trying something new with textures and shit not sure if i like it

You bored, or feeling artsy but don’t have any inspiration...!?

Do you need to distract yourself? Or are you simply bored? 

Well, let’s fix that shit right now~

Here are some great websites to make the time pass.

First off, here are some 100% free art programs!; 

  • Photoshop CS2 - (Windows, not sure about Mac.)
  • FireAlpaca - (Windows and Mac)
  • Medibang Paint Pro- (windows and Mac)
  • Sketchbook Copic Edition - (Windows and Mac)
  • GIMP - (Windows) (Mac)
  • Paint tool SAI [cracked]  - (Windows) (Mac)
  • Paint tool SAI 2 beta - (tumblr post on said program)
  • iPaint - (Mac)
  • Paintbrush - (Mac)
  • Pencil - (Windows, Mac)
  • Paint.NET - (Windows)
  • Seashore [still in development, ver 0.5] - (Mac)
  • ChocoFlop - (Mac)
  • Inkscape - (Mac and Windows)
  • ArtRage [Demo] - (Mac and Windows)
  • OpenCanvas 1.1[must pay for 2.0] - (Windows, not sure about Mac.)
  • MyPaint - (Windows)
  • Krita - (Windows)
  • Vectorian [Supports Animation] - (Windows)
  • Pixia[Japanese, some English versions] - (Windows)
  • Asperite - (Windows)
  • Chasys Draw IES - (Windows)
  • SmoothDraw - (Windows)
  • TwistedBrush Open Studio - (Windows)
  • BOUNS - CTRL+Paint [Great for teaching all kinds of stuff, like how to use digital programs.]

Alrighty, but maybe you don’t want to download software to draw, free or not. That’s just too much time, and let’s face it, you’re already bored. Well, I’ve got you covered peoples, here are some free browser paint/drawing programs!;

  • browser photoeditor, and can be used for drawing!
  • Psykopaint
  • QueekyPaint
  • PaintOnline- ((also has some random free browser games on site too!))

Sooo, maybe You just don’t feel like drawing…understandable, you beasts-here’s a BUNCH of other websites to calm and/or stretch those brain muscles!;

  • create pixel art
  • Awesome photo editor and art program, all free…!
  • Totally free transparent textures
  • make a cute chibi
  • draw some cool generative art
  • be a graffiti creator
  • create a picassohead (you don’t need to be a picasso to do so)
  • paint online
  • another awsome site to create pixel art on
  • and another one
  • create your own mandala
  • or color one
  • create an avatar
  • or you can try creating your own superhero
  • here you can interact with organisms in different environments to see how to music changes
  • here’s a website that translates the time into hexidecimal colours,
  • Here is a website where you can travel along a 3D line into the infinite unkown
  • here is a website where you can listen to rain with or without music
  • Need a model in a certain pose for drawing? here
  • Want to build your own planet
  • here is a website where you can create your own galaxies
  • make your own pattern (very useful if you need a new background)
  • create next hit comic
  • make a city which looks like something from 90′s games
  • draw a mandala like design
  • jig saw puzzles
  • more jig saw puzzles to solve
  • create a stunning HTML5 animation - no coding!
  • make a movie
  • create and dress up dolls
  • play a piano
  • you can also play a guitar
  • create sounds
  • another sound creator
  • create a logo
  • design your dream home
  • sketch rooms
  • explore fashion trends and create your own sets
  • build a website
  • try this app for building a website
  • Or maybe start learning how to code!
  • design your own t-shirt or a beanie or sweatpants and order them
  • design your own phone case
  • pretend to be a graphic designer with this cool online tool
  • Make your own Glitch art
  • Here’s another glitch art maker
  • And another!
  • Holy hell, here’s a third!
  • make an image look like it was created by a commodore 64
  • freaking cool text generator!
  • Easy to use word processor
  • Make up really cool patterns or run your photos through it :)
  • Write an essay on anything with no hassle
  • Wanna see how something you write would look like if it was on JacksFilms YGS((Your Grammar Sucks videos on YouTube))?
  • Make pictures out of text
  • ASCII word generator
  • Need an idea for some fanart-here :D
  • mario
  • cubefield
  • sleep calculator
    essay typer
  • rice questions
  • maths 
  • artsy-fartsy pretty thing
  • quotes
  • survive nature
  • rain
  • tumblr music
  • calming rain
  • themes
  • backgrounds [x] 
  • loads of references

Still haven’t found something that would float your  proverbial boat? 

Then try these out!:

  • watch a documentary
  • learn to code
  • do something yourself
  • workout with the help of this great youtube channels
  • learn things
  • play pokemon or zelda or other awesome old school games
  • waste your time on miniclip
  • play games at additing games
  • or try games at agame
  • calm your thoughts
  • the quiet place
  • it will be okay
  • vent or listen to someone
  • pour out your soul
  • explore the sky
  • look at art from around the world
  • virtually visit museum of iraq
  • explore world with arounder
  • create a music playlist
  • list through rare books
  • scroll useful science website
  • create sand art
  • brain games
  • try out tastekid and discover new favorite band or movie or book
  • interactive 3D anatomy
  • random street view
  • post a secret
  • create a family tree
  • find our what’s the difference between x and y
  • help scientists and become volunteer researcher
  • create your own font
  • read a classic short story
  • In the mood to read, but not sure exactly what book to go for?
  • scribble on maps
  • listen to letters
  • play with acrobots
  • listen to podcasts
  • make a bucket list
  • Ever want to see the most truly useless websites in creation?
  • Prank a friend with this blue screen of death!
  • Zone out watching the colors drip down
  • Sprite generator!
  • Face Generator/Creator!

Even More stuffs;

  • Wanna make a custom minecraft skin?
  • Well then these’ll work!
  • This one too~
  • Wanna make a custom error pop up?
  • Or a custom blue screen? 
  • WELP, what about making some ASCII art?
  • Here ya go!
  • And another one~
  • WAIT-last one…
  • OH, and here’s a HTML to image converter!..You’re gonna need that!
  • How about a pixel text bubble generator
  • Here’s a photoediting website that’s free and pretty awesome to mess with!

Ok, maybe none of these peeked your interest. 

Maybe you’ve been wanting to create an o.c, but never really knew how to start, or you just enjoy making O.C’s.

This  part of this list is specifically for OCs and Oc building. It can also apply to developing RP characters~

Gemsona stuffs;

  • Just a straight up character gemsona creator
  • Here’s another
  • Not sure what gem to go with, or where? 
  • OR maybe your unsure about more than just that?

Credit to For the majority of links here!

 ((I added a couple of links! In the appearance, details, and the whole of item names section, and the Gemsona area-((above))! 

As well as the couple of Transformers/Southpark character builder links, and Undertale/TMNT below..

Basically every link I made bold I added, because I am complete fandom trash…

..Seriously, Go check her wonderful blog out~!!!

How to Write Better OCs:

  • basic tips on how to make your oc even better
  • tragic backstory? learn how to write one/make yours great
  • writing specific characters
  • a wordier, great guide on how to develop your character
  • kick out those vague descriptions and make them AWESOME

Character Development:

  • how to actually make an OC
  • Q&A (to develop characters)
  • more Q&As
  • giving your character a backstory
  • how to write an attractive character

Need an Appearance idea?

  • Humanoid generator? check
  • Here’s another one
  • and maybe if you didn’t like those this’ll work
  • Need Monsterpeople?
  • Well, then here ya’ go
  • Maybe you need Cats?


  • adding more racial diversity
  • avoiding tokenism, AKA, how to add diversity to your cast not just because you “need” it
  • writing sexuality and gender expression(doesnt include non binary, if you have a good ref to that, please add on!)
  • masterpost on writing more diversity into your story
  • cultures of the world
  • guides to drawing different ethnicities(not just a great art reference, but also really helpful in appearance descriptions!)

Mary Sue/Gary Stu;

  • Test to see if your character is a Sue
  • Explains subdivisions of Sues/Stus
  • Powerful Characters Don’t Have to Be Sues


  • villain generator
  • need an evil sounding name for your evil character? bam
  • villain archetypes
  • what’s your villain’s motive for being a villain?


  • character perceptions(What your character thinks of themselves and what others think of them)
  • how to write strong relationships between two characters
  • 8 ways to write better characters and develop their relationships with others
  • OCxLove Interest Handbook
  • develop your couple with good ol’ Q&A!
  • how to write realistic relationships
  • how to write relatives for your characters(this is more OC related to a canon character, but will help in writing family members in general)


  • 12 common archetypes
  • 8 archetypes for male/female characters
  • female archetypes (goes pretty indepth from two main categories)
  • a list of archetypes


  • how to name your character
  • random name generator
  • most common surnames
  • surnames by ethnicity


  • tips for better design
  • basic appearance generator
  • pinterest board for character design (includes NSFW and images of skeletons/exposed muscle (?) so tread carefully!)
  • clothing ref masterpost
  • Clothing generator
  • Another clothing generator
  • More clothing generator
  • Aaaand even more
  • Steam punk clothing
  • Char Style preference
  • Dress Generator


  • give your character better powers
  • a list of professions
  • proactive vs reactive characters
  • positive and negative traits
  • interest generator
  • skills generator
  • motivation generator
  • 123 ideas for character flaws
  • list of phobias
  • Oh shit someone died
  • Backgrounds and stuff? yep
  • Quirks
  • Personality. you need that shit
  • Need something fandom related?
  • City generator hell yeah
  • location? got ya
  • World-building?
  • make your own god damn laws
  • Landscape.

Need Item names?;

  • Fantasy/sci-fi/etc. medicine names
  • Stuff to make things more interesting.Weapons, clothes, treasures… whatever your characters need.
  • Item & Artifact Generators

Other story stuffs!

  • Genre, Plot, & Story Prompt Generators
  • How did your characters meet?
  • Fanfic plots. you bet your ass!

WAIT!…if none of that worked, then maybe you want to make a SouthPark style character?

  • Here!
  • Well, this one’s nice too~
  • And another..
  • Aaaand another!

What about Transformers Characters?;

  • Here’s a Transformers name generator~
  • And a Character builder!


  • Undertale character speech box creator!
  • Want inspiration for an Undertale Oc?
  • OR a super Edgy Undertale Theory generator?
  • Maybe you just want to read some funny Sans Puns!


  • How about a TMNT creator?
  • Or a TMNT meme generator..

If any of the links have any issues for whatever reason, HERE’S THE LINK TO THE SAME LIST I COPIED TO MY DA ACCOUNT JUST IN CASE;

No Longer You

Summary: Now a shell of her former self, the reader runs into an old flame. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,761

Warning: implying an abusive relationship

Nichelle’s 4K Angst Challenge - “I hope you find the happiness you’ve been pretending to have.” @nichelle-my-belle

Green cancels out red.

Yellow cancels out purple and brown…no purple and blue.

And lavender cancels out…yellow?

Jesus Christ. This shouldn’t be that difficult, hiding the evidence of your home life is a normal occurrence. The three concussions you’ve acquired over the years must be catching up to you.

You’re squinting harshly at the Revlon concealers on the top shelf before you. Trying and failing to remember which ones work the best, basically whatever hides the fucking truth.

Your exhausted brain is practically mush at this point in time, you used to know this shit. You used to know a lot of shit. You used to be a strong, independent take no bullshit kind of a woman that took care of herself. But things clearly change. People fucking change.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a companions react to the Inquisitor being Autistic? Especially Cole?

I (Mod Sarah) am autistic, so I was very pleased to see this request. That being said, autism is a wide-reaching term for an entire spectrum of symptoms that affect people differently– every autistic person is unique, and each has their own quirks and symptoms. I feel that companion responses would vary, depending on what symptoms and behaviors the Inquisitor in question is displaying. For the sake of simplicity, I will be basing this autistic Inquisitor off of my own unique brand of autism, finely aged and diagnosed for the last ten years. Let’s get this show on the road.

Cassandra: Their behavior confounds her, at least at first. They avoid eye contact like the plague, can have intense reactions to stimuli, such as loud noises like explosions upset them with ease. She at first thought they were just being childish, but eventually realizes they’re genuinely hypersensitive to certain things. She guesses that they’re not exactly neurotypical, judging by behavior, and tries to be more receptive to their needs and sensitivities after finding out they’re innocent. It doesn’t particularly bother her that they fidget and stim and avoid eye contact, or even sometimes speak too loudly or too quietly– so long as they’re honest and good at heart. Iron Bull later on describes a mental condition known to the Qun that’s akin to autism and other development disorders, and she agrees that they likely are autistic. If Romanced: He likes just lying by her side, citing the same poems he knows by heart, staring up at the sky with her. She’s smiling, too, as she listens, knowing the poem by heart from repeated recitations as she holds his hand and looks up at the world beyond, so long as they’re there for each other.

Iron Bull: He’s met people like them. He figures it out after observing them, and he adapts accordingly. The Qun values people like them, especially if they have special interests, which are encouraged and honed for special jobs as adults. As a result, he respects them more at first. He accommodates them, and never asks them why they avoid eye contact or fidget or stim in any way. He informs the others what he thinks is different about them, and that’s about it. The man is also good at figuring out what they mean when they speak somewhat disorderly, as if words got jumbled before coming out, and often clarifies for the others. He’s a big source of help during the Winter Palace, getting them out of sight and letting them calm down or stim when overwhelmed. If Romanced: Sex with him is somewhat specialized, but fantastic– he figures out what they do and don’t like, and he works with it. Sometimes they just lay side-by-side, while he massages their muscles in just the way they like it, whispering sweet words of comfort at just the right tone for them, repeated and quiet.

Blackwall: He’s never encountered someone like them, so he thought, until Bull tells him that he likely has but never noticed. He’s not really sure how to go about them, so he just decides he’ll take it in stride and work with them. It works well, and they’re comfortable with each other. After he’s revealed to be Thom Rainier, they actually get over it pretty fast, regarding what he did as a Bad Thing, but he’s trying to make up for it, which they accept. If Romanced: He’s more worried than usual about going into romance with them, because he’s worried that if and when they find out who he is, she’ll have a meltdown, she’ll refuse to even look at him, what have you. He doesn’t want to break her heart. When the time comes, she’s having a meltdown, but not because of who he is– but because he’s in jail, and she desperately wants him to come home. When he finally does, he gets a scolding, but she forgives him. He decides that his new mission in life is making her safe and happy, like she made him.

Sera: She doesn’t care in the least– in fact, she likes it. She sort of relates to them, actually– to the point where she starts wondering if she’s autistic at all. She gives them all sorts of things and textures to fiddle with. She speaks at a level that doesn’t upset them (while she enjoys yelling and cheering and howling with laughter, she’ll take it down a notch for their sake) and will viciously prank anyone who gives them shit for their quirks. “It’s not like they can help it. It’s just who they are, and anyone who says otherwise can knob it.” If Romanced: The romance proceeds mostly like normal, though she doesn’t start yelling at her in the culminate scene when describing her nightmare, because she knows it will upset her. Instead, she avoids her, frustrated and trying to figure out how to describe what’s going on, and opts for writing it down. The Herald reads it, looks up at her, and frowns. “But I love you,” the she says, sounding a little hurt, “I’m sorry about the dream, but dreams are dreams. They don’t have to come true. I just want to be with you.” Sera’s heart melts, and tackles her with a kiss.

Varric: He’s very understanding and unfazed by their quirks, and isn’t surprised when Bull mentions they’re probably autistic. He just works with it, with who they are, and treats them like people, not just a weirdo. “So what if you’re a little different? That’s what makes you who you are, and you’re fine.” They like listening to him tell stories– his voice is nice and even and calm, which calms them down. Often they ask for the same few stories they like again and again, but Varric doesn’t mind– he’s happy to have an enraptured audience. He also suggests to them trying to write to get their thoughts out, to express themselves, and it helps.

Cole: He is of a LOT of help to the Inquisitor. He’s good at voicing how they’re feeling or what they’re thinking if they’re incapable in any way of doing so, as well as getting them things they need but don’t vocalize that they need. “They’re a little different in the way their thoughts work, but they think of new and wonderful things that most can’t. They are good the way they are.” He protests whenever they have to mask how they actually act, citing it as stressing them out and exhausting. He also knows exactly what textures, sounds, and tastes they do or don’t like, often bringing them things for stimming to calm them down or steering them away from offending stimuli, such as excessively bright lights or noise. If they have a special interest(s), he happily listens to them info-dump without getting remotely bored– it makes the Herald so happy, which makes him happy.

Vivienne: She was a little off-put by how they acted in her chateau at first, but she starts suspecting something isn’t normal about them aside from the mark. When Bull explains the disorder to her, she does research and quickly comes to agree with the diagnosis. She’s significantly more patient with them as a result, and she tries to coach them on talking to people. “Unfortunately for you, eye contact is a standard of Orlesian society,” she says, “if this is too difficult for you, try focusing your attention on a nose or intricate part of the mask. They’ll never tell the difference.” When it comes to fidgeting, she actually gets them a notebook and fancy quill, and advises them to play with the quill against the notebook when at parties– Orlesians will just think they’re working and admire it, while they can stim to some extent. She recognizes it’s part of who they are, and must be worked with instead of covered up.

Dorian: They get frustrated easily with social interaction, and if they recruit the mages, practically the whole time spent in future Redcliffe is them trying to not have a meltdown or sensory overload. He tries his best to keep them as calm as possible, but begins to think that maybe there’s more going on with them than just panic at their situation. Bull explains what he thinks is up with them, and Dorian buries himself in whatever information he can get about the disorder. He gets good at calming them down and using certain spells to numb certain sensations or noises, which greatly reduces their stress levels. If Romanced: He cringes, at first, when the Herald bluntly tells anyone who asks that he’s his boyfriend. They don’t understand at all why it should be hidden in any regard, and Dorian tries to explain his discomfort, or at least plans to– until he sees him positively glowing with joy and pride as he talks about him, and Dorian smiles and reconsiders. He really does love him, and Dorian knows it– and loves him back.

Solas: He’s seen memories of people somewhat like them in the Fade, being social outcasts, misunderstood and called stupid when they were anything but. He won’t treat them like that, and he strives to understand them and their disability to the best of his ability. If they don’t mind, he asks a lot of questions about how they feel and think. Often he listens to them info-dump about their special interest, if they have one, and sometimes they get embarrassed. He just encourages them to go on. If Romanced: Assuming Lavellan has a special interest of some sort, he starts taking her into the Fade, showing her old memories of anything related to what she’s interested in. He listens to her talk, happy and excited, and she thanks him with a kiss. “Ma serannas, ma vhenan!” she squeals. “No, I am the one who should be thanking you, Vhenan.” he replies with a chuckle and another kiss, soft and sweet.

Josephine: She notices their lack of tolerance for eye contact before any other symptoms, and while initially worried she did something wrong, the others explain the Herald’s unorthodox behaviors and tics. She, along with Vivienne, tries her best to coach them on talking and interacting with others. It’s not without hard work and tears and meltdowns on the Herald’s part, but they have relatively smooth sailing in the Winter Palace with their hard work. They’re absolutely exhausted after trying to act neurotypical, and she always feels so bad for them and tries to compensate them with something they like. She also cringes at their awful handwriting– it looks like chicken scratch on steroids– and figures out it’s due to poor eye-hand coordination. She also spends a lot of time trying to remedy this, even considering hiring a scribe to help them. If Romanced: They like listening to her just talk about her day, sometimes asking her to repeat stories again and again, old and new. They cuddle on the couch before the fireplace in their room while they cuddle, and Josephine is full of bliss.

Leliana: She’s unfazed by their unusual behavior and tics, and is remarkably patient with them. She likes it when they don’t hide it, because she can tell how they’re actually feeling and thinking most of the time when they don’t mask themselves. She sometimes gives them raven feathers that have fallen to the ground to the Herald for them to run their fingers along the smooth texture, which pleases them. It always brings a smile to her face to see them relax, even a little.

Cullen: You meet all sorts of people in the Circle, and autistic mages (and the occasional templar) were among them. He’s receptive to their sensitivities and needs, and accommodates them without complaint or so much as a second thought. He takes it all in stride, knowing that’s just how they are. When Bull tells him about autism, he just nods. “That explains a lot about a lot of different mages I’ve met over the years.” he remarks. If Romanced: She likes running her fingers through his hair, a sort of stim in and of itself, and he tolerates it, listening to her hum and chatter about the day’s events.

anonymous asked:

hey not to be The Worst™ but what about hot candle wax on Harry's chest and soft inner thighs hm?


It had been a fairly simple and lazy day of spring cleaning, sharing your plans for the months coming up since Harry’s going to be on tour.

He’s busying himself at the moment with taking stuff off a desk, tossing it on the bed and wiping down the wood with a damp cloth. His voice is strained and slightly sad when he speaks.

“Dunno if I can go that long without you.”

You come up behind him, making a pouty face and hugging him under his arms. “Aw, you’d miss my cooking too much?”

He’d just snort, throwing a glance over his shoulder. “Oh, absolutely. Love the smell of burnt pancakes in the morning.”

Your playful smile drops into a scowl and you smack his behind. “Asshole.”

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modelling in maya part one

so (low poly) modelling in maya is something i’ve been learning about recently, and getting started has been something i’ve had some difficulty with for a few years now LMAO.

so this is gonna be a real quick post to help other people get started.
im using maya 2016

in this part i’ll b covering like, physically Making something. part two where i talk about uv editing n texturing ur model is here:

first im just gonna go over your workspace, so you know how to change things to suit what you’re doing.

if you hold down space, you’ll bring up this menu

clicking and holding on one will bring up a radial menu, the one i use the most is just the middle Maya one, which lets you change view

you can also change your window layout on the left here

if you want to change a window in your current layout just click the little arrow in the square, and you’ll get a menu of options

and if you right click on one of the buttons, you can change what layout is assigned to it or edit your layouts and make your own

anyway. so, modelling. its not actually that complicated! its time consuming, but once you know your tools you’ll be able to make stuff 👌

- first you want to make sure you’re on the modelling menu in the dropdown, and on your shelf you want to have the polygons tab open.

the shapes there are your polygon primitives, and the base of models that you’ll make. I personally usually start with a cube, cause it doesnt have any triangles in it.

(idk much about tris vs quads? but i do know that triangles dont edge loop!! so i avoid them, and most people say to try stick with quads where possible anyway)

- to make a primitive, you can just click on the shape there,

or if you want more options you can go to create > polygon primitives > and if you click the little box next to the one you want, you’ll open up the window for it

- so now you’ve got your cube (or whatever), and you want to do something with it.

if you hold down right click, you can change what part you’re selecting

you’ll be in object mode at the moment, which selects the whole thing. for changing the shape, the main ones you’ll be using are edge, vertex, and face!

to just select these, you want to use this tool

if you hold down shift, you can select and deselect multiple things, and in edge mode if you double click on an edge it’ll select all the other ones that loop around the model (edge loop)

- to manipulate these, look to the left of your screen at these bad boys.

you can select things with these tools also, they work the same as the select tool above!

anyway in order these are move, rotate, and scale. the different nodes are the different axis that you can transform on,

when you’re using the move tool, i strongly recommend only using the x / y / z axis on their own (the arrows)

cause if you use the combination ones,, it’s hard to actually know how you’re moving stuff cause its in a 3d space… and you’re looking at it on a 2d screen, so it could actually be moving down the z axis and you think its just the y axis!

so be careful, especially in perspective view. always remember to rotate your view to look at it from all angles, or work in one of the orthographic views (side/front/back/top etc) so theres no distortion.

so thats how to edit what you already have, but you’re probably going to want to do more than make a weird shaped cube.

to add more edges and faces n shit you want to get to know two new tools: extrude, and insert edge loop.

- insert edgeloop you find under mesh tools > insert edge loop, and then you just click (hold to adjust the placement) to add a new edge loop around your model

or alternatively you can hold shift+right click, and it’s on the list there.

- extrude you find under Edit Mesh > Extrude. you can also find it on the shift+right click menu above.

to use it, first you want to select a face, and then when you hit the extrude button it will look like this

ill be real i have no idea how to use those nodes, i just switch back to the move/rotate/resize tools at the side! also you wanna extrude faces and not edges.

anyway, you can move the face up   

or, you can scale it down!

this is useful to remember for making stuff like eyes, and also you can extrude again to hollow things out

another one you might want is the multicut tool (mesh tools > multicut), but that will primarily be for editing your mesh when you want to rearrange what edges are connected to what vertices.

You can use it to make edge loops, but i prefer to use the edge loop tool for that!

anyway! those are the basic tools in maya you’ll use to make stuff. theres loads of videos out there that explain how to use maya in more depth if you need it, but this should be enough to get started!

Coffeeshop Cutie [Zach Mitchell x Reader]

Author’s Note: Whoa, this is really dialogue-heavy, but I actually kind of like it. Dialogue is fun. I hope you enjoy this! I’ll admit it’s pretty rushed and I think  you can kind of tell, but it’s cute, so. Also I haven’t exactly proofread it yet, but I’ll slowly do that! I’m really tired right now.

Word Count: 2,060

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member- jimin

genre- fluff, au

words- 1,712

summary- jimin the art student has a way of making masterpieces. artstudent!jimin / college!au

a/n- well i randomly got inspiration for this the other day, and so here is a scenario lol i hope you guys like it!! feedback is always appreciated :) 

Originally posted by suga-com

Jimin makes masterpieces. 

He makes skies full of magnificent color, realistic faces showing the utmost of raw emotions, flowers blooming elegantly with vibrant hues erupting from the page. He makes textures blend together so effortlessly and his attention to detail puts him far ahead all his other classmates. Even his five minute sketches are simply amazing. 

But right now, Jimin was not making masterpieces. 

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Styles & Co. -Part12.

Authors Note: Hey! This is a long chapter, Yay, (Finally answered your requests for longer chapters). I kinda pondered over this chapter for a while and decided to add some spice. ;) 

Warning: I actually added drama. — For Mature audiences.

Previous parts found HERE Xx

My eyes gradually wake up to a ray of sunlight inching its way into the eclipsed room, piercing through the small crack of the curtains, reminding me that there is life outside my sleeping state. I smile to myself feeling my legs tangled with his, the covers draped over our bodies, keeping us warm.

I am not quite sure what time we fell asleep; I assume we fell asleep sometime after four— four was the last time I remember glancing over at the time in the midst of pouring another glass of wine, ultimately finishing off the bottle with Harry.

We spent hours talking, laughing, and at one point I was in tears—What specific reason I do not remember, I think the wine was to blame, along with a sentimentally cute comment from Harry.

I feel his arm drape itself around my body, pulling me closer as I feel his soft breathing on my bare shoulder. I don’t move from my position as the little spoon, it is on rare occasions we stay nestled into each other’s bodies for more than ten minutes while leisurely waking up.

I try to discreetly shuffle away from his tender body, but he only pulls me closer, a soft whisper escaping his hoarse voice. “No, it is too early.”

With a slight chuckle I respond, “I don’t think it is still morning.” I enlighten him, feeling him nuzzling into my neck.

“Well, fuck.” He mutters with a groan.

I hum an ’mhm’ as I feel his fingertips begin to travel along my skin, gliding delicately down my arm.

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My fingers lace with Harrys as I allow him to guide us through the Art Gallery, his eyes seeming overwhelmed by all the exquisite paintings ordered on the walls.

He settles in front of a monochromatic, black and white painting, a composition that catches my attention thoroughly as my eyes set their sights on it. The painting is exuded, elegant, and timeless.

Beautiful, just beautiful.

They say that Mood is an internal and rather subjective emotional state; calmness is what washes over me the longer I stare at the illustration.

There is just something about the texture and depth of the canvas that fascinates my eyes to every detail of the finely shaded rose petals. I tilt my head slightly, cherishing the perfect strokes the artist etched, taking note of how it continues to entice me further and further.

Perhaps it is the impeccable shade and lustrous characteristics it expresses; perhaps a personal reflection is what I perceive within the canvas.

Harry’s voice distracts me from my gaze, “You have stared at this painting longer than what you have ever stared at me before.”

I smile and pull my eyes from the comprehensive representation of a rose, “Well, maybe if you were etched into a ravishing form of art, I would stare longer.” I teasingly respond, watching his eyes roll before he sighs, moving his own gaze back to the art. “I like it, let’s buy it.” He expresses effortlessly, not even thinking twice about his words.

“Harry, you can’t just decide to buy this painting.”

“Yes, I can.” He nods, “Unless, of course, our bank accounts are both at a zero balance.” He grins, being a little cocky, knowing very well and good his balance is far from a fucking zero.

“Where would we put it? We can’t buy it without having a place for it.” I remind him of the other times he has brought a canvas with no idea where he wants to put it.

If I remember right he has at least five of them stashed away somewhere because he could not find a suitable place for them to hang in our house. He forgets that impulse buys do not always blend well with our colour schemes of the house.

“Anywhere, pick a spot.” He shrugs, “And not the bedroom.”

“Why not the bedroom?” I curiously inquire.

He glances at me and bites his lip, “Pick a place without questions, my love.” He insists and I comply, giving him my opinion on where we can place it.

I think the painting would look perfect in our living room, there is a unornamented part on the wall I have been meaning to decorate, somehow. A flawlessly painted, monochromatic painting works excellently, in my opinion.

While Harry and I continue to discuss the perfect location for our soon to be new purchase; we proceed to appreciate the other works of creativity hung skillfully on the walls.

I have a feeling we are going to get more than what we bargained for. Something tells me we might not leave here with just a painting.

“What the hell is he doing?” I hear Harry mutter, diverting my attention away from the aesthetic painting in front of me.

My eyes follow Harry’s distinct stare and cast themselves on a figure, a figure that causes Harry’s blood to hum in his veins in a distasteful manner.

Logan Meyer. Damn it.

“Elise,” Logan smiles as he walks closer with a slight grin on his lips, “Harry.” He nods towards Harry.

“Hi.” I politely acknowledge him, inching closer to Harry and resting my head on his shoulder subtly, doing my best to make it known that Harry needs to keep his cool. At the end of the day, I am right here on his arm.

“What the hell are you doing here, Meyer?” Harry does his best to keep his voice low, yet firm, thankfully keeping in mind that we are in public. Surely, they can keep their feud to a minimum.

“The same as you, admiring the view,” Logan smirks, his eyes fixed on me in a purpose to solely piss off Harry.

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[ENG Translation] Free! Eternal Summer - Another Story
Interference of a Fantasy (based on the Sourin Mook Drama)

Thank you @otp-tears​ for proofreading this!

Sousuke: So the location of the deal is in a nightclub. How annoying. My target…there he is. At the counter, huh.

(what? No sousuke awkwardly dancing and maneuvering himself to the counter?? nooooooo)

Minami: Here’s the stuff.

Uozumi: First let me check them. *click*

Uozumi: *sniff sniff* These are indeed authentic, used competition swimsuits. It’s a deal.

Minami: Please transfer the money to my usual account.

Uozumi: Okay.

Sousuke: Bingo.

Sousuke: Hold up.

Uozumi: A cop!? Gah!

Sousuke: Do you think you can hit me with such a shoddy attack?

*painful cry*

Minami: Time to go!

Sousuke: No way I’m letting you escape!

Minami: Ow-ow-Ouch! My arm…!

Sousuke: Give it up!

Uozumi: You forgot to watch out behind you! GAAAH!

Sousuke: …! He can still move…? Dammit!

Rin: You always mess up at the last stage don’t you, Sousuke? Heeah!

*painful cry*

Rin: Phew, that’ll do.

Sousuke: Rin!?

Rin: Hee. Yo! Long time no see, Sousuke! (such a cute grin :D)

Narration: Free! Eternal Summer - Another Story

Narration: Interference of a Fantasy

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Frostbit (Peter Parker x Female!Reader)

A/N: So this is my first fanfic like ever and I’m really proud of it I just hope you guys like it! I intend for this to be a series (as for how long, who knows), but please let me know if you want it to continue. Suggestions and constructive criticism is welcome!

**the format of this doesn’t have (Y/N) yet because it’s supposed to be from Peter’s POV (except for one part) but in the third person also I was too lazy to change the format I wrote it in lol but the next part will have the (Y/N) format so it will feel more like a Peter x reader type of thing

Warnings: violence (there’s quite a bit of action in this, but no one’s seriously hurt though)

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     Glass exploded onto the ground as the bat broke through the case.

    “Hey! Careful! You don’t wanna break the very thing we came here for,” a masked robber fumed. His partner turned around and shrugged. He grabbed the dirty terra cotta vase from among the glass shards. 

    Peter looked down from where he stuck to the upper corner of the exhibit, both amused and confused. Why lock up some dirty old vase? He thought. Why bother robbing it, there’s so many more valuable looking things all around here anyway! Like that old gold cup over there, or that cool sword—oh Ned would like that one.

    He was about to jump down to voice his questions to the petty thieves, when something moved in the hallway across the room. A girl’s head peeked out from behind the wall, unseen by all but Peter. Dressed in all black sweater, pants, shoes, and a weird-looking light-colored mask, she dashed to the sword display case, braced herself against it, then checked back to the robbers again. She sped behind another display case, then another, and another, slowly creeping closer to the thieves. It was here, Peter noticed she had an odd-looking mask covering her face. When she got to a giant ceramic jar, just a few paces away from them, she stopped and stood, turning to face them and crossing her arms.

    “Hey boys,” she called out.

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Neon and Dust

The Shoot space western AU that no one asked for.

(AN: The rough first chapter of the person of interest space western au that no one asked for. Rough because I haven’t fully finished world building stuff and won’t until I finish STC. It’s a bit long for tumblr but I didn’t want to move it over to ao3 just yet. The hub planets, if I ever write that far, will be more cyberpunk-y thus the neon in the title. Final rating unknown as of yet.)


Shaw looked around the table over the top of her cards. “You boys sure about that?”

The sound of a ship passing overhead roared through the bar and the entire building shook slightly, bottles rattling on shelves. Sounded like a freighter to her, probably headed towards the nearest terminal to blink the hell away from this dusty hellhole on the outskirts of nowhere.

“I said call, you damned cyborg.” The big guy across the table from her had been getting angrier and mouthier over the last few rounds as the little blue numbers on the credits bar in front of Shaw had ticked steadily upwards.

Shaw almost rolled her eyes at the insult; she was pretty sure he didn’t actually know about her arm. She dropped her cards on the table. “Read em and weep.”

She heard quiet mutters throughout the bar as everyone took in her cards.

“You’re cheating.” The man on her left stood up and leaned on his fist on the table, trying to tower over her.

“Maybe you’ve just got shit luck.” Shaw slouched further in her chair, the smallest of smiles playing around her lips. It was really too damn hot for the fight that was inevitably going to break out. Despite the fans turning lazily on the ceiling, there wasn’t even the semblance of a breeze in the dark bar.

“Well, your luck just ran out.”

The man reached behind himself, presumably for his gun, but Shaw didn’t wait to know for sure. Her left arm shot out under the table and clamped onto his upper leg, squeezing hard enough that she felt something snap. He screamed incoherently, and collapsed to the floor.

There was a long moment of silence and then the other two men at the table both jumped up, reaching for their guns. Shaw finally did roll her eyes and kicked the table over at them. She used the time it took them to recover to unfold herself from her chair and stand up, rolling her shoulders back and cracking her knuckles. The knuckles on her right hand, anyway.

Her left arm, hidden beneath her long coat and a very special glove a friend had gotten for her, was a bit…different. She’d have to pull her punches a little in this place or someone would catch on. (The man whose leg she had just pulverized could be a problem, but it had been so worth it).

Or maybe she could take them all on with only her right arm. Sounded like a good challenge. She wasn’t carrying any weapons today, didn’t want to give the local Samaritan Enforcement officers any reason to take a shot at her.

In her peripheral vision she saw five or six other people from the bar slowly moving in.

Looked like it was going to be a fun assignment after all.

When the local Enforcement officers got to the scene five minutes later, Shaw was the only one left standing. Mostly standing. One of her new friends had smashed a bottle on her leg and done a bit of damage, but nothing too serious.

“Empty your hands and turn around!”

Shaw sighed and dropped the man she’d been holding by the throat. She turned around slowly and raised her hands.

“Don’t want any trouble, gentlemen.” She tried to look harmless, though she was aware that given the large number of injured, groaning bodies around her it was probably a tough sell. But pummeling Enforcement agents was not on today’s agenda so she needed to play along. These guys were pretty pathetic as Enforcement agents went, the bottom of the barrel, but they still technically reported in to Samaritan and that meant not causing a scene.

Well, more of a scene.

She should have gotten out of here sooner, but it was too late to regret that.

“Arrest her,” snapped the leader of the squad. “And don’t try anything or we’ll open fire.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, officer.”

Reese was going to have a hissy fit when he bailed her out.

“Finally.” Shaw stood up when the Enforcement officer approached the cell door.

He looked at her and sneered. “Oh, you’re not getting out. We’ve just got some company for you.”

Another officer came down the hall, shoving a woman in front of him.

“Oh, hell no.” Shaw stalked over to the bars. “You are not putting her in here with me.”

“You two know each other?”

Shaw glared at the other woman, took in the mischievous look in her eyes and the shit-eating grin on her face.

“I know her type.”

“I thought I was your type, sweetie.”

Shaw was tempted to give herself away and just punch straight through the bars and knock the woman’s teeth in. Instead, she fumed quietly and made herself step back so they could open the door.

The first officer shoved her new companion into the cell and slammed the gate behind her. Both men turned to leave.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” the woman called after them, holding up her still-restrained wrists.

“Those stay on,” the first officer said. “We don’t want any repeats of what happened earlier.” Both officers disappeared through the metal door at the end of the hall.

“Well, I can’t say much for the hospitality here, but at least the company is excellent.”

Shaw made a disgusted noise. “Why the hell are you here, Root?”

Root pulled experimentally on the metal cuffs. “I got arrested, obviously.”

“Yeah, I don’t buy that for even a second.”

Root only smiled and waltzed past her to perch daintily on the edge of the bench that ran along the back wall of the small holding cell.

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anonymous asked:

omg i did not even know you would write a thing if asked?? that is maybe the sweetest thing ever and i don't even really know what to ask for except something where ferre is being particularly gentle? he is my favorite. something really horrible happened to me recently and i'm trying so hard to keep moving but have mostly just been scared and hurt and lost? but i am trying to hold on very tightly to the stuff that cheers me up.

oh gosh of course i’d be happy to- i’m sorry you had to go through something that’s making you feel like that but i’m so glad you’re concentrating on your happiness during rough times and i hope things get better soon- moving forward is all you can do sometimes, and i wish you all the best

here’s a little courferre for you, and anyone else who might need it right now :) [inspired by You Can Sleep While I Drive by Melissa Etheridge, which happened to come on when i started writing and is a song very close to my heart]

Combeferre finds Courfeyrac where he left him, curled up in blankets on the sofa, not really watching tv, just sort of staring at it. Things have been… hard. On all of them. But Courfeyrac has been worse off than anyone, and Combeferre’s never felt more distant from him. Courfeyrac doesn’t ask for help when he’s hurting, Combeferre knows this. He’s spent so much of his life being the one others lean on that his impulse, when things get rough, is to isolate himself, so as not to burden others, and can’t be told that he isn’t a burden. He’s pulled away from everyone closest to him, and Combeferre doesn’t know how to fix things, but is resolved to try.

“I need to get out of here.” He says, mind made up, and Courfeyrac turns to look at him. “Some new surroundings might provide a different perspective.”

Courfeyrac nods, slowly, unblinking and blank. “It’ll be good for you.”

“For us.” Combeferre clarifies. “I think you could use a change of scenery.”

Courfeyrac frowns. “‘ferre, I’m not- I won’t be good company.”

Combeferre shrugs, pulling on his coat. “You don’t need to be. I just- we both need some air, some time away from this apartment. We don’t have to talk about- anything. We can just get away from things for a while.” 

“It’s the middle of the night.” Courfeyrac murmurs, but stands, slowly, and wraps his blanket tighter around his shoulders.

“You can sleep while I drive.” 

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A dream about Anti

April 1st, 2017 (this dream was dremt the night before)

“TOP OF THE MORNING TO YOU LADDIES, my name is jacksepticeye and welcome to–”
With buzzing and excited energy, Jack starts his 5pm video with a bang with a brand new game for his viewers to see. His bubbling energy and bright smile made any viewer feel safe and fuzzy inside. The game seemed weird and warpy, like as if someone snatched chunks of play-doh and mashed them together to create a biome, whilst the sky above lit a poisonous venom colour (sort of looking like the Soda Drinker Game). Neverless Jack tells his story about how he found the game and that he seemed interested in playing it.

“Let’s get into it!” Jack announced hitting play. “Now i heard that this is some sort of circus game, with all kinds of like… tricks and pranks, all that sort of thing. Which is great because–” he lunges his body out of the shot of the camera, making him out of sight for just a few moments, it was so quick that it almost didn’t seem human. “APRIL FOOLS!!!” he bellows, his face so close to the camera it basically took up the entire webcam frame. Chuckling to himself he sat back down and started playing.

The game consisted of weird carnival games and events; giant wheels that go high into the air, whack-a-mole and arcade games, hall of mirrors and hook-a-duck… pretty much a circus fair simulator! But each event or ride seemed… broken. Something was sure to start freaking out and fly in some sort of direction or straight up not do as its told when Jack interacted with it. Despite it breaking, Jack got many laughs out of it all.

Throughout the game, something didnt feel right. The game gave off a weird effect, as if it was pulling you in more and more as you played. Not as if “i want to play more of this game” sort of way, it was more like there was some sort of mental magnet, making you never want to leave this place. Jack himself looked like he was in a trance every now and then whilst he played. Out of nowhere inside the game, an elevator appeared, just sat in the play-doh concrete floor, and Jacks eyes suddenly sparkled with curiosity.

“Ooooh… let’s go in here!” He suggested, walking up to it. Clicking the mouse and pressing several buttons to try and interact with it, he managed to get inside the elevator. “AHA!” He announced, “finally something that didnt break of me–eeeeah?” His final word turned into a confused mumble when the game loaded. He was inside the elevator, but there were four doors, one on each side, and there was a barrier stopping him getting through them all.

 "Can i not leave??“ Jack asked, trying everything he can to escape. “Aaah fuck, i should of known this would be broken EVERYTHING IN THIS GAME IS BROKEN.” he complained. Sitting up in his seat he tried again.
“Is there really no escape–” the video suddenly sent silent, and the webcam changed, an image of anti sat there, smiling at the camera; you could barely see him, but his smile shone through.

Suddenly a sharp noise screeched out of nowhere, making Jack flinch in shock. The elevator started moving, like as if it was descending. The rumble of the room got faster and faster, the elevator flying into the unknown abyss of the game.
“Ohhhh god i dont like it i dont like it i dont like it” Jack said, tensing up to the point his shoulders almost met his temple. “I can literally feel the force of–” he shook his head frantically, juttering almost and another anti glitch appeared; blood running down its face and grin, “the fucking pull of going down in an elevator!” Jack sat in his seat, wincing and wishing for the elevator to stop vibrating. “Ohh god please stop…”

“̸͡Y̵͜o͟͜ú̷̕͢ ̸͡҉̨̕w̸̨͝i̴͝ş͟h̸̀͝͡ ͝͏̛t̶̸́o̸̢̡͢͢ ̷̶͡ś̡̢͡t͏͞҉̴ơ̶͠p͏͠.̴͢.̵̧̧͝.̸̸̢̀͞?̢̡̨̡̛"̸̧̨͜͟

That familar voice. It would send shivers down your spine. Both of excitement, and fear. "P̷̴̀͠͞a͏̷̨t͡͏̨͡͏h̶̢ȩ̸̕̕͞t̷͡i̵͠͠ç-̸̡-̷̶͢ ̡̢̧̕͜y̷̵͟͜͝o̶̵̕̕͡ų͝͞ ̵̛͘͟c̷̕a͜҉͝n͟͏'̶̢͢͟͟t̡̨͜-̷̷̛̀-̨́ ̵̷͜͝҉i͘҉̨ ͏̧͠͞c̷̸̛a̵͘n̶͘'̢͜͏ţ̴ ̧̛s̴͏t͡҉͢o͏̢̨͟ṕ̵̵̷.͝͠͞"̵̛͢͡͡
The facecam suddenly turned black and disappeared, leaving the gameplay in a state of silence, only the rumble of the elevator making a small trudling noise. All of a sudden, the camera view of the game breaks away, switching it from first person to third, and Jack appears, panting. The webcam hisses and static noises break loose before reappearing, with Anti in Jacks seat, and Jack in Anti’s game.

"̴͡Y̢ǫu̸ ̨͜͜c̷̕͟a̕n̴͜t̴͜ ̷͜͡è͡s͏̡̛c͠à̕͘p͞͡ȩ,̸̴̧ ҉̷͜y̸o̵u̸ ͜c̀͝à͡ń̵̡'̷͘͘t͜ ̛͟e̵s̨͘͟c͜a͠p̧͠͠e̡̢͘!͘͜͞” Jack stands and stumbles from the force of the elevator before running around, frantically trying to pry a door open.
“͏̧͡Ý̵ò͝u͢͜ ̵̧́c̴a̶n̛ ́͢tr̸̨͟y̷̢-͘͜-͟͠ ̵̧i̛͡͞ ̧c͝ą͡n̵̛͡ ͝ţ͘͟r̢͢y–̷̕ ̸a͢͞l̕l ̷͟y̴͠͠ou̸ ̨w̕à̕̕n͏t̴́,҉͝ b̷ų̵t ̢ẁe҉͝–̸ w̸̕͝í̛l̴l͝ ́b̷e̶͠-̕͞-́"̴ The facecam sparks and creates static, Anti throwing his head in wild directions, making the game itself freeze from time to time; almost as if to stop Jack from trying to escape. 

"̠́͗̑̆ͫ̚͢ͅW̛͎̥̳͎͌ͮ-̫̪̯͇̃̓ẁ̴̫̻͎̩͔̗̣͒̒͆ͦ͐̅e̢͈͎̖ ̉͆҉̦̤w͇̟̬̋ͤͫͤ͛̓̀ì͉̹̯̖̘l̳̦͐͋ͩͭ͌͜ͅl̴̊ ̦͎̯̲̭̭̈͆ͅb̥̈́̐̐ͪ̃͌͢ę̬̫͇̅͑̚-̙̝̬̟̓͐ͅ-̖͔̩̞̤̓͆̌ ̼̈́͒͗̈͌̽͞T̴̳͔ͦͩ͆O̩̟̠͛ͫ̎̒́G͖ͤͩ̉͑Ê̦̗̋̀T̶ͭH̲̒̇ͤ̌E̹̦̪̫͓̟̻̓̒̓ͥ̓ͣR̡̥͔̻͚ͣ̿ͪ̃̍ͬ̚!̵̲̞̺͇̻̲̥̊ͥ̈́ ̮̀͛ͦ̒̓̊f̵̽̏̾o̹̜̩̰̻͖̩ͯ̒ṙ̡͔͚͇̰̊ͥ͗ͪe͈ve͚̦̞͕͈r͎̣̱̣̬̠͚.̠͖̼̲͙̖̽̽͂ͤ̐̂͜.̟̒ͥͨ̄͟.̖̪̱̖̥͚̀͆ͬ̌͋ͅ"̲̦͔̱͇̼ͩ̈́ͮͪ́́̎

"NO!” Jack yelled, kicking at a door one final time before giving up. “I might not be able to hear you fully because your shitty signal doesnt work, but FUUUUCK you.” Jack stood in the centre, smiling to himself from his witty comment. The facecam froze in shock, Anti didnt like being talked back to.

“̶̡̨̙̠̲̥͛̇͐̃̽ͤͯ̄͑ͯ̈̀͗̋͐͟F̸̡̠̙̰̯͔̳͓͉͈͎̫̠̆̐̆̓̅ͨ̀͐̄̉ͣ̐͢͢I̷̥͔͚̝̺͙̤̰̫̦̩̬̞̎ͦ͛̂ͫ͆́̏͂̕͠͠N̴ͩͬ͗ͮ̀͢͏͙̹͕̘̤͙E̯̘̱̪͕ͦͧͯͣͥ͋̽̓ͩ̑̀̀̚ͅ!̶̧̧͚͙͇̣͎̦͕̮̙̹̩̬̒̿̑ͬ͒̓ͨͩ̾͒̾́̂̅ͅ!̃̈ͮ͌ͪ͊ͯͣ̈ͪ͂ͯ̚҉̮͚͉̟̮̥͚͓͍̯̳̕͟͝” Anti lunges at the camera, arm outstetched and hands clawed, ready to almost grab you. The facecam turned into TV static and disappeared, and the elevator around Jack started to break down in glitches. The walls ran with vibrant broken colours, the textures switching sides several times. Worried, Jack retreated to the centre of the room.

“Shit, shitshitshit.” All of a sudden the speakers and several rides from the circus rides glitch through the ceiling and straight through Jack, but the wires and cords latch onto him and pull, trying to make him go through the floor into the unknown. “NO–” he yelps, trying to fight against it. “Fucks sake Anti i dont want this– i’m so sick of you trying to control me–!”

“̵̡̡Ì͟m ͏͞s͜͡o͘͝ ̡s͘͟͡ic̷̴k̢ óf̸ ͞w̢͠-͘w̧͟a̛͝-̧w̵̡a̶̡i̡̛t͝i͏͜n̛͝g̀͝ ̢f̶͢͝o̵͝r̡͞ ͏ỳ̨̛o͏u̴͠ ̢͘͞t͢-̵͞t̶ǫ g̢͏i̵̡͜v̧͢ȩ͟ ̸͟ùp,̢͝ ͢i҉̨͢ ̧͟͞m̧͝ì̵͢ǵht͟ ̶as̀͢ ̨́͞well̴ ͢k-k͞҉-̶̴k̴͢҉I͘͠L̴L͞ Y̕͝OU̸̢͘ ̸̢Ǹ͢O̢W̸͜!̨͜” The cords dragged Jack down more, making him go onto his knees, the glitches dripped down the walls more and more, creeping towards the floor. If jack can’t escape, the glitches will reach the floor, make Jack fall through it, and he will be lost inside this circus game forever.

Just seeing this happen… you felt a strong incline for Jack to win. If all goes to plan Jack will be lost forever, and Anti will take over. Jack struggled and fought, cursing under his breathe as he tried to wriggle out of the cords. The glitches dripped more and more, getting closer as time grew short.

But despite it all, Jack broke through. Anti’s chants and glitched facecam and video, made Jack more determined to win. He didn’t want to be a puppet of his game, a toy, a shell.
“FUCK YOU ANTI!” Jack announced, pulling hard at the cords. “YOU GLITCH BITCH MOTHERFUCKER, YOU’RE JUST DEPRESSED BECAUSE YOU CAN’T HAVE A BODY OF YOUR OWN TO SHOW OFF YOUR MASSIVE EGO.” Blue sparks flew off of the cords, the glitches have hit the floor, and they were growing toward the green beacon. But with determination, the cords snapped, and the whole video had plunged into darkness.

“Thank you… for hearing my call” a faint voice said. A Jack’s voice said. A small giggle was followed after that, and the video ends there. Jack had defeated Anti for the time being.

(Some bits were made up in this dream but only to fill in the blanks, but most of this DID happen in the dream. Sorry its super long!!!)



For @tinyfiestyrosiekitten and @darklordofcutlets because I know what you guys are about and what you’re about is an AU where Megatron is a rifle, and a human Orion really likes firing him off. Everything after first paragraph under the cut.

Gun. Part One of Perhaps More.

The first thing that registered to Megatron’s static-laden senses as he came back to fully online status was that everything hurt. A persistent, full-body prickling, aching sensation- the residue of stunning energy, which explained why…well, nothing seemed to be working right now. His core systems came first, but his sensory suite was muffled, every last mobile part of him seemingly unresponsive.

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Surprise! A KarmAgisa short fanfic

Part 1

Nagisa’s point of view

I cringed as my mom gripped my pigtails. “All I did was ask for a dog…why is she doing this to me?” I thought as she tore out small clumps of my hair and slammed my head down on the table. I stayed still, she was like some type of rabid animal. Maybe if I play dead she’ll leave me be. After a few moments I heard her footsteps leave to her bedroom and straightened up, rubbing my nose which had warm, sticky blood dripping from it. I grabbed a few tissues and began wiping up the blood, holding the tissue over my nose. I went to my room and picked up my phone to talk to Karma.

Nagisa: Hey Karma

Karma: Oh Nagisa

Karma: What’s up?

Nagisa: Think I could go to your house today?

Karma: It’s your birthday, shouldn’t you spend it with family?

Nagisa: Not to sound edgy but I’d rather be happy celebrating my birthday than stay here with my family

Karma: Oh, yeah come on over

Karma: Awww I make you happy? ;)

Nagisa: Don’t make me call up Kayano-chan

Karma: Come over Nagisa, don’t be like that

Karma: I’ll even get the guest room set up

Nagisa: Thanks, I’ll be there in a few minutes

I began to pack my bag and texted my dad about where I was going in case my mom sent anyone after me. I didn’t want anyone dragged into this if they had no place in it. No WAY I would let Karma get dragged into my personal life, he’d probably tease me about it or stop talking to me altogether…

(Time skip)

I got to Karma’s house and paced back and forth from the door to the sidewalk, unsure if I should risk staying at his house.

“Hey, Nagisa, don’t think I can’t see you, I’ll be right down,” Karma called down from his bedroom window. He climbed out on the window and hopped down to where I was from the second floor, landing softly. He was like a cat or something…speaking of…I wanted a dog SO badly…

“Nagisa, come on,” Karma said. He tried to drag me in his house. The sudden jolt made me trip and I fell forward, my hand slipping out Karma’s grip. I landed on my hands and knees. Never have I ever hated Karma’s pebble driveway as much as I did now. The fall caused the small rocks to poke and tear into my skin. I felt a shuddering pain as I got to my feet. Sure, I had faced worse, a LOT worse. I had faced Takaoka and Karma worse and this was nothing but hell did it HURT. I cringed in pain and stabbing discomfort as I tried to take the pebbles out my skin. I felt Karma’s arm drape around my shoulder and stumbled, my legs trembling.

“That was a bad fall, huh?” Karma asked. I nodded and plucked a shard of glass from my hand, wincing in pain and damn near biting my own tongue off. “Well let me help.”

Karma scooped me up in his arms and carried me to his doorstep. He slung my bag around his shoulder as he carried me like I was nothing more than a pack of sodas.

“I-I can walk fine Karma!” I yelped. How embarrassing! First I tripped and now I being carried for a whole 10-15 feet? I was mortified, downright MORTIFIED!

“Haha, you’re blushing. Put you in some girl clothes and maybe fix your pigtails up and I’d look like prince charming saving my little princess,” Karma chuckled. Like I said, mortified.

“P-princess?!” I cried out as he opened the door.

“Mmm…more like my little blueberry jester. You’re such a laugh!” Karma teased. I buried my face Karma’s arm at these pathetically mortifying nicknames! So pathetically embarrassing, horribly mortifying, awfully terrible, but…cute.

“Karma, can you please help me in an actual helpful way? These hurt,” I whimpered. Karma smirked down at me.

“I have something fun to show you in my room. First I’ll clean you up and bandage you then you can see,” Karma said. Room? Fun? No no no no no no NO! I squirmed.

“Fun?! Room?! Dear lord Karma, we’re only 17!” I yelped. He laughed quite loudly and for a long time.

“Oh god, oh my god! You thought I wanted to do that? That of all things? You already can’t walk as is,” Karma chortled.

“Hey, what makes you think you would top!” I said. He laughed and took me to the bathroom, setting me down on the sink.

“Nagisa, you’re 160 centimeters. I’ve already hit 182 centimeters. You think you could top me, when I’m 22 centimeters (~8.7 inches) taller? You’re so adorable~” Karma teased as he got some antibiotic and tweezers. He gently plucked the pebbles and glass pieces from my skin and I cringed. My eyes teared up from pain and the sight of his bright red hair was obscured in my vision.

“Ka-Karma…stop it hurts,” I whimpered. Karma nodded and kept plucking the horrid objects from my palms.

“I know, but we have to get these cleaned and bandaged as soon as possible before they get infected,” Karma said as he finished taking out the pebbles mixed with some shards of glass. He then proceeded to clean and bandage the cuts, with me wincing from the intense stinging sensation. “Good job Nagisa. Now off with your pants.”

“M-my pants?!” I exclaimed. He sighed and unbuttoned my jeans, tugging them down. I pulled my shirt down over my plain black boxers and blushed darkly. “Karma!”

“Relax, I just have to clean up your knees,” he said. The same torturous process repeated with me begging Karma to stop and him telling me this was the only way he could prevent an infection. When it was all finally over, he took my pants away.

“Hey, just what are you doing to my pants Karma?” I asked, following him while pulling my shirt down.

“Putting them to wash with my dark clothes, can’t have you going home with bloody jeans can we?” he asked as he tossed the jeans into the washer. “Just go change into sweatpants or shorts or something.”

“Fine, fine,” I grumbled as I went back to the bathroom where Karma had set down my bag. I dug through it and pulled out my grey sweatpants, pulling them on. The soft inside texture caught slightly on the rough texture of the bandages as I pulled them on. I walked back out the bathroom and walked around. Karma’s quiet…that’s not good. That’s not good at all! I thought as I looked around. A soft breath came down my neck and a thick blue cloth was wrapped around my eyes.

“Time to show you your surprise Nagi! Don’t worry, I’ll carry you up to my room,” Karma said in my ear. He lifted me back up again and I clung to him, fearful this was a cruel prank and he would drop me on purpose as my “surprise”.

I felt each step Karma took up the stairs, my heart pounding as I clutched onto him nervously. I heard a soft scratching noise from Karma’s room as we got closer. Oh god…what kind of death beast has he gotten?! I thought. Every little step rocked me in Karma’s arms softly and I took deep breaths as the scratching got louder. Karma’s door opened, with the squeaky hinges I hate that sounded like something from an old horror movie. He set me on his bed and I heard a small grunt noise followed by the soft sound of panting. He took off my blindfold with one hand and I saw the cutest thing in my life. A little German Shepherd and corgi mix. I gasped and felt a small squeal rise in my throat but held back as I reached out a hand to gently pet the small dog.

“I knew you wanted a dog, I saw the way you looked so enviously at couples leaving the pet store with a new pup. So, what are you going to name her?” Karma asked. I smiled and paused, snapping when the perfect name came to mind.

“Mind if I call her…Revenge? Kinda like karma but not quite. I think it’d be a nice little tribute to you,” I said. “For all you’ve done.”

“Ironic too. This lil pup hardly knows how to bark!” Karma chuckled, gently rubbing behind the dog’s ear.

“Why would you go through the trouble of getting a dog?” I asked, smiling as the small mix cuddled up beside me.

“For your birthday silly! Plus you surely are clueless, huh?” Karma sighed. “I put an emphasis on a certain word. Now you have a dog but you still aren’t part of a….”

He waved his hands as if expecting me to complete the sentence.

“Hm…pyramid scheme?”


“Assassination attempt?”

“Lord no!”

“Illuminati gathering.”

“My god Nagisa! Couple, I was looking for couple!” Karma exclaimed.

“No, whatever stripper or hooker or whoever you’re paying to date me can go back to where they came from,” I said. Karma rolled his eyes.

“My god, you really are oblivious. ME. I was referring to you dating ME!” Karma said.

“Couple…with Karma? And get a new dog? Okay okay don’t pass out. Deep breath, deep breath…” I thought to myself. “Your mom won’t let you anyways, good luck telling Karma…”

“I…can’t Karma. I just…my mom,” I said. I looked down, disappointed and picked up Revenge, putting her in Karma’s lap. Both made the saddest, cutest puppy dog eyes I had ever seen in my life. So cute…so so cute! And they’re going to be with me!….Aw shit, this wasn’t fair! Karma is guilt tripping me…

“Pretty please Nagisa? I know your mom is mean and demanding but please oh please just try! I’ll even go with you to try and reason with her. Let’s worry about that later though. Even if she won’t let you have me and Revenge forever, you’ll have us tonight,” Karma said. He chuckled and put his head in my lap, gently taking out my pigtails and playing with the tips of my hair which now went down to the middle of my torso.

My mom and dad getting back together helped a lot but now that my dad got a job with crappy hours, she’s just as stressed and irritable as before. Not to mention she hasn’t let me cut my hair, she said I can once I finish high school. Sometimes I hate my long hair but seeing Karma giggle and smile as he plays with it…I like it….

“Ah Nagisa, your hair is so soft,” Karma cooed. Revenge was cuddled up beside me and was licking my hand. Karma sat up and stroked my hair in a way that felt calming and reassuring as opposed to how my mother stroking my hair felt…creepy and unsettling. Her touch made my alert by Karma’s made me feel happy and at ease. “Mind if I braid your hair Nagi?”

“No…I don’t mind at all,” I said, sighing and leaning my head towards him.

“Ah you’re so adorable, you leaning for me to pet your hair is like a dog or a cat,” Karma said with a smirk. I didn’t care, this felt too nice for me to care. He got up and told me to stay on his bed, leaving the room. He returned moments after holding my bag and taking out the brush I always brought over. He began to brush through my hair, taking time to gently untangle knots and avoiding pulling my hair.

I hummed at the gentle touch. Despite my mom treating my hair like some kind of trophy, she’d always tug clumps of my hair out while brushing it. How my hair remained thick and soft was a mystery to me (A/N: SAME THO NAGISA) and it honestly irked me sometimes. Revenge had fallen asleep beside me and I looked at Karma.

“Will you help me take care of her if my mom allows me to keep her?” I asked, worried about taking care of this little puppy all on my own. Karma nodded and kissed my cheek.

“Well duh, I’m not giving you a load of responsibilities for your birthday. That comes on your 21st birthday when you can legally drink, don’t you know?” Karma joked. He ruffled my hair a bit in a playful manner, I couldn’t help my giggle. He’s so lighthearted and laid back…

“Alright, alright. I’m sure she’ll like the idea of me dating a guy to further her illusion of me being a girl,” I said with a smile. I laid down and nuzzled him, sighing happily. I heard soft rain start outside and Karma held me tighter. “Karma, are you scared of thunder?”

“No not thunder, I’m scared of rain. It makes me think of tsunamis and hurricanes,” Karma admitted, clinging onto me as Revenge went on Karma’s other side, licking his face and panting softly.

I smiled and Karma hid his face in my shirt, shaking softly.
“It’s alright Karma,” I assured him as the sound of rain grew heavier. I kissed his forehead and held him close, it just seemed like the thing I should do. It seemed to work as his shaking lessened despite the crescendo of raindrops. He nuzzled his face in my neck, which tickled slightly.

“Bet you never expected someone like me to fear rain, huh?” he murmured into my neck. For some reason that felt right too, and it felt good.
“Well I thought you didn’t have any fears,” I chuckled.
“Well I have loads, doesn’t mean I show it often,” Karma said. He turned me so I was laying on my back and he was straddling me with his chin on my chest. “Also, I like cuddling. It’s a nice contrast to always being violent and stuff.”

Whatever he was doing by showing me his soft side just felt right…and I loved it.

*Tap tick tap*

What was that noise?

Karma heard it too and pressed his body over mine as if to hide me

*Tap tap tap*

“Karma?” I whimpered. “What is tha-”

Karma put his hand over my lips in an attempt to shush me and I got the message. He slowly got off of me as quietly as possible. He grabbed a switchblade knife from his bookcase he had always kept for “emergencies” but him being a sadist I had no clue.


The door near Karma’s room opened, far more creaky and horror movie-ish than Karma’s bedroom door. I heard shuffling in the room and Karma went out, holding the knife. I crept behind him, nervous and holding a pillowcase I tugged off Karma’s pillow. I saw a woman with dark blue hair moving stuff around in the guest room.

“MOM?!” I cried out. Why did she always ruin EVERY happy moment I had?!
“Nagisa, WHY are you at the Akabane household?” she scolded, looking at me.
“I told dad!” I said.
“…Oh,” she said. “I see, I see…" She glared at me and Karma for a bit. I chewed my lip nervously and looked to Karma for help. “Ms. Shiota, Nagisa is spending the night here. See, I really like Nagisa,” Karma said. She raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” she sneered. “Shit! This won’t end well…,” I thought.

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Get-together AU (could also be canon divergence) where they meet in military hospital/rehabilitation.

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Clint & Phil do the friends with benefits thing, until one of them back off because oh look! One of them fell in love with the other.

Please Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

Requalifying, in Clint’s (repeatedly) considered opinion, sucked.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t had unwanted downtime before. Bolivia: a brand new hole in his thigh and a seriously unfunny gash one fucking inch from his left nut; Monaco: busted ankle, two cracked ribs, and a motherfucker of a concussion; Greenland: what the hell, what fuckhat decided to engage in ice cube espionage in the dark all winter, was what Clint wanted to know about that, and that was before the fall, the cracked tailbone, and the compound fracture to the collarbone. All of those times he’d done his rehab like a good boy (okay, not like a good boy. Like a sullen pissy boy, but still), and then they’d made him do weeks of requal on every firearm he commonly used and usually a few he’d rather just throw, apparently because someone in HR or HQ or some other H thing thought it was funny to drive him up, over, and through the wall.

After all, it wasn’t like he didn’t make sure the rehab included making sure his shooting was what it should be, and if the PT guy didn’t give him stuff that would support that goal, he just went and found someone who would. He’d requal'ed on the bow on the first try even after the collarbone, so he had more than a little evidence backing him up, too. It was all just fucking pointless, seriously, and while he didn’t mind working his ass hard enough to have the shakes all over, still, he liked for it not to be for a stupid reason. Damn it.

So PT had been his first stop once they actually let him out of Medical, and Requal for a schedule (which they were apparently all about taking one’s time with; who the fuck needed to do handguns and rifles days apart? Come on. It wasn’t like there was a whole bunch of new principles to learn or something!) had been second, and fine, maybe he was kind of in a mood anyway because Medical was not his favorite place to be and also they never let him climb anything even if he totally could and also their food was shit, but now he was done for the day, with an appointment for a second verse, same as the first, tomorrow, and woohoo, his evening’s agenda was a stop at the quartermaster for keys and then an exciting evening of counting the bumps in that texture stuff on the ceiling.

Yeah, injury-associated downtime? Completely designed by assholes.

He chucked his gear in the corner of his temporary quarters, the third-over/second-up boring box of pre-assembled hut in a boring block of boring box huts two boring blocks of boxes over from the commissary, and went to look in the ostensibly supplied-and-ready fridge.

Uh-huh, supplied with water, air, and a box of clumped-up baking soda. The three MREs, all mouse-nibbled, in the cabinet, completed the promised supply of edibles. Awesome. Probably that meant the sweatpants and socks he’d requisitioned on his way out of Medical were also neither present nor accounted for, and that meant he could either shower and then put back on his sweaty crap, which, not the worst thing he’d ever worn, obviously, but since the one actual benefit of life on a base was that there was always hot water, available foodstuffs, and clean laundry, it was obnoxious, or he could go tear someone a new orifice of some sort, get clothes and food, and then shower.

Or, he could strip, shower, eat the jerky in his bag, and go to bed. That sounded pretty promising, except for how putting on dried-stiff sweaty clothing was also not on his top ten list of ways to start the morning and also, come <i>on</i> getting away from shitty food was one of the reasons he was happy about getting out of Medical and jerky had a time and place but now was not it. He looked in the cabinet again. “Seriously?” he asked the empty shelves. “Not even instant barely-drinkable fake coffee?” He threw up his hands, hit the light, and headed for the door, then stopped and doubled back for his wallet because he fucking knew if he went down to find someone to fix his supply problem without every conceivable piece of ID on his person there would just be a hundred reasons to hate everyone, and movement out the window caught his eye.

In the identical structure across from him, all of about six feet away because temp box-huts were not noteworthy for their prominent lawns and only pretended by having the front doors and “back yards” (four by eight feet of painted grass) alternate directions that they were not uncomfortably close together, a middle-aged man, slightly balding, was removing the clothes of a bureaucrat (which probably meant he was one of the HR types who wanted him to requal). Clint didn’t know why he stopped to watch (little creepy, right? Spying on a guy on base for no reason?), but hey, any true intel is good intel, and it was hardly his fault the guy didn’t know there was anyone across the way; the angle probably meant that only someone standing just right here could see through from the front of one living area to the back of the other. So he stood there at his dented and uninspiring blinds in the dark and watched.

Which was why, when the guy was down to boxers and socks and hard muscle under the suit, Clint got to see him do some of the quasi-yoga halfway-jiu-jitsu stuff Clint was way too familiar with from PT, and also got to see a particularly excellent array of scars and marks, several of them the hallmarks, in combination with the aforementioned hard muscle, of the kind of badassery that made Clint drool.

Fine, maybe not one of the HR types. Maybe just temporarily riding a desk? Clint shuddered at the prospect that one day, in five years or ten, rehabbing an injury might very well be a slow enough game for him that he’d suffer a similar fate.

He stared through another round of stretches and slow but forceful strikes and kicks, and then ran his hand through his (ugh, sweat-stiff) hair and remembered he had a date with someone over in Supply. A date that was going to involve sarcasm, glaring, and a significant discussion in which his side was primarily the expression of expectations unmet by country miles and/or broad sides of barns.

Well, it was better than most of his social life.

He gave one more glance through the window at Badass Desk Jockey, now working a series of poses that involved a hand balance and various positions for legs pointing every direction (did that even count as crow pose any more?), then shoved his ID in his pocket with his keys and went out the door.

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What are your recs for klance Fanfics. As many as you can throw out. I'm getting desperate fam

mmmm okay here we go!!!! my personal fanfic recommendations <3 

“Firsts are best because they are beginnings.” Or, Keith is the new Gryffindor seeker and Lance is in denial (but what else is new). SFW ・ one-shot

“You give off the obnoxious popular vibe. The mullet, and the rap sheet, and—the fingerless gloves,” Lance replies, and barrels on before Keith can take it the wrong way. “I’m so handsome, my name’s Keith and I’m a pilot.”
“That sounds more like a compliment than an insult,” Keith says slowly, a disdainful quirk to his eyebrows that only spurs Lance on. He tilts his head a bit, his bangs shadowing his face, like he’s assessing a particularly impossible physics problem. “And I don’t like that voice you’re using.” SFW ・ one-shot

Lance is the star athlete of his college swim team, and the best diver they’ve had in decades. He’s a watercolor artist who’s brilliant use of palettes and textures has given him regional recognition, often displaying his work in multiple student galleries. He’ll never admit it, but he loves art museums and talking about technique and styles of art. He’s an active member of his fraternity and holds his role as Vice President very highly. He gets good grades and works hard to be recognized - he even tutors English Literature to other students on Saturdays.

He didn’t know he’d be talking about conspiracy theories with an unknown number on a Tuesday night, until his phone went off at three in the morning. SFW ・ 4/?

“I am trying to figure out these VSEPR exercises,” Keith sighs. Loudly. “You know, like—”
“Like valence-shell electron-pair repulsion theory?” Lance finishes for him. 
Keith stares.
Lance bats his eyelashes and chews on his bubblegum, blowing a large bubble and snapping it right in front of Keith’s face. “What?” he says. “Like it’s hard.”
(or, the fic in which antisocial loner Keith seeks chemistry tutoring from resident airhead cheerleader Lance. Who, actually, isn’t that much of an airhead as it turns out.) SFW ・ 1/3

So being the delightful boyfriend he was, Lance offered to stay in Keith’s apartment while he was gone. Besides, it was comforting being surrounded by Keith’s belongings. If felt like he was still with him. Lance had been in the middle of his own Christmas cheer, subtle decorating to music and working on something special for Keith when his phone rang.
“There’s just too much snow, baby. We couldn’t even see the roads; we had to stop.”
That was not what Lance wanted to hear. SFW ・ one-shot

For Lance, humans were a mystery. He’d lived beneath the surface of the ocean with his shoal his entire life, and had intended to remain there. He knew the danger humans posed to his kind, and what would happen if he came close to one. That’s why, when he found one drowning, his first instinct was to save him.
He’d never been good at following the rules anyway. Not Rated ・ 26/?

Music is the language of the soul. Keith wholly believes in that philosophy. He’s always been able to hear more than just words in lyrics, more than just chords in music, and this new band speaks so loudly, with so much heart, that he’s swept away by their songs, and, more importantly, by their very attractive frontman. SFW ・ 4/? (discontinued :( still a fave though)

Lance and his friends have been regulars at the Altea Dance Studio for years. Not just for classes, but to hang out, practice, and spend time with good people who love dancing. Every year, they audition to be one of the few representing Altea at the regional dance competition. Lance always auditions solo, but this year he misses out on auditions and blows his chance to participate. 
And so does his self-proclaimed rival, Keith.
Luckily, Shiro comes up with a brilliant plan: convince Lance and Keith to audition as a duo.
With a little convincing, and a lot of effort, these two might just be able to pull it off and go to regionals… or they might crash and burn. SFW/mild mature scene ・ 11/16

After the Conclave blew up in everyone’s face, the whole world went to shit. Lance didn’t know what to make of it, but there was no way he would join the Inquisition to become their tool. Sure, he could close the rifts now, by some miracle - accident in his humble opinion - and he was doing his best to close them on his own. Trouble was, they were getting worse as time went on. After being tossed by a shade, he was seriously reconsidering doing this by himself. Needless to say, he got lucky that a cute Seeker came to his rescue after getting caught in a dragon’s nest; the only problem was that cute Seeker was trying his damnedest to recruit him into the Inquisition. Mature ・ 5/?

Shiro has been a Galra prisoner for over a year; with his flight feathers clipped and unable to fly. Desperate to escape, he jumps overboard while being transported to the capitol on a Galran ship. Lance is a merman who saves him from drowning. Keith thinks Shiro is about to become mermaid dinner. Hunk just wants Lance to stop going to the surface all the time, dammit!
(AU where Avians (winged folk), Galra, humans and merfolk cohabit earth. Shiro and Keith are avian soldiers, Lance is the youngest son of a Queen, Hunk is also a merman and Pidge is still looking for her family.) Mature ・ 10/?

Keith never expected YouTube to lead him to the love of his life. Mature ・ 11/?

Soulmates AU; Jimin

Originally posted by nnochu

Summary; You and your s/o both have tattoos of half a heart. When you are near to meeting your s/o, the heart will start to reconnect itself. When you finally meet your s/o and touch the hand with his tattoo on it, the heart on both of your hands will become a whole heart.


-you found your tattoo when you were only 3

-as it appeared the day you turned 3 

-you asked your mum about it

-and she replied with

-”when you’re older I will tell you”

-and ever since then you’ve been trying to figure out where this tattoo came from

-why was it on your wrist

-and how did it get there in the first place?

-and why did it pick you?

-those were the exact same questions that Park Jimin was asking himself

-he kept on trying to connect the heart with another line that he drew with a pen but it didn’t work

-it just faded the pen immediately

-no ifs no buts 

-that liquid was gone

-he didn’t know how he got the tattoo either

-until you two were told

-that it was like you couldn’t live without your soul mate

-so you have to find your soulmate to complete the heart tattoo

-it’s like finding the other half of your heart

-so finding that out made everything seem….a little bit more clear

-both of you didn’t understand what was going on with the tattoos but you seem to get it 

-both of you still seemed to try and connect the hear manually but the magic force of soulmates wasn’t having it

-not one bit

-by now you would think that they would know that they have to go out and find each other

-but apparently not

-so fast forward a couple years

-more like 10

-and you’ve grown up! 

-and you’re doing a job you love

-which is backstage work at one of the top music shows in korea!

-your job is to just help the idols relax themselves and get ready to actually perform on stage

-which is a great job because you get to interact with idols and find out a lot more about their personalities and stuff

-the best ones to work with are the rookies because even though they’re a little stressed and nervous 

-they have bubbly personalities and a lot of humor

-the more serious ones….are the elder generation performers

-they’re relaxed already so there’s not that much you can do to help them anyways 

-but you talk with them about what they like doing and why they like being idols

-sometimes they ask about your life which is quite a change but a change you’re willing to take on

-you still kind of prefer the rookie groups

-the popular groups are like the rookies and the elder performers mixed into one

-some of them are quite childish but like to also chill out and talk

-you entered your job when it was the summer season

-and was still there in the autumn which is good cause it means they like you

-you think you interacted with most of the groups


-your duty that day was to watch over BTS

-who are….right now…

-like the kings……

-you were kind of excited to find out what sort of people they were underneath the cool kid/bad boy personas they have

-they had a childish nature when they first debuted but have now matured into young adults and have a new image to keep up



-they still kids at heart 

-you get into work bright and early to finish off some paperwork that had to be in the next week

-wow look at you 

-miss prepared for anything

-you printed it off and placed it in the little paper holder you had and headed back downstairs to go prepare the boy’s backstage room

-they didn’t ask for much

-but one of them asked for a football

-the staff said no


-so yeah

-that took you all the way to lunch

-you sat outside and ate because it was actually a nice day

-you couldn’t be asked to bring lunch so you just went to the nearest GS25 and got the meal deal with a slushie

-you know

-not the slush puppy kind

-not the frutina kind that you got at the indoor play house

-RIP fantasy Island (1990?-2010) 


-im talking about the mac daddy of slushies

-the tango ice blast

-the smooth and sour texture of the cold slushie is the best thing on an autumn day 

-it was your favourite drink so you couldn’t resist it 


-felt a little tingle with each sip

-but you realised

-it wasn’t the drink

-it was the heart

-you could see the bottom part start to curve around to rejoin the heart

-as this happened

-a mini-bus came into the garage

-with a couple people looking out the window

-you looked to tattoo then back to the bus


-it couldn’t

-it could

-Jimin was having the same thing happen to his heart

-he looked outside to you

-but you couldn’t tell because the windows on the bus were tinted

-you walked back in with your hands in your jacket taking your badge out of the pocket

-as you tapped in again you could see the boy band you were supposed to be with passing in the corridor

-you had to quickly go back up to your workspace to put your bag down 

-but you also checked on your little heart friend

-who was growing on the other side too

-the little curve was just about to be complete but it wasn’t

-you walked back downstairs again to go backstage

-and you pass one of the members that you’re supposed to be looking after

-he doesn’t know you just yet 

-and you don’t know him

-but you kind of felt your heart growing again

-the same went to him

-you entered their backstage area and leaned up against the table at the back

-there was only one member in there but he was asleep

-you think it’s jin but you’re not to sure

-yeah it’s jin

-you sigh before taking your phone out

-and you just get a kajillion messages from your friends asking to get yous signed bts merch 

-you say no because it’s work 

-they become sad and upset

-you compromise and try and get something for them 

-it won’t work but the word we’re working on it TRY 

-you sighed again and put your phone back in your pocket

-you walk back outside and place the cup in the rubbish bin

-and you notice that the boys were going into the backstage area

-you remember the person you passed before?

-yeah he passed you again

-and just smiled

-you smiled back a little before walking in behind them

-”shit is it him”

-”shit is it her”

-a couple minutes passed and the heart was slowly increasing its surface area on your skin


-you were called out to help move the set for the next performers

-and as you left the heart kind of stopped growing

-when you were gone Jimin stood up and looked back to his members

-”you know that tattoo?”

-”the half heart one?”

-”it’s more like ¾ of a heart now”

-”really? who do you think it is?”

-”i’ve got a hunch on who i think it is”

-as you moved the props out the way 

-you thought about all the people in the room

-and who made your heart grow

-it wasn’t any of the elder members for some reason even though they were really sweet and kind

-you kind of remembered back to the one member you passed in the hallway though

-and the one that smiled to you as he entered the backstage area

-and the time the bus came in and the time that they walked pass the gate in the corridor

-shit it’s him


-you couldn’t remember his name for the life of you though

-it wasn’t v and it wasn’t jin because you had worked with the two of them on the other shows on the network 

-and the other members you were still confused about 

-you just kind of thought for a while before asking another member of staff who he was 

-”hi can you help me??”

-”yeah what’s up??”

-”i’m having trouble remembering names…which one in bts has the kind of greyish hair…kinda short…but taller than me…hes got the grey suit and the black trousers….what’s his name?”

-”oh that’s jimin. he’s really sweet and kind. i think you’ll get to like him over the weeks that they’re here.”

-”jimin….thank you!”

-you quickly drop the props off backstage and walk back into BTS’s backstage area

-but nobody was in there 

-until you could feel someone behind you 

-”hey how’s it going?”

-you jump 30ft into the air cause hOLY SHIT THAT SCARED YOU 

-you let out a sigh and you look behind you

-and oh hsit


-it’s jimin

-both of you then realised that your hearts were growing again

-until they stopped


-you both look to each other until a smile forms on both your lips

-”i-i-i like your tattoo…it’s cool!”

-”your’s is nice…soulmate”



-”h-how did you know??”

-”well….the moment i saw you my heart started to grow. literally.”

-”i saw a bus going into the garage and i could have sworn that someone was staring at me…and then my heart started to grow…maybe that was you?”

-”yeah it was.”

-”b-but how did you know i was the one to have the heart tattoo?”

-”as i said i saw you and my heart grew. now…should we finish this?”

-you saw him extend the hand that had the tattoo on it 

-he was waiting for you to take it


-and you did

-and with a little tingle

-the heart tattoos were complete

-it was nearly time for the boys to go on stage and you had to help with the setting up of the mics and stuff

-and of course you had jimin asking your to do his 

-just so he could have you close to him

-you placed the microphone on him

-and just like that he placed his hand on your head

-stroking your hair

-if that’s not called liking you to the max then i don’t what is

-”hey wait for me after love”






-after the performance you two exchanged numbers and wouldn’t be separated from each other


-the cutest babs aww

-”y/n did you get the thing you promised us?”

-”wait what”

-”you did say you could get us something signed…right?”

-”uhhhhhhHHHHH i had bigger things going on”

-”what like jimin being your ultimate soulmate because that heart tattoo on your wrist kept on growing whenever you were near him and he came up to you and he has the same tat and you both completed each others tattoos??”


Film School Week 1

I’ve always toyed with the idea of keeping a journal to splay out my thoughts and keep a record of the strange and often scary things that run through my head in times of stress. I’ve also heard that it could be a good way to relieve some of that stress, and as anyone that’s been in my position can attest, the first week of college is fucking stressful. 

Now, I’ve dreaded this for a long time. Not because the concept of higher education put me off, or because I secretly didn’t want to do it, or because I thought college was a waste of time. No, it’s because of the drive. I have a crippling fear of driving, which I may do another entry about later. In short, being behind a wheel makes me panic like a Spider-Man UE4 developer trapped in a room with a Marvel Executive and a lawyer. Something about driving gives me this feeling that the whole world is out to get me and every time someone goes around me because they think I’m not going fast enough or they honk at me for waiting too long to go when the light turns green all makes me want to climb out of my skin and leave this planet and go live on Mars in a hut with good wi-fi. (this isn’t stream of consciousness is it? Oh, I guess it is now.)

Anyway, the drive to school is 45 - 50 minutes long. A 10 minute drive to pick up my friend Josh from his apartment stresses me out, and as you an imagine, the drive to school is 4.5 - 5x worse than that. The first day of driving there alone came, my mother being busy with prior engagements at work and my father being lazy. I thought I’d use my GPS to get there, but google decided that instead of a straight path down the highway, I should get onto the highway, get off of it, get onto a different highway, and then eventually merge onto the one I was already on. This all being uncharted territory for me, I went along with it and added way too many extra steps to my commute. 

The first day on Monday was rather easy, being that it lasted 2 hours. Apparently the school had assigned me a schedule to go there on Mondays and Wednesdays every week, but then mysteriously altered it to Tuesdays and Thursdays without notifying me. The teacher in the first class spent the usual 2 hours rambling about safety procedures and reading from a syllabus. Though I figured something was wrong when he did the “what the fuck is everyone’s names” thing and said I didn’t appear on his class list. Class ended and I wandered to the front office to ask about it and discovered the mix up. 

This is the point where I considered something drastic and violent, because I had driven to the school one extra time than I needed to for the week and gas was expensive. I opted to make this day at least somewhat productive by making a short jaunt across campus and getting some financial aid paperwork to fill out at the main building of the school. This meant wading through the crowd of people all staring directly up at the sky with what looked like 3-D glasses from Sharkboy and Lava Girl. As much as I wanted to sit back and gawk with them at the cosmic ballet of a solar eclipse, I had things to get done. So I spent the majority of said eclipse in a waiting room as the student help desk thing ignored my request for a form that was in a basket two feet away from where the guy was fucking sitting I could just go back there and get it why do I have to wait this is fucking stupid I hate everything. Thankfully though I walked out with the form and got to see the eclipse at its peak with some of those 80s bully glasses they were handing out. 

Tuesday was boring. All we did was look through the syllabus AGAIN, but this time with a different teacher and a different set of students and it lasted the full day instead of one class. My rampant insomnia had kept me up until 3 AM the night before, which I consider impressive for myself seeing as how I saw the sunrise every day of summer. This led me to making some tweets to mock the situation and of course people immediately couldn’t tell when I was trying to be silly. I got a mixed bag of encouraging messages from fans that wanted me to succeed and several crazy people ranting about how I should get my money back and quit college because they had a bad experience with a completely different type of college in a different state. And as we all know, if someone has a bad experience or dislikes something, EVERYONE ELSE should disregard its existence forever under their advice. 

The highlight of Tuesday was a moment where I made a genuine connection with one of my teachers. He was a young guy, maybe in his early 20s, who had been editing since 2009 and graduated from the school, only to realize that he loved Post-Production enough to teach it between professional editing jobs. At one point he tried to demonstrate to a half asleep class that they should have a watchful eye for editing choices in other people’s projects to avoid their mistakes and emulate their strengths. Thus, he showed us the short film he had edited during his time in the class. It was some short that had premiered at our state’s film festival, chronicling the plight of an overworked steel-mill employee that began an unhealthy competition with him to receive a promotion and make his family proud. Then he murders his friend by pouring lava on him and making it look like a random industrial accident. The teacher began rolling through it and pointing out his own mistakes as an editor in the film. An act of humility that I found refreshing after going to high school and answering to a faculty of self absorbed assholes that became teachers to feel like they were important. He explained how he made continuity mistakes with a character placing his hand on his face in one shot, then in the next shot removing the opposite hand. Mistakes such as this drive people in the industry fucking crazy because they’re trained to look for it, but none of the students noticed the goof. Myself included. That was when he started briefly describing the scene with the lava and I derailed the whole flow of the class. 

I asked him more questions about how he did such an impressive visual effect and I genuinely feel like it made his day that I was so fascinated. He gave up on talking about the syllabus and instead talked with me about the process. Apparently they had gone out to the back of the school and placed a black felt mat behind a mannequin and then poured green paint on it. Then he rotoscoped the footage to show only the green paint, which he then digitally altered to have the texture and glow of molten steel. He then placed this footage over the actor in the scene, who simply just fell down on the set because real lava is expensive, and lined up the way it poured over the mannequin with the way it would have theoretically landed on the actor. Having seen a lot of visual effects tutorials or watching the behind the scenes videos for Dragon Ball Z abridged, I knew almost all of the terminology he had thrown my way and I kept up in the conversation rather nicely. I don’t know how the other students felt about it considering it was just them watching two guys geek out over special effects, but frankly I didn’t (and still don’t) give a shit. It was fun. This was followed by a drive home where the GPS told me to get onto the highway, then off of it, then under it, then over it, then onto it again. Suffice to say, driving was not fun that day and I got home with my hands shaking and my legs numb and my ass sore from sitting for 56 minutes. 

Thursday started with… well today is Thursday. But today started with me wanting to procrastinate getting out of bed, so against my better judgment I set my alarm clock forward an extra 20 minutes after it rang the first time. I laid in bed with my eyes closed and my heart pumping through the back of my spine at the thought of driving. I didn’t even sleep for that 20 minutes. I just waited. Thinking. Panicking. After that I took a shower for 30 minutes like an idiot. Starving African children could have eaten all that water I wasted. Then I got into the car, turned on the GPS and it said that the drive would last 55 minutes because traffic was so heavy on the highway. Class began in one hour. It offered an alternate route where I did the same bullshit gymnastics of getting off and on the highway 6 times, but I decided that I had the path memorized a certain way and I was going to stick to it. So I disregarded the antiquated GPS and just drove there from memory with about 8 minutes to spare before class started. I had a decent amount of sleep the night before and I was on time and the drive was easy. It seemed like things were off to a good start. Then things started becoming more clear. 

The teacher in my Production 1 class seemed different from other teachers in some way that I couldn’t quite place. But today in seeing him run through a Powerpoint on the basics of shot composition, the rule of thirds, shot types, etc. I figured out what was off. He wasn’t a teacher. He had no degree for it. He as just some guy who, much like everyone else teaching here, was a student with a passion for film who started passing his knowledge to a new generation. It didn’t feel like I was being talked down to, it felt like I was being talked to. It felt like he was just some nice guy, maybe even a friend, trying his damnedest to explain how this stuff works. And then I realized something funny on top of that. I already knew everything he was explaining because I had studied this stuff in my free time since I was 9 years old. I think the only new information I received that I hadn’t picked up from documentaries, books, or YouTube movie reviews, was the technical aspects of these fancy 4k cameras and special tripods they wheeled in from the back room. Sure I was as lost as everyone else when it came to the equipment, but the mechanics of shooting a scene, the methods of writing, the terminology of camera movements– all of it I already knew.

The rest of the day after felt like something new. I felt like I was somewhere I gave a shit about what I was being told. After 8 years of drifting through school and feeling bored out of my mind (as well as some unhealthy levels contempt for my middle and high school’s respective staffs) I felt something bizarre. Caring. It was stuff I thought was cool. I was being taught stuff I’d probably be trying to figure out at home anyway if I wasn’t at the school. At long last, there was a sense of purpose. 

The Post-Production class was filled with editing terminology I wasn’t familiar with like the L-Cut, the J-Cut, Picture Lock and a few others. But I knew how to DO all of these things. I had already done them in my free time on YouTube projects. I finally had names for these processes I had self taught in my last 2 years of pursuing this strange potential career path. Things were starting to make sense and once again, the post production teacher and I ended up just talking about random technical stuff while the class probably rolled their eyes. He was barely older than me by a few years and he clearly shared a lot of my opinions and favored techniques for these things. I never expected that the first friend I’d make would be one of the teachers, especially given my history with authority. 

After that in my script analysis class I think I surprised the professor. He asked a question and I answered in a way that caused him to stutter and rethink his next words. I think I inadvertently stole his thunder a little by teaching the class a bit of film history that he wanted to tell. We were discussing types of characters and their levels of effectiveness with an audience. He asked “Why do you think the anti-hero become so popular in the 70s?” and I told him “because we had just gotten through Vietnam. In times of war, morals become more gray. Soldiers sometimes have to make tough decisions and do bad things for a good cause, Vietnam especially. When good and bad started to fade together in people’s minds it became easy for that to bleed into the writing at the time and you have more characters reflecting society’s feelings.”

He seemed impressed and annoyed at the same time as he said “that’s exactly right, yes.” But he continued on and I kept quiet the rest of the class. I’m sure he had characters in mind like Paul Kersey or Alex in Clockwork Orange. The entire time I rambled my psuedo-intellectual answer, all I had in mind was the Punisher. I was worried I’d end up sounding like an obnoxious know-it-all-teacher’s-pet asshole like Peter Parker in that new cartoon if I had kept going. It still felt nice to be right for once. Instead of being the bored/depressed kid in the back of the class praying for either death or the bell to ring, I was the smart one that was engaged and smiling. In fact, I started becoming self conscious and hyper-aware of it, but all day I think I was the only that just couldn’t stop… smiling. 

The drive home was better. I had finally figured out the most simple path and I just went for it. I disregarded the GPS and its dumbshit advice. Sure I spent 25 minutes of the trip in grid-lock dead stopped traffic, but I felt in control. I felt like I was confident in my ability to find my way home. I didn’t mind how slow it went because I knew that everyone on the road was in the same boat as me. And the slower you drive, the less likely you are to fly at the windshield if you clip a concrete divider. So I sat and talked to myself on the way home, cracking jokes back and forth with the voice in my head whom I’ve affectionately named “Co-Pilot” and I had an okay time. I got home and realized that everything was going to be okay. I kind of wanted to cry. I also kind of wanted to laugh. 

It felt like all these years of worrying about the inevitability of college and the dangerous commute just came off my shoulders. I felt like a boulder was lifted off my chest and I could breathe again. Now I know why I wanted so badly to go to this place for all these years. Its where I belong. And while it will certainly get a little stressful in the coming months to meet deadlines and collaborate with other creatives, its all the kind of stress I have spent the last years growing accustomed to by doing over the internet. Its not the stress of feeling stupid because I struggled so hard in my math class. Its just the same kind of hassle I’ve had to deal with already by virtue of being an artist. Its the kind of hassled I want to deal with because I know when the final product came out, it was all worth it. Feeling dumb in math class all these years to learn something arbitrary wasn’t worth it. This all feels right. Like I’m Jerry at a daycare for other Jerrys while Rick and Morty go off on adventures. This place was made for me. So yes, an art school is fucking worth my money because I’d rather feel what I’m feeling right now than be some 19 year old working in McDonald’s during the day and feeling hollow inside because I can’t express myself creatively. I hate that shit. 

This isn’t going to be easy, and there might be parts of it that suck. There might be parts of it that drive me to tears and anger, but it’s worth it. I finally found a place where I belong and that I love. Love isn’t easy. Its a lot of tiny problems to solve one by one to make a thing work in the long term. That’s okay. I’m prepared for that and there’s nothing else I’d rather be doing. For just once. I’m feeling okay. And that feels kind of amazing.