am. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. In fact don’t even think of it as summoning. That word implies compulsion. You are asking, not telling.

The Goetic demons are GODS. Several of them can be traced to their origins. Asteroth is the Egyptian Astarte. The idea that you can force them to do your bidding, or that you can protect yourself from them, is a joke.

The Goetic concept that they are bound to specific sigils and commands is based on a pact made by King Solomon for a fixed period of time, which has expired. It’s useless now, even if it ever was genuine. They help those who they find worthy, and no one else.

If you are respectful, and they find you worthy, they may choose to help you. If you are unworthy, some of them might just decide to fuck with you. Which would fall under the category of not my problem, so follow my advice at your own risk. Each demon has their own standards and personality. It’s almost like they’re real people (heavy sarcasm). If you want to work with them, treat them as such. If you give a major demon an order, I have zero sympathy for what they may do to you.

I am not recommending that anyone evoke demons. For humans it’s really generally not a good idea unless they take an interest in you first. You don’t have claws and scales. But if you’re going to do it anyway, try not to make an ass of yourself. Entrails are a bitch to clean out of carpet.

Carry on, and good luck, humans.


my tablet was broken for like a week but! im back! and i drew nina as a princess because thats basically what she is already

also! i tried to record this as a speedpaint and i kinda messed up but you can watch it here if you’d like !

How to avoid ruining your tablet surface and nib (my art hack)

Why the fuck would you put a uncooked spaghetti stick in your tablet pen as your nib????  I just saw a post about how it works but damn I’m sure that shit could scratch up your actual tablet.  Please don’t put food in your tablet pen.  

If you are really worried about your tablet nib getting small (hell even your tablet surface scratching up), one way you could avoid that is using clear plastic sheets from a office supply store.  Usually they would give that shit to you for free or just charge you a couple of cents.  Hell I remember when I first wanted to get them, the guys at the counter were a little confused why I wanted two plastic sheets.  

(I got these at staples back my senior year of high school.  I’m a 3rd year in college so I had these for a while) 

And all you do is take one of the sheets, measure it to your tablet, and tape that shit down.  

The plastic was just slightly bigger than my tablet so I had to cut it down but it wasn’t a a problem.  I used a wacom intuos pro small (now I have a cintiq) and the nib to pen has not worn out in years.  And if you feel the plastic sheet is getting worn out, just replace it cause the office store might have given you too many sheets.  

Oh shit but what is this?  It came with my tablet and everything!  Is it a stand for the pen? 

Let’s open that shit and see it

Bam!  Holy fucki Batman there is like 10 nibs (there are ten but the shadow is covering the other two) plus a tool to help you remove the old nib!  What????  

Yes at least these wacom tablets have this new stand that includes a lot of nibs for you.  My cintiq includes this little stand so I have another extra 10 nibs.  

However if somehow you are in need of pen nibs, you can go on amazon and buy packs of them: 

Or you can buy it online!  Whatever it is, just don’t put a uncooked spaghetti  strand in your tablet pen.  

No Pain-No Gain

Request:  I’m not sure if you do like one shots or stuff but I had an idea for a soulmate au where someone’s soulmate can feel there pain. Like a a person breaks their foot, their soulmate will feel it to, just not have a broken foot. Image how Clarks soulmate would react with all that stuff. I think it would be cute, but could be kinda angsty. Just an idea. Idc if you do it or not, just thought it was cool. Have a nice day.
Word Count: 9636.
Pairings: Clark Kent/Superman x Reader
WARNINGS: Lots of swearing. Mentions of: low self-esteem issues, traumas, bullying, weakness complex. Angst (personally, I don’t consider this very angsty but, you need to be warned). Also, I’m sorry for any typos since this was not edited and english is my second language.
Author’s Note: Hope this isn’t to cheesy and that you will be able to enjoy it. Also… NINE THOUSAND WORDS IN LESS THAN A WEEK?! That’s a record for me! Anyway, hope you enjoy this and that the anon who requested it isn’t disappointed.

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Yes, I totally needed three gifs of Henry Cavill. You did too, don’t deny it.


I hate my soulmate, that’s for fucking sure. I totally hate him (or her, you never knew) and I don’t give a single fuck if I haven’t met him. Also, no, I’m not exaggerating in the slightest and yes, you can hate someone you haven’t met, thank you very much (and yes, even if it’s your fucking soulmate, especially mine).

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Sam Winchester. My favorite character of any book, TV show, or movie in all time. He’s a scholar, a warrior, and a healer. He was chosen by the darkness before he was born, yet dreamed of the light. He lost his mother, girlfriend, father, best friend, and brother (multiple times for the latter two). He defeated Lucifer and Michael in one move, all for the sake of saving his brother. Sam took on the Trials of the Tablets and almost killed himself to close the Gates of Hell. He fought against the angels Gadreel, Bartholomew, and Metatron and joined God in taking down the Darkness and fought the Knights, Princes, and Kings of Hell.

But the best thing about Sam? He’s a normal guy. He loves dogs and loves to read. He’s terrified of clowns. He aspired for a normal life, and worked every day to gets scholarship in to Stanford. When that didn’t work out, he learned to accept the life given to him and make it work. Sam makes mistakes, he struggles with depression, addiction, and who knows what else. But he acknowledges his mistakes. He learns. It may take time, but he will ask for forgiveness quickly and will forgive others just as fast. He analyzes situations and tries to understand the viewpoints of others who he doesn’t agree with. He is the mediator and an advocate of second chances. He’s willing to die for almost anyone that needs his help. Sam Winchester is trying. He’s fighting. He’s a man trying to understand his life, make the most of what he was, and leave the world in a better place than when he found it.

I’m abroad so don’t have my tablet but I decided to give watercolours a go and draw Symmetra in her pretty Oasis skin! Didn’t really have time to work on it long so it’s kinda messy, I’m also just learning paints so yeah, how the hell do you colour blend… But I kinda like it! Windsor & Newton Watercolours and A5 Moleskine

anonymous asked:

Hello, yes, hi, I recently found your art and account and I love what you do. I'm turning 14 in April and I've asked for a drawing pad, but I have no idea how to use one as of yet. Have you got any tips or anything? Because I've wanted to try digital art for a while and your art makes me want to even more lmao. Thanks! - B.A.

BOI OH BOI DO I GOT SOME TIPS FOR U <3

(I’m not sure what kind of comp you’re going to be using, so I’ll list for both.)

FIRST: Drawing Programs; the free and the great.

-Firealpaca: Lightweight drawing program. I draw Recovery using this! It’s easy on the RAM if you have a weak comp/are paranoid about yours like I am, it is mainly for basic comic making, and has all the basic brushes you need (pen/pencil/airbrush/symmetry/etc). You can add your own brushes as well but they’re p basic settings. Has basic Animation/Gif making as well using Onion Mode! Layout is a piece of cake. Please note that If you leave it open for a week it’ll crash on you, even if you haven’t anything on it at the moment, and sometimes the brush sensitivity just stops working so you just have to close and then open it again. (Also I have no idea how to update it aside from deleting it completely and just downloading the new version from scratch, so thats a thing.) Mac/Windows

-MedibangPaint: This is basically FireAlpaca But Better. Has tons of screen tones, brush patterns, and tools. I don’t use it much because I’m used to FA’s layout and get confused with the the placement of tools in here, so if you can I highly suggest just going with this first. Also has basic animation/gif making! Has storage for the website as well, and you can upload more preset brushes. It’s v anime. This program has waaay more in terms of basically everything, so it just takes more RAM. NBD, you don’t have to have every brush downloaded from the storage ^u^. Mac/Windows

-Clip Studio Paint: Okay this one isn’t free, it’s a pricey one, HOWEVER once a year they take the price way fuckin down by at least 75%. Sign up for the email list and it’ll let you know when that precious day comes. It’s how I got it @u@, around christmastime? This program is basically MedibangPaint On Steroids. I do all of my digital-yet-tradition-style-painting on here! The brushes all have some neat af settings to play with, you can make your own brushes, has tons of screen tones, pre-made panels, and settings. You can save projects as basically anything you need, is a hardy program that almost never crashes, and It’ll take a nice chunk of space on your comp depending on how much memory you have but hey, its worth it. It’s much more complex layout-wise than the other two here, but you get used to it after playing around and watching tutorials haha.

-Mischief: It’s a 25$ app, has like four brushes and five layers only but is vector-based with an endless canvas. Not really worth having unless you like the vector thing. UP TO YOU. I spent forever with this one doing all that homestuck stuff, so it’s not really bad so much as it is a basic bitch. Mac

-MyPaint: I used this a bunch when I still did digital art on my windows laptop before I upgraded to a Mac. It’s easy on the comp and has plenty of brushes and settings. You can also get brush packages if you don’t feel like you have enough that comes with the program! Also has endless canvas; pretty sure you can just select an area and then export as is. I barely remember the rest but It’s pretty great. Windows/MacPorts(which I hate)

-GIMP: I hate this thing. I cannot figure it out for the life of me. It’s got loads of shit though, can handle layers, has plenty of brushes, and can do basic animation/gifs if you ever figure it out. Windows/mac

I’ve heard good things from paint tool SAI and Krita as well, but have never used them myself.

***You can always pay through the nose/use a student discount for the photoshop series and pay that shit monthly, those fuckers have literally everything, but I am a cheap college kid making minimum wage with a car payment; I’d rather just pay once/not at all.

TABLETS: treat that shit like a newborn babe 24/7

-I have literally only ever owned a Wacom Intuos4. It has lasted me six years, and at least five moves across many miles. I broke one of the cord ports the day I opened it by holding it wrong, have one left, and now treat it like it’s going to die if the cord moves badly. Please be aware that if you break both ports, you better either sodder it back together yourself or upgrade to smth else because it costs about as much as the tablet itself was bought at to be fixed. Good news, though, it comes with at least six extra pen nibs, has programable buttons on the side (that I have never bothered to use) and a scroll bar in case you’re too lazy to use the keyboard (…I don’t really use that either unless I’m just scrolling through tumblr LMFAO).

-I would die for a Cintiq.

HOT TIPS: its useful.

-most of the programs listed use the same keyboard shortcuts. MEMORIZE THEM. It’s pretty easy, since you’ll use em a lot. [cntrl/cmmd+T] lets you resize what you just drew on that layer, and [cntrl/cmmd+z] is undo. I use those the most, for obvious reasons.

-vector-based programs are pretty great because when you resize an image it looks prefect. You can’t do that with a program that isn’t, so I just resize the base roughdraft and draw the lineart again on the layer above so I don’t get weird JPEG quality lines.

-You can use a ruler with your tablet, just slap it on and go, but honestly most programs have settings for that. just use those.

-You can also trace stuff on your tablet, so long as the paper isn’t too thick. I just scan/take a photo and then open it up in the program, though. much easier.

-SAVE CONSTANTLY. Art programs like to crash on you, even when they’re hardy and you have a good comp. make it a habit to quick save your work.

-Use a desk and have good posture. You’ll be able to draw a hell of a lot longer if you do. I personally keep fucking up my knees by sitting on my legs as I work out of habit, and don’t actually have a desk chair. Keep your screen at eye level and at a fair distance to prevent eyestrain and also neck-strain haha

-Chances are you won’t be used to the tablet right away. Most places you buy from say it’ll take a couple of months to get used to how weird it is to draw while not looking at your own hand, so don’t be frustrated If your drawings look a bit off at first.

-if you draw at least one thing every day, by the end of the year you’ll have improved exponentially. I literally made this blog to make myself draw once a day.

-don’t be afraid to check out speedpaints and tutorials. It’s always good to get more familiar with the program you’re using and new techniques previously unconsidered.

-get familiar with clipping layers. They are insanely useful; you clip one layer to the one below and then when you draw it only shows up on the drawing of that layer below. Shit is a godsend if you’re bad at coloring in the lines/lazy. The bucket tool is also really useful, and you can adjust the expansion by pixel so you don’t miss anything between the lines.

-experiment with your brushes, shit be fun af

-warmup your wrists before and after drawing. prevent swollen veins and such. dont want hand pain/numbness, its reaaaaally bad.

—basically if your hands hurt stop for the day.

-PNGS are for internet, JPEGS are for printing/fucking with quality (cough hack homestuck)

-resolution doesn’t have to be much more than 350 dpi if its just going to be on a webpage. Maximize that shit if you’re going to be printing, though. Especially if you put stuff on redbubble.

-DeviantArt has this thing called Sta.sh where you can dump art, keep it in perfect quality and just share it with certain people with a link instead of all of the website. Great for storing commission pieces, its the only reason I have DA in the first place.

-you get a different audience depending on what site you use for posting art, so keep that in mind for the kind of feedback you want.

-after awhile of drawing using a tablet, you may lose patience/forget that in traditional art there isn’t an undo button lmfao It’s cool; you don’t have to choose one over the other or anything.

-Honestly you can work around almost anything. You just invent new ways and techniques for yourself and you’ll do just fine.

Aaaaand that’s all I got for today! Thanks for sticking around <3

withingerly  asked:

(48.6%) malec sparring and getting super competitive about it and not holding any punches because they know the other can take it. and maybe they've gathered an audience who are like, "whoa, why are they being so intense?" but in the end it's all good. magnus and alec just ignore them, walk off laughing and teasing each other about where the other one screwed up, all sweaty and happy.

thank you for voting! keep voting for malec (the % is off because i’m answering these out of order)

around noon, shadowhunters of all shapes and sizes off on their lunch break when it started, this loud echoing thing coming from the cloisters and spilling out into all of the hallways. it was the slam and thwak of staves, the heavy thud and crack as they broke, the clang and slam of steel on steel, again and again and again. their voices were carrying, loud and boisterous, laughter and grunts. but the sound was one thing, and watching it was something else entirely.

it was a dance and they weren’t asking for an audience but god they got competitive didn’t they. heaving chests and smirks, pinning each other and getting so close that magnus’s nose was just barely brushing alec’s as he held him against the floor. alec holding a knife to magnus’s neck for a second before magnus had his wrist pinned, hip to hip, panting close enough to feel each other’s breath.

and they kept calling out the score, magnus dominating him even though every so often alec would take a slow lead. it was foreplay and there was no other way you could describe it, bitten lips, forearm to forearm, spinning kicks and backs hitting the floor with gusto. magnus standing over alec and reaching down to grab his shirt and tug him up hard.

“stop holding back on me.” breathed right against his lips before alec shifted, bringing his legs out from under him.

“who said i was?”

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magnificent-winged-beast  asked:

Duddette... It's TERMINATOR SHIT. "YOU" IS DEAN FROM THE FUTURE!!! I'm a mess too, but you are More coherent to write about it. OH MY CHUCK *heavy breathing* I spend the last hour analyzing all the frames of the promo in my tablet because I'm at work, on a training stuff that gives me more time and freedom. Anyways, this is Enverse!Dean I can bet my honor as a wich. But this is THE FUTURE.

2. who the hell was that ?!?! at the end of the promo when cas says “you?”, do you have any speculations? benny? adam maybe? jk XD, no but for reals, who do you think it is ??

3. What’s your thoughts on the last second of the trailer (the bit with Cas on the floor, looking up and “you”) ?

Hi, 3 anons about the promo vid and Cas - here is my half baked totally wild random ass off the top of my head theory!

Time travel? I was like naaaaaaw…. then I was like SHIT he does look a little bowlegged! But… not entiiiiirely convinced I’ll be honest. I’m also spitballing… Chuck?

source: @shixpe

I mean we know Angels can time travel so the nephilim could do it from the future if it saw Lucifer had created another apocalypse and was like NOPE NOT FOR ME!

Also, even if THIS isn’t him, I also though this looked like Dean from all the promo PICS etc? And the way Cas just lies there? Like he’s not that worried? 

source: @spicywatson

IDK if this is the same guy or the same scene…. but I also head canon that this is Dean, but brainwashed Dean, so Cas is like “are you… YOU?” which is why we hear the “you?” maybe in the video?

As @super-sootica just reminded me - ENDVERSE CAS KNEW THAT DEAN WASN’T FUTURE DEAN!!!!

And why is Dean brainwashed? Well, we know there is a flashback scene so for me this is Dean’s ultimate DECONSTRUCTION OF PERFORMING DEAN MOMENT - Dean has to finally address his past to allow himself to move fiorwards, its his childhood and his view of his parents especially John but his idolatry of Mary that meant that he kept the facade up for so long. I have written like thousands of words on how Amara was the exposition of Dean’s inner feelings and Mary is the extension of this this season, so going back in time to flashbacks of his childhood and facing it with Mary the ULTIMATE way for Dean to look at his inner selfand move towards accepting himself as he is….

Then there are the electrodes and we know that MARY has been brainwashed and again, in 12x21 there was the clear allusion to the 8x17 crypt scene, where this time Dean cannot break Mary out of it, but what if now we get a REAL REVERSE CRYPT SCENE? I DONT KNOW WHAT I WILL DO IF THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENS I HAVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT THIS FOR WHAT FEELS LIKE YEARS!!! WHERE DEAN IS THE ONE WHO IS BRAINWASHED?!

And ok, we are terrible for riling each other up and screaming at each other, but @amwritingmeta said in this post :

“What if Dean is willingly brainwashing himself here? Sitting there, looking so fucking DETERMINED.What if he makes the choice (after possibly first refusing) because he realises IT’S THE ONLY WAY HE CAN ACTUALLY FACE CAS AND KILL HIM IF HE HAS TO?” 


But Cas manages to Crypt Scene him out of it because - well CAS IS RIGHT ABOUT THIS AND ITS CAS MAN!

STAB ME IN THE HEART.

Then we have this image? 

source: @throughfireandice

Given that I am all about the fact that the nephilim will not be born INATELY either good or evil, because that is the whole point of the show, I love the idea that it could have brought Dean from the future to get him to help Cas and convince himself and Sam (or tell Cas how to convince him - reverse crypt scene please and thank you) to raise the Nephilim right.

Because as it stands right now? With Sam and Dean potentially brainwashed by the mol? Even if they aren’t still going against Cas? While I believe that Cas is actually the one who is right here? If they continue to go against him THIS is how it ends up as another apocalypse.

So what needs to happen? TFW need to be TOGETHER, on the same track, raising the nephilim together and leading him on the righteous path because in the end it is all about the nephilim’s FREE WILL and his/her CHOICE whether to be good or bad.

I mean, this might be total rubbish. But my theory about this and the fact that Cas is actually the hero here and will earn his endgame arc this way just kinda ties into all and every theory I have running around in my head.

Regardless of the intimate details of the promo, of the pics etc. I really feel like this is overall the way it’s leading: that they need to allow the child to make a CHOICE and hopefully, if my faith in the show is well placed, it will lead to the child choosing the RIGHTEOUS PATH and GOOD, to raise the world to it’s feet and as @amwritingmeta says, to BRING BALANCE TO THE UNIVERSE.

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@huxloween final prompts, 29 30 and 31: trick or treat, costumes/costumes party and Rocky Horror Picture Show

Well, I am late to the party but I hope you guys had a great Halloween ! I am officially done with the prompts, even though I missed two… It was a fun trip to hell ! I’m gonna put away my tablet for a little time now (just a week or so) (-。-;

Thanks everyone who sent me nice messages and supported me during the month ~!  

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Always – A post 5x20 fic – Rating (PG really – but between G and T)

by Olicity Smoaky

Note: No William action happened. Pretended it away. ;D 

Read it at AO3 or right here!  Let me know what you think!

Inside a bathroom, at the top of a loft, in the middle of a city filled with every kind of shit storm a person could think of, stood Felicity Smoak. On this particular evening, she was home studying a very small bruise on the right side of her forehead.  “Another battle scar for Overwatch,” she whispered to no one at all.

She inched over to the linen closet in the tiny room between the bathroom and the bedroom to pull out a towel. Instead of grabbing one of the neatly folded lavender towels stacked up for easiest access, she reached behind them and latched on to a big fluffy green one and brought it forward. She pressed her nose to it. 459 days had long since erased his smell, but if she tried hard enough, she was able to mentally summon it back.

Moments later, under the cascade of warm sprouting water, she let the events of the last two days pour into her mind. She and Oliver had been trapped in the bunker under a three-story ticking time bomb. He’d been near death too many times for her to count. She couldn’t stand the thought of losing him. God, did he really think all that about himself? Prometheus really got to him. He got to her. He tried to rip them apart, but instead, he brought them back together. At that moment, Felicity realized the asshole wasn’t going to win. Anger bubbled inside her at the thought of Prometheus trying to twist Oliver inside and out, even more than the poor guy had been twisted by the circumstances of the last decade of his life. But Oliver was strong, and hell, so was she. They were stronger together, but until he figured out who he was deep down and who he wanted to be, they had to wait on the rebuilding thing. Right now, though, she was damn tired of waiting. She was angry she’d lost Billy. She blamed herself for getting him involved in her life when she knew she was only with him as a sort of experiment, a test to see if she could have a normal life outside of Team Arrow, to see if she could even think about living a separate life from Oliver. She wanted to try at the time, but it had always felt so hollow. The innocent choice had been turned into something grotesque and awful. And now, she  understood what Oliver lived with everyday. But for him, this game had been played on a loop more times than any person should have to endure.

Just as Felicity and her thoughts, turned off along with the faucet in her shower, something loud thunked on the floor of the bedroom. Alarmed, she wrapped Oliver’s old thick green towel around her, sucked in a breath to armor her heart, walked through the little adjoining room and over the bedroom threshold to face whatever the hell it was that was trying to give her a stroke.

To her alarm, a book she kept on her nightstand lay on the floor but the room was empty. Eyes pinned to the open door that led to the upstairs deck between the staircase and her room, she picked up her weapon of choice – her tablet. “Whoever the hell is in here, please understand that I have this place rigged to attack.” She didn’t really, but she could shut off all the lights and shoot out infrared security light streams to scare the shit out of the intruder.

Ten minutes later, Felicity had swept her entire apartment, changed into a knee-length night shirt and socks and called Oliver. Whomever had been there, left through the balcony. Prometheus. It had to be him, but why now? Of course, his little plan hadn’t worked, so he was out to kill her. Had he expected her to die while Oliver escaped? How could he have known. They all knew that Prometheus didn’t want Oliver dead. He wanted him to suffer. He hadn’t grabbed William thankfully. Lyla had him as well as his mother moved to a classified, secured location out of the country. With him safe, maybe Prometheus decided he needed a new target.

Oliver was on his way. Given the distance between the bunker in the loft, she deduced he’d probably be there in five minutes, give or take.

“Felicity!” Okay, so it was take. She rushed over to the door to answer it.

She opened the door to find Oliver in plain clothes with some gear strapped to his back, looking her up and down.

“Are you okay?” he asked her for what seemed like the twentieth time in the last forty-eight hours. When he stepped inside, he neatly removed one of his arrows and began scoping out the apartment.  

“Yes, but how did you get here so fast?”

Rather than answer her, Oliver’s eyes scoped the apartment for danger.

“I swept the place already. No one’s here.” He looked like he wanted to check a second time. Nothing wrong with double-checking Oliver, but the words pulled taut between them like a tight rope. “Do you trust me?” His shoulders dropped, relaxed.

“Okay. You think it was Chase?”

“Could have been.”

“Do you want me to check a second time? I trust you. I meant that. But I—I just need you safe, always.”

“I know, Oliver. And, if you want to check again, I won’t be mad,” she said, going over to the two laptops she had set up on the table. She powered both on. “I haven’t had a chance to look through my security yet.”

He followed close behind her. “Let’s look together.”

After a few taps and clicks, they found nothing. The last few minutes when she’d been in the shower had been wiped. She didn’t keep a camera in the bathroom or bedroom and turned them off when she was downstairs. No one was on the balcony either. Maybe it had been her imagination.

“Do you think it was maybe Helix?” Oliver asked, his eyes flashing with guarded concern. He was holding back judgment for her sake. “They could have wiped the system.” A few more clicks and taps told them that she had not been hacked.

“Sorry to call you over here. Maybe I knocked the book to the edge of the table before I went into the bathroom and it fell.”

“Maybe. Yeah. But just to be safe, I want to stay here tonight.”

She watched as he licked his lips, a serious and somewhat pained plea in his eyes. No. She shouldn’t give in. He needed more time. This was too fast. “Oliver, that’s not—“

“Please, Felicity?”

“I don’t know.” She fastened her eyes to the floor beneath her socked feet, pinching her lips in a line. “I already imposed on you last night.”

“By insisting on a cot to sleep on in the smallest recovery room known to man at ARGUS next to me?”

“You’re still recovering. You should sleep in your own bed,” said Felicity. As soon as the words slipped from her lips, her heart stung. His bed hadn’t been hers for far too long, and that wasn’t right. She knew it wasn’t, but they still needed time, didn’t they?

***

Her hair was down. Her glasses were on. She wore one of those long shirts she loved with a sports team name painted on it she didn’t care about – the Coast City Cardinals was the one she’d picked for the night. His heart squeezed at the knowledge of such an intimate Felicity Smoak detail. He knew so much about her. And Felicity? She knew as much about him as he did himself, but it still it wasn’t enough. He hadn’t done enough.

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” Oliver promised, watching her press the lips he needed to taste in that weakened moment together. He pushed back the urge with practiced ease.

“As opposed to my bed?” she quipped. She was treading on dangerous ground.

“Or the guest room down here,” he offered instead. “I think it’d be better if I kept watch…”

Felicity sighed. “All right. But just for tonight.”

Oliver released the weighted breath that had lodged itself in his chest and looked at his Felicity, blinking slowly, drinking the sight of her delicate features in. Rarely did he allow himself to do that anymore. He’d known she didn’t want him to. She’d told him she wasn’t ready for him again nearly a year ago after one of the most fun and passionate nights of his adult life, and he’d taken that to heart.  But now, things were different. She’d opened a door for them. And he’d uncoiled the depths of his soul to her while trapped by a mad man in a world they’d created – the Arrow bunker. He admitted his fears, told her the harshest most confusing truth he’d been battling. Then she’d come in and balmed his wounded spirit with gentle fingers stroking his sweaty skin as breath fought to stay in his body. She reminded him of the self he could be when looked at through her loving blue eyes.

He smiled at her, and felt his heart melt when she returned it, fully bloomed, bright and beautiful. “For at least tonight.”

She rolled her eyes. “Netflix Originals marathon then. I’ll pick five I approve of, then you can pick which one you want to see from there.”

Oliver chuckled. “I remember the routine well.”

“You need guidance when it comes to that kind of thing and you know it.”

“Wanna order Chinese?” Oliver asked.

Felicity looked over her shoulder at him with a hiked up eyebrow. “You know what happened the last time we had Chinese alone together.”

“No, I don’t remember. Could you refresh my memory?”

“Sit down and rest. I’ll call a pizza from Vinny’s.”

“Fair enough.”

Not too many hours later, they were several episodes into Stranger Things. It was Felicity’s second time watching and Oliver’s first – clearly since he did not ever consider watching television for recreation when he wasn’t with her or Thea. Oliver’s eyes slid down to the box of half eaten pizza and empty wine glasses. Felicity was nearly a foot away from him on the sofa, feet curled under thighs that her night shirt hardly hid. He watched her as the blue lights painted her face in a color softer and less frightening than the violet luminescence that allowed them to see when they’d been trapped in the bunker. It was television light, normal light, a light he’d see in the evenings when he sat cuddled beside her in Ivy town, on late nights when Arrow business was dead when they’d been together all those months, the light he pictured seeing when they had a family together – a life outside of being heroes. But that’s what he was, or at least, that was what Felicity believed him to be, and maybe she was right. He was far from perfect, and he was only a man. But he did the best he could, and yes, he liked killing – but maybe not in the way Chase wanted him to admit. Perhaps, he liked it because he was ridding the world of their ugly cold abusive souls. But he didn’t want to think about that right now. Right now, he wanted her in his arms. The urge was so strong, so overwhelming it nearly swallowed his heart.

“Felicity…” he choked out in a tangled whisper. When she turned to him, he added a soft, “Hey.”

She smiled, smooth and relaxed, then sucked her pretty lips between her teeth.

“I miss you, you know,” said Oliver.

Felicity released her lips and let out one of those loud types of sighs – one he couldn’t quite read.

She inched closer and closer to him then before he knew what was happening, she was in his lap, framing his face between her palms. She pressed a soft kiss to one stubbled cheek then the other. “I’m so glad you’re alive, Oliver, and that you’re here with me.”

“Felicity…” His eyes locked on to the smooth skin of her neck. He wanted so badly to suckle it, reacquaint himself with her sweetness.

She kissed his forehead and let out a shaky breath, making his heart knock in his chest. “I miss you, too, Oliver. All the time, but I want to wait for you.”

She pressed her lips to his. The sigh he let out was desperate and needy, but damn it, how could he care? This was the only human on earth that allowed him to be this vulnerable. She pulled back for a brief moment, warm air dancing between their lips, the electricity of hope mingling with it. Then they were kissing for the first time in far too long. He slipped his tongue into her mouth. Her whimper spurred him further on, but he held back not wanting to push her any further than she was willing to go. Her fingers clutching the fabric of his t-shirt filled his heart. He was home. He knew who he was when he was with her. God, did he know. He cupped her face in his rough hands and angled his head so he could access the sweet tang of her mouth in the way he wanted – reverently and purposefully. Gentle kisses between hungry insatiable ones took up several more minutes until Felicity tore her lips away and pressed her forehead against his. “I love you, Oliver. You know that, right?”

Heart shoved into his throat, he asked. “Still?”

“Always,” she whispered. He tucked her tiny hand between his two large one as if it was the most precious thing in the world and then brought her knuckles to his lips. He sighed then moved their now twined fingers to his heart.

“I love you, too, Felicity. And I trust you. Forever.”

He could see her eye shining in the glow from the television. “We’re gonna make it through this. You’re gonna make it through this,” she said. “I promise.”

They cuddled together for a few more minutes, watching the TV finish the episode they’d mostly missed, until Felicity yawned and announced she was heading up to bed. His thumb brushed against the little purple bruise above her eyebrow. “I hate it when you get hurt.”

“But we always save each other, right?”

“Always.”

He helped her clear their wine glasses, the pizza box and straighten up the living room.  “Well, goodnight, Felicity.”

“Goodnight,” she said, walking toward the staircase that led to her bedroom. She stopped and turned around. “Aren’t you coming?”

Oliver’s jaw dropped open, then he opened and closed his mouth a couple of times. When he saw she was waiting with expectant eyebrows high on her forehead, he grinned. He wasn’t going to argue. “Yes, ma’am.”

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Negan Imagine ~ Behind your Back

While Negan fancies the reader, she turns against him after the line-up and secretly begins to help Rick. 
Everything works fine till one day…

Originally posted by thewalkingdead

The cold lights in the hallways of the sanctuary flickered above you while you made your way to the hall as your thoughts circled around something.
Around something Negan had done in that one night a few weeks ago.
Hell, you knew that he did those things but you had never seen him doing it.
How he went along the people sitting in line just waiting for him to kill one.
His minute long monologue that still let a shiver run down your back.
The moment his bat stopped before one man and finally crushed down on him.
Negan’s chuckle before taunting the woman who had probably been that man’s girlfriend.
The second kill, how the dying man talked to his sobbing wife before Negan bashed also his skull to mush.
God you could understand their leader for threatening Negan and it made you feel deeply sorry as you saw him sobbing as Negan tested him with his own son.
The thing between you and Negan had always been weird.
He had have a thing for you from the first moment you had came here and since that day it had just become stronger.
You weren’t one of his wives, nor a regular savior, he didn’t even make you do that ridiculous “I’m Negan” thing and points were something you didn’t have to care about even though you still worked.
Of course, Negan was attractive and charming and over time you had build some attraction up to him but his deeds kept you far away from falling for him and the thing he did in that night hadn’t just asserted your doubts it had turned you against him and on someone else side.
Rick’s.
Every single week you brought something to them when the Saviors visited.
They took something and you brought something back.
Medicine, Food, sometimes even ammunition.
You hadnt have to worry about the points all that costed, the only thing you had to worry about was to take that much that it didn’t attract attention.
And to not attract that attention was also another thing needed.
And that was still pretending in front of Negan as if that night hadnt changed something for you.

You walked through the hall, trying to find the stall with the things you needed or better, with the things the people in Alexandria needed.
Your glance wandered over to one stall, a table covered with different things and some interesting things among them.
You walked over to it, already seeing things that could be usefull. 
“Number”, the woman sitting behind it asked without looking at you before she turned around and her eyes began to glare slightly.
“Oh right you don’t need points”, she said with an annoyed undertone.
“So, what do you need?”, she asked still annoyed.
“Just looking around, gonna tell you when I’ve found something”, you said, trying to sound somehow friendly.
Of course you could get whatever you wanted to, but you still worked here and didn’t sit around the whole day doing nothing even though you could.
You weren’t one of his wives.
You looked at the things on the table, a few pallets with tablets laying onto it that attracted your attention.
“I’ll take these”, you said grabbing the tablets before she grumpily nodded and you rushed out of the hall.

You made your way back to to your apartment while you opened your bag to let the tablets fall into it as you heard a way too familiar voice.
“There she comes”, you heard Negan chuckling singing.
You looked up feeling hot and cold mixing in your body as you hastily let the tablets fall into the bag while you saw him walking chuckling closer. 
“Shit you alright? You look as if someone shocked the hell outta you", Negan asked as he walked even closer before he took your hands and laid your arms around his neck before he slung his arms around your waist.
“No you just caught me unexpected, everything is fine”, you said while he looked smirking at you.
“Really? ‘Cause I think I just saw some fucking tablets slipping down in your bag”, he said raising his brows and nodding to your bag while your head worked at full speed trying find an answer.
“Just had some headache the last days and wanted to make sure I have something in my room in case it comes back”, you said while you saw some concern in his eyes while he slowly nodded.
“Alright, but you know that you can go to my Doc whenever some shit is off, right?”, he said still looking at you.
“I know”, you said while he began to smirk slightly again.
“If I wouldnt know that you’re that damn hard to get I’d suggest another way to get that damn headache once for all out of your head”, he said smirking at you while he chuckled as you huffed slightly but chuckled a bit with him.
Yes, for him you still were the one who was hard to get.
You couldn’t stand him for his misdeeds but at least he didn’t force you to do anything with him and that gave you a bit room to move and the security that you wouldn’t have to kiss him or even sleep with him to manipulate him.
You didn’t do this before and he would have noticed if you would have suddenly thrown yourself at him and would have defer to all his flirting, so the the only thing you needed to do was being not too distant, playing a bit along and showing him a bit affection here and there.
“We’re gonna go to Alexandria tomorrow, you gonna come with me again?”, he asked while his glance still didn’t leave your face.
“Yeah”, you answered, glad that he was the one asking you.
The less you had to ask for coming with him, the less he would notice why you actually wanted to Alexandria.
“Fucking great”, he said grinning at you before he huffed slightly.
”Would fucking love to stand here longer with you but I gotta get some shit done”, Negan said scoffing before he looked back at you and smirked again.
”But tomorrow Darling, we got the whole damn day”, he muttered smirking while pulling you a little closer.
”I hope so”, you said with a slight grin while you actually hoped to be able to spend the least time possible close to him.
Negan’s smirk mixed with a smile before he let go of you.
”See you tomorrow”, he said chuckling before he licked over his bottom lip, still looking at you before he turned around, swang Lucille over his shoulder and walked around he next corner.
As soon as he was out of earshot you breathed relieved out, his touch had build up a tension in you and now that he was gone, it slowly washed out of your body.
You swallowed before you walked back to your room, knowing that tomorrow would probably be a stressful day.

The sun slowly rose upon the horizon as the truck you sat in drove over the roads on its way to Alexandria.
You fumbled on the fabric of the sack on your lap knowing that it should be empty just like the ones of the others, but it wasnt.
Inside were the tablets from yesterday, a bit ammo and some more salves and medicine you collected over the last days.
It was less then the most times, but you had to be cautious and couldnt take big things that would attract attention.
And you couldnt get guns.
Not because they were too big, a small handgun would also do its job, but these weapons were something that would blow your cover.
They were way too fastidious kept record of to steal one of them, the only thing you could somehow get for Rick was the ammo and that was already hard enough.
But as far as you knew they were able to collect some guns on runs over the last weeks and you were glad that you could at least somehow help them.
You looked up and saw Negan turning from his passenger seat in the front around to you and a few of his men that sat with you in the back of the truck.
“Gonna be there soon”, he said before his glance wandered over to you.
“Can’t wait to see if we’ll find something fun there”, he said smirking as he winked at you before he turned slightly chuckling around.
You drove for some more minutes until you heard the motor of the truck stop and you walked behind the other Saviors over to the door.
As you finally stood at it you glanced down, only to see Negan holding his hand smirking up to you.
“You know, I’m a gentleman, Sweetheart”, Negan said smirking while you took his hand and hopped out of the truck before you felt his hand laying onto your lower back.
You still wanted to jolt up when you felt his touch, but held yourself back to pretend that you were comfortable with his closeness.
”Rick! fucking Rick, hope that you got some great ass shit for us”, you suddenly heard Negan call out, pulling his hand away from your back as he walked over to Rick.
You looked around as you saw the sign of Alexandria once again.
”Mercy for the lost. Vengeance for the plunderers.”
And every time you came here with the other Saviors, knowing that they’d take a whole lot of their stuff again, that motto let a shiver run down your back.
”(Y/N)? Come on we got stuff to do”, you heard Arat hiss as she walked past you and ripped you out of your thoughts.
You walked inside and looked around trying to find one of them to give them somewhere here the stuff you collected.
But before you could do that, you heard Negan walking over to you once again with a big smirk on his lips.
”Jesus, its fucking beautiful here”, Negan said while walking closer and slipping an arm around your waist.
”Can’t keep up with your beauty, but damn thats some greatass place”, he said looking around before not only you but also him saw someone.
”Kid”, Negan said pointing at Carl then showing him with his finger motion to come over.
”Would you show her the new fucking supplies your Daddy got? It really tickles my balls what new shit I get here! Almost like fucking Christmas!”, Negan shouted amused as he looked at the Saviors looked around.
”Yeah, I’ll show her”, growled Carl as he began to move towards one of the houses followed by you.
”Oh and Sweetheart? When you see something you like, fucking take it”, Negan said and winked at you as you turned around and just nodded.
You followed Carl, knowing that he wouldnt take you to the supplies before you could get the stuff you had with you to a safe place.
Every second you were with it out here, was a second you could get caught.

You walked into one house, stayed directly behind Carl while he walked up the stairs and lead you into a bedroom before he closed the door and turned around, knowing that now no one was able to hear you.
”How have you been?”, you asked while you began to pull out the stuff you brought with you.
”It’s getting better”, Carl said before you heard his voice raising again.
”Also because of you, thank you, really, not just from me, thank you from everyone, you’re a big help”, he said before you looked smiling up.
”Thats the least I can do”, you said while Carl smiled slightly at you.
”So I got you some medicine and ammo, hope I can get more the next time”, you said pulling out the last palette with tablets and began to get the things into a dresser, just in case someone Savior would get the idea to go through that house.
”Alright, I’m gonna show you our supplies now, just that Negan doesn’t get whiff of anything“, he said before walking down the stairs with you as you suddenly heard a loud voice.
”What the fucking shit is that crap here”, you heard Negan yell, his voice filled with anger.
Your head snapped into the direction his voice came from before you walked hastily over to a window to see what was happening outside.
”Rick, are you fucking with me?! Shit what the fucking shit”, Negan screamed before you could see the reason for Negan’s anger.
Ammunition, all the ammunition you had brought here over time, thorough stacked in front of him while you saw how other Saviors carried more to him.
They shouldn’t have found it, but they did and now you just didn’t know what was going to happen.
Your heart began to harshly pound against your chest as you saw the anger rising in Negan’s face.
”You push me Rick, you fucking push me”, Negan growled while you saw his grip around Lucille’s handle tighten.
”You collected and hid all that shit, all that damn fucking fuck shit?! I fucking thought that I made it clear in that one fucking night but I guess I was wrong. You’re even dumber than I thought Rick”, Negan growled and you could see from far how his eyes gleamed in anger.
„Every single one of you fuckers comes here now!“, Negan yelled before you saw the people walking shocked towards Negan and Rick.

„Shit“, you could just mumble before you saw Carl walking past you.

„I cant leave them alone“, he said before he looked swallowing at you as he opened the door and walked outside, followed by you.

„Darling, come over here, you wont believe what these dickheads did“, Negan said as soon as he saw you.

You walked over to him, not knowing what to do as you saw the people looking swallowing at the ammo on the ground.

„Tell me which one of you pricks gathered all that shit. And tell me now, or I’m gonna kill each one of you“, Negan yelled while you felt a cold shiver running down your back.

Silence.

Only silence while you saw the people around you trembling as the Saviors raised their guns to their heads.

„I begin to lose my fucking patience and damn, you don’t want that to happen“, Negan growled as you realized that you needed to do something or all this would turn into a bloodbath.

Your eyes met Carls who just shook his head seeing what you were about to do.
”It was me”, you suddenly said while Negan’s glance went irritated over to you.
”Sweetheart, thats not the fucking moment for jokes”, he said slightly chuckling before you swallowed and raised your voice again.
”I’m not joking Negan, it was me, I brought the ammo here”, you said determined even though your heart was hitting that hard against your chest now, that it felt like it would burst out of your ribcage in the next moments.
You saw Negan’s glance changing as he realized that you said the truth, his eyes narrowed while you saw his jaw clenching.
”Every single one of them on their damn knees”, he growled while he turned around to the other saviors before he turned back to you.
”In that house. Now”, he growled with a way to calm and dangerous voice before you realized that this could be the only way to not make everything worse.
You walked swallowing into the house while you could hear Negan’s heavy steps behind you until he walked past you into the living room.
You looked at him, seeing him realizing more and more that all you had done with him in the last weeks, every single soft touch, every single nice word, every single smile had been played.
He breathed heavily before he looked up to you and you saw the anger boiling over.
“You’ve been betraying me? You’ve been fucking betraying me? After everything?!”, he asked yelling while you could see some pain between all the anger flinching in his eyes.
But before you could answer he continued.
“For how fucking long?!”, he yelled clenching his jaw.
“After that night, that one night were you bashed their friends heads. I couldn’t get that out of my mind anymore”, you said tensed up.
“I needed to! They killed an assload of my men!”, he called heavily breathing out before he punched the wall growling.
“I fucking knew I shouldn’t have taken you there”, he growled to himself while he clenched his jaw harder.
“It’s not just that night, it’s also the iron, all the other fucked up things you do”, you called out while you kept looking at him.
“Punishment. Punishment is necessary”, he growled through gritted teeth.
“No the only thing it is, is disgusting”, you growled back before he breathed heavily out.
“Fucking fuck”, he growled running his hand through his hair still completely overpowered through what was happening in these moments.
You knew that you hadn’t just hurt his pride or dignity with betraying him, you had hurt something worse and something that was surprising that it was actually still left in a cruel man like him.
His feelings.
He wouldn’t do anything to you, you knew that.
But you weren’t sure what he would do now to the people outside.
He looked up his glance still mixed with anger and pain while he clenched his jaw as his breath became heavier again and the anger heated up before he took Lucille and swung the bat over his shoulder.
“Guess I gotta start all over again”, you heard him growl before he rushed past you as you gasped and you knew in these moments, that he the only thing on his mind right now was to hurt you as much as you had hurt him.
“No Negan”, blustered out of you as you saw him turning dangerously chuckling around.
“Oh Darling, be glad that I just bash one and not all of their fucking heads”, he said before his chuckle vanished and a cold mask laid all over his face as he stepped out of the door and you could see into the faces of the people kneeling in front of the house before the door shut.
You felt a lump creating in your throat before you heard the first bloodcurdling screams that let shivers run down your back and urged tears into your eyes.
One of them would die.
One of them would be beaten to death just like their friends in this one night.
One of them would have to feel all the pain Negan wanted them to feel.
And all of them would lose another part of their family.
Your hands balled into fists, your jaw clenched as you felt the sadness being overflowed by the anger that build up in you along with the determination that reached its highest point as you heard how the last loud sob turned silent.
Everything in your head was muddled and torn except one single thought that stood irrevocable there and was the only thing you knew for sure:

One day they would rise up and there was no doubt that you’d be with them.


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