time to work on my contestant~

Recently I came across this unpleasant surprise (on the right) and I need people to understand why I am so upset by this and why this is not okay. I am a freelance character designer. Meaning I make my living off creating characters and art. While I appreciate that my character designs have received so much love and attention that there has been an influx of 3D artists recreating my designs in 3D I am not okay with them being used commercially or for profit. This includes having them featured in books, magazines, prints, or contests none of these are okay without my consent. Whether or not I am creating a character for fun or commercially it is either I and or the client that has the final say on what will happen with the character and art at the end of the day. 

In this case the artist, Danny Mac, that created the 3D rendering of my Muse piece made a mistake when he agreed for Pixlogic to use his 3D rendering of my character. He and I are already talking in regards to this situation since he is stating this was a terrible error on his part and it will never happen again. While I respect Danny Mac as an artist and he is being very forthcoming and apologetic in regards to this situation I want it to be understood that if this was to ever happen again with anyone trying to use my characters in any way that I have not agreed to it will NOT be tolerated.  

Again, I am okay with 3D artist recreating my characters for fun or for their portfolio as long as they remember to provide credit and include a link to my original design. What is NOT okay is if they are featured in books, magazines, prints, or contests; recreated for commercial use; mass produced; or used for  profit without my consent.  

I work hard to create these characters and art pieces. I put a lot of time and effort into them and I will work just as hard to defend and protect my work. Please respect artist and the time and effort that goes into creating their art. 

My entry for @lackadaisycats ’s Halloween contest! I hope the quality is okay haha
I’ve been a fan of Lackadaisy for a while so its about time I did some fanart! Each update makes me wanna cry– its so beautiful and funny and it really inspires me to keep working on my own comic :’^)

This was prolly the fastest I’ve ever done a fully cleaned up and coloured animation…this took me 6 hours I think? Wish I could’ve added Rocky’s stripes but that wouldve taken 30 years. Anywayyyy please go read+support Lackadaisy– it’s an amazing comic!!! 😊

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Up, up and away, away from me
Well, it’s all right, you can all sleep sound tonight
I’m not crazy
Or anything

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Theories (Peter Quill)

Pairing: Peter Quill x OC

Warnings: None…tiny, tiny spoiler for Vol. 2

A/N: This might be complete crap, but I desperately needed to write some Quill. I hammered this out earlier this morning and just did a quick edit, no rewriting. But hopefully it’s post worthy! I think a second part is in order? xD

PART TWO HERE


Originally posted by despairingfever

The sound of bickering voices drifted back from the cockpit, making me roll my eyes. I lowered the manuscript I was flipping through.

“Will you two morons cut it out already?” I hollered. I waited a beat, but the arguing went on. Probably hadn’t even heard me. Anyways, it wasn’t my job to break up the idiotic pissing contest that went on between Rocket and anyone he met. Or at the moment, Drax.

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I LIVE!!!  Sorry for the epicly long absence everyone.  To be honest, the last couple of months have been rough with work and moving and dealing with some health issues (don’t worry, I’m fine, some chronic health problems have just decided to return is all).  I’m realizing that I need to take things slower whether I like it or not, and I also need to make time for my own work.  It’s what makes me happiest.

So in that vein, here’s a piece I made for @miniludvin in exchange for the AMAZING painting I won from her in her last contest.  I love her work so much (everyone go check it out!).  I hope you like your little bunny! 

You’re the One (Daveed x Reader)

Summary: Based on an ask I saw about reader/Daveed being roommates. The reader teases him about his appearance on Sesame Street. Fluff.

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

A/N: This was a good idea. Good job anon.


“D!” You yelled as soon as you heard the apartment door open.

“What?” Daveed went into the kitchen, rifling around in the fridge for something to eat.

“You didn’t tell me you were going to be on Sesame Street!”

“I guess I forgot? I don’t know, I’ve been busy.” He plopped down next to you and handed you a beer, sighing. He looked tired.

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White Lies: Part 5

A Bucky x Reader / Fake Dating AU Series

Master List

A/N: Omg, another part in less than a weeks time? I know, I know. It’s a miracle. But I’ve got my writing mojo back, and it feels good. Also, I’m sorry for this part, okay? It was bound to happen. Don’t hate me (or Bucky :/) As always, I live for your asks, reblogs, and replies, so keep them coming. Let me know what you think (aka let me feel your pain) ♥

Word Count: 1,431

Warnings:
- mild angst.
- language.
- Bucky is a little shit.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

Pizza’s here…

It played over and over in your brain, echoing like a broken tape recorder; the anger building inside you making it louder and louder. You felt your fists ball up at your sides, wanting to punch the nearest object.

How dare he? This wasn’t just a game anymore. That kiss meant more than some kind of stupid ploy to convince his parents that you were a real couple. They weren’t even here. Who was Bucky trying to impress?

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Baby Sister

Summary: The reader is a year younger than her brother, Steve Harrington. She has been sneaking out to see Billy and Steve finds out. A little bit of Billy fluff as well….

Author’s Note: These boys I SWEAR. I’ve seen a request to do a part two, so let me know if that’s something you’d like. xxxx

Originally posted by hcrringrcve

I stood in front of my mirror, putting my face on for the night. See, Billy Hargrove had somehow gotten me to fall in love with him. I don’t know how. The guy could be a real prick. Which was precisely why I was plotting to sneak out tonight. A knock on my door made me jump,

“Hold on a sec!” I yelled, placing my tube of lipstick down on my vanity. I prayed that my brother wouldn’t open the door. He would ask questions if he saw me all dressed up. We had helped each other sneak out before. He wanted to make sure that he knew where I was, just in case. But this time, there was no way in hell I could tell him where I was going.

         “Just me. Going to bed!” Steve hollered, “Don’t be blasting that shit you listen to all night.”

        “Night, jackass!” I retorted, letting out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

I wrestled on my jeans, the ones that made my ass look phenomenal. I tugged on my leather jacket over it just as there was a slam of a car door outside. I slipped my boots on before peering out my window. The dull glow of a lit cigarette under my window told me he was here. I turned out the lights, snagging my purse before flinging my window open. I wriggled out onto the roof, using extra caution not to tumble off onto my ass. Like I did the last time… Which I will never hear the end of.

I scooted on my butt, closing the window behind me. I slid off the gutters and into the arms of the boy below. He caught me around the waist, urgently pressing his lips to mine.

        “You stuck your landing.” He applauded.

I hummed against his lips, tugging back slightly, he followed me though.

        “Okay! Stop! Steve’s still awake!” I hissed between kisses, glancing up at his bedroom window to see the light on.

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Agents of SHIELD but it’s not as serious

so I love Agents of SHIELD don’t get me wrong but what if…there was a lighthearted show about SHIELD? Like agents who aren’t involved in all of the life-threatening missions?

“Oh god Cristina sent out another spam email about her lunch in the fourth floor breakroom fridge…someone stop her.” 

“Hey, what did Director Fury say during that speech? I spaced out after he mentioned percentages.” “Oh, same. I think it was about cutting back on the printer costs. Ask Coulson about it.” 

They tell all the newbies the urban legends that SHIELD has. Like the legend that Natasha Romanoff will protect you if you leave her three bottles of wine and a knife sharpener at her house. (No one knows where she lives, that’s the fun part of it.) Or the legend that Director Fury used to have hair. “No one has pictures, but they think that Coulson might have one,” one of the techies whispers. 

Maria Hill is a walking legend. She’s the Director’s righthand person, and for good reason. She can handle anything with absolutely zero reaction. (She comes into work covered in glitter one day, and no one questions it except for Barton. Hill responds that she was making a card for her niece. Everyone knows that that isn’t true, mainly because Maria used to live in the middle of nowhere, and she hates her family. True story.) 

The agents have a feud, like the scientists versus the fields. Only it’s much wider. The desk agents hate the field agents, because it’s like the sports vs. arts departments in school; the funding goes to sports (the field agents) while the art students get a budget, but it’s about enough to pay a pack of cheap paintbrushes and a gallon of paint. The desks’ biggest success to date is stealing the best coffee machine from the fields. 

There’s a trend started by Coulson after an agent was caught stealing extra staples, and he asked him “Do you think Captain America would think this is a good idea?” The trend starts because a.) everyone at SHIELD knew that Steve Rogers was a reckless idiot who jumped out of planes with no plan or parachute and b.) Coulson’s basically a dad. (Honest-to-god they had a company picnic and the man wore black socks with sandals.) 

And as for the company picnics??? don’t go if you can’t shoot. They have a paintball war. Last year Agent 13 couldn’t be found for six hours. It turns out she fell asleep in a tree. Barton won by not giving up. Fury grills burgers. They’re legendary. You do not want to trust whoever made the potato salad if there’s not a placard by it because almost every year the potato salad is bad in some way. 

There are SHIELD memes that get passed down through every generation. They have a phrase that basically means “don’t be stupid” but instead they say “don’t pull a Harrison” after an old agent accidentally let a serial killer get away by being distracted by a puppy. (it happens too often.) Melinda May is the starter of at least four, because she used to be this huge prankster. She even pranked Fury once. 

Secret Santas are legendary. You always want to participate. 

Everyone talks about the time Natasha Romanoff showed up to work in an insanely ugly Christmas sweater. Clint said he made it. No one was surprised. 

They have contests for who can give the best excuse as to why they didn’t do their paperwork. Maria Hill, surprisingly, is in the lead. 

“I accidentally went to Russia and left my paperwork in St. Peter’s Basilica,” she said boredly. “Whoops.” 

also like TO be honest its very bizarre and alarming that so many people willingly subject themselves to this type of moralistic superior pissing contests where in order to engage with “problematic” media they must either continuously self flagellate or lash out at others because like.. i have ocd and ive been spending literally the past two years working on no longer doing this because it is horrible for my mental health and actively prevents me from having any leisure time whatsoever and its just like. the expected mindset on here. like if youre not doing this youre a bad person 

My suicidal tendencies are absurd. Because, you know, rational thought doesn’t really get through to me. Things like “it’ll get better” or “you matter” don’t get through to me on bad days (not even on good days half the time). Telling me my problems are solvable has never worked for me. See, thing is, I’m not dead because of a thousand things that don’t really matter at all. I haven’t killed myself because of the fact that I borrowed a pencil from a girl in my German class and haven’t returned it yet, because I haven’t finished that sketch I’ve been working on, because I haven’t shown my friend that one photo, because the next Fall Out Boy album isn’t out yet, because I haven’t told my crush how much they mean to me, because I haven’t finished creating my best friend’s birthday present, because I don’t know if that poem I entered in that contest is getting published, because I have a role in our school play and there’s no understudies, because I told mom I’d wash the dishes tomorrow. And it doesn’t make any sense, because all I want is to be dead, but at the same time, I haven’t finished my to do list yet, and I just can’t leave it. And so I’m literally living on a stream of" after this". And it doesn’t make any sense, but listen, if you’re suicidal, find your to do list. Don’t kill yourself, because you have video games to beat and dishes to wash and books to finish and rooms to clean and things to return tomorrow

A very Phyrexian 240 Follower Giveaway!

Greetings all! The name’s Zubairul, and it’s been a few months since I first made my entrance here on Tumblr! I’ve been playing Magic for more than half my life, met some cool people, and picked up some unique stuff along the way. I’ve met so many wonderful people in the time I’ve spent on this site, and today I thought I’d give back to the community in the best way I know! I know, it seems a bit soon for a giveaway, but I made a promise, and I intend to see it through!

I like to collect unique stuff in Magic (pimp foils just don’t cut it for me!), so I thought I’d try to set the theme as such!

You might ask, “why a giveaway at 240 followers?”

Well, quite simply, I forgot to do this when I had 200 followers, and to make up for it, I added a couple extra cards to make up for that lost time.

As a lot of people might not be too familiar with some of the cards/miscuts/misprints here, I thought I’d give a brief description of each, so if you want to know more about the two prizes and see fancy closeups, you might wanna click open that “read more” below!


Rules

Ah yes, rules, the thing that means I can’t play Splinter Twin in Modern anymore. Don’t worry though, these aren’t as horrible.

- This contest will end on May 15th, and I’m going to post the results through an online stream and on my Tumblr, so keep an eye out on the day of the prize draw!

- You gotta be a follower if you wanna participate, thems the brakes!

- One reblog = One entry, you’re free to reblog as much as you want, but only the first time counts!

- I can ship worldwide, but if its anything outside of Canada, and especially if it’s the Sacred Foundry, we’re going have to work out something on partial shipping coverage from your end!

- Please have asks/PMs open so I can message you about winning and work out shipping!

- Last thing, if the winner of either prize doesn’t come forward to claim it within a week, I’ll do another redraw!

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Through the pain for a New Life

Well, it’s time to post my picture which I drew for the contest ‘The Elder Scrolls Online’. First - certainly I am pleased that my work was noted in consolation prizes. Second - I’ll not pretend, I’m still VERY surprised by the choice of the jury. Until now I can’t believe that they just threw out the great pieces (pieces that are better than mine) but they chosen drawings that don’t even match the conditions of their own competition. Because by the rules they accepted only vertical “portrait” formats… in the end 4 of 6 works were HORIZONTAL format. And another one even wasn’t in the contest’ gallery. I don’t know. You can say that my words are just an insult - again, who argues, of course it is! I’m really terribly sorry for my friends, their efforts and time spent on… that your piece is used as a background image for stream (without any credits ofc). And that’s all. And that’s all.

I just want to say that I don’t want to blame other participants, some drawings I really like. But when the rules of the contest are violated by their creators… it’s not cool. Perhaps, no contest for us anymore. Just no.

The New Year is coming, the time for miracles and the time to see that your attempts were again unnecessary to anyone.

Anyway, now I have a picture.

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[LONG AGO, THE WORLD WAS NOTHING MORE THAN AN ENDLESS SEA, CLOAKED IN A BOUNDLESS SKY…]

BIONIS AND MECHONIS ARE HERE!!!

I am proud to present them after many months of hard work!!! I created these two for my senior project, which is essentially an optional program at my school where you can do anything you want as a sort of a capstone, so I decided to make these two because I thought it would be super cool (AND IT IS)

I debuted them at Motor City Comic Con 2017 and I am so proud to say that I won the grand prize in the cosplay contest!!!!! For my first time working with EVA foam I’d say I did pretty well for myself. I am so pleased with how they both turned out and I hope you enjoy too!!! Thanks to all of you who watched my progress and supported me all the way through these! ;u;

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I don’t enter cosplay contests often, but when I do I sure like to do them back to back!

We’re returning from the dead to post again now that my life isn’t consumed by the behemoth that is Seraphim.  We had a TON of fun competing at both NYCC’s Eastern Championships and Twitchcon this month, and although I’m a little sad they’re over that means more time to make new outfits and wigs!  Expect more posts coming soon now that I’m not working on this thing 24/7!

Photos by @JohnJiaoPhotography and @SingerSewingCompany

Gold Digger?

Summary: Tony is in love. The team is weary. You are… a gold digger?

Warnings: Angst, and Fluff

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

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Originally posted by robertdowneyjrfanfacts

Tony Stark was head over heels in love. He was so beyond in love with you, in his eyes you were perfect. You were the first woman that Tony saw after Pepper walked out on him. At first, the team was happy for Tony, you seemed to accept the fact that he was Iron Man and at times he would have to leave you for the job. But, within a matter of days, Tony came into the common room announcing to the rest of the team that he was in love with you and that he has already asked for you to move to the tower. The team was too dumbfounded to respond, and the next day they saw Tony carrying your stuff to his room. That’s when the team started to feel weary of you. Natasha was the first to voice her concerns, you seemed too perfect to her, and after running a thorough background check on you, she told the team that you were nothing more than a gold digger.

Captain was shocked at this conclusion and tried to reason with Natasha but once she laid out the proof it was convincing. You were a college dropout, who had been working at a small coffee shop on the outskirts of town getting harassed by loan collectors. You only had about a thousand dollars in your bank account before Tony and you had gotten together. After you moved in, your bank statement and living style completely changed. There was a steady income of 1000 dollars coming into your account every week, and the loans had been paid off as well. Though Bucky and Steve argued that you could have gotten a new job or something to explain the sudden rise of wealth, Nat pointed out that of the weeks you had been staying with them, you had only gone out for dates with Tony, or grocery shopping. On top of this, every time he would go off on missions Tony would come back with some sort of gift for you, it started off cheap and cheesy, but lately, they all noticed that Tony’s presents for you were getting more and more expensive. The avengers knew that the money he was spending on you wasn’t that much considering Tony was a multi-billionaire but it was the blind trust and love he had for you that concerned them. They never saw the two of you doing anything together, you would occasionally go on dates with him and you two shared a room. However, most of the time he was at the tower Tony was usually working in his lab, and you never came around to visit him or get him out of there.

They all tried in their own way to get Tony to realize that you weren’t in love with him, rather you were in love with the money and gifts he gave you, but nothing worked, he was too deep under your spell.

One morning Tony was preparing breakfast for himself, while the rest of the avengers were scattered throughout the kitchen. They had all just returned from a week-long mission in India shutting down a terrorist cell. “Tony,” you called out to him catching the attention of the rest of the team as well.

“Hello gorgeous,” he said, moving to place a kiss on your cheek. You hesitantly allowed him to kiss you, Tony’s love and your contradicting reaction flared the avengers hatred for you.

“Baby I saw this on the bedside, what is it?” you asked holding up an exquisite box.

“Oh, here,” he replied opening the box. Inside was a pair of bangles bejeweled with emeralds and rubies. “These bangles were last worn by the princess Mastani, they were a present from her husband Peshwa Bajirao. Their love story is one that is infamous in India, I saw them thought of you.”

Tony was expecting you to be ecstatic like you were for all the other presents he had got you. However, for the past few weeks, he noticed that you were becoming less and less excited at the presents he got you. Thinking it was because they weren’t special or expensive enough, he tried to up his game getting you presents, each one more expensive than the one before it. “Can you get them exchanged?” you asked. Disappointed as he was that you didn’t like what he got you, he just wanted you to love him back so with a sigh he chirpily responds, “Sure Pumpkin what can I get you?”

But before you could respond Natasha made a noise which was somewhere between a groan and a scream. Bruce looked like was trying hard not to turn into the Hulk, and the rest of the team looked at you with disgust. “That is enough,” she growled at you.

“Stand down Romanoff,” Tony joked, shielding you from everyone’s sight but Nat wouldn’t have any of it.

“Why are you so blind Tony? She is nothing but a gold digger, can’t you see that? She’s been using you to pay off debts, and fill her bank account! Don’t you dare argue back, I ran a background check on her, Tony. She’s a college dropout who was getting harassed by debt collectors. She only had a thousand dollars in her account and worked a small coffee shop. Then you come along, suddenly her bank account gets a thousand dollars every week, and her loans are paid off. She doesn’t work at that coffee shop anymore, frankly, she does nothing but still on her ass all day. Do you two even talk? Tony, she only comes out when you take her out on fancy dates. She can’t love you, Tony, she’s incapable of caring for you! Kick her out!” Nat screamed.

“THAT’S ENOUGH NATASHA!” Tony screamed, a staring contest ensued between Tony and her.

“You paid off my loans?” you asked quietly. Your voice was broken and for the first time since the screaming session started everyone’s eyes turned to you. You were in tears, hugging yourself to keep the shaking to a minimum.

Tony thought about lying, but once he saw your broken form sighed, shoulders slumping as he said, “Yes.”

“DAMMIT TONY!! HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU I DON’T NEED YOUR MONEY!!!” you screamed, frustrated turning away from him.

“I’m sorry baby I just wanted to help you out. You’re doing so well with your writing and making money from that. I wanted you to just be focused on getting better at that rather than worrying about paying off your debts,” Tony stated, moving towards you to try and calm you down.

You moved away from him, still angry, “Do you hear what your friends think of me, Tony? They think that I’m a gold digger. Tony this is why I said I didn’t want your money, this is why I refused to go out with you for months. Oh and by the way, what I want in exchange of these bangles is JUST TWO DAMN HOURS OF YOUR TIME! You buy all these expensive gifts for me, and go on for hours telling anything and everything that will listen that you love me but you don’t have time to just be with me! You’re always in that lab of yours, for weeks I just let you be there thinking you need your time, and that you would come around soon enough. But no, you stay there, coming to bed way after I’ve fallen asleep, getting up before I wake up. I LOVE YOU TONY! NOT THE PRESENTS YOU GET ME AND THE MONEY YOU COULD GIVE ME! I LOVE YOU, AND NO PRESENT, NO MATTER HOW PRICELESS WILL EVER EQUVILATE TO GETTING TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU!” You stormed away, tears flowing down your cheeks leaving a bunch of avengers heavily confused.

Realizing her mistake, Natasha speaks up, “I’m sorry Tony.”

A sarcastic laugh escaped his mouth, “I’m not the one you should say that to.”

“We were just worried that she was using you for money. You can’t blame us for thinking like that Tony, she moved in a week after you announced you were dating her,” Steve tried to reason.

“So, what you ran a background check on her? Why couldn’t you just trust my decision?” Looking around at the sorry faces of the team he sighed. “I’ve known her since I was a kid. We kinda drifted apart as I went off to college. I found her working at the coffee shop by chance. When we were teens, I had a huge crush on her but couldn’t really tell her, because she was the only true friend I had, and I didn’t want to lose that. She looked so miserable working at the shop, and when we got talking she told me that her family died leading her to drop out of college, not having anyone to help her. She wanted to be a writer, when we were kids that’s all the girl could do. She used to write constantly, so I got her introduced to a publisher who fell in love with her work. She’s been working on different projects, that’s where the 1000 dollars per week comes from. It took me months to convince her to go out with me, we’ve both been in love with the other since we were 15, and I didn’t want to lose any more time. That’s why she moved in so quickly. I should have explained all this to you guys before,” Tony explained.

The team looked around at the each other, they all felt guilty for judging you instead of finding out more information. Tony made his way to his and your room, knowing that he gave you enough time to cool down. Upon entering, he saw your curled-up figure on the bed facing away from him, his heart wrenched within its cavity to know that, although unintentionally, he hurt you. He climbed in underneath the covers and pulled you close to his chest, hiding his face on the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent. “I’m sorry I yelled babe,” you quietly said as you moved to face him. Tony looked at you as if he was seeing you for the first time.

“I am so lucky to have you, you know that? I’m the one who should be sorry. I should have spent more time with you, please don’t leave me,” Tony desperately clung on to you.

“Tony Stark, I’ve put up with you since I was 5. It’s safe to assume that I will never leave you,” you laugh and pull him into a kiss.

“I love you(Y/N/N). So much. Now, how about we cook something together, and then have a horror movie marathon,” Tony exclaimed pulling you off the bed with him.

As you entered the kitchen you noticed the team huddled together. “Not coming up with a way to throw me out of the Tower I hope,” you sass. They immediately stood up straight, all with the same guilt-ridden expression about them.  

“Hey (Y/N/N), we’re really sorry. It was wrong of us to spy on you in the first place, but it was even more wrong of us to judge you based on the little information we had on you,” Steve started.

“I apologize too, (Y/N/N). I called you things and I regret it,” Natasha said not even able to look at you.

“Forgive us,” Bucky added.

“Guys, it’s okay. All you knew about me was my bank statement that seemed to drastically change as soon as I started to date your friend. You were just looking out for him. I understand, if I was in your shoes I probably would have done the same thing,” you reassured. At your statement, they all let out a breath of relief making you giggle.

“She’s great isn’t she?” Tony bragged as he wrapped his arms around your waist hugging you from the back.

“Yeah, she is. Don’t screw this up Stark,” Sam said.

“Don’t plan on it, Birdman,” Tony responded picking you up and bringing you the bedroom, earning a squeal from you. “Screw cooking together, let’s just stay in bed.” Which is what you guys ended up doing, Tony showed you how much you meant to him, in several different ways. You were sure that you wouldn’t be able to walk for the next few days, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Alex was sick and tired on constantly being bullied by his next door neighbour George. For as long as Alex could remember he had always been much smaller than George, even though they were the same age.

It all got worse when George started working out at age 12, he seemed to take to it so naturally and his muscles just grows. Alex meanwhile had begged his parents to get him some workout equipment or at least let him join a local gym, they could never afford it, so he was stuck being small and skinny. George never missed an opportunity to let Alex know how big he was, he would walk around topless and flex when he knew Alex was looking.

Over the years the jealously and resentment grew within Alex, while the cockiness grew in George. He was the king of the high school and knew it, all the girls wanted to sleep with him and although most would never admit it, most of the guys did as well. The bullying continues and soon school was hell for Alex.

That was when he found out his gift. He had the ability to steal traits of another. Anything for age and muscle right through to penis size and body hair. The funny thing is only the the people he used his power on knew anything had changed. He knew he had to be careful with his power, but he also couldn’t resist the opportunity to finally get his own back.

One afternoon he looked out of his bedroom window and could see George working out in his garden next door. All he needed to do was make skin to skin contact and his powers would do the rest.

Sneaking into next doors garden he snuck up quietly behind George and pressed his hand straight onto his back. Immediately George froze and Alex could feel his power work and the muscle literally pump itself out of George, up though his arm and into the rest of the body. It felt amazing, it was bliss, so much so that Alex accidentally took a bit more than he meant to leaving George much smaller that he had previously been, although the upside was that he was also much bigger and than George was.

“What the fuck!” George screamed, it a much higher voice as he looked down at his now much less muscular body. Shit, alex though knowing he must have absorbed some of Georges testosterone as well. But Alex didn’t actually care and just smirked as he flexed in front of George, “Pay back time” he smirked.

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Sorry for the delay in getting these stories out, I have been super busy at work. But here is the first of my contest winners stories, this story is for @agmsye Alex - Muscle Theft

The one where Harry meets the Missus

He dated a bit during his late teens and early twenties, but he never found the person he was looking for. He found girls who wanted him for his physique, name, lifestyle, and some who were genuine but could never figure out how he liked to be loved. He was the affectionate type but with his work schedule, it became difficult to show physical love to his significant other. Harry found ways to show them that he was thinking of them by sending them texts throughout the day to know he was thinking of them, making sure they ate, or were comfortable during tough weeks. It seemed that after a while, they became bored and in the end he was left broken hearted; just like this last time.

He was a person of routine on his days to himself in London town: up by 7am, ate a light snack, run, shower breakfast, work, and repeat. At least, that’s what it has been like the past few weeks and he had grown tired of it. Harry decided to get back into running through the neighborhoods to change things up rather than in the confines of a stale, smelly gym. Working out was his therapy when things got to be too much and he needed the time to focus on himself and his well-being. Running from his home in Hampstead right into Primrose Hill was his favorite route. There was character in London. He loved seeing the little ones and their parents walking to school, the opening of his favorite café where he could choose his own mug, and the delicious smell of bread in the bakery near his home.

It wasn’t until a few weeks ago when he had his Aha! moment siting in that very café looking out into the colorful homes that lined the street adorned with vines of blooming flowers where realized he had been looking for love in all the wrong places. He needed to fall in love again with himself and the life he built rather than in a person. In his journal he wrote “Finding love within myself, in friends, family, and through experiences rather than forcing companionship. The one will come. Give it time” with a latte stain adorning the top of the page. So he waited, and ran, and worked his bum off, waiting for her to show up.

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@xxerru ’s #alteregoboyfriends. They extended the deadline for their contest & that meant it was time to get my ass up & work on it. This doesn’t count as an entry because it’s editing+drawing, this was just to join in on the fun & also challenge myself. I think i did alright?

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