you can never have too much blue

nightmares about losing you

for @bottle-of-felix-felicis :) thank you for following!

Lukas has never seen this much blood. His hands are shaking and he can’t breathe and God, no—Philip, Philip, Philip—

He shoots up in bed with a gasp, his hand over his heart. His eyes are straining and filled with tears, and before he knows it familiar hands are smoothing over his shoulder and his back. The room is still sunny and Philip converges on him, pulling him close.

Lukas realizes he’s still in Philip’s bedroom.

“Lukas,” Philip whispers, turning his face gently so they’re facing each other. “You’re okay, you’re okay.”

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For the lovely anon (and wife) who requested something a little while back. I hope this is something like what you had in mind. Sorry it took me a little bit to find the writing mojo.

(TW: miscarriage, fertility issues)

Cat threatens thirteen - no, fourteen - people with everything from being fired to actual bodily harm, but it only gets her home 30 minutes sooner than originally planned. When she’d heard Kara’s voicemail, Cat had wanted nothing more than her wife’s ability to fly. Instead she’s stuck crossing three states and an entire city at a frustratingly human pace.

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Private Party

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Private Party:  A Bucky Barnes one shot

Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings:   nsfw below the cut, smut.  penquins.  bad old man jokes.  delayed party gratification

Synopsis:  You and Bucky are stuck out on surveillance on an unexpected mission.  Turns out there is an excellent way to distract your partner and boyfriend from missing his 100th birthday cake…

A/N:  Written for @bucky-plums-barnes​​​​​ 100 Banging Kinks for Bucky’s 100th Birthday challenge.  She still has a few kinks to fill so if you can write a drabble quick go help her out.  This kink was Outdoors.   Now how can a geologist resist that?   Please be gentle.  Have never written this format before.  Hugs to @emilyevanston for holding my hand and making sure it didn’t suck too much. 


“Helluva way to spend a birthday….”

Bucky shakes his head, grumbles low for just the two of you before sighting through his scope for the umpteenth time.   Away in the middle distance nothing moves.  Not a bird.  Not a cavy.  Not even one of Darwin’s blue grey foxes Tony was so enthused about.  So far a bust.  If Xisis was planning on making his final move he was taking his sweet time about it.  

A low hiss of angry steaming sigh leaks out.  Nothing—you’ve both got nothing–just like the last ten times you’ve checked.  Reluctantly Bucky hunkers down, uses the jut of rock that forms your blind to shelter from the wind.  The March air might be warm but the swirl whipping across the poa grass is strong.  Grit flies with every gust.

It makes you itch to clean the barrel of your gun.   

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Not so quick, but still dirty nebula painting based on @kaijuslayer‘s q&d nebula tutorial. (Which you should read before reading this).

In essence, this is the same process, except that it is a mix of my three attempts at learning Jake’s technique. Which brought a few tweaks

All three attempts were slightly different.

  • The first was a “I’ll follow the manual” thing :
  • The second was a variation with another colour than black as a background, or more accurately, making a nebula without any background colour. This used a drybrush technique :
  • The third came back to the text book, albeit with a desire to have colours blend more. To that end it used a wetting-the-paint-on-the-model method.

Flyers are great, they have a lot of surface to play with to really give this wet technique the room to shine. On smaller models though, the results do not achieve the impression of deepness of this Voidraven, but it is still worth the effort, at least if you look at the model from a playing distance.


The models I’m painting at the moment do not leave any black deep-space areas. They were undercoated with Mephiston Red spray paint, which I still deeply regret.

I would like to emphasis the fact that these techniques will crush your spirit until the last phase, where everything comes together and no matter how shitty it looked during the process, it will in fact, turn out great. I remember almost crying out of frustration on my first attempt.

STEP 1 : Getting started and doubting

Like with Jake’s tutorial, haphazardly paint your models with two base colours. Deposit the paint on a palette, take a lot of water on the brush, drop it on the palette, mix a little, put the blob of paint on the model. Really wet it, but not as much as it would immediately run. Aim for that “round drop of water on a surface” as a limit, running is desired, but not just yet.

Switch to colour 2, do the same, you might not need as much water this time, you’ll have to be the judge of that. Here your bubbles will connect and the paint from blob one will move around, dilute, blend a little but never really mix into another colour.

You don’t want them to become another colour, at least not too much, here a little bit of purple-ish blue or red in a very limited area can be acceptable, but if it turns outright purple, just wipe it away from the brush/model.

Play with the water : go take some with your brush and drop it on the model if it doesn’t feel like fun/risky to do. Let it go where it wants, or not, try turning the model around or up/down to achieve desired effects.

Let dry thoroughly before next step.

STEP 2 : feels like you did nothing of importance

Same than step one, but with layer colours, be a bit more precise with what you do, but you still have room for happy mistakes. As explained in Jake’s tutorial, you do not want to just paint over the deep blue, you want it to overlap a bit, be a bit smaller as to give the paint the idea of gradient, definitely use less water, but still, have a really wet brush.

You should totally have a nebula image from nasa or w/e as a model while doing this when you first try it out, it helps a lot. At least until you become familiar with nebula techniques.

STEP 3 : feels like improvement, or ruining the model?

Keep at it, go for even more lighter colours. In my case I didn’t use more than two red colours (Khorne and Evil Suns) but did use 3 or 4 colours for the blue (Kantor, Caledor, Lothern, and White if you want to count that in)

Keep going smaller (or not actually, in some places it can achieve nice effects) if you are perfectionist to the point of painting a replica of a nebula picture to the letter, these aren’t considerations that will bother you.

(sorry no picture)

STEP 4 : feels like it might come together eventually.

Fun part, take a bit of one of your base colours in a small recipient (I use icecube-making moulds) with the brush add a lot of water. Mix and apply all over the area. See Jake’s tutorial for an image and explanation it’s the exact same step.

STEP 5 : stars and shit

I’ve gotten lazy (that’s my trait in painting because I really don’t enjoy painting, if I could get to my end result without having to pick up a brush, I’d be so happy).

On the voidraven, I did every star one by one. It was okay, its a big model it needs to look good. On my bikes and this batch, I’ve used a destroyed brush to do like ten little spots at once, but they of course don’t look as good if your aim is to have nice round and small stars. What I did looks different, but not necessarily bad.

I added little parts where I almost dried-brush the lighter blue, other parts I used a wet brush, you have to test it out to see what works best for you. Most of the time I don’t know what I am doing and hope it’ll come out okay.


By now the model looks okay, but it can look even better if you just use a big brush containing a lot of ink (shade) in it. It will give the whole thing deepness and brilliance, as well as a certain fading, as if it was a real paintjob made by the space elves, rather than feeling like it’s a paintjob from a hobbyist nerdzor. 

I used an ink coulour that is not of the same hue as the earlier wash. In this case, I had washed with Khorne Red, so I opted for Drakenhof Nightshade as a finishing touch.

A lot of variations of these techniques will work. It is fun to try different things everytime or to have to find ways to adapt what you did on a 10cm x 5cm flyer hull to a 1,5cm x 1cm cape.

Just go for it :D get dirty!

Asking For It [2/?]

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing, arguing, sister trouble, and basically shit gets ugly.

A/N: Let me know what you think and if you want to be tagged?

Your life couldn’t get more perfect, an Avenger, engaged to Steve Rogers, your life was better than you planned. That is till your twin sister shows up, shady as they come you knew better than to trust her. Mirrored features, but two completely different people. She’s stirring up trouble in your perfect life, but what happens when Buck falls hard for her and you know she’s up to no good?Can you convince him she’s bad news before he’s too far into her web?

“You have a twin sister?” Sam stares at you.

“Clearly.” You roll your eyes at him.

“Did you know?” Buck looks at Steve.

“Yeah.” He nods.

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Fragile Wands

Happy Valentine’s Day Michelle @profoundlyfadedprincess! I hope you have a lovely day! <3 And I hope you enjoy this fic! I have a fun little drawing I’m gonna post in a bit too!

Here is a somewhere in season 6 canon divergent adventure of Emma and Killian getting sent to the Enchanted Forest!

And thank you @spartanguard for betaing! <3

It was Zelena’s fault they were in this mess. The unseasonably warm winter weather seemed to have everyone not in their right state of mind, which was even worse in Zelena’s case. It all happened so quickly: it was a blur of jumping towards Zelena to get the wand, a shout of ‘Emma,’ and a ringed hand grasping around her bicep.

And now, Emma and Killian were stuck in the Enchanted Forest.

Their means of getting home—  

“Love, you alright?” Killian groaned from underneath Emma.

“I think so?” She shifted, sitting up looking around them. She saw the wand that led them here peeking out from underneath Killian. She quickly grabbed it and frowned.

—A broken wand.

“Bloody hell,” Killian sighed at the sight.

“Yeah.” Emma threw her head back and groaned in frustration. “What are we gonna do?”

“What is this? The sixth time we’ve been in another land?”

“Seventh, if you count when we first met,” Emma corrected him.

“And even then, not on the same team, we figured out how to get back to Storybrooke.” Killian squeezed her hand and moved to get up off the cold rough ground. Emma felt the cold starting to seep through her leather jacket. She looked around and away from Killian. They were in the woods. Snow was falling peacefully through the trees.

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Such Beauty to a Sore Eye - Jonathan Crane x reader oneshot

Fandom: Batman, DC comics
Warning: Swear words
Pairing: Jonathan Crane x reader
Summary: Crane stalks reader and she’s a lawyer against him in court.


A/N: I got too carried away with this one, but it was fun writing. I hope you’ll enjoy :D

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anonymous asked:

Hey! I feel like this is a little out of the blue, but you're an amazing writer and the fics that you said you liked are really good too. What turns you off when it comes to a fanfiction or a story? I've been trying to write effective expositions but I feel like it's never good enough? Sorry if this is weird, you don't have to answer if you don't want! Thank you for your time if you do^^

Oh wow, thank you so much for thinking so! ;v; I can only speak based on my own personal preferences, so please take my answer with a grain of salt.

With writing in general, I’m a fan of the “show not tell” method. Stories are like having pictures form in my mind, and I like it best when a story slowly paints those images in my head. 

A quick example: a scene opens with a character walking through a dimly lit hallway. He balls up his fists and clenches his jaw as he eyes the several family portraits that span the walls. His chest feels tight. The photographed smiles blur in his vision as hot tears stream down his cheeks.

With this, I get the impression that the character is sad — further paragraphs or previously established settings can help complete the picture for me. I’d rather read five paragraphs describing how a character feels and how they’re exhibiting those emotions rather than explicitly revealing “He felt devastated after hearing that his parents wanted a divorce.” and have the story proceed with the plot without letting me feel the weight of the situation. Good buildup and pacing makes me emotionally invested, and therefore would keep my attention.

I have a bunch of writing references saved here if you’d like to check some out! I think the best way to improve in writing is to keep practicing, and reading other people’s work can help give inspiration and ideas for how to go about your own work. I personally read my favorite stories multiple times - first to experience and enjoy the universe as a reader, and again to study the writing and thought behind it. I hope this helps you in some way!

Going Through

Characters: Y/N (reader), Misha Collins, Legend Collins (omc), Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles.

Pairing: Misha x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Part time long distance marriage, Politics, Disaster Election, Misha’s big heart (yes that is a warning!)   

Wordcount: 1400ish

A/N: I was having a Misha crisis and I had no ideas what I should write for him so I put out a call. @ellen-reincarnated1967 send me a few songs. One of them were O.A.R - I Go Through which inspired this fic for me so thank you so much Andi.

I didn’t stay completely true to the lyrics but I use it to set the tone of the fic and some of the lyrics are incorporated into it as well if you pay close attention.

Thanks to the my amazing sweet lil sis @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this for me.

Sometimes you wondered if your husband knew just how much you admired him. You had felt his love for you on your first date. You had never doubted that love since, nor had yours for him ever wavered. He was your world and he found new ways every day to show you, you were his. You did however doubt if he saw all the things you saw in him. All the things that not only made you love him, they made you admire him and be proud you were his wife.

It wasn’t just one thing that impressed you. It was all that he was and how he thought your son do threat others the way he would want them to treat him. Misha was the most caring and loving man you had ever met. He truly wanted to make the world a better place. None of the things he preached were just lines to him. He cared for everyone around them no matter what their circumstances were. His compassion for others shone through in everything he did. He cared deeply for every person around him, no matter if it was someone he knew or not. He cared so much that when the election, you had feared for month came and went and your candidate didn’t win it almost broke him.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have the entire lyrics to "Your Girl"

Carry me off the stage
I can’t do this anymore
Been gone for 3 years, is that enough for you boy?

Carry me to my bed, paint my toenails blue
Tell me all about the things that you and I will never do

I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl

I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl

Carry me off the stage
I’v had too much to drink
Been on tour too long
And I’ve had too much time to think

Carry me to my bed, lay me in a bed of down
Kiss me on my head
And remind me of the way we will not know

I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl

I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl

Late at night, lady on the side
Call me late if you wanna get high
Late at night, laying in Versailles
You and I get to know one another

Late at night, baby you’re my sign
Call me late if you wanna get high
Late at night, baby you and I
Can get to know one another

I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl

I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl
I wish I was your girl

Quotes from ENFP Characters


Don’t worry, brother; whatever happens I’ll be right here, supporting you every step of the– OH MY GOSH A PIG!
Mabel Pines, Gravity Falls

Most people would say ‘the deets’, but I say ‘the tails’. Just another example of innovation.
Tom Haverford, Parks and Recreation

If you don’t take risks, you can’t create a future.
Monkey D. Luffy, One Piece

Any rule can be broken, especially here.
Peter Pan, Once Upon a Time

Revenge is like a two-headed rat-viper. While you watch your enemy go down, you’re being poisoned yourself.
Aang, Avatar: The Last Airbender

If you don’t like the hand that fate’s dealt you with, fight for a new one!
Naruto Uzumaki, Naruto Shippuden

Have I ever made any decisions in my whole life? Are we just living in the mind of a giant?
Winston Bishop, New Girl

I managed to find Uno and Checkers, and Battleship and most of the pieces of Candyland. Which I figure, we can mix together to create a fabulous new game, Candyship Battleland. War never tasted so good!
Lorelai Gilmore, Gilmore Girls

I’m not going to stick my head in the sand and let something like this happen to someone else.
Karen Page, Netflix’s Daredevil

I’m done reading about heroes. I want to be one.
Henry Mills, Once Upon a Time

For you? You think Mad-Eye died for you? You think George took that curse for you? You may be the Chosen One, mate, but this is a whole lot bigger than that. 
Ron Weasley, Harry Potter

The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good don’t always soften the bad things. But vice versa, the bad things don’t always spoil the good things and make them unimportant.
Eleventh Doctor, Doctor Who

We’re stranded here forever…and I’ve never seen Blue Man Group!…I did see Blue Man Group! I just didn’t get it! Why can’t they talk? They have so much in common!
Troy Barnes, Community

Maybe I just can’t turn my back on people when they’re down!
Bolin, Avatar: Legend of Korra

You’re never too old for tick-or-treating or holding hands with Dad.
Gene Belcher, Bob’s Burgers

Living out of a suitcase is better than dying so you can have your blood spilled over a silly little rock.
Katherine Pierce, The Vampire Diaries

Sometimes great possibilities are right in front of us but we don’t see them because we choose not to. I think that we need to be open to exploring something new.
Barry Allen, The Flash

There is beauty in the courage of the fragile fighter. Those that persevere, despite all they’ve been through, those who still believe there is good in the world, as dark things we often find we need that light the most.
Klaus Mikaelson, The Originals

I’ve been looking out of a window for eighteen years, dreaming about what I might feel like when those lights rise in the sky. What if it’s not everything I dreamed it would be?
Rapunzel, Disney’s Tangled

There are no men like me. Only me.
Jaime Lannister, Game of Thrones

Seems like just yesterday I was the worst tyrant this land has ever seen. Life is weird.
King Richard, Galavant

Winds in the east, mist coming in. / Like somethin’ is brewin’ and bout to begin. / Can’t put me finger on what lies in store, / But I fear what’s to happen all happened before.
Bert, Mary Poppins

We must not expect happiness, Sayuri. It is not something we deserve. When life goes well, it is a sudden gift; it cannot last forever…
Chairman, Memoirs of a Geisha

Would I rather be feared or loved? Easy, Both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me.
Michael Scott, The Office (U.S.)

All the broken and shunned creatures. Someone’s got to care for them. Who shall it be if not us?
Dr. Alexander Sweet, Penny Dreadful

You ungrateful pricks, all of you. Your tepid response to our intrepid boss makes me ill. His plan, will it work? Mm-mm. Almost certainly not. All of you will likely look back at this time in your lives and realize you wasted a whole year with nothing to show for it. But if this company is a plane, then this is Richard’s goddamn plane, and if he wants to fly it in the side of a fucking mountain, that is his prerogative and it is our duty to climb on, strap in and have a fiery death right behind him.
Erlich Bachman, Silicon Valley

Well, it is no secret that the best thing about secrets is telling someone else your secret, thereby adding another secret to your secret collection of secrets, secretly.
Spongebob, Spongebob Squarepants

I thought this city would be a perfect place where everyone got along and anyone could be anything. Turns out, life’s a little bit more complicated than a slogan on a bumper sticker. Real life is messy. We all have limitations. We all make mistakes. Which means, hey, glass half full, we all have a lot in common. And the more we try to understand one another, the more exceptional each of us will be. But we have to try. So no matter what kind of person you are, I implore you: Try. Try to make the world a better place. Look inside yourself and recognize that change starts with you.
Judy Hopps, Zootopia

Both blonde, crazy, gentle, funny (yes I’m giving myself way too much credit but just let me be here), blue eyes… and with a canadian baby boy called Noah — mine still in the womb but still — Do you guys think I can get myself a Michael Buble? And by A Michael Buble I mean THE Michael Buble… I mean, I have my own kind and charming boyfriend, but he never sang to me and said I’m an angel… Usually I’m not cheesy, but I had his album on repeat the whole day and we can blame it on my hormones… a girl can dream, right? Or is it a completely wrong idea? Thoughts? I’m calling all the taken girls out there, which of you can swear they never fantasized with a guy like him? Then again I’m in love with their love story, and the way he loves and idolizes her.. 

Sleepy Speedy

Pietro Maximoff x Avenger!Reader

Summary: 5 times Pietro sleeps against you and 1 time you sleep against him. (Based off this post from @scribblecrumbs)
Genre: Romance/fluff
Rating: T
Warnings: Swearings
2,459 words

Notes: FINALLY HERE!!! My first Pietro one-shot! It took me ages with my writer’s block and it’s not my best but I was dying to post something so…here it goes! I apologize if Speedy sounds a bit ooc, tho. :( The end is shitty and all mistakes are mine since I didn’t proof read it. Warn me if you find anything! I’ll re-open the requests soon, prOMISE. MEANWHILE…ENJOY IT! <3

The first time it happens, you’re all on the way back home after a impromptu mission in the Asia. 

The quinjet is lit by only a few dim lights as the silence filled the space, the whole team way too tired to think about keeping small talk. 

Nobody thought that the mission would have that much of action when Maria called out, warning for an unknown imminent threat in a small town somewhere in Asia. 

But arriving there, you got welcomed by an army of local rebels adding up a few drug dealers. 

So yeah, you can’t blame the team for their beat up looks right now. Not when you’re feeling beaten up yourself. 

Steve, Bucky and Natasha are sitting  side by side, the two super soldiers looking remotely okay as they whisper to each other occasionally with Nat’s legs loosely thrown over their thighs, her split lip swollen and slightly covered in dried blood. 

Vision, the only only who isn’t affected at all, is sitting a little more ahead and next to Sam, who’s piloting the quinjet after Natasha scolded him saying he'd have to be a real pilot at least once. 

Wanda is right beside you, her head resting against the jet’s wall as she let out short sighs, probably resting her tired mind from her powers. 

And then there’s Pietro. 

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anonymous asked:

sfbfgnbn if it's not too much trouble could you give tips on how to make good apparel mixes? all of yours are really pretty and I don't know how you do it?? ;u;

oof thank you but i don’t know if i’m the right person to ask, i have troubles dressing a dragon with different apparel colors and making myself like it. if i have a red dragon and put apparel on for a character and it’s just..a bunch of mismatchy colors (like blue stuff brown stuff green stuff all that), no matter how fitting it is for the character i’ll probably dislike it

so i often stick with red/brown/black apparel for my lair. like erie, 

i was kinda stuck with him for a little bit. i started with the reds (roses, scarlet wool) and just built from there. well what matches his secondary? how about the snake and scarf. then he needs something a little different not really found in his color scheme, so i went with black/gray because all together they look pretty good (imo)

figuring out colors beforehand helps me a lot. do i want this dragon to have purple/blue/red/etc.? well what matches their colors and what would stick out but not enough to be jarring. idk.

i tried helping but i myself just kinda wing it ; >; 

The Make-up Artist

Hello everyone! This is a Tom X OFC fanfiction where she’s a make-up artist working on Ragnarok. This one is incredibly smutty so no children allowed (but when are they ever?) NSFW! Enjoy and thank you for reading!
P.S. I’m also working on a multichapter Loki fic now that I have some extra time on my hands! Yay!!!
Tags: britishmenaredestroyingmylife
I looked up from my table to see Kenneth walking towards me with Tom Hiddleston under his shoulder. I stood up straight, like a soldier ready for battle. I smiled and held my brushes behind my back.
“Yes sir?”
“See, she’s so polite.” Kenneth laughed and Tom smiled. Tom wasn’t in his Loki gear just yet, I had to apply his wig and make up before any of that could happen. “I actually found her on youtube, can you believe that? Most talented make up artist I’ve seen in a very long time.”
“You’re too kind, Kenneth.” I blushed and he patted Tom’s back. “Please, sit.” Tom nodded and sat down. “How much time do I have?”
“You have about three hours.”
“Oh, that’s plenty of time.” I shrugged and he chuckled. He saluted goodbye and left the trailer. I could literally feel my heart about to beat out of my chest. Unlike my sisters, I had always liked Tom better than Chris. They never understood it. They thought he was lanky and awkward while Chris was pure muscle with great blue eyes. But I wouldn’t ever act on my feelings, hell no.
“So you got your start on youtube?” He asked and I nodded as I brushed back his hair.
“Yes! I have almost three million subscribers, actually. I was very excited when I learned I would be working on Ragnarok.”
“You’re a fan?” He asked and I nodded eagerly.
“The Thor franchise is my favorite of the cinematic universe and comic universe. I also got to travel to Iceland which is always a plus.” I explained and he chuckled. I ran my fingers through his hair and bit my cheek. I grabbed the wig and placed his luscious locks inside of the flesh colored cap. Next was the long process of putting on his wig. “Are you comfortable?”
“Of course.” He smiled warmly and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach. “So, tell me about yourself Ivy.”
“Well, other than the youtube channel? I’m from Massachusetts, more specifically Salem.”
“So…you’re a witch?” He asked cheekily and I grinned.
“Be careful, Tom. You never know and I’ll never tell.” He laughed and I mentally gave myself a pat on the back. “I actually started doing make up for the women in town who dressed up as witches for the tourists and especially during halloween. I started experimenting and here I am.”
“Impressive.” He commented. “I could never imagine you as a witch though, you’re far too beautiful.”
“Holy fucking shit.” I thought.
“Charmer.” I smirked nonchalantly even though I could feel my inner fangirl just twirling inside of me.
“So you’re from Massachusetts-”
“Never met Chris Evans.” I chuckled and he laughed.
“Well, that answers my question then. Full name?”
“Ivy Vakarian.” I replied and he nodded.
“Such a lovely name for a lovely witch.” He replied and I laughed almost nervously.
We continued quizzing each other until the wig was finally on for good. He was incredibly charming and I was making him laugh almost to the point of crying. He commented many times how he could tell why so many people subscribed to me. I tried to convince myself that he wasn’t flirting with me, he was far too…famous? Wow, that was a stupid reason. After some makeup added to his porcelain skin, he shook my hand then left the trailer. My breath left my body in a wave and I sat down in the chair that was still warm from his heat.
This was going to be an interesting job.
I turned from the craft table to see Tom running towards me, finally out of his Loki costume.
“Hello Tom!” I smiled back as I stirred some milk into my coffee. “You did great out there!” It had been about a month into filming and I had finally gotten brave enough to venture out of the trailer to see the action. Tom was even better to watch live than on the big screen. You could tell just how involved and passionate he was. It was intoxicating.
“Thank you, and of course I couldn’t have done it without you.” He smiled. I sipped on my coffee and we walked through the set. I looked down and saw Loki’s helmet and smirked to myself.
“Would I get in trouble?” I asked and he laughed.
“I’ll cover you.” I handed him my togo cup and placed the helmet on my head. It tilted to the side and covered part of my face and looked up at him. He threw his head back and roared with laughter and I couldn’t help myself but laugh either. If Tom wasn’t wearing it, then everyone else would look ridiculous. “I’m-I’m so sorry!” He wheezed and I scrunched my nose at him.
“Yeah, yeah! Laugh it up, fuzzball.” I took it off and placed it back on the table before anyone could say anything.
“Oh! I meant to ask you something! I heard that you’ve never seen Heat?”
“Who told you that? One of your secret squirrels? Namely Hemsworth?” I replied and he put his arms around my shoulders. He played a bit with my lavender hair and I could feel the flush coming into my cheeks.
“Maybe. But you should come to my hotel room and watch it with me. You in?” I was shocked at the invitation and I think he could tell at that point.
“Oh, I don’t know.” I murmured and he tilted his head at me with puppy eyes.
“I’ve got booze.” I laughed at his sing song voice and then nodded.
“Alright, you’re in. What time?”
“Just come by around…7?”
“Sounds good to me.”
I ran around my hotel room and searched for something to wear. I already had my hair and make up done but still had nothing to wear.
“Just chill out! It’s not a date!” I almost yelled to myself. I grabbed some skinny jeans off of my cluttered floor and threw on a floral print tank top before I could second guess myself yet again. I grabbed my key card and closed the door before I hurried to the stairs because of my irrational yet rational fear of elevators. I knocked on his door and Tom opened with a smile and that blue t-shirt that tumblr had glorified for me.
“So glad you came! You look fantastic!” He complimented and I smiled up at him.
“Where’s the booze?” I asked as I walked in. His room was already better than mine with a bed that literally looked like a cloud, a TV, and even a damn hot tub. Maybe I chose the wrong profession?
“Right over here, darling. What would you like?”
“Some whiskey on the rocks.” I shrugged and sat down on his bed. His eyebrows lifted and eyes widened, then chuckled and nodded.
“My kind of woman.” He poured two glasses and I thanked him.
“So, what’s so great about this movie?”
“Oh, you’ll see. Lights on or off?”
“Off, obviously.” I scoffed and he chuckled. I sat back against the mountains of pillows and moaned a little. “Damn, this bed is so comfy!”
“Ehe, yeah.” He breathed out and my brows furrowed.
“So, what’s so good about this movie?”
“You’ll see.” He replied and laid back against the pillows.
“Look, it doesn’t have Steve Buscemi in it. It can’t be that great.” I replied and he laughed. “I’m being serious!”
“If I ever meet Steve Buscemi, I’ll hand him your number.”
“If you do that I’ll do anything you ask me to.” I replied and he pressed play on the DVD menu.
“Don’t get too cheeky.”
“C'mon, did you really mean anything?” He pestered and I rolled my eyes.
“Yes, now shut up and let me watch the movie.” He smiled and focused back on the TV. I swore that several times I could feel his eyes on me, but I never looked at him. His hand brushed against my hand several times but I never brushed him back. Then, I felt his hand on my thigh and his arm around my shoulders and I could feel my heart stop. On instinct, I molded my body into his while we watched the movie. He was so comfortable and strong. It was like a rush to me.
But the movie ended too soon, and I was chicken shit.
“That was actually a really good movie.” I commented softly as the credits rolled.
“Told you.” He whispered in my ear and my skin erupted with goosebumps.
“I-um, I should go back to my room.” I told him and pulled away.
“So soon?” He asked, still sitting on the bed. I simply nodded and smiled awkwardly.
“We should do this again sometime. Thanks for the whiskey.” With that, I was out the door but I didn’t leave. I simply sighed and rested outside of the room while cursing myself. It was obvious that he was flirting with me and wanted me to stay, so why didn’t I stay.
Fuck it.
I knocked on the door, and it opened with lightning speed.
“Ivy, is something wrong?” I shifted my weight and could feel adrenaline rushing through me as I took shallow breaths.
“I-uh-” I leaned forward on my tip toes and crashed my lips into his. He moaned in surprised before pulling me into his room. He shut the door, then pinned me against it. His tongue raced into my mouth and stroked mine before making me chase it into his mouth. He pulled away with his harsh breaths mingling with mine.
“Is this what you want?” He panted.
“Hell yes.” I replied and he picked me up before sitting on his bed and letting me straddle him. I felt the stubble along his jaw. I could feel his hardness growing in through his jeans and I rubbed my mound against him. He hissed and tightened his grip on me. We continued this writhing dance until we were panting against one another. He grabbed the edge of my tank top and threw it over my head. He bit down on my neck and my nails dug into his back.
“Every time I’m in that trailer, I think about pulling you onto my lap and making the trailer rock.” He whispered into my ear and squeezed my breasts through my black bra. I whimpered against him and he chuckled sadistically.
“Maybe some other time.”
“Touché.” I retorted and he undid the button of my jeans. I maneuvered so that they could come off and he breathed out harshly, seemingly trying to regain some sense of composure. I pulled at the soft fabric of his shirt and he took the hint, taking off his shirt and throwing it to the side.
I marveled at the adonis in front of me. I ran my fingernails delicately down his toned chest and he groaned softly. If only my sisters could see what I was seeing and feeling right now. They would throw Chris away in their minds.
He suddenly laid back and I tilted my head at him, sitting up straight and resting my hands near his happy trail.
“Come here.” He crooned and my cheeks and chest flushed even more. He gripped my hips and helped me up along his chest and towards his face. I looked down at him and his eyes were almost black with lust. He pushed my panties to the side to see my bare center right above him. I could feel his breath on my wet flesh and bit my lip. He leaned his head up, his eyes locked with mine, before his tongue flicked out against my clit. I let loose a tiny whimper and tensed. He sucked my bud into his mouth with lewd noises sounding throughout the room and I cried out. He groaned against me and licked up both sides of my labia before returning to my clit and circling it.
“You’re so sweet, darling.”
I couldn’t even form words. There was no doubt in my mind now why he was cast as the silver tongued trickster. The man was gifted probably by the Norse Gods themselves to pleasure women.
His fingers trailed down my back, in between my cheeks, and towards my center. He teethed at my clit at the same time two fingers entered me and curled around inside of me. I bucked my hips against his face. His fingers moved in and out of me and he moved his head up a little higher and lavished me with a harder suck.
“Right there!” I cried out unexpectedly. His other hand reached up to grab mine and moved it to my right breast. My hips moved to their own accord as he licked, sucked, and fingered me all at once. It was so overwhelming and I thought that there was no way that I could get any higher.
But with only a few more moments, I could. I threw my head back and clawed at his hand and tightened the hand that I had in his hair as my mouth dropped open and gasped for breath. He growled against me as he drank me down like I was his last meal. I panted and tried to work through the haze that my brain was in. I could feel myself moving down his chest and him kissing up my stomach. He pulled down the cups of my bra and sucked one nipple into his mouth. I reached down and unbuttoned his jeans impatiently. I kissed him with our teeth and tongues clashing. I pulled his pants down and saw that his happy trail led to a throbbing and extremely long erection that waited eagerly for me. He kicked off his jeans and tried to pull me under him but I pushed him back and stayed on top.
I reached behind me to stroke his cock and his jaw slacked and he stopped kissing me. I felt every ridge, every vein, and every pulse.
“Ivy, now.”
“Why rush?” I asked coyly and he groaned in impatience and pleasure. I giggled but decided that I needed him too badly as well. I hovered above him before I slid down on him. I whimpered and he groaned a little louder with his legs kicking only a little. I had never been filled that way before but it was delicious.
“Ride me, darling.” He instructed. I sat up and began to rock me hips slowly. I leaned back to take a hold of his thighs to look down at where we joined.
“Oh fuck” I moaned and rocked my hips a little faster. “Tom…fuck”
“Ivy…” His fingers dug into my hips as my hips stopped rocking and I began bouncing on top of him. My breasts teased him and almost spilled out of the cups but didn’t give him the satisfaction he wanted. He growled and sat up and I moaned in surprise and the sudden movement inside of me. He unclasped my bra and threw it behind him before he bent down to scrape his teeth against my nipple. I panted and rested my head against him. His nails scratched down my back as his other hand groped at my unattended breast. He looked at me before flipping us over so that I was underneath him.
He mimicked me: panting, sweating, with a primal need growing inside of him. He hooked his arms underneath my knees and began to pound into me with my clit rubbing up against him. My cries grew louder and I wasn’t even concerned about other guests hearing us. He groaned against me and nipped against my jaw.
“You feel so fucking perfect.” My eyebrows knitted together but I continued to keep eye contact with him.
“You’re the one that feels perfect. Please don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, darling. Ah, please…please come now.” The coil within my core finally released and warmth spread throughout my body. My nails dug into his toned arms as I tightened around him. He pulled my legs up higher and bucked into my body with a punishing rhythm. My body shook with multiples and I felt warmth coating my inner walls as he groaned with his eyes closed and mouth open.
Tom collapsed on top of me and I felt like a rag doll. I couldn’t even make a coherent thought. All I knew was that I had just had mind blowing sex. I believed that Tom was in the same state as I was.
His tongue flicked out and tasted the sweat on my skin and I giggled. He leaned over me and gave me a kiss before pulling out of me. He helped me lay back against the pillows as our breathing returned to normal. His leg was between mine as I laid my head against his shoulder. His fingers absentmindedly ran up and down my arm and he chuckled lightly.
“Well, I believe we should have movie night more often.” I laughed and ran my nails across his chest.
“I believe you also said something about rocking my makeup trailer.”
“A promise I intend to keep, darling.”

anonymous asked:

Imagine Bucky is Steve's soulmate in an AU where you only see color when you meet your soulmate. However, both of them are still missing some colors, so they know they're still missing their other someone (or someones!).

They first meet in an alley behind the drug store after Bucky chases off the McCullough crew. Bucky’s a little concerned that the kid’s concussed because the little punk is sitting staring at his blood-spattered shirt and giggling wildly. Steve’s got red, although neither of them realize the significance or even exactly what’s happening - Bucky just thinks the kid’s eyes are weird - until they limp out of the alley and Bucky looks up at the sky and realizes blue.

They don’t know what to do with this information; color transference is an adults-only, whispered conversation; there’s more rumors and misinformation than they can poke a stick at. Still, they make their own way: Steve shyly finds blue things to give Bucky, and Bucky fills his pockets with red things for Steve.

Bucky hoards his money and works his contacts until he can find someone old enough who’s willing to source him three staggeringly-expensive black market colored pencils.

“Holy cow,” Steve whispers, eyes huge. He starts shading immediately; the red, blue, and yellow; then he starts layering them, making colors in front of Bucky’s eyes, and it’s the most obscenely entrancing thing he’s ever seen.

“Which can you see?” Bucky asks. Steve reverently brushes his fingers across the paper.

“All these. You gave me this.” He touches the variations of red, then points further along. “But I don’t think this bit should be gray.”

“It’s dull for me too. Maybe it’s supposed to be like that.” Bucky shrugs. “If you can’t see it either, then I’m not missin’ out on anything, right?”


Steve can still see red after Bucky falls from the train, and that feels like a cruel joke and a betrayal all at once.


One of the biggest shocks of the 21st century is the man-made color production. Film is in color, billboards are in color, and Steve spends hours researching, wrapping his head around the culture clashes of the 60s and 70s as the technology was fiercely contested across the country.

The first time Steve goes running in the morning, he notes the guy in the dull shirt running towards him and they greet with a breathless, “Mornin.’” Steve glances back and stumbles into a dead, shocked stop, choking and crying. He wants so desperately to be able to tell Bucky: the color they were missing was purple, and it’s beautiful.

It’s Sam who approaches him the next morning, cautious but open. “I mean, man, it never has to mean a damn thing, and we never have to do anything with it, but I think you gave me blue and thank you for the sky. My god.”

Purple is still laced with too much pain, but Steve can grin and be pleased for Sam.

“Can I buy you breakfast?” Sam asks.

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Magnus was seated on it, his son Max, a three-year-old warlock with navy-blue skin, curled up against his side. Also on the blanket was a five-year-old boy, this one a Shadowhunter, with tangled black hair, who reached for a book Magnus held out to him and gave the warlock a shy smile. […]
“What’s wrong, Alec?” Clary asked, taking a step toward him. “Why are you in here and not with the rest of the party?”
“My mother told me the Consul might drop by,” he said darkly.
Clary stared. “And?” she said. It wasn’t as if Alec was a wanted criminal.
“You know about Rafe, right?” he said. “I mean, all the details?”
Clary hesitated. A few months previously, Alec had been sent to Buenos Aires to follow up on a set of vampire attacks. While there, he had come across a five-year-old Shadowhunter boy, a survivor of the decimation of the Buenos Aires Institute during the Dark War. He and Magnus had Portaled back and forth from Argentina over and over, telling no one what they were doing, until one day they appeared in New York with a skinny, wide-eyed little boy and announced that they were adopting him. He would be their son, and Max’s brother.
They named him Rafael Santiago Lightwood.
“When I found Rafe, he was living on the street, starving,” Alec said. “Stealing food from mundanes, having nightmares because he had the Sight and could see monsters.” He bit his lip. “The thing is, they let us adopt Max because Max is a Downworlder. Nobody wanted him. Nobody cared. But Rafe is a Shadowhunter and Magnus - isn’t. I don’t know how the Council will feel about a Downworlder parenting a Nephilim kid, especially when they’re desperate for new Shadowhunters.”
“Alec,” Clary said firmly. “They won’t take Rafe away from you. We won’t let them.”
“I won’t let them,” said Alec. “I’d kill them all first. But that would be awkward and ruin the party.”
Clary had a brief but vivid mental image of Alec shooting at the party guests with his bow and arrow while Magnus took them out with magical fire. She sighed. “Do you have any reason to think they’ll take Rafe? Has there been any sign, any complaint from the Council?”
Alec shook his head. […]
“I’m not going to say you’re wrong,” Clary said. “But can I suggest something?”
“Is it poisoning the punch?” Alec asked with worrisome eagerness.
“No,” Clary said. […]
“You’re really worried because having a kid is a big deal, and this was sudden,” said Clary. “But Max was sudden too. And you and Magnus are terrific parents. You love each other so much, and that just makes for more love that you have to give. You should never worry that you don’t have plenty of love for as many kids as you would ever want to have.”
Alec’s eyes glittered for a moment, bright blue under coal-black lashes. He stood up and came over to where Clary was standing by the door. “Wise girl,” he said.
“You didn’t always think I was wise.”
“No, I thought you were a pest, but I know better now.” He dropped a kiss on top of her head and went out the door, still carrying his tulip.
“Throw that out before you get back to the music room!” Clary called after him, imagining Isabelle laid out on the floor with hives.
—  Cassandra Clare - A Long Conversation (The Mortal Instruments…Sort Of)

pureirishnonsense  asked:

Your art looks really stellar, and I adore your design ideas! I was wondering if you had a guide or advice for your colouring style, since it is a really strong look!

sorry for the wait, I always have a hard time putting that kind of advice into words because I never think so much about what I learn and then put in practice >w>
I can only give you basic tips, like using colors that complement themselves in more ways than once, for example a dusty blue with a bright orange for max contrast. Always take a second to look at your drawing from a distance to see if everything works well on a basic level, that goes at any stage of your creation. Try not to make a garish color too omnipresent unless your intention is to do something gaudy ? I guess that’s more of a character design thing though, you can totally justify doing that on a purely graphic stand point.
uuuh by all mean keep asking me these questions I might come up with more stuff.

ravashine14  asked:

Mmh...~ *leans back against him and sighs softly* Awh sweetie, I'm no angel. I'm flattered you think so, but... I'm too paranoid and untrusting for that, though it's not without reason. But if anything, I am the lucky one. Lucky to have you. You're my big, sweet, handsome, protector, and I love you with all my heart.~ *turns my head to place a soft kiss on his skull*

*he sighs happily and squeezes you softly* nah kitten, you’re definitely an angel. dunno how i woulda made it without ya. *he presses a kiss to your jaw* i’m glad ya feel lucky to have me around, sweetheart. all i’ve ever been good at is protectin’ so i’m glad at least i can make ya feel safe. i love ya too sweetheart, so so much. *he blushes a bright blue when you kiss his skull* i’ll never get used to ya lovin’ on me like that. it’s so nice. *he presses a kiss to your lips* ya sure, ya didn’t fall from heaven doll?