#i literally made this comic from start to finish in two days

[bluegiragi]

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Ghost visits Soap while they're both on mandated leave for the holidays. He'd like to say that dropping off something for Price was the only reason he made the trip but...that would be a lie.

#i literally made this comic from start to finish in two days #thats the strength of this brainrot #i took a lot of influence from umikochannart if any of you know her #particularly the outlined highlights and the use of screentones #i really liked doing this actually but colouring always tired me out so this isnt setting a precedent for coloured comics in the future #im just #i wanted to do something special #for the holidays #and especially for these two idiots who deserve each other #happy holidays to everyone but especially gay people #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #john mactavish #john soap mactavish #cod mw2 #giragi art #comic art

[wosoluver]

Trying hard

TW: suggestive content

Andrea x Teammate!reader

"Why are the both of you fighting so hard to hate eachother?" - Asked Lola.

No one on the team understood where all that came from. And seemingly not even you or Andrea seemed to know.

"She started it."

You were all doing warm ups in training

"Literally when?" - Lola insisted knowing her friend very well. And Andrea just huffed at her.

You were new on the team, arrived in the beginning of the season. You were a forward, she was a defender, you naturally clashed a lot during trainings.

But still there was never an event to cause your constant bickering at each other.

"Everyone dividing into teams." - Yelled the coach.

As usual the two of you were in opposite sides. But twenty minutes in Medina started to get frustrated. She couldn't manage to stop your attacks, that led her to commit a bunch of fouls, this one had been particularly hard.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" - you screamed out as you got up. You were in pain but in the moment you saw red. And you pushed her back. - "You aways pull this shit! Try to learn how to manage your anger issues. It's not my fault you suck at your job."

And that's all it took for her to stand up and try to start a physical fight.

But thankfully you were separated by your teammates.

"You two are staying late as punishment." - That's the only thing coach said before starting the game once again. You stayed on the sidelines trying to cool down.

You couldn't help but watch her every move. How the sweat glistened over her muscles as she gave her all on the pitch.

"Alright we're done for the day. Not you, Medina and Y/L/N, you two are working on your 1 v 1 and if you start another fight we'll have a problem."

"Fuck!" - You let out under your breath.

You grabbed the ball closest to you.

You two did some drills, but when you tried to pass her once again she pulled you down, but you managed to trip her with your legs, and soon she was on the ground too.

"Your not gonna yell at me?" - she asked.

"I'm too tired for that." -

"Why do you do it?"

"You're the one who keeps attacking me! But I apologize for saying your not good at your job. You're actually pretty skilled."

"Yeah, just not enough to stop you."

You looked over at her watching how the sun made her eyes look, their prettiest.

"Sorry for being harsh, I just- it's frustrating."

You got up and offered her a hand up in the process, which she took.

"Let's go."

You both went into the locker room, and went straight to shower. But she accidentally slipped on the wet floor right in front of you, taking you down with her.

"This one was not intentional I swear!"

"I'm so going to get bruised." - you said trying to help each other up. But failing miserably. But taking the situation in comically.

When you two finally managed getting up, you finished showing and getting changed.

"Can you give me a ride home? I came with Lola this morning."

"You'll owe me one."

"Fine."

Next day everyone was shocked when the two of you started joking around.

"Oye, I'll go easy on you today!"

"No, you can't!"

You left for the gym, as Andrea stayed behind.

"I knew it!" - Said Lola.

"Knew what?"

"You two liked each other deep down."

The younger girl only rolled back her eyes. Leaving the room. She didn't want to admit to anything.

She stared at you the whole day. Now that she couldn't blame it on the hate, she realized that maybe those feelings she had, were more than frustration. It was a mix of admiration and longing. It felt somewhat like a crush. And the realization made her cheeks red.

"Y/N! Can you stay and train with me for a little longer?"

"Yeah of course."

Lola simply looked suspiciously at her friend. - "Don't you need me to give you a ride home?"

"Y/N can take me."

"Okay." - She didn't want to insist too much. But she knew something was up.

After spending another hour training you decided to call it a day. Heading inside.

"You're doing better at blocking me."

"You're still winning though."

"Give it some time, you'll get there."

That week during the derby, between the team and Real Madrid. You were being ferociously taken down. Probably for the same reason as aways. But that was working you up, and Andrea as well. Even if she wasn't personally getting hurt.

But when they took Wifi down, as she was about to enter the penalty area, Andrea was so annoyed, she started running from the other side of the pitch to start a fight with Oihane. But before she could you intercepted her, pulling her away the best you could.

"Hey, stop if you get another card, you're out of the game."

"I don't care!"

"Well, I'm not letting you."

"You can't boss me around like you do to everyone else!"

You thought you were past this stage of fighting for no reason. She thought so too, but right now she couldn't deal with the pressure of the game, her hot headed need to bite back and the way your arms held her back with force against yourself.

Once the game was over and you were ready to leave, you walked towards the car without saying goodbye to anyone.

But unfortunately Andrea was able to catch up with you.

"I'm really sorry."

"I thought we were on good terms!"

"I can explain, can we please get into the car?"

"I'm not giving you a ride."

"I'm not asking for one. I just want to talk privately."

You huffed as you unlocked the doors.

You both sat respectively in your seats. You waited for her to start talking.

"My head was spinning out of control. The way they were making so many fouls, and we were struggling to keep up, was getting to me and when you held me back in your arms, I just exploded."

"You keep throwing your frustrations on me again and again."

"I know, but I've been trying to fix it, since I realized where they came from."

"Which is what? Your anger issues?"

"I don't have anger issues, it's you!"

"I don't have any anger issues!"

"No, I mean I have a crush on you.

That's what has bothered me from the start!"

By now you just stared at her, mouth agape.

"You're not going to say anything?"

But before she had barely ended her sentence, you kissed her passionately. This led her to pull you from the driver's seat to seat on her lap. And when you pulled away to breathe, she decided to pull you to the backseat to blow off all the steam you had build up during the game.

And you thanked god you were parked so far from everyone else that day.

#woso x reader #espwnt #andrea medina #andrea medina x reader #atletico madrid femenino

[luckycharms1701]

Hihihi!

First and foremost, I hope you're doing great❤️

Could I get headcanons for Leo with a fem! reader who likes to bite him? Like, when he least expects it, she love bites his arm or shoulder?

oh hell yes i am doing great looking at this ask! you can absolutely get some headcanons for this anon-chan!

… normally i’d pick one, but i want to explore their differences and similarities so you can have both.

edit: you: asks for headcanons me: but what if? it turned into a story instead? (sorry anon-chan, i uh got carried away)

Bayverse Leo: He would hate it at first. I imagine that he and Raph used to fight a lot as kids (“used to” lol) and as we all know, turtles bite. So when you first start doing this, he’s going to jerk away and think you’re crazy. Why are you trying to fight with him??? When you explain that you were just so overwhelmed with affection that you couldn’t help yourself, he might check your temperature to make sure you’re not sick. Eventually, he’ll get used to it. He seems to tolerate it at best. You have to be careful, if he’s in a certain mood he will snap at you for it. No matter how adorable his pouting is.

The change is, to you at least, sudden. He’s never made any indication that he does more than tolerate you biting him. But there is a day when it seems like everything has gone wrong for Leo. Mikey and Raph literally crashed into him while he was meditating during a prank gone wrong. He spilled his tea on Splinter’s favorite Lionel Ritchie album. Patrol was a hot mess that ended up with Raph injured. By the time Leo makes it to your apartment, all he wants is to lie down and not get up again.

You already have his favorite pizza, so he just needs to eat it and lie down with his head in your lap while you turn on some mindless television to take his mind off things. Your fingers run absentmindedly down his arm as you keep your eyes on the TV. You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from biting him, you know it won’t be accepted. You’ll have to find another way to show him how much you love him.

So you startle badly when he lifts his arm and holds it in front of your face. You look down to find him watching you, an intense look you’ve never quite seen before in his eyes. He nods. You hesitate only a moment more before opening your mouth and gently biting down on his wrist. Leo sighs as all the tension leaves him, and your eyes widen as he picks up your hand and brings it to his own mouth. He holds your gaze as he bites down, even more gently than you did to him. Oh. Oh.

After that, he doesn’t do it often. But if you catch him just right, he’ll give you a little love bite back.

~~~

Rise Leo: He would be amused the first time, and a little confused.  Would definitely make a joke bad enough that you start gnawing on him in annoyance. When you explain to him that he is just too cute and you couldn’t stop yourself, he’s going to stare at you for a second as he tries to comprehend that you think he’s cute. Then he’s going to strike a pose and say something about knowing how irresistible he is. He doesn’t mind at all if you keep doing it, but gets super uncomfortable if you do it in public. Every time you bite him, his smile gets a little warmer and more genuine.

It’s a normal day, the day you realize exactly how important you biting him is to Leo. You’ve just arrived at the lair, excited to see him. You drape yourself over his back where he’s reading comics on the floor and snuggle into his cheek, proclaiming dramatically how much you missed him. He leans into you with his customary smirk, not taking his eyes off the page in front of him.

Before you can give him a little bite on the shoulder, practically a customary greeting for the two of you at this point, Mikey calls your name. He wants to show you a piece he recently finished. You get up and follow Mikey out, not noticing the way Leo sits up straight and watches you go with a look of distress. You don’t think anything of the fact that you didn’t give Leo a love bite.

When you return, it’s to find your turtle sulking. When you ask him what’s wrong, he studies you without a word. Then he manhandles you onto the nearest soft flat surface and lays down on top of you. Leo nuzzles your shoulder and stretches his mouth around it, biting down firmly enough for you to feel it but not enough to hurt. You’ll have to apologize later, but for now you just hold him and give him a love bite back.

After that, you can never give him a love bite in public again. But he will bite you back.

~~~~~~~

head bonks: @yorshie @avery73 @justalotoffanfiction @thejudiciousneurotic @writinandcrying

#tmnt #bayverse leo #bayverse leo x reader #rise leo #rise leo x reader #aw fuck #theory tag #i'm not putting this in both #talking tag #hhhhhhhh as someone who would love bite everyone i know if i could this makes me yearn #d- #don't look at the time #just don't think about it #it's fine #i'm fine

[cskv11]

Any doodles of bill or unrelated drawings you wanna share? I like your blog a ton, I'd eat your art like a four course meal, man!

Hi!!!! I'm not gonna lie, this made me cry a little hahaha, it makes me very happy to see that people enjoy the little thingies I create, I appreciate your kind words, really!!

As for doodles and other stuff apart from what I post, I'm not very active right now, since I'm more focused on the requests I get (it helps me a lot to get out of my comfort zone) so what you see on my blog is pretty much what there is.

If we're talking about blog related stuff, I've got some scrapped material, like for example:

That one request I got of Dipper watching with Stan "The Duchess Approves" was originally supposed to be a comic, but I considered it excessive:

(There is no dialogue because I changed plans before I had started to write them, haha)

This one I couldn't find the inspiration to finish:

And this one is from a short comic I didn't have time to finish:

The funny thing about it is that I got a request of a drawing about literally the same topic, but with Bill in it instead of Mabel. (If you can guess the context of this panel, I'll have no choice but to finish the original version).

This is a very rough initial sketch of a little thing I thought would come out as funny but have never polished it:

I have also explored some older Dipper and Mabel desings (these are super rough, they make me cringe when I see 'em), for a super secret project that I don't know if it'll ever come to light:

And that's all the Gravity Falls related stuff that I've got! For now, of course...

And to finish, these are two of my favorite non-fandom related drawings that I've made:

I hope these tidbits of my work are good enough to serve you a good meal!

Thank you again for your words, you made my day!!

#ask #gravity falls #the-real-cheese

[genericpuff]

Hi! Maybe this is a difficult question with no answer, but as a fan of Rekindled who might want to start their own comic, what do you suggest to avoid burnout? Do you start wiht writting the script right away, you doodle a bit,..? Thanks for reading, I love how you draw big noses, makes me more comfy with mine!

no fr my dark secret is that i've been experiencing burnout with my main original project that I've spent the last decade working on for literally a year now. this isn't the first long hiatus i've taken, the longest one i've ever been on has lasted two years, and it's undoubtedly not the last i'll experience because the lump of salt and fat and tissue that is my brain often overworks itself into exhaustion like a big dummy

rekindled has been my reprieve from the burnout. it has been my vacation from years of working on the same project, meeting the same deadlines, drawing the same characters, over and over and over again since before i was in college.

if there's anything working on rekindled has made clear to me, it's that i'm still capable of drawing comics. the comic-making isn't the problem. it's just that when you work on the same project for years and trap yourself in an uphill battle, eventually your climbing gear is bound to break.

if there's another thing that rekindled has opened my eyes to, it's the insanity that i put myself through prior to rekindled that led to my burnout in the first place.

i get people telling me that they couldn't imagine doing what i do, that even before i had my assistant helping me out, i was still able to put out 30-40 panel updates every week.

but before that, i was putting out 70-90 panel episodes of my original work. every week. full color. full spread action scenes. no assistant. very little financial gain aside from a couple patrons on patreon and one dedicated viewer on twitch, which i was also streaming on 2-3 times a week.

and now that i've been working on rekindled and even finding myself often crunched for time with that, i have zero clue, no idea, a complete lack of comprehension of how i pulled off 70-90 panels a week for months on end. there's a reason it resulted in burnout and i know that now. this comparison is not for the sake of a flex - this comparison is to make it clear that much of what i do isn't the norm and isn't exactly a healthy standard. case in point, i sneezed while sweeping up yesterday morning and it caused a muscle strain in my lower back/hips and i've been working out of my bed since, i'm in a lot of pain and it might mean i don't make any money this week if it's not better by the time i have to do my appointments at my day job on thursday. my need to create my personal passion projects is often at odds with my bad habits of not taking care of myself 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。

when it comes to tackling burnout, your guess is as good as mine. really it just comes down to rest. when burnout - real, true burnout - hits, it's not just "man i'm bored of working on this", it's "i can't even think of looking at this thing let alone working on it", it's basically akin to depression and it's an awful thing that i wouldn't even wish on my worst enemy (even with Rachel, I don't want to psychoanalyze her mental health but it does seem like she's possibly been experiencing burnout with LO for years now and that really sucks for her if that's true). so the solution is just as complicated as the cause, it's not something that you can just rest from for a week and come back from, it takes real long-term healing.

when I found my way out of that 2 year hiatus, it was in spring of 2019 and I decided to just work on a random comic page that wasn't even in the comic I was working on. and then suddenly it was like a switch flicked back into the on position and i didn't even finish what i was working on, i just went back to my original project and i kept working on it until it was finally finished at the end of 2021. as suddenly and randomly as it had set in, it was gone. but i can't just do the same thing this time, it just doesn't work that way.

that said, through all this, i've learned that my need to create is not restricted to any one tangible thing, i'm not doomed or designed to stick with the same words, the same faces, the same ideas until the end of time. while i do try to keep up healthy routines for myself to ensure i'm looking out for my future self and their deadlines and their upload schedules, sometimes the heart wants what the heart wants. and in my case, the heart wanted to take a break from the self-reflective psychological analysis dark fantasy weebo stuff and just draw some pink and blue characters a little less ugly. the self-reflective weebo shit will still be there when i'm done with the pink and blue stuff, and i'll surely have loads of new things to unpack through it once i return.

there are still times when i'm working on rekindled and i'm feeling the creeping hand of my routine destruction digging its claws into my back. the reality is that 30-40 panels is still a lot for someone like myself who's doing this entirely for free, but my definition of normal for a while was so insanely inhumane that even what's still considered a lot by most people's standards feels sane and normal to me after what i put myself through.

i've learned to be more gentle with myself, and to loosen my own expectations of what i'm capable of to ensure i don't do anything like that to myself, by myself, again. i give myself room to create without expectations or the pressure of eyes watching when i can, and i remind myself that even if burnout rears its head again, and again, and again, the will to create is not gone. it's just tired, and resting, and growing, and healing as i am.

anyways that turned into a self-reflective essay post, to answer your question about making stuff ahead of time, i find that's more helpful with just like, planning out a structured story (so you don't write yourself into a corner) but whether or not it helps with burnout kind of depends. because it can just as also easily be the cause of the problem because constantly seeing the stuff you wanna be drawing so far away can be just as much of a morale killer as a motivator. some of the stuff i'm super psyched to write and draw with time gate is years away and that timeline grows longer the more the burnout goes on which makes the struggle feel even more overwhelming and pointless and defeating. so plan ahead, but keep it all within your means if you can. i find what works for me is planning out just general beat-to-beat plot structures (to ensure i at least have a plot skeleton going on so i know where i'm going) then i leave the finer details to when the actual episode i've planned gets closer to fruition and i can get myself in the headspace to write it fully.

also remember that just because you're really excited and motivated to work on your comic doesn't mean you should work yourself into exhaustion - it's a good thing if you're going through the mundane of your daily routine and the whole time you're hyped af to work on your hobby/personal project/etc. because that's what will keep you moving forward, so don't spend all that hype in one place by working and working and working until you're exhausted, because that hype is REALLY hard to get back after you've spent it all.

long post over! hope that helps! best of luck in your projects! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

#also aaah thank you for the nose compliment haha #i love drawing different kinds of noses <3 #ama #ask me anything #anon ama #anon ask me anything #self post

[denimbex1986]

'Before I saw the Barbie movie, I was resolutely against ever seeing the Barbie movie. Despite the fact that as a child I loved Barbie, who I interviewed regularly for important radio segments in her coral peach ball gown, I decided that the last thing I needed was 90 neon-coloured-Margot-Robbie-filled minutes of a film which would obviously have nothing new to offer me; a grown-up feminist woman who stopped idealising the problematic Barbie aesthetic decades ago.

But then the reviews from angry men started rolling in. You only had to be vaguely near the internet after Barbie’s release to hear the resounding roars of the mostly middle-aged; outraged that such an abomination against “all men” could even be allowed to exist. The reviews began to read like dreamy promotional soundbites: “An alienating, dangerous and perverse film”, “They won’t be happy until we are all gay”.

These men were really, really wound up about this film. They loathed it. They were spitting fury at Greta Gerwig for creating a piece of such obvious, glaring, “anti-men, feminist propaganda”.

And so, when I was asked by one of my teenage children if I would be up for a day of “Barbenheimer”, I said “yes”: newly salivating at the potential of a project that could cause this much delicious backlash.

I decided I would swallow my aversion towards sustained exposure to powder pink, get Barbie watched, then chase it all away with a good dose of brooding grey, historically accurate cinema. Despite the promise of those furious reviews, I still expected to enter and exit the cinema despising Barbie and in awe of Oppenheimer.

During the five hours of media and popcorn consumption that followed, a chain reaction set in motion that left me changed. It made the vitriolic reviews of Barbie, calling Greta Gerwig’s masterpiece “anti-men”, even more comical. The irony was bright and clear to me: Oppenheimer is anti-women.

And the thing is that Oppenheimer is not different to most films. Because most films are anti-women.

We just don’t take to the internet to rage about it because we’re used to it; desensitised by the decades of cinematic women who exist only to paint their lips red, bare their breasts and give the important male protagonists something to play with.

Is Barbie anti-men? Oh, I hope so (it isn’t, it’s anti-patriarchy), but also, frankly, I don’t care. Because if it is – after decades of movies made by male directors like Oppenheimer’s Christopher Nolan, it has good reason to be.

And it does what it so brilliantly does within the sparkly, imaginary bubble of an entirely fictional world where the male characters it side-lines are literally plastic dolls, all called Ken (except Alan); fake toys who simply can’t even breathe. Anti-women films like Oppenheimer on the other hand, sideline or completely erase very real, flesh-and-blood women who lived whole lives and made significant contributions to our world.

So, if you’re a man who has watched Barbie and felt angry or irritated or just plain strange while watching the depiction and treatment of the Kens – then welcome to cinema. That is what it feels like to be a woman watching Hollywood movies most of the time.

But here’s the thing – that poor Ken doll you’re lamenting over, is not Leona Woods; who at 23 was one of the youngest female scientists the Manhattan project employed. Ken, unlike Leona, was not present at the first nuclear chain reaction and Ken did not have to do what Leona did – which was to conceal her pregnancy until two days before her baby was born. Ken is also not Elizabeth Graves; a scientist entirely essential to the project’s success who was completing an experiment when she went into labour and did not stop the experiment until it was finished, timing her contractions with a stopwatch. Let’s see Christopher Nolan make a three-hour-long film about that.

Neither Woods nor Graves feature in Oppenheimer, which, like so many anti-women films, manages to assume such an air of authority that it can leave us assuming that its astounding lack of female representation must be down to its admirable commitment to historical accuracy. I’ve heard the cries – “It is called Oppenheimer after all. How much do you expect it to worry about its women?” And perhaps it’s true – you can’t very well expect a film about the very intelligent physicists who tackled the science behind creating the atomic bomb to change facts just for representation can you?

No. But you can and should expect such a film to accurately and fairly represent the female scientists who were, in fact, right there – alongside Oppenheimer and his men, ensuring the Manhattan Project’s success. Perhaps it might have been appropriate if viewers left the three-hour epic clear in the knowledge that Kitty Oppenheimer didn’t only drink herself to distraction while taking care of screaming children and dropping a hip flask out of her handbag at every possible moment; she was also a trained botanist who was employed at Los Alamos to take blood and test the levels of radiation exposure of her colleagues.

More than 600 women worked on the Manhattan Project at Los Alamos alone, yet the only female scientist given any recognition in Nolan’s world is Lilli Hornig, who speaks only briefly, mostly in opposition to the bomb’s use. And what about Charlotte Serber? Who Nolan depicts as Oppenheimer’s secretary, completely erasing her vital work as scientific librarian for the project’s “secret library” and who, with no formal training, became the only female group leader, overseeing a staff of 12 people while also risking her safety in counter-espionage efforts.

Oppenheimer doesn’t only fail the Bechdel test, it fails to represent the real women who contributed so significantly to that morally fraught turning point in history. Those women were physicists, engineers, chemists, mathematicians. They existed. And, as is so often the case, many of their achievements have been forgotten and remain unrecognised, by both history and cinema.

As I continue to emerge from my Barbenheimer experience, researching the lost women of the Manhattan project and occasionally still basking in the disgust of all those angry men who need to hate the work of art that is Barbie, it becomes ever clearer: anti-women is the benchmark of mainstream filmmaking and some people are simply unable to deal with the plastic Manolo Blahnik being on the other foot.'

#Barbenheimer #Oppenheimer #Barbie #Margot Robbie #Greta Gerwig #Leona Woods #Elizabeth Graves #The Manhattan Project #Kitty Oppenheimer #Los Alamos #Lilli Hornig #Charlotte Serber

[sketch-shepherd-art]

Alright so I’ve finally finished all of Make Your Mark on Netflix (I have no interest in Tell Your Tale) and, well… I certainly have thoughts. Unfortunately I felt MLP G5 (even including A New Generation) was pretty weak. I don't HATE G5 of course, but it certainly has problems. Not counting the ton of continuity errors and plot holes and retcons from G4, most of the episodes + specials on their own I found flat and boring.

And yes I KNOW that G5 deserves to be its own thing and shouldn’t rely 100% on G4’s popularity but come on… a sequel series still needs SOME connection to its predecessor, and G5 has so little of it?? And the worst part is that the super sparse FIM references were for legal reasons, which makes me even wonder why bother setting it in the same universe as G4 instead of just making a complete reboot. And yes I’ve heard that the G5 comics actually go deeper into the lore, but important worldbuilding details should be included in the show proper, not in supplemental materials. 

So yeah, that only inspired me to make even more changes for my MLP next gen AU. Starting with a bunch of different ideas I have for Opaline. More details about my revamped design and backstory for her under the cut

First off, her canon design is way too gaudy and takes away a lot of her intended scare factor, so I redesigned her with multiple variants. For all versions I removed her blue eyeshadow and the braids around her ears (too ridiculous-looking and difficult for me to draw), and made her hair a bit more asymmetrical. 

As for my version of her backstory, rather than Opaline being over a thousand years old and having known Celestia and Luna when they were fillies, I made Opaline a former student of Twilight who became her successor as the next Alicorn Princess. Only Opaline didn't do a great job as a ruler which caused Twilight to drain her of her magic and banish her to the outskirts of Equestria.

But after Twilight died of old age (don't ask me why Twilight didn't find a new successor, still working that out) the magic shield locking Opaline outside Equestria faded and allowed her back in. So she was the one who caused disharmony between ponies all over again (yeah kind of a repeat of the Nightmare Moon situation but), and additionally kidnapped Misty as a filly to use her as a spy and do tasks to help Opaline get her powers back, including her wanting to steal dragon fire to become a fire Alicorn like in canon.

Made this change for two reasons 1) the whole “ancient villain who knew Celestia and Luna back in the day escaped now and is planning to wreak havoc on modern Equestria” has been done a hundred times already in FIM, let a new villain form literally during Twilight’s reign 2) it would keep the rejection aspect of Opaline's canon backstory but give her more personal beef with Twilight which is why Opaline targets her

so my AU wouldn't just have all ponies restore unity and then have Opaline just come as a threat right after like A New Generation + Make Your Mark did. Achieving harmony between pony AND non-pony kind would be done over the course of a series and not just one movie, with Equestria being restored + Misty being freed after Opaline's defeat. The Unity Crystals still play a role in my AU, with Twilight having created them as a new alternative to the Elements of Harmony rather than just a macguffin to stop Opaline specifically.

Also if it were up to me I like my #3 redesign the best, the blue hues would probably fit the best for a fire-based villain (fire being blue when it's hottest and all) but that depends on if/when I wanna draw my AU Opaline in the future

#my art #mlp sketchverse #mlp g5 #opaline arcana #mlp opaline #mlp make your mark #my little pony make your mark #redesign #mlp redesign #mlp au #my little pony g5

[luna-alatus]

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----------------------------------------------------------------------------- ➷ Headcanon➷ ╚» Reader has decided to get new glasses, resulting is some.. comical events ╚» Prompt: "Hey there (reader)- Oh wow you got new glass-.. glasses... AH CRAP-!" ╚» Charcter/s: Atsushi Nakajima, Dazai Osamu Pt. 2 - Atsushi Nakajima | ft. Kunikida, Dazai ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- » Atsushi Nakajima - So, when Atsushi had just become a new member of the agency and met you guys for the first time. - It was.. eventful to say the least. Maybe because somehow our bandaged detective friend had made it quite awkward with the entire dramatic introductions - "Atsushi Nakajima! Meet (Reader) (Last name)!! They're also your age so you two get along well yes?~" (basically.. classic Dazai moments) - Though after that well, everything seemed to go fine with you both, the tiger boy would help you around with work and you'd do the same Sometimes you'll even head out to go and get something nice to eat for lunch! ^^ - (Dazai will crash said hangout here and there- but Kunikida stops him dw) - And yeah, basically a nice blooming friendship-.. but, the day the (reader) was seen wearing glasses in the agency well- this might have convinced the tiger boy that he may like you more than friends~ _____________________________________________________________ » Scenerio

Atsushi had just finished helping Dazai out with a case they had needed to finish- and well asides from that they had a few breaks here and there.. but that just literally and basically means he had to fish the bandaged male out of the rivers they'd try to jump in on the case. Again... But anyways, back to the present timeline! As they headed back to the agency Atsushi would immediately notice the lack of a certain someone's presence and much to his dismay. It seemed (reader) was out doing their own errands as well, so without much thought as to what it was or what it may be- (since our sunshine boy does not want to make any assumptions about you~) He had returned to his desk and started to work through the papers he needed to finish-.. sadly Dazai had added more papers to that line of papers he needed to finish. But he didn't mind too much.. not with Dazai's whining. "Come on please Atsushi-kun?~ I promise to finish my own work tomorrow!" Dazai would practically beg the younger male to do his own work, promising to do it tomorrow.. which was of course a lie. Without much of a choice, and with a heavy sigh Atsushi just gave the bandaged detective a smile and a nod. "A-alright then Dazai-san.. you got it.. still..! You can't keep doing this- Kunikida is going to get mad at you again.." Dazai just shrugs and smiles at them happily, "Who cares..! It's not like he's here right now~ Still, he isn't the only one missing.. it seems (Reader)-chan is too huh?" Atsushi nodded at his mentor's words, it seemed he wasn't the only one who took note of the (h/c) haired detective's absence in the agency- though at the same time he'd also notice the absence of the blonde man Kunikida. Usually Kunikida would be around here in the agency by this time.. surely they aren't late? "Kunikida is probably doing something else.. and (reader).. hm, maybe they're doing a case with Kunikida as well?" The student and mentor just stare at one another before they both shrugged and went back to work-.. or at least, Atsushi did. After a while, Atsushi went to go down to the cafe a bit as per Dazai's request- to go and buy them both lunch before he headed back up to the agency. About to call for the bandaged male before his jaw slightly dropped at the sight.. (Reader) and Kunikida were back and were chatting with the suicidal detective, but what had caught his attention to actually make him look dumbfounded was the fact the (reader) was wearing glasses- new glasses specifically..! They looked pretty with them on.. gorgeous even-.. it had gotten Atsushi distracted at the current task in hand to go and give Dazai his lunch while he also enjoyed his own. So distracted that-.. he had ran into a wall on accident. Yeah, great go him!

"AH-! Ow…. oh boy- uh uhm! H-hey..!" Nakajima would stutter out as Kunikida, Dazai and the (reader)'s eyes would pause on the male.

Before Dazai had busted out laughing, the (reader) chuckling a bit but it was obvious they were a bit worried about the poor male.

Kunikida on the other hand just sighed at the male's distracted self. But there was a ghost smile on the man's face at what had just happened.

"Really kid? Bumping into walls now huh, your lucky you didn't put a hole in that!"

Kunikida just sighs but nonetheless a small smile would be on his face, finding the entire scene somewhat funny.

The (reader) would calm Dazai's laughing fit first before they'd approach Atsushi a kind smile on their lips.

"You okay Atsu? You hit the wall pretty hard.. good thing you didn't drop what you were holding."

Atsushi would just stutter slightly an embarrassed and flushed look on his face.

"Haha.. yeah! I- good thing I didn't drop anything. This is Dazai and I's lunch after all.."

Dazai perked up at that and smiled at the boy, waving him over to get his food.

"Thanks Atsushi!~ Also (reader)-chan~ Be careful with wearing your new glasses around him, he probably got distracted by your immaculate beauty!"

Atsushi would just flush at his mentor's words, glancing at the (reade) nervously. Surely.. they wouldn't- surely they wouldn't find that too weird.. was it that obvious that's the reason why he bumped into the wall..?!

(Yes Atsushi yes it is.)

The (reader) on the other hand just turned to the tiger and smiled.. a small blush on their own face as well at the revelation the bandaged male had made.

"Is that why you hit the wall Atsushi?" They'd ask, curiously.

Atsushi would literally just freeze for a moment, before they had finally admitted that, that was indeed the reason.

"Y-yeah.. it's just.. you look pretty with the glasses on."

"So that means I don't look pretty without them on?~"

"N-no!! That's not what I meant-! (Reader)…!"

Basically a very wholesome moment between you and the ball of sunshine!~ Though Dazai would tease you both here and there Kunikida would stop him when it gets too much.

In conclusion, you and Atsushi had enjoyed a nice lunch break with one another. With Dazai and Kunikida surpervising of course. Still though, it was definitely a moment Atsushi would never forget. And well.. he's fine and happy that, that's the case. ^^

#bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs atsushi nakajima #Atsushi Nakajima #Pt. 2 headcanon #Fluff #Ft. Kunikida and Dazai #BSD #atsushi x reader #gender neutral reader #atsushi nakajima x reader

[davinashifts333]

BLUE EYED WONDER PT. 2 (Isaac x Witch!SO):

⚫️summary; Days go by and Y/N and Isaac had kept in contact the night of his father’s death even resulting in him running away to her house because he felt safer there.

⚠️warnings; mentions of abuse, Coach Lahey because yes he is a whole ass warning his damn self, Isaac and Y/N mentions of smut or i guess, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT FOLKS!), underage drinking (PLEASE DO NOT DO THIS WITHOUT PARENTAL SUPERVISION OR PERMISSION), sexual intentions, swearing, 18+ ONLY!!! k thx bye.

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February 24th, 2011. A day that has been mentally, physically and emotionally imbedded in my life. It was pouring rain so I decided to throw on a cozy movie and make some dinner, I had thought to order in but chose to have some wine while I made my mom’s famous pasta dish she used to make us. In the midst of cooking up some chicken I get a sharp pain in my head, a sign of someone nearby was not okay. I walk over to the door after turning the stove off and abruptly open the door to find a completely soaked Isaac with his hand up to knock.

“Isaac? What are you doing here so late and why di-..” I stopped myself as his sorrow found it’s way into my chest. Empathy is really a bitch. I pull him into the house by his hand and guide him to the couch.

“I.. I didn’t want to bother you or Derek.. I just.. He.. My dad..” His mind was a literal war zone trying to come up with a sentence but before he could finish I already knew. His vividly recent memory shone in my mind and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. The height difference not so evident while he sat. I slowed my heart rate for him to focus on and stood there calming him for a moment.

Whispering to him that it would all be okay only to result in his cries growing more and more broken, his arms eventually finding their way around my waist as his body weight began to give into the pain. It killed me to see a once so bright and bubbly kid who loved action figures and comic books become such a broken and abused teen. I wished I could’ve ripped his dad’s head off and rid Isaac of the pain sooner. I’m guessing he heard my heartbeat begin to quicken because he lifted his head from my chest and began speaking through sniffles.

“Y/N, you okay? You don’t need to deal with me if it’s too much, I’m so.. I’m sorry, I should leave..” He stood up frantically and I grabbed his hand stopping him from beelining to the door.

“Hey.. Hey.. You are not a burden Isaac.. You are someone who’s been hurt for a long time and you never even deserved it.. Your dad.. He’s sick.. But you? Are a beautiful, loving and undoubtedly loyal person..” My voice trembles on the last few words and Isaac steps closer. Eyes puffy and red, cheeks stained with the agony that he must have felt for so many years on end with no help. He leans in and presses his forehead to mine.

“Why didn’t we meet sooner? Why couldn’t I have told you that I liked you back in middle school?” He asks almost begging the universe for an answer but before I could even take a breath to say anything he replaces his forehead with his lips.

“Why couldn’t I have been aware?” I finally respond, his breath warming my usually cold cheeks as our faces stay centimeters apart.

“Would you hate me if I said I really wish we were naked right now?” He lightens the mood, a trauma response to get over what he had just went through.

“One, I could never hate you. Two, I actually expected it from you sooner but I guess two weeks of finally getting to know one another is enough for me to give in..” I couldn’t even continue speaking before his lips melted into mine. It wasn’t hungry but also wasn’t desperate it was almost natural to us how quickly we gave in.

He starts walking me back to the couch, lips reaching every point he can before he sits and pulls me onto his lap, his hands roaming my body as if they were made for it. In a split second my sweater was on the floor along with his rain soaked pullover and his cold skin met mine.

“Isaac..” He pauses, the only noise in the house was now our pants and the movie that was still playing in the background.

“I’ll stop if you want me to.. I don’t want to force you or rush you into anything but god.. You’re just so beautiful I couldn’t help myself..” His words like poetry, making it harder for me to resist.

“I don’t want to stop but.. Fuck it..” My hands cup his face and this kiss was more passionate. He slides his hands up my bare back unclasping my bra and throwing it on the ground as I fumble with his jeans. He chuckles and stands up to undo them himself and I follow by removing my shorts.

“Jump.” He says and I oblige. He carries me down the hall to my room and instead of tossing me on the bed he lays me down so softly, like he was afraid to break me. He removes his briefs and as I take in the sheer beauty of not only his body but him in general and in the blink of an eye he was hovering over me.

“You can always back out now..”

“I’ve waited forever to even kiss you, Lahey. I’m not waiting any longer.” With that he rips my panties off and his lips trail up my legs, to my breasts, my neck and I notice he slowed his pace down.

“Stop being a tease and fuck me.”

“See Y/N/N, I don’t want to fuck you. I want to feel.. every.. inch.. of.. your body.. and unravel it..” He says between kisses causing a moan to escape my lips.

He slowly makes his way between my legs and lines up with my entrance. Our eyes locking one more time before he slowly thrusts into me. A wave of ecstasy and a sting of pain is all I felt before his hips began to gain a rhythm. The room fills with pants and moans as we give into one another. His hands on my hips gripping tighter by the minute before he swiftly snakes an arm around my waist and lifts me onto his thighs, never slipping out. He hits every spot of pleasure in my body at once and I feel a tight feeling beginning in my stomach. His lips make their way back to my neck as my arms tighten around his shoulders, holding on for dear life.

“Fuck, why didn’t we do this sooner.”

“Shhh, just enjoy it baby.” I moan and the night ensued. Isaac and I had finally given into our bodies and I never wanted it to end. Almost an hour goes by of us edging and teasing the other and his thrusts start becoming sloppier. His deep voice moaning my name into my neck as he picks up the pace only makes my body vibrate with pleasure and soon after he cums deep in me.

“Shit.. That was..”

“Totally worth the wait.” I conclude and he turns over placing a more loving kiss to my lips.

“Totally.” We laid there entangled in each other for what felt like hours until I looked over and the clock read 2am.

“I should get going but, I don’t know if I want to.”

“You can stay the night, or as long as you need.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. We could take a hot shower, or bath, put up dinner, or eat dinner if you’re hungry and just be here. Calm.”

“No. Not calm. Safe.” I move the disheveled curls from his forehead which was thinly covered in a layer of sweat and turn onto my side.

“So much for a first date.. I wanted to take you to that nice Italian place in downtown before doing this..”

“There’s always time for that but this was perfect. I mean knowing that I make you feel safe? That’s all I need.” He lays his head on my chest and quickly slips into a deep sleep.

Who knew I would fall for my brother’s beta.. My childhood neighbor.. A guy I had a crush on for years but never said anything to because I wasn’t aware of shit..

The next morning I woke up to an empty bed and I grabbed a sweatshirt from my closet before heading out the kitchen to see Isaac trying to save my previously forgotten meal from the night before. Tiptoeing behind him, I wrap my arms around his torso earning a chuckle from him. He turns around to meet my gaze and leans down to kiss me good morning.

“You know I could hear you right?”

“I grew up in a household full of werewolves, I was never successfully sneaky.” I smile laying my head on his chest.

“You know we have to throw this out right? It’s already going bad. And I will 100% make you dinner or.. try to tonight..”

“Tonight? Mr. Lahey are you proposing we have an actual date?”

“Well Miss Hale, I am. I gotta romance you up before I make you feel as good as I did last night.” His cheeky comment making my face heat up, remembering the events of not even eight hours ago. We spent that day talking, reminiscing and just connecting more as one. And need I say, it was a memory i’ll hold onto forever.

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A/N: I AM NOT GOOD AT SMUT BUT I DO LOVE ROMANCE AND I JUST KNOW THESE TWO HAVE NY HEART ALREADY. LIKE PLEASE. SEND HELP. I WANNA MAKE THIS A SERIES. ANYWAYYYY, LMK WHAT YOU THINK AND FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS EMBRACED WITH OPEN ARMS! 🩷

#davinashifts333 #shifting realities #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf x y/n #teen wolf x you #teen wolf x reader #isaac lahey #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey x witch so #witches #witch reader x isaac lahey #isaac lahey teen wolf #isaac teen wolf #teen wolf isaac #lydia martin #stiles stilinski #scott mccall #derek hale #malia tate #kira yukimura #allison argent #liam dunbar #teen wolf x witch so

[petitelepus]

A Loner's Unexpected Journey, Part 5

Kimetsu Academy!Genya Shinazugawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: You wonder what you and Genya are and you soon find out that you might just love him. But fate is cruel and so are girls...

Warnings: None

A/N: Modern!AU, Kimetsu Academy, Female Reader, Genya Shinazugawa

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 18

So you and Genya… What were you? You and he kept seeing each other during your lunches and by now you had enough money again to buy proper lunch boxes for yourself again. Good thing, because as nice as it was that Genya shared his meals with you, he was a bigger man and needed a lot more food than you did.

And then the two of you started to see each other out of school on… Dates? You weren't sure if you dared to call them dates but you knew that you were just hiding and trying to ignore the warm feelings in your heart whenever you and Genya hung out together.

You actually took him to your usual bookstore where you always bought your manga from and introduced him to some nice series you thought he would enjoy and while he wasn't ready to buy anything, he enjoyed seeing you talk about your passion aka manga.

That date led you to a manga cafe where you guys could read as many comics as possible and it was you who actually paid everything, as a payback from the cat cafe. Something Genya wasn't exactly excited about, but now you could say that the two of you were even.

The two of you were eating lunch as usual, but you noticed that Genya was being a little too quiet that day. You swallowed the piece of meat in your mouth and looked at your friend, "Hey Genya, is everything alright?"

"Huh?" The young man flinched as he glanced at you and quickly averted his gaze, "Yeah, uh, everything is fine…"

"Somehow I feel like things aren't exactly fine…" You frowned as you put your half-eaten lunch down, "You know you can talk to me right? I'm not going to tell anyone if something is bothering you."

"I know you won't…" He sighed, "Well… The tryouts to the nationals are tomorrow and my team wants me to lead."

"That's amazing!" You smiled, but Genya wasn't returning the gesture, "I don't know if I'm good enough…"

"Genya, you are the best shooter I know!" You said, and he looked at you, "You… You think I'm the best?"

"I do!" You nodded, "You're the best of the best and kindest person I know!"

"I…" He smiled a little, "Thank you. You are the best."

"I'm just telling the truth." You said happily and the two of you finished your meals together before leaving the abandoned room… But just as you stepped outside, you heard a familiar sound of giggles erupt behind you two.

"Look, it's the Miss Mood Killer and Mister Short Fuse!"

"Are they actually hanging together?"

"What a joke!"

You recognized those voices as the peppy and obnoxious girls from your classroom. You scowled as you listened to them talk about you and Genya literally behind your backs and you were filled with dread and anger. How can someone be so mean, like they were?

"She's so gloomy and he is so scary!"

"They were, like, made for each other!"

Alright, you had enough! You knew Genya wasn't able to talk back because he was shy around girls but it wouldn't stop you! Those girls could talk shit about you all they wanted, but they would pay for saying such mean things about your best friend and your love-!

"OI!" Genya suddenly shouted out loud, making the mean girls flinch. He wasn't done, "If you got something to say then at least say it to my face!"

"E- EEK!" The girls turned to run away and you blinked as you looked at Genya. You hadn't seen him angry before and you had certainly never heard him shout like that.

He noticed you were looking at him and he flinched before blushing in shame, "I'm sorry… I just… I got so mad when I heard them talk shit about you…"

"I…" You blinked as you smiled in joy, "Thank you. That was the sweetest thing anyone has done for me."

Genya blushed as he looked away from you and you were taken aback by these bubbly feelings in your tummy…

But then you thought about what were you thinking when you were about to shout at the girls and you got confused by your feelings… You knew Genya was your best friend… But did you want to call him your boyfriend? Your loved one?

…Your lover?

You felt your face heat up at the idea of you and Genya actually dating. That would include holding hands, hugging, and oh God, kissing!

Suddenly you felt like you couldn't breathe properly anymore. You had to get some air and get a little distance between you and Genya right now because if you didn't then you were pretty sure that you would say something stupid and maybe even cute.

"I, uh, I'll come to see your tryouts and cheer for you tomorrow if that is alright with you?" You asked and he looked at you in wonder, "You would do that?"

He sounded genuinely surprised and you couldn't blame him, he knew that you hated being near other people, but for him, you were willing to go out of your comfort zone and cheer him on!

"Yes! Unless you don't want me there?" You asked and he quickly shook his head, "N- No, I would love it!"

"It's a dat-!" You quickly cut yourself off, "I mean, I'll be there!"

"Alright," He nodded with a small smile, "See you there."

"Yeah, see ya!" And just like that, the two of you went on your own ways, you in your classroom and Genya in his own… But he didn't leave your thoughts for the rest of the day and those feelings followed you all the way to your home.

You kept thinking about him and how you had these feelings for him. One would think you were a complete noob and new to these feelings, but you did feel them towards some of your greatest manga or anime crushes.

Did it mean that you felt so strongly about Genya that you were comparing your feelings for him to your feelings for your fictional crushes?

"Oh my God…" You gasped as you grabbed your couch pillow and hugged it against your chest.

"Oh my God…!" You repeated and Lady, the little cat you adopted from the streets jumped on the couch to see what you, her owner were doing.

"Lady…" You looked at your cat and smiled, "I think I like Genya. Like, like like, I wanna be with him, love him, and so on!"

You gasped. You said it! You actually said it! You said you loved him! You loved Genya!

You made a detailed plan of how you were going to confess to him after his tryouts. If he made it then it would be a cheerful moment, filled with happiness! But if he didn't make it, you would make sure he knew that you were there for him and that you loved him and wanted to support him.

Yes, with those plans in mind, you went to bed, but you barely got any sleep when you kept thinking of Genya. Morning came slowly and despite sleeping very little, you were both excited and anxious for what was coming.

On your way to school, you stopped but the convenience store to buy your and Genya's usual lunch, meat on rice and you even bought chocolate to celebrate with later. The school was horrible as usual, but you were able to stand it long enough to make it to the grandstand to follow the sharp-shooting tryouts.

There were actually very many people there watching and cheering the shooters on and you almost felt nauseous, sitting amongst them, but for Genya, you were willing to go past your comfort zone.

You followed closely how the sharpshooters showed their skills, but you quickly noticed that they were no match to Genya's abilities. You watched in complete awe how he demolished the targets and people cheered as he was announced as the best shooter out of all his fellow shooters.

And he made it. He actually made it! Genya would be going to the nationals!

You had never been so happy and excited for someone before! Your best friend did so well, you had to go and congratulate him! You rushed to leave the audience filled with people and you were heading to see Genya when you noticed that he was absolutely crowded as his fellow students congratulated him.

He looked… Happy. You were so happy for him, but that was until you noticed that among those students were the obnoxious girls from the last day.

"Hey, uh, sorry about what we said yesterday…" One of them started and the other one finished, "Yeah, we, like, felt awful by what we said…!"

No, they weren't sorry, they weren't sorry even the slightest! You knew their mean tactics, Genya, don't believe them-!

"It's…" He blushed, barely able to look at them, "I- it's alright…"

"Would you, like, want to hang out with us?"

"Yeah, you're, like, so cool now!"

You felt so hurt. It felt like someone had stabbed you straight into your heart and now they were just twisting that knife in you. It wasn't just these girls, but other boys and girls also collected around him.

Genya wasn't alone anymore… But you never felt as lonely as you were feeling right now.

Your eyes stung and before you knew it, tears were streaming down your face. You couldn't take this, this was all too much. You had to get out before your heart would completely give out.

You turned and ran away like an upset coward you were, completely unaware that Genya was calling your name.

You rushed to the classroom to grab your shoulder bag and before anyone could notice or question why you were crying, you left to change your shoes and leave the school grounds.

You needed to be alone for a while, like completely alone with only Lady as your company.

#genya shinazugawa #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kimetsu academy #modern!AU #reader #reader insert #fem!Reader #writing #my writing #story #my story

[swampstew]

Blind Date Event ~ Sanji X Reader

Thank you to everyone who submitted applications for my Blind Date Matchmaking Event. I hope you enjoy these lovely bedtime stories during this week of overpriced chocolates, flowers and heart shaped things. @tremendousardency please excuse me while I pound my fists into the pavement, Sanji is too damn adorable!!! Hope you enjoy your date!

Mostly fluff, SFW, Sanji X Female reader, first blind date experience. WC:1.3K. Minors DNI - my content is for mature audiences only

When you received your blind date match you nearly passed out. A professional chef?? God knows you were not confident in the kitchen. You immediately agreed to the date, eager to meet the handsome blonde that graced the message.

Meeting Sanji was a little intense. You’ve always been the type to self-restrain, even subconsciously. Would you be good enough? Be attractive enough? Would you talk too much or embarrass yourself? Always stressing about one thing or another. You were hoping that going on a date or two would help build your confidence up at the very least. At best, you would meet your perfect match. You saw it as a win either way. You were not, however, expecting your date to fall for you – literally – the second you opened your door.

His gray-blue eyes widened comically as he laid eyes on you. You could have sworn you saw the slender man literally swoon in place.

“_____-chan! That wicked matchmaking medium sent me my match profile but it doesn’t do you even a fraction of justice!” he exclaimed, pupils shaped like hearts. It made you blush deeply.

“Oh, um thank you Mr. Vin—” you smiled warmly but before you could finish your statement, he gently lifted your hand up and placed a kiss over the back.

“Just Sanji, please,” he said.

Sanji drove a little erratically, not able to tear his eyes of you. Thankfully the date location was nearby or you were sure your date would end with you both in the hospital. During the drive you started with the icebreakers in your pamphlet. Getting the formalities out of the way as you got the basic gist of who Sanji Vinsmoke is and vice versa.

You were shocked to learn he was former royalty. He had given up his birthright to live his dream as a chef, something that thoroughly disgusted his family. As a child, he ran away from his lavish home and through many trials, found a new home and family. With none other than Chef Zeff, the most famous cook in the country who owned his own massive, exclusive restaurant right in the town you lived in.

Car parked, Sanji offered you the crook of his elbow as he carried a massive picnic basket in his free hand. You offered to help carry the blanket but he steadfastly refused. Opting to roll it over his shoulders instead. You were hesitant in accepting his arm but you relinquished that inner anxiety and slipped your hand through the opening he left you. While the two of you walked arm-in-arm down the garden path, it was your turn to talk about yourself.

By the time you made it to the private pond, Sanji learned about your passions, your mild interests, your favorite pastimes, and a bit of your own family history. He listened to you speak, only interjecting to question you more in depth about the things you spoke on or asking for clarification on the things he wasn’t sure he understood. He was beyond polite and you were thrilled that he was the type of person who actively listened.

Together, you placed the blanket down and unpacked the wicker basket. Sanji had prepared everything: the light finger sandwiches, the fresh fruit that was cut into heart shapes, a delicious salad with homemade dressing, caprese skewers, a small charcuterie board, a bottle of real champagne on ice and two thermoses; one with still hot tea and the other with cold water.

The food was delicious and light, it was the perfect meal for an outdoor date such at this. The weather was not too hot nor chilly, a somewhat cloudy day that partially blocked the sun but still left the sky bright. You both played the games inside the pamphlet, excited to learn more about each other and laugh together.

“Never have I ever…cooked a perfect meal,” you giggled, finishing your champagne flute.

Sanji gaped at you, “_____-chan, that was personal!” as he brought down his last finger, effectively losing the game. You laughed again, shrugging your shoulders casually.

“I’m not a very good cook so yeah, I picked low hanging fruit.”

“Cooking is a skill; I certainly wasn’t very good when I first started out. I also didn’t have an audience to taste teste and help me improve like I do now. I’m happy and privileged to be in a place where I found someone who not only adopted me into his family but also taught me everything I needed to know about being a man and chef.”

“I like your honesty, your authenticity,” you blurted out, eyes bugging a little at the sudden confession.

His eyes grew wide before he shut them close, a wide smile forming on his face.

“I like your personality and forwardness. Not afraid to say what you mean and standing by your convictions. Even if you try to shy away from it sometimes,” he chuckled as your hands tucked under your thighs.

“What are your deal breakers?” you ask.

“Hmmm. I would have to say…abusive behavior, maltreatment of food, and,” his face flushed, “people trying to get me to quit smoking. I’m a Frenchman through and through, I can’t change who I am. What about you, ______?”

You looked thoughtfully at him, “hmm well I don’t super love smoking but I wouldn’t dismiss anyone because of their vices, especially when there are much worse ones. My dealbreakers are, inability to express emotions, close-mindedness, and full blown chatterboxes. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed when someone can’t slow down for a moment of peace or silence.”

Sanji nodded his head, smiling as you explained yourself.

“I think a lot of people have things that do or don’t work for them and that’s ok. Although I am relieved to hear so far that we don’t appear to dealbreakers for each other, thus far anyways.”

You nodded in agreement, turning your head to the side when the wind picked up harshly. The two of you had been enjoying each other’s company that you hadn’t noticed the gray clouds that crept over the sky.

“Damn weather coming to rain on our parade,” he glared at the clouds. “I should take you home, don’t want you getting sick because of my selfish desire to continue our date,” he sighed.

It wasn’t how you anticipated it to end but you didn’t say anything as the two of you cleaned up your spot and walked back to the car. Though it was a bit of a rushed walk, Sanji did pause a few times to let you admire certain plants or little critters running around the flowerbeds. He squatted down to offer some squirrels the leftover cranberries and pecans from the salad dish and it made your heart do backflips.

The drive back to your home was peaceful. You conversed with each other a little but when the rain got heavy Sanji chose to focus on driving, making sure not to hit any potholes or swerve too sharply to make you sick. It allowed you time to contemplate your next move.

He held the blanket over both of you while he escorted you to your door. Pulling out your keys, you jumped when out of the corner of your eye you saw branches of lightning strike down followed by an immediate roar of thunder.

“Sanji?” he quirked his curly eyebrow at you, waiting for you to find the words you wanted to speak.

“I had a lovely time with you but I can’t knowingly let you drive in such awful weather. If you’re free and would like to, you can come inside and we can continue our date? I have plenty of DVD choices and games on my console,” you offered anxiously. Those intrusive thoughts were starting to peak in your mind as they did before your date started.

Sanji looked surprised for a moment before his eyes became heart shaped again, “_____-chan you’re so thoughtful! I would love to spend more time with you! I’ll watch any movie or play any game; you name it and I’m yours!” he excitedly chattered.

You smiled warmly at him as a cute blush spread on your face. You unlocked your front door and invited him inside, eager to see how the rest of your date would play out.

#black leg sanji #sanji x reader #blind date event #one piece sanji #swampstew bedtime stories #sanji fluff #sanji x y/n #sanji x you #vinsmoke sanji x y/n #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #blackleg sanji #swampstew #swampstew stories #reader insert

[sheepkebby]

I hope you don’t mind my rambles, but I’m avoiding doing my homework, so I’m gonna analyze potential future plot of KVTW :3

So, in ch. 7, we find out that the survivors are at a military base is a desert somewhere. Since it’s a military base, we can guess they’re still in the US, so that narrows down where they could be.

For the sake of keeping this short since it’s pretty late for me, let’s say they’re in the Chihuahuan Desert. To be nice to Keith (and me), I’ll guess that the survivors’ military base is also in Texas, so I’m going to approximate them somewhere in far west Texas.

We know Virgil is taking Keith to Texas, but he didn’t say where. Some of the closest port towns to where they’re approaching from is Galveston and Houston, so for my measurements, I’m going to guess that’s where they land. If they don’t boat up any rivers, that leaves Keith somehow having to find his way from southeast Texas to west Texas.

Now lovelies, for some context Texas is pretty fuckin’ big. Let me put in a little perspective:

Here’s a great map I found detailing the survivors journey, and the blue line is our group. Through their campaigns, they travel from Savannah, Georgia to New Orleans, Louisiana. According to google maps, the straightest route from their start to finish is over 600 miles.

If Keith ends up in southeastern Texas and has to find his way to west Texas, to cross the whole state, his route is going to be ~600-800 miles, depending on his actual starting and end point. And that’s only if he takes the best path by roads. He doesn’t know Ellis is alive, so he doesn’t have a goal to even travel this far. A road trip through Texas could last days, and that’s if he finds a car, the roads aren’t blocked, and he has a motivation to head that way. This all also with the assumption that their base is even in Texas; it could always be further.

Keith has a long road ahead of him.

(I sleep now. Love KVTW sm!!!!)

MY JAW LITERALLY DROPPED WHEN I SAW THIS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOODNESS I'M. I'M GOING TO DROP MY JACKET INTO A PUDDLE FOR YOU SO YOUR SHOES DON'T GET MUDDY.

I'm absolutely astonished, like, I never ever thought that people would get so invested in my writing. I dunno if it's weird of me to say but thank you so so much for this. Really you've made my whole night

You're right on the money with "Keith has a long road ahead of him." too! I planned on chapter 7 marking the midway point in the fic, which is half the reason why I decided to turn it into a comic. In my eyes, it was a big milestone. (That, and the jarring switch to Ellis' POV made it special). But yeah, like I said, we're practically halfway through! Poor Keith hopped on that boat praying he'd see his loved ones in a day or two, mm-mm! Oh baby boy, I'm so sorry.

You'll havta wait a little while longer, my beloved bumpkin.

As for you, stranger, sleep well :3 and thanks again !!!

#EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE #kebby asks #keith vs the world #kebby rambles #it's 6am and i'm wide awake all giddy about this #don't judge my sleep schedule ok #faves

[the14yearjourney]

just wanted to say that I love your comic and the way you remix "The journey to the west". The drawings are incredible and the story captivating! I really enjoyed reading it and I hope that other readers feel the same joy as me in reading it :3

But I also have a few questions...

Why the name "The 14 year journey"?

What made you want to make this comic?

Are you planning to redo the whole book?

And do you intend or would like to make a living from your comic?

Thank you so much for your interest in my story! It’s been a blast to make so far!

1. In the beginning this story was gonna be really small, so I did some quick research on how long the journey lasted in the original and Google gave me the answer of 14 years. So I ended up just taking that and running with it. In hindsight I shoulda done more research but I like how it ended up ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

2. In the summer of 2022 I had literally nothing to do, and a friend recommended I watch Monkie Kid to pass the time. I watched it all in two days and quickly bought and devoured the book it was based on. I had heard some of the Monkey King and Journey to the West myths before, but never really paid attention to them till then.

As I was reading the book I started imagining major scenes in a comic format and decided to make a short collection of comics about those scenes. As I remade and scrapped designs and formats it evolved into me adapting the story into my own thing, instead of just remaking it.

3. Yes, I have plans for long standing growth and plot points for the characters that go from chapter 1 to 100 of the original story.

I was originally just going to adapt Wukong’s portions, but having gotten carried away I’m now too entranced and in love with the story I’ve made and I want to adapt the whole thing now in my own way.

4. That’s the dream, it’s a hard one to attain and even harder since I have to devote time to college right now. But if I could move to creating this comic full and have art be my job I would take it in a heartbeat.

I’m planning and thinking of ways to possibly get it to that point, but I won’t be enacting them until I’ve finished the first volume, that’s when the story really starts ;]

Thank you for your questions!!

#journey to the west #jttw #the 14 year journey #T14YJ #webcomic #ask #asks open

[reds-skull]

Hi I’m the work anon from earlier

Wow your revenant fic was amazing! I’m so glad I got to read it from start to finish and watch as your story grew and took shape

I adored Soap and Gaz’s friendship but I also adored how Ghost trusted and was friends with him too especially when he asked him for advice! 😭 (there’s so little of their friendship the fandom and it sucks ) Price was best dad and deserves all the hugs (and cigars for dealing with his sons squad every day) Rudy and Alejandro (and the vaqueros) were adorable and had the 141 backs from the start, they were ready to throw down! Grave’s got what he deserved I hated him in this fic so much (great job) he was such a smug smarmy bastard until the end. Farah and Alex were so sweet they were like the favourite cousins that got roped into the family drama (I still want Fahra to BITE shepherd you know as a treat!) Laswell knows things and is scary she will happily help people reach the find out portion of their fucking around.

The reapers were so cool!!!! Especially with how they combined I was not expecting that, was legit shooketh (I now imagine limbo as a pitch black ocean full of burning stars (I also have a couple questions regarding it I would like to asked later please?)) Soap’s reaper was warm and kind Ghost’s was cold and clinical together they’re so much more?!?! Like it’s poetic there the best version of themselves together (like ghoap)

Speaking of ghoap they’re so in love it’s sickening all I could imagine during the vows was Price “listening in” and then getting Laswell to hand the boys a bloody wedding certificate so sweet 😭

Thank you for putting in the time and effort to create something so beautiful for so many people have a lovely day or night you deserve a break after all of that hard work!

And with all my admiration fuck you for making me cry (again)

Hello work anon! Hope it went easy haha

I feel like there's a few versions of Ghost headcannons floating out there, one is basically "the man believes he's broken beyond repair, he doesn't think he's human, all he does is focus on work" and the other is "yeah he went through really fucked up shit, but he holds himself together pretty well, and while it's hard for him to find someone he trusts, the people close to him are priceless."

I like both versions, but this time I went for the latter. I love love love Ghost and Gaz as friends (mw4 please give me them interacting), and you can see that in my comics as well lol.

I made Graves such a little bitch that everyone hates from the start lmao.

I didn't plan for Rudy and Ghost to interact that much if I'm honest, but because Soap wasn't the POV and I wanted to have the Vaqueros more prominently in the story (it does take place mostly in Las Almas after all), Rudy's initial reaction to Ghost's mask was the perfect opening for a deeper friendship.

Farah and Alex weren't too active, if I make a sequel, I think I'll make it focused on the situation in Urzikstan. Farah deserves to take her own revenge and get her happy ending...

I love your description of Limbo, especially because I mentioned in the fic that Ghost loves seeing the stars, because it's the first thing he saw after he was Reaped (and now Soap created stars for him in the void).

I'd love to hear your questions!

Ghost and Soap, like someone else commented, are practically married on all levels beside legal lmao. I never planned for them to be so fuckin' whipped for each other tbh, like the vows at the start were not planned at all. I just looked up Celtic wedding vows, and it was literally so perfect for them ("I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One./I give ye my Spirit, ’til our Life shall be Done."? Couldn't fit more to their story), I just had to add it.

Thank you for reading and commenting! I wish this break was voluntary, but my semester is ending in 3 weeks and I have many projects to finish, so I have to prioritize that for a while T_T

#asks answered #ty for the ask <3 #as I said before I could talk about revenant AU for hours #so sorry for the wall of text but not really

[sevicia]

alsooo list of things that have been making rounds inside my head for a while now:

1. ear ice pick

2. nostril spinning saw rod

3. the phrase "I'll stop stabbing when you stop screaming" bc it's kinda funny and I think I saw it on some Riddler fanart ??

4. the phrase "They'll keep finding your body for three months. You'll be alive for at least two of them." bc it's cool even if it sounds kinda edgy ykwim... it's from a post on here, I have it on my blag but I don't wanna look for it rn

5. the phrase "Mary pays in blood" which just sorta manifested into my brain one day & IDK if I saw it somewhere and then forgot WHERE I saw it but ya. And it's really kinda annoying me cause like who is Mary and what is she paying for and why does it have to be in blood.... Google is not telling me.

6. Off of that 👆 I had an idea of "Mary" (not 2 be confused w/ the Mary I just posted abt lol) being a girl who lives in a single very white room with a bed, a huge TV on the wall and the remote for said TV. The gist of it is that you start each "story" by flipping thru the channels and selecting one, but you are never the "true" protagonist in any of them. I was kinda stressing about having to forcefully come up w/ more than one short story for a single game cause my brain is Not That Big, but then I thought it'd be nice to just like. Take an existing side chara from an "existing" story (AKA one that I didn't force) and then do it from their POV if that makes senseeee.... just as a compilation/anthology thing maybe

7. the possum girl one that's a lot more about exploration and mystery-solving ETC but I think I already posted abt that one and the only thing I've added to it/expanded on is the girl's parents bc they are really funny n cute to me. & Also there's a guy with a flower shop now. & his sister owns a fashion boutique. And I wanna put a butcher shop in there as well cause when I go to the one near my house I rly like looking at the different signs they have around n stuff (those ones like "if you want a credit go to the bank‼️")

8. that one comic I made and then left half-finished (LOL) about my two loser guy OCs being literally physically incapable of getting bitches (gender neutral) and being absolutely COWARDLY about it was so so funny to me I keep thinking about them and about what other Situations I can toss em in

9. throat plumbing

10. one person getting stitched (like, physically and also in strange ways/places) to another except said other person is very much not into it. to say the least. kinda like human centipede but if it was two people and one of them was the one who made it happen.

11. open-wound stabbing which I think is pretty self explanatory but I started thinking about it more recently when I saw one of those videos where they've got like a bunch of balloons inside each other and then pop em by layers. which is not really similar to what I have in mind but it's what caused it.

12. kinda related to that 👆: the way blood pools inside wounds like I love splatter but there is something SO nice about seeing it come out slowly ykwim...

unlucky 13. kissing and being in love and hugging and kissing forever and ever AMEN🩷

#diary #oc talk #I always feel so edgy when I talk about stuff like this like I have to put a disclaimer that says ''I prommy I'm normal abt other ppl's #boundaries'' yk... #oc: mary #oc: paula #oc: alice #oc: dom

[angelst4re]

Hi love! I hope you're doing great. Could I request a Jamie x trans!male where reader is an actor on stranger things with Jamie, except nobody knows that he is trans (because it's not important obviously!) Only Jamie knows, as he is his partner. They attend a comic con and for some reason, a "fan" who maybe happens to know reader pre transition? Basically outs him. Something like "why haven't you told people you are trans?" And reader sort of dissociates. Jamie takes readers hand and pulls him off stage to comfort him and reassure him! Lots of fluff please!!

Something very similar happened to me. I was joining a DnD club and my friend at the time said Infront of them "they know you're trans right?" Which SUCKED because I pass really well! I just wish Jamie could have rescued me 😂

hi my love!!! i really liked writing this it was such a nice idea and i just think that jamie fluff>>> and i'm so sorry that happened to you :( i also wish jamie could've come to the rescue!!!

Comfort- Jamie Campbell Bower x Trans!Male Reader

summary: in the request! :)

warnings: none??

notes: i can't wait to finish college and work placement so i have more time to write <3 i'm hoping to be done by the 10th of july so i may not post much more before then? (it's literally only in 10 days <3)

When you were told you got the role as a ‘friendly orderly’ in stranger things, you knew everything in your life would be a little different. You were invited to premieres and award shows and exclusive parties you never thought you would’ve been let in to before, it really helped your acting career take off. You had a handful of loyal fans and supporters in the beginning, and that has only grown and grown given your role in the new show. And also your boyfriend. 

You met Jamie on set, of course, and even filmed a few scenes together and the tension between the two of you was undeniable. You both got along so well, and you couldn’t deny he was insanely attractive, even when the two of you were in character you found yourself forgetting lines and blushing at the eye contact you two had to hold. 

It took a while for the two of you to go public, you worried about the reactions from his fans, whether they would like you and accept you or not. But there was nothing to worry about at all. They adored you. 

When it was announced that a certain comic con was coming up, and that you and Jamie were both invited and would both be doing photos together, everyone rushed to buy tickets to meet you and him, and although you were obviously excited, you couldn’t help but feel nervous. 

“Are you okay, love?” Jamie asked, taking your hand in his. You were both sitting in the back of the car that was escorting you to the event. 

“I’m not sure.” You frowned, fiddling with one of the rings of Jamie’s fingers. “I’ve never done something quite like this before.”

“It’ll be okay, it can get really stressful when everyone’s being made to rush, but it’s really more fun than anything. I still remember my first comic con, I was scared shitless,” Jamie chuckled as he thought back on the memory, “but it’ll be okay, okay? I’ll be with you for most of the day, and when I’m not there will still be someone with you at all times. Everything will be okay, I promise.” He said before taking your hand and placing a kiss on the back of your palm, “oh look, we’re here.” 

Everything will be okay. 

Everything will be okay.

Everything started off okay. You weren’t expecting so much love from everyone that came to see you, and you weren’t expecting so many gifts either. Your arms were full of bracelets they had made or bought for you and your neck was decorated with different necklaces. Maybe Jamie was right. 

Everything will be okay. 

That was until it was time for the q&a at yours and Jamie’s panel. 

“So, I have a question for y/n,” you felt a tinge of anxiety, as most of the questions were for Jamie, but you nodded your head and gave the person a smile. “I’ve been a fan of your work for a while now, I’ve basically been there since the beginning, so I was just wondering why haven’t you told people that you’re trans?”

You felt cold rush through your body, as if your veins had turned to ice. You felt your stomach sink and everything around you seemed to be a blur. All you could hear was the continuous thumping of your heart in your chest. Your mind felt… empty, as if you had no thoughts at all. But then you heard Jamie’s voice, you couldn’t work out what he was saying, but you knew it was him. 

“Pardon my language,” he began, raising his hand as if to excuse the rest of the crowd from what he was about to say, as he stared the person down as he spoke, “but why the fuck would he need to explain himself? That’s my boyfriend, and he almost didn’t come today because he was worried about cunts like you. If he wanted everyone to know, he would’ve told them, if you’re really a ‘fan’, like you say you are, you should’ve fucking known that.” 

Jamie placed the mic down on the floor as he followed you off stage. He felt a bit bad for the fans that had been waiting all day for the panel and had spent money on it, but right now you were his top priority. He guided you out to one of the private designated smoking areas, glad that no one else was around. 

“Jamie…” You murmured, your hands shaking by your sides. 

“Breathe, okay. Just like me, in… and out… and in…” 

He attempted to calm you down, to ground you again, and it was proving to be successful. 

“I just wanted the ground to swallow me up,” you confessed, “I just- I don’t understand.” 

Jamie kissed your forehead and ran his fingers through your hair. You couldn’t hold it back anymore. The feeling of not wanting to be here, knowing this could have been avoided, the fact that you were overwhelmed, you felt sick, and cold, and tired, and just your overall adoration for Jamie, it had all built up. You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend and buried your face in his chest, beginning to feel tears stain Jamie’s jumper. 

Jamie’s hands rubbed your back as he held you close, a small act that comforted you. This is all you need right now, to know he’s got you. He swayed you both side to side a little bit, kissing your forehead before resting his chin atop your head. 

“Have I told you how good you look today?” Jamie asked, and the corners of your mouth lifted into a smile. 

“You always do, J.” 

“And I always mean it,” he said softly.

“I don’t know if I want to go back out there.” You frowned, looking towards the door. 

“Then it’s a good job we don’t have to. We were leaving after that anyway.” 

“I just can’t believe they said that, though. I knew one day something was bound to come out but I thought I’d- I mean, I feel like- I didn’t think-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jamie soothed you, his hand gently placed on your cheek as he stopped you from overwhelming yourself again, “you didn’t know this was going to happen, okay? And I swear nothing’s going to change. I’ve always got you, never forget that, love.” 

“I know, Jamie, but my phone- I’m going to get flooded by comments and messages and-”

“Hey,” he took you by the shoulders, causing your attention to be back on him, “that doesn’t matter.” He said with a smile, “how about we get away for the weekend, just you and me. No phones, no social media, let’s just give it some time to calm down, okay? I don’t want you to get upset, seeing you like this just tears me apart. I love you so much, don’t forget that, darling.”

You smiled back at him, feeling tears begin to gloss your eyes again. However, these were happy tears. 

“How about we just leave, I just want to go home.” 

“Sounds good to me.” Jamie smiled as his hand continued to rub your back.

#jamie campbell bower #jamie campbell bower x reader #jamie bower x reader #jamie bower #jcb