#they were sooooo boyfriends in this sketch

[smoshpvnk]

*✧･ﾟ☕️ *✧･ﾟ

[julymarte]

A quick sketch i made to go with a few notes i took last night to finally give answer to a question that i got asked ages ago but never replied, this is meant to be a scene that's not relevant to the plot and if i were to draw the comic that would be left off screen so see this as a lil extra but i'll leave you the notes under the cut with a couple useful links for context

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Before you read know that i'm not a good writer, this is not meant to be a fanfiction or anything, it's just a dialogue transcript with some descriptive aid for future me in case i decide to draw it one day, that being said i apologize for the typos gyhjuk enjoy

Scene: serene atmosphere the two are still in bed, Uri resting his head on the back of his hand looks at Pravaal in a tender yet confused way

U: pravaal can I ask you something?

P:mhm~

U: I admitted to you and to myself that I could not move on…but you, you seemed pretty convinced when you said you were over me… Then why this?

P: this what? ( Attention piqued, raises an eye row)

U: y- you know, 'sleeping' with me, I…I know I started it but- did you just take advantage of the moment or do you actually care?

P: my wow, you think so lowly of me? Sighs I do care, I did move on better than you sure, and I was plenty mad at you ad well but….

U: but?

P: I've had several girlfriends and boyfriend after the "alley accident "but none lit the spark quite as you, I liked to tease you but to me it was over especially after how it ended, but I would be a fool if I said I didn't feel anything anymore….so the idea of a second chance at us…(moves Uri's hair from his face with a soft but serious look) we hurt each other in the past, it's a risk, but I want to believe in this

U: (blushing when the fish moves his hair away) I see-

P: (cringe but accurate word, glomps him in a playful way like idk puppies playing with each other future me will understand) not to mention I like this new dynamic going on, prince charming was good sure but the blushy panicked faces you make when you are not in control are sooooo much better

U: gfhfdh STOP IT (blushy panicked face trying to fight off the tickles)

P: ( forehead kith) cute~ (serious again) I want this to work Uri, I'm serious….but I don't want to just be your "mistress"…you have to make a choice there's no going back now

U:( serious too atmosphere change from warm and soft to cold, future me will understand like when a cloud passes by the sun) * deep breath, sits straight* I don't know how Kenah is going to take this…I love you both I…I need to think…

P: (ruffles the pensive Uri's head) take your time (leaves)

U:*sighs and looks outside the window thoughtful*

Uri will later decide to confront Kenah, his girlfriend, about it, he was ready to tell her everything but..well.she was concerned about other matters

[whimsicaldragonette]

ARC Review: Never Ever Getting Back Together by Sophie Gonzales

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Publication Date: November 29, 2022

Synopsis:

When their now famous ex-boyfriend asks them to participate in a teen reality show, two eighteen year old girls—one bent on revenge, the other open to rekindling romance—get tangled up in an unexpected twist when they fall for each other instead in Never Ever Getting Back Together by nationally and internationally-bestselling and Indie Next Pick author Sophie Gonzales. It’s been two years since Maya's ex-boyfriend cheated on her, and she still can’t escape him: his sister married the crown prince of a minor European country and he captured hearts as her charming younger brother. If the world only knew the real Jordy, the manipulative liar who broke Maya’s heart. Skye Kaplan was always cautious with her heart until Jordy said all the right things and earned her trust. Now his face is all over the media and Skye is still wondering why he stopped calling. When Maya and Skye are invited to star on the reality dating show Second-Chance Romance, they’re whisked away to a beautiful mansion—along with four more of Jordy’s exes— to compete for his affections while the whole world watches. Skye wonders if she and Jordy can recapture the spark she knows they had, but Maya has other plans: exposing Jordy and getting revenge. As they navigate the competition, Skye and Maya discover that their real happily ever after is nothing they could have scripted.

My Rating: ★★★★★

*My Review below the cut.

My Review:

This was super cute. It's funny - I don't watch reality TV, but I've really enjoyed a number of books that center around reality TV shows in the past few years. This one hit all the right notes for me.

I love love loved that it was two girls supposedly competing for a past boyfriend's heart who really try to take him down and fall in love along the way. They were great together. Their frank 'yes i dated this guy and this girl and this guy' coming out to one another was enjoyable because it was very much a "yes, I'm bi, what are you going to do about it?" and very matter-of-fact.

Jordy was the sleaziest sleazeball ever and his part was painful to watch but bearable because you just know that he'll get his comeuppance in the end. The 'enemies to lovers' thing was done well and believable. Maya and Skye were enjoyable and while it was frustrating to watch them at odds with each other over a misunderstanding created by sleazeball Jordy, it was very satisfying when they finally worked things out.

The other girls were very much not in focus for most of the book, so I don't feel like I have a very good sense of them beyond the barest sketch of personality, but they worked as background characters to better show Maya, Skye, and Jordy.

The way the show played out, and the way we could see Jordy manipulating everyone and pulling them all along was fascinating and kept my interest riveted. I listened to the audio and ended up finishing it in two sittings because I just couldn't stop listening.

The audiobook narrators did a great job bringing the characters to life. They made Maya and Skye sympathetic, though not without flaws, and made Jordy truly insufferable. They also did a good job making the other characters waver between sympathetic and self-interested.

I loved the way things played out. The misunderstandings and conflict and moment of realization and grand gesture. Not Jordy's "grand gesture" - his sucked. Maya's, though, was great. Also the ending was sooooo satisfying.

Thanks to NetGalley, Wednesday Books, and Macmillan Audio for providing an early copy for review.

[zimandturtles]

Random Conversations I can See Enid Getting Into (part 3)

( this is some free lore for the beans who seem to like me)

Dream: so...if your purpose is to protect all magic, why do you allow Error to roam free destroying worlds and my brother to slaughter millions... Yet you seem to despise me and Ink as if we hurt you...

Enid:...I don't hate you...only resent you... you didn't care for him like you should have...

Dream: Who?

Enid: You know who *pulls out a moon pendant*

Dream: Why do you like him so much yet “resent” me just for leaving him alone

Enid: Thats why, I'll let you in on a little secret when someone says things like “I'm Fine” or “It's nothing” they are lying...I saw only one instance of those beasts hurting him, and where were you? Eating out of their hands rather than looking for him... I refuse to trust your loyalty to him, for mine is forged out of respect...

Dream: so...youre in love with him?

*shy Enid face*

Dream: your not the only one capable of sensing emotions Eternity...

💚✨💚✨💚✨💚✨💚✨💚✨💚✨💚✨💚✨💚✨💚✨💚

Ink: Sooooo, I know you hate me and all bu-

Enid: Hate is not the only word to describe my disgust for you...*angsty face*

Ink: With that being said! I made you this *Hands him a piece of paper*

Enid:*blushes intensely* WHAT IN THE REALMS IS THIS!?!?!?

Ink: it's your boyfriend, I thought you'd recognize the man you've been dating for for the last 500 years, or maybe your old age is getting the better of you wizard man...😂

Enid: I KNOW WHO IT IS INK *flips it around to flash it back in inks face* But *inhales angrily* Why is he FUCKING NUDE!!! 😡

Ink: calm down dude, it wasn't a live sketch I thought you're like it sheesh 😥

Enid: you better hope I don’t find out how you got ahold of such a realistic semblance of him or else I will slap you so fucking hard you’ll be halfway to Tartarus you insignificant souls excuse for a living creature and guardian*getting more evil and starts floating as the words come spilling out*

Ink: *Starts running* SHIT SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT SHIT!!!!

*meanwhile at nightmares place*

Nightmare: *looks around in confusing*Who the hell would be so foolish as to pisse of Eternity...eh probably Ink with something inappropriate...

[idkwhatursayinh]

다시 너를 (Once Again)

.—

“I’m flying back to Korea‘

“What...?“

“Its a once in a lifetime opportunity“

“What about me?“

“...“

Hurting words cut through the air, hitting right against your heartstrings. Your cheeks were stained with tears from crying,

It went on like that for a good month or so.

Until he finally left.

You were miserable after that, your only "companion" being the lazy jazz that played over the rusted gramophone and shot after shot of raw tequila burning down your throat.

For two years, here you sat on the chair of the bar every night, drinking and chipping your own heart away piece by piece.

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The lingering warmth of the sun shone delicately on your face as your eyes began to flutter open.

"Ah, i forgot to close the curtains last night"

You shuffled out of bed, Clad in nothing but a simple button-up and worn out sweatpants you had gotten four years ago. Today was Saturday, and you had no plans, so you decided to put on some music and finish off the impossible clay structure your professor had issued you to finish over the short two-day weekend, being an art major and having to put up with the unbelievable tantrums of your so called “free-spirited” art professor was hard. Really hard.

When you worked on your art, you were on a whole different level of self indulged, your mind would go completely blank, save for the ideas you’d have for the art piece, much like your ex boyfriend. He majored in music, and whenever he set his hands on the glossy keys of a birch wood piano, his mind was set free and he’d go completely blank in the head, fingers smoothly pressing down on the keys, he would play the most enchanting pieces, ones that would make your vision go fuzzy and sooth your mind. You used to like to think that this was one among the main reasons you had fallen for each other, when you met him during the time you had been asked to sketch a portrait of a pianist playing the piano. You had been buddied up with him, and you instantly clicked. You two had spent the entire evening that day talking while he played music and you sketched him on your art block, Enjoying the peaceful bond that had been developed between you two. Later that you two had went to a convenience store near your college for supper, as both of you were spent from the long day of posing and sketching, from there on you got to know him better, his personality, his friends. At one point he had told you about his raving air force addiction, mentioning the rows and rows of translucent drawers he had for storing them. But, not without a little liquid courage, of course.

A sudden buzz and the following sound of a familiar ringtone snapped you out of your memories, and you veered towards your phone, the caller being—Alas, the devil herself, it was your professor. You answered with the fakest voice you could muster up, not wanting to piss off your overly sensitive lecturer for the nth time.

“Hello Ms. Lila“ you said. 

“My favorite student y/n!“

That was a lie

“I’ve got an amazing opportunity for you!“

“Its a one way trip to Seoul Arts University in Korea!“

You blinked.

Once

Twice

“...“

“Are you just giving me this chance because your actual favorite student Chloe didn’t want it?“

“Nonsense, how absolutely unreasonable of you to think that“

“Sure“

“Sooooo..... will you take it?“

You thought for a moment, the memories of the argument between you and h/n flooding back into your brain. 

With the absence of an answer, your professor spoke up again.

“I would take it if I were you, the only reason that Chloe didn’t take it was because she couldn’t give up being with her boyfriend.“

“I think otherwise, you know. I feel like someone should put their studies in front of love, you’ve got your whole life to find a special someone, so why not use your youth when your still owning it to improve your skills and mindset, then when your ready, you can start looking for a significant other.“

that was the one time you had took her advice

“I’ll take it“

“Great! You leave at 10 a.m. next week Friday“

“SO SOON???“

and then she hung up

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You spent the remaining days you had packing anything and everything you had in your tiny apartment and handing in the months rent and the house keys to the landlord before thanking him for accommodating you for the past 6 years.

The day your department arrived, you were nervous, to say the least.

Almost millions of questions raced through your head

“would the koreans despise me?”

even though you had korean descendants....

“what if they made fun of my accent“

nonsense, you could speak korean dialect smoothly

your train of thoughts was interrupted by the lady announcing that your boarding gate had opened, so you followed suit.

Here it was, a new chapter to your life

you could only hope it wouldn’t bring you any hardships

but life always has other plans, whether you like it or not

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You had gotten yourself a part time job at a convenience store near your new university campus, it was the only way you could earn money to pay off the mile long worth of numbers that were printed on the page of the piece of paper you signed to the university when you arrived.

One particular day, however, you came across one of those ultimately drunk-off-their-ass rude customer, who stumbled his way to the cashier countertop while holding two full racks of beers. you eyed him suspiciously, anyone could tell he was greatly under korea's minimum drinking age, with the way he was dressed in a highschool uniform to the way he looked like he would black out with just another swig of alcohol.

"ID card please"

"i don't have it on me right now"

"sorry sir, but i can't let you out of this store with those without knowing your age first"

"i'm 23"

"i still need to check, please sir"

you were not the least bit phased, if the cameras had caught you selling alcohol to a high schooler, you could kiss your only way of securing a dorm at the overcharged university goodbye.

there was a long line behind the boy, and people were starting to get pissed at both him and you.

"look, lady, all i need is just for you to let me pay for these so i can get out and you can pretend you'll never see me again, got it? so please, just let me pay."

"im sorry, i can't-"

"you brat"

the boy raised his hand, eyes silently threatening to slap you across the face

and boy, believe me, that he did.

well, at least, until a hand came and stopped him.

a deep monotone voice spoke up.

"please be respectful sir"

you looked up

he looks familiar

...

oh

its him

h/n

he looked at you

and you swear you saw his pupils widen

his voice softened, but with the same sternness, he spoke again:

"please leave if you can't give the cashier your ID card."

the boy, not wanting anymore trouble, shot glares at the both of you and left while a string of profanities fell from his mouth.

h/n looked back at you for a couple more seconds, and left too

your mind clouded with thoughts about him as you tended to the last few customers before closing up the store

Does he have a new girlfriend?

i hope she treated him well

How's he doing in his music major?

you're sure he was better than ever in that

Oh he looked as handsome as the day he left, maybe even better, he had outgrown messy hair, and judging by what he wore, he probably had just cane out of his apartment

did he want to buy something but couldn't bear the embarrassment of seeing you so he left instead?

you pushed the thoughts to the back of your head as you felt the gush of natural wind hit your face and the bells jingled as you pushed the glass door open.

You started fumbling with the locks and keys in your pocket quickly so you could get home and have a good nights sleep, but not failing to notice h/n standing near the shop with his back against the wall.

Was he waiting for you?

you began to feel nervous and anxious, excited, maybe, for the man you used to love and hadn't seen in over two years had just so coincidentally appeared on your night shift in a convenience store on an unsuspecting Thursday night. Some people might even call this fate.

you trudged along the path, you could feel his eyes on you.

Was he just staring?

is he going to talk to me?

if not, why is he still here?

"y/n" He finally spoke.

You whipped your head around to face him

"....yes?" you answered.

there it is

there is was

that smile

that god

damned

smile

"Fancy seeing you here" he chuckled

You smiled back, you couldn't hide the little part of you that was relieved for seeing him again after so many years.

After a moment of staring into his eyes, like you've always done when you were still together, you broke the silence

"Would you like to come over?"

"Of course"

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You fetched two wine glasses you stole from random diners, and a bottle of rose you had been gifted on your birthday.

setting the glasses on the table, you took a seat next to h/n and poured yourself and him a glass.

"How have you been?"

"mmm...fine"

"I'm sorry"

Confused, you look up at him

"what do y-"

"I'm sorry for just leaving without talking to you about it, i was under a lot of pressure"

The temperature started to rise, and you felt beads of sweat starting to form and slide down the nape of your neck

Maybe it was the liquor, or maybe it was all the pent up anger you had against him.

not letting your guard down, you asked:

"what kind of pressure?"

"it was my parents, some from my friends"

"That's not an excuse"

noticing the sudden change in demeanor, h/n softened his gaze.

"If you had been put under all that pressure, why didn't you come out to seek advice from me? Did i mean so little to you that you didn't even bother to ask me for help? Did you completely forget the first rule of being in a relationship was to be honest and tell each other about our worries so we could figure them out together?"

tears began prickling in your eyes

h/n's heart broke into pieces seeing you like this

"You should have known that the two years after you left i've been miserable, every day i contemplated if i had done anything wrong to have you leave me like that, it was just all so sudden, you suddenly just told me you would be leaving one day, everything was perfectly fine before that."

You began babbling all the pent up sadness while tears streamed freely down your eyes, but he cut you off by wrapping his long arms around you, a familiar warmth embracing you.

"But im here now"

"i promise i won't leave you again"

"i promise"

you put your hands around his neck and you snuggled into his chest, his musky scent never changing since three years ago until now, it gave you a sense of security, like he would always hug you when you stressed out over unfinished assignments the day before they were due.

"i trust you"

"be my girlfriend again?"

--------------------The End----------------------

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[thatpunkmaximoff]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 0 out of 5

What even… wow. Just wow. I’m beginning to see why people are hyping up this author. Her stories are sooooo good!

Not gonna lie, I tried playing detective and totally sucked at it. This storytelling keeps you thinking it’s one person, then another, and another! The mystery of it all keeps you turning page after page, and when you think you have it all figured out… trust me, you don’t.

Though I will admit I kind of called that thing that is made known in the epilogue. I fucking knew it!

Now here are my rambling thoughts…

* Yeah. How the fuck do you apply for a prison job where the ex you put behind bars is there for life.. ?

* Oohh. A past memory. A memory of Brooke’s childhood friend Tim loathing Brooke’s then boyfriend Shane. I wonder what happened there.

* Oh damn. Tim works at the school her son is attending. So something happened at that small party they were all at, Brooke ended up pregnant, and Tim ended up with scars? wtf happened?!

* And now she’s face to face with Shane in prison.

* So Shane tried to kill Brooke..? But he’s saying he didn’t do what she thinks he did..?

* Oh shit. He allegedly killed people? Does that mean the other two cheerleaders and the football player died? If Shane is saying he didn’t do it and Brooke momentarily questioned the events of that night… does that mean Tim… 👀

* They keep bringing up the dead girl Tracy… and then it’s mentioned that Tim went on a date with her 😬 But this is all so obvious. It can’t be Tim, right?

* Why does he seem so sketch tho? If he didn’t look into her file to get her number, then how did he end up with it?

* Man, what the hell happened between Tim and Shane to make them despise each other?

* I’m so confused. Tim seems like a creep who might’ve snapped and killed his peers before framing Shane, but Shane also seems manipulative. Who do I believe?!

* Wait, Officer Hunt went to school with them..? Does that mean he knows the connection between Shane and Brooke or is he really that clueless?

* Man, fuck Officer Hunt. Can someone please murder him?

* Is Tim really forgetful or did he buy the exact same necklace that “Shane” tried to strangle Brooke with..?

* Is it the same fucking necklace? wtf. Tim is looking more suspect as the story goes, but that’d be so obvious. I’m so confused.

* Oh shit. Another girl Tim dated has gone missing? And now he’s freaking out? What if it’s Hunt though? Trying to frame Tim..?

* The story doesn’t make sense! Brooke tripped on a third body that was either Shane or Tim, right? Shane says Tim knocked him unconscious with the bat, which would leave Tim to attack Brooke. But Tim says Shane stabbed him before Tim hit him with the bat. If that were the case and Shane was knocked out, that would still leave Tim the only one to attack Brooke..? Unless there was someone else in the house 🤔

* wtf Tim?! There’s a body in the basement and now Brooke is locked in!!!

* Oh fuck. It was Kelli in the tarp! And now Tim’s been arrested. But he says he didn’t do it. He seems confused as fuck. So is it Hunt..? That dude is a stalker and admitted to driving by Brooke’s house. Couldn’t have been keeping tabs on Tim and framed him like he framed Shane?

* Two months later…

* Holy shit. Shane is out of prison! And Tim is being tried for multiple murders now 😬

* Someone drove her car…? What..?

* Fuck. Hunt was found murdererer?! Who the fuck is at fault then?!

* Tim AND Shane!!!! What the fuck!!!! Did the author just Billy and Stu us?!

* “Margie” was in on it too?! Is this Shane’s mom? He just lied about her passing..?

* It is his mom! And fuck. Tim is totally innocent. Mother and son are crazy as fuck. But why..? Why did they do all that? Because they were poor?

* Ohh Brooke was the target all along. And Shane’s mom killed Brooke’s parents too? What the actual fuck.

* Well… Shane’s ending was very anticlimactic. Although I have a feeling something fishy is going on. The Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it, Josh 👀

* Holy shit… that ending 😳

[ducknotinarow]

Raphael: How can you put up with someone so very vain? Yvonne cares for no one but her herself; she only likes you because you hold benefit to her - you saw her true colours, when she insulted you and your entire family because she couldn’t control her anger. Why oh why would you ever feel anything towards someone like that? Just because she has trash taste doesn’t mean you have to have trash taste in return.

| Harass my muse

Call him a simple guy cause well he was and there wasn’t a thing wrong with that right? But nothing made the snapper happier than when he got to catch those glimpses of Yvonne doing her own thing. Look for many reasons it just made him happy to watch her enjoying herself rather that be when she was in the middle of sketching out outfit designs, or working in her shop. Which he dropped into for a little surprise visit hey that’s was the perk of being her boyfriend right? Getting to pop in and out when ever he had the chance. Thanks to Yvonne living in the Hidden City it had made him pretty versed in all the portals in the surface that took him back here and even which one lead closest to her shop, so the visits were very often. Hey he was still being good and training and such buuuut part of being in a relationship was also making sure you spent plenty of time together. Like once a day least that how it was for Raph and Yvonne. An she had made a visit to the surface so clearly he owned one back not too long after she had just seen him.

But, seemed she was a tad tied up in the moment. Raph just offered a little wave of his hand her way so she could at least be made ware of the fact he was there. She had a few costumers lounging about inside the shop wandering and looking at some of her stuff. She was talking to one of them. Raph was curious if they were looking to buy or just look around? hmm maybe he could help?

YEAH! Excited at his own idea as he casually and flawless made his way over to the other yokai in the shop. And he only knocked over one rack of clothing, of course he was fast to scramble and pick it up offering a smile at the yokai he got the attention of. “Sooooo uh you findin’ things fine?” He offered as he set his hands to his hips. “If ya need help just ask me, I’m here lots so I can tell you what the best stuff is. Spoiler it’s everythin’” he beams a little “My gal has the greatest eye for fashion that way she got four of them!” Holding up one hand full as he then needed to hold up a finger from his other to have the total of four he needed to make his point. He was totally nailing this sale clearly! “But I’m sure it makes it overwhelming I mean she makes all the best things after all all her uh stitches are very uh threaded?” He shrugs his shoulders a bit okay it was clear he didn’t work here, reaching back to rub at his neck and smile sheepishly to the yokai “heh sorry I don’t know a thing bout clothes well I mean I know what clothes are but I ain’t got a clue bout style and such I’m just datin’ the owner and wanna help but I’m biased cause Von is the best! Oh and she is the best at making clothes and the other things too!” He added in still trying to give some help to his girl here.

How can you put up with someone so very vain? Yvonne cares for no one but her herself; she only likes you because you hold benefit to her - you saw her true colours, when she insulted you and your entire family because she couldn’t control her anger. Why oh why would you ever feel anything towards someone like that? Just because she has trash taste doesn’t mean you have to have trash taste in return.

Raph sort of just paused for a moment, blinking in silence as he needed to digest the words that had just come his way. “W-what?” He stuttered out a little okay some of that made sense to be brought up maybe but still a lot of that was pretty personal. Didn’t stop the turtle’s face from scrunching up in annoyance “She ain’t like that you dip” Raph snapped back with suddenly how dare they insult her like that. “There ain’t a thing wrong with her she ain’t vain sure she likes looking nice and gets upset when I drag her outta her home to get check up on till in her pj’s but to be fair she told me she was dying how else ami meant to react to that Yvonne!” Spending a second to look her way when he yelled, though on second glance Yvonne was there? Did she leave? He shook his head and looked back to the yokai. “And Yvonne don’t only care bout her self she cares so much that she got used by people who never ever should do that to yous. Family meant to be there for you not make you feel like some, some tool or resource of income!” Okay maybe he hadn’t voiced this out before but when he had learned the truth about Yvoone’s family well most of it. It hadn’t set right with him to hear how Yvonne was pretty much used by them. “An’ even after that she still care I see how she is with my bros she don’t gotta put up with ‘em but she dose! She tried to help Leo when he was dumb and she always trying to considerate to Don. She breaks her toaster once a week so he an fix it for her even just cause she knows how he is. She always lookin’ out or me too. Which..it’s nice having someone look out for me for a change of pace.” That spurt of fire dying a moment as he thought on the last part smiling to himself over it, balling up his hands into tightly bound fists now.

“Yvonne had ever’y right to be mad at us though she wasn’t herself she was angry and upset I only ever been like this I never lived a like pops did. Pop lost a lot when he got mixed up with mutants and what ever too. Yvonne ain’t no different.” After all Raph saw how often his dad couldn’t so much as bring himself to move off his chair sometimes only to look just so..down and beaten. Squeezing his eyes shut tightly he needed to shake some thoughts trying to creep into his mind it wasn’t the time to focus on that right now he was defending his girl.

"Yvonne may have trash taste when it comes to me but I eat litteraly everything I can and I got no idea what style is always gotta have my bros check my looks. But I know this Yvonne is the most amazing thing to ever happen to me! Gor once I got someone looking put for my back. She dose her best to keep be grounded when I fly off the handle and she's always in my corner....and it's nice. Even when things feel too much she holds my hand and pats my head and let's me set my head on her shoulder even." His voice slowly drips from rage in to softer reflection. "I don't know where I'd be with out her."

Gritting his teeth a bit " Yvonne is to classy a lady for you to see what makes her so great. She tries to get into things I like, she looks out for and after my brothers, she adorable and lottle bashful which is even more adorable despite the fact she has way more experience than I do and yeah that intimidates me a lot! But she's patient with me and and." He's having trouble talking as angers building again lifting an arm up only to slam it hard against the counter space beside him. And though it stung a little some other sounds didn't make sense? Some glass fell and shattered but there was only clothing there? Green eyes forced themself open as Raph found himself in the living room he had passed out at the coffee talbe...well the now broken coffee table well break anything that was on it. Lost in his daze as he looked around where was everyone else? Bed maybe? He went to rub at his eye catch sight if the red fabric in his hand. Turning it over eyeing the fabric was now shredded up into strips of fabric. He was working on something for Yvoone, was that why he had that dream?

...he didn't think about her right? Dream can just be dreams after all? Shaking his head. No he defended her it was doubt fuilds affecting him that's all. Why would Yvoone say yes after all?

[matchsumu]

pretty

the moment you realize you’re in love with him

description: you're studying in your boyfriends bedroom and you realize how much you truly care for him

pairing: akaashi x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

a/n: let’s pretend that japanese architecture includes bay windows 

Spring was beginning to take over Tokyo’s domain and along with the flora, your relationship with Akaashi Keiji was blossoming into something beautiful.

It was a Saturday afternoon and you and your boyfriend were studying together in his bedroom. This was by no means your first time there, but every time you walked in you couldn't help but admire how neat it was. His bed was always made, dirty laundry hidden away in a basket, and even the posters on his walls were pressed flat and crisp.

But your favorite part of Akaashi’s bedroom was the bay window that the two of you were currently lounging under. It didn't matter the time of day, sunlight always streamed through and filled the space with golden rays of warmth. 

You were huddled on the ledge with your history textbook in your lap, trying your very best to focus on your reading but your eyes kept drifting upwards at your boyfriend. 

His dark curls were arranged messily atop of his head, which was a tell tale sign he wasn’t getting enough sleep. Practice had been running a bit later than normal the past few days. Bokuto wanted to work on his cross-court shots and Akaashi could never say no to his excitable best friend, and by default you stayed late as well. 

Today was the first day off the two of you had in a while. So here you were, spending time with your lovely boyfriend, basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun.

Apparently Akaashi had noticed the lack of focus you had on your reading. “Y/n, focus on your homework, not me,” he said straight-faced but with a playful glint in his eyes.

“Keijiiiii,” you teased, “I can’t help it. You're just sooooo pretty.”

It was his turn to badger you. “Yeah, yeah so is page 185.”

You snorted, but went back to your textbook.

You liked studying with Akaashi. In fact, most of your dates were study dates since you both were so busy with volleyball club, the only alone time the two of you got to spend together was while doing your homework. 

It was so serene. You sat quietly in the silence, just enjoying each others company. The windows were cracked open, which granted bird songs to be carried in along with the gentle breeze that tickled the underside of your chin and ruffled the pages of your textbook.

You had almost finished the chapter when Akaashi tugged on your sleeve and pushed his spiral notebook towards you.

It was a drawing of you, just a simple sketch but unmistakably you. Down to the furrow of your brow to the striped socks you were wearing, every detail was there. 

“I just wanted to show you that you’re pretty too,” he mumbled shyly. 

You looked up to meet his eyes and blue suddenly became your favorite color in the world. Sunlight streamed through the bay window and illuminated his features. Akaashi Keiji was truly the most ethereal creature in the entire universe. Every curl, smile, eyelash- it was all perfect. 

Your chest tightened in that all too familiar way, and you realized: you were in love with him. 

You’ve only known him since your first year, but it felt as though you’ve never lived a day without him. You fell in love with the way he stirred his coffee, eyes tired and hair messy. The way that he sneezed, quietly but with his whole body. The way that his fingers traced your frame as the two of you drifted off into a lazy slumber.

You didn't even realize it, but you had fallen in love with Akaashi in everyway possible. 

Maybe you had known. You felt the way your heart would falter at the smallest things he did. When you were talking to him there was always something on the tip of your tongue that you wanted to say, but could never voice.

I love you, Keiji.

The words sounded perfect in your head, a euphony that you would never tire of hearing. You repeated them like a mantra.

“You’re a dork,” you teased but the flush of heat was evident on your cheeks, “thank you, Keiji. I really like it.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiled fondly while pushing your schoolwork aside and pulling you into an embrace underneath the blanket tossed over your laps.

I love you I love you I love you I love you.

Should you say it? He obviously cared deeply about you as well, but it didn't feel right in this moment. When would it feel right? Could you wait long enough for that day? No, you should keep it to yourself for now. Just a little secret for you have and contemplate at nights. 

You buried your face into the crook of his neck and he pressed a soft kiss onto your temple. 

I love you I love you I love you I love you.

It’ll stay a secret for now, but your heart fluttered at the prospect of the words. 

[stargazerdaisy]

SHIP HISTORY MEME

Embrace your past and get to know your friends’ fandom origins!

Rules: Post gifs of your fandoms / ships starting with your most current hyperfixation and work backwards. (Bonus points if you share any stories about how or when you got into that ship! But not necessary!!) Then tag anyone whose fandom history you’d like to learn about!

I was tagged by @hithelleth - Thank you!  

The Rookie - Lucy Chen x Tim Bradford

Since we’re going form most recent to oldest, I must start with an Honorable mention to Katie trying to brainwash me with Chenford.  This may end up being a new ship, if I watch the damn show, because right now I’m rather obsessed with these pretty idiots.

Star Wars - Rey x Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Technically this came before some of these others (i.e. when I watched The Last Jedi), but Reylo is one of my current hyperfixations.  This is a complicated, problematic at times ship, but oh how I love them, for their potential more than anything.  I’m also not heartbroken by the end of TROS, but I get an not-insignificant amount of joy at them being made canon (and I’m just laughing at the novelization trying to walk that back. Nice try, neeeever gonna happen.).

The Code - Maya Dobbins x John ‘Abe’ Abraham

There are no gifs for them as a couple, because they were never even hinted at being a ship in the show, but in a demonstration of my absolute susceptibility, @vesperass-anuna talked me into shipping them in about 4 minutes and 36 seconds and I have a whole AU sketched out with her and several started and not quite finished fics.  

Supergirl - Kara Danvers x Mon-El

I didn’t want to ship it, I didn’t like him at first, but he grew and changed, and seeing his devotion to Kara won me over.  And I won’t lie, knowing they fell in love in real life and got married and are now having a baby makes it even sweeter to me.  The key here was growth for both of them, and I think Season 3 really showed that.  I will always love Karamel, even though they’ve both moved on.

From Dusk Til Dawn - Seth Gecko x Kate Fuller

Yeah, I shipped them before I ever watched the stupid show.  That one is squarely on Evie.  She was megashipping them and got me to read fic (total, complete AUs) and I loved it all so much, that I had to watch the show.  It’s really not my type of show, and it was totally different than what I was expecting (how did I not know about the snake vampires?!?!?), but I ended up enjoying it sooooo much and shipping SethKate even harder.

and dammit, even though I’ve basically given up hope for a Season 4, they still have not ever officially said it was cancelled

Agents of SHIELD - Skye/Daisy Johnson x Grant Ward

SKYEWARD IS MY HEART AND SOUL AND THE REASON I AM HERE AND ACTIVE ON TUMBLR AND MADE SOME OF MY BEST FRIENDS.  These two.  THESE TWO TOTAL IDIOTS, HOW I LOVE THEM.  They are opposites in a lot of ways, but also have so much in common, and their chemistry is just magnificent.  If you look at a lot of my other ships, you’ll see a lot of common dynamics with this one.  I will never ever ever get over them, I will be in this trash can for the rest of my life, and I will never see anyone else as their soulmates*.  These two belong together and you can (and should) project that on my tombstone.

*That doesn’t mean I hate anyone else either of them have been paired with.  I truly don’t.  There’s a lot about the Lincoln x Daisy relationship that I quite appreciated, and I was once again sucked into a ship by Ves, so I ship the OT3 of Skye x Ward x Lincoln, but I will always ship Skyeward above anything else.

Doctor Who - The Doctor x Rose Tyler

Behold, the ship that brought me to fandom.  I really never sought out additional material beyond a tv show/movie before.  But after Season 2 ended so heartbreakingly (and I knew exactly how it ended before I watched), I needed more.  I couldn’t just let them go.  I was 29 years old and started searching for fanfic.  And started reading it voraciously.  That is what actually brought me to tumblr in the first place.  I had exhausted Pinterest, but could see that tumblr was the source of a lot of what I loved, so I started an account and began exploring.  I didn’t really understand how it worked, or even used it super often, but it taught me the framework of fandom, so when later ships crashed and burned hit me, I knew where to go and what to look for.  

(two gifs, because Nine and Ten)

Alias - Sydney Bristow x Michael Vaughn

THE SHIP I SHIPPED BEFORE THE TERM SHIP WAS COMMONLY USED.  I started watching this show back in high school, with my dad; missed a season when I didn’t have cable; got back into it when my boyfriend (now husband) bought me the DVDs for my birthday; and sucked in most of his roommates as we watched it together.  It was pivotal for me and I will forever be so thrilled these two made it.

And Last but oh so not least,

Anne of Green Gables - Anne Shirley x Gilbert Blythe

I was raised on watching the Anne of Green Gables and Anne of Avonlea miniseries’.  As in, I still have the VHS tapes that I watched as a gradeschooler AND the DVDs and can recite almost the entire scripts.  I. LOVE. THEM.  I’ve read the whole series of books multiple times and just keep praying that my kids will read and love them someday. 

And let me just tell you, revisiting them as an adult, steeped in fandom and shipping dynamics, I realized just how much I have a Type™ and how these two really were the foundation for all of that.  

Gosh, this was so fun!  Thank you again, Hith!

I tag: @firstdegreefangirl, @evieoh, @orlissa, @ttinycourageous, @aurorafiberarts, @agenthaywood, @estrangedtimelord, @in-the-moving-castle, @diamondsmash​

[monicaexol]

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~ Late Night Talks ~

Minseok (Xiumin)

Xiumin was sat comfortably on the sofa, his eyes set on the battle ensuing on the screen of his tv. Your home was warm, the scent of dinner still lingering in the midst of the furniture. A small yawn passes his lips, “I’m going to bed. You coming, babe?” His voice travels to you, your legs tucked under your body while you sat on the other side of the couch. You nod and send a soft smile, to which he leans and presses a kiss on your forehead. “Don’t take too long.” He tells you, knowing full well that recently you’d been staying up later than usual.

You sat by the window sill, a book sprawled in your lap. It was around 3am, but sleep still hadn’t found you. So when Xiumin awoke in the middle of the night, he found you with your head rested against the cold glass of the window. He lets out a sigh, breaking the deep silence of the house. You hadn’t noticed when he made his way towards you, but the gentle tug on your book brought your eyes to his.

That’s when he noticed it, the dullness of your skin, how hallow your eyes seemed and the sight of your hair feathered into a mess. Choosing not to speak, he sits beside you and offers his shoulder to rest on. When you do, he lifts his hand to pat your head, trying to lull you back to sleep. And seeing your eyelids fall shut, he smiles to himself in happiness. “Sleep well, Y/N.” He whispers into your hair.

Junmyeon (Suho)

“When will you be home?” Suho waits for a reply, his fingers tensing around his phone. The last time he had seen you was two weeks ago, after that you just never seemed to have time to meet him. “I’ll be there in around 10 minutes.” You reply with your phone tucked between your ear and shoulder, one hand grabbing your shoes to put on while the other holds your clutch purse.

But true to your word, you stood outside his warm home with a minute to spare. You ring the bell and hear it echo inside, then you see the handle shake meaning Suho had come. The night breeze brushes your shoulders, causing your hair to fall back. Your boyfriend opens the door, and is greeted with your soft smile and an army of stars in the sky behind you.

However he doesn’t seem to smile back, he gently takes hold of your hand in pulls you into his home. He furrows his eyebrows together, while tugging you into his bedroom. It was like his eyes were dancing over all of your features, his mouth gaping open to say something but nothing being said. “Y/N. You look so tired, honey.” His voice cuts the silence like a knife. He presses your shoulder till your body meets the mattress below. “Just sleep for now, please?” He cups your cheek and rubs his nose against yours. “I love you.”

Yixing (Lay)

“And it was sooooo funny because Hyung couldn’t stop laughing when - “ Yixing pauses and side glances at your face, your lips were curled up but you made no real reactions to his words. He lets out a small sigh, “Y/N.” Your feet kick a few pebbles on the ground, you can see sketches that children had made with chalk pass below your feet. You choose to look at the floor because the bright sunlight seemed to strong to handle.

Two fingers tilt your chin upwards, your face emerging from behind the falls of your hair. “There you are.” He chuckles while brushing his thumb along the top of your cheekbone. You squint your eyes to dull down the glare of the sun, but the way the light accentuated his features caused your jaw to slightly drop. His eyes flickered over your face, his soft hand ran from your cheekbone to cup your face, and soon his smile falls.

“Is everything okay?” You ask him, face inches away from his. Yixing shakes his head, “I never realised how tired you are. And I just kept going on about my stupid story.” Immediately you shake your head as if dismissing the thought from your own mind, he didn’t need to feel guilty for you. “Don’t worry about me.” You mumble, eyes skimming over the sketches on the ground. “Why wouldn’t I be? Now, let’s get you home so you can rest, okay honey?”

Baekhyun

You peek at the time on your phone, 11:25am. Your boyfriend would be here in about five minutes so that you could both leave for your brunch date. With your head tilted to the left, you scan the dress you wore, it was the one Baekhyun had bought for you as a birthday present last year. But your smile falls when your eyes meet your own in the mirror, you were happy, but the bags under your eyes said otherwise.

Worried about Baekhyun’s reaction, you begin quickly dabbing some concealer under your eyes in effort to hide your sleepless nights. Just as you were finished, the doorbell rang. You open in wide and are greeted with a bouquet being shoved literally into your face, “For you, my lady.” He says while laughing aloud. His laugh filled your entire home and you swore in that moment, that it was the only sound you’d want to hear for your entire life.

As you place the bouquet on your table, the sounds of his laugh fade away. You turn on your heels to meet the eyes of a more silent Baekhyun. “Are you okay?” Briskly, he walks towards you, a hand gently cupping your jaw. His eyes search your features as if thoroughly examining you. “That’s what I should be asking, Y/N.” You place your one hand on his, his eyes flicker down to see your gesture. “How about we stay home? Hmmm?” His low voice hushes your worries, you blink your tired eyes in agreement and watch a small smile play on his lips.

Jongdae (Chen)

You ring his doorbell and knock on the tall oak door twice. A minute passes and the door opens allowing the aroma of food to escape out of his house. His wide smile promptly brightens your day, your hair fits around the curves of your face and his hand reaches out to tuck some hair behind your ear. “Found you.” Your lips curl at his voice, the playfullness pulling at your heartstrings.

You follow him in where he leads you to his dining table, food presented the way it would be on a tv show. “You cooked this?” You ask, eyes inching wider at every dish that came into view. Jongdae lets out a laugh, “I wish. I had to order it, but I thought it would look better like this.” He moved quickly on his feet, “Try this, it’s delicious.” When you both sit down, you chooses to fill your plate with food that he swears ‘taste better than Kyungsoo’s cooking’. He side glances at your eyes and notices how deeply you yawned every few minutes.

After making sure you are as much as he could stuff you, he stands up. Then, taking your hand, he guides you back to his room and tugs you down to sit on the bed by him. “I’m tired. Let’s sleep for now.” He mumbles, falling onto his back on the mattress. You narrow your eyes, finding his sudden change of mood strange yet funny. “No you’re not.” You say as you begin tickling him. He laughs and you get him to promise to buy you chocolate otherwise you wouldn’t stop tickling, to which he finally agrees. A few breaths later, his hand trails to fold over yours. “I know I’m not tired, but you are, Y/N. I can see it in your eyes.”

Chanyeol

Little ripples form in your drink, you watch them grow wider until they disappear and smaller ones form from the centre. The bass of the music slams harshly against your eardrums. People yelling nonsensically and security guards screaming and drunkards to leave. All this noise, and you still found yourself weary and drowsy with sleep, yet your eyes couldn’t find sleep. He danced his way towards you, eyes taking in your appearance as it gradually got small when the distance between you both grew shorter.

You saw him look you up and down, was there something on your dress? Worried that perhaps you had mismatched your heels in a hurry that night, you quickly glance down at your feet, only to see that there was nothing wrong. The moment you lift your head, soft breaths fall against your forehead. Your boyfriend brings an arm around your shoulder and wordlessly guides you out of the club.

The clicks of your heels bluff away the strange silence that had settled in the night. You to your side, capturing the sight of his teeth biting his bottom lip. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He mumbles, the side of his mouth turned up teasingly. He never fails to make you laugh, “where are we even going, babe?” You ask, eyes running over his low cut shirt. “Home, you need sleep.” You tilt your head, earrings dangling against your shoulder. “I know you can’t dance, but you were barely moving.” You slap his chest with your hand while laughing at his funny truth, but your boyfriend cared, and you were glad.

Kyungsoo (D.O)

“Babe?” Hearing no reply, Kyungsoo reaches to turn down the volume of the radio and looks over his shoulder, “Y/N, babe?” He calls louder this time, hoping that perhaps his voice would reach to where you sat in the living room. A slightly irritated sigh escapes his parted lips, he places a lid on his cooking and wraps his hands behind his back to undo his apron. After making his way out the the kitchen, his eyes fall upon your curled up figure on the couch.

His eyebrows furrow together, the aroma of food being thrown out of his thoughts completely. Kyungsoo rushes over and places a hand on your head, stroking gently. “Honey, are you feeling okay?” You lift your head which you had rested on your crossed arms, the living room lights suddenly seemed to bright and you strain your eyes to meet the vision of your husband peering down with worry. “Oh my...” he pushes back his glasses with his index finger and seats himself beside you. His hand cups your cheek, eyes watching your red, sleepless ones.

Moments later, he’s holding your head against his chest while humming a soft lullaby. The bright lights of the living room begin to slowly fade away, the curve of his plump lips is the last thing you could recall before sleep had taken its toll on you. When Kyungsoo heard the first of your soft snores, a smile began to tug at his lips. He bends slightly and presses the lightest kiss against your forehead. “Good night, my angel.”

Jongin (Kai)

He was tugging your hand like an excited kid when you reached the cinemas. There was no way you could break his enthusiasm by telling him you were too tired to watch a movie with him. Besides, how hard could it be? All you had to do was watch the big screen and stay awake.

Now, sat side by side with Jongin, sleep had somehow found its way back to you. For the past few nights, you didn’t get a single minute of shut eye. The battle you fought with sleep was supposed to be secretive, however the fact that your eyelids were falling shut every other minute said otherwise. Jongin was practically bouncing on his seat, blabbering on about how he’d waited so long for this movie. You hadn’t seen him this excited since his sister gave birth. You let your head rest against his shoulder, and feeling the softness of your hair brush his neck, Jongin stills and allows you to take comfort against him.

The lights dim, and Jongin seals his lips shut. You try your upmost to keep your eyes open, but when you open them, you find yourself in the comfort of your sheets at home. His arm was draped gently around your waist, you find yourself staring at the way the moonlight accented his features. “Sleep” he mumbles, his drowsy face leaning in to stamp a kiss on your forehead. You let yourself drift into dreamland and Jongin slowly opens his eyes to find your shut tight. He smiles before whispering, “Goodnight, princess.”

Sehun

You both were having your dinner while Sehun told you about his schedule for the next week, you needed to make sure that you both had the same days off so that you could see eachother as much as possible. His busy routine meant that lastely, you only saw him once a week, and the thought of that didn’t help with your sleepless nights. The bags under your eyes were a clear tell tale that you hadn’t been going to bed at the right time, Sehun didn’t look like he’d been resting well either.

When dinner was done, you began clearing the dining table with the help of your husband. You felt his heavy eyes watch your every move, somehow it felt more reassuring to know he was with you. You begin washing the dishes, sponge rubbing against the plate with bubbles roaming around it. You feel finger softly pry the sponge away from your hands. Sehun turns you on your heels until you’re facing him, close enough to be sharing the same breath as him.

His thumb runs over your cheekbone, the clock strikes 10pm behind him and and pauses his vision at your eyes. “Honey, I’ve noticed how tired you look.” His voice cooed at you, you take a small breath and he continues, “I just want you to rest well and eat well.” You nod your head understandingly, “Sehun, you haven’t slept well either.” Slowly, he pushes his fingers between yours and locks your hands together. “Then let’s sleep, hmm?” Your lips curl, “Good night.” You whisper, following him to your bedroom.

A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope you are all sleeping well and taking care of your health. If you can’t sleep properly then try to drink warm milk (hot chocolate), listen to some music or read something. If it still doesn’t work then be sure to ask a doctor 💕

[lykaonimagines]

Positive (Part 7) - Loki x Reader

Sorry for the longer wait on this one guys, super long week with things going wrong >.> Finally was able to just sit down and write it. I also did a few edits for this part that I thought would be fun, and will be at the bottom of the story! 

Hope you all enjoy, and let me know if you want to be tagged :)

Paring: Loki x Reader

Part #: 7

Word Count: 2,022

Description: A mutant member of the Avengers finds out she’s pregnant with her boyfriend Loki’s baby, are they ready for this?

Warnings: Pregnancy, jealousy 

Part 1      Part 2     Part 3     Part 4    Part 5    

Part 6      Part 7     Part 8     Masterlist

(Gif doesn’t belong to me)

As Loki finds himself on the New York streets again, his steps feel lighter than he can remember in a long time. Finding the bench he previously occupied a few months prior when he felt the weight of the universe on his shoulders, he takes a moment to sit and take it all in.

His love, the most spectacular woman in the nine realms, he has no doubt, is his. She’s alive, and well, and everything he never knew he needed. “If only mother had been able to meet you,” he says softly as he scrolls through their walls of texts. Ever the affectionate one, she reminded him regularly exactly what he meant to her, something he appreciated more than he could ever begin to explain.

Then their daughter. His daughter. He somehow had something to do with that little wiggling being they saw on the screen. How he’d been given the chance after all he’s done to bring a child into existence, he didn’t know. How two people with some of the worst experiences involving parenting, were now being given this innocent being to care for and do right in a way they weren’t.

As much as he didn’t like to admit it, the Avengers themselves were a part of this new life he was falling in love with. Through Y/N and their coming daughter, he’d been spending more time with the other Avengers, and coming to actually enjoy the presence of his new found family. They’d accepted him in after everything he’d done, even if there were still plenty of comments made. They were still all a bit… much for him at times. But the way they care for Y/N and their child, is worth any of that.

Then Thor. The ever present shadow he felt he was always in. Thor’s brother. Always was just Thor’s brother. Finding out he wasn’t even the shadow role he’d been stuck in had hurt him more than he could ever have expected. Though he still loved Thor as a brother, and the last year in the tower had been good for them. He finally felt he could stand beside Thor as a brother, and not just a shadow.

Which led to the last thing. Acceptance. Discovering himself. Knowing himself and who he is. All of them together had combined to contribute to that. But he awards that mainly to his daughter. Trying to step up and actively be a the man she deserves as a father, that she can be proud of, and that she can depend on.

There was just one last problem. Loki smirks to himself as he scrolls through his phone photos of Y/N and he. Countless selfies she’d taken of them fill up his gallery, with random photos of himself with captions she’d left. “Just one last piece.”

Not quite sure where to begin, he finds himself drifting toward the familiar book store once again. Spotting the worker from his previous visit, he quickly walks over, “Could you direct me to the books on crafting jewelry?”

(From Loki’s phone)

-

Collapsing down into the office chair of his newly rented hotel room, Loki sorts through the things he’s bought, books on the history of ring designs, crafting jewelry, midgardian customs, several sketch pads, and some pencils. “This is going to be nearly impossible to hide,” he groans to himself looking around the room.

He sighs and finally sets himself to work flipping through the books, and sketching out bits and pieces he likes as time goes by.

-

Y/N comes out of their shared room, Loki’s sweatshirt over her and their bed sheets cocooned around her body. Everything ached and she was so damn cold.

Stephen had let her return to the dormitory floors under the promise she’d go straight to bed. Which she did. For a little while.

Walking out to the living room she finds Bucky alone watching movie on the couch.

“Buck,” she whines pulling the covers around herself tighter.

He jumps, having been so entranced in the show and his eyes darting to her, “Y/N! You’re supposed to be in bed! You can’t be up walking around with fresh stitches.”

“Have you seen Loki?” She asks looking out the window, the sky starting to darken. “He left at like 10:30 this morning and he’s still not come back to the room.”

“Haven’t seen him,” Bucky replies finally pausing his movie. “I don’t think he came back yet.”

She frowns and then sighs loudly looking at her friend with pleading eyes, “Bucky, I’m sooooo cold.”

“Then get back in bed,” he responds with a grin.

“It’s not helping,” she whines back at him, trying to make herself look as sad as possible. “This girl is half ice giant Buck, she’s freezing me from the inside out.”

His eyes widen in realization as he pats the seat next to him, “Didn’t think of that Y/N, here come watch the movie with me.”

She quickly crawls onto the couch, and snuggles into her friend’s warmth with a content sigh, “So warm.”

He rolls his eyes and puts an arm around her before starting the movie back up as they sit in comfortable silence.

“Is this really old Zorro?” She mumbles, her mind starting to get fuzzy with sleep.

“Yeah,” he responds rubbing her shoulder. “One of my favorites from back before I enlisted.”

“Hm,” she nods. “So what did you do for fun in the 1940s then beyond Zorro, Grandpa?”

He smirks down, “Oh the usual. Camping, some woodworking occasionally, and taking out the dames to the local dances.”

“Scandalous man you are Bucky,” she chuckles. “And how was Steve with these dames?”

Bucky throws his head back with a laugh, “Oh just the complete and utter ladies man he is to this day Y/N. You know our Steve, the regular heart breaker.”

“Those poor girls, never knew what they were in for,” she clicks her tongue. “Steve the Casanova he is.”

“So how are you feeling?” He asks suddenly.

“A lot warmer,” she replies happily. “You exude manly heat.”

-

“You exude manly heat.” Loki hears as he enters the kitchen behind the living room. His chest tightening as he hears Y/N’s familiar laugh tangled with one of the male Avenger coming from the next room.

“I aim to please miss.”

He slams the bag of food in his hands on the counter, the bang causing the pair to go silent.

“Bruce don’t Hulk out in the kitchen!” Y/N yells over, followed by more laughter.

Steeling his face, Loki presses on into the living room where he finds Y/N curled up into Bucky, his arm around her. “Wrong Avenger,” he responds with a tense smile. “So what exactly is going on here?”

“Loki!” Y/N yells, her eyes lighting up. “The long lost prince has finally returned.”

Bucky makes a gagging noise as he lifts his arm from around her shoulders, acknowledging the slightly menacing gaze he’s getting from Loki.

“As I said I would,” he responds, his eyes still flickering between her and the other man. “What have you two been up to? And why aren’t you in bed?”

“I was so damn cold,” Y/N states, “That frost giant DNA is freezing me from the inside I swear. I came out here looking for you, but someone has been gone all day. So I’m using Bucky for his warmth and watching his old man movie.”

His eyes widen immediately, “How cold? Is it burning? Are you in pain?”

“No no no,” she says holding a hand up to stop him, “Just feel’s like I’m unprepared for the cold weather I’ve walked out into. Nothing serious.”

Loki nods and continues to look at her, his chest still tight from her words. “I’m sorry I can’t be the one to help with that,” he says stiffly.

“Your sweatshirt helps,” she grins lifting the sheets from around her body.

He forces a small smile, “I’m guessing you won’t be wanting that ice cream then. Luckily I brought some warm food as well if you haven’t eaten. Which you haven’t I’m assuming?”

Her face turns slightly red, “Yeah… I haven’t thought about it.”

He sighs and holds his hands out to help lift her from the couch, “You get in bed, I will bring the food.”

“Sounds good prince charming,” she says with a wink, and stretches up to kiss his cheek.

After Y/N has made it back to their room, Loki’s gaze immediately goes back to Bucky.

“I was comforting my cold pregnant friend, prince charming,” he says turning his movie back on. “Don’t get bent out of shape.”

Loki scowls at him, “I’d appreciate if you wouldn’t curl up romantically with my girlfriend on the couch.”

Bucky smirks back at him rolling his eyes, “Romantically? Someone worried?”

“No!” Loki yells back crossing his arms. “I’d just appreciate you keeping your hands off my girlfriend Buchanan before I have to do something about it.”

Bucky leans back against the couch unfazed, “If you couldn’t tell that was merely friendly comfort and you are that unconfident in your relationship, you have worse things to worry about.”

“I just almost fucking lost her for Odin’s sake,” Loki snaps. “Of course I am fucking worried mortal. I trust her. But I just almost lost her. I… I don’t need to explain this to you.”

The other man’s expression softens as he pulls himself up from the couch, and walking over to him putting a hand on Loki’s shoulder. “You should be more open like that, it makes you a lot more likable. But understand this, she’s a good friend and I was just comforting her. Even if I was interested, she’s very obviously in love. Don’t  strain that with jealousy.” He turns the tv off before leaving to go back to his own room, leaving Loki standing in the middle of the room processing everything.

Finally he moves from his spot to take care of the ice cream and grab the dinner he’d brought them back to their bedroom. Setting the food out on the table in their room, he feels her arms snake around his waist.

“So…” she says softly laying a cheek against his back.

“You probably shouldn’t do that,” he responds with a sigh, trying to shrug out of her embrace. “You’re going to make yourself colder.”

However, she clings onto him tighter, “Worth it.”

The tightening in chest starts to relax at her words, “Really now?”

“I missed you,” she responds, kissing his back. “I’ve been thinking about our little girl.”

“Me too,” he says as he twists in her grip so he’s facing her. “I’m going to have two exquisite girls in my life, I’m a very lucky undeserving man.”

She smiles up at him, “No, you’re a strong, intelligent, sensitive, passionate, and loving man that’s gone through a lot to be the man I wake up next to every morning.”

His eyes start to prickle at her words, all tension leaving his body as he stares into her eyes, “Y/N…”

“So I might not be able to have that ice cream right now,” she states smirking up at him. “But I believe I have one other request owed to me. And I plan on collecting it.”

“Oh Is that right?” He asks, his lips coming near her own, able to feel his cool breath on her face. “Remind me, what is that?”

“I believe, your highness, that you owe me a kiss,” she whispers back.

“I couldn’t refuse you now could I?” He asks before pressing their lips together. The sweet simple kiss growing more passionate as his tongue slips into her mouth. She groans into his mouth, pulling him flush with her own body, her knees starting to go a little weak when he breaks the kiss.

She gasps for air as she stares up at the god in her arms. “Satisfactory darling?”

“Very much so. But I have a question,” she replies.

“Hm?” He responds stroking her back.

“Where have you been all day?”

Uh oh.

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[ellana-ravenwood]

“Draw me like one of your French...boy ?” - Jason Todd x Reader

I’ll never get tired of writing thing with Jason (the best Robin FIGHT ME ON THAT !). Hope you guys will like it :

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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-Can you flex your back muscles please ? 

How could you just ask questions like that without even flinching ? Or blushing at least ? Err. Those were stupid questions, and the answer was very simple : you didn’t like him that way. For you, he was just a friend. Just a friend who accepted to get down in his underwear for you, so that you could practice anatomy. Totally normal. That’s what friends were for. Helping. 

-Great, thanks Jason. That’s great. Wait, turn just to your left a bit...yeah, perfect, thanks. Oh, do you want a blanket or something ? 

-No. No thanks. I’m fine. Just a...little swift of cold wind that’s all.

“Just a little swift of cold wind”. Yeah. Right. Your hand brushing his bicep when you angled his body like you wanted, that’s what made him shiver. But hell was he glad you thought it was because he was cold. 

You were just his friend. His extremely talented friend. His extremely talented friend he was in love with. Oh bugger, he was in for a treat...

It was very rare, that Jason found himself speechless. Or that he was afraid to ask a girl out. After all, like his father, Bruce Wayne, he was quite the ladies’ man.

He never found it hard to ask for someone’s number, or if they wanted to go get dinner with them. But with you ? Well, with you, it was different. And he didn’t really know why...Maybe because he was genuinely in love ? Because this time, if you said “no” to his date proposition, he had everything to loose ? 

You entered his life quite randomly. He was running in one of Gotham’s park and as he ran around it multiple times, his eyes couldn’t help but notice you, sitting in the grass with a sketchbook and a pencil...Especially because you kept staring at him when he was going by. 

Curiosity got the better of him, and after a seventeenth tour of the park, he stopped to stretch...right in front of you. And you kept staring, making him uncomfortable. He was never uncomfortable ! On the contrary, he liked when girls looked at him. He liked it a lot. But you...God he felt uneasy. 

The first thing he noticed was your unconventional beauty. You weren’t the most beautiful women he ever met, but there was...an aura about you. There was that way you looked at your surroundings, as if you caught every details and engraved it in your mind. There was the way your (H/L) (H/C) hair were moving with the wind. And how you stuck your tongue out whenever your pencil would touch your sketchbook...

And you kept staring at him. To the point he came to you to ask what was up (he already knew he was doomed, because instead of feeling annoyed about that stranger that kept staring at him, his heart was racing) : 

-Hum...May I ask what are you doing ? 

-Well, can’t you see, by Jove I’m playing tennis. 

Confused. That’s what Jason was. He wasn’t sure he heard you right, because as soon as you spoke, your voice made him dizzy. Such a beautiful tone, that seemed to speak to his very soul...What the Hell ? What was happening to him ? He’s never been that fucking cheesy before...A bit troubled (he was lying to himself if he thought it was only “a bit”, he was “a lot” troubled), he says : 

-Hum...What ? 

-To stupid questions, stupid answers. 

-I’m sorry, you lost me. 

-I can see that. 

-Are you going to...elaborate ? 

-Do you want me to “elaborate” ? 

-Yes, I’d like that. 

He knew in this instant that you were special. That you were going to be someone special in his life. Because usually, anyone who would have dared to speak to him like that would have received a punch, no matter if it was a girl or a boy. And instead, he said, in the most polite way : “yes, I’d like that”. What a looser. Especially since your tone was so...Well, you were mocking him. 

You were mocking this total super muscular stranger who to anyone else would have looked dangerous, with his resting I’m-gonna-murder-you face, and all...Damn. He was in for it. His heart was beating like crazy. 

-You asked me what I was doing while it’s quite clear I’m drawing. So, stupid questions ? Stupid answers, hence, I’m obviously playing tennis. 

Oh. Oooooooh. Witty. And you were smiling at him. Not in a mean way, not in a “you’re an idiot” way, but in a “gotcha” way. Ridiculously charming. With a chuckle he wasn’t able to stop himself from emitting, he says : 

-Oh, and here I was, thinking you were planning to take over the world, given how focus you looked. 

-That’s for tomorrow. Take over the world Tuesday. On Mondays, I just come to the park to draw random strangers running. 

He chuckles once more, and tries to hide his cheek getting red as best he can..

-You were drawing me ? 

-Yes. You’re an interesting “subject”. All muscles and...Charisma. 

-You can draw charisma ? 

-I’m not good enough yet but, maybe one day ? 

-Can I look at the sketch ? 

-Sure. 

-Holy shit, and you say you’re not good enough ? This look like you took a picture of me and glued it in your sketchbook. It’s insanely great ! 

It’s your turn to blush, but unlike Jason, you don’t hide it. You smile brightly at him and extend a hand to him...He realizes that it’s a bit awkward that he’s still standing and he sits down, shaking your hand vigorously (damn your skin is soft). 

-I’m (Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N). 

-Jason. Jason Todd. 

-Well nice to meet you Jason Todd. 

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This was over two years ago. Two years of being head over heels for you, but never being able to act up on it...He just couldn’t bring himself to ask you out. 

Afraid he’d loose you (he’d rather have your friendship than not having you at all), afraid you’d reject him and break his heart...Worst, that you wouldn’t reject him, that you loved him too, and that your life would therefor always be in danger because of what and who he was when night came. 

You knew he was Red Hood...You recognized his abs when he saved you from some thugs once (yes, you were a very observant girl). And you dealt with it marvelously, saying that it didn’t change anything, you were still his best friend (he came to hate those two words). So that was out of the way...but the fact that he was a vigilante in Gotham meant you could never have a normal domestic life with him. 

Yes. He was more afraid of you being in love with him too rather than you rejecting him...Because you deserved the bets. You deserved a boyfriend (or a husband) that would make you nice diners and take good care of you. You deserved someone that would be here for you whenever you needed him. Someone with whom you could build a life, buy a house, have kids...Whenever he thought about that, he realized that he craved to be that man. But he couldn’t...Couldn’t he ? 

It was a genuine dilemma. Telling you or not. Risking it or not. And he couldn’t choose. To the extent he asked advices to his dad, Bruce. The conversation went something like that : 

-You’re asking me for relationship advices ? Really Jason ? Are you that desperate ?

-Yeah...Yeah pretty much. 

Bruce could see the distress in his son’s eyes, and...it broke his heart. Because he had been in a similar situation, a long time ago. He had a girl he was in love with, but rejected, because he had Jason’s same fears...And oh he dearly regretting it (I’m mixing my stories here, if you wanna know who he “rejected”, read those stories : It’s her but it’s not her and It’s them but it’s not them, now back to this story : ). He turned to his son, and said those simple words :

-My boy, I’m...terrible at relationship. I was never able to hold one. Even when...Well, a long time ago, there was one. One that was plaguing my every thoughts. And...I rejected her. Worst mistake of my life. Don’t do the same one my son. If you really love her, try. You can’t loose more than to reject her, or never telling her and wait until she marries another one...

Empathically, Jason rubs his father’s shoulder : 

-You’re talking about Clark’s wife, aren’t you ? 

-...Yes. There is not one day I regret not telling her that I loved her. My life, our lives to all of us, would have been very different if I had. So please Jason, my boy, do not make the same mistake than me. Tell her. Or you’ll never know, or...you’ll end up like me. 

Jason smiles weakly to his father, and takes him in his arms awkwardly, jokingly saying :

-Oh Hell, everything but that. 

********************

You asked him a long time ago to be your “anatomy research subject”, and since he could never resist you, he said yes. And spent a loooooot of time half-naked, or down in his boxers for you to draw him. Of course, you’d always make him comfortable with your silly jokes, or your conversation in general. It was easy to talk to you. 

Yes, you practiced anatomy with his body since almost day one...But today, you could feel something was wrong. You put your pencil down as you were drawing his back muscles, and ask : 

-Ok, what’s wrong mister Broody pants ? 

Your question startles him, lost in his thoughts, he didn’t expect you to talk : 

-What ? Nothing’s wrong. And I don’t “brood”, I sulk. 

You smile at him and it makes him melt, makes him wanna take you in his arms and squeeze you against his heart. 

-Well, mister sulky pants, what’s the matter ? And don’t tell me again nothing’s wrong, cause I ain’t buying it, and will bug you until you tell me sooooo...

-So I don’t have a choice. 

-Basically. 

Your best friend sighs, and your heart goes faster a little bit, because his sighs are the most beautiful ever. So cute. And the way his chest rises and fall when he does it...Yum. 

-I...I...I don’t know how...to tell you. 

-To tell me what ? 

-Well if I don’t know how to tell you, it means I can’t tell you what...

-Right. Stupid questions...

-Stupid answers. I...I am...I don’t...

-If it’s about wasting your free time on me and my drawings, it’s ok. I knew this day was coming. You’re already so nice to have helped me so far...

-Uh ? What ? No, nothing to do with that. 

-Oh ? Then what ? 

-I...I...Iloveyou. 

Here. He said it. Fast, but he said it. And...You’re not even phased by it. You just look at him curiously, and he knows you don’t return his feelings. That’s probably for the best...You say : 

-I’m so sorry Jason, I do realize what you just said is difficult to say, I can see it on your face but...like...I didn’t understand a word of it. 

What ? Nooooo. He finally had the courage to tell you, and you didn’t even understand. But, also...that meant there was still a chance. He takes a deep breath, and turns to face you, still in his boxers : 

-I...I...

-You...?

Your tone and face are encouraging, you lay a comforting hand on his knee, and he shivers...He just has to tell you. He does not want to regret it like his father : 

-I...I love you. 

You take your hand off his knee right away, and his heart sunk. 

-What ? 

-I love you. If I’m being honest, I think I fell for you the first day we met, in that park. No one ever talked to me like that. And during those two years...well, I just never felt anything like it for anyone. I...I love you. 

He cannot read your face. Are you...Shocked ? Disgusted ? Or is it...relief ? You don’t say anything, and he feels obligated to continue : 

-I’m sorry. But there’s nothing I can do about it. God knows I tried. But..I love you. It’s simple. When you’re around, my heart act on its own. I just...fucking love you. Are you gonna...are you gonna say anything ? Please ? 

You close your mouth, who was agape all this time, and it’s your turn to take a deep breath. You plunge your (E/C) eyes in his, and say : 

-Oh Jason. I think...I think it would be a bad idea. We should stay friends. It’s better that way...

Here we go. You had broken a vital part of his well-being. His heart. And the worst thing ? You continue : 

-Is probably what you think I’m gonna say. 

-...Uh ? 

-I bet it took you so long to tell me you love me because you thought I was gonna reject you. 

-...Uh ? 

-Incredibly wide vocabulary wise boy. 

Jason doesn’t understand what’s going on, what were you saying ? Next things he knows, your lips are brushing his softly, and they’re the sweetest thing he ever tasted. He holds his breath as you deepen the kiss, and of course, respond to it. His heart is threatening to beat out of his chest. You finally pull away and, hands cupping his cheek, you say : 

-I love you too silly. Do you think I ask everyone to be my “anatomy subject” ? Hell, I was afraid it was too obvious that I asked you just because I liked you...and because you’re freaking hot. I was afraid you were just being nice and polite by accepting my request...

-Oh, and here I was, thinking you were interested in me just for my body...

You smile at him, giggle, of that cute child like laugh you have and he cannot stop himself from kissing you again. Did he mention that your lips were the sweetest thing he ever tasted ? Because they were. Your arms wrap around his neck, and he pulls you flush against his body, his own arms going around your waist. 

When he pulls away, you rub your nose on his lovingly, and his smile is the brightest and most genuine you ever seen in your life. 

-I love you (Y/N). 

-I love you too, my big idiot. 

-Oh, we’re gonna have to work on the nicknames you smart ass...

-Are we though ? You’re big, huge even, and kind of an idiot so...

-Oh you asked for it. 

The merciless tickles he gives you sent you laughing like crazy, and... Oh god he loved your laugh. 

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Bruce Wayne cannot stop the smile creeping on his face when he receives a text from his son : “Followed your advice, old Man”, with a picture of you and him making silly faces at his phone’s camera. 

His son didn’t make the same mistake than he did. Good. At least, he had a chance at being happy. Truly, happy. He didn’t let the one he loved go. Good.

[ka-za-ri]

9, 10, 12, 49 for writer asks ^-^

9 : What do you struggle most with as a writer?

Grammar problems aside, I have to say it’s PACING. I always have problems with telling too much or telling too little. My rough drafts (and a lot of my times my final writing) has a lot of tangential details that take a way from reading a lot of the time and I gotta work on  cutting out the extra stuff. It’s why Requests are so important and useful for me because it forces me to write for once scene, basically. >w

 Also, making believable dialog. Sometimes, my boyfriend will turn around and find me doing a weird self roleplay when I do long pieces. l end up pretending to be all of the characters to get an idea about what they would say. But talking bits are always hard for me still because i can SEE a scene but writing a believable reply that doesn’t sound scripted is something my brain doesn’t seem to get. lol

Finally, the last thing which is something I’m sure a lot of people suffer from. DISTRACTIONS. I’m so easily distracted. It’s a good thing that my writing computer is so old that her wifi card is failing. So it’s a sign when the internet dies and I’m basically forced to do writing LOL. 

10 : Do you brain-storm story ideas alone or with others?

Brainstorming usually happens alone because 80% of it happens in the shower or while i poop (TMI? yeah... TMI). the other 20% happens WHILE I’m writing and realize that my characters or my scenes aren’t exactly as I had originally imagined. 

If it’s a request that I’m struggling with, I’ll usually turn over to my boyfriend for help because he’s always up for some “civil discussion” about characters and stuff. >w

12 : Is your writing space clean or cluttered?

Both spaces are cluttered. The computer I use to edit is a tiny corner desk that also has my second monitor attached to it and all my figures and toys are also crammed in there along with my sketch books and my PAD coloring books, and pieces of cosplay I”m working on... I’m just not a neat person in general. LOL I usually do writing on my bed with my old computer (it’s bc she’s got all of my writing and saved inspiration/prompts since like 2008. It’s also got Zenwriter on there) , which is also cluttered af because I’m the kind of person who needs to nest when I sleep. So there’s like a mountain of stuffed animals and blankets and pillows lol. 

49 : Are you a fast and rushed writer or a slow and deliberate writer?

GOTTA GO FASSSST. I’m so easily distracted and I lose interest in something really quickly so I have to bash out at least the shitty first draft fast or I’ll just never finish it. (glances at the mountain of old WIPS) Editing, depending on the length is where I usually take it a little slower and make scenes longer when they need to be. 

Super long oneshots like sink was written basically until I passed out at 4am and then back at it when I got home from work the next day until the scenes were written. I bounce around a lot when there’s a lot of content which keeps me interested enough to write it. Even then, I almost lost my sanity because I was sooooo done with looking at the writing LOL. 

[runwilld-youngbeauty]

lmao, this is sooooo late, but my wifi was down, so here it is. I was tagged by @cigarettes-and-plastic-hearts

RULES: You must answer these 89 statements and tag 20 people.

THE LAST: 1. Drink: i think water or soda 2. Phone call: boyfriend on accident lol 3. Text message: “oh yah, i completely forgot there’s a game night tonight. you can come after work if you want” 4. Song you listened to: Solo - The Story So Far 5. Time you cried: idk, i cry a lot tho 6. Dated someone twice: no..? 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: not really 8. Been cheated on: yah fam 9. Lost someone special: sadly 10. Been depressed: all day, er’ry day 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: twice, m8

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS (12-14): blue, teal, burgundy

IN THE LAST YEAR, HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: yiss 16. Fallen out of love: nope 17. Laughed until you cried: a few times 18. Found out someone was talking about you: everyone talks about everyone 19. Met someone who changed you: yah a lil 20. Found out who your friends are: yes 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: a few of ‘em oops

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: the vast majority 23. Do you have any pets: two dogs, two cats, and a snake 24. Do you want to change your name: not really 25. What did you do for your last birthday: my last birthday wasn’t fun 26. What time did you wake up: like 9:15am 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: i was busy being dead (asleep) 28. Name something you can’t wait for: my doctor’s appointment tomorrow, aye... 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: last night 30. What are you listening to right now: nothing musically, but watching Brave 31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: he was like my first buddy on this damn site 32. Something that is getting on your nerves: a lot of things 33. Most visited website: tumblr 34-36. apparently there are no questions next to these ones 37. Hair color: naturally deep red, whattup 38. Long or short hair: I have long mermaid hair 39. Do you have a crush on someone: i am in a relationship, so i guess lol 40. What do you like about yourself: my wrists 41. Piercings: two holes in each ear and a nose piercing 42. Blood type: can’t remember the letter, but I’m a negative blood type 43. Nickname: Tay, TJ, Shmoop 44. Relationship status: in a committed relationship 45. Zodiac: aquarius  46. Pronouns: she/her 47. Favorite TV show: Desperate Housewives and Stranger Things and AOT 48. Tattoos: just an anklet tattoo on my left ankle with a pink L 49. Right or left handed: lefty 50. Surgery: once when i was four 51: Current favorite albums: Last Young Renegade by All Time Low and Ultralife by Oh Wonder 52. Sport: baseball yo 53. Vacation: just take me to a tropical beach or calming forest 54. Eating: i was eating cereal 55: Drinking: nothing currently 56. I’m about to: finish this thingy up! lol 57. Waiting for: college to start again 58. Want: to sleep some more 59. Get married: some day, just not now 60. Career: animator, sketch artist, or film producer

WHICH IS BETTER: 65. Hugs or kisses: hugs 66. Lips or eyes: eyes 67. Shorter or taller: taller when it comes to my partners 68. Older or younger: older when it comes to my partners 69. Nice arms or nice stomach: arms!! 70. Hook up or relationship: relationship 71. Troublemaker or hesitant: a nice blend of both

HAVE YOU EVER: 72. Kissed a stranger: technically yah 73. Drank hard liquor: hAH, yeaaaah 74. Lost glasses/contact lenses: yiss 75. Turned someone down: yes 76. Sex on the first date: nope! 77. Broken someone’s heart: idk??? 78. Had your heart broken: maybe? yes? 79. Been arrested: nah 80. Cried when someone died: both fictional and real and animals 81. Fallen for a friend: yeep

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 82. Yourself: barley 83. Love at first sight: eh, no 84. Santa Claus: no 85. Kiss on the first date: you gotta find out if they’re a good kisser somehow 86. Angels: a lil

OTHER: 87. Best friend’s name: Matt, Vanessa 88. Eye color: light brown 89. Favorite movie: Fox and the Hound, Peter Pan, Deadpool

lmao i don’t talk to people: @goodtrash16 @genji-vevo @iheartpkmn @youfancymemaddearie

[krsextonart]

Hey all! I wanted to make a quick blog post about a question I receive A LOT.

Do you need a following before opening an Etsy shop?

The answer: Technically, no. I didn’t really start with one.

Keep in mind I cannot speak for other shops, everyone’s journey is different but I can tell you a little about how I’ve gained my “following”, honestly I don’t even consider myself having much of a following…but yenno, whatever.

I started posting my art on Facebook and Instagram in 2012 (or maybe sooner) when I started studying Art at Cal State Fullerton. I was an Animation major taking beginning drawing courses and beginning animation courses. As a complete beginner, my art wasn’t good, but I still posted anyway and received minimal response (lol). I switched over to illustration in 2013 and continued posting artwork I made for my classes. The only people seeing this artwork were my family, friends, and classmates. I didn’t have a large following, maybe 500 followers or less on Instagram and I’d say 90% of the people following me were friends or acquaintances who didn’t really care about my art, they just wanted to see what I was up to.

During my time at CSUF, I was heavily involved in the Animation/Illustration club called the Pencil Mileage Club (PMC). I started out as a member one year, then became the photographer for the club, the event coordinator specialist for the club, then vice president, then president. I met a ton of people through this club and the PMC became my family. A lot of people go back and forth with whether art school is worth it, for me, it was. I built friendships with some of the most talented, hardworking, passionate people I’ve ever known. Getting a little sidetracked here, but these are the kinds of people you want beside you. They will support you, be your shoulder to cry on when things get tough, you’ll be their shoulder, they’ll help you with Photoshop problems, they’re your rocks. These are the people you want following your work. These are the people who will lend you a hand when you need it and you’ll return the favor because there’s a mutual respect. These are the “fans” you want. I definitely, no questions asked, did not see them as numbers on Instagram if they followed me.

Me with reddish/brown hair at a PMC art show.

Leading a meeting with Kevin Lam, the President of the PMC at the time.

Cafe Sketching event at Downtown Disney.

Myself, making a stop motion animation for the first time.

Helping lead another PMC meeting.

So in college, I made the best of my time. I spent countless hours sketching, exploring what I wanted to do after college with art, I had an internship with Billabong one semester, I helped lead events with PMC, and I did my best with my classes all while posting on Instagram and Facebook. Those were really the only 2 social media platforms that I posted art on. A month before I graduated college in May 2015, I had my own solo exhibition show on campus which displayed 26 original pieces, my CSUF friends were there on opening night to cheer me on. I love them for that. I gained a few more followers from having that art show for a week, not a ton, but a bit. When graduating college, I had maybe 600 followers on Instagram and like I said, they were mostly non-art friends or acquaintances who didn’t care for my art.

* You didn’t go to college for your artwork? That’s okay too! There are loads of online art communities that will connect you with other artists with interests like yours! Figure out what you like to do, then do some google searching to try and find the right online communities for you. Having a great support system will help you with the tough times (we’ll all have them).

When graduating college, I needed time off from school and work. I overworked myself in college trying to absorb everything I could while throwing myself at every opportunity I could with the PMC and other art events. I didn’t know what I wanted to do, all I knew was that I needed a break. So my boyfriend, cat, and I packed up our 1 bedroom apartment and moved back to my hometown in the San Francisco bay area to live with my Mom, the plan was to stay for the summer.

Over the summer, we attended some art fairs and I fantasized about selling my artwork at them (I always have). Then I decided it was time to open my own shop, something I’d been dreaming about since I started drawing in 2012. I did a ton of research, blah blah blah then opened my shop in September 2015. I announced it via Instagram and Facebook. My first sale was from my Mom and I panicked. Had NO idea what I was doing. Experimented with packaging. I had a few sales follow, mostly from friends I think. In October I discovered Twitch Creative, a live streaming service for artists. I had streamed video games a bit in college through Twitch but didn’t know they had a section for art. I immediately started streaming. I did some figure drawing on stream, pen and ink illustrations, traditionally sculpting, stamp carving and more while also watching other streamers. I slowly, sloooooowly gained a “following” on there. Some of them followed me to Twitter and Instagram, and some made purchases. I streamed 3 days a week for 2 months then started streaming less and less when my anxiety disorder took hold. Chris and I moved back down to So Cal in Feb. 2016 and I continued selling my work on Etsy while advertising on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, and having occasional streams on Twitch. I decided shortly after to make a new Instagram dedicated to only artwork. So I went from 600 followers on Instagram to 0, and from there slowly climbed. Not too many people followed this new account from my old account so I really started from the bottom.

I gained more followers using hashtags on Instagram. They look sooooo dumb, but guys, that’s how people will find you. Having followers on Instagram really doesn’t do TOO much for your shop, yes it’ll help advertise new listings and whatnot but some people can have thousands of followers but barely any sales in their shop. Some people want to buy an item from you, but they don’t really care to see your art Instagram everyday, and that’s totally fine. So your numbers on Instagram/Twitter/Facebook/Whatever kindaaaaa don’t matter? Ever hear that saying that goes something like “Its better to have a few real friends than a thousand fake ones.” I think that’s kinda true when it comes to having a “following”. The people who follow when you don’t look that cool and you don’t have many followers, those are the sort of people who will support you because they love your work. Those are some badass fans. Those are the fans that will tell other people about your work. Those are the good ones. I love those ones.

Summer of 2016 I was inspired by Frannerd to start making YouTube videos again (I had made them in the past) and that connected me with a whole new audience. I’m slowly gaining a following there as well, but honestly has it brought in a ton of new sales? Not really. Doesn’t seem that way. But I’m meeting more people and spreading the word about my artwork.

So what has worked for me? – Facebook (friends, family, people who know you) – Instagram (visual based platform, good for artwork to be seen quickly) – Twitch (very supportive community, lots of amazing people) – Twitter (I think it goes hand in hand with my Twitch community) – YouTube (getting my name out there) – Etsy SEO (Etsy keywords help get my listings found, trial and error)

ALSO! SUPPORT OTHER ARTISTS. Artists help other artists. Don’t be a greedy butthole. If you can’t support financially, support them in other ways. If you like an artist, let them know, connect with them. Help them if they need help. Be a good friend. This road isn’t an easy one, you’re going to need help at some point or another. Don’t just pop in when you need something. Devote time into giving back to the art community. Don’t force it, just be interested in other things besides yourself and your art business. Stay inspired.

I have a ton of room to grow, guys. Just doing my best. I’m not an expert. Take everything I say with a grain of salt. I just like to be open with you all and tell you what has and hasn’t worked for me. I hope this clears up some of your questions.

If you’d like to share, what has worked for you with advertising your shop? Thanks for reading!

K.R.

Shop Instagram YouTube Twitter Twitch Channel

How I gained my “following” Hey all! I wanted to make a quick blog post about a question I receive A LOT.

[thecrazydragonlady]

“Shall We Dance?” Chapter 10

Author’s Notes: I’m snowed in, supposedly, for the next three days and I’m literally sitting on like five unpublished chapters of this story. So, have a chapter. (P.S. I’m sooooo sorry for this chapter. Hahaha not really. All tears will be poured into my goblet to maintain my eternal youth.)

Chapter 10

“Girl, you are going to knock this mystery boy out of his socks.”

Marinette sat in her rolling chair, tugging on the sides of her hood. She was wearing the black cat-esque hoodie she’d purchased some time before Chat Noir was even a superhero but if he didn’t know that, she could just play off being a major fan. The ears sat nicely on either side of her head, two black pieces of cloth with tiny pink triangles. The sleeves were a little long, flopping over her hands, which was all part of the design considering that there were patterned paw-prints on the inside and a hole just large enough to slip her thumbs in and give herself “paws.” She swallowed nervously. “Do you think this will work?”

Alya folded her jacket over her arm and grabbed her purse. “Did you wear the matching bra and underwear?” Mari’s face flamed. She nodded. Alya gave her a thumbs up. “Then yes. Yes it will work.” She looked at her phone and let out a hiss. “I gotta go. Mom’s got me on baby-sitting duty tonight. Text me with updates!”

Marinette waved her best friend off. Tikki came out then, sitting down on the desk with a cookie from her secret stash. She decided to keep herself busy for a bit by finalizing the sketch design of her dress; Alya’s was already finished since she’d spent a majority of her Sunday getting it done. The other girl had been thrilled when she’d called and had come immediately to try it on and take it home to show her parents and boyfriend. Tikki eyed the notebook. She made a bold line going down the outside of the skirt. The dress was pretty simple in design compared to say the bejeweling she’d done on Alya’s. It was an A-line princess style with the top being a silk pink, sweet-heart corset design, a belt of silver between it and the skirt, which flared out almost immediately into a wide circle before touching the floor. It was made of sheer pink and silver fabric. It would not only flow as she twirled on the dance floor, but it would sparkle as well. She held up her notebook for the kwami to see.

“What do you think?”

“It’s beautiful Marinette!” She giggled and turned it back around to face herself.

“Thanks. I was thinking of wearing some simple glass costume jewelry with it. Diamond like ones. Maybe a wristlet, necklace, and oh, Mama can curl my hair and I can do an accent piece to hold it up.”

“You really put a lot of thought into this didn’t you?”

“I did.” She paused. “Now that I think about it, I almost forgot about earrings. Don’t worry,” she added before cutting her off, “I’m not taking off these earrings. I’ll just use my hair to cover them so no one will be the wiser.” Tikki let out a sigh of relief. Marinette rubbed her forehead assuringly. “I’m not going to make the same mistake twice.”

“I’m glad,” the kwami beamed. “You really are perfect to be Ladybug.”

“Thanks.”

A soft knock from above interrupted them and both looked up to see a gloved hand tapping lightly on her hatch. Tikki smiled, whispered a few words of encouragement, before disappearing, even though it probably wasn’t necessary because of what they suspected he knew. Marinette took a steadying breath. She climbed up to the outdoor hatch before joining him outside.

The sun had set a couple of hours ago and once more Paris sparkled with life. It was a gentle glow that came from below but she could still see the distant orange haze of most of the city and the Eiffel Tower lit to its brightest at night. The air was much cooler than it had been the previous week. She was glad she’d allowed Alya to talk her into wearing the hoodie; it shielded her enough against the gentle breeze that danced over them.

Chat Noir smiled. His mouth dropped when he realized what she was wearing and she silently thanked Alya for the advice. She could visibly seem him swallow nervously and wring his hands behind his back. A seductive smile crossed her lips, “Good evening Chaton.” She sauntered over to him, tugging lightly on the sides of her hood. I’m in charge. Marinette is in charge. This is going to work. Chat Noir is going to fall so hard for you. You wore the matching bra and underwear for this exact reason.

He knew that this was part of what she’d been laughing about early in the day. He knew this. Yet his best to guard against it, to come prepared with his own plan, was immediately destroyed by the adorable, nearly-sexy way she came at him.

She was going to be in charge and he didn’t care.

“Good evening purrincess,” he breathed. He pulled his hand from behind him where he’d been hiding a small bouquet of flowers. “For you.” She took them, breathing deeply. Looking up at him, she cast him a bright smile, clutching the bottom of the pink roses.

“They’re lovely Chat!” He rubbed the back of his neck. He adverted his eyes as a light blush appeared under his mask. If this was being led by the nose, then he was happy to be.

“You’re welcomed.”

Marinette placed the roses on her table. She had a small CD player already there, something Alya helped prepare beforehand, and she hit play, allowing the waltz music to start softly. Chat smiled, offering his hand this time. She accepted it. As he had last week, he pulled her closer, before leading her into the dance. Both of their confidence levels soared. Marinette smiled knowing that he was there for her, her not Ladybug, and that she had managed to gain some powers over his emotions prior to their dance. Chat relished in the feel of her. She fit against him like a puzzle piece; everything was perfect and he was constantly assaulted by the smell of sweetness that came off of her even though she was still mostly covered by the hoodie. He lead her into a couple of spins. She smiled confidently each time. As she did, she could see Chat, wearing a tuxedo instead of his suit, smiling at her in return, and her in her dress, twirling magnificently each time; all eyes would be on them of course because it would be hard for anyone to miss how perfect they were together. It amazed her that she’d missed it for so long. He pulled her back in and continued to the right.

At one point, he silently reached up and pushed the hood off of her head, allowing the gentle breeze to cool her face and brush her hair a little bit forward. She had it down to accommodate the hood. His face blushed again. She’d never worn her hair down in front of him before; ever since he’d met her, it had always been pigtails. She chuckled at his expression.

“What’s wrong Chaton? Cat got your tongue?” He grimaced.

“Waltz the matter is your paws-itively horrible pun.” A gentle gloved finger reached up as they continued to move to brush some of her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. Mari’s face heated up a bit as well. “I’ve never seen you with your hair down before. You always have it in pigtails.”

“My mom’s doing. She started putting me in pigtails when I was younger. We tried a couple of other hairstyles along the way but pigtails were just easier to do so, I kept them.”

“You should do the other ones. I’d love to see them.” She smirked up at him.

“Be careful Chat. You might accidentally give yourself away if I start making changes.” He swallowed. She didn’t need to explain. Adrien was going to lose his shit if Mari showed up with a new hairstyle and automatically rat himself out. At that point, he would be pretty sure that he’d say to hell with the rules, and kiss her furiously, even if it resulted in a slap or worse. The first song came to an end and they stopped with it. Chat bowed to her while she curtseyed. Another song started but Mari stopped him from taking her in another dance. “I know I need to build my stamina but let’s have a snack first. Wait right here.” She turned and went back to her room. She and Alya had stashed a cooler there with two quiches inside of it which she now pulled out. Tikki shot her a smile before she disappeared outside again. Chat helped her up this time. He cleared her hands and sat the food on the table, his mouth watering instantly. She chuckled at his expression, motioning to a seat. He wasted no time in sitting and picking one up to shove in his mouth. He nearly purred.

“My Lady, you know me so well! These are my favorite!” Both of them flinched and Chat appropriately looked abashed. “Ah- I guess the cat’s out of the bag now.” Marinette sighed but smiled softly at him.

“I already knew Chat.” He blinked.

“You- you knew?”

“Yeah. I kinda figured it out after you- well, after you started acting weird when we danced on the viewing platform.” He flinched again. His ears drooped and he looked like a genuinely sad kitten.

“I’m sorry Mari. I….”

She laughed. Reaching out a hand, she ruffled his hair, scratched an ear, before leaning back in her seat. He blushed scarlet. Staring at her offered him no answer for her sudden behavior. Mari pulled her legs up, wrapping her arms around them, and tucked her chin onto her knees. She looked off into the distance as she said, “I’m not… I’m not mad Chat. I know why you started talking to me. As Ladybug, I was really… not distant but professional? Yeah, professional. I pushed you away a lot for the last year. I mean, sure, I was worried when I figured out you knew who I was but I eventually came to realize that I was actually alright with it. In fact, I feel better knowing that you know.” She lazily drew circles on the table next to her. Chat watched as her face got redder and redder. “I-uh- well, you see, I had someone I liked and I felt guilty about you liking me when I liked him which I guess would be the other reason I kept a strong line between us.”

“So what happened?”

“Uh?”

“What happened? Did he break your heart?” She smiled but shook her head.

“I’m not using you as fall back Chat.” He blinked before chuckling. Of course she would be able to pinpoint exactly what he was starting to worry about. He heard her words but there was still a tiny, painful tickle near his heart. A quick swallow dosed it for a bit. “Look, I put him on a pedestal and I would be completely lying if I said it didn’t hurt for a bit when he admitted to liking someone else but… but what it really did was free me. I’ve liked him for so long but I realized that all I was doing was putting him on this impossible pedestal.”

“Did you talk to him?”

She chuckled darkly. “No. I couldn’t. I always seemed to turn into a stuttering mess when it came to him.” A sigh escaped her lips. “I’m sorry Chat. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go.” He eyed her.

“How this was supposed to go?” She turned scarlet before nodding.

“I wanted this night to be a good night for you.” And me. Really, for both of us. I wanted this to work with all my heart but I messed it up didn’t I?

He swallowed, reaching out to grab the hand that still made circles on the table. It stopped her. Mari’s eyes turned to meet his and he could see the signs of wetness in them. She was trying so hard to hold herself together. At that moment, he saw the truth: she really had wanted this to work. He wasn’t a fall back for a broken heart. She wasn’t a broken, injured damsel in need of a new knight to save her. She was a warrior princess looking for an equal warrior prince to be with her. She wasn’t so easy. She had standards. She respected herself, and him, enough to not let that happen. The full force of how much he liked her smacked into him hard. It took all of his energy to control himself.

“Marinette,” he breathed, “I believe you. This night has been amazing. I’ve had fun and I respect you so much for being strong. I know- I know rejection isn’t easy but you’ve been doing it and showing just how strong you are.” He pulled the hand he held to his lips. A gentle kiss on the back resulted in her nearly falling out of her chair. Her heart was pounding and she didn’t know if he could hear it. “We’ll… let’s take it slow. We don’t have to make any decisions tonight.” He stood, pulling her up as well. “For now, you should go to bed. School starts bright and early in the morning. Don’t want to be late.” She bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Good night, Marinette.”

“Night Chat.” He released her hand and pulled out his baton, taking off into the night. Marinette ran to the edge of her balcony, watching him disappear into the darkness of the evening, before crumpling to the ground and crying.

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