#nye sketch prompts

[echo-bleu]

for the sketch prompts, could i get an eile or merwyn? i’d love to see them in your style!

I am predictably incapable of quick sketches 😅 But here's an Éile! I love her a lot.

[ID: Digital portrait painting of Éile from Blood Origin.]

[emma-frxst]

Colossus oneshots/ short stories

Find all my colossus short stories here!

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All That You’ll Take reader and Piotr suffer a loss at the hands of the x-men, can they find it within themselves to keep fighting for the good guys?

Arcades and Anniversaries- piotr and reader having fun an arcade

Pool party - colossus unexpectedly sees reader in a swimsuit for the first time.

The Ex X-Man - reader is dating Piotr, but has not told him about her prosthetic legs.

Love yourself - reader feels insecure about her body, Piotr cheers her up (sfw I promise)

Parks and wreck -- Reader and colossus travel to Russia to celebrate their engagement and things get out of hand. Based on Parks and Recreation S4 Ep2. Ron and Leslie drinking contest. Titled this like se because reader gets fucking wrecked

The Garden -Colossus and reader enjoy themselves in the gardens of the x mansion, until Wade comes along.

Homemade -Reader surprises colossus with homemade food.

The sketchbook 3 --Colossus finds nsfw drawings of himself in reader's notebook

A closeted NYE- colossus and Reader come out of the closet. Literally.

Whoops I dropped my monster condom that I use for my magnum dong -- the condom keeps breaking. (Contains nsfw content, minors DNI, 18+)

Conference -- Reader gets pushed and Colossus doesn't take very kindly to it.

Painting -Reader and Colossus paint on each other and it turns into something else. (Contains suggestive content.) Read the silly, SFW alternate ending HERE

Pregnant- one two part one is Colossus finds out reader is pregnant. Part two is reader going into labor

Talk shit, get hit -Reader sees a different side of Colossus when Wade talks shit about her.

Stubborn -reader and colossus have a fight and colossus is being stubborn about it

Colossus and terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. -Colossus finally asks reader on a date, but Murphy's Law kicks in

Soft --Colossus treats a his soft gf like a queen. (contains NSFW content)

Period pains --Colossus comforts reader while she's on her period.

The sketch book 2 -Colossus draws reader like one of his French girls. (NSFW)

Sick day --Reader takes care of Colossus when he's sick.

Feels like losing --Reader gets themselves into danger, Colossus saves the day and it leads to some "I almost lost you" sex.(nsfw, minors DNI)

Gardening- -Colossus and reader garden together, their relationship blossoms.

Arm wrestling -Colossus and reader arm wrestle.

Squeamish--Colossus doesn't feel so good at the sight of blood at an x-force crime scene so Reader comforts him.

Best seat in the house Reader sits on Colossus' face. (Fem!Reader, NSFW)

Foreigners - prompt “foreigners...pffft."

All of me - based on the John Legend song

Heat machine--Colossus has more than enough body heat to share with the reader who is always cold.

Don’t leave me- prompt "promise you wont leave me."

Tradition -Colossus asks you to take part in a tradition remembering his parents.

The sketch book #1 -Colossus accidently leaves you his sketchbook. what happens when you discover a drawing of yourself?

Kids and confessions -Piotr's heart melts at the sight of y/n with kids, it leads to a confession.

Cold mornings -Piotr and reader share a romantic moment in the kitchen. dancing is involved.

Impossible year -based on the Panic! At the disco song

Panic! At the period- you start your period early, Colossus expects the worst.

Im too sober for this -prompts "I'm too sober for this" and "shes hiding behind the couch."

Comfort-worried about Negasonic going on her first mission alone, Colossus goes to the ever-helpful y/n for peace of mind.

[elatedmarvel]

Fallingwater

Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: A whirlwind romance takes you on a roller coaster of emotions. 

Word Count: 2,555

AN: I know it’s NYE and I should post a story about NYE but this was due and I’m so proud of it. This is for @nacho-bucky​‘s writing challenge! Thank you so much for hosting Cait, I had so much fun writing this. My prompt was the song Fallingwater by Maggie Rogers (one of my favs songs ever, it was number 2 on my 2019 most listened). I legit did about 5 outlines before i realized I hated them all, and then listened to the song on repeat for a day before coming up with this. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Slightly angsty and mention of sexy times. 

“The moment I set eyes on her, I knew she was the one. I thought I was doing so well, but then I met her and it was like everything was under a spell.”

It was probably too early to be doing shots, but you couldn’t care. You slurred your way through a speech, how hard you worked, how much you sacrificed to become the Director of R and D at Stark Inc. Your friends cheered loudly, some whooping, before you tilted your head back and let the alcohol burn its way down your throat. 

Your face hurt, but you couldn’t stop smiling. Everything you had worked for just came true, and now you were the youngest co-Director of R and D in the company’s history. Drinks with the girls seemed like the only fitting way to celebrate. 

Your friend, Natasha, was letting everyone know how much you deserved this promotion when your eyes caught his. Suddenly, every word Natasha said was drowned out, and the whole bar became fuzzy expect for him. 

His full lips formed into a smile, and he tilted his beer your way. Quickly he turned to his friend before sliding off his chair and walking towards you. Somehow you managed to meet him in the middle, not even sure when your legs had moved.

“Hi” you breathed. 

“Hey, you’re the new co-director or R and D at Stark’s right?” and his charming smiled almost laid you flat on the floor.

“Yeah... that’s me” surprised he recognized you.

“Sorry, I just realized how creepy that must have sounded, I just work there too. Name’s Steve, I’m the director of graphic design. Tony and Bruce were gushing about you at our meeting today.” he chuckled to himself. “I have to say, you’re a very impressive person.” 

“Thank you! It’s been amazing to work at Stark Inc and I still can’t believe I got promoted. It feels like a dream, to be honest.” 

“Trust me, from what they told me, they would be crazy not to promote you.” 

The moment of silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable. You took the time to really get a good look at him. Dimples, blond fluffy hair, and a jawline that could cut through pizza. Meeting his eyes again, you blushed at being caught. 

“Do you wanna dance?” he asks, hopeful. All you can do is nod. 

The night passes by fast. One moment your dancing and laughing at the bar, and the next, your kissing his luscious lips and pulling off your own shirt. 

Rolling over the next morning, you were met with the glorious sight of a naked and sleeping Steve Rogers. His hair was fanned out, and the sunlight peaking in hit him in all the right spots. It was torture getting out of bed and putting on your clothes, you wanted to stay and trace his freckles all day. 

The sound of the front door clicking shut woke him up. Squinting from the intrusive light, he blindly felt the bed for your soft figure, wanting to curl up with you and fall back asleep. The paper on the pillow pulled his attention and he opened the note enough to read. 

Thanks for the magical night! Call me sometime XXX-XXX-XXXX.

“She’s the light in the dark places in my life. No one could compare to her.”

Just like that, you’re hooked. 

The next time you meet is at your first meeting with the rest of the Directors at Stark Inc. Excited to be formally introduced, and wanting to make a good impression, you had arrived early with bagels and coffee for the meeting. 

You’re busy thanking Peter, the intern, for helping you, when he waltzes in. The navy suit he’s wearing does nothing for what you know is underneath. Most things don’t do him justice, it’s like he was carved by Michelangelo himself. And just like that, you’re brought back to Friday night, sweaty bodies and sultry kisses played in your mind. 

You jump slightly as Bruce comes in and begins to chat with you. He’s already talking about making improvements to the new AI you’re building, but you’ve zoned out too long to really catch what he’s saying, so you simply nod along

Steve’s eyes flicker to yours, and you can see the mirth behind his smile. Busted. You hope the office lighting washes out your blush. And just as Bruce segways into another project, Tony Stark himself waltzes into the room, officially saving your ass. 

Everyone takes a seat, and the meeting commences, but you’re far less energetic about it now. You try to focus on what Tony is saying, you really do, but you can’t stop thinking about the blue eyed man sitting on the opposite side of the table. It’s hard not to look at him, even his profile is drool worthy. 

Hoping to god your bsing skills are up to par, you ohh, ahh and nod at the right times. Chancing another glance Steve, you find he’s already looking at you. The smile comes easy to your face before you hear Tony clear his throat. 

Looking around, you realize that everyone was looking at you, and you’re racking your brain to see if you remembered to put on deodorant this morning. 

“Y/N, do you want to introduce yourself, or do you want to keep ogling Steve there?” Tony asks, and you’ve never wanted the ground to swallow you more than you have in this moment. 

Clearing your throat and sneaking a sip of water, you gather your wits quickly and introduce yourself, and also give a brief overview of the projects you have and are working on. 15 minutes later, you’re pretty sure everyone had forgotten about Tony’s snide remark as you give the floor back to your boss to wrap up the meeting. 

Everyone takes turns coming up to you and congratulating you, shaking your hands and other pleasantries that you really don’t care for. Of course, Steve is the last person to approach and your heart skips a beat as he pulls you in for a hug. God he smells amazing. 

“You were great! I really can’t wait to work with you.” he states earnestly. You give a weak smile, and chastise yourself for being so smitten with someone you just met.  

“Thank you, I had a lot of great mentors.” you say, cursing your voice for breaking at the end. 

Steve’s hand falls to the small of your back, and guides you out of the conference room. 

“I’m really impressed with the latest model vibranium shield, looks like it could really be useful to someone in combat.” the mention of one of your projects has you lighting up, and chatting up a storm as you enter the elevator

“Yes! Bruce told me you were the one to sketch the design first, and I have to say that it inspired us to go sleek and lightweight. We really wanted--” but you don’t get to finish because his lips are on yours. It takes you a moment to process, but then you kiss back with as much fervor as you can manage. 

His hands find your waist, and work their way up, while yours find his hair and neck. Anything you both could do to get closer, full on making out like high schoolers in the elevator. 

The ding alerts you that the door is about to open, and you break apart. Your struggling for breath, and your lips feel swollen. The women that entered the elevator takes a moment to take in your ragged breathing and Steve’s messy hair before smirking. “I’ll take the next one.”

The moment the doors close, you both burst into laughter. 

“Well, she sure won’t be forgetting us” you giggle. Steve hums in agreement before taking a step towards you and kissing your forehead.  

“10 bucks says that Tony’ll know before lunch” he chuckles. 

“Oh, I’m sure he already knows.” you states, pointing up to the security camera in the corner. 

Steve groans before burying his head in your neck. “Worth it” you hear him murmur. 

The following weeks follow much the same.

Stolen kisses and little notes are passed between the two of you in the halls. Flowers show up more in your office, and Steve has never had as many baked goods in his life as he does now. 

You make a point to keep it casual, not referring as dates, no staying over at each other’s places. It’s supposed to be light and breezy.

Take out when one person is working late, breaks in each other’s office to rant or feel each other up, bubbles baths after a stressful day. It all falls into place and becomes domestic, and you never even realized the moment it had stopped being casual. 

It’s a whirlwind that becomes too much when you hear three words from Steve. 

“I love you” 

“It feels like I’m stuck upstream without her.”

You’re still panting, and you can feel it in your bones. His skin is glistening with sweat, and you both revel in the afterglow. You know the moment can’t last forever, but you hope to stretch it as long as possible. 

You sigh before pressing one last kiss to his lips and throwing the covers off your legs. You can feel his eyes staring at your back as you gather your clothes from the floor, cursing yourself for so carelessly throwing your bra somewhere you can’t find. 

“Stay” he states, and you’ve never wanted anything more. 

“You know I can’t” you say as you pull up your pants and button them, ignoring the way your hands shake.

“It’s getting late, just stay the night.” he begs, sliding from the bed to pull you into an embrace. He knows how to play dirty.

“I need to go Steve.” you state more firmly, his arms dropping from around you as he takes a step back to study you. After his gaze feels too strong, you start to throw on the rest of your clothes, hoping to leave before doing something you’ll regret. 

“Is this because I told you I love you?” he asks, and your heart leaps into your throat. The feeling of panic begins to ebb into your bones, the same feeling you had when the words left his mouth the first time. 

You had gotten ice cream stuck in your hair. He was helping you get the liquid out of your hair while you lamented about good ice cream going to waste. It was so quiet and inconspicuous that if it weren’t for the panic forming, you would have missed them. 

Laughing nervously, you thanked him for his help and made some dumb excuse to go home as fast as possible. The week that followed was so normal that you were sure he forgot the incident. 

Apparently not.

“No, I just need to go home” voice shaking. “Why are you ignoring this?” he asks. 

“I’m not.”

“Stop denying it! I’m sorry that this freaks you out, but I’m not sorry for you knowing how I feel about you!”

“You can’t actually feel that way! We’ve known each other for 2 months!” you yell back.

“It doesn’t matter how long we’ve known each other because I know how I feel. I love you!” he shouts back, arms gesticulating wildly, it would be funny if you weren’t drowning in the moment.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Say how you feel, say you love me or that you don’t. But say something!” and now he’s pacing back and forth, hands running through his hair. You can tell he’s frustrated, but you can’t seem to feel anything but cold. It’s moving too fast and starting to spiral, and you just want it to stop for a moment. 

“You always tell me just what I’m supposed to say, as if it could be any other way.” you say quietly. It’s not true, you know it’s not, but in the heat of the moment, it’s all you could do to defend yourself.

It’s silent for a moment, he’s stopped pacing and you just stare at each other.  

The stand still is getting to you, and you can’t bare it another second. Grabbing your bag from the chair, you practically run to his door and throw it open. 

The sound of the door shutting feels more like a knife severing your relationship. 

“So, to most amazing woman in the world, I love you Pepper, and I will never stop.”

The applause brings you back to the moment, Tony and Pepper’s wedding reception. Tears you didn’t notice slide down your face, and you dab them away quickly, hoping no one noticed.

Since that fateful night one month ago, you’ve replayed your relationship multiple times. Every time you see him in the halls, you recall a night of passion. Meetings were spent thinking about jokes that you and Steve would have passed back and forth. Laying in bed, you thought of all the things you wish you had said on that final night. 

You excuse yourself from the table, feeling claustrophobic, and make your way towards the bar. You had already seen Steve at the wedding, and if he was going to look so gorgeous, you were going to get drunk enough to forget. 

An arm catches you on the way, and the way goosebumps rise on your skin, you know it’s him. Turning to face him, you could cry at how much better he looks up close. He had grown a slight beard, and the black suit fit him like a glove. You were sure everyone would be staring at him. 

“Hi, dance with me?” he asks, so simple, so loaded. 

You think for a moment before nodding. He gently sweeps you into his embrace, and you melt into him. It feels right, like everything before was unknowingly wrong. 

“I miss you” you breathe, not wanting to disturb the moment. 

“Me too” He hums, the vibrations tickling where your forehead meets his cheek. “I think about you all the time. Life is much more boring without you by my side.”

You both continue to sway, to content to do much else. There hasn’t been a moment that felt as warm and safe as this, this was home. It’s where you wanted to be for the rest of your life, and you’re not scared anymore. 

“I never meant anything I said that night, I was terrified Steve. It was all happening so fast and it was overwhelming. I never loved you fully in the way I could.” tears welling up in your eyes. 

He pulls his head back far enough to look at you before bringing his thumb to wipe the tears that escaped down your cheek. 

“I pushed too hard. I didn’t think about how you felt. I was scared of losing you, and I thought that fighting for you was the way to go instead of catching you.” 

You shake your head and let out a laugh, “we were both idiots.” His arms wrap around you tighter, pressing a kiss to your forehead, he laughs along with you. 

“I’m not scared anymore.” you state. Before you know it, his soft lips are back on his. 

Breaking apart, you know you have the biggest grin on your face.

“I’m like fallingwater.”

~~~

Thank you so much for reading! Feedback is always welcome!

[noahxarts]

Sketched out next parable. Inspired by Inktober prompts and endangered bird species coming back from the brink. May there be beauty before us. THROW ALL HOPE ROCKETING FOREVER #inktober #9 #10 #16 #throw #hope #rocket #pencil #poet #poetry #writer #calligraphy #graffiti #surreal #illustration #symbolicRealism #art #drawing #sketch ❤️ #noahxarts #bird #artstagram #instaart #artistsoninstagram #artist #happyholidays #hanukkah #xmas #nye #nyc (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJBbXCThH35/?igshid=18jzg5c0rov4l

[simplyonehellofahokage]

Costume // !!! I couldn't resist!

@leafmedic

Drabble prompt-

Costume: Your character or mine, dressing up for the other

Summary: model!au. After injuring his ankle, Minato has to sit out as Sakura’s model of choice for a fashion show. Since he was unable to attend, she decides to bring the show to him.

Pairing: MinaSaku

(put under ‘read more’ because it’s hella long) 

It wasn’t even theknock that woke him, but the shuffling of something heavy scraping across thecarpeted floor of the outside hallway. As he opened his eyes, Minato winced ashe tried to move his head. A crick had taken residence in his neck thanks to hissleeping position. A soft rapping echoed against his door.

“Who is it?” Minatocringed at his near croak as he unsteadily, almost drunkenly sat up, all thewhile being mindful not to jostle his wrapped ankle. In the background, Netflixsilently asked if he was still there after watching several hours of Bill Nyethe Science Guy nonstop. He hadn’t really been paying too much attention, theblond just wanted something to fill the background as he tried to sketch but ithadn’t been long before motivation well had dried up. The truth was that he wastrying to distract himself from the fact that he was missing one of Sakura’sshows…and the fact she had to call in another model to replace him. He couldn’tbegrudge her for that and wouldn’t, after all she couldn’t put her work or hercareer on hold for him. He’d be a horrible person to expect that…but he hopedshe’d still have a place for him once he recovered.

“Minato, it’s me.” Hearingher voice on the other side was jarring especially since judging from the clockon the wall, the show must have just ended a few minutes ago. What was shedoing here? Getting up earned him cacophonous applause from his bones. Limpingto the door, Minato undid the lock and opened it to reveal the fashion designerand a large, familiar trunk as her faithful companion. He knew it well for tworeasons: Sakura stored most of her designs in it and because he hadaccidentally rammed his foot against it enough times he was surprised therewasn’t a permanent dent in it yet from his toes. Sakura’s expression wassheepish and apologetic. “Look, I’m really sorry for bothering you, I know howlate it is but when I tried to text you I didn’t get any answer so…so I decidedto stop by.”

“Oh no, it’s quitealright.” Pleasant warmth fluttered in his chest like laundry in the afternoonbreeze at her concern. He felt a tad guilty for inspiring it in the first placebut the fact she found time for him despite her busy schedule was enough totemporarily eclipse it. Glancing back at his phone, which sat on the coffeetable, a small blue light could be seen flashing, signifying someone had senthim a message or called. Returning his gaze to her, Minato’s words were amurmur at first. “…Likewise, I’m sorry I worried you. My phone’s sound doesn’talways work and coupled with the fact I dozed off, well I’m afraid I didn’t getyour messages.” Her expression cleared a little with relief and soon the twosported matching smiles.

“As long as you’realright…aaaaand,” she drawled out the conjunction, “I also may have come herefor another reason.” At his quirked brow, Sakura motioned for him to move outof the way so she could drag the trunk into the room, a soft blush dusting hernose. Minato opened his mouth to offer help but a look from her had him sittingdown on the couch instead.

“Well, since I’m notallowed to help, may I ask what this other reason is?”

“Since you couldn’tcome to the show, I thought maybe I’d bring it to you,” she pushed it furtherstill and it became clear her final destination would be his bathroom. Minatohad to raise his voice a little so she could hear him.

“You didn’t have to dothat. I appreciate the thought, but I know how exhausted you are afterwards—“

“I’m fine, honest! Ihad an energy drink earlier and besides, I’m not doing it because I have to I’mdoing it because I want to.” From the sound of a door closing, Minato knew shehad made it and was glad she couldn’t see how pink his features had become.

“…Alright, if youinsist. Thank you…”

“You’re welcome! Now,please remember that these clothes were mostly tailored to differentmeasurements and may not lay right on me so—“ She didn’t have the time to alterthem or else she may have.

“Sakura, it’s alright.”Maybe it was the fact he just woke up or maybe he was slightly drunk off herperfume but regardless his filter took temporary leave. “You could wearanything and you’d look beautiful in it.” The woman could make a plastic baglook fashionable. What he said caught up with him and there was a beat ofsilence that dragged for so long, his features threatened to shade burgundy.

“…You really mean that?”

“I-I would never say itif I didn’t mean it.” He swallowed nervously. A few minutes later she came outbut he didn’t really get to see the outfit because she made a beeline for himand engulfed him in a firm embrace, which he readily returned. The moment waspaused for quite some time before she spoke against his neck.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Thesyllables ruffled her hair lightly with his breath. He took a deep breath andtook the dive. “Would you terribly mind staying here for the night? I can ordertake out or something. I know you’re probably tired because energy drinks aren’tthat effective to be honest, at least according to science and I don’t reallylike the idea of you trying to drag that trunk all by yourself so late becausethat godforsaken elevator has the tendency to get stuck and don’t even get mestarted on the stairs…” Halfway through his rambling, she had started to shakewith silent laughter and it wasn’t long before it was given a voice. Leaningup, she kissed him, cutting off any avenue for his words but he certainlywouldn’t complain. They parted only when air became an issue and he rested hisforehead against hers.

“…I’d love to stay. Howabout pizza from that little place down the block? I’m sure they still deliverthis late. And while we wait, I’ll show you my designs?” Reluctantly, shepulled away and he gave her a soft smile.

“By all means, strutyour stuff.” It was only after she twirled, posed and showed him thisparticular outfit did she disappear to change into another. During this time,he called in their order. The cycle continued, with occasional kisses snuck infor applause, and if the pizza delivery boy thought the living room odd withits many discarded clothes, as if a high end closet got sick, well he knewbetter than to say anything.

The tip helped.

At the end of thenight, the clothes were packed away back in the trunk and the empty pizza boxeswere set aside for the morning clean up. Both were curled up on the couch, withSakura tucked in between Minato and the cushions as they spooned carefully. Thelast thing he felt was the rise and fall of her breathing as his arm lay drapedover her waist, and the last thing he saw was cherry blossom pink strands.

This was somethingMinato could certainly get used to.

[echo-bleu]

@kueble asked for Meldof bloody and laughing.

[Digital pencil sketch of Meldof from Blood Origin holding Gwen against her shoulder, laughing, with blood on her face and clothes.]

[echo-bleu]

For the sketch requests, can I ask for some soft Eredin/Brian? I'm immediately in love with them

@feedingmyinsomnia also requested an Eredin/Brían New Year Kiss on discord, so here you go!!

[ID: Digital pencil sketch of Eredin and Brían from Blood Origin kissing]

[echo-bleu]

For doodle prompts how about Jaskier in cat ears (because I am sadly predictable) or Meldof bloody and laughing?

A proper (20 min) no-reference Catskier sketch!! This was a lot of fun. I might still do Meldof as well, I love her so much (though don't hold me to it because it's ten minutes to midnight 😅)

[ID: digital pencil sketch of Jaskier leaning forward resting his chin in his hands, with cat ears and blue eyes]