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Hi guys!

So I have decided to add my writing and art blog as part of this project I have in my school (It's called CAS). It's a requirement for me to complete to graduate so I need your help with something.

Below, I will link my blogs and ask boxes. I would very much appreciate it if you can check out my stories and artwork and give me honest feedback and constructive criticisms. Here are some guiding questions for you:

What do you like about my writing/artwork? (techniques, styles, etc...)

What are some things I should improve in my writing/art?

How would you judge my use of "show don't tell" on a scale of 1 to 10, and why did you give that rating?

Is my writing of a gender-neutral character/implied queer relationship accurate (In my Valkyrie Imagine)? If not, what are some improvements and changes I should consider next time?

English is my second language. So in terms of grammar, spelling, or choices of words, what are your thoughts? Are there any improvements I should make?

Here are the links:

Writing Blog (this is not as the same as my main blog) | Ask Box

Art Blog | Ask Box

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@wolfish-trickster @ironstrange1991 @withalittlehoney @thealleydog @dino-fart @strangelockd @geeky-politics-46

@lady-harvey @bakerstreethound @vickie-mcmuffin @wint3r-h3art (sorry if I forgot to tag anyone!)

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Sneak Peak from a story I am Working On (Spoiler Alert)

These excerpts are from a Doctor Strange x Female!Reader Imagine I am working on for a request I got. So this might be a little spoiler.

I also wanted to warn you that this excerpt includes sensitive themes regarding mental health. Please read with your own caution if you chose to.

For context, the story is about Y/N struggling with something that happened at her place of work, which triggered her anxiety and insecurities. But Stephen, her boyfriend (of course lol), notices this and is willing to do anything to make her day better.

In this story, I am experimenting with a literary technique called pathetic fallacy and emotive language, which is when emotions are connected to the weather or nature as a way of describing it. It is one of my most favorite techniques to use in creative writing.

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It was one of those days.

Your cheeks were wet and sticky. And your chest felt so heavy like there were rocks in your lungs, filling you with a heaviness that had you constantly breathless. And the memories within your head replaying all over again nourished them. It was like a merciless cycle of life, and just like everything else in nature, you had no way of stopping them.

It didn't help that Stephen wasn't here either. The sanctum was quiet, the silence was loud and ringing, and it only made your racing heart even louder. Even if you weren't the best at hiding your emotions from him, you still wished for the feeling that only his presence can give. It could be him in the library, the kitchen, or any other room within this building that carries a long distance between the both of you. But he was still there, reading, talking, eating...

And to think that when he does come home soon, he would be off to Kamar-Taj in the blink of an eye just felt like salt to your wound.

After an hour of holding your body in a sitting position, you heard a soft pat against the window, followed by another, and another, till thousands of them fell down at the same time against the misty glass and pavement outside.

The mere sound of it made your heart quicken. It was almost like you had subconsciously made a supernatural connection with the sky. It began to mirror your inner thoughts, and the exact emotions you felt within you. Grey, dim, brutal, and a chaos that was calm at the same time. Your head was filled with unwanted thoughts, like the grey clouds covering the sky, and your heart was beating in the same rhythm as the rain colliding to the floor, fast and merciless.

However, when a bright flash lighted outside, followed by its inevitable boom, your whole body shook. It was almost like you were the one struck. Your heart drummed even harder against your chest, and tears began to pinch your eyes.

Taking a deep, lung-filling breath, you laid back down on the bed, the soft comforter holding you like a fluffy cloud. You wished it would engulf you whole, swallow you into its warmth and away from this world. But it can't happen, no matter how much magic filled these walls.

You closed your eyes and imagined it instead, the soft fabric inching up your skin, its cotton surface slowly taking over your body. But then, it all shrinks back when his voice came through.

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When all his wounds were enclosed with carefully placed pieces of gauche and bandaids, you found yourself in a situation you didn't imagine to happen. The fireplace right in front of his four-poster was alive; a bright orange fire dancing and crackling in a serene rhythm, casting its flickering warm light on you and the sorcerer himself.

His hair was semi-wet, and he had replaced his midnight blue tunic with a grey T-shirt and sweatpants. As you sat beside him, covered in nothing but shorts and his light-blue Columbia hoodie, you hugged your knees to your chest and simply admired him. He was no longer Doctor Strange, the stoic Sorcerer Supreme and world amous superhero with an aura as proud as a lion. He was simply Stephen Strange, the man you loved.

He had his Microsoft laptop open on his lap, eyes scanning over the selections on Netflix. He never liked Netflix. There was no memory that involve the both of you watching a movie that wasn't in a theatre. You did prefer that over having technology slowly replace something that feels more cinematic, though. But right now, with dagger like shards falling from the sky outside, leaving the both of you to the confines of the sanctum, you felt nothing but excitement tickling you internally.

For once, the rain still pattering on outside is slowly starting to sound peaceful. You felt like you can go out and let it pour down all over you, drench you with its breathtaking coldness, and laugh and scream into the grey blanket of clouds covering the sun from shining. So what if it illuminated with lightning and grumbled back?

"How does *movie name* sound? Or maybe *another movie name*?"

"Anything sounds good, to be honest." you shrugged. "*movie name* does sound better than the other though."

"I agree." he pressed his smiling lips together, before tapping on it.

"Can't believe I am actually about to watch a romantic movie with you, Mr. always-too-grumpy-to-be-romantic." you joked before shifting yourself nearer to him, wrapping your arms around his torso and laying your head on his shoulder. "Tony called you that one time, by the way."

"It's doctor." he winked. "and if you tell Tony about this, I won't watch Netflix with you ever again."

"Oh c'mon," you rolled your eyes playfully "Both you men like to pretend you don't have a romantic side. I've seen how Tony is with Pepper." you chuckled, feeling that heaviness in your chest slowly deflating with it.

"Well, when it comes to the one, we are willing to do anything for them." he replied. The sorcerer once again had your face growing hot with blood, and the way he looked at you as he said those words just made it all the more worse. You had a feeling that if he keeps this up, your face might actually melt.

When the movie began, you felt giddy; it was that same feeling felt when its the first date, both are nervous yet eager to be together. It was a shaking, shivering pleasure in your chest. Butterflies in your stomach as everyone says as you inch your body closer and closer to him till your side was pressing to his, and he - without removing his gaze from the screen, but with a soft smile - wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

For once, the grumbles of the sky and dense tapping against the window, toned down into white noise, blending into the silence.

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My First Attempt at Gothic Writing (Short Story)

The moon was bright and dangerous. It’s glowing and perfectly circular as if it was an eye of the night sky, watching over the world with its wisdom-filled sight. But as tranquil as the night sky was, the darkness of the world could never compare. Leafless trees made of dark wood, like bony hands emerging from the dark brown soil as if waiting for someone to take within their grasp and dragged them down to the depths of the underworld. The mist that slithered through ever so slowly was like the breath of invincible ghosts. This forest was a barrier of sorts, to the real threat of this land. A mighty structure, dark and towering the lands, the pointy tops penetrating through the clouds and touching the skies. The castle very much resembled that described in many works of literature, where a monster would lurk inside it, awaiting its victim. However, those castles could never hold a candle to this one. Instead of been inhabited by Dracula or a beast, this house was inhabitant by no one. No soul has ever even touched its doors, for the curse within it was too strong. Many a man and woman tried to discover the secrets behind those black oak doors, but the moment they even attempt such a thing, the moment they even step a toe into the forest that protected this castle, their life would tumble down. Some would go crazy, some would grow sick, some would fall dead the very moment. These incidents were a warning of its own, to never dare go against the curse of the blood moon castle.

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My Master List

Beautiful Angel

An Unexpected Turn

Secret Admirer

The Secret of the Lost Chocolatier (Prologue, Part 1, ...)

Hidden Feelings

My First Attempt at Gothic Writing (Short Story)

Sneak Peak from a story I am Working On

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Hidden Feelings | Valkyrie

Prompt: You and Valkyrie are training but then things get a little out of hand which risks the secret feelings you have for her being revealed. 

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, genderneutral reader 

A/N: This is my first time writing for Valkyrie. I hope you’ll like this! 

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The evening Asgardian sun shone harshly down at the training ground as you and the leader of the Valkyries engaged in a harsh dueling match.

Her sword almost hit you across the neck if it weren’t for you quickly moving back. But you just couldn’t help being distracted. Her enchanting gracefulness and beauty almost completely bewitched you.

Luckily, the training swords were made of wood. Yet you don’t want to look like a looser in front of the woman who had captured your feelings almost a years ago.

She swung her sword again which aimed the side of your chest, but you quickly blocked it with your sword, causing your gaze to land on hers and been completely hypnotized by her brown eyes. 

This of course gave her the advantage as she kicked you on the other side of your chest, causing you to fall to the ground with your sword landing a few meters away from you. 

You could here the snickers of the other Valkyries and the Einherjar who were watching you and Brunnhilde. But it was when she fell into a fit of laughter herself did your want to crawl under a rock and never come back out.  

“You are awfully clumsy today Y/N. Are you alright?” she asked as she helped you up. The mere touch of her hand sending butterflies soaring through your stomach.

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An Unexpected Turn

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader 

Prompt: The Avengers loved you so much that they tried to protect you from Loki, even though they don’t know that you are his wife.

Warning/Tags: Fluff, wife reader 

A/N: Here is a little drabble for you all! This was initially going to be a chat, but since I haven’t written something in a while, I decided to write this as a drabble. I hope you enjoyed this! If there is any mistake or typos let me know. Until next time :)

Third Person’s POV

After Ragnarok, things took a different turn for the Asgardians as they claimed a beautiful and empty land in Norway to re-build their kingdom, which only took five years. But it was all the more exciting when Thor rejoined the Avengers, especially with one new member at his side.

And to the Avengers and his own despair, he was the trickster god that tormented and tried to take over earth eleven years ago, and then got his butt kicked and sent to jail by them. Better known as Loki.

The team was always strict and stiff around him, constantly kept their distance and became careful minded about him during missions. Unfortunately his magic, illusions, and mind manipulation abilities and his brothers pleas that he wants to redeem himself and his actions, were useful enough to convince them to let him stay.

A few months later, however, another Asgardian joined the team, and this time she had the exact opposite effect of Loki’s arrival. Y/N’s caring and innocent nature radiated in the atmosphere the moment she introduced herself, it easily brightened the room so much so that the earth’s mightiest heroes grew soft for her.

Yes, the goddess of spring, fertility, and compassion, became a sort of little sister to some of the most cheerless and serious people on earth. Even though she’s only been there for three hours.

She herself wasn’t shocked at all. She’s always had this effect even among her people, but none the less she loved who she was because of how happy she made everyone, especially like now where she comfortably sat with the team themselves (excluding the other two Asgardian) on a balcony bench, tea cups filled with a delicious steaming liquid and warm cookies resting on the table that they all sat around.

“Mmm, mm! This tea is so good!” Sam commented while taking another sip joyfully.

“It’s a wonderful Asgardian blend, one of the most popular even among the nobles.” the goddess replied to the bunch as they, like Sam, drank it with smiles plastered on their faces.

“I could have this everyday! We are so glad you joined the Avengers today, Y/N. We could really use someone like you to bring the team to together.” Steve added which caused a blush to appear on her cheeks, as it always does when someone compliments her. While it made her guilty or self conscious in a way, it also made her happy to know that she had a positive presence around others.

“Speaking of which, I prepared another treat for all of you!” the goddess rose from her chair elegantly and fixed her dress before leaving the vicinity, yelling a quick “I’ll be back!” as she disappeared into the halls.

“Okay, I think we can all agree that she is an immense step up from the other dude.” Stephen admitted. “He literally once tried to kill me and called me a second rate sorcerer.”

“Who, Loki?” Wanda questioned while taking a sip from her drink “Oh yeah, definitely.” 

“Really?” a smooth and sneaky voice said from the door, the group looked up to see the raven haired and blue eyed trickster himself, a book tucked under his arm and smirk on his face that made everyone else turn a ragefully red.

“What are you doing here, trickster boy? Don’t you have anyone else to torment?” Sam said with a venomous tone.

The god looked around with a confused expression before breaking into his mischievous laughs. “Unlike what you think of me as, bird man, I was expecting to find a quiet place to read my book and…you know, mind my own business.” 

Natasha slide her hand under the table, her fingers tightly wrapped on the dagger in her pocket while Captain America just sighed and tried his best to calm every down. “Guys, maybe the guy is being honest, leave him alone.” 

“Hmm, some common sense from a mortal. Anyhow, mind if I crash this little tea party? I promise it will feel like I am not even here.”

“Absolutely not,” Sam shook his head. 

“And don’t get any close to Y/N. We do not want you ruining her day.” Tony pointed a finger while sounding a bit like a dad who just met her daughter’s friend. “Or the rest of her life. Consider that a warning reindeer games.”

Loki looked at his rival, this time actually confused, but not long after he broke into a fit of chuckles at the realization that they are very much oblivious to an important fact. “Stay away from her? Oh man of iron, you bare much humor!” Loki exaggerated his reaction by mimicking him wiping a tear under his eye. 

“We are being serious, man.” Bruce warned, but the rest just sat there, looking both angered and bewildered.

Luckily for them, the tension in the air cleared when Y/N arrived, behind her a tray of sweets floating as golden energy surrounded it. Her smile lit up like the sun, but towards someone no one would ever suspect.

“Loki!” the woman rushed towards the god before cupping his face and kissing him lovingly. The trickster happily wrapped his hands around her waist and brought her closer to his body, a smug smile playing on his occupied lips as he hummed against hers.

And oh norns did it grow bigger once he pulled away and saw the faces of his previous threateners. 

“Uh…what?” Wanda was the first to question, and Y/N who just realized that they didn’t know it, smiled and threaded her fingers in Loki’s.

“I forgot that you guys didn’t know! Loki is my husband. We’ve been married for almost a century now.” 

Their mouths opened in shock, and If it was possible, their jaws would be literally on the floor. But oh how Loki enjoyed this moment.

“What the hell, Y/N? And how?” Sam commented, to which she looked at him questioningly.

“What do you mean, friend?” 

“Do you know what this guy has done?” Tony asked in a way that made something rare and unfamiliar alight in the goddess, which showed it self when her eye brows furrowed. 

“I do know. I am his wife! But it wasn’t his fault. Maybe if you get to know the real him you’d see he is not so bad!” 

“Okay, okay, we are sorry.” the Falcon held his hand in front of him in defense, indicating that they are dropping the argument. Y/N smiled before taking Loki’s hand in hers. “Would you mind joining us, darling?”

“Not at all, my love.” Loki pecked her cheek, this time not caring for the others but the joy in his love’s face that made butterflies explode and erupt in his stomach. 

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The Secret of the Lost Chocolatier (Part 1)

Pairing: Willy Wonka x Female!Reader

Prompt(This is a requested imagine): A few years later, Y/N managed to build up a comfortable life for her parents and her son, Charlie. But everything is about to change due to an unexpected (And sort of unwelcomed) surprise.

Warnings/Tags: A bit of Angst

A/N: DunDunDUUUUN! Y/N finds herself in a situation here. What could it be? Read more to find out! I am sorry that this took time. I hope the wait was worthwhile for you! <3 Also, sorry for any mistakes, I didn’t proof read this much once I was done since I already did it before…like, a hundred times! So if you notice anything odd please do let me know and I’ll fix it :)

Prologue, Part 2 (Coming Soon!)

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The Secret of the Lost Chocolatier (Prologue)

Pairing: Willy Wonka x Female!Reader

Prompt: After their business is threatened, Willy Wonka had to come to a hard decision, and it involves his beloved Wife Y/N.

Warnings/Tags: Angst

A/N: This was request by an anonymous user. The plot is also inspired by a YouTube comment I read. I won’t be adding the request here because it will spoil to much lol. I am sorry for the late upload because there was so much school assessments I had to complete, oof. I’ve been working on this for a very long time (probably more than one month) so I hope it’s worth it. Also, this is quite a long story, which is why it’s going to be in three parts! But I must say this was a fun requests to write. I hope you enjoy this little teaser of what’s to come! <3

Part 1, Part 2 (Coming Soon!)

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Secret Admirer

Pairing: Willy Wonka x Female!Reader 

Prompt: Imagine it’s Valentine’s day and you don’t have anyone else to spend it with…but instead with a certain secret admirer who you later find out to be a special someone ;)

Warnings/tags: Fluff! 

A/N: Hey guys! After a long time, I am back to Tumblr! I know I have two requests on halt, so since I am taking a break from a book I am working on in Wattpad, I will return to Tumblr and try and finish those requests! But before that, here is a Willy Wonka imagine just to start off! :) This is my first ever Willy Wonka imagine so I am sorry if it’s bad! Hopefully, I’ll get better at it soon! If there is anything wrong or bad accidentally mentioned in here, or any other grammar mistakes, please do let me know!

Enjoy! :)

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Beautiful Angel

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader 

Prompt: Y/N is the princess of the archangels who was arranged to be married to Prince Loki of Asgard. They are given a week exactly to get to know each other, but the two have a deep secret they are afraid of sharing. What is that secret, and will that keep them from falling in love?

Warnings/tags: Fluff, jotun loki 

A/N: A good friend of mine over on Wattpad helped me write this. Sorry for any grammar mistakes. English is not my first language and I am still improving.

It was just a normal walk for Loki. Every day he would take a stroll through the halls of the Asgardian palace when either he was bored out of his mind, or if it’s a lovely day that was perfect for him to read a book or two.

But his plans changed.

He saw someone walking down the hall. At first, he didn’t have a single care in the world as to who is walking towards his direction.

But when that someone, or rather she neared, Loki’s eyes just couldn’t leave her form.

She had magnificent hair that was put into a low bun, with strands hanging loose and delicate, framing her face shape well. Her skin glowed with the bright sun that poured it’s light through the many window that adorned this hallway.

He didn’t have time to examine anything else, his eyes went wide when her alluring eyes met his and her lips formed into a bright and enchanting smile.

Startled, he smiled back at her, feeling his heart beat quicken. His eyes refusing to leave her, making his head roll to her direction as she passed by.

He stopped and turned as he watched her walk away, the pink sheer cape of her gown flowing behind her back gracefully.

“Who is that beautiful angel?” he thought to himelf, his mind desperately grasping for the image of her smiling to him, afraid it would fade away.

His thoughts wondered off with questions that he couldn’t even hear for there were many coming into his mind at the same time. But his eyes still observed her majestic form even after she passed.

Oh what are doing just standing there!? a voice yelled in his mind, awakening his senses immediately.

Before she was out of sight, his legs took control to run after her, he needed to at least know her name.

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