#wanted to draw trunks a bit older

[loveneversleepss]

Play date

Inspired by training wheels by Melanie Martinez, reflections by the neighborhood,

pairing- Yang Jeongin x female reader (As children, teens, adults)

genre- slow burn, childhood friends, fluff(ish), feelings of betrayal, time changes, switch povs.

warnings: heavy kissing, mean nicknames, touching.

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"I don't wanna!" Your left foot stomps heavily to the floor. Your eyebrows furrow and your lower lip pouts out. Resisting heavily to having to go to your mom's friend's house. She sighs as she shakes her head walking away from you. You follow a few steps hesitantly after her, tiptoeing. She lifts you quickly as your legs dangle lazily. She sets you on the cold hard surface of the bathroom counter.

"You'll like it, trust me. She has a son a few months older than you. He's gone to some of our parties." Your nose fringes up as if you smelled something bad. Your arms cross angrily across your chest as you stare at the ground. You tend to always be dragged to places your mom wants to go. You're all the company she has, so you try your best to understand.

"okay.. but can we take my bike? I've been wanting to ride it!" You chirp brightly at her and shoot her your best smile. She can't say no to that smile. She laughs as she brushes your hair aside, you turn to face the mirror. "Alright, but you have to play with the boy. His name is Jeongin." Great.

~~

The car slowly pulls up the street to your next 5 hours of torture. You sigh as you look back at your sparkly blue bike in the back, perfect for a 7 year old. Although you're a bit nervous. Your mom took off your training wheels, you haven't properly ridden your bike without them. "Excited?" Your mom brings you out of your nervous bubble. You nod your head and put on a smile. The car parks on the curb and your heart flings down to your stomach. You unleash your seat belt and get off the car slowly.

She opens the trunk and takes your bike out of it. It lands on the floor with a bounce as you stare at it. She tilts her head in confusion as to why you are not immediately grabbing it. "Y/n?" You snap your head up to her, she rolls it over to you. You grab the rubber of your bike and roll it as you follow your mom. She straightens her shirt out as she prepares to knock at the door.

Knock, knock. Her hand calmly hits the door. You hear a dog bark as a woman shushes it. Cool, a doggy to play with. The door swings open as a woman in blue, the same color as your bike, chirps a happy greeting to your mom. Her eyes travel down to you, she analyzes you and giggles.

"Well aren't you a beauty, you must be y/n." You lightly nibble at your lower lip as your hands tighten around the bike handle. "Hi.." She giggles at your shyness, her door widens more. "Come in please, the bike can too." Your mother walks in as you struggle a bit getting the bike through the door. You successfully get it inside as you admire the entrance. You always loved to explore houses, and wonder how different their lives are.

You decide to abandon your bike for a bit, it wouldn't hurt anyone. You run quickly to explore and discover a room. The door is open and you decide to stumble inside. It must be the room of the son that lives here. It's filled with action figures and drawings. The sunlight beams in and lights up the stars hanging from the ceiling. The decoration makes it a solar system theme. You touch a toy that's shaped like a planet, a dwarf planet, Pluto. "Who are you?" You stand shook as you've been caught.

You place the toy back and turn to the speaker. A boy around your age stands before you, his arms crossed and an angry expression. You recognize him, like your mom said, he's been to your house for parties. "Exactly what gives you the right to touch MY things?" You bow to him and ask for forgiveness, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snoop." You hear a scoff from him as you look up to a smirk planted on his lips. "I suppose I forgive you.." He tilts his head as he takes a step closer to you. "What's your name, Snoopy?"

Standing closer you notice you're about 2 inches taller than him, you hold back a snort. You sigh and muster up a smile, "Y/n. What's yours, Pluto?" He frowns as he knows you're referring to his height. He sighs as he lets his arm fall lazily, "Jeongin." You nod and look to the hallway then bring your attention back to him. "I brought a bike so.. imma go ride it now." You run away quickly, not bothering to invite him. You couldn't care less about making a friendship with him. You wheeled your bike out the front door and shut the door behind you.

You get a few steps down the driveway when you hear the door open and shut. A pair of footsteps running, then a wild Jeongin appears. He stops before you, panting heavily, staring into your eyes. You frown, "What are you doing?" You blurt out angrily. He smiles and pats down on your bike seat. "I thought you'd like some company." You roll your eyes at him and scoff dramatically. "Do you even know how to ride a bike? One without training wheels?"

He tilts his head curiously, "Do you?" You bite your bottom lip, you haven't tried. You push him aside in anger and bring your right leg up and over the bike. You place your feet on the pedals and get comfortable in your seat. The angled driveway gives you a boost as you roll down the small hill, quickly getting the hang of it. You don't know why you were so scared, it's so easy. You turn around to see Jeongin smiling brightly as the distance between you gets longer and longer. You decide to turn around and make your way back to him.

You stop right in front of him and set your feet on the ground to hold your balance. "See that? Easy." He laughs softly, amused at your remark. "Wanna try?" His expression changes as he takes a sharp breath. His feet kick softly at a pebble as he avoids eye contact. "Do you not know how to ride a bike?" He shakes his head, "Not one without training wheels.." You stay silent for a moment, thinking of what to say. "Well only one way to learn," you hop off your bike and pat on the seat.

His eyes widen as he understands what you mean. He fidgets his fingers together and looks around. “It’s not like I’m asking to be your wife,” you roll your eyes. He’s Hesitating but willing. “Okay,” his voice sounds soft, uneasy. His right leg plops over and he steadies himself into the seat. “I’ll keep my hand on the seat the whole way around, okay?” He look scared and grabs onto your arm, “promise you won’t push me straight to the dirt?” You sigh and roll your eyes, “if you promise me you won’t break away first.”

He successfully pedals about 10 feet when he starts to get anxious. The handles start to move out of control. And the bike goes falling, you and Jeongin with it..

~

“That really hurt,” Jeongin pouts as you put a gauze on his wound. “You just have to be more still,” You pout your bottom lip too as he squirms from the pain. “Hold still, almost done.” You place down the applicator and grab a bandaid. It’s a Spider-Man themed one and you gently smooth it out over his knee. “All better,” Without thinking, you place a kiss. You’ve realized what you have done too late.

You look up to a red-tomato Jeongin, he looks the opposite direction and tries to conceal his cheeks with his hand. Well, no point in trying to explain. You grab the first aid kit you acquired from Jeongin’s kitchen and grab a few of bandaids, “Keep bandaids on you, for when you hit the jagged ground.” He takes it reluctantly and shoved them into his shorts pocket. “Now let’s try again.” His eyebrow raises in shock and his mouth slightly opens, “what do you mean again?!”

You walk to the bike and bring it upright, “when you fail, you have to try again.” He sighs deeply and looks to the sky, “what have I gotten myself into?” He walks over and plops on the seat again. He travels farther and farther each time. Resulting in a fall each time but it’s getting better. Just when you thought it was time to stop, he does it. You let go of the seat slowly and he keeps going. He screams happily as the speed picks up, he turns around to see you standing from afar.

You smile at him as he turns to make his way back to you. He stops a foot away from you, panting heavily. “I.. did it.” You smile brightly at him and jump on him. “I knew you could do it, Innie!” You hear him giggle as he gives you hugs back. “Y/n!.. Jeongin!” You hear your mom call you two. You both make way back to the house.

"Time to go honey, say goodbye." You turn to Jeongin and he smiles, "We'll see each other soon." You jump into his arms and hold him tight. "Bye snoopy," You hear him softly laugh into your ear and you smile as you pull away. You turn to his mom and say goodbye to her. Your mother drags your bike into the trunk and you head inside. You're about to pull out of the driveway when Jeongin catches your eye. An almost invisible tear sheds down his cheek. He runs after the car and yells something you couldn't make out.

You didn't know that would be the last time you would see him. At least for a while..

~~

9 years later.

In just a blink, everything has changed. Today is your birthday, you turn 16. "Are you excited?" Your makeup artist snaps you out of your dazed state. You plaster a smile across your face, "Why wouldn't I be? I'm.. of age now." It's custom in your family line that once you turn 14, you are considered a woman. "And.. all done! Take a look," you glanced at your reflection in the mirror in front of you. "It looks great, thank you. You may leave." Her hand fists up slightly and she turns to leave.

You sit up from the chair and make way to the long mirror. There you stand in a blue gown. Fluffy sleeves hanging off your shoulders and jewels all about it. A corset top that sucked you in to show curves. 'Smile, y/n, be happy.' You manage to squeeze out a smile, but a tear that glides down your cheek gives you away. You hear a rumbling and turn to the commotion. A man falls into the room and the door shuts. You stand there shocked and step back. He groans in pain and rolls on his back to reveal a bloody nose.

You step closer to him, standing above him, "How did you get in here?" His eyes widen and he quickly scrambles to his feet. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to pry. Iwasjustlostandopenedthedoorandthereyouwereand.. Inoticedyouwerecryinganddidn'twannabargein!" You shut your eyes to try to understand what just uttered out of his mouth. "It's fine, I don't mind. I snoop around sometimes too." You walk over to your vanity and grab a tissue, you hold it out to him. "You have a little something.." You point to his nose and he takes it.

He begins to clean his nose when you notice something familiar about him. "Have we met before?" He tilts his head and analyzes you. "We have.. I swear it," you mumble loudly. You step closer to him, only a foot away from him now. He steps back to gain more space but discovers the wall behind him. "You're a little close," his face begins to redden. This snaps your memory. Your mind flashes back to several years ago,

“All better,” Without thinking, I placed a kiss. I’ve realized what I have done too late. I look up to a red-tomato Jeongin, he looks in the opposite direction and tries to conceal his cheeks with his hand.

You step back as he recreates the same motion, concealing his face with his hand. "Jeongin?" He responds to the name as his eyebrow raises. "It's you!" You jump and wrap your arms around him. His hands pause but you hear a small exhale and he finally holds you close. He swings you in his arms. "Y/n," he says as he places you back on the floor. "It's you!" His hands cup your cheeks as he wipes the stray tear off your cheek. "You're so old now," you giggle and pretend to frown.

"Old? Says the one who is older than me." You scoff and pretend to walk away. "Where you going?" He grabs you by your waist and drags you back into him. This makes you feel squirmy in your tummy, it feels like butterflies. You turn to him, his face inches from yours. "Where have you been, hmm?" You feel it again, stronger this time. "Oh, Pluto. I've missed you." He laughs softly at the nickname you've made for him. "I've missed you too, Snoopy."

His scent lures you in, this feeling is so unfamiliar to you. It's like, you want something. "Why were you crying?" He whispers as his forehead leans against yours. You pull away from him, "I guess.. ever since we've seen each other." You sat down on the chair from earlier, "I haven't been happy.." He looks at you with such ache in his eyes, he steps towards you. "Y/n-" He's interrupted by a knock on the door. You both turn to see your mother.

"Oh my, Jeongin! You've grown up!" You smile as she runs over to him. "My, My. Let me look at you." She walks in a circle around him, "Why you've gotten so tall." You giggle a bit and lay your chin against the chair. "Guess I'd have to stop calling you pluto now." He smiles and shakes his head, "I actually quite like it." Oh, how you could get lost in his eyes. You could spend all day looking at him. "Why don't we all go downstairs now. The party's starting!"

~~

Seems like hundreds of people arrived, a never ending of 'hello's spill out your mouth. You lose sight of Jeongin easy and keep cursing about the people who stop you from looking for him. You had slowly made your way to the dance floor when you got bombarded with people asking you to dance. You couldn't say no as they were already dragging you to dance. You couldn't help but keep an eye out for him. Just when you lost all hope, someone taps on your shoulder.

"Such a chore, isn't it?" You jump from him whispering in your ear. "Jeongin!" You push him away softly. He reaches out his arm, "Care for a dance?" You sigh and take his arm, "Couldn't hurt." Oh, but how it affected you. You make your way to the center as the music starts. His hand curls around your waist and his other hand in yours. His hand around your waist ignites your body. His smile is driving you crazy as he leads your body along with his, perfectly matching the rhythm.

This heat ignites hotter and hotter, his lips inches away from you. You want to feel them so bad, pressed against yours. For his hands to slip elsewhere. Thankfully, the song ends and you bow to each other. "I'm feeling a bit tired. I think I'm going to go up to my vanity room." He catches your arm softly, "can if I go with?"

~~

God, you wished you had the guts to say no. But, the words slipped out of your mouth before you could've stopped it. 'yes.'

You had plopped down on the cushioned couch you have as soon as you entered the room. "I got you something," he says as he reaches into his pocket. You reluctantly sat up and he handed you a tiny gift box. "What is it?" He sits down next to you, "open it and find out." You untie the bow and slip it off. You lift the top off and you freeze at the item.

I grab the first aid kit I acquired from Jeongin’s kitchen and grab a few of bandaids, “Keep bandaids on you, for when you hit the jagged ground.” He takes it reluctantly and shoved them into his shorts pocket.

"You kept this?" He nods his head. You inhale sharply and stand up. "This dress is too tight, I need to change." You walk into the closet and grab the spare dress in there. "Untie me," you walk to him and turn your back to him. He unties it slowly, his fingers brushing softly on the skin there. You want to lean into his touch but resist doing so. "Turn around and lock the door." He obeys and faces the door, you wait till you hear the click of the lock and slip off the dress.

You pull up the short dress and pull the spaghetti straps on. You walk to your vanity and take off your necklace. "Little help please," he walks slowly and you turn so your back is to him again. He zips up the back of your dress dangerously slow. Once it reaches the top, his hands rest on your waist again. It catches you by surprise and you gasp softly as your hands land on the vanity. "What's wrong?" He comes closer to your body, his hand slides your hair off your shoulder to one side. He leans into your ear, "cat got your tongue?"

You lean your head to the side, just begging for his lips to land there. You're rewarded as his lips attach to your neck, your body jolts at the sudden feeling. His soft lips create a chain leading up your neck. You can't help but let a noise of relief leave you. His hand slightly tightens around your waist and you begin to be impatient. You turn to face him and jump on the counter. You wrap your legs around his back and pull him into you. Holding onto his face, you attach his lips into yours.

The feeling of his body and lips finally so close to you is so gratifying. Your body is hungry, and you want more. He groans into the kiss and tangles his hand into your hair. He leans his body forward onto you, his hands placed on the desk behind you. You feel his belt pressed up against you and feel the great pleasure it brings. Your hips begin to move as the friction ignites a glow. "Mm, baby?" You nod your head, half-listening, "That's not my belt."

Your eyes open and look down to see his hard-on poking a tent in his pants. "Oh.." His eyes look at you with such hunger, it's so captivating. "Well, do you wanna stop?" He shakes his head, "No." He continues the kiss and you begin to move your hips again. He starts to groan into the kiss more and more. It sends a tingle through your body each time. "Y/n." He breaks away again. "Am I allowed to do something to you?" You tilt your head curiously, "What do you mean?"

He picks you up, he sets you down on the couch. Your legs are spread as he lays in between them. His hand lays on your shoulder, "Can I touch you?" You nod your head and smile, you find it sweet he's asking for permission. His hand drags down your collarbones, in between your breasts, your stomach and stops right before he hits it. "Even here? Can I?" You think about it for a second then nod.

His hand disappears under your skirt and drags down your panties.

~~

TO BE CONTINUED

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#stray kids #stray kids stay #stray kids imagines #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz x reader #stray kids series #straykids hard hours #stray kids smut #straykids smut #skz smut #skz

[002yb]

I had an idea. What if a never adopted Dick Grayson stays in the circus and he meets Jason Todd Wayne, the son of the most known billionaire in the town. And while hes really interested in the handsome boy what actually draws him in its the way Jason's eyes light up while he looks at Dick while performing, how he waits for him after the show to thank him (being the blushiest of boys) for such an amazing show, how after, when they're talking in the night his eyes reflect the fireworks and Dick is sure that Jason's orbs are more beautiful that anything hes seen

(Also imagine Bruce being an embarrasing dad and bith trying to set his boy up with his acrobat crush and wanting to preserve the babygirl's virtue)

An intense but fleeting love affair during Haly's brief tenure in Gotham because the trope never stays in any one city for too long. They're a traveling circus, after all. It's passionate and wonderful and sweet though and Jason holds onto the memories of it forever. //u///

In every universe, let Dick Grayson be Jason's first love. <3

It's not traditional for a circus act, but Jason still brings a bouquet of flowers to give Dick after one of his performances. And he's at that age where he gets tongue-tied and shy in light of all his awe and wonder, but the sentiment is so clear and Dick is so taken by this sweet boy. Performing is such a high for Dick, but to see Jason's wonder is exhilarating.

Dick taking one of the flowers from the bouquet and giving it to Jason. And when Jason stands there like a deer in the headlights, flushed and flustered, Dick laughs a bit - charmed - and tucks the flower behind Jason's ear and through the curls of his hair before he parts with a devastating smile and the warmest of thank you's

Also, back it the fuck up. Dick not realizing the flowers are for him. And he comments on how pretty they are before he gets the memo and the above happens. And then when he tucks the flower behind Jason's ear he gives Jason a little look and smiles a cheeky little smirk and is all sweetly flirty with a, 'yeah, pretty.'

AHH

Meanwhile Bruce standing two feet behind Jason just barely holding himself back from smacking Dick's hands away because this is fine. It's harmless. Jason, his sweet baby girl, is happy as can be. Look at that blush burning on the back of his neck. Oh, fuck.

Omg Dick making eye contact with Bruce and giving him one of these little ornery menace smiles •ᴗ•

That's how Bruce sees it, at least. In truth, it's a completely normal smile. And Bruce smiles back, but ◉‿◉

What I said about this being a fleeting love affair? Wrong. It's a years long thing that comes about because Haly purposefully makes a stop in Gotham every damn time and Bruce takes it personal. So does Jason, romantic that he is.

A relationship developing throughout the years. Friendship and youthful crushes and everyone knows it and thinks it's darling

It's Dick giving Jason a tour of the circus and introducing him to all his extended family

It's Dick being most excited to show Jason to the elephant. And laughing when Jason startles when Zitka scoops Jason up to sit on her trunk. Dick balancing Jason until he steadies and then they're all close and cozy and Bruce sees them from a distance and is mildly panicked because Jason can't have a boyfriend yet it's too soon this is scary territory alfred--

But also Dick teaching Jason other little tricks. Like juggling. And knife throwing. Little acrobatic tricks.

Dick bringing out Jason's playful side. An active encouragement given to Jason's quick wit and sharp tongue because Dick meets Jason tit for tat each time.

And by the time they're older, they're an unspoken thing. Whenever Dick gets back into town, Jason isn't far. It's the sweetest reunion each time with beaming smiles and hugs where Dick spins Jason around a couple of times before settling and just breathing in this boy he doesn't see nearly enough.

It's them getting into more trouble as they race through the circus

It's Jason helping to set everything up because he's so familiar with the going-ons

Sometimes Dick isn't even around. Jason will hang out with whoever is free. Oftentimes the older trope members, the retired aunties and uncles who entertain before the main act.

Omg, Jason sitting with some sweet granny and when Dick comes to fetch him after taking care of Dick's own chores, the granny shoos Dick away because he's not stealing Jason away that quick - wait his turn

Just Jason having endeared himself to a tight knit group after years and years

Dick used to be the circus sweetheart, but lbr. When Jason became Dick's sweetheart, things changed. //u///

But yes, more sweet happenings!

With Dick racing away with Jason after shows to get to the best spot to watch fireworks. Being more lost in the reflection of them off Jason's eyes than anything. Jason teasing Dick about how the fireworks are up there and Dick, smooth as can be, laughs and blatantly flirts because the fireworks are right here (as he points between the two of them)

And Jason flusters so bad he's sure he dies a bit and he shoves Dick and complains because corny (but Jason loves that)

Just two not quiet kids, not yet adults walking that line of plausible deniability although like...this is it

But wait:

Jason always bringing Dick a bouquet of flowers and Dick returning the same ritual of threading flowers in Jason's hair

And when Dick whisks them off to be alone after shows, all the sprigs of smaller flowers and foliage end up a crown over Jason's head. Sometimes with small petals stuck to Jason's skin

Extras:

Because you know there has to be a little silks scene where Dick gets his arm around Jason and gets them soaring off the floor in a little circle

And also trapeze because there's no way it can't happen

Just Jason leaping (and whoops forgot about Bruce, but his heart stops because that's his kid falling he doesn't care there's a safety net) and Dick drops himself from where his knees were hooked over his own bar until he's holding on by just his ankles because he saw Jason didn't jump quiet far enough

And it's just more charming smiles and heart thumping cuteness and Jason being in awe while Dick is all enamored ahhhhhh

#dickjay #jason's first love is dick grayson #circus au

[cupidl0vesy0u]

i would like to know more abt ur origins au i love origins

Thank you a lot :D here’s some other ideas I thought of.

TW : little bit of death mention

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Tommy

The color of his feathers are from Kristin. After he got revived they turned more dark and his ear-wings become permanently shorter.

His markings wouldn’t start to grow until he’s older, but because he died before that they showed after his revival that made his stop mentally aging but some of his features did changed after some years flew by.

Not only his wings changed, his eyes did too. Even though both Kristin’s and Philza’s eyes glow in dark, Tommy’s started to glow even in daylight.

His skin become more sensitive to sun so he had to wear protection. Philza used blanket he gave to Tommy when he was born, to make cape for his son to wear. Tommy usually wears the cape and hat that has veil on it.

Because of revival Tommy never got a proper grave, but he did saw a unfinished grave stone with his name on it in basement.

Just some other ideas

Death family lives in tree house which has more rooms in the trunk of the tree.

It doesn’t look like it, but Philza is more clingy then Missa. He loves when Missa preens his wings or they cuddle in fluffy pillows by the fireplace.

Philza has flower tattoos on his back which represents people he cares about.

Philza loves to do tapestry (mostly because I love the tapestry that is in movie Brave), he still has one that got unfinished after the tragedy.

Phil didn’t have the perfect childhood after his parents abandoned him in the nest, when he was older he met Techno who helped him after he had the same happened to him. Techno is bunny hybrid (maybe part piglin ?).

After Tommy was born Techno left to explore and look for other hybrids who might need safe space to live in. (He visit more often now to help out)

Missa loves to teach Spanish, Tallulah is the one who picked on it the most while Tommy and Philza are falling behind.

Chayanne started to love cooking after he helped Phil with soup that helped uncle Techno with fever. His favorite things to cook are family dinners when they all chat and eat together.

He loves to go out to swim with Niki, they talk about flowers and baking receipts. Chayanne started to rewrite some of his books on waterproof paper so Niki can read some stories she can’t get on her own.

Niki is quite skilled with swords even with her being water creature, she talks about beautiful fencer she meet on her adventures. Before she met Techno and came here.

Missa loves give Phil small kisses when he or Missa are upset, while Philza wears a lot of Missa’s shirts.

They write each other a small love letters every month to show how much they appreciate each other. Because both of them are stupid and think the other one doesn’t like them back.

They have a small shrine made for Kristin to thank her for protecting them all. And for her to have easier way out to visit.

Sneeg has now his wife and daughter here too :D (I be honest I just wanted to draw them three as little bug family).

Sometimes Sneeg hides in small areas and when you other residents find him he makes sound like Korok (Yahaha!), you don’t get something in return though, he steals something from you. (Mostly sugar or sweets but PSSST)

#till death separate us osmp au #cupidoodles #qsmp death family #tommyinnit #mumza #mumza goddess of death #pissa au #pissa #pissa nation #tallulah the egg #chayanne the egg #osmp #origins smp #philza #missasinfonia #osmp tommy #osmp philza #bunnyblade #nihachu #kinda mentioned #puffychu #osmp sneegsnag

[jamesunderwater]

Jily Microfic: Befriend

@jilymicro-oops - feb 24th, prompt: befriend - words: 1,376 Summary: I got bit by the Academic Rivals to Lovers bug. Lily got bit my a Venomous Tentacula.

Lily shrieked, jumping just out of reach of the Venomous Tentacula’s thorny vine. “Damn thing!” She spat, pulling off her gloves and throwing them to the ground. Wrenching the hair tie from her wrist, Lily pulled her frizzing hair into a secure knot on the top of her head, glaring at the plant as she did so. It seemed to be dancing gleefully in response to her frustration, its vines swaying in circles around its trunk. 

Though Lily was far from the only student yelling swear words at their Tentacula, her shrill tone cut through the rest, drawing James’s attention. He’d been watching as her face collected increasingly more dirt, his eyes unintentionally falling to the rapid rising and falling of her chest as her frustration grew. 

She seemed in particular need of help, though. It was one thing to watch her struggle with twisted enjoyment, but another thing altogether to let her be maimed. 

Lily didn’t notice his saunter – if she’d seen it, she’d likely have given him a few choice words not dissimilar to those she’d given her plant. James arrived at her side with ungloved hands in his pockets, tutting.

“Well, your first mistake was not having your hair up. Really, Evans, I know you’re at least smarter than that.”

Over the years, James had developed a scale for measuring Lily Evans’s rage. It ranged from Level 1 - hardly simmering at all, really more amused than anything; entirely too adorable; dangerous to be around for extended periods of time, to Level 8 - teetering on the very edge of casting a violent spell; a roaring fire should beware her presence; back away as slowly as possible. (It had started with only five levels, but as they got older, the range of her anger increased. James would have liked to make it a rounded ten, of course, but didn’t want to force the issue, and figured they still had a year of school left – there was time yet to discover new levels.)

The glare she gave him now said she was nearing Level 7 – outbursts almost 100% certain; taunting, at this time, would be similar to goading a mother bear with her cubs; warning, warning: will likely ignore you for a week if you decide to taunt anyway. In any other instance, James would have done everything he could to avoid losing Lily’s attention for an entire week. But…Merlin, Level 7 was entertaining.

Read the rest on AO3!

#i was just really in love with them from the previous micro #so this was already percolating #and then everyone was like 'ahhh academic rivals jily' and i hadn't even REALIZED that's what they were in the last one #so....here's more!!! we can all ride this fun lil wave together (; #jily #jily microfic #jily* #jple #james potter #lily evans #jily fic #hp #my writing

[neongreenllama]

Admirer

@wolfstarmicrofic

Remus watched as Sirius walked out of the waves. It was really unfair how he could look like a model all the time, his hair and swim trunks dripping and heavy, clinging to his form. As he arrived at the shore he shook out his hair like a dog. Anyone else would look ridiculous, Remus thought, but Sirius looked even better.

They had invited Harry’s friends to come to France with them for a week. They all deserved a vacation after everything. Most of all they deserved to just be careless kids for once.

France had been Sirius’s idea, who had wanted to show them all where he’d spent so much time when he was younger; some of the only good memories from his early childhood had happened in France. They also thought that visiting places Sirius used to spend time at might help him with getting some of the memories back Azkaban had taken from him. So far it was a slow process, though not completely in vain it seemed.

Sirius eyes found Remus who was sitting further up on the beach in the shade of a few rocks and walked over to him. Not looking awkward at all walking through the sand, of course. Sirius wasn't capable of looking awkward.

“I think you might have a secret admirer,” Remus said to him as he approached.

Sirius immediately turned around to scan the other people on the beach. Apart from the teenagers throwing themselves in the waves, there was only one older couple and a young family further down. Only Hermione was stood a little closer to the shore, looking right at them.

“What, Hermione?”

Remus breathed in. “No, not Hermione.”

Sirius took another second. “No,” he said, drawing the word out as it dawned on him, his eyes falling on Harry who very pointedly was not looking at them. When he turned back to Remus he was smirking in a way one might mistake for hopeful. Remus knew better. “You think?”

“I think it’s possible that he might just fancy you a tiny bit,” he worded carefully so as to not boost his ego too much.

“What makes you think that?”

“Well, he’s been watching you a lot when he thinks no one can see,” he started. “And he seems uncharacteristically sheepish around you lately, haven’t you noticed? He almost blushed when you praised him for a good Quidditch game yesterday.”

Sirius listened with his head tilted, considering Remus’s arguments. Apparently he concluded that Remus was right because a bright grin erupted on his face.

“Ha!” he exclaimed. “Well, why wouldn’t he? I mean look at me, Moony.”

He pointed to the general area of his body to make his point. Naturally he looked gorgeous, water still running down his skin and making the tattoos stand out even more. His hair was already starting to dry in the warm sun, forming soft waves to frame his face. He'd gained more muscles since Azkaban again, still looking lean but no longer skinny.

Remus completely understood the argument.

He couldn’t tell him that, of course. He’d already boosted his ego way too much.

“Alright, alright, don’t let it get to your head. Just be gentle with him when you let him down.”

Though Sirius’s smile didn’t dim as he made to sit down on the blanket next to him, and Remus knew he would never live this down.

“You’re dripping everywhere,” he chastised him for good measure and to get him off his high horse.

“Oh, don’t nag me you old hag.”

Remus looked away to hide his smile and shoved his lover off the blanket, only hearing an “Oi!” as he fell.

#wolfstarmicrofic #wolfstar fanfic #this is the first one i'm posting it did i do it right? #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar

[autisticgoten]

[Image ID/transcript under the cut]

Goten over the years! These are some concepts for a Super rewrite thing a friend and I have been working on :)

Goten is the main character along with Trunks... To expand on what Toriyama sort-of set up in DBZ, Goten and Trunks are intended to be the new generation full of promise, and take a much more important role in the story and conflicts than Super as it is.

There's a lot here and I've been drawing a lot of concept art regardless so I'm sure I'll expand on some of this stuff later haha. Goten and Trunks' fusion training on Metamor in particular is something I've been having a lot of fun with...

[Image ID.

Image 1: A digital artwork of three full-body depictions of Goten, lined up next to each other against a blank background, at different ages. The first age, labelled '>7' at the top, shows a young Goten in his gi as he appears in Dragon Ball Z, smiling at the viewer. Handwritten notes around him read:

Makeshift gi made by Chi-Chi for his training

No tail... yet (removed at birth)

Chi-Chi & Goten can't cut hair very well so it became a Goku-esque bird's nest

Lives simply and happily with his family, but becomes uncomfortable when he feels like something is being kept from him or he is missing something

Semi-frequent excursions to West City to see the Briefs -- his world is Mt. Paozu and Capsule Corp

Partners-in-crime with Trunks -- though this is actually the phase of life they see each other the least. Their partnership is also less equal at this time with Trunks taking the lead more & Goten deferring to the older kid.

The second age is labelled '11', and shows a visibly older Goten, over a head taller than the last age. He is dressed in the outfit he wears for most of Dragon Ball Super, and now as a tail hanging by his side. He is smiling at the viewer and holding up a peace sign. Handwritten notes around him read:

Super timeline starts

Grew back tail from the stress of Beerus's threats (along with Trunks) -- they were so excited their parents didn't remove them again (so long as the moon stays destroyed)

Struggles with loneliness when Gohan marries Videl & moves out, and visits him regularly, often without warning

Motivated to train more seriously with Goku -- wants to protect Earth and his family

The third age is labelled '14-15', and is also visibly older. He is wearing his outfit from the 'Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero' movie and has a sheepish smile on his face while waving at the viewer. His tail is curled up by his side. Handwritten notes around him read:

Now attending Blue Hal School with Trunks -- they are getting a lot closer

Getting very serious abt training -- now doing fusion training on Metamor with Trunks

Increasingly feeling the toll of Earth's safety beginning to be entrusted to him

Gets along very well with most ppl at school but struggles to form deeper connections -- a bit of a social drifter

In his spare time, video games are starting to be a major form of escapism

More assertive around people he knows well, but struggles with acquaintances

Realises he's bi :)

Image 2: A digital artwork of three more full-body depictions of Goten, continuing on from the last image. The first age is labelled '16-17' and shows an older Goten in his school uniform from the latest manga arc of Dragon Ball Super, holding his school bag with his other hand on his waist, smiling confidently at the viewer. His tail curls inward towards his legs. Handwritten notes around him read:

More involved in the community -- operating as a hero with Trunks, forming deeper bonds at school

Keeps himself busy with a variety of extracurriculars, parties, casual dates, and odd jobs for cash

Learns instant transmission!

Still goes with the flow but now more confident in his independence

Some of his activities take him away from Trunks but even apart they are close -- always texting

Official video game addict

Training is still very important to him but just one factor of his schedule & interests

The next age is labelled '19'. Goten is dressed in a loose-fitting purple shirt with Sonic the Hedgehog on it, with a black undershirt under it, loose yellow pants, and large black boots with red soles. He is stretching his arms and looking to the left with a dazed expression, and his tail is wrapped around his left leg. Handwritten notes around him read:

Has moved out & is living with Trunks in a bid for independence

Attempted uni for a semester, quit, still doing odd jobs -- a tiny bit directionless

No longer operating regularly as a hero but sometimes helps Gohan

Dedicated to training as a lifestyle, much like Goku, but does a lot of other things

He and Trunks are attempting to be financially indepedent

Sometimes suffers burnout

Apartment is in Central City, but frequently visits home and Gohan with instant transmission.

The next age is labelled '22+', and shows Goten in a gi very similar to Goku's during DBZ, complete with the 悟 ('go') kanji, with chunky blue boots. He is smiling broadly at the viewer, and has hair similar to Goku's except much longer -- going down past his chin. Handwritten notes around him read:

Runs a martial arts/swordsmanship school with Trunks!

Still messes around with odd jobs but the school is his main focus

Also runs community programs through the school

He and Trunks are two of the major Z Fighters on call in case of emergency

Image 3: The last two images put together, except without the handwritten notes.

End ID.]

#myth's art #original #goten #super rewritten #dragon ball #son goten #dragon ball z #dragon ball super #dbz #dbs #concept art

[putterpen]

I've wanted to draw Marron for eons but was too lazy. I got unlazy enough to draw her finally! My version of her older self, made her hair a bit darker blond, and kinda gave her her GT eyes. My Marron becomes an actress and gets a lot of roles in drama/soap operas, and even some action shows. She has a best friend named Marzipan who is her agent and costume designer.

I've shipped her with Trunks for a long time, in my head at least, and I still ship them even if Super is ( I think?) pairing Trunks with Mai. TruMar is cute.

#dragonball gt #dragon ball #dragonball super #dragonball z #marron #trunks #sketch #putterpenart #myart

[duhragonball]

I know this is probably the bare minimum to ask for, but one thing I kind of wish the 3-chapter prequel mini-story gave to Goten was to have him be far more successful with the ladies compared to Trunks. It would have served as a bit of interesting irony (to me, at least). Trunks, a member of the wealthy Briefs family, having issues getting a date while Goten, a farm boy from the mountains, could pick up dates like it's second-nature to him.

I mean, that's a nice gag, I suppose, but the Mai business would get in the way. It's impossible to tell how much game Trunks has with the ladies while he's constantly pining for Mai (and Cleangod, apparently). Goten kind of has him beat by default, simply because he isn't wasting his time on someone who clearly has no interest in him.

The thing is, I feel like there's too much focus on Big Goten as a romantic deal. All I ever hear of is who he's dating or who he should be dating. In Z he's got a date on the day of the tournament. In GT he's dating Palace and he teaches her how to eat. In fanworks it's always a question of which ship he's plugged into. He's with Marron, he's with Bulla, he's with Trunks, he's with Palace, etc. etc.

And that's fine, but I think it sidesteps the matter of who Teen/Adult Goten is as a character. Take away the love interests. Take away Trunks, take away Goku and Gohan. What have you got left? What's the hook? Why do we care about a grown-up version of Goten? What's the draw?

I'm not saying there isn't one, or that there can't be one, but the official material has never really cracked that nut. Toriyama could do it, because he did it with Goku and Gohan. He just hasn't had any motivation to give Goten the same treatment. I'll even go as far as to say Toyotaro could do it, but he hasn't done it yet. His big idea for Goten was to have him go to high school and be a super hero, which is just a Xerox of his older brother's exploits. Maybe Goten can go into entomology too...

To give you an idea of what I'm talking about, let's use Launch as an example. She's a sorely underutilized character, and the fanbase has always wanted to see more done with her, just like Goten. The difference is that Launch has this core concept that's really easy to latch onto. She changes personality when she sneezes. Sometimes she's a violent criminal, and other times she's mild and unassuming.

And it's not a lot compared to major characters like Goku and Bulma, but it's still enough to figure out how to write a standalone Launch story. You can have her date Tien or Raditz or anyone else you want, but you can also just do Launch all by herself, living her life and dealing with her dual personalities.

You can get some mileage out of Goten being a ladies' man, but it needs a little more. Yamcha was a hopeless romantic, but he was terrified of women, and when he finally got over his fear, he still struggled to figure out how to balance relationships with martial arts. Bulma's always been boy-crazy, but instead of just picking out a boyfriend she invented a radar to track down a magic dragon to get an ideal boyfriend. That says a lot about the character, regardless of whether she actually gets a love interest or not.

To be fair, I imagine this is something Goten fic authors contend with all the time. Each of them probably has their own approach to the character, some working better than others. But when DBS Chapter 88 came out, all I saw were people going "Oh boy, he can date Chok and Fayra now!" and that sounds like it's just sidestepping the fundamental problem with the character.

#ask duhragonball

[itsmeimtheproblemitsme]

Rain of Fire (HOTD multi charc. x Fem!Lannister! Reader)

hello, my name's mel! this is a multi-chapter/part fic with different endings and characters all from hotd. this is the sort of preview for the rest of the series. i will be releasing a different set of chapters for each character listed below-

Aemond Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Jacaerys Velaryon

Criston Cole

more characters may be added later on!

Your eyes follow the small drops of rain as they fall down the windows of your room.  Lighting illuminates the ground before Casterly Rock, the trees swaying in the wind nearly being ripped out by their roots. You twist uncomfortably in bed as the lighting strikes once more, thunder deafening your ears. Clasping your hands over your head you jump from the bed, drawing the curtains together. Nerves alight, your mind took a brief reprieve from the storm to follow the events of the morrow. Well, meeting your suitors to be more specific. Your Father had been somewhat lenient the past few years, allowing you time to yourself, but over the course of the past few months, he had been oddly fervent when it came to your betrothal. Which meant the next morning you would be loaded into a carriage and shipped off to King’s Landing, something you very much did not look forward to. 

A sharp knock on the door jolted you from your thoughts, “My Lady?” a timid voice called out, another knock following. 

“Yes?” You responded, feet meeting the cool stone floor, hand fumbling with the door to open it. 

“Your Father has sent me to assure you are resting before your visit to King’s Landing,” she said her hands clasped behind her back, a tired look on her face.

“Yes, I am resting as well as I can, considering the circumstances,” you whisper the last part under your breath, head turned to the side hand on the door desperately wanting to slam it shut and throw yourself back into bed to get at least one hour of sleep before morning. 

“Well, rest well my Lady,” she says, turning on her heel and disappearing down the hall.

A sigh leaves your lips as you shut the door and plop back into bed, twisting your necklace in your fingers, the silver of Valyrian silver glints back at you as if mocking you. Tossing it to the side you throw the covers over your head and pray for the storm to worsen. 

****

A sharp knock awakens you from your deep slumber, slowly pushing back your blanket you walk to the door, rubbing your eyes, “Come in!”

“My Lady, I’m here to help you pack your things and get ready for the day,” a woman says a small smile spread on her mouth. 

“Thank you,” you reply as you turn to grab a trunk for your dresses and shoes. 

“You have a big day ahead of you my Lady, how are you feeling?” she asks, carefully sectioning your hair to start a braid. 

You ponder your response for a moment, this was it, the day you met your, many as your Father had said, suitors. Your feelings were certainly mixed, on the one hand, you were glad to finally be leaving Casterly Rock for the first time in over ten years, on the other hand, you were nervous, what if your suitors didn’t like you? What if they found you ugly or unappealing? What are they like? Do they prefer training with the blade or a book of prose? There were so many questions swirling about your brain you didn’t even notice your lady-in-waiting had begun to dress you. An elegant crimson gown with gold accents and a flowery brocade. A bit too much in your opinion, considering how long the carriage ride was to King’s Landing, but a first impression should be a good one you supposed. 

Another knock interrupted your thoughts, this time the culprit was none other than your older brother Jason. He chuckled at the look of annoyance spread across your face.

“Dear sister, it is nearly time to depart, are you ready to set off?” 

You huffed sliding on your matching slippers and marched past him, “Of course, I’m ready to leave, I’ll meet you at the carriage.”

He quickly followed after. 

****

Your eyes nearly rolled out of their sockets as your Father explained for the thousandth time the appropriate greetings to the Princess Rhaenyra, the King, and the other members of the royal family currently in King’s Landing. 

Staring out the window you felt your mouth twist into a frown, “Father, enough of the etiquette of greetings, can you at least regale me with the names of my potential suitors?” You asked, annoyance filling your tone, eyes sending a glare to your older brother, who was certainly not helping. 

“Well, I thought it best to wait until we arrive in King’s Landing to give them a proper chance to introduce themselves to you,” he said opening up a scroll, effectively putting an end to the conversation. 

Resting your head in your hand your eyes followed along the road, the green trees flowing past, hoping that your first day back in King’s Landing wouldn’t be a total disaster. 

*****

The carriage comes to a halt, jolting you awake, the sun blinds you as you adjust your dress and hair, tucking your necklace out of view. Your brother nudges your shoulder and steps out of the carriage, you stand smoothing out your gown, and quickly take his hand, letting him help you out of the carriage. The sight of the palace and city guards welcomes you. You smile, it seems like much hasn’t changed in the last ten years. Your second oldest brother, now Master of Coin welcomes you, “Welcome to King’s Landing, sister,” he says leading you through the palace.

Your heart flutters so much in excitement and nervousness, you feel it might take flight as you turn the numerous corridors to be presented to the court. You come to a halt, just before the throneroom, hands nervously grabbing at your dress head held high, a horn sounds, and the nobles in the room turn their heads, their eyes all focused on you. Your nerves go straight to  your stomach and you think you might puke, but as your eyes scan the crowd, they land on a pair of familiar reassuring ones. A smile ghosts your lips as you step forward,  hands now limp by your side as the King welcomes you, your Father and brother. 

****

The night goes on without any problems, your nerves still on high alert every time you introduce yourself or someone introduces themselves to you. Most of the people you do not recognize, only to remember once they give their name and a story from when you were children. A laugh escapes your throat at the retelling of one of those very tales when a throat clears behind you. Your hand quickly covers your mouth as you turn on your heel, eyes meeting with…

#hotd x reader #hotd x you #house of the dragon #hotd spoilers #jacaerys targaryen #jacaerys x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys targaryen x reader #daemon targeryen x reader #prince aemond #aemond fic #jacaerys fic #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x y/n #aemond one eye #aemond smut #aemond imagine #jacaerys imagine #aemond x reader #aemond x you #jacaerys x y/n #criston cole x you #criston cole #criston cole x reader #criston cole x y/n #ser criston cole #jecaerys targaryen #crispin cole #mels fics #mels rain of fire

[greenhousethree]

11, 20 and 26 for Ginny....

26 with respect to Lily Potter...?

Thanks for the questions, anon! (Wheee more procrastination for meee...) Ask game here.

11. Faceclaim for the role of Ginny:

This'll be disappointing but I don't really picture a particular person for Ginny; she has a face and disposition in my head that I haven't seen and don't have the skills to artistically render. Closest would probably be, you guessed it, Luca Hollestelle. I think there's a reason she's so widely accepted as Ginny's face claim.

20. Scars:

Most of Ginny's physical scars come from growing up with six older brothers. I've mentioned the one above her belly-button from Ron's wooden sword in this fic, and I think there might be several other little ones, a few of which become bittersweet reminders of Fred (he knocked her down two flights of stairs with a flying trunk, ffs). Her first time falling off Charlie's broomstick earned her a pretty banged-up knee, too; she was so eager to climb back on that her mum didn't get around to healing it until it had scarred over. You can still see a few of those jagged lines, if you know where to look.

Ginny's lucky to not have many lasting scars from the war. She broke an ankle in the Department of Mysteries, but only needed a bit of Skele-Grow. And while she was pretty battered and bruised after the Battle of Hogwarts, most of that was temporary, too.

The big one I'll mention, I guess, is less of a surface scar and more a minor disfigurement as the result of an injury, which again is described in this fic and alluded to in Chasing. For me, it was important to represent the Carrows' physical violence that Neville references, in addition to spells and curses that can sometimes be hard to relate to as a reader, particularly at a point in the series when the Unforgivables are thrown around so callously. Magic isn't the only thing that hurts, and magic can't fix everything.

26. What would Ginny do if stuck in an elevator with Lily Potter?

Not sure what circumstances have led to this situation, but we're rolling with it...

First thing's first, Ginny's trying everything she can think of to get the lift moving again. She's not scared so much as annoyed; she stopped by the Ministry on her way to meet a friend for coffee and now she's running late, trapped between two sets of metal grills and surrounded by anti-Apparition wards.

I'm imagining Lily is some sort of spectral presence here, a la the Resurrection Stone (my toxic trait is my inability to synthesize anything AU). Still, it doesn't take Ginny long to realize who she is. Thoughts of later plans vanish, and she quits trying to transfigure the lift's ceiling into a trapdoor as she recognizes Harry's eyes.

And they talk.

Ginny asks questions, of course. The first ones that come to mind, because naturally she draws a blank about anything she's ever wondered up till now. No one expects to be caught in an elevator with their fiancé's dead mother. Do you know who I am? Do you get to watch over Harry, or something? Did you always know he'd be okay, or were you still worried about the prophecy? He still doesn't talk much about his parents. Now's her chance.

The harder part comes with Lily's questions. Is her son happy? Overall, yeah, I think. Does he take enough time for himself? Er... sort of. Does he make you happy? Do you two want kids?

They talk a bit about Teddy (Remus sends his gratitude), and then Ginny stares at her boots as Lily thanks her and bestows her resounding approval, which feels a bit odd coming from someone nearly Ginny's own age.

She promises to pass on Lily's apology for not being there, at the wedding. As if that day will really even matter, as if there haven't already been a million birthdays and holidays and Sunday afternoons Ginny would rather him have with them instead.

Magical Maintenance doesn't take too long to arrive on the scene, and by the time the lift is clattering back to the atrium Lily's gone and Ginny's wondering if she's gone funny in the head. She spends the rest of the afternoon walking along the river, bypassing the coffeeshop where she's due and wondering how she'll talk to him about it, whether he'll even believe her.

She'll regret it later, not asking about Severus or James.

#whoops took that last one and ran with it #asked and answered #ginny weasley #lily evans #anon ask #headcanon #harry potter

[joyfulexperiment]

Joyful Experiment, Day #9: "Middlefest," charcoal

Shallan jumped, safehand to breast, and spun.

He rested up a tree limb, wearing his black outfit. He moved as she saw him, and the spiky limbs retreated in wave of vanishing red and orange. It was the messenger who had spoken to Father earlier. - Brandon Sanderson's Words of Radiance

(Art diary, the weirdness of a drawing a book-accurate fantasy species of tree, and sharing about what happens when a book is there for you at the right time, under the cut.)

I feel excited to post this one - it's not really any more skillful than the rest, but the picture means something to me, I find.

I blame Sanderson for his description of the jella tree, which is is naturally adapted to thrive in an environment that gets weekly hurricanes. It has long, pointed, spiny leaves of pink, orange, and yellow that look like explosions of colour, or as though the tree were on fire, and which pull inside the trunk if they sense movement (to avoid being ripped off by storms.) Further, the trunks are rock hard because they are evolved to take in the detritus that naturally falls in the rain and incorporate it into the trunk and heart of the tree to make it withstand gale force winds.

I actually tried drawing this scene once last year, from a much further away and level perspective, and tried to be very literal about those spiny leaves, which came out looking like gigantic evergreen needles. The effect was ugly and sparse looking. So for this attempt, I decided to be less literal and be more inspired by the flame description, rounding them out and bringing them to a point with a tinge of what might be a contrasting colour if this weren't a pencil sketch. The result looks a bit goofy, chaotic, and Dr. Suess-ish, but I consider it an improvement on the previous picture, and it does get more the effect I was going for if you stand back and don't look closely at any particular leaf.

As for for the trunk, Sanderson doesn't tell us how this rock hard tree draws leaves inside itself, so I decided maybe it was like a fantastic crackled egg shell with gooey bits holding the crackles together, where the hatching dinosaur baby might stick its little beak or appendages out and pull them back in several times without wrecking the shape or integrity of the egg. (I know - we raised chickens and turkeys for years, and I know this isn't quite how it works - but I establish my image, don't I?) To this effect, I decided the trunk would be a bit like a spruce tree, covered with random non-corresponding shapes and nobbles with seams between them that all fit together like a mosaic. The leaves pull in and out through the seams. I don't have the skill yet to pull off what I was going for, but you get the idea.

I am happier with how the people in this picture turned out. Though they could of course use work, I think I did a better job with foreshortening then usual, and it was fun making little choices like giving Hoid a cape or short boots. Shallan's havah (dress) was tricky to figure out, as this is a flashback scene to her early teens. I didn't want to give it too much shape (I wanted her to look a little stubbier at this age than later) nor did I want to make it too fancy or embellished, because it would make her look older. But then again, she's at a festival, so it made sense she'd been wearing something a bit special. For cultural reasons of modesty, Vorin women cover their left hands with long sleeves buttoned closed, and this seemed like a promising part of the outfit to add some ornamentation.

This scene means a lot to me. Without spoilers, in this scene Shallan meets Hoid, who is much older than he looks and will become a sort of mentor figure to her, for the first time. She's living through some extremely difficult events, and feels at once helpless to change anything and like the only one who can keep her family from being destroyed. She's weeping, and then she sees a funny man in a tree who asks her questions that open up her mind, spins her a tale like a true storyteller and engages her in a Socratic discussion about it, and finally shows her something wondrous. She doesn't meet him again till adulthood, and even then they meet seldom, but every time they meet I am so, so delighted.

When I was reading the Stormlight Archive aloud to my brother last year, I wasn't in a situation anything like Shallan's, thank God, but I was going through possibly the most awful time of my life, which turned out all right but that I am still working through on some level. It was a situation where, like Shallan, I could do very little change anything except pray and try to be a source of stability through it all for the others who were suffering. About four days into it, someone told me I was just scarring myself further by allowing myself no mental escape from it. They told me, "Go on praying, go on listening, go on being there for the ones who need it - but there's no knowing how long this will go on. Please, you'll be better able to come through this if you listen to some music or read a book or something, even for a little."

So I decided it would help both me and my brother to continue our read aloud. It was a lifesaver. Those books are not perfect books, but there is much, much that is beautiful and fascinating and thoughtful, and encouraging in them. We let ourselves laugh at the funny moments, and speculate about the mysteries. We were already far enough into the story before this crisis started that we were emotionally attached to Kaladin, Shallan, Dalinar, and the rest. And there was something about their story that made it seem like it wasn't a pure escape - when we finished a reading, we felt a little bit strengthened to carry on through what we were facing with new resolve and trust, to stay soft even though it hurt, to work through the anger and the sorrow, to trust God for what would come next. It feels embarrassing in some ways that we were leaning on Brandon Sanderson novels of all things, but there was a grace in it I am thankful for. The timing was right.

#traditional art #art challenge #words of radiance #stormlight archive #hoid #shallan davar #cosmere #cfsbf

[5t4r1i9ht]

I've moved for place to place trying to find a place that truly enchants me, I get word of Romania a beautiful country known for its castles and landscapes after studying the language for a while only to get partially fluent I decide it's time to move out, I've enjoyed Florida with the warmth and it's beaches but it truly isn't for me. Grabbing my leather Swiss army bag and a duffle bag and a pack pack I set out. I get on a train heading to Vâlvea County, on this trip I take out my laptop and begin to message the person I plan to stay with for the first few months till I get on my feet, he was the reason I planned to move to Romania anyways. He and I have been friends since I was little, we met at my middle school both of us were Cuban and we bonded over our interests in art. 'Andrew' though my nickname for him was 'Scot' somehow and he called me 'Nyx' I've always been enthralled by the stars and night sky.

"Hey how many more hours do you have till your here" -'Scotty <3'

"About and hour and 30 mins now"-'Nyxxypoo'

"I know your..different but some of the stuff here is intense, you won't be able to leave after coming here Nyx. It's your decision but I want you to be sure.- 'Scotty <3'

"I'm certain Scot, don't worry about me remember I may be older now but I'm just as skilled or more!"-'Nyxxypoo'

"I know I know, I'll see you soon<3"-'Scotty <3'

I smile and prepare some designs of jewelry I'd like to make before arriving at the village, a piece of amber that has a fly infused in it  is what I hope to be my first finished project after moving in.

-Time skip-

I got off the train, Scot said he'd be here soon to pick me up. When a Dacia 1300 pulled up that was purple with pale green accents I knew it was him "Hop in loser I got a lot to tell you" I roll my eyes putting my bags in the trunk and pulling out an Amethyst necklace that I made for him. I go to the front seat accidentally slamming the door warning me a glare from Scot, I pull out the necklace smiling oddly making his glare soften. Taking it from my calloused hands he smiles softly "thank you Nyx" I smile proudly seeing it fit his vibe. Off we go, he began to ramble about the village I signed myself off for, cold, a god? That's a woman? 4 lords?, huh? I blanked out a bit and after dumping enough information to fit inside the sun he turns to me "did you get that?" I nod awkwardly 'no' he sighs "you'll see anyways it should be fine." Now that concerned me. I raise an eyebrow "we're hereeeee!" He bursts out with a grin. I sigh opening my sides door and walking to the open trunk taking out my bags we head to the door as he fumbles with his keys. "I split the garage in half so now you'll be able to do your stuff and I'll do mine. you can put your stuff here" he motions to the now open side of the door. 

WOW.

This is real.

And definitely happening.

I need a drink.

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This is my first time making a comic like this so I apologize for the messiness but I added the fic I based it on, it is my work so there’s no need to tag another creator but I do hope you enjoy this silly comic I plan on posting more here, I just got over a years worth art block so I hope it’s no problem. Eventually I’ll move to digital media but my drawing tablets cable broke so I need to wait to buy a replacement ❤️

#fanfic #cómic #alcina x female reader #alcina x y/n #alcina dimitrescu x fem! reader #lgbt #queer

[ohc-and-the-music-tapes-archive]

Archived blog post by Optical Atlas about "2nd Imaginary Symphony for Cloudmaking" and hand drawn Music Tapes t-shirts

[copy below, in case link would not work]

In 2002 Julian Koster of the Music Tapes notified those on E6 Townhall that he was going to begin selling CD-R copies of his upcoming albumThe 2nd Imaginary Symphony for Cloudmaking. A little while later he came through with a first shipment, and fans received a CD-R with a strand of Julian's hair just hanging out from under a label depicting crayon-colored clouds. Because of a long delay in shipping the orders, he sent a hand-drawn "Friends of the Music Tapes" tee-shirt with each package. Julian also mentioned that he had so much fun sending out these packages that he was considering self-releasing the album instead of sending it out via Merge Records. He told us that what we had was a rough mix, and was already becoming more layered and complex as he worked on it.

My wife and I sat down to listen to the 2nd Imaginary Symphony on September 11, 2002, finally turning off the television after endless retrospectives that featured the same footage of planes crashing into the towers. The album begins with a little bit of singing saw, and a narrator--not Julian, but the sort who might narrate one of those old Walt Disney storybook records for children--tells us the story of a young boy named Nigh who follows a mysterious older friend to a factory that produces the clouds of the sky. Apart from the saw (which succumbs to a lovely crescendo in the finale), there's no singing, and no songs. But it's quintessential Music Tapes.

A little while after that we received a second package, a second CD-R, and two more tee shirts. Apparently Julian lost his first shipment list, found our letter, and send one tee shirt for my wife and myself, thinking we hadn't received the first one. I gave the CD-R to my brother-in-law as a birthday gift; I don't believe he ever listened to it. The tee shirts we haven't worn, and they're a bit wrinkled in these photos because for a couple years they've been tucked into a dresser. Now they're hanging up, and I'll have to iron them and take one out on the town when the weather gets warmer. It's almost four years since Julian sent the CD-Rs out, but last August Julian recently posted at the Townhall to reassure us that more Music Tapes material is coming, including the official release of the 2nd Imaginary Symphony. He wrote: "Hello, hello! Goodmornings, afternoons, and evenings to you all! I just wanted to share with you all that the song album is being mastered in early September, and has in fact left the womb, and though I love it very much It is now time to let it go lead its own life. The final version of the story record has already been mastered, and is worth waiting for (rather than seeking out the early versions i promise). There will not be any word on release dates untill early fall, so I'm afraid there IS still a wait before you, but much shorter than those you've grown use to." In the meantime, I know some have been curious to see what the shirts* looked like, so here are some photos. The most elaborate shirt features the following text (all grammar and spellings are "sic"):

"Late August, corner of W. 80th St. and Amsterdam Avenue in New York City. 2000 and two. And old woman in a rain slicker is loading most of her belongings into a trunk on the street. Her belly is full of Hominy Grits. She learned the recipie from her Grandmother as a little girl. She still remembers drawing pictures with her bare Fingers in the Steam clouded windows accross from the stove. She still remembers fealing warm and Safe. How her grandfather could make a spoon float several feet in the air above her, without even lifting a finger. He seldome Spoke, and never Smiled. This parlor trick was the Sole means of Communication between them. I hope she doesn't mind me writing all of this down. She does Not know me, nor I, her. I am familliar only with the warmth that traveled A million human miles and took the care to visit her image upon me for even the briefest of Moments. She will load her trunk intoo the Caboose of a Great passenger train. She will fall in love with a man her own age. Together they will invent a methode of playing the piano that allows for the Storage and Compartmentalization of time. In this way they will begin the Capturing and preservation of indevidual moments. They will build themselves a Workshop in a functioning German Clock tower. They will begin with the preservation of random moments, and eventualy find themselves drawn mostly to moments of sentimentality. The Old Woman sits and blows on her fingers. It's winter. Her hands are cold. She Plays a moment from her childhood. A windy day, the Sun filters through the clouds. It's 1920. There is a great wind, and the mustache of a distinguished gentleman is blown clear off his face. The moustache, a trimmed handlebar, takes flight, Flapping through the air in a birdlike fashion. It is soon joined by the moustaches of Several other men. The wind blows and blows. The moustaches, now numbering in the thousands, migrate Southward for the winter. The old woman stops playing. The Old man walks over to her and Smiles. They love each other dearly. In time they will run out of moments of their own sentimentality to distill and preserve. And so they will begin to detail yours. At 1st you will apear to them in dreams. Only when you wear this Shirt. They will coment on their common dreams, and begin to compare notes. In their dreams they will always try to read this Shirt. They will never succede. My Writing is too small and illegeible. My spelling to difficult to decode. They will grow fond of you, and look forwards always to the next time you put on the Shirt. They will share with you your moments of sentimentality. Play them over and over again on their Piano. In time you will come to feal them....and Never again will you feal alone."

*On the subject of Elephant 6 shirts: lou2ser wants your E6 tee-shirt photos for his flickr archive. His shirts are less wrinkly than mine.

#the Music Tapes #Julian Koster #visual arts #2nd Imaginary Symphony for Cloudmaking #fan's stories #photos #2002 #2006 #merch

[dballzposting]

I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. BUT IS THIS REALLY REAL? ARE WE ALL SEEING THIS?

- Dragon ball wont fucking die so they have to keep coming up with new shit and they were like OK. Let’s do a Goten & Trunks thing. It’s untapped potential. 

- Becasue of that, becasue of them needing a story to tell, they indirectly confirmed many things that many of us already assumed but could never be said. Things like: Goten & Trunks still hang out even when they get a little older (although to be fair in the Super anime we saw them together constantly, but still, the gap between that and EOZ was unspoken for); they play video games; goten & trunks are still on the same wavelength; THEY ATTEND THE SAME SCHOOL, etc etc.

- THIS IS HUGE ! CANON GOTEN & TRUNKS MANGA! THIS ISNT FUCKING FANART! THIS IS REAL SHIT!!!!!

Im only like um 10 pages in but commenting on what I’ve seen: ARE YOU SEEING THIS SHIT ???

THIS IS SO FUNNY ...

- “we need to do a story with goten and trunks.” “What should they be doing?” “Um, the franchise is doing a SUPERHERO theme right now, so they should be SUPERHEROS, Like The Great Saiyaman!” “AWESOME! But why? They thought that the Saiyaman stuff was a little lame, no doubt..?” “Well. They’re dragon ball characters so they just have a natural affinity for saving people and being helpful, first of all. Second of all, Goten & Trunks are certified teens now so aesthetic and style is important to them, they absolutely would not go for that saiyaman shit. So clearly they have a DIFFERENT source of inspiration.” “What you mean like a video game character or something...?” “...YES.”

- “Okay so WHAT sort of video game hero is he like.. what’s his SCHTICK?” “Um. IDK. He cleans shit. Mr. Clean.” “We’ll call him...CLEANGOD. It’s stupid enough that it’s in-line for Goten & Trunks.”

AND GOTEN & TRUNKS ARE REALLY STICKING TO THAT CLEAN SCHTICK !!!! AND IT’S SO STUPID BECASUE THEY LITERALLY .. 

HAVE TO COMMIT TO THIS BIT! GAH!!

LIKE THEY MADE CLEANING COOL!! Gotta Take Out The Trash . . . 

and it’s dragon ball and it won’t fucking die so now they play video games and everyone has a CELL PHONE. Fuck it. Chichi on FaceTime

^ GOTEN YANKING OFF HIS PANTYHOSE ??

And “Our Transformation Sequences Aren’t Heroic At All.” That’s what he calls it. That’s what he says. That’s how he thinks.

HERE’S A SCENE THAT’S GOING TO MAKE ME THROW UP:

WHAT DOES THAT FUCKING MEAN !!!

in this manga, Trunks has to ask Pilaf to make him a watch like The Great Saiyaman’s so that he can change outfits instantaneously. Like, he doesnt know how to make one himself. Like .. MAYBE GOTEN ISNT BEING SHITTY but HE REALLY MEANS IT ?! Guys this is a canon manga. Toriyama worked on this shit. We can’t take this lightly. DOES TRUNKS NOT KNOW HOW TO DO SHIT?

Trunks says that and then Goten is like “Clearly you don’t know how to suicidebait people online.” IS THIS REAL?

Does Trunks sit down at the computer like Vegeta and cross his arms and squint really hard and like ... NOT REALLY UNDERSTAND WHAT’S GOING ON OR HOW IT WORKS? Like. Maybe he can do mechanical stuff. He can build a BMX bike and he can help his mom make blueprints. He can fix shit. But computers, are, like, it all happens behind the scenes, man. Those motherboards are tiny. Maybe he just doesnt fair well with what he cant SEE. Who knows...

UP NEXT: SON GOTEN PANTY SHOT ?!

HIS PHONE IS IN THERE VIBRATING. YES HE HAS A PHONE. EVERYBODY HAS A PHONE NOW. 

BUT... WHERE’S THE POCKET EXACTLY ...?

THE COMPOSITION OF THIS SHOT .. THEY HAD TO DRAW HIS CAPE LIGHTLY WAVING OUT OF THE WAY ... SO WE CAN ALL SEE HIS ASS VIBRATE ..

WAIT. GIVE ME LIKE 5 MINUTES. 

Speaking of Son Goten’s outfit. Look at his jeans and belt:

Typical enough in dragon ball but like... I’m jealous. Who bought him that nice ass belt.

Anyway this is just so stupid look at this.

Goten on his damn phone. Trunks is like “I just wanna FIGHT SOME MIGHTY EVIL and do it with swagg :/”

Honestly I feel for the kid. In blood and upbringing, he just wants to do good, kick ass, and pop off. Hang in there little dude...!

KINTO-UN CAMEO ! Also THEY GO TO THE SAME SCHOOL?!!1>?!?!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!?

I should save the rant about their superhero outfits for a different post but IDK when that’ll be. Theyre just so stupid. They’re skintight yet bulky at the worst points. Theyre ugly colors. GOTEN HAS A LONG, LUXURIOUS CAPE while Trunks has a TINY BABY BITCH CAPE and I KNOW they pick on each other for that stuff.

Goten is like “Atleast my cape isnt a napkin. Atleast when we’re in the air everybody can see my cape and know I’m a superhero.” And then when he goes to the bathroom and comes back there is pee and toilet paper stuck on his cape and it gets caught on all the door handles.

Trunks is like “Goten. You don’t live in Capsule Corp so I dont blame you for not knowing this, but when you design any new product, you have to learn how to marry STYLE with USE. My cape has attitude, it’s short and advant-garde, it’s recognizable, and it’s PRACTICAL. Your cape is gonna have you getting tangled up in yourself while trying to catch bullets.”

Goten is like “It is YOU who doesnt know anything about style. Watch my cape frame every pose I pull, silhouetting me against the backdrop of carnage that we have arrived to fix; watch my cape dance behind me like a loyal shadow; watch my large, classy, strong cape bring comfort to these towns on SIGHT, while your tiny baby bitch cape distinguishes you only as a feckless fool, an EMBARRASSMENT to heroes everywhere, and the forces of evil will point and laugh when you threaten them!”

and then when goten walks away Trunks just picks up goten’s cape and puts it on some piece of metal infrastructure protruding from the building theyre arguing behind, and he watches as it just completely tears off as Goten stubbornly maintains his pace walking away.

#dballz posting #DBS CH 88 LIVEBLOGGING

[dailycupofcreativitea]

I can't recall if you've talked about him extensively before, but what are your thoughts/opinions on Future Gohan? Are there any aspects of him that you prefer over the present Gohan?

HmmMMMm, no, I haven't talked extensively about Future Gohan before! I have drawn him before though; here's a lil' collection of some of the Future Gohan art I've done so maybe you have a bit of an understanding of how I tend to characterize him:

A comic about how Future Gohan starts talking like he's already dead in DBZ Kakarot after losing his arm

A short piece wondering why Future Gohan chose "Han" as the symbol for his gi

Future Gohan talking about his dream of being a scholar

Future Gohan being a tutor for Future Trunks

Future Gohan teasing Future Trunks about studying

Some Future Gohan headcanons (writing only)

A comic about Future Trunks dying to Imperfect Cell and seeing Future Gohan in the afterlife

Most recent comic which was an Adventure Time reference about Gohan dying against the androids

Anyhoo...

Oh man, had you asked me for my opinion on Future Gohan (or really any character) a few years ago, I probably could have written you an essay. But as I get older I start to have more nuanced feelings about the characters that are difficult to put into words, which is why I primarily draw art now (and not write fanfic, like I used to a few years ago).

I think my summary of the way I see Future Gohan is that I see him as a very little kid still. Like a version of Gohan that grew up physically, but not mentally. Mentally he's still back at the fight with the androids. He didn't get that development that our Gohan does, especially with Goku in the HTC. He didn't get to build confidence in himself, he didn't get to play around a lot or focus on studying like in those 7 years or have to mature to be a big brother to Goten, or anything like that. He just trained himself to death, but without the help of all of his mentors how much could he really have improved, mentally and physically? I see him as still being very scared on the inside, and feeling very, very guilty.

But he also is a generally hopeful, cheery person. Plus, he has Trunks to train, so he had to fall into that mentor figure eventually. So I see him being kind, making the best of small moments, being gentle and appreciating the little things in life. That's sort of how he's always been. Our Gohan maintains that too, the gentleness.

I dabble in drawings about the future timeline when I either want a lil' angst, with a dash of hopelessness (because the future timeline can seem pretty hopeless at times, and is very sad!) or when I want one of those contrast moments, like "a small bit of joy in a very sad time" kind of things. But otherwise I just prefer exploring our Gohan because...well, I guess seeing him build that confidence, develop that sense of justice, and really grow into himself is really nice! And there's a lot more to work with, and a lot of characters for him to interact with (instead of just Trunks, Bulma, Chichi in the future timeline). Just a lot more to think about. Plus, our Gohan's got that Cell Saga phase and it's no secret that that's my favourite Gohan to play around with.

Is there something about him I PREFER to our Gohan? Hmm...I don't know if I'd use the word "prefer", but something interesting he has that I don't think present Gohan does is that he seems like he's a very secretive person and hides his emotions from everyone else. Like a very wounded version of Gohan. I think it's really sad to explore, and really interesting.

I think I'm kind of rambling but I hope these thoughts gave you some insight into what I think of Future Gohan!

#asks #future gohan #dbz #dragon ball z #son gohan #gohan #really interesting question thanks!! #man the older i get the more difficult it gets to articulate literally anything #i operate only on vibes now

[jungle-angel]

♥️🫢♥️ maybe 16 and 25 for the floyds?

EEEEEP!!!! Yes, yes and double yes!!! This is perfect since I'm actually crocheting a blanket (lol).

You couldn't believe how dreary a day it had been on the Floyd land, the sky so dark and gloomy, it may as well have been nighttime already. The rain dripped and ran ceaselessly down the windows, the roof and gutters rattling from the force of the winds and the frightening thunder that boomed outside.

Yet your house was so cozy as you nested deeper into the couch quilt that covered your legs, your knitting needles clicking away as you worked on Auggie's tiny little Irish knit sweater.

Bob came into the house, shut and locked the door and kicked off his boots, hanging his Carhardt jacket up on the pegs near the door. "Good God it's awful out there," he shuddered. "Feels like Halloween already."

You laughed a little bit, pushing the quilt aside and setting your knitting down on the coffee table before cupping your husband's cheeks in your hands. "And you're freezing," you chuckled. "C'mere, come get under the blankets."

Out of the big Saratoga trunk near the wood rack, you pulled the other grey Irish knit for Bob that you had made when you were first married, so warm and cozy and able to banish the cold of fall. Under the blankets he crawled, warmed by the heat coming from the woodstove and from his favorite sweater. He peeled off his nasty, wet socks and tossed them down the laundry chute in the kitchen, trading those for a pair of woolies to warm up his frigid toes.

"Alright, under the blankets you go and I'll be right back," you told him.

Bob, now thoroughly nested under both the quilt and the older crocheted throw-blanket, couldn't help but admire your work and how well it was coming along. The tiny little sweater reminded him so much of the ones his Meemaw used to make when he was little, the soft and fuzzy yarn perfect for Auggie who was still somewhat new to this world.

"Here ya go Mister," you said, setting a steaming mug full of something that smelled strongly of apples. "A hot toddy to warm you up."

"(Y/n) you didn't have to do that," Bob said.

"You've been out helping your father and brothers all day," you told him. "It's the least I could do before dinner goes in the oven."

Bob hummed happily taking a sip of the steaming drink, full of an apple pie nip and mulling spices. God it was the best, especially on a day like this.

You switched on a movie, letting The Empire Strikes Back play out as you clicked your needles together and yarned-over with sharp precision. Bob could've watched you for hours, just like he used to do with his Meemaw.

"He's gonna look so cute in that," Bob chuckled as he snuggled closer to you.

"Yeah and all the older ladies at church will be dying to pinch his cheeks," you replied.

Bob laughed a little, remembering how at Auggie's baptism, his aunt, Rosemary, had wanted to pinch her grandnephew's cheeks, but thanks to Father Gonzales, the parish priest, that hadn't happened. Just the thought of the other ladies wanting to do the same was enough to draw a laugh from him.

Bob watched you knit until the hot drink warmed him from head to toe, his eyes drooping uncontrollably, until at last, he was snoring away, warm and cozy under the blankets and with you by his side.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd reader #dagger squad #dagger squad fall prompts