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anonymous asked:

Hello friend! Although I've been practicing in digital art for almost 3 years, I'm never completely satisfied by the result of my works. I usually never like the coloring. And from what I've seen you have the most unique and beautiful coloring style. So, I wanted to ask you, how did you find it? How did you expirement and settled in this style? Thank you for your time!

!!!! Thank you so much! ;v; 

We’ll start with ygo !!  because everything else before that is Dark Past and absolutely terrifying Never Again

early 2015, I used to try doing semirealistic art because artists like jiyu-kaze, artgerm, and sakimichan
the last piece took probably 2 weeks???? it was painful lmao

I used to do the thing where you painted everything in grayscale first and then used a bunch of layer modes to layer colors on top, inspired by this, and it carried over to my tg art. it would take maybe long time to finish anything because I didn’t really know how to use it correctly. 

 Then my style started off being inspired by sui-zakki  (the author of tg), especially these pieces xx, x

I switched to using base colors after a while and tried to paint the way ishida did. I really liked the way that his art wasn’t exactly smooth?? or that you could still see the edges of each color next to each other… the colors looked really sharp and abstract. You could say this is the start of the style I have right now <:
Along with base colors, I used a lot of lumi & shade layers to add highlights and shadows. My backgrounds were usually a lot softer and sort of random at the time (I think you can see my style improvement best through the way I drew/colored my backgrounds ‘v’ )

Around 2016ish, the colors I used were lighter because I used less lumi & shade and used more on overlay and multiply layers (this is what I do now) or by coloring with only changes in opacity (this was mostly influenced by ammeja). There’s the prominent geometric edges or whatever in my colors because I started using a more square-ish brush for everything and I really liked how it looked when the colors weren’t seamlessly blended together. (the victor in the center was my first yoi fan art, he looks so different now asjdfjgjgjgjf :’> )

I color in a more blocky/geometric style, and instead of painting my pieces and smoothing them out like the ones above, I just stuck with sketches/lineart (this old tg piece is the one that got me to stick to lineart).
My coloring was mainly influenced by barachan, lanxin, and seventypercentethanol, and their pieces like xx, x
yahoberries (I love her art so much you don’t understand) influenced my blue/white outlines as well as the stray blob of colors that I sometimes don’t erase around my art
I really like crystal/gem-looking colors, and having geometric shapes as highlights or shades looked pretty cool too, so that’s how my style happened <3

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Best Singing Compilation - Miyano Mamoru: Vocal King (~GENERATING!~ Edition). ♡

Anything For My Queen

The Request: I was wondering would u want to do a one shot ware Negan’s got himself a queen they’re n love and she has a rough day so they choose to have some alone time and Negan enjoys her more dominant side

Summary: The OC has a hard day after Negan’s people decide not to listen to her orders and Negan tries to make her feel better. 

Characters: Negan & Reader (OC)

Notes: I should have done this a long time ago, I’m terribly sorry that it took so long. I’m working on some of the requests I have gotten. Slowly, but I’m doing it. 

Warnings: Swearing & Smut

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11307087

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So, I feel this needs to be said because I imagine someone is gonna bring it up at some point.

tl;dr - please search my blog thoroughly for resources and utilize my tagging system to find what you are looking for before asking questions, because I am no longer able to provide full resource lists as I have done in the past.

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The biggest advice I can give someone is to let yourself be sad, it might sound silly and obvious but hear me out:

Most people will fake being happy after something horrible or sad happens to them, DONT do that. Tell people you are upset, lay in bed for a week, cry as much as you need to, eat whatever will make you feel a little bit better because in the long run, you will be much happier in the future because you took the time to go through the pain and heal, if you act like nothing’s wrong and not allow yourself to be sad the pain will last much much longer and you might possibly never get over it. It’s okay my friend, be upset, just know it’s not going to last forever

3 A.M. (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

394. “It’s 3am and you’re the only person in McDonald’s right now and why do I have to work the night shift”

A/N: Okay, so this is the first fic I’ve ever posted online so be gentle, please lol. I really have been meaning to write this for a long time, but it took some self-convincing. Anyways, here it is and enjoy! I do take requests about anything to be honest so ask away!

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You were bored. Scratch that, you were dying from boredom. Why did you have to work the night shift, rather why was there even a night shift? It’s currently past midnight and the only customers you’ve had since midnight are junkies without money. You were resting your head on your hand and leaning over the counter. You sighed heavily and stared at the clock, watching the minutes pass by. You wanted nothing more than to wash the grease off of you and to lay down in your bed watching your favorite show on Netflix. 

Just then, the bell hanging above the door chimed. A customer at this ungodly hour of the night? You instantly recognized who the customer was. He was wearing a flannel with a striped T-shirt underneath. He wore big glasses and had brown hair and plastered on his face was his big shit-eating grin. The insanely annoying Jared Kleinman. But he was also your friend, so maybe he can tell you some of his stupid jokes to cheer you up. 

“Why are you here? Seriously, it’s 3 am.” 


“Is that how you talk to paying customers? Honestly, I’d like to speak to your manager.” 


“Go ahead, she’s probably in bed asleep considering she left 3 hours ago. What do you want, Kleinman?” 


“I just wanted to visit my best friend slaving away her youth in a shitty fast food chain restaurant. Are you seriously the only one working?”


“Afraid so. There’s no point in me being here.” 


“You’re right. Let’s ditch it and go to my house.” 


“Isn’t that a little suspicious? You know, a girl actually wanting to be at your house at 3 am?” 


“Fuck off. I’m trying to save you from this hellhole, but if you’re going to act like that-” 


“Look, it’s not that I don’t want to, but I can’t just leave.” Jared looked around the restaurant. Literally he searched every corner of the dining area and came back. 


“That’s funny, I don’t see anyone else here. No manager to force you to stay. C’mon, live a little (Y/N).” 


“I appreciate the sentiment, Jared, but seriously, I can’t go. Maybe another night.” 


“Alright, I guess I'll tell everyone to come in, then.” 


“Everyone?” Jared smirked and dialed a number on his phone. 


“Yeah, man, she said she can’t leave. Alright, come on in.” 


He shut his phone off and you stared at him in confusion. Just then, you heard a couple car doors slam shut. The bell chimed again and in walked Connor, Zoe, Evan, and Alana. 


“Guys, what the hell are you doing here?” 


Zoe answered you, “Since you couldn’t leave work, we decided to come here to try and convince you to hang out.” 


“But you guys can’t stay unless you buy something.” 


Everyone “checked” their pockets for money, meaning that they didn’t actually look for the sake of getting you to leave your job. Connor spoke, 


“Aww man, we don’t have any. Guess you’ll have escort us out and then ditch this place.” 


“Alana, you’re going along with this?” 


“I know, it seems so out of character, but Fridays aren’t fun without you, (Y/N).”

You wiped your hand on your face and looked at your friends’ pleading faces.


“Okay, okay, fine. I’ll leave. But if I get fired, it’s on you.” 


Jared clapped your back, “Aaand we can help you find a new one. One that doesn’t make you work a night shift at 3 am on Friday nights.” 


You locked up the restaurant. You had changed clothes before leaving and even put on some deodorant because no one likes lingering McDonald’s smell. Everyone else had already piled in Jared’s car. Jared hung back with you. You turned to him, 


“So, you’ve dragged me out of work to hang out? We could’ve done this another night, you realize.” 


“Now what kind of friend would I be if I let my best friend in the whole world out to dry working?” 


“A normal one..?” 


“Good thing I’m not normal. Unless you’d rather be in there with all the grease fuming up into your hair-” 


“No! I-I’m happy that you came and got me.” 


“That’s what I thought. I mean who can resist the insanely cool Jared Kleinman?” 


 You two began walking to his car as you said, “Oh, definitely not me, Jared. My life would be too boring without you.” 


You were joking when you said that, but you knew deep down that it was true. If it wasn’t for Jared, you’d still be at work, bored out of your mind. Jared always came to the rescue, whether it was getting you to ditch work or to even chase off creepy guys who were flirting with you. You couldn’t imagine your life without him. 


You got in the passenger seat while Jared got in the driver’s seat. He smiled at you as he turned on the radio. He plugged in his phone and began playing Cupcakke’s Deepthroat. You and the rest of the gang started shouting the lyrics, except for Evan and Alana who were terrified at the horrid lyrics. 


Jared pulled into the parking lot of a park. Everyone got out and ran around like kids. You laughed at Connor and Evan who were recreating the Jack and Rose scene from Titanic at the top of the slide. The night was filled with many pictures and snapchat videos of you all just goofing off and having the time of your lives. You saw a tree at the back end of the park that seemed sturdy enough to climb, so you raced towards it. You reached up to the lowest branch and hoisted yourself up. You grabbed onto the next branch and sat upon it. You leaned back against the trunk and watched your friends run around.


“Hey, you better be careful up there. You don’t wanna end up falling out of it like Tree Boy over there.” 


“I’ll be fine, Jared, I used to do this all the time when I was younger.” 


Jared hoisted himself onto the branch that was next to yours. He faced the trunk of the tree and leaned against the other branches. You smiled and averted your gaze, blushing. Thank God it was dark out. 


“Hey, thanks for bailing me out.”  


“What are awesome friends for, amirite?” 


“Man, I really don’t know what I’d do without you.” 


“In all honesty, you’d probably be better off. I mean, you could lose your job by being here.” 


“So what? If it wasn’t for you, I’d still be there and not here… with you.” 


“(Y/N) (L/N) if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me.” 


He smirked as you sighed. Then you grinned as you said, 


“And what if I am?” 


It was his turn to blush. For once, Jared was speechless. He just laughed awkwardly as you chuckled. 


“Okay, okay, calm down there. I know I’m irresistible, but no one can tie down this loser.” 


“Pfft. Whatever, Kleinman. You’d jump at the chance to get with me and you know it.” Jared just smiled and avoided your gaze. 


“What’s wrong?”


“Nothing. Hey, I’ll race you to the slides!”


“Oh, you are so going down!” 


You and Jared jumped from the tree and took off running for the slides. You had taken a shortcut under the jungle gym and climbed up to the top. You jumped over the side of the bars. You stopped him in his tracks. 


“I win!” 


“Damn, you got lucky.” 


“I sure did.” 


You smiled as you kissed his cheek and immediately went down the slide. He stood there in utter shock and then chased after you. After an hour, Jared drove everyone to his house and passed out in his living room. You and Jared had somehow ended up in a cuddling position throughout the night. Your face was in his chest and his arm was draped over your waist pulling you in closer. 


You woke up to the smell of him and grinned. You hesitantly sat up and looked at your surroundings. There were your best friends in the whole world passed out on the floor in the living room of the guy you had been crushing on since 6th grade. You reached around for your phone and picked it up. You looked at the pictures from the night before and reminisced about the fun times that happened only hours ago. You saw the picture of you on his back with him holding your legs and your arms wrapped around his neck. You were both smiling and laughing. You cheesed at the photo. 


“That might actually be the gayest photo of me.” 


Jared was up. You, jokingly, pushed him away. Pretty soon everyone woke up and it was time for everyone to leave. They all, once again, climbed in Jared’s car as he dropped them off one by one. You were the last one to get dropped off. Jared walked you to your front door.


“Thanks for everything. Seriously, that was the most fun I’ve had in awhile.” 


“Glad I could help. Seriously, if you ever need me to bail you out again, I’m one text away.” 


You smiled as you turned to go into your house. Jared’s hand on your wrist caught you by surprise. 


“Jared, what th-” 


He cupped your face and crashed his lips onto yours. You, mindlessly, grabbed onto his flannel as you kissed back. He pulled away as he rested his forehead against yours. You both smiled as he pecked your lips. 


“Sorry, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”


“You can do that whenever you like, I won’t complain.”


You both laughed as he started back to his car.


“I gotta run, but I’ll see you tomorrow.”


“We’re hanging out tomorrow?”


“Well, I just now decided that we are going to a movie tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at 7.”


“Well, aren’t you assertive.”


“You love it.” 


“You’re damn right I do.” 


He chuckled and kissed your hand before leaving. You walked into your house and sat down on the couch. Your mom came in and scolded you about getting fired because you went to hang out with your friends. Apparently, the security cameras were on. 


After your mom was done, you sent a text to the group chat with everyone in it. 


To: Tree Squad🌲 

Guys, I just got fired!!! 

Alana👩🏾‍🏫: 

Oops! Sorry! 

Connor🖤: 

Well, you didn’t need that job anyways!

Zoe🎸: 

:/// 

Evan🌿💙: 

Oh my god! I’m so sorry! We didn’t mean to! 

(Y/N):

Haha, relax, Hansen. I can just find another one. 

MemeBoy™: 

McDonald’s fucking sucks anyways. Have you guys seen this meme? 

Connor🖤: 

Jared what the fuck 

Alana👩🏾‍🏫: 

That’s disgusting

Evan🌿💙: 

Honestly that’s just in poor taste Jared 

Zoe🎸: 

I’m really starting to think that that can’t even be considered a meme 

(Y/N): 

Hahaha 

MemeBoy™: 

See? I’m funny! (Y/N) is the only one that gets me! 

Connor🖤: 

Ugggghhh 


(In a separate text) 

MemeBoy™: 

Hey, sorry about your job. I’ll definitely make it up to you. 

(Y/N): 

You already did 

MemeBoy™: 

Well there’s more where that came from.

 ——————— 

Just then he sent a picture of your face in his chest from this morning. You smiled. 

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MemeBoy™: 

You should definitely take more naps at my house. It’s like hella cute and all that gay shit 

(Y/N): 

 Thank you once again insanely annoying Jared Kleinman :p

Training A Prince (Part 2/2)

Pairings: Roan / Reader

Warnings: Violence, Angst, Bit of Making ouy

AN: I’m sorry this took such a long time to post, but I hope I made up for it with a little bit of fluffy and grateful Roan. 

@angelaiswriting @georgiagrl1990 @selldraug @angryares 

You moved silently through the woods, low to the ground and with nothing on your feet. The prey you were stalking was stood about 50 meters away. A blindfold around his eyes and improvised head phones covering his ears. The head phones had been the only thing you’d found to make Roan rely on his other senses over his hearing.

You’d both been doing this now for about 4 months and in that time the prince had gotten very good at the skills you’d taught him. In fact he exceeded your expectations on almost every level. He was a quick study and even with the hindrance of your language abilities he had in fact excelled.

Moving quickly you approached the tree closest to him hugging the side of it as you moved around to stand silently to the left hand side of him.

Roan you’d discovered was a very attractive man, especially when he removed all of the white war paint and dirt from his skin. When you trained together he wore nothing but a black vest and equally black pants. He’d take off his own boots and apart from the sword in his right hand had no other weapon.

You studied him from the relative safety of the tree, he was a warrior through and through, even with his senses dulled he still held the sword loose and ready to attack, the muscles of his thighs were primed ready to move him instantly away from any threat.

Wanting to try to get around him to his sword arm you moved silently down towards him, standing only on the balls of your feet as you moved smoothly through the undergrowth of the forest.

However, proving just how good the prince had gotten at the skills you’d taught him you only made it half way around him before those muscles were put to good use.

His arm shot out to the side grabbing you and spinning you over his shoulder to land on the forest floor on your back. He’d cushioned the fall as well as he could and hadn’t thrown you with any real force so even though you were winded you weren’t hurt.

Roan ripped the blindfold off along with the earphones staring down at you.

“I heard you”

You knew he meant he’d heard you not through his ears but through his other senses and you smiled softly up at him. Taking the hand he held out to pull you back to your feet.

“You were right, the vibrations change. You weren’t walking like a normal step, but different… somehow”

“good” you answered, you’d gotten more comfortable saying words around Roan. He never made any sort of comment about your voice and didn’t seem to have any trouble understanding you either. “Look” you pointed down at your feet and raised yourself up on tiptoe once more.

Roan too was staring at your feet nodding as he understood why the vibrations had changed, then of course he wasn’t looking at your feet his eyes had moved back to your face. 

You were tall for a girl had always been so and you realised with a feeling much akin to being punched in the stomach that raised up on your tiptoes like this your mouth was at a direct level with his own.

Quickly you lowered yourself back down and went to move away from him but the Prince’s hands shot out once more taking hold of your hips and holding you in place in front of him.

“Y/N wait”

Unfortunately this was one of those times that you hated your deafness because it meant you had no choice but to continue looking at his face to see what he was saying, when in reality you simply wanted to stare at the floor and avoid those piercing blue eyes.

“Y/N, you taught me something here that you didn’t have to. You didn’t have to show me how you hear and how you fight. Hell you probably shouldn’t have yet you did it anyway. Why?”

He was right you shouldn’t have shown him this technique, shouldn’t have given the ice nation anymore ways to fight against your people. You’d been asking yourself why for the past 4 months. Still didn’t have an answer that you believed was the truth.

“I don’t know”

One of Roan’s hands left your waist and travelled up to your face, cupping your cheek and using his thumb to turn your chin up even more. “Thank you”

You couldn’t hear the sincerity in his voice but you could see it in his eyes. “Welcome”

He still wasn’t letting go of you and you weren’t trying to move away.

“I have to go back to Polis” he continued “I have to get my banishment lifted and re-join my people”

“I know”

“I want to promise you something though first” curious now you nodded continuing to stand in his hold as you watched his lips move. “Nothing you have taught me, absolutely nothing will be taught to any of the ice nation warriors. I promise you that right here and now. I respect that you taught me and out of that respect the lessons we shared will remain between us”

You hadn’t imagined that he would ever make a promise such as that to you, after all what you’d taught him could be applied to his whole army to make them even more of a threat than they already were.

Touched beyond what you were able to express with words you instead raised yourself back up onto your tip toes and gently pressed your lips against Roans.

You felt his chest rumble beneath the hand you’d placed there to steady yourself and his grip on your waist tightened.

The kiss was gentle, soft and with you in control you lowered yourself back to your feet smiling at him. “Thank you”

Roan was looking at you in a daze. When he managed to focus once more he shook his head. “Not enough”

That was your only warning before the prince had lifted you off your feet giving you no choice but to wrap your legs around his waist as he walked you both back into a tree. Back hitting the rough bark though as his mouth attacked your own.

Roan’s tongue slid into your mouth dancing with your own, heat was curling in your belly as his hands slid under your thighs holding you up against him.

Your brain was about to fry when finally he put you down moving away, your breathing uneven as he ran a hand through his hair in agitation.

“We can’t do this. I have to leave”

He sounded torn which wasn’t what you’d wanted to achieve here. “I know” you moved forward once more simply laying a hand on his arm. “Roan” it might have been the first time you’d actually said his name out loud and the heat and indecision in his eyes faded to pure sentiment as you smiled at him. “I know” you repeated.

This time when you raised yourself up on tiptoes all you did was kiss his cheek.

“May we meet again Prince” that was definitely the longest sentence you’d ever said to him and he smiled as you moved away. Back into the forest, back towards your own people and away from something that could simply never be.

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Things started off with you and the captain innocently standing in the elevator together. Imagine your surprise when all of a sudden Jim took your hand, pulled you closer to him, and placed your lips on his.

You let out a gasp but you didn’t refuse or push him away. In fact you’ve wanted him to do this for a long time and it was the perfect time because for once you were alone. So you decided to wrap your arms around his neck and enjoy the moment.

You let out a sweet hum but unfortunately Jim had to pull away just before the elevator opened. As you walked out however he smiled and whispered into your ear.
“We’ll get a chance to continue this tonight”.

“Sounds good to me captain” you replied with a wink.

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Underestimation

* A newt imagines where you’re essential to the glade, like you do important stuff that no one else can do, and they offend you so you just stop and ignore them and they try to get to to talk to them and stuff and newt finally does it? Does that make sense? I’m sorry of it doesnt*

Hey guys, I know I have been gone for a long time and idk if anyone still reads my stuff anymore but I was reading a couple of my old stories and was feeling a little nostalgic so I thought I might write one or two before I go back into hiding. Much love xx

Three days. That’s how long you’d been on your strike. The other gladers had been pissing you off to no end but they took it too far when they claimed that you weren’t doing your part to keep to keep the Glade running. Not doing my part, you say? You had thought, bitterness seeping into your thoughts. I’ll show you not doing my part. So then that was that. For three days, you had done nothing to help the Glade run and now everyone was acting pretty much how you thought they would, like the Glade was going to fall apart or burn to the ground- or both. 

“(Y/N),please talk to us. The Medjack can’t find half of the equipment they use, they say it’s not in the same place anymore.” Tommy had begged with puppy sized, chocolate brown eyes. His voice pleading but also edged with irritation. 

You looked back at him with faux innocent eyes and a look that said plain as day, You need me? Well too bad I don’t pull my weight around here.

Onslaughts of other gladers had come to beg for your help. The builders, the gardeners, even Frypan. Everyone was running around like chickens without heads and here you were, wielding the axe with a sweet little smile. What are you gonna do now boys?

You were sitting on one of the logs at the edge of the Deadheads, observing the mess the boys had created for themselves. The Glade looked like it was about to fall apart. 

The crunch of leaves dragged you away from your thoughts as a familiar body fell onto the log next to you. Newt was silent for a moment, seemingly content to just watch the disaster ahead of them with her.

After a couple minutes, he broke the silence between them. “Don’t you think it’s time to help them out again, (Y/N)”. There was no anger in his voice, if anything, slight amusement. 

“You think this is funny, don’t you?” You break your vow of silence, Newt always had a way with you.

“Of course I do, love. I learned long ago not to underestimate you. I didn’t think the shanks were dumb enough to question how much you do for them.”

Silence elapsed between you again, content and comfortable. He wouldn’t push you, he knew that you were a force to be reckoned with and that no-one should bet against you. You could be like the ocean, calm and peaceful or cold, dark and unforgiving. 

“They need you. And so do I.” His voice was low and quiet, as if admitting something he’d never spoken out loud before.  

Your heart contracted. What he said could be addressed later but right now, you had a job to do. Standing up and straightening yourself out, you look out at the glade, your eyes blazing with purpose. 

“Gally, you slinthead, you better slim it and listen to me before you mess this up. Again.” And like that, you were off. 

Being Edith

She’s not HVC 7.1- 355, and she’s not really Edith Anthrope.
She’s just Edith, and it took her a long time to come to that.


SO MANY OF YOU asked me to write Edith as an Alien in ‘It’s Hard’.

Just because I can’t do it there doesn’t mean I won’t do it at all ;)

(I have to give a huge amount of the credit to @genalovestoons, who chatted with me for at least an hour about all the different ways the Captain Underpants movies could write Edith as an Alien. It was a wonderful conversation that really got the gears in my head turning. Everyone, give the lady a hand!)

I tried to write this (at least the beginning of this) in the style of those 1950’s sci-fi stories. In particular, I re-read Isaac Asimov’s The Last Question, which I HIGHLY recommend. An audio recording of the story can be found on youtube and I would post it here were it not for the fact Tumblr is being stupid so, unfortunately, you will have to go look it up yourself. 

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A Void Where the Heart Should Be{closed rp}

The Void had been watching Host for a long time. He knew his time was coming. He sighed. Another victim to the black void he lived in. Great.
When Host’s time cane, Void took him from his brothers and pulled him into his void. Of course, he had to stay hidden.
For such a long time, Void had to watch Host suffer. Listen to his screaming. His crying.
Its not that Void didnt want to help him. He couldn’t. This was his job. It was what he had to do.
It wasn’t until Host’s time to leave came closer that Void gave in.
He couldn’t take listening to it anymore.
He just wished the one time he got company would be different.
Oh well. Being a void was never easy. He’d gotten used to the constant loneliness.
This would be different. He was going to speak to his ‘victim’. He blinked and took the form of a human man. It seemed as though he was glowing. Lighting up anything around him in the dark, empty void. He was the only bit of light there at all.
He stretched, getting used to the body. It was odd for him. He was used to hiding out in the darkness. He rolled his neck and stretched his fingers, then approached Host.
“Hello, Host.” His voice was deep, and his footsteps were light.
“I am the Void.”

{ @hostiplier B LEP here ya go}

anonymous asked:

is there a link to any pricefield (preferably) or chloe centered fic recs? or if you have some favorites u can share? ive only read a few lis fics but now that im on break again i have so much time and im looking for good ones. thank you also i luv u and ur blog ❤

thank you sm!!!!! yes yes i do sorry i took so long i was at my flat and i just got new internet but havent taken the child safe thing off so ao3 was blocked and i couldnt link u, then i kept forgetting……….. but i’m here now

Pedestal by Recourse. definitely. please. pricefield, lots of working thru issues and mental health stuff but also like just fallin in lov and cute stuff, i love the portrayal of chloe in this fic. 

if you’re into amberpricefield, Bloom by her too, great character explorations + trans max + alive rachel + so many gays.

(and another amazing well-written amberpricefield series is How to Live Here by explosionshark and TippyTypewriter – hella good)

but back to pricefield/chloe series: the august bedroom of tangled sheets by venividivigor, still updating, cute chapters and fragments of well-written pricefield stuff with a tiny little smidgen of angst.

Homecoming by kriegersan was a fave fic at the time – coming of age, grief, messiness, no max because it’s pregame. all focused on chloe and exploration of her character. sad and angsty and just the way i like it. unfinished.

explosionshark’s pricefield one-shots are amazing if youre into oneshots (esp Dig Up the Dead and Check My Heart. they’re must reads.)

imma wrap it up. some honorable little pfield one-shot mentions ccould be Stoned (cute), i’ll keep you safe, you keep me strong (has some nice moments, iirc its sacbay), Subtlety (LMfao). if you’re the kind into short but sweet oneshots TheStarrySkiesOfPalaven has many.

also when i was making this post my friend mentioned my pricefield fic which inspired me a lil bit reluctantly to promo my ao3 here so ther it be. there’s only two pricefields on there, the rest of the lis ones there r other chloe ships or vic ships. plus amberpricefield.

i’m just thinkin of the the first ones that come to mind so i’ve definitely missed plenty but hope this is useful!

It's Defintely A Mood Disorder

They were doing it again. Staring across the dining hall at each other, trying to read each other’s lips. A lot of people were watching, suppressing giggles, and they gestured at each other across the room. They were finally together, it took an agonizingly long time, but after weeks of Will and Nico dancing around the idea of them dating, subtle flirting and blushing from both boys, they had finally started dating. But just because hey started dating didn’t mean the bickering stopped. Nico came over and tugged Will to the side of the hall, where they started talking in hushed tones. “Are you ready, we have to make it convincing?” Nico asked Will. “Please Apollo is my father, and your asking me if I can act?” Nico smirked. “Ok let’s do this.”

As Nico went to sit at the Hades table again, he gave Will one final nod, then he began. A large crack appeared in the cement between the Hades and Aphrodite tables. A couple of the girls screamed as a skeletal hand appeared out of the crack. “Nico di Angelo!” Came Chiron’s voice. “What is going on here?” Nico didn’t respond, but the crack closed as he threw his head in his hands and started fake crying. “I-I’m so s-sorry Chiron.” He said with fake shaky words. “I can’t help it” he continued “I was just thinking about how lonely I am here at the Hades table by myself, and then the crack appeared.” Chiron’s face displayed a look of confusion, as if this was not what he was expecting today. I was then that Will stood up, just like they had rehersed. “You know Chiron that sounds kind of medical, maybe Nico should sit over here at the Apollo table until we figure it out, but I think it might be a mood disorder.” Chiron smirked as if he believed none of this but didn’t call them out on it. “So what your saying” said Chiron “that this ‘mood disorder’ is completely medical and has nothing to do, with the fact, that Mr. di Angelo is your boyfriend?” Giggling and wolf-whistles followed Chiron’s comment. The centeur sees all that happens at camp. Nico had his head down blushing like crazy, but Will remained expressionless and continued with his arguement. “Chiron” he said “I would never put my personal feelings before my patients health.” Will’s said. “In fact I think I will right a doctors note stating where Nico should sit and why.” Chiron didn’t move, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, so I Nico decided to kick it up a notch. “Oh no it’s happening again!” Nico exclaimed as he made another large crack appear in the floor.

After that Chiron conceded and let Nico sit at the Apollo table. All because of the doctors note.

anonymous asked:

Omg you should do a continuation to that ushijima 'blowing off steam' to them losing or winning their matches and the after math of the locker room 😏😏

Oh yeah you can, Anon! Lol, sorry it took so long to get you this sequel!

Here’s the original request as well!


While only a few hours had past it had felt like nearly an eternity since the last time that he had touched her skin. An groan passed through Ushijima’s parted lips as she ground her hips down against his where he sat on the bench of the locker room. With his hands gripped tightly at her hips, his mouth found the junction of her neck and she let her head fall back to allow him to explore the expanse of flesh there.

He had met her there in the locker room, his eyes heavy on her as she locked the door behind her. She turned to him then, hips swaying as she closed the distance between the two of them. Win, lose, the results didn’t matter right now, they would discuss them later. Right now, as he approached his seated form, all that mattered was what they could get from one another.

Pressing her body against his, she gave an involuntary shiver at his hands pushing their way under her uniform shirt and his mouth pressing against her clothed chest. As he slowly removed the shift from her body, her breath left her in a shudder, half lidded eyes taking in his form as his lips traveled over her newly exposed skin.

This is what they needed, the both of them. With their adrenaline buzzing just beneath their skin, they needed this time to press, pull, and tear at the feelings that can not be removed otherwise. Taking two large handfuls of the flesh that made up her behind, their hips ground roughly together, another groan escaping past his lips.

The desperation that overflowed between them kept them from taking their time. That would have to wait until they had the chance, but for now, they’d rush to feel that pleasure, to feel that heat stroking at the pits of the bellies. It didn’t take long to remove only the clothes necessary to connect their bodies. The collective noises of pleasure filled the empty space around them as their hips ground tightly together.

“Yes,” she breathed over and over, her head falling forward against his shoulder, her hands finding purchase against his back. Her limbs shook as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her, filling her entire being with melted against his. “More,” she demanded with her hips coming down harder against his.

A surprised gasp left him at the movement, his head falling back on his neck as he felt himself rising towards his peak. With their voices growing in volume and their hands gripping desperately for one another, they soon found their orgasms together. Goose bumps covered their flesh as they found support against one another, hands weakly gasping at any part of each other they could.

Their mouths met then, the pace steady and slow, tongues lolling together lazily. She hummed against him, her gaze taking in his form beneath her. A smile crossed her lips then, her mouth pressing beneath his ear as her hands worked their way down his body, enjoying the way he shook under them. “Let’s do it again.”

anonymous asked:

Allen's revenge for the fish thing?

S/O felt so weak and helpless. That stupid prank wasn’t worth getting chased by this freak through the forest at night. They were running out of breathe, too. “I’m coming for you doll~” Allen’s voice echoed through the forest. S/O took that as a sign they should run faster. Allen began to snicker. They were so cute running in fear. S/O dropped to the ground from exhaustion. So much running… . Allen finally caught them. “I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time~” he mused. He violently grabbed them and marched to the nearest cliff. “Wait what are you doing? No…No no no NO stop! Stop it!” S/O began to scream in a frenzied panic. Allen held their arm and dangled them over, into the dark abyss that resided below. “You don’t want me to drop you?” he asked, as if he were clueless. “Allen please stop it, I’ll stop! I’ll stay just please don’t drop me” S/O begged, getting teary eyed. “Ooopsie my hand seems to be slipping-” he teased, listening to those beautiful screams of terror. “Allen please” S/O cried. Allen smirked and pulled them back to him. “Did you really think I would drop you? You should’ve seen your face!” he laughed, walking back to his home. “Uh uh…yeah” S/O muttered, still clearly traumatized by the whole ordeal. “Don’t prank me again, I’ve had years of experience” he warned, still laughing. So cute and still mine~.

anonymous asked:

2. What made you decide to write this muse?

Musing about the muses

((HOO BOY… kind of a long story here. Ultimately, I got interested in the idea of RPing Papyrus specifically because of a certain Papyrus… @thegreatestmom! Even if it took me months to actually get around to making a tumblr account. And a few more months to get around to making this particular blog. I work so fast you guys. :’)

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