well with some folding it does

anonymous asked:

I just wanna say that I think that if Sloane wasnt under the thrall of the sash when the THB came around, I bet she'd've gotten along w them rlly well but she and Taako especially would've been best buds. Stealin shit. Being gay. Smthn gives me the vibe that shed also be kinda a smooth talker but gets flustered n emotional rlly easy and she has much more of a defined moral code than he does?? She cares. A lot. Which is why she fell for it. I like to think she wanted 2 help ppl and I Cry

THIS IS SO GOOD ANON MY LOV FOR SLOANE JUST INCREASED TEN-FOLD FRM READING THIS….. i rlly like to hc sloane as some kind of fantasy robinhood who steals to give to those who aren’t so lucky in goldcliff….. she still definitely takes stuff for herself tho LMAO

i wholly believe tht she didn’t take the gaia sash for her own agenda, she just rlly wanted to help everyone & the sash took advantage of tht kindness…..

god i agree w everything abt this message i’m lov u anon

onlysilentawe  asked:

“I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else.“ Nursey/Dex, please!

Full Body Blush

“This isn’t what it looks like,” Dex said desperately. He reached for the pillow behind him; his fingers sank into something soft and he grabbed it, hastily pulling it into his lap.

“That’s funny, because it looks like you’re sitting naked on my bed,” Bitty said. “And I’ll thank you to set Senor Bun back where you found him.” His tone was icy and his hands were on his hips. He looked as angry as Dex had ever seen him look – Bitty didn’t do angry, he was the king of ‘bless your heart, kill you with kindness, bury your body out in a field in the dead of night’ passive aggressive. This wasn’t good.

Dex looked down and saw he hadn’t grabbed Bitty’s pillow, but a rabbit. A well-worn stuffed rabbit, apparently named Senor Bun, that Bitty loved enough to bring along to college and keep in his bed. It would be chirp-worthy, if that beloved stuffed rabbit wasn’t currently covering Dex’s junk. Slowly, Dex replaced Senor Bun in his place of honor on Bitty’s pillow and folded his hands over his crotch.


“I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else.” Bitty tapped his foot while Dex looked around helplessly. His underwear was nowhere to be seen, nor were any of his other clothes.

“Aww, does he have to?” And there was Nursey, right on cue. He was standing in Bitty’s doorway, a big grin on his face. “I didn’t know people could blush with their whole bodies.” He held up a hand where Bitty wouldn’t notice, Dex’s underwear dangling from his fingers.

But Bitty did notice. “Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on here,” he said sternly. Dex froze, his eyes on Nursey’s face. “Prank wars are for the dorms, not my bedroom, you hear?”

Dex nodded frantically while Nursey pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh.

“Now, Nursey, you give Dex his clothes back. I don’t even want to know what you two were planning. I’m going downstairs. I’ll be back up in five minutes, and I better not see anything in here that I would politely ignore in the locker room.”

With that, Bitty turned and left, edging past Nursey who stood back to let him out. Dex was relieved to see Nursey had the rest of his clothes under one arm.

“Get in here,” Dex hissed.

Nursey’s laugh finally broke free as he walked in and threw Dex’s clothes at his head. He closed the door and leaned against it. “Do you think he’d politely ignore us making out in the locker room?”

“We are not going to find out.” Dex thrust both feet into his underwear and yanked them up, then pulled on his shirt.

“We could just tell him the truth.” Nursey had his chill face on now. “Bitty wouldn’t care. The opposite, probably. And it’s not like we have to keep our relationship a secret.”

Dex paused in the middle of putting on his pants. “No.” Nursey did that stone-faced thing that Dex hated and he quickly added, “He’ll think we were going to have sex in his room. We’ll tell him - and everyone else - later, once he’s had a chance to forget about this.”

Nursey relaxed again. “Why did you even come in here? Chowder’s room is right across the hall, and he wouldn’t have cared if he found the whole team naked in there. He’d probably ask if it was some team bonding thing and if he should get naked too.”

“I panicked, all right?” Dex zipped and buttoned his pants. “Where are my socks and shoes?”

“Still in the living room. I was in a hurry when I saw Bitty go up the stairs.” Nursey pushed away from the door and moved closer to Dex, stopping mere inches away. He put his hands on Dex’s shoulders. “We should just tell Bitty. He’ll freak out because of what we were about to do on the couch, not that you ran into his room to hide.”

Dex’s face went hot again. “I am never doing a strip tease for you in the Haus again.”

Nursey leaned in and kissed him. “That’s okay. I’ll do one for you next time.”

Meeting Michael

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Title: Meeting Michel

Pairing: Michael x Reader

Word Count: 1,300

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This is my first imagine/oneshot Michael fic. I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

This was requested by @flufy07: Imagine during the apocalypse you get taken hostage by Zachariah to get dean to say yes and michael falling for you during your time as heavens prisoner? (and is being a dick and stuff XD) please?

Zachariah threw you into one of Heaven’s prison cells.  He didn’t care about hurting you either.  You were only a ploy to get Dean Winchester to say yes to being Michael’s vessel.  You almost wished you could kill the angel who took you.

“Let me out of here,” you shouted, grabbing onto the bars of the cell.

“Not a chance [Y/N],” Zachariah sneered.  “You’ll be lucky if I don’t end up killing you.  You’re nothing more than a piece of meat.  The perfect bait.”

“Once I get out of here, I’m going to kill your ass,” you seethed.

“Hah,” the angel scoffed.  “I’d like to see you try.”  Zachariah walked down the hall and out of sight.

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Daddy-Daughter Date

Request can be found here  for @jackyslittlesally

“A what?” you asked, taking your attention away from the TV and laundry to give your husband, Hoseok, your full attention.

“A daddy-daughter date,” he chuckles, before placing a kiss on your cheek. “You love going on dates with me, so I figured Ha-eun would too.”

“Well that a given,” you snort, causing him to laugh more.

“I do plan the best dates don’t I?” You used the shirt you were folding to smack him, which make him laugh more before giving you another kiss, this time on your lips.

“She has preschool tomorrow though,” you inform him.

“Ha-eun doesn’t have to go, my love.”

“Why does this sound familiar?” you smirk.

“Cause I got you to skip some classes,” he nods his head, “and call in to work a few times.”

“You are a bad influence,” you smile at him before kissing along his jaw line to his ear. “So very bad,” you whisper.

“Is this a yes?” he groans. His hands grip your thighs and move you so you are straddling him. When you continue your kissing assault on his neck instead of answering, Hoseok gently grabs your face and make you look at him. “Jagiya?”

“Only if I get a date too,” you pout.

“You can have as many dates as you want,” he laughs, surging up to kiss your pout away before flipping you onto your back on the couch. “Starting right now, my queen.”


“Are you ready princess?” Hoseok smiles down at his little girl, her mouth open wide as she takes in the Aquarium. When she doesn’t answer he gives the hand he is holding a little shake. “Well Ha-eun, you ready to go in?” his smile grows.

“Go Daddy! We go!” she squeals and begins jumping around.

“Of course princess,” They walk towards the entrance, Hoseok reminding himself to walk slower than he normally did so Ha-eun could easily keep up, especially since she wasn’t so much as walking as it was bouncing. “Mommy was excited when I brought her here too,” he chuckles.

“When did you bring mommy here?” Ha-eun asks.

“Well,” Hoseok picks her up so she can get a look inside the first tank, “it was when we first started dating. I decided to bring her here so she could see all the fishies and I could watch her beautiful face light up like a thousand stars.”

“Daddy watch me too?”

“Of course,” Hoseok points to the tank, “you enjoy seeing them and I’ll watch my princess’s beauty outshine them, just like her mommy did.”

“Okay!” Ha-eun turns her attention away from her daddy and finally to the beautiful rainbow like fish that graced the entrance’s view.


“You’re only supposed to pet the fishes, not swim with them,” Hoseok gently scolds his daughter as he changes her pants, socks and shoes out for one of the spares he had in the backpack.

“But how am I supposed to pet them when they swim away?” Ha-eun pouts.

“You just wait for more to come over.”

“But they take forever!” she whines. Hoseok chuckles as he puts her wet clothes in a plastic bag and stuffs them into the backpack. “They did Daddy!” she whines louder.

“Ok baby,” he smiles, “I believe you.” After putting the backpack back on he picks her up and gives her a kiss on the forehead. “How about we look at the fishes that can swim over our heads?”

“Over our head?!” she squeals.

“Yup, over our heads.” Hoseok walks out the bathroom and heads for the tanks that have a tunnel for observation. “All colorful fishes live there, and even sharks.”

“Sharks?!” Ha-eun gasps.

“Don’t worry, they are nice sharks.” He continues to tell her all about the tanks and the fishes as he makes his way there.

“Close your eyes baby girl,” he tells her as he stops at the entrance to the exhibit.

“Why Daddy?”

“It makes it more magical that way.” Feeling the need to add more he continues. “Mommy even said so.”

“Okay Daddy!” Ha-eun closes her eyes real tight, her face scrunching up as she does.

“When Daddy says to, open your eyes ok?” he kisses her nose and then covers her eyes with his own hand.

Ha-eun’s little hands come up to press his hand further against his face. “Okay!”

“So cute,” he whispers to himself, “just like her mommy.” Hoseok continues into the exhibit and steps onto the conveyor. He watches for when it looks like the tunnel is opening up to uncover her eyes.

“Okay, open your eyes!” Hae-eun’s delightful cry and the clasping of her hands makes Hoseok grin ear to ear and steal a kiss.

“Daddy!” she whines and pushes his face out of her view.

“I stole a kiss from Mommy here too,” he informs her and kisses her again.

“Stealing is bad,” she scolds.

“Mommy didn’t seem to mind,” he snickers. “Mommy loves when I steal kisses.”

Ha-eun’s brows forrow as she takes in the information. Suddenly she kisses Hoseok. His shocked but happy look makes her laugh. “Stealing kisses are fun.”

“Yes,” he cuddles her closer, “but you can only steal them from Mommy and Daddy. Okay?”

“Okay Daddy!” she giggles and turns her attention back to the fishes with a demand to go again since Daddy made her miss them.

“Best daddy-daughter date ever.”

Servamp Headcanons!

Hey guys! I decided to share some of my headcanons that a couple of friends and I were talking about in @rubyleaf‘s chat. There should be some more soon, since I can’t seem to stop XD

1.) During the Spring months, Kuro secretly likes to look at the cherry blossom trees. Like he loves the color, and the way they flow in the wind, and whenever Mahiru walks past them, and he is in his cat form, he would secretly glance at them. But like, let’s say that when Mahiru is sleeping, Kuro goes to one of the trees that’s in their contract radius, and sometimes grabs some of the petals off the trees, and maybe makes flower crowns with them. Well, he adds other flowers with it that match the vast pink of the petals, and when he’s done, he surprises Mahiru with them by placing one on the Eve’s head. And like, Mahiru just flushes hard, and gives Kuro his bright smile, and the Servamp just gets flustered because he didn’t expect the crown to actually match Mahiru at all. And Mahiru puts something on the crown to keep the flowers  from dying, and he keeps it safe from harm.

2.)  Kuro maybe hearing dubstep for the first time. What if, while Mahiru is doing his homework, he has his headphones in, and he shares the other with Kuro, and they’re listening to it together, while Kuro plays his video games. It’s all peaceful until Mahiru’s currently soft song ends, and just a loud base drop happens, and it startles Kuro so much that he poofs into his cat form, and his fur is standing up on end with his tail puffed out to it’s maximun density, and he just flings himself across the room, knocking Mahiru’s homework and books off his desk, and the Eve can’t find himself to get angry, and he finds himself cracking up while leaning back against the chair because Kuro’s expression was just too hilarious not to laugh out, and Kuro’s complaining from where he landed across the room while Mahiru is just leaning back against his chair with one arm wrapped around his stomach and the other covering his eyes as his body shakes with his crazy cackling. And even though Kuro is slightly offended, and a little irritated, he can’t help but relax and feel content when he hears Mahiru’s laughter and Kuro’s game device just laid there playing the game over theme because in his fright he flung it across the room.

3.)  Kuro was pretty good at singing, despite his voice being kinda grainy because of his laziness? Like one day, he just starts singing a anime opening they watched together the night before, and Mahiru just happens to walk next to him to make them breakfast(because Kuro likes to watch his Eve cook) and Kuro doesn’t even realize he’s singing until he zones back from the sound of Mahiru dropping his spatula and Mahiru is just staring at him with a red face, and his jaw is almost hitting the floor…not to mention the pancake he was currently trying to flip was burning because he got so distracted

4.)  In Hyde’s hedgehog form, he likes to run around Licht’s piano, making really bad notes with it, just to get on the Eve’s nerves. But like, what if he was actually secretly good at it. Like, when Licht isn’t around at times, he would sneak in there, and just bounce around on certain keys, making a beautiful melody. He does this only when things are on his mind, but like, one night, after a nightmare or something, he goes to bounce around the keys again, and Licht actually finds out, and secretly listens to it for a while, and not that he would admit it, but it was kind of cute sight to see.  But when Hyde just stops bouncing, Licht frowns because the Servamp looks kind of depressed, so he walks in, and Hyde sees him, and puffs up because he thinks that he is going to be kicked for playing on Licht’s precious piano, but the Eve just scoops him up uncharacteristically gentle like, and put him on his shoulder as he sits down, and Hyde just relaxes against his warmth, and listens to the him play a certain melody, and when the song is almost done Licht notices that Hyde had curled up near his neck, and is completely relaxed, meaning he fell asleep, so he finishes the song, and just cuddles him to his chest, and lets him sleep in his bed with him for the night.

5.)  The times that Kuro and Mahiru walk back to their apartment in the winter, Mahiru always gets a little bit playful with the snow, much to Kuro’s dislike. Well, one time, when it was getting somewhat dark, Mahiru would once and a while pick up snow, and by the time the two were back at their apartment, he would have a head sized snowball. And when Kuro isn’t looking, he would just plain out toss it on the Servamp’s head, and Kuro would just let out this hilarious cat like shriek, making Mahiru snort in laughter, but when the Servamp turns around and gives the Eve this murderous(playful) glare, Mahiru finds himself running while Kuro just plain out tackles him and shoves snow in the teen’s jacket and onto bare skin, and Mahiru would be squealing and laughing that it’s cold. And Kuro could never find it in himself to be angry with Mahiru since the huge blush and one hundred watt smile is on his face and his Eve is just too cute to get mad at

6.)  After the fight with Tsubaki, and when they were alone, Kuro would go back into his human form and just bring Mahiru towards the bathroom, despite the Eve saying he was fine, the Servamp would sit him on the toilet and fish out the med-kit and even though he is really bad at dressing wounds, Kuro tries his best to patch Mahiru up, and after almost ten minutes, Kuro thinks it looks okay, and then he brings Mahiru towards the living room and the Eve just watches as his Servamp sets up an anime, grabs a big thick blanket, and just covers the both of them up. And when he sits, Kuro makes sure that every part of them are touching so that he could feel the warmth of Mahiru’s body. Mahiru has literally no idea why Kuro is doing this, but he intertwines their hands and fingers together and smiles when he feels all of Kuro’s tenseness leave his body. The truth was that Kuro was touching and making sure Mahiru was warm because during the fight, he was afraid he was going to lose the one that actually cared about him, and that he was going to lose the one that he grew to love

7.)  During one of the times Mahiru is making clothing for school plays, or something. As he finishes the last remaining clothing, the Eve notices that he has a lot of cloth left, and it’s like the super warm and fluffy kind. And he just gets this idea to make some pajamas for Kuro. In the midst of making them, he decides to make the main fabric light blue, and have a little black cat on the shirt that looks like Kuro when he is  in his cat form. When he’s done, he folds them carefully, and leaves them for Kuro to find, because he feels too embarrassed to give them to the Servamp himself. Well, Kuro does find them, and he figures out that Mahiru made them, just by the look of it, and during one night, he wears them to bed, and Mahiru can’t help smile with so much relief and happiness because he didn’t really think that Kuro would wear them, and he soon finds out that the pajamas he made the Servamp are his favorite because Kuro never lets the clothes out of his sight.

Seeking Shelter & Cuddling

Juvia hummed a sweet tune to herself as she walked next to Gray. They were coming back from a job, and they were almost nearing Magnolia. They had Balsam Village to travel through and then they would be back in their beloved city.

“What are you humming?” Gray asked. She had been humming the same tune over and over for the past hour now and it didn’t sound familiar to him at all.

“Oh, it’s an old song Juvia use to sing to herself when she was little…” the water mage admitted, her cheeks blushing slightly.

“Hm?” Gray raised a curious eyebrow with a slow smile. “What kind of song?”

Juvia smiled softly, “it’s the Teru-teru-bōzu song…”

“Wait, isn’t that the little thing you used to have clipped to you jacket?” Gray glanced at her.

“Mhm,” Juvia nodded. “Their claimed to be talisman to ward off the rain and to bring good weather… So Juvia wore it and would sing the song to herself, hoping the rain would go away.”

Gray felt himself frowning slightly. He knew Juvia had a rough childhood… It seemed like everyone from Fairy Tail had some type of horrible past.

“How does the song go?” Gray asked, “if you don’t mind singing it…”

Juvia sent him a small smile, “well, it’s been a while since Juvia had sung it, but she think it goes something like… Sunny, sunny monk boy, sunny monk boy. Tomorrow, make the weather nice for me, like a heavenly dream once upon a time.

If it clears, I’ll give you a gold bell.”

Gray crack a smile, “that’s cute.”

Juvia giggled, “does Gray-sama have any old songs that he remembers?”

Gray knitted his brows, his hands folding over his chest. “Hm… There was this one song my Mom used to sing under her breath a lot.”

The young woman’s eyes lit up as she smiled at him. “Juvia wants to hear it!”

“I don’t know if I can remember it,” Gray muttered.

“Try…Please?” She poked out her bottom lip.

Gray let out a heavy sigh, he was always a sucker for her pouting lips. “Okay…it goes something like, Daisy… Daisy, give me your answer do. I’m half crazy, all for the love of you.” He sang the last part slowly, his cheeks a faint pink color as he glanced at her.

Juvia giggled, “that was cute…”

A rumble from the sky caused them both to glanced up. Gray clouds loomed overhead, coming closer.

“The Teru song never did work for Juvia,” the water mage managed to mumble.

Gray cracked a smile towards her, “sometimes we need the rain.”

Juvia felt her lips tug into a small smile. A clap of thunder shook the air and then the rain began to pour…

“C'mon!” Gray grabbed Juvia’s hand quickly, darting down the path they were on. Balsam Village was nearly in sight! They could take cover from the downpour there.


Gray and Juvia painted as they stood underneath a railing to one of Balsam city’s cafes. They were both drenched and Gray shook his wet dark hair, trying to get it out of his face. Juvia laughed lightly, squeezing some water out of her own hair before she used a bit of her magic to dry her and Gray’s clothes.

“Thanks,” Gray gave her a grateful smile as he patted his dry jeans. He sneaked a look up over the railing. The clouds were still a dark gray so there was no telling when the rain would stop. “Come on,” he walked past her before holding open the cafe door. “We might as well go in and wait for it to quit…”


A few drinks and two hours later, the rain had finally stopped and Gray and Juvia were on their way to Magnolia. Water puddles were scattered across the paths in a few deep spots. Juvia let out a small giggle, stepping through one. Gray raised an eyebrow towards her as she stepped through another one. She turned to look at him, a smile on her face. He had already shook off his pants, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.

“What are you planning?” Gray asked, knowing her well enough by now to tell when she was up to no good.

Juvia just grinned, taking a step closer to him before stomping through a puddle and causing water to splash on him. He gave her a deadpanned look. “Seriously, Juvs?” He asked.

She just laughed in response, stepping through another puddle for her own enjoyment.

“You’re gonna get sick,” Gray teased, a small smile creeping up at the corners of his lips as he watched her.

“The water does not bother Juvia,” she told him with a laugh.

“Yeah, we’ll see when you get a cold,” Gray chuckled.


Gray could hear the soft sniffles from the kitchen as he fixed the cup of hot chocolate. Carefully, he held up the cup, taking a small sip of it. It was warmed at just the right temperature and he found himself nodding proudly as he walked towards the bedroom with the mug protectively in his hands.

With his feet, he opened the door and shuffled inside the dim room. Juvia, who was sitting up in the middle of the bed, being supported by several pillows looked up at him. Her blue hair was up in a messy bun, and she had on her pajamas and robe along with several blankets. She sniffed, rubbing a tissue on her red nose before she groaned and closed her red eyes.

“I would say I told you so…” Gray began, a small smirk twitching on his lips as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “But I think you might have learned your lesson.”

Juvia gave him a weak glare. “There must have been a cold going around, or something,” she muttered nasally.

Gray rolled his eyes, holding out the mug for her to take. She moaned as she took a small sip, enjoying how the warm liquid soothed her aching throat. She finished her mug quickly before placing it on the nightstand next to the bed.

“Are you needing anything else?” Gray raised an eyebrow, starting to stand up.

“Yes,” Juvia nodded, patting the spot beside her.

“You trying to get me sick?” Gray raised an eyebrow at her, shaking his head.

She pouted, “please Gray-sama, it’ll make Juvia feel so much better…”

“Fine…” He found himself sighing, sitting down beside her. He made sure he stayed on top of the blankets, cause no way was he getting underneath them…he’d suffocate!

Juvia sighed in victory as she rested her head against Gray’s cool chest. She hummed as Gray fracked cool fingers down her back, her eyes drifting closed…It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep.

-I needed just a little bit of fluff since my son is being suicidal -_- That being said, who’s ready for some angst?? 

PS, there really is a teru-teru song, and the song Gray was singing is called Daisy Bell 

Strongest Stars

I have been imagining this scenario since I saw Rogue One. Once I saw this post confirming that Chirrut and Baze are old enough for this to have happened, I had to write it. 

Spoilers? Sort of?

“Master, not again,” sighed the young man. It was a refrain of concentrated exasperation. Unfortunately, the words had lost their meaning long ago.

“That sandstorm will be here within the hour, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon stomped up the slope, sand whipping at his robes. His long brown hair caught on his nose as he turned to look at his padawan. “If you have a better idea, please, tell me.”

Obi-Wan glowered up at him, mouth twisted into a grimace. He actually paused for several moments, wracking his brain for an alternative. Eventually, he sighed. Qui-Gon turned back around and resumed marching, and Obi-Wan trudged fast to catch up. The apprentice squinted into the blinding horizon, and then up at the massive sandstone statues flanking the entrance into the grand temple. “It doesn’t make any sense,” he said.

“What doesn’t make sense?” Qui-Gon asked, not turning around.

“Why should they have Jedi here?” Obi-Wan motioned to the cloaked, saber-wielding stone sentinels. “They aren’t Jedi.”

Qui-Gon turned and gave him a reprimanding look. “They are our brothers and sisters, Obi-Wan,”

“They’re heretics,” the padawan insisted.

“They are children of the Force, as are we,” said the master as though to a child, “And their Order is far older than ours; if anything, it is we who are heretics to the ancient orthodoxy.”

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anonymous asked:

Whats dog-earing? And what does it have to do with books? Why such an accusation towards such an amazing book holder as well.

Dog-earing is the terrible practice of folding the corner of a book’s page to remember where you left off, instead of behaving like a civilized pony and using a bookmark.

I don’t know why I’ve been accused of this, me of all ponies, but ponies have some strange notions sometimes. I can’t really account for all the strange things ponies believe, all I can do is convey accurate information and hope ponies take it to heart.


I got people asking for a female body tutorial, so here it is. I’m by no means an expert, this is just how I draw girls. Sorry my writing is awful and I can’t explain too well, my biggest suggestion is to just watch how clothes move on your own body, eventually you start to understand how they fold. Also dont suction cup the boobs, why… just stop.

Talk shit again

(A/N): Awww, Timid and shy Bucky gives me so much life

Request: Hi! May I request one where the reader is an Avenger and, while training, hears one of the new potential recruits badmothing Bucky, so she kicks his butt majorly going from calm to scary in a second. James is a cinnamon roll who should be protected!

Warnings: some swearing, poor Bucky

Tags: @mcuimxgine

Originally posted by jlstreck

   Bucky had always been a bit more shy and timid since coming out of Cyrofreeze, which was understandable given everything he’d gone through. But with that timid and shyness came a level of pushover to be honest. Bucky was too shy and a tad too broken to take control of his life just yet, thus leaving everyone else to boss him around and make demands of him. The poor guy was a walking doormat and no matter how much you tried to help it never seemed to work. You knew this shy Bucky was going to end poorly, he was too nice, too quiet, too timid for his own good, and you just knew it was going to get him in trouble.  

   Bucky was the only person who trusted you, which is most likely why he spent ever given moment by your side. The two of you trained together, ate together, slept together, you were the closest two human beings could be and that’s why you were so apprehensive about letting Bucky train today without you by his side. Fury had instructed him to help train the new recruits, claiming it would help him with his rusty social skills but you knew Bucky better than that and having to socialize with some unknown kids was not going to help him. 

   “Bucky I can train them for you-” 

   “(Y/N),” Bucky stated as he gently cupped each of your cheeks in his hands, staring at you with softly shining blue eyes. “It’s gonna be fine, it’s just a few kids, nothing I can’t handle,” You sigh as Bucky leans forward, pressing his lips against your forehead in a semi comforting kiss. 

   “They’re not kids,” You grumble as you glare at the ground, “They’re worse than that,” 

   “Oh come on,” Bucky smiled at you, his smile lighting up the room, making it a thousand times brighter, “Teenagers can’t be that bad, at least not as bad as Stevie was,” To this you chuckle, your spirits only slightly higher. 

   “Well,” You sigh, already eyeing the new recruits entering the room. “Guess we’ll have to wait and see,”  

   You lingered around the gym the entire training, and you were glad that you did. There was no way in hell you were going to let poor shy Bucky try to train these kids alone, not with how disrespectful some of the recruits had proven to be. So instead of leaving him to his work as Fury had so directed you had lingered behind, walking around the gym as you carefully listened to what Bucky and the recruits were saying. 

   It had been going rather well, the recruits seemed fine, Bucky was doing an excellent job at teaching but it went way down hill when one of the recruits decided to get smart with Bucky. 

   “You’re an Avenger right?” He asked, folding his arms over his chest as he surveyed Bucky. Bucky eyed him suspiciously before nodding, muttering a ‘yeah’ as he does so. “Don’t they do background checks on you guys?” To this Bucky shook his head, his expression that of the utmost confusion. “That’s a shame, considering how many people you’ve killed, how many lives you’ve destroyed,” At this Bucky’s face falls, a look of pure and unadulterated sadness and depression taking over. 

   You could see all the hard work the two of you had accomplished slowly dwindling down the drain at this trainees words and you were having none of that. With an almost animalistic growl you stomp up to the trainees, grabbing the smart ass one by the back of his suit and dragging him away from the now quivering Bucky. 

   “What the fuck did you say to him?” You growl into his ear, dark and intimidating. The man claws at your grip, demanding you let go of him but your grip remained stead fast upon him. “I asked you a goddamn question,” You growl once again, shaking the boy lightly. “What the fuck did you say to him?”

   “N-nothing! I said nothing!” 

   “Are you sure about that?” 

   “Y-Yes! I promise!” 

   “(Y/N),” Bucky whispers, not knowing what to do about the scene unfolding before him. “Stop,” 

   “Bucky, this little asshole,” 

   “Please?” He asks timidly, knowing that you can’t resist his sweet pleading tone and damn near heart melting puppy dog eyes. With a sigh you hang your head, already knowing that Bucky was going to win this little fight. You give him a look before turning back to the trainee, gripping him a bit tighter as you growl out one more thing. 

   “If I ever hear you talking like that to Bucky again I will personally rip off your dick and shove it down your throat do you understand me?” The trainee nods, whimpering as you harshly shove him forward, leaving his knees to buckle as he nearly fell over. “Training’s over for now you ass, get out of here,” You shoo him away with a threatening glare before turning back to Bucky who was still quivering on the spot as though he were freezing in the more than hot room.

    “Buck, I’m so sorry-” You’re cut off when Bucky surges forward, wrapping his arms around your waist in a tight, nearly breath taking hug. His scruffy faces finds its home in your neck and you can’t help but hug him back, keeping him as close to your body as you physically could. “Don’t listen to that kid, he’s just that, a stupid kid,” Bucky whimpers softly and it damn near breaks your heart to have to hear him sound so broken. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about, okay?” 

    “He was right,” Bucky whimpers, “He was completely right, I’ve murdered so many people, messed up so many lives,” 

    “Bucky, it wasn’t your fault-” 

    “It was my hands (Y/N), it was my body, my weapon-” 

    “It was your orders, it wasn’t you,” You sigh softly, pulling back just enough to cup Bucky’s cheeks in your hands, just as he had done only a few hours prior. “Bucky, we acknowledge that what happened during those 70 years was horrible but no matter how hard you try to convince us we aren’t going to believe that it was you, okay?” Bucky sighs softly, attempting to hang his head but your hands stopped him from doing so. “Please don’t let that little dickhead ruin all your hard work,” You whisper, gently running a thumb along his cheekbones, smiling softly when Bucky cracked a faint smile of his own. 

    “I will admit seeing you get all angry is rather sexy,” You chuckle softly, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling away, much to Bucky’s dismay. 

   “That’s the Bucky I know,” You smile as Bucky’s smile grows a bit, little laugh lines starting to become apparent once again. 

   “You do realize that Fury’s gonna kick your ass when he finds out what you said,” You only continue to smile, almost nodding proudly to yourself. 

   “Well, what is he gonna do about it?” You ask, “Try to get me to stop sitting in on training sessions with you?” 

   “He might,” 

    “Then he might lose another eye,” 

How I got revenge against a compulsive cheater.

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I apologize for wall-of-text and if this one is a little too technical. This involves a somewhat popular card-based trading game (MTG). I tried to strip out as many unnecessary details as possible to make it easy to read. Plus, I don’t remember them all.

I usually am not the one to take revenge since I’m risk-averse. However, in this case, I found it was the most logical thing to do since I knew ahead of time that the other guy was going to try and screw me.

There was this fellow in my high school. His name was David. He was one grade above me and he was a complete a**hole, a compulsive liar and a compulsive cheater.

Often times during lunch hour, students would get together at the tables to play card games and such. I usually got involved in these games as well. David did too, but not as often.

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emmaforsythe  asked:

Hi, I've been trying to get into more cartoon looking drawings. I've always been able to draw realistic faces, but I want to add a slight unrealistic look, if you get what I mean?😂 So could you do a wee tutorial on realism to cartoon?

Hmm, funny enough I don’t know too many tutorials on the topic, I think one reason for that is usually any tutorial on drawing cartoons would give you the tips you need to translate realism into more cartoonish work.

That said I can try to help you out all the same!

First there’s actually two good book that sorta go into the topic, one is for animals specifically and its called “The Art of Animal Drawing” by Ken Hultgren. While it mostly shows how to draw animals realistically every animal it examines also comes with a tip on how to create a caricature of that animal by exaggerating its features.

The other that’s for humans is “Cartooning The Head & Figure” by Jack Hamm. Specifically page 28 to 34 they deal with this exact topic (taking realism and making it a caricature of that).

For anyone reading this any other book suggestions would be great as well!

Another good tutorial I know that’s sorta on the topic is this two part tutorial by the DeviantART user Heysawbones.

Part 1 and Part 2

 Its more about understanding visual style and a bit more useful for people that are going from drawing anime to a western animation style than it is from realism to cartoonish but it does give some tips in the a realm.

As an artist though that draws more cartoon looking work I would say some of the better tips I can give is :

1. Reducing detail is very good for cartoony things especially unnecessary “filler” lines like the folds within clothing.

2. Exaggerate features that bring out the personality of that character. A weird exercise I can suggest is actually finding a very good cosplayer and comparing that individual to the actual character and noting the differences you see. You’ll definitely notice consistencies between how artists alter certain features on certain types of characters to get a particular affect when compared to the real thing.

I hope this is somewhat helpful!

Someone to love

Someone to love Five part mini series

Summary: You’d been there the whole time. Maybe now it’s time to let Steve know what he thinks he’ll never find.

Pairing: Steve x Reader Setting: from Captain America the First Avenger to Civil War.

Warnings: none for now. Notes: written for my 400 follower celebration requested by @angryschnauzer the song is Someone to love by Queen. What was supposed to be a one shot grew into a four or more parts cause the idea just stuck with me. Hope you enjoy

Key: Y/GF/N = your grandfather’s name

Tag list: @winters-buck @marvelfanfichq @aquabrie


Chance meeting Part 1


 “This seat taken?” you ask spotting the only empty chair on this beautiful fall day, next to a man you’ve seen many times at this very spot the last few months.

He looked familiar, more so than just seeing him here. But you can’t place where you’ve seen him before. Now up close, sandy blond hair highlighted by the sunny rays beating down, warming those who chose to sit outside. His head bent till you’d spoken, breathe catching as his sky blue eyes land on you, half smile gracing the corners of his lips. You can tell somethings wrong, studying people being a hobby of sorts and part of your chosen career, though you bite your tongue not asking questions.

“Uh, yes, yes it is,” siting up, pulling his feet back under him from being stretched out under the small table

Trying not to take up much room as you’ve spied a sketch pad while placing your coffee cup down. Taking your computer bag from the left shoulder, finally sitting down, you take a deep breath of the fresh air. A smile sliding into place as you close your eyes and relax.

“That bad a day doll?” deep voice laced with concern.

Doll? Did anyone use that anymore? Evidently they did since the hottie sitting next to you just said it. But instead of answering his question you just stared for a moment finally realizing who he is and ignoring his question.

“Oh my, your,” pausing, swallowing hard. You’d never met anyone famous before much less a war hero you’ve heard about all your life.

Internally groaning, one of the many down falls to having a face everyone knows is being bombarded by people who want to talk about the past, to shake his hand and sometimes not let go. Not that he doesn’t want to talk about it, about life in the 40’s, his time during World War 2 and Captain America.

“Steve Rogers, right,” voice light, sweet to his ears because most addressed him as Captain America or Cap. But you, your different he can see the curiosity written in your eyes he’s just not sure for which it’s for. The man or the myth?

“That’d be me in the flesh,” he tries not to cringe at how stupid that sounded, not being use to today’s slang. Lowering his gaze back to the pad in front of him, Steve starts to add more lines, a little shading to the drawing of the New York skyline.

Not taking your eyes off him, while unpacking your laptop and setting up your work area. “Never thought I’d ever meet you. My Granddad spoke very highly and so many stories. ”

Head snapping up as the pencil paused, eyes searching. “Stories? Who’s your Granddad?”

 “Y/GF/N, of the 107th,” the grin is infectious as it lightens your eyes, affection and love in your tone. “He always says if,” you clear your throat dropping the octave as much as you can. “If not for Steve Rogers you wouldn’t be here lady bug, he’s the true hero saving all our butts.” 

At first Steve just sat there, a touch shocked, a touch moved. Not that he hadn’t been called a hero before, many times in fact that at some points it really didn’t mean much because most didn’t mean it. But to hear you say it even in that silly voice, it stirred something inside him. “Is he still alive?”

“Oh yes, very much so. Lives in DC still, house he was born and raised in since the 20’s,” there’s pride in your tone, as your own eyes drop back to your computer. Booting up the system you take a deep drink from you’re now warm coffee. “I’ll let you get back to your sketch, I’ve taken up enough of your time. Just pretend I’m not here.”

“No, you’re not bothering me doll,” flipping the pad closed, not wanting to get anything on it. The birds do dive bomb from time to time as he’s learned. “What uh,” he rubs the back of his neck, not wanting to sound self-absorbed, but curiosity got the better of him. “What stories did your Granddad tell you about me?”

You can see the nerves, something telling you that he’s uncomfortable about asking, his posture a dead giveaway, but interest is there to. “The good ones mostly.”

Smiling, seeing that you’re teasing him, “So he didn’t tell you about the time I toilet papered the General’s tent just to see how angry he’d get?”

“Ah no, but he did tell me how you mud washed some poor privets jeep,” you’re trying to hold back the laughter through seeing his shocked face does in you.

Folding over your computer laughing into the crook of your arm, you hear the sweetest sound ever. Guff laughter from the man sitting beside you that tickles your ears and makes you smile. You’ve managed to do what so few have, making Steve Rogers feel normal for once since the serum’s injection into his body. So many have seen him as nothing more than a weapon, or an icon for others to follow. Forgetting that he’s a man as well.

“Thank you,” he’s wiping tears away still chuckling.

“For?” your puzzled, regaining your own wits about you looking over at him.

“Making me feel less of a science experiment gone wrong and more human,” breathe catching in your throat when you catch the spike of uncertainty in those beautiful sky blue eyes of his. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but there’s something about you that he feels like he can honestly talk to you.  

“Mr. Rogers honestly you aren’t a failed experiment, you’re a human being who deserves to be treated as such,” placing a hand on his arm giving it a light squeeze. “Whoever told you that is an idiot.”

“Steve please,” heat from your touch warms him in ways he’s not felt since before going into the ice and only one other time, with Peggy.

Smiling, removing the hand from his arm, you’re unsure on what to do next. What does one talk about with Steve Rogers? It’s funny actually, you normally would sit here typing away at your next piece ignoring everyone and everything around you, yet right now you don’t want to. Instead you wanted to know more about the man behind the myth.

That thought is taken, along with what to talk about from you, as his phone rings. A frown marring that handsome visage as he listens to the voice on the other end. “Understood, I’ll be there in ten,” the cadence has changed, dropped an octave. “I’m really sorry, I have to go.”

“Of course it was nice meeting you Steve,” you rose with him offering your hand which he takes and shakes. On impulse you stand on tip toes, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “For all you’ve done and will do but most of all for saving a man’s life you didn’t even know.”

Astounded, Steve tries to cover the light pink which dusts his cheeks though secretly pleased. “My pleasure miss,” tipping his head to one side he’s at a loss for what to do and no time to think of anything. The advice from Bucky doing him little good right now, “I’ll see you around?”

“Count on it Cap,” shooting him a cheesy smile while retaking your seat.

Groaning though the smile on his lips tells of a different story, Steve waves before taking off down the street and into danger. Wondering if he’ll ever see you again. You as well think the same thing, but push those thoughts aside. Today had been a fluke you wouldn’t be so lucky again.

Part 2

yoongi; just a (girl)friend

❝sometimes the right one is just there, behind all the wrong ones.
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It’s a Friday with a cheesy, cliché romantic movie playing on the screen with… the boy you know even the lead characters of a fiction show would know you wish he was yours. To you, he’s the epitome of perfection, even when he doesn’t think so himself. He’s kind, caring, a bit too snarky for his own good that could get him in jail if it meant having a sharp tongue was a crime but overall… he’s the package that could sweep you off your feet just like that. The littlest move of affection would set your heart flying out of your chest, betraying the cage of your ribs and out into his hand if only he held it open. The words that are coated with a bit too much of honey would melt you down (or attract the bees to sting your ass). What makes you want to sting his ass is… the fact that he doesn’t realize what he’s doing to you… and it breaks your heart.

But being logical, you can’t blame him. Well… you couldn’t. You’ve never told him or anything or any of that sort so how would you ever expect him to—“Hey, are you listening?”

Right, right…

You clear your throat, straightening your back as you turn your cheek to return your attention back on the present him. As if he hadn’t taken enough space in your mind as it is; the hard drive in your heart on the verge of running out of memory with every piece of image, phrase, sentence, moments that involved him. There he is, ladies and gentlemen, it’s—“Sorry, Yoongi. Was just… never mind. You were saying?”

He smiles faintly and shakes his head, his arm pressed to yours as the two-seater sofa chewed both of you in. A thick blanket draped over to share, numerous of times that the both of you got together without a care; moments like these were what you lived for and honestly, even if Yoongi wasn’t yours, it’s fine.

As long as you had your dose of him like how things were now, you were fine with it.

Because some things are just not meant to be… and life can’t always replicate what’s shown in a fictional reality and you’re okay with it.

You’re okay with it.

“I said I think I should start dating again,” He sighs, leaning his head on your shoulder. You try not to show you’re excited, but the way you’re speaking has you showing a bunch of emotions when you try to collect yourself (not so effective), “Y-Yeah! You should! Like… it’s been so long since you had a girlfriend,”

He seems to be deep in his thoughts but when he snaps out of it, you do too, blinking at him nervously.

“You’re right. I mean, Hoseok’s been trying to hook me up with all these blind dates and I kept telling them no, or to suck it but maybe it’s time I tried to go on them,” He says brightly, as if he had did you proud to say the words you had been wanting and partially you were happy but… you’d be a liar to say you weren’t crushed. Putting on a smile you know Yoongi would want to see, you nod, leaning back on the sofa dejectedly when he puts his arms around yours, pressing it to his chest and the last thing you’d want is for him to hear how hard your heart falls to the ground, seven floors below.

“You know, you’re the best,” He murmurs, pressing his cheek to your arm when he hugs it and you smile to yourself, looking over on his head. Your mouth opens to speak but when it gets hard to even breathe, you close it shortly after muttering a soft yeah… and like your voice, your smile fades, just as Yoongi’s start to settle in at the thought of finding love; when you’ve already found it long ago the moment he introduced himself.

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Spock Imagine- Holding Hands

When Captain Kirk calls an emergency meeting, you know it is serious. You got the page while you and your boyfriend Spock were in the middle of an intense game of chess. Behind closed quarters, your relationship with Spock is like no other. The two of you often sneak into one another’s room to spend time with each other. When the two of you mutually agreed to enter into a relationship, both of you decided that it was best to keep it private for now. 

“Emergency meeting. This can’t be good.” you bite your lip, looking at the page. 

“I would agree.” 

The two of you abandon the chess board, a few of the pawns falling over as you get up. He opens the door, kindly allowing you to exit first. As you pass, one of his hands falls against your waist, startling you. Peering back to him, you give him a faint smile before hugging him gently. Returning to your destination, you walk at a brisk pace in order to take part in the meeting. 

When you walk into the meeting room, there are two seats left at the large oval shaped table. You sit down, Spock on your right and Sulu on your left. Captain Kirk clears his throat and everyone looks to him with full attention. 

“I’d like to thank everyone for coming as soon as you did. We have something to discuss, and I want to talk it over with everyone.” he says, folding his hands together. 

There is a long pause, causing the tension to build up in the room. Everyone is looking around to each other, trying to figure out what could be happening. You look around to make sure that everyone is there, and you ca’t find anyone missing. 

“I got the order that we are to travel into uncharted territory in a new nebula.” he says with a straight face. 

To most people, Spock is unreadable. Because you have spend so much time with him in private, you are able to tell his reactions and feelings. Noticing a small twitch in his jaw, and feeling his calf muscle tense, you know that means something is wrong. Being on the medical team, you aren’t always aware of how dangerous something can be, it’s just your job to tend to the wounded. Sliding your hand along his thigh, you reach for his hand. 

Holding hands wasn’t something you did very often in the past, but recently it has become a very intimate action. Being in space has come with its challenges as well as its insecurities. There have been moments of being scared, and Spock has always been your rock. His large fingers entwine with yours secretly underneath the table. 

“Captain, what is the reasoning for traveling into this nebula.” Uhura asks.

“There is said to be an abundance of Dilithium on the planet.” 

“I must say, Captain, that is a lot of risk for something we can harvest in charted  territory.” Spock comments. 

“I would agree commander, however this is said to be a different strain of dilithium. Technologists have been working on a new form of warp technology but the dilithium isn’t strong enough.” kirk shakes his head. 

“So how can we prepare Captain?” you ask, squeezing Spock’s hand tighter. 

His thumb grazes softly over your knuckles, an attempt to calm some  of your nerves. You love that gesture, especially because no one knows it is happening. This is a perfect representation of your relationship. It’s an intimate and close relationship, but hidden to everyone else. It’s almost exhilarating to hide it from everyone. It’s like being a little kid again, giddy with a secret that you can’t tell anyone.  

“Each unit has a check list of things they can do. Medical, I’d like you to stock up as much as possible and please freshen up on wound care.” 

“Why’s that Captain?” Bones asks, leaning forward. 

“Since this is uncharted territory, we have no clue what kind of life forms are inhabiting this area.” he warns. 

“Its rumored that a species we have never encountered before. This species is told to be vicious and animalistic.” you stumble. 

“Correct. That is why it is important to be prepared. It is our job to start charting and to find where we can start harvesting. Is everyone okay with that?” he peers around to everyone at the table.

No one objects, so the meeting is adjourned. You approach Bones, letting your hand slip away from Spock’s. Bones is looking over his supplies chart on his tablet.

“Bones, what can we do to prepare?” you ask. 

“Well first we need to make sure everyone is fit for commission. It does us no go to have injured or sick crew members go out.” 

“I would agree. I will send out a notice that everyone should come visit us at MedBay. Then I will do some research on some new techniques.”

“Not a bad idea Lieutenant (y/l/n), I’ll do the same.” 

You look over to Spock, who is talking with Captain Kirk. He looks calm, but you can tell that there is a hint of anger inside of him. With his hands folded behind his back, he listens intently on what the Captain is explaining. 

“(y/n)?” he says, drawing your attention.

“Yeah doc?” 

“I just want you to know he’s in good hands. He knows how to take care of himself.” 

You look at the doctor with scared, pleading eyes. You should have known that he would figure it out. When you aren’t with Spock you are with Bones. 

“How did you?” you are cut off. 

“You have this look in your eyes. They tell it all. You get the same way when you are taking care of someone.” 

“Do me a favor and keep it on the down low, doc?” 

“Sure thing (y/n).” 

“Thank you.” 

You depart from the doctor and exit the board room. Spock follows behind shortly, catching up to you. He doesn’t say a single word the entire walk back to the dorms. Making sure the coast is clear, you peer around to avoid anyone seeing you go into the same place. You enter swiftly and Spock follows suit. Once he shuts the door, you are able to be real with him for a minute. Going into uncharted territory makes you feel anxious because Kirk and Spock are the ones at greatest risk. 

He sees your distress, grabbing your hand once again. A single tear drips down your cheek, and you quickly wipe it away with your free hand. Leaning against his chest, you feel safe. 

“I just don’t want anything to happen to you.” you squeak out. 

“Nothing is going to happen to me (y/n), I won’t let that happen. It’s illogical to start a relationship if I felt I was in any danger.” 

“You can’t say that Spock.” 

“Vulcans can not lie.”

You feel his hand creep around your shoulder and plant around the base of your neck. One of his fingertips grazes above the collar of your dress, touching skin. His touch tingles, a magical sensation. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, his grip tightening. This is a side of him you don’t see very often. Every now and then, the human in him gets the best of his vulcan control. 

“It is my duty to keep both you and myself safe, and I will not fail you.” he mumbles against your shoulder. 

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“How do people do that?”

“Hm?” Benny looks up from his glass and tries to follow Usnavi’s gaze, but it’s difficult in the crowded and sporadically lit space. “Do what?”

That,” Usnavi says impatiently, raising his voice above the music and gesturing emphatically down the bar towards – oh. A couple. This is gonna be one of those conversations. “She just walked right up to that guy and bought him a drink! Look – look, now they’re gonna dance! How do people do that!?”

Benny sighs. Truthfully, he and Usnavi shouldn’t even be here – they’re both a little too tired, and have a little too much work to do tomorrow. They’re not dancing and they’re not drinking – not really drinking – and he wonders how much longer they’re both going to pretend this is a good way to spend their evening. “You go up to someone,” he explains, leaning closer so he doesn’t have to shout, “and you say ‘hey, you’re cute, wanna dance?’”

Usnavi actually flinches. “And after the drink gets thrown in your face?”

“What about what I just said gets a drink thrown in my face?”

“Not your face, maybe,” Usnavi says, still too loud, and, okay, maybe he’s been drinking slightly more than Benny has. “But that’d never work for me! I mean, I mean it’d probably work on me, but not – I could never pull that off, y'know? One does not simply walk up to strangers in bars.”

Benny grins. “One does if one wants to dance. It’s not that hard, seriously.”

“Oh, sure, it’s easy for you.” Usnavi waves a hand dismissively. “You’re hot.”

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