#thanks sandy for the comic drawings

[blogofsara]

Aftermath of Rozetta's F-word against her mother (end): Louis Leroux

Louis proud of his friend 💪.

#criminal case #criminal case game #criminal case the conspiracy #criminal case conspiracy #louis leroux #blaze of glory #my au my choices #i still hate him but for me he is a good friend with Rozetta #thanks sandy for the comic drawings

[roodles03]

The Death of Flapjack

Inspired off this Steven Universe screenshot

Anyway, happy anniversary to Thanks to Them! I cannot beileve it's been over a year now. Time flies.

The season 2-3 hiatus was such a fun time. The fandom was bustling and I'll never forget when the promo dropped, as well as the first six minutes. The leaks, the fandom commotion after the episode aired, me instantly going to work on my comic Forlornness afterwards. It was a fun time for sure.

Flapjack's death came at a time where my childhood cat, Sandy, had passed away in April of the same year. It really hit me so hard because of it, and it's nice to see a pet death handled in a kid's show.

Although through rewatches, Thanks to Them has gotten a bit worse for me, I still adore it, and it will always have a special place in my heart.

I had this drawing planned for a short while because I thought it'd be cool, but I feel like making it on the anniversary of Flapjack's Death was the best way to go.

#steven universe #the owl house #the owl house season 3 #the owl house fanart #toh fanart #toh season 3 #thanks to them #thanks to them the owl house #the owl house thanks to them #thanks to them toh #toh thanks to them #the owl house flapjack #flapjack the owl house #flapjack toh #toh flapjack

[hhhhleb]

So…do you have any in detail things about the asylum AU? Like has Lyla met all the Mk boys? And the knows they are all different?

Hi! Thanks for the question!:3

I didn’t really thought it through as I drew, but your question made me think quite hard about it for a few days haha!

I’m no psychologist and not nearly close to the level of knowledge in this sphere that requires that kind of au, so I’m really unsure of anything I can potentially write about it)) thus I’ll try to be as shallow as possible in everything that concerns mental health issues.

In this au there is no such thing as superpowers or anything supernatural. Marc&Layla are simple people in a simple mental hospital. They met and with time and lots of long conversations befriended. I know that the last point seems controversial to pt2 of my comics but,,, they builded their deep connection with each other with time. That’s how I see it at least.

Answering your questions, I think for her it’s like: sometimes this guy mumbles in Spanish and sits somewhere in the corner, sometimes he quotes some French poetry and bubbles tons of facts about Egyptology, sometimes he talks with her about everything in the world in her mother tongue, because he knows it makes her feel less anxious, feel like home. Maybe on some unconscious level she understands that there are three of them, but on a conscious level she doesn’t strictly distinguish them. It’s something like: ‘seems like today all he wants is to silently draw stories with me’ or ‘he called me ‘chérie’ so we can discuss some interesting moments in Egyptian philology’ or ‘oh there is this little worried frown on his face, he would love to braid my hair rn, it’s always soothes him’

For MKsystem(particularly for Marc) she’s just a ray of sunshine in the dark kingdom(named his ‘life’). He likes to see her happy and just be with her in a same room, likes to listen to her, to see sparkles in her eyes when he stumbles through Arabic to ask how she’s doing.

For Steven she’s a pure inspiration, he admires her sharp intelligence so much, he feels so cheered up by their crossed interests, and he really values how she genuinely likes to listen to him.

For Jake she’s someone who sees him, who respects him, someone who really cares about him. If he asks her not to touch him, she never does, but she’ll be still somewhere near so he would not feel lonely. She gives him all new pencils she finds, she asks about all lil drawings he does. And he respects her in return, when everything is too much he silently leads her to some quiet safe space, when she’s upset he gives her some vivid photos of the sandy country he got after some agressive bargaining in exchange for his things.

I’ve pondered how and why Layla got there, because for MK system it’s already clear(Harrow-with-moustaches said that Steven brought them there, ‘cause of their mom) Maybe she’s there because of her dad? Maybe she was a witness of his death(like in comics) and it changed her on some level or brought to the surface what’ve always been there. Idk I’m not really into headcanoning mental illnesses to characters,, so I guess it can remain a mystery to us)

So, all I know they’re married and make each other's days much more bearable and brighter:) There is really nothing else to do in this place except spending time with each other(it’s fun at least) so I feel like they talk a lot. Therefore Marc SIGNIFICATLY more open to her and she displays her real emotions more often, not trying to hide by some mask of a tough lady anymore. So I suppose their relationship in this au much healthier then in pre/during s1,, quite ironic innit (^^ゞ)

Well, there is still a huge field of questions in this au but I hope this little weird essay of mine made some things clearer for you:3

#moon knight #layla el faouly #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #moonscarab #comics #asylum!au #i guess it’s a tag now))

[elirastudio]

If I may I'd like to send in a stupidly fluffy fic because I need some distraction from a bad week

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Macaque breached the threshold of his home, rolling his shoulders with a small grimace.

The monotony of kingly duties felt especially grueling today, making him want to become a puddle on the floor.

Ears twitched at the sound of a giggle trying to stay muffled from the side of the couch.

"Is that my Xiaotian I hear?" A small smile formed as Macaque took a few steps closer, prompting more hushed giggles.

Macaque walked past the couch purposefully keeping his gaze up, letting the six-year old think he had succeeded in being sneaky.

"Hmm, how strange. I wonder where my little star has gone?"

Xiaotian was doing his best not to laugh not noticing the shadow creeping up behind him like a cobra waiting to strike.

When it did shrieks of laughter filled the room as Xiaotian was snatched from his hiding spot and dangled upside down in front of his father's face.

"You got me!"

"I got you," Macaque's voice was softer in comparison to Xiaotian's laughter but still spoken in a smile. Large hands gently grasped the boy and held him close, nuzzling his face.

"Oh, Liu'er!" A large blue form emerged from the kitchen, holding a bowl of fruit. "You're back early."

"Not early enough if you ask me," Macaque said, plucking a few strawberries from the bowl, offering one to his son who ate it happily. "Thank you for watching Xiaotian. I appreciate it."

"It's no problem at all, I'm always happy to come watch him." Sandy smiled serenely, a colossal finger coming up to tussle Xiaotian's hair. "It's about time I head home, my cats will be expecting dinner. It's best not to keep them waiting."

"Of course," Macaque could only chuckle at the mention of Sandy's herd of cats he's accumulated these past couple of years. "Safe travels home, Brother."

"Bye bye!" Xiaotian chirped as he waved him off, leaning into Macaque's shoulder.

It was easy to get into a pre-bedtime routine, besides trying to wrangle the hyper boy into the bath, it went relatively smoothly.

Some movie played on the TV as Xiaotian sat on his lap. Clawed fingers ran through his boy's hair, absent-mindedly grooming like he would for the little ones on Flower Fruit Mountain.

"Xiaotian? Did you know your birthday is coming up soon?" Macaque questioned fully expecting the way Xiaotian sprouted up at the mention of his birthday. He remembers the dissonance that the birthday he celebrates with his son, the day demon hands lifted a baby from an alley, and the actual date of Xiaotian's birth that remains a mystery for only heaven to know. "Is there anything you'd like, Little Star?"

"Noodles!" Xiaotian spoke excitedly, "And more fancy pencils for drawing!"

"That's all?" Macaque questioned, thinking of Ao Lie's little granddaughter who seemed to be showered in a glittering gifts every year. "Out of anything in the world?"

"Uh-huh, getting noodles with everyone is the best thing in the whole world!" As soon as Xiaotian said that a thought crossed his face making his brow furrow. "How come we dont do anything for your birthday?"

"Oh well, I don't really have a birthday." Macaque spoke simply, "You see Xiaotian, I was born a long long time ago and old demons like me don't really keep track of that kind of thing."

"That doesn't seem fair, everyone deserves a birthday." Xiaotian murmured back, head tilted slightly as he digested the information before brightening up again. "I know! We can share mine!"

Blinking down at the boy in shock, Macaque wants to dismiss the notion. That Xiaotian shouldn't squander his own special day for him but he finds that he can't deny that sunshine smile.

"That's a very generous idea, my little star." Macaque nuzzles the boy, earning a bright giggle in return. He thinks that their 'sharing a birthday' will only last one year, if that.

It doesn't.

I love this so so much 💕😩✨✨✨

That’s why I did a comic of a little flash forward, when wukong is already free and Mac left MK in pigsy care.

He is on a chase with erlang but he couldn’t miss his son birthday ✨

Also macaque wears glamour when he’s around celestials but he dropped all it when he felt he was home to his son.

#art #comics #elira #plot #lego mk #lego sun wukong #lego macaque #six eared macaque #pigsy #sandy #ao lie #liu er mihou #erlang shen #bday art #lego monkie king #monkey king #monkiekid

[daily-trapinch]

I just rediscovered this blog, which has been completely inactive since 2017. If you're still following me, I'm so incredibly grateful that you've stuck with it through the long silence. Truthfully, I'd forgotten about my dear Sandi in the rush of life, you know how these things go. But I have so many fond memories from running this blog, at the peak of the daily pokemon hype! I truly hope all the folks from back in the day are doing well.

After losing both the email and password to for this blog, I managed to crack the code to get back in. I don't really know what I'm going to do with it now, but rest assured, I won't be deleting anything.

The last post on this blog was about getting to know me, so I figure it's about time for a life update. Pardon me for getting sentimental for a moment.

Since this blog went on hiatus, I have entered and graduated from my university with a Bachelor's in Marine Biology, with honors, and a minor in Chemistry. I traveled abroad and swam through coral reefs, rescued stranded sea life, and cleaned up beaches. Out of everything, I'm proudest of the time I spent building oyster reefs and restoring our shoreline habitats. I've met so many amazing people, and we've made a real difference in this world. Through working with oysters, I discovered a deep love of the little things, the tiny humble creatures living in crevices, within mud, and on rocks of the seafloor. There are miniature worlds of infinite wonder there, if you take the time to look.

I met the love of my life, nearly got engaged after five truly divine years, and was promptly dumped before I could propose. I still have the ring. At the same time, I moved across the country to an unfamiliar city, where I thought I would be with my love, but instead was completely on my own. Things have been hard. Things have been very, very hard. There are good days and bad days, but I am picking myself up, pulling myself out of the dark. I am building myself a home here, and it is so worth living in. There is so much beauty in this world. There is so much love in the hearts of the people around us.

Art has settled into a pleasant supporter in the background of my life. I don't draw nearly as much as I used to, and my sense of creativity has changed a lot over the years. But I always know that the art will be there for me whenever I decide to pick up pencil and paper again. This blog from years ago taught me the joy of silly little doodles, and I'm so so so grateful for that!

I go by Frankie, these days. They/them or xe/xem pronouns. Currently, I'm in graduate school, preparing to get my PhD in Marine Science. I study little marine worms - how they move, how they affect their environment, and how important they are to the whole ocean. Ask me about my polychaete pictures, I think they're really cute! Honestly, I wish I could go back and tell my 2017-self just how much we've accomplished. Back then, I never thought I'd make it this far. I could never have imagined the breadth of experiences life had waiting for me.

There's still so much more out there to experience. If you followed me in 2017 and you're reading this now - I hope life has treated you well. I hope you've had so many good days since the last time you saw my dear Sandi. And I hope you have so many more good days for years to come!

Some of you may notice that when I went on hiatus, I left some loose ends unresolved. Unanswered messages and asks, comic ideas, that kind of thing. I promise that I didn't do it on purpose at the time! I was a lot younger, didn't understand exactly how to handle my blog getting this big. But I hope you will respect my decision to leave these things alone and not reopen a bunch of threads from seven years ago. Thank you <3

#pokemon #trapinch #daily pokemon #daily trapinch #positivity

[i-am-a-fan]

Question time cuz now I'm curious! (Mainly pirate AU cuz you guys sorta caused a fixation) What is the mark on her forehead? Is it related to her inheriting the samadhi fire or is it related to her draconic past? :0 IS THERE A FIC I CAN CONSUME?? Is there other refs on the making? I'm interested to see Sandy's design :3 Are you and spoof like co-au authors, or do you guys kinda pass the au kinda like hot potato? (lol) I noticed that in the concept for the pirate AU it had a doodle indicating that the treasure (which I'm presuming is the staff from previous post 👀👀) is located on Macaques eye. (probably, idk) and that Mk is the key. So uh. Bestie. How does t h a t work???? (Am nervous of angst)

Loving the details! Love the Au! Love any silly thing, either way keep it up Speck!

-your friendly mutual Peony (I should change my pfp lol)

OKAY. IMMA JUST RAMBLE BECAUSE I GOT SOME ANSWERS THAT ARENT SPOILERS. WAHOOO!!! This got long. So just click see more for all the answers

summary:

1. Both. 2. Yes and no. 3. No refs but comics are still being sketched. 4. It’s more like a game of telephone, and 5. i’ll explain when we get there.

1. The mark on mei’s forehead is actually from both!

My inspiration was the pattern on the back of redson’s jacket in the show. It has 3 fireballs and three lines in the middle. Since i deeply love putting in tiny details I of course used this as inspiration for the markings on redson’s back in the au.

The same markings that they got when the samadhi fire was ripped away from their body and sealed into the golden rings. However, it looks like part of the pattern is missing from the burn marks on redson…

2. Is there a fic? Yes and no. I’m still super new at writing fan fiction and comics are my go-to place for storytelling, as a result I’m hesitant to actually release any fic to the public. More so, the comics give me some time to actually think about what I want the plot to be, since i’m just laying down train tracks as I go. (Terrible. i know.)

3. Are there any refs in the making? Honestly? right now, no. Ref sheets are fun but only when you draw that character a lot. And unfortunately, just doing the mei sheet took me around 20 hours total to get it where i wanted it to be. So, i’m still working on other sheets. However, since you asked about Sandy..

He’s supposed to appear in the next comic which will probably take me a while to do. So please be patient! With finals and everything I have no idea what my day to day looks like.

4. Are me and @spoofyleaf co-authors or is this a game of hot-potato? I think it’s closer to a game of telephone, where things get lost in translation sometimes, but over all the message gets passed. The amount of rambling they endure from me in ungodly and i appreciate them. so much.

5. The concept art… uhh don’t worry about :>

THANK YOU FOR YOUR QUESTIONS!!!

#to other people who have given me asks on this au. I do read them!! #i love them all so much #but a lot of them are story spoilers and i plan on getting to those later #so forgive me if i take a while to respond to them #thank you as always for asking! #i love your questions #:D!!! very excited #lmk pirate au #specks lmk au #lmk au #🐊?

[suzy-queued]

TAG GAME WEDNESDAY: FANDOM EDITION

Thanks for the tag, @energievie @juliakayyy @stocious @shinygalaxyperson and @mzshko

your name: Deena

your age: 47 for a few more weeks

your first fandom(s): Star Wars

your current fandom(s): Shameless

how did you first get into fandom? Fandom evolves as you age. I used to play-act scenes from my favorite movies around the tetherball pole in elementary school. I started a grassroots Weird Al fan club and drew my own TMNT comics. I spent high school painting my own t-shirts of bands I liked and drawing book covers for horror stories I liked. When the internet began to emerge, college me typed my media into a search engine for the first time. The sheer delight when there were other people out in the world who shared those fixations! I got onto message boards in the '90s which became websites which became social media platforms. But it wasn't until the pandemic and discovering Shameless that I started engaging on Tumblr and A03.

how long have you been engaging with fandom spaces? I've been active in this fandom since late 2020, so just over two years.

how often do you read fanfics? almost every day.

top 3 characters from your current fandom(s): Mickey, Ian ... um, and the rest of them are equal.

have you ever written a fic for a fandom? if so, shout it out! I have!

have you ever drawn fanart for a fandom? Yep! I have some galleries on AO3.

share a personal headcanon that you feel very strongly about: I feel that Mickey and Sandy didn't literally have sex-sex. They they just messed around, teasing each other. That whole idea is gross.

you’re trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. what episode, clip, or scene are you showing them? Oh, man, I'd just tell them to start from the beginning. They'll either get it or they won't.

and finally, what does fandom mean to you? Fandom means pouring your creative energy into a particular media and also sharing that love with others who get you. Squealing over the tiny freckle on a character's stomach. Watching gifs of that one moment that gives you goosebumps and knowing that it gave other people goosebumps, too. And the amazing friendships!

I'll tag ... @sweetbee78 @silvanshadow @heymrspatel @deathclassic @francesrose3 @tanktopgallavich @nostalgic90s and ANYONE else who hasn't done it but wants to.

#tag game #about me #fandom

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Hi! Please could I get one of the ship things w one of the male outsiders characters? Thank you :) if it's not open feel free to delete this btw!!

I'm brunette w/ a very shaggy mullet, and gray eyes + freckles. I'm very much a nerd tbh! I'm really into movies, but like, the technicalities of them + the minor details of them and I could ramble about it forever to whoever will listen to me + I love rambling about all of my interests!! I also really like to read! Ill read pretty much anything w a pretty writing style or that seems interesting to me but I also love very stereotypically nerdy stuff like arcade games, superheroes, comics, ect. I also really like to draw (or rather just doodle) and I like to draw on ppl I'm close to's hands as a way to show my affection!!

As for my personality I am very very awkward around ppl I don't know thanks to my pretty bad social anxiety but the moment I'm comfortable w someone all that awkwardness goes away + I literally never shut up!! I ramble about movies so so much and it annoys everyone around me + i'm rlly confident around the ppl I rlly love. My love language is physical touch and I'm affectionate because of this + I love to give and receive affection because I'm touch starved.

Your Outsiders Ship: Sodapop Curtis 

Explanation: I think he really digs you’re kind of geeky personality and would absolutely listen to any rants that you had about literally anything and he would listen to it so intently and then probably talk to Darry and Ponyboy theories you had and be like dude my partners actually such a genius he won’t believe what they said about x and y and then eventually his family is like OK can you please shut up about Y/n. I think socially you guys would contrast perfectly together because he could do a lot of the talking for you as he’s a social butterfly and you could just sit in the corner with your thumbs up awkwardly in front of your chest and it would be great. I think he would just die. If you ever drew something of him he would just like be so flattered and so honored he would probably like hang it up somewhere and just absolutely love it anyway I think he would yeah absolutely just love that. And then proceeded to brag to his brother about how cool you are. I personally think soda pop is a very touchy-feely guy so he would absolutely love cuddling and snuggling with you and constantly holding you in someway or another. I actually kind of think he’s clingy especially after Sandy I think if he’s standing near you, he needs to be touching you in some way. Yall are CUTE 💚💚

#urlocalnonbinarybastardwritesanswers #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders #sodapop curtis #sodapop curtis headcanons #sodapop curtis the outsiders #sodapop x reader #sodapop headcanons #sodapop the outsiders #sodapop #sodpaop curtis x reader #the outsiders sodapop

[solar-argo]

I FORGOT ABOUT THE OC-TOBER IM SO SORRY

I'm going on a road trip with my mom tomorrow tho, which means! A lot of time to draw! So i will try my bestest to do a few days LMAO

Anyway to tide yall over, have my lego monkie kid oc!! I love her with all of my heart.

I have edited her design a little, and given her a backstory!! I also finished the show. Giggles autistically. CW for below, season 3 spoilers for Lego Monkie Kid! As well as minor character death, but that's not a show spoiler

So, she has a little sister, Fēn, and she loves her little sister. Her parents are. Distant at best, so Qiu was kinda eldest daughter syndrome-ed by their parents. During the Lady Bone Demon attack, her house collapsed while her sister was at school (Qiu is in university, taking classes at night, and working part time to afford a babysitter for Fēn when their parents arent around, which is often).

Qiu wakes up in a pocket of rubble and is able to wiggle her way out, and stays at a hospital thats taking in displaced people while tracking down her sister. When she finally finds her, about a week later, she tells Fēn that she couldn't find their parents, but when people offer to try to help finding them, Qiu politely declines, and never does bother to put in effort to find them.

Considering Qiu is now the SOLE provider for her little sister, she drops out of her evening classes and searches for a full-time job that will take her despite her lack of degree. Her search takes her to Pigsy's noodles, where she's once again told that there aren't any openings. However, she is desperate for a job, and begs Pigsy to consider her. So, he hesitantly offers her a job in the kitchen; doing prep work for him, grocery runs when they run out of an ingredient, etc. She thanks him, and the next day she sends Fēn off to school, and goes to Pigsy's noodles.

Every weekday she leaves early to pick up her sister, and then comes right back, plonking her sister in a chair at the counter to do her homework. Eventually, Tang and Mei offer to do it, and trade off picking Fēn up from school. While she's at the shop, Tang and Mei usually keep her company, and, when it's not busy, so will MK.

Eventually, they find out that Qiu dropped out of school, and when they ask why, she shrugs and responds 'I couldn't afford a house, food, AND a babysitter while in school, so I had to sacrifice something.' They all feel bad, despite the fact that Qiu shrugs it off, saying that it was a part of life. So, MK, Mei, and Tang all band together and tell Qiu that they'll watch Fēn for free while she is in classes. Qiu cries, thanks them, and applies to uni again for the new school year.

Problems arise, however, during the first set of exams. Qiu needs to be at school in the morning, and everyone is busy in the morning; MK doing training, Mei training as well (I headcanon that after the arc was finished, Mei kept training to use the samadhi fire with Red Son), and Tang usually shopping with Pigsy.

So, on MK's day with Fēn, she's brought the flower fruit mountain, and gets to meet Sun Wukong. They get along... alright; Sun Wukong is a little awkward around her, considering she's a lot younger than MK, and he's not quite sure how to talk to her. They spend the day painting rocks while MK does chores around the mountain; Qiu didn't want them to work on fighting with a 6 year old right there.

On Mei's day, she takes Fēn to see Red Son, who has Mei work on her focus and control over the fire. Red Son, who has a MUCH easier time talking to her than Wukong, ends up sitting next to Fēn and playing various games with her while Mei trains.

On Tang's day, she gets dropped off with Sandy, who ends up having a several hour long tea party with her and Mo, complete with a comically small tiara for Sandy, and a pink ballgown for Mo. And of course, Fēn dresses up in her own blue gown, and doesn't ask Sandy why or how he had her favorite color ballgown. (He asked Qiu what Fēn's size was, and made a gown for her, just in case she ever came over)

And on the last day of exams, MK had training again; this time, with Macaque. Macaque was, to most people's surprise, very soft with Fēn. When MK arrived to his dojo, visibly frazzled with an excited 6 year old, he'd blinked, stared for a moment. He'd sighed, canceling training, and left the dojo, locking it behind him, before bending down to talk to Fēn, introducing himself, and asking what she wanted to do. And so, the 3 of them went to an arcade, MK and Fēn playing while Macaque kept an eye out. By the end of the day, Fēn was referring to Macaque as "uncle M"

That's all I got for now, and I did not mean for it to be so damn LONG?? Jesus christ- TLDR lbd attacks, oc becomes mom to her little sister, works at Pigsy's, goes to college, and The Gang babysits her little sister for her.

Mayhaps I should make a fic out of this. (I will never make a fic out of this, I do NOT have the motivation to write. Like, ever)

#artists on tumblr #digital art #oc art #drawing #lego monkie kid #oc #backstory #oc backstory

[timptoe]

Small Comforts

And my second fic for ShenkoSummer2023 for @palimpsetus on AO3 is pure fluff: her Shepard OC Anna and Kaidan spend a lovely day on a tropical island where the upstanding Canadian gets his ass kicked in beach volleyball and then breaks into a lighthouse. So much fun to write. Read the whole thing on AO3.

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Late night, come home Work sucks, I know She left me roses by the stairs Surprises let me know she cares - Blink-182, “All the Small Things”

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It’s the small comforts, Kaidan thinks, that matter most.

The sound of ocean surf. The gentle heat of the sun. A warm breeze on his bare back as he lands prone in the sand. The thunk of a volleyball as it lands a good few feet away from his outstretched fists.

Maybe not that last one.

“That’s game, human!” comes the nasally salarian voice from the other side of the net.

Kaidan groans, resting where he landed after that last futile dive, the sandpapery grit on his cheek a fitting punishment. Dying of embarrassment has gotta be more humiliating than dying to a husk, right?

This was supposed to be a vacation. A well-earned vacation. A well-earned, relaxing, boring, “thanks for taking out the biggest threat to the galaxy in literal eons and somehow living through it!” vacation. All he wanted was to sit on a beach, hold Anna’s hand, and maybe sip some sort of tropical drink. Fruity. With a little paper umbrella in it. He was even willing to wear sunscreen to keep his pasty Canadian skin from turning the color of a krogan warlord. That’s gotta count for something, right?

“Woo! Good job, babe!” a slightly tipsy, dark-haired woman shouts from the sideline.

He rolls his eyes and tries to sink deeper into the sand.

“Eh, come on, habibi,” a warm baritone says, an outstretched hand appearing in his peripheral vision. “Best two out of three?”

Kaidan huffs, grabbing the man’s hand and allowing himself to be hauled to his feet. Sand is caked on the side of his face and most of his torso, and his hair feels like it’s been styled with an entire sand dune. He’s pretty sure he looks as pathetic as he feels.

The expression on his face must match his attitude, because his erstwhile partner chuckles and claps his back sympathetically. “Cheer up, Kaidan,” Mehtab says, surreptitiously wiping off his now-sandy hand, “you did pretty well for your first time!”

Kaidan, nonplussed, manages a half-smile. “Thanks. I think I’m, uh, gonna sit the next one out.”

“Aw, but we were just getting started, wasiim!” Mehtab says, looking Kaidan up and down and grinning.

Kaidan full-on blushes, drawing a delighted laugh out of the other man. What I wouldn’t give to hear a Reaper horn right now.“Next time, maybe.”

“Next time, then,” Mehtab says with a wink, before picking up the volleyball and cajoling the gathered crowd to produce his “next handsome partner to challenge these two unbeaten salarians!”

Kaidan, for his part, trudges his way back to the beach chairs and the tipsy dark-haired woman in the flowy sundress, stylish sunglasses, and comically oversized wicker hat. “Babe, you were amazing!” the woman calls out, clapping as he approaches.

“We lost by ten points,” he grumbles as he flops petulantly into his chair, scattering sand everywhere.

“Yeah, that’s because you were staring at that guy’s ass more than the ball, babe,” she teases.

He looks across the beach at where Mehtab has pulled some unlucky twink onto the court to be the salarians’ next victim, admiring his bronzed muscles and blindingly white smile. “What can I say? It’s a nice ass,” he says evenly.

“Second nicest one out there,” she muses.

He turns to the woman and arches an eyebrow. “Also, ‘babe’? Really?”

She peers over her sunglasses at him, eyes twinkling with unrestrained mirth. “What? We’re on vacation, it’s a whole tourist…thing, isn’t it?”

Kaidan just harrumphs.

“I could just call you Major,” she sasses.

“You know I still technically outrank you, right?” he retorts, placing a hand lightly on her armrest as he relaxes back into his chair.

She scoffs. “Maybe by Alliance protocol. I’m pretty sure ‘Savior of the Galaxy’ trumps most other positions, Major.”

He entwines his fingers with hers and gives a gentle squeeze. “Mm. I can think of a few positions to test that theory on, Shepard.”

Anna laughs and swats him with her hat, never letting go of his hand.

Read the rest on AO3.

#mass effect #kaidan alenko #female shepard #fshenko #writing fshenko for the first time was fun #definitely snuck me and my wife in there #mostly because all i want to do is spend the rest of my life on a beach somewhere #my writing

[shu-bullshit]

It’s the most tender thing Trevor has experienced in years and his body almost convulses at how alien it is. While he cares deeply for Patricia, for whatever fucking cruel prank the universe keeps playing on him, nothing can replicate the bolts of electricity that vibrate beneath his skin when Michael touches him. Every piece of his body is tense other than his arm, as if Michael’s the only thing keeping him from turning to stone. His opposite hand clenches into a fist.

Trevor doesn’t move and watches him.

“God,” Michael starts before backing his head slowly away. He keeps his eyes on the scar and traces his thumb over it, “that fuckin’ scared me.”

Trevor swallows, voice low, “I know, Mikey.”

                                                               -- Sixteen Nights in Sandy Shores

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So I finally finshed this piece for my fav Sixteen Nights in Sandy Shores by amazing @avalise​ !!

Since I’m no good at comics, I chose to do it in movie form again ^ ^

There are many beautiful scenes in this fic, I thought about drawing the cute moments when they sleep holding each other on Trevor’s bed. But in the end I decided to visualise this touching secen in Night Fourteen, where the drunk Michael showed his care for Trevor. It had warmed my heart so much when I read it.

From all the highs and lows in this fic, I find the one that still haunts me after days and days is one of Trevor’s thoughts:

“But maybe he could keep Michael.”

And this is definitely one of the moments that made him feel this way, so I want to capture it.

Again, many thanks to avalise for creating this beautiful work!! I hope u enjoy it!

#gta 5 #gta v #gta 5 fanart #trevor philips #michael de santa #sixteen nights #sixteen nights in sandy shores #trikey

[blogofsara]

Some Reactions at Rozetta's F-word against her mother: Harper's iguana

Harper's iguana being like: "Humans are really strange sometimes 😐".

#criminal case #criminal case game #criminal case the conspiracy #criminal case conspiracy #harper stone #iguana #thanks sandy for the comic drawings #blaze of glory

[jjuuppiter]

Jup I always pictured Theo to be a like sandy-haired or brown-haired but whew he looks ten times better as a raven haired man. I thought that was Cassius Warrington or some other Slytherin man for a hot minute until Draco said Theo. Anyways the comic is so cute. Hermione ecstatic as hell and impressed too that she didn’t have to do everything like damn they really had her suffering LOL

thank you! tbh i forgot how the fandom usually draws him when i made that comic... thus the dark haired theo 🙈

yes they really do... draco paving the road so hermione can do everything easier hahahaha

#ask

[monsterfuneral]

the summer of 1988 | the lost boys

Relationship: Poly!The Lost Boys x Fem!Reader

Summary: Revenge is a dark and dangerous road to go down, especially when the people you seek revenge against are all vampires. 

Words: 4.5k

Warnings/Tags: Kidnapping, surf nazis, child endangerment but no child injury, brief descriptions of torture and injury from torture, blood, weapons, just general violence tbh, angst, swearing, Star says fuck, fluff/comfort at the end

Author’s Note: This took way to long to actually finish but I’m happy that it’s finally here. This is something I’ve been working on since late November/early December thanks to writers block so hopefully it actually turned out okay

REQUESTS OPEN

(please read my “I do NOT write” section before sending in anything <3)

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The boardwalk was probably the most quiet you had seen in weeks. There were no exciting shows being hosted on the beach or any new rides to visit, and it being a Monday close to closing hours made it so the boardwalk was a lot less crowded than usual. The only people that you had seen tonight were groups of teenagers that left early on in the night, not risking being caught by their unknowing parents as they broke curfew with their friends. By default though it made business in the record shop sluggish, giving you the opportunity to organize the records that were going to be put on the shelves in the morning. 

You had just sat back down on the stool behind the counter when the bell above the door rang. Your boyfriends and their smallest companion came walking through one by one. Paul was the first to greet you with a flirtatious smile as he leaned over the counter to ask you what you’d suggest he buy. 

You playfully rolled your eyes and said “Yeah, like you have the money.” making Marko and David Chuckle from where they stood behind the other blonde. 

The boys left Laddie in your care while they went off to feed, obviously not wanting to take the young human with them to witness their brutal feeding routine. So you put on a record that Laddie had come to love thanks to Paul, and turned the volume up a little louder than it usually would be during work hours. He sat on your stool swinging his legs back and forth while bopping his head along to the hypnotic guitar solo of ‘Don’t Fear The Reaper’. He watched you go through the bins and organize any of the records that had been misplaced throughout the day. Waiting for you to finally clap your hands softly announce that you both were finally free to go. Laddie smiled up at you after you ruffled a hand through his hair and shrugged his overnight bag onto your shoulder. 

The two of you were having a casual conversation about a new comic he had gotten from Sam when a guy approached you. He was an unpleasantly familiar face, a member of the surf Nazi’s that took a liking to coming into the record shop and bothering you on occasion with pathetic attempts at flirting. It was no surprise he singled in on you and started walking up to you with a confident swagger that he certainly would not have if the boys were standing behind you. He was as unpleasant as ever, complimenting your outfit that consisted of an old leather jacket that used to belong to David, ripped jeans, and an old band shirt that had a rip at the collar. You looked at him tiredly and attempted to weave your way out of the conversation but he simply would not budge. Laddie clutched the back of your jacket anxiously, waiting for the intimidating man to finally move on. You had to suppress the eyeroll that threatened to come forth when he started talking about how ‘killer’ the waves were today, his smile big as he gestured out towards the sparkling ocean.

“Listen man,” You started, looking back up at the surf Nazi- Derek you think he said his name was- grabbing Laddie’s hand and gently pushing him further behind you protectively “I really gotta go okay? My friends are waiting for me at the entrance and will totally come looking for me if I don’t go.” You hoped he didn’t call you out on your bullshit. You just wanted to go home and change into something more comfortable and give Laddie some actual food to eat that wasn’t boardwalk cotton candy. 

Just like always when he would come around, you got a disgusting gnawing feeling in your stomach, a feeling that told you to run, run, get the fuck out of there. This time though it felt like it had been cranked up to ten. You anxiously glanced around at the other shops. The walkway you were practically cornered in was entirely empty thanks to the boardwalk getting ready to close down for the night. Laddie reached to tug on your hand silently making you look down. 

Your other hand inched closer and closer to your jacket pocket, where you had a switchblade tucked into just in case something like this were to ever happen. The inevitable moment where you’d have to protect yourself and Laddie from any oncoming danger. The rising tension between your boyfriends and the surf Nazis didn’t exactly help either, not that you could blame them.

“Oh come on babe stay a little longer. Me and my buddies were actually about to go get something to eat, you should join us!” He insisted, his attempt at a sweet smile only seeming more and more sinister the longer you stuck around. 

You frowned and raised a brow before shaking your head “No man, I really do gotta go. I’ve had a long day and I’d really just like to leave, and like I said my friends are waiting for me.” 

He raised his hands up in surrender, his smile not faltering “Hey no problemo. Maybe next time right, honey?” You had to suppress the disgusted shudder at the pet name. He stepped aside with his hands behind his back and let the two of you go, you sighed and brought Laddie closer to your side, continuing your journey to the parking lot a little faster this time. 

Once at your car you unlocked it and opened the back door, dropping the Laddie’s overnight bag onto the messy back seat and shutting the door, the sound echoing through the mostly empty parking lot. 

You heard feet shuffling behind you but brushed it off, assuming it was just Laddie walking to the other side of your car. Until you felt a hand clap down on your shoulder and slam you against the drivers side door. Your cheek was pressed against the cold metal of your car and you shivered when you felt a puff of warm air on your skin. 

“I thought you said your friends were waiting for you?” A harsh voice whispered against the shell of your ear. His body kept you pinned to your car leaving you with very little wiggle room, but you were able to dig through your pocket and fish out your knife, clicking it open and blindly stabbing behind you. His hand came around to try and grab your arm but you were able to knick him in the process, the sharp blade slicing across the top of his hand and then through the skin of his forearm making him yelp in surprise, hissing as he clutched the wounds that now had blood bubbling to the surface.

“You bitch!” He growled, his now bloodied hand burying itself in your hair, pulling your head back and slamming your forehead harshly against your car door, your head gave an instant throb at the assault and black spots dotted your vision. You felt your knees hit the asphalt below, not even realizing you were falling by the time your head was resting on the ground. All you could make out in the haze of your blackening vision was Laddie’s beaten up shoes frantically running to your side of the car, towards the danger. You felt your heart pick up and you wanted to yell at him to stay put but no words came out, a pathetic squeak coming from your parted lips instead. You could hear the faint echo of his voice yelling at you to get up. Your eyes were starting to slip closed. All sound started to fade, the only thing left being a loud never ending ringing as your body felt colder and colder before everything went silent.

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The smell of blood was thick in the air, dark red staining the sandy shore beneath their feet being the remaining evidence of what had happened just fifteen minutes prior. David flicks the remains of his cigarette into the flames and walks himself over to the water, attempting to clean off the drying blood before it cakes itself in his beard. He took his gloves off and stuffed them into his coat pocket so he could wet his hands and wash the blood from his face. 

“We’re all ready to go.” Dwayne said from behind him, his voice as level and soothing as always, even after feeding. His leather jacket was zipped up, not bothering to clean himself off beyond his face. Unlike Paul and Marko who had taken to splashing each other while attempting to clean the blood from their own faces.

Something was off about tonight, he couldn't place what or how, it was just something. A feeling that’s been gnawing at his senses since he stepped into the record shop to drop Laddie off with you. At first it was barely there, like an itch he couldn’t scratch, but as the night dragged on it was getting harder to ignore. 

David stood from his crouched position and pulled his gloves back over his fingers “Everything’s good?” He asked, not turning away from the water just yet. 

“Whatever’s left will be picked up by the rain that’s rolling in later tonight.” Dwayne answered, staring out at the water with his friend and tilting his head back to look at the moon. It was almost completely full, beaming down on the group as the stars around it sparkled. He side-eyed David, seeing how stiff his body was, the occasional facial twitch as his brows threatened to draw together. They could all feel the shifting in the air, a thickening blanket of unease driving their senses crazy and the brunette could tell David was close to dropping the calm façade. 

“Let’s get out of here already then!” Paul called from where he was standing in the water, itching to finally get to your apartment. 

David gave one last sigh before taking one step backwards from the wave that barely grazed his shoe, finally tearing his eyes away from the water and coaxing himself out of his own head. Dwayne was already turning around and heading over to the line of bikes, trailing just behind the two blondes. With one last look at the fire, David set off with them too, his fingers already inching closer to his pack of cigarettes. 

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You couldn’t even tell how long you had been tied to this chair, time lost in the pain that pulsed through your entire body. It was hard to focus on anything else other than the loud sound of rushing blood in your ears, almost deafening now that you were left to stew in your pain. Derek had gone off deeper into the warehouse, weaving around the almost endless racks of stolen clothes, beat up chairs that had the stuffing half hanging out of the bottom, a coffee table that had three different ashtrays sat atop it. Next to the ash trays was a picture that had a faded picture of his friends tucked behind the broken glass. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it, your mind still reeling at his revelation earlier in the night.

He had slapped down an all too recognizable horror comic, the very same one Sam showed you a few months after Max was killed. Derek’s copy was worn down from constant reading and had sticky notes protruding from the tops of the pages. He angrily told you how he had been out on a beer run one night and came back to the boys throwing his friend’s mauled bodies into the very same bonfire he had lit up not even two hours beforehand. How he was left with no answers until he found ‘Vampires Everywhere!’. 

Your whole body went rigid and cold, an acidic rock forming in your throat as you finally realized that he *knew*, he was all too aware of the boy’s undead status. Derek demanded you tell him the location of the coven’s hideout. When you wouldn’t budge he landed a blow on your jaw,  your cheek, hell even your stomach wasn’t safe from his violent outburst. You were shaking from the pain by the time he was done, his fingernails biting into the skin of your cheeks as he forced you to look into his eyes and he asked once again. 

“Where do those freaks hide out during the day?” 

To which you replied a choked and raspy “Fuck… You.” 

He was finally on his last nerve when he let out a strangled growl, pushing himself away from you, your face being forced to the side with his rough treatment, the force almost sending the old wooden chair you were tied in backwards. He stormed away, the thunk of his boots echoing loudly throughout the warehouse. Growing more and more distant until all you could hear was the radio that had so ironically been playing a Dead Kennedys song. 

You were sent into overdrive, scraping the ropes harshly against a nail that was poking out of the rickety wooden chair he had decided to strap you too. Your shoulders ached from the hours of having your hands tied behind your back, but a little more pain was worth the inevitable escape. So you worked faster, bringing the rope closer to the wood and the nail, your fingernails digging into your palms as the rope started to burn your bare wrists, having hiked up the sleeves to your jacket. 

Once you were finally up from the chair you ran over to the side table looking for something, anything you could use against Derek. You carefully moved the ashtrays and empty beer cans aside, fear gripping your throat so tight that you could hardly breathe. You let out a quiet frustrated sound as you came up short. There was nothing, no other tables, the whole room seemed to just be filled with useless junk, not a single weapon in sight.

You could hear the rope straining, sending your heart into your throat. The adrenaline coursing through you only escalated as you thought of Laddie and where he could possibly be in this place. You hadn’t seen him since being knocked out in the parking lot, but he had to be here. You could feel the rope tearing more and more until it finally gave one last loud snap, your burning wrists rubbed raw and red that ached to move. You grimaced as you urgently began untying the ropes around your ankles.

“Looking for this?”

You whipped around, Derek was standing at the entrance of the clothing rack maze, waving your own knife at you while holding Laddie against him with one arm secured over his chest. Laddie’s finger dug into Derek’s forearm, unable to push him away thanks to the loss of the strength he had as a half vampire. Derek tucked your knife in his back pocket and pulled Laddie closer to him. He shook his head and let out a long sigh, almost like you were a child that had misbehaved.

“I knew I should have tied you up with cords instead, too late now I guess.” He hit the side of his own head lightly with the palm of his hand, a smirk forming on his lips “How silly of me, right?”

You anxiously glanced back and forth from him and Laddie, the pit in your stomach was getting ready to swallow you whole at this point. Laddie looked at you fearfully, quietly muttering your name. You had to stop yourself from stepping closer out of instinct to comfort the child that you had grown so close to in the past year. 

“I thought I’d give you a little more motivation… you know to tell me where your buddies like to hang.” He shifted the wooden stake into his other hand and scratched the side of his head with the sharpened tip, almost as a way to taunt you with his carelessness “You know since you wouldn’t tell me when I was hurting you I just thought why not break out the big guns right?” 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You yelled, lip trembling “He’s just a child! He’s not even a vampire! He has nothing to do with any of this!”

“Oh sure he does! If he’s what gets me my answers then he has everything to do with this.” Derek chuckled, shrugging his shoulders, seemingly indifferent to the situation “I mean I don’t *want* to kill a kid but come on, you’re not really giving me any other choice here baby.” 

The casual usage of the pet name made you want to gag. His eyes were staring you up and down hugging Laddie closer to his body and challenged you with an eye squint, as if saying *”come get him, I dare you.”* 

You watched Derek’s every move, wishing just this once that you *were* a vampire. He dropped the hand that held the wooden stake down to his side, an angrier expression morphing on his features as he steps just a little closer. He was red in the face and a vein was starting to protrude from his neck, the visible anger was a lot scarier now that Laddie was in his arms, a ticking time bomb ready to explode any second. 

“Well?” He asked, tone dark and steady, even with the anger that was so evident “What’ll it be sweet cheeks?” 

Before you could even think up an answer a loud echoing boom sounded throughout the warehouse, making the three of your freeze. One rack of clothes after another was knocked to the ground with a loud clang while the wind whistled in the distance. 

“It’ll be nothing, you fucking piece of shit.” Star growled out, pinning Derek to the concrete ground, the heel of her shoe digging harshly into the thin fabric of his muscle tank top. Her features were sharp and her yellow eyes were narrowed down at the much larger man. She didn’t even flinch when he tried to pry her leg off of him, sputtering under the pressure, unable to breathe. Her strength had definitely maximized since she transitioned to a full vampire with Michael, not so easily thrown around now that she had strength that almost rivaled David’s. So it was safe to say he was going nowhere unless she allowed him to. 

Dwayne and David were the first ones to get to you. Dwayne swept Laddie up into his arms while David examined your bruised features, “You’re gonna be okay.” He said softly, cupping under your chin gently, the leather of his gloves being a welcome coolness against your heated skin. 

“Get them out of here,” Dwayne said to Michael, who was crouched next to Derek.

You could practically see the steaming anger roll off of the curly haired brunette in waves, knowing that over the year of him being a vampire he too had grown close to Laddie and saw him like a little brother who he felt the need to protect. 

“Hope you guys are up for dessert.” David’s voice echoed throughout the warehouse unlike any of the other’s. He looked back at you, and just by how his eyes flashed yellow you knew Derek would probably be in pieces by the time the six of them were done with him. 

They were all livid, and while David and Dwayne were the best at hiding it, Paul was not. He was fuming, practically foaming at the mouth as Marko had to hold him back from pouncing on Derek too early. After all he had threatened the life of their mate, and not only that but a child that was formerly a part of their coven as well, he had crossed all of the lines. Usually in hypothetical situations you had thought of you would always think Marko would be the angriest. But given how protective and clingy Paul could be, how he would practically purr at the mere sight of you, it made sense why he was most visibly angry out of the four of your boyfriends. 

“Michael.” Dwayne said more firmly this time, finally setting Laddie back down onto his feet so he could nudge the other brunette a little too harshly with his foot. Michael glared up at him only for his features to soften when he looked at both you and Laddie. “Go” He didn’t have to say much else to convince Michael. 

“Come on, let’s get you guys the hell out of here.” Michael urged, hoisting Laddie up on his back while you trailed closely behind, carefully walking over the fallen clothing racks. 

The outside of the warehouse was no better than the inside. It was a junkyard of discarded furniture, cars, and who knows what else. Thankfully though it wasn’t cold or windy like it had been the past couple of nights. Instead the humidity was starting to set in, ready for the rain that was coming. Even with the sticky heat, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort now that you were outside, knowing that tonight could have had a much different outcome if the vampires had come any later. 

“I scoped the area out with Marko so there aren’t any other surfers around.” Michael reassured, probably sensing your growing fear of the possibilities. “We won’t be long okay? I promise.” Michael squeezed your shoulder gently before letting Laddie off of his back, “You two stay put.” 

It was nice seeing how much Michael had grown, how caring and protective he had become over the coven. While his relationship with the boys certainly had it’s rocky patches they eventually smoothed out. He was one of them and watching him fly back to the warehouse left you smiling for the first time since Derek had walked up to you on the boardwalk. 

You looked down at Laddie, grabbing his hands gently and sitting both of you down on the grass beneath your feet. He seemed to be fine physically, and you were sure if Michael had smelled blood on him he would have said something. 

Even then you still had to ask “He didn’t hurt you did he?” You gently moved some strands of soft hair from in front of his eyes, trying to get a better look at his face. 

“No… but he hurt you though.” He answered sadly, turning the topic back on you. 

You chuckled quietly, wincing at the pain that still radiated from your stomach “I’ll be fine. Nothing a little Neosporin won’t fix.” Laddie stuck his tongue out at the mere mention of the medical product. All too familiar with it after his countless mishaps falling off of Dwayne’s skateboard or down the cave stares after it rained. 

“Ouch.” He muttered, shaking his head before giggling quietly. You smiled at him, pushing his shoulder gently before ruffling his hair.

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The cave felt so still. With the events that had happened tonight you weren’t very hopeful when it came to things being business as usual. It wasn’t still in a comfortable way either, it was a restless ‘who’s going to cave and ask the questions first’ suffocating stillness. David was sat smoking in his chair as per usual while the rest of the boys stared around or at you almost like they were waiting to see if you were going to fall apart. Which at this point you weren’t entirely sure if you would or not either. In a way you were surprised how quiet the boys were. No fight sparked, nobody demanded answers from you, just silence accompanied by comforting touches and loving kisses. Even Star and Michael stayed behind, planning on staying for the next few nights just in case. You knew they would be paranoid going back home and leaving Laddie behind, who refused to leave without you. 

Dwayne sat next to you, cleaning the dry blood from your face gently, while Paul clung to your other side remaining mindful of your other bodily injuries. Your hands still shook from the remaining adrenaline and your head was still pounding from the onslaught of abuse you had suffered while with Derek. He had been so insistent on getting to the boys, planning on going down any road he could just to avenge his friends. 

All in all the night had been a complete shitshow. But at least you and Laddie were safe, whether you actually felt so or not was up to you. Tonight had been enough to shake you up for a while, and you knew any other interactions with future surf Nazis would surely bring up some unwanted memories.

Paul squeezed your hand, bringing you closer to his body when Dwayne finally finished cleaning you up. All of the bloodied rags discarded to the side to be taken care of tomorrow.

“What d’you think of me and the boys spending the night in your room.” Paul asked quietly, his chin resting on your shoulder as he strategically caged you in between his legs and against his chest. “So no big bad vamp slayers can get to our girl.” He attempted to tease, but it only served to turn your stomach. 

It truly wasn’t something you had concerned yourself with, or thought anything of. Derek’s incessant visits to the record store had been short from unusual, if anything he was considered a regular right under the boy’s. But it wasn’t until tonight that you realized it was for a much deeper and sinister purpose, and it terrified you. He had talked in detail about how he had stalked you and your schedule for months, watching your every move on the boardwalk up until tonight. All of this just to get a shot at the boys, a shot he *knew* he would miss.

Plus you hated the idea of going to the boys over every little thing. You were a big girl who can handle her own business and you didn’t think it was something that concerned them. You didn’t want to rely on them for everything, that wasn’t something you ever wanted. If there was something you needed to take care of alone you were willing to do it, but with Derek’s extensive observation you had no chance of winning against him alone. 

“Hey…” Dwayne muttered, fingers brushing gently under your chin to lift your head up “This isn’t your fault. You know that right?” 

You nodded, not knowing how to respond verbally. His eyes were soft and understanding, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips before bringing your legs over his lap and scooting closer to both you and Paul. They didn’t want to leave you alone tonight, knowing you needed all the reassurance as possible right now. Especially with so much guilt weighing on your shoulders, you felt like you were seconds away from cracking. But the closer they got the less suffocated you felt. At this moment, you felt at home.

#poly tlb #tlb 1987 #tlb imagine #tlb #dwayne the lost boys #david the lost boys #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #michael the lost boys #star the lost boys #The Lost Boys 1987 #the lost boys #marko #dwayne #david #paul #laddie #star #michael e #monster writes

[maesterchill]

TOP FIVE OF 2020

Thanks for the tag @dragontamerdame @ohdrarry @bluebutter-art @tackytigerfic @bonesliketambourines @lazywonderlvnd @sitp-recs I love you all and it was so wonderful to see what you are most proud of in 2020. Because, fucking hell, its been a rollercoaster, so creating anything is a real achievement.

It’s been tricky to choose to be honest, as I don’t feel I’ve been on form at all. I’ve mostly been spurred to create when it’s a gift for someone else. But here are my Top Five efforts in this shitshow of a year (in reverse chronological order):

Few Know What You Are (ART) -

This one was also a gift for a friend, the heavenly @shealwaysreads, and I wanted to capture a heart-stopping moment from her incredible fic If an Injury is to be Inflicted. I tried to use different brushes from my usual boring ‘round paintbrush’ so it looks a bit unpolished but that was the intention. It was also a real challenge to draw a glamoured Harry... no glasses, no scar, sandy blond hair... [insert gif of confused Miss J Alexander going howww?]

Oxygen - (FIC & ART, 4k, Teen)

A little fic and art I created for my good friend @tackytigerfic where not much of anything happens but there’s smoking and a kiss and some real talk. The art was an afterthought, and so very ROUGH, but my buddies assured me Tacky would love it, and you know, I think maybe she does (Do you even KNOW how hard that is for me to accept? I’m far too Irish for this world). And I loved writing and drawing it! So there's that.

Fit Together (ART) -

An artwork I created for my fandom little brother @timothysboxers He asked for Workout!Draco (because he IS Workout!Draco) and this was what he got. It was my first attempt at a more ‘comic/cartoon’ style, and I’m now in awe of anyone who can draw consistently like this. Having them look the SAME each time, such witchcraft 😲

When the Fallout Comes - (FIC, 7k, Explicit)

My Kinkfest entry! If you like hands and fingers, you’re in good company, because so does Draco Malfoy! I was inspired by @candybarrnerd‘s amazing 2019 Erised fic Within These Walls; there was thumb-and-mouth action, and by golly I liked it. It was really fun to write this from Draco's perspective, slightly unreliable narrator, and with a serious obsession 😂 🖐

Calamity’s Fool (ART) -

A book cover gift for @aibidil in celebration of her gorgeous Jeddy & Wolfstar fic Calamity’s Child. I loved the fic so much and absolutely adored drawing Sirius, Remus, Teddy, James and A WEE BABY (I won’t spoil who the baby is, but you should READ this fic!). 

So, that's the list. Apologies go out to all my other creations this year, mama loves you guys too!! *does heart shape with hands*

I'm tagging @aibidil @tsundanire @rockmarina @candybarrnerd @april-thelightfury115 @sassy-cissa @celilasart @tasteofshapes @lastontheboat @pauleonotis @katie-bt @lqtraintracks @shealwaysreads Sorry if you've already done this or been tagged!

#Top 5 of 2020 #maesterchill draws #maesterchill writes #top five #top 5 game

[spotsupstuff]

You should really consider making a little comic of macaque x tang, because the way you draw them is just so cute and adorable, I love it so much, you don’t have too if you don’t want to, I just really love seeing more of these two by you and it would be a really cute little few pages comic. Just an idea 🥰 love your art by the way

oh id absolutely adore makin a comic for these two, tots! the thing is that i have an origin comic that im already kinda slackin on in the works that will be longer than anythin ive ever attempted before (longest comic ever ive done was 5 pages or 3 fully colored n shaded, that isnt hard to beat but yanno) n i aint the fastest artist out there, so even a few pages mean a lot of time gets put into it

i DO have a few more doodle ideas that could count as mini comics, however, and there IS a major plot point in fruit twins au that gets taken care of thanks to interaction between six ear n táng (n sandy, since the plot point is based in convo bout psychology and the nature of a self) so there will def be more of em in the future, no doubts!

#Spot says stuff #i have also too many wips for more standalone pieces and i promised vix id draw more of wan ji (cuz i want to) and also- #-i really need to finish my commie sheet cuz even tho i dont plan on takin commies anytime soon its been naggin me