yeah-i-made-two-of-these

2

Gifts for the Wonderful @dryeguy! who voiced not ONE but TWO!! of my comics~<3 So Yeah, I made TWO pieces of art cause this is the least I could do as a Thank You for your awesome work!!!!! >u<)/

Seriously tho~ not only is he Super Awesome but he’s also one of the Nicest person I’ve ever meet so if you looking for Great voice acting videos and just all around Wholesome content then I Highly suggesting checking him out~<333  

Couldn't Be That Bad (Peter Pan [OUaT] x Reader)

I got my first requested imagine!!!

Request: Could you possibly do a Once Upon a Time imagine with the reader and Peter Pan? Preferably fluff please (but I wouldn’t mind them making out)! I’ll leave the story line to you. Please and thank you! Love you!

Prompt: You, Emma, Hook, Snow White, and Prince Charming are in Neverland, trying to rescue Henry; but what happens when you get separated from the group and are captured by Peter Pan?

Warnings: Over use of the words smirk and wit. There is a point where someone makes a comment that refers to frick fracking, but there is NO smut. Just fluff.

~~~

Reader POV

“There is no time to lose. We need to find Henry, and bring him back,“ Emma clenched her fist as she talked. “Hook, lead the way.“

Hook started to lead us down the path. It was kind of cool yet terrifying to see Emma so determined. Snow looked back at me apologetically.

“I’m sorry you had to be dragged into this, Y/N,” she smiled softly. “You’re so young-”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” I cut her off. “I’m kind of glad to be doing something fun instead of just being a maid for the evil queen back in Storybrooke.” I smiled. Yes, I was technically just a teen in skin-tight jeans and a Batman T-shirt, but I was useful. I was skilled with a sword and probably only a little rusty with a bow and arrow.

Snow nodded sweetly and kept walking. That’s when I noticed weird markings on a tree. I stopped walking to look at them, but before I could mention them to the others, I couldn’t see.

~

I have no idea what time it is now. The sun is in a different place, but that might not mean a thing here in Neverland.

At the moment, I am stuck in a cage surrounded by a few small boys.

“Would one of you like to explain why I’m in a cage?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. The oldest looking of the few spoke up.

“Pan said that you interested him, and that you may be a bargaining piece,” the boy explained. He turned to a smaller kid. “Go tell Pan that she’s awake.”

“Don’t worry about it, boys,” a new voice spoke. “I already know. Now scatter!” With that command all the boys dispersed, heading in different directions and leaving you with Peter Pan himself.

“Mind letting me out of here?” I ask him with a smile.

“No can do. You might try to fight your way out of the camp or run away,” he knelt down next to the cage and smirked.

“Come on. Besides my amazing charm, charisma, and the dagger in my shoe that you forgot to take away,” I smiled, “I am completely harmless.”

That earned a wide smile from Pan. He even gave out a slight chuckle. “I guess I could let you out,” he gave in. His voice died to a lower tone. “But if you try to escape, I will have to punish you.”

I smirked. “Woah, kinky. That’s cute as hell.”

His raised an eyebrow. “Last time I checked, hell wasn’t cute,” he corrected.

“No, but it is extremely hot,” I winked. A slight blush seemed to creep across his face. I think I got to him.

He snapped his fingers, and the cage dissipated.

“Your name. What’s your name?” He smiled mischievously.

“Y/N,” I answered.

“You’ve got quite the wit, Y/N,” he hooked an arm around my shoulders. “I think you should meet the boys.”

~

The Lost Boys were all pretty nice, but that may have just been because Pan was around. Pan, with his arm still around me, kept pulling me around.

We were walking aimlessly, so I thought he might have been looking for someone in particular. That’s when I noticed a familiar head of brown hair.

“Henry!” I ran over to him. He turned around and ran to me.

“Y/N!” he hugged me. “Y/N, I’m so glad you’re here.” His eyes seem to glisten. “Wait, if you’re here, are the others here too?”

“They are on the island, but I got separated,” I explained until I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“I see you already know Henry, Y/N. That’s good. Since we’ve got the introductions out of the way, how about we all play a game!” Peter’s announcement made the Lost Boys cheer, but Henry and I stayed quiet.

Out of thin air, Pan produced a bow. “There is a story that tells of a man who was able to shoot an apple off of his son’s head. Let’s see if that’s possible.”

Pan was about to reach for Henry, but instead took my arm.

“Yeah, no. I don’t trust you guys to shoot apples from my head,” I say, trying to loosen his grip on my arm.

“Who said they were shooting it off of your head?” Peter smirked and handed me the crossbow.

My mouth formed an “O” shape as I held the weapon. A tall boy who was introduced as Felix stood against the tree with an apple on his head.

“Sorry if I scratch you up, Felix. I may be a little rusty,” I earn a smile from Felix as I fix my aim. Henry, who was next to me, closed his eyes as I pull the trigger. I, on the other hand, was completely confident that I would hit the apple; and sure enough, Felix did not lose his life today.

The Lost Boys cheered loudly. I had pierced the apple straight through the core.

“That’s pretty impressive. You’d make a great Lost Boy. Well, Lost Girl,” Pan patted my shoulder and smirked.

“As fun as that sounds, with Emma and the rest searching for us, I don’t think Henry and I will be staying much longer,” I shove the bow back into Peter’s crossed arms.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Y/N,” his eyes grew dark. “No one leaves this island without my permission, especially not you and Henry. You two are very… intriguing. So you might as well get comfy because you won’t be escaping anytime soon.”

I only rolled my eyes. “Alright. I understand. Don’t get your leather bands in a twist.” At this, Peter clenched his fist around the bow, seemingly angered. He took a deep breath and raised an eyebrow, beginning to smirk.

“You’ve got quite an attitude,” he smirked and looked me over.

“I get that from my employer. She’s the queen of attitude. Well to be exact, she’s the Evil Queen,” I smiled, interesting Peter further. He started to circle me and Henry.

“Everyone, get back to work. Felix,” Peter put an arm around my waist, “get this one something to do. I have to go check on a few things.” And with that, he disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

~
I have no idea how long it’s been since I was captured. Emma and the others have tried to ambush the camp a time or two, but they failed. To be honest, I am starting to like it here; and by the looks of it, so is Henry. I’ve grown really fond of Peter Pan. I may have even developed a crush on him, but of course, I’m not going to admit that.

The sun was at a midpoint so I assume it is in the afternoon. Yesterday, Peter taught me how to make random parts of the trees and nature to create whatever I want. And I don’t mean building something from nature. I mean that if I hold something in my hand, close my eyes, and imagine it turning into something else, it turns into something else. I’ve been practicing this transformation thing and it’s been going really well.

“Well well, looks like you’ve made lots of progress,” Peter sat next to me, examining the things I’ve made.

I smile brightly. “Yeah. So far I have made two swords, a dagger, and a pot,” I laugh. “Okay, so it isn’t that much.”

“Don’t say that; you’re doing fine,” he smirks.

“Thanks,” I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I could see a little color rise to his cheeks. His signature eyebrow raise adorned his face as he started to lean towards me, causing me to lean away from him.

“What was that for, Y/N?” he smirked.

“Can’t I give you a random kiss?” I answer his question with a question.

“Of course you can,” he places a hand on my shoulder, but that causes me to slip off the log. He fell along with me, his hands landing on either side of my head. He smirked, making me believe that he did this on purpose. “But I’d rather that kiss be right here.” he points to his lips.

“I usually let the guy make that move,” I joke.

It seemed like he didn’t hear me because he just looked at my disheveled form and smirked. He raised an eyebrow.

“Ya know, Y/N, I’ve hoped for a while that I might get you in this position, but for a different reason,” he whispered as one of his hands came to rest by my hip.

“I’m hearing a lot of barking, but where is that bite of yours?” I smirk, waiting for him to act.

“I really love your wit,” he chuckled.

“Fine, I guess I’ll make a move,” with that, I grabbed the collar of Peter’s shirt and pulled him into a kiss. He kissed back immediately. Eventually we had to breath, so we stopped the kiss. He was breathless. I was blushing. It was perfect.

“For an evil young guy who I was sure hadn’t seen a girl in long while, you are a really great kisser,” I laughed, putting emphasis on “really”.

He chuckled,“It’s been a while, but I new I couldn’t be that bad.”

anonymous asked:

i just think it's weird to get attatched to two characters that weren't even given a name, purpose or personality and were killed off just to give the male lead (desmond) some angst when he already had enough to deal with that didn't involve shoehorning in 2 more female characters whose only purpose was to die. your olivia oc isn't the problem and you're not a bad person for doing this either! it's the fact that level 5 pulled this cheap trick and you just bought into it without questioning why

I mean… yeah
I made two characters for them and I just liked them as my characters I didn’t really focus on that too much
I’ve questioned it plenty tbh like it’s true they pulled that and I still tried to make my own characters to give them names and more information other than the fact that they’re dead so I could fill in the gaps that I wanted filled, I’m sorry that Level 5 did that but I have as much of a right as anyone else to make headcanons and characters
I respect your opinion and I still respect my own

Tag!

The lovely @kemmotare tagged me to do this, thank you :’)

Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 truths about you. At the end choose 25 people to be tagged.

LAST:
Last Drink: Tea
Last Phone Call: My grandmother
Last Text Message: “At what time and where do we meet?”  
Last Song You Listened To: Lay you down/ Song for by Matt Corby 
Last Time I Cried: Yesterday


HAVE YOU EVER:

Dated Someone Twice: No (I’ve never dated someone)
Been Cheated On: Nope
Kissed Someone and Regretted It: No ( Never kissed someone)
Lost Someone Special: No
Been Depressed: Yes
Been Drunk and Thrown Up: No, I don’t drink


IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

Made a New Friend: Yeah, I kind of made two new ‘friends’ here at uni
Fallen Out of Love: No 
Laughed Until You Cried: Yes 
Met Someone Who Changed You: I don’t know really
Found Out Who Your True Friends Were: Oh yes
Found Out Someone Was Talking About You: Yep


GENERAL:

How many people on tumblr do you know in real life?: @deadrock-n-rollsociety @thatgirlfromhyrule @magicmusicdreams <3
Do you have any pets?: I’ve got a lovely cat 
Do you want to change your name?: No, I don’t! I like my name
What time did you wake up this morning?: About 8am.
What were you doing last night?: Reading stuff for uni
Name something you cannot wait for: TONIGHT HELLO NOAH GUNDERSEN @deadrock-n-rollsociety
Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yes, my former German teacher 
What’s getting on your nerves rn?: I’m getting on my own
Blood type: O negative probably
Nickname: Demus, Deems and Deem 
Relationship status: Single
Zodiac sign: Libra sun, Gemini moon.
Pronouns: She/Her
Favorite tv show: The Following and The Mentalist
College: I’m currently at University :D Studying History  
Hair colour: Brown with a copper undertone 
Long or short: Longish 
Do you have a crush on someone: Nope
What do you like about yourself: My freckles and birthmarks, my music taste, the way I am to others and the bond I have with some important people in my life


FIRSTS:

First surgery: Having my tonsils removed 
First piercing: Earlobes 
First best friend: Roos, but sadly we don’t talk to each other that much  
First sport you joined: Dancing
First vacation: Vlieland 
First pair of sneakers: I don’t know 
Eating: Breakfast  
Drinking: Tea

I’m about to: Get dressed and go to uni

Listening to: Matt Corby, still
Want kids: I don’t know 
Get married: I have no clue, probably but it’s not on the top of my to do list
Career: Being a history teacher would be absolutely fantastic


WHICH IS BETTER:

Lips or eyes: Eyes 
Hugs or kisses: I’ve never kissed someone so I’ll go with hugs
Shorter or taller: Taller
Older or younger: Older
Romantic or spontaneous: Spontaneous
Sensitive or loud: Sensitive
Hook up or relationship: Idk, I haven’t any experience
Troublemaker or hesitant: Troublemaker??


HAVE YOU EVER:

Kissed a stranger: Nope
Drank hard liquor: Nope
Lost glasses/contacts: Nope
Sex on first date: Nope
Broken someone’s heart: No, I don’t think so
Been arrested: Nope
Turned someone down: Yes
Fallen for a friend: Nope


DO YOU BELIEVE:

In yourself: I want to say that I do, but I don’t 
Miracles: Yes
Love at first sight: Nah
Heaven: No
Santa Claus: No

I tag @deadrock-n-rollsociety @magicmusicdreams @thatgirlfromhyrule @ancientecho @prideandperdition @lacewingflies

6

I finally managed to finish my last four challenges (yeah Zou made sure I had two more to do and a tabu to break - never again)!
It’s the snk-edition this time, all done at one evening. Freckles are fun (and so is being Ymir, I liked that result most), but I’ll never ever cosplay Marco again. I’ll stay at the Jean-side of the OTP for now. <’D
Anyway, this was a lot of fun, thanks for suggesting quite a few and particularly interesting and challenging characters, guys! <3

Nate Maloley smut (part 2)

so yeah i made part two here. Again sorry for my bad English, enjoy!  this is part one > http://stoneddutchgirl.tumblr.com/post/113453839640/nate-maloley-smut-first-part 

——————————————

*a lot of weed and drinks later*

We were already playing truth or dare, (y/f/n) lost her shirt and Sam and Nate and you had too drink a full glasses of Jack Daniels like shots. So you guys were all quite tipsy and very high. (y/f/n) laughed at everything Sam said but you knew it wasn’t for the alcohol nor the weed, she really liked Sammy. she took another sip of her beer and shouted at Nate “TRUTH OR DARE” while falling of the couch, i wanted to help her but Sam insided on helping her. Nate almost chocked on his Jack from laughing at (y/f/n). “i’ll pick dare” (y/f/n) spoke up and said ;”i want you to take off (y/n) shirt” your eyes got bigger and gave (y/f/n) the nastiest look you could give and turned to Nate. “shit lets do it”

But Nate decided to tease you by sliding his hands al over your sides and rubbing his thumbs over your boobs while taking it off. You were wearing a black lace see though bra so when Nate saw that he said “damn girl”“dude stop staring and pick someone” Sam said while pointing at himself. “sure you can go and i bet you want a dare so you can make out with (y/f/n)” Sam gave Nate a big smile and did as Nate told him. You said “i don’t think they are playing anymore” because (y/f/n) was now grinding on Sam’s lap. “dude get a room” Nate said and Sam took (y/f/n) to hs room so now you were left with Nate.

”you wanna keep playing or do you want to do something else?” Nate said while pulling you closer to him. “why don’t you try to make me ask you the thing i said previously” he didn’t hesitate a second before atacking your neck making you melt at his touch and moaning his name. “shit you made me hard with that bra but please don’t make me cum in my pants” He took of his shirt and you started tracing his tattoos with your finger. “i wont” he began to massage your boobs with one hand and the other one went down your pants. He stroked one finger up in your soaking slit and drawing 8′s on your clit making you moan again. you gasped once he put in one finger without warning making you grab his biceps. “Na-ate can we take this to my bedroom ple-ease?”

5

The Wimbly Womblys gathered in the middle of the pitch, worn out from practice.

“Great job, guys. I’m loving the hustle and heart you’re showing. That’s it for today.” Manager John paused, and then added, “Oh, and Kennedy? Get a damn haircut. It looks like there’s some sort of raccoon tail that goes across your entire head.” Some of the other players snickered before running off to the locker rooms.

Callum opened his mouth to defend himself, but before he could say anything, John exclaimed, “You know that yellow card you got last week? I blame it on the hair. It might even be too ugly for you to score.

“Look,” he continued, lowering his voice and moving a bit closer. “You’re a great defender. I don’t want to be repulsed by your appearance.” Callum cringed. “Stop being so inflexible and fix the hair situation. You look like you have a Davy Crockett hat hardwired to your head.” As Manager John walked away, Callum heard him mutter, “I can’t believe Meredith is into that haircut.”

Callum gasped. He gaped at Manager John’s retreating figure. Meredith, Manager John’s fit American assistant? He didn’t know much about her (the Wimbly Womblys rarely heard her speak and had yet to directly interact with her), but the fact that she liked his hair was an immediate turn-on.

“What, you didn’t know about the assistant coach?” Apparently, Seb Brown had been listening to the whole exchange. “She likes your hair, mate.”

“Really?” Callum’s face broke into a grin.

“Yeah, haven’t you heard Manager John singing about it?” asked Seb. Callum shook his head. He tended to block out most of Manager John’s bizarre antics outside of practice—if his ramblings were ever coherent, they either praised the Johns’ hair or mocked his. Always with the hair…

“I don’t know why Manager John is so keen on you changing your hair—half the Football League has that style nowadays—but Assistant Coach Meredith thinks it’s hot.” Seb playfully elbowed Callum, who blushed.

“I keep wondering if it’s worth it to just shave all my hair off. I really thought it suited me, but after all of Manager John’s ribbing, I—”

“No! Don’t give in!” cried Seb, as the two footballers began walking off the field. “It’s too late now—you’ll look weak. Besides, you shouldn’t take Manager John seriously. He’s always going on about some nonsense. Have know noticed how he keeps bringing up those two penalties I saved against Luton Town back in 2011? Yeah, I made two saves, but I also let three in. And who is he to talk about hair, anyway—have you seen that puff of his?”

“Yes, I did notice it,” laughed Callum. “Have you noticed how its levels increase when he’s stressed out?” Both players chuckled.

Once they entered the lockers, Seb patted Callum on the back and went off to shower. Callum, however, hung back and snuck over to the assistant coach’s office. Meredith sat at the desk, typing away on her laptop, while Manager John paced back and forth. Callum moved as close to the office as he could without looking like he was blatantly eavesdropping.

“…has the potential to be the next Maric Maric! What is he, like, a 60 skill level? Definitely one of the better defenders on the team. But that damn hair.” It seemed that John didn’t limit his hair-related rants to the locker room and practice field.

Meredith said something that Callum couldn’t quite catch, and John threw his hands up in the air.

“You have the worst taste in men! It’s disgusting. Terrible, terrible. I’m not doing my job as a mentor if you think that’s attractive.”

Meredith cocked an eyebrow, rolled her eyes, and went back to her work.

Manager John kept pacing and ranting, but Callum beamed. Meredith’s opinion was far from enthusiastic but for him, it more than made up for Manager John’s vitriol.

Suddenly, Meredith looked up from her work and looked straight at Callum. He was mortified at having been caught both eavesdropping and staring, but found that he couldn’t look away. Then, the assistant coach winked, tossed her hair, and smiled coyly. Callum strode back to his locker with his chin held high.

“Not bad, Kennedy,” he said to himself contentedly. “Not bad.”