#ok long ramble on the tags incoming

[motivation-ga-shinderu]

the price of recognition

[amethystfairy1]

Hi there, new anon here bc I don’t use tumblr like, almost ever. apologies for the rambling about how I love ur AU’s that’s incoming. Or if I did this wrong. Idk how to use tumblr.

Ok SO, I’ve been following your AUs on AO3 for the past few months and first of all, love it, I love your continuity with metaphors or specific descriptors that span across works, like Grian’s banded wings, glamor as heat haze on tarmac, scott having hair like spun sugar, just AUGHHHH so good I love. Little details like that make me as a writer and ofc fanfic enjoyed foam at the mouth. It’s so vivid I can picture it in my mind, I love the eclectic feel of the undercity, the mechanical lore things like wagons in Traveling thieves or rail carts and labs in TTSBC! Don’t even get me started on the peice about Doc and Etho in the depths, that one is so so good.

And your phenomenal foreshadowing? Like first read through never guessed that avian at Fremeere’s was skizz, but I went back after your recent upload and wow it totally is! Or how first read of TTSBC I never thought the two directors were the same because I hopped around in the reading order, but now it’s wayyy too similar! And now I get why a past and long dead antagonist would have such a specific and recognizable speech pattern… eerie. I love it. Can’t wait to learn more about that storyline!! I wonder how much Tango knows about Doc’s history with the labs and if he realizes the connection after talking with Zedaph. Zedango my beloved! Or just tango content/lore in general hehe. (Also, I find it humorous that Grian and Tango’s boyfriends have almost the same trauma as their dad, lol) Also, love how close the characters are to being reunited in Traveling Thieves!! They’re so close!

Anywhoo, just stopped by to say that Cub is litterally providing scar/Hot Guy with weapons in Scar’s new episode, only to see that you already saw that ofc. I was litterally kicking my feet and squeaking about it bc it’s just like TTSBC and your AU makes me so genuinely happy to read and has me in a chokehold. But the rocket arrows?? That are Hot Guy brand color coded! And expensive and I can see character!Cub being exasperated about scar’s trigger happy use of the rockets in the same way he doesn’t call the lab the Hot Cave, hehe. Or Scar showing off to Grian that he’s not the only one who can shoot sparkly projectiles!

so yeah, ik you already saw that, but i wanted to share that it’s so perfect for TTSBC or else my brain would not leave me alone lmao

DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR THE RAMBLES

I LOVE RAMBLES!!!!

I'm so glad you love my little tells for the characters! Heat haze on tarmac, hair like spun sugar, stuff like that just feels like it helps make a certain trait pop and so I try to make sure every character has at least one of them! I'm so glad you enjoy the mechanical ascept of the AUs! Both TTSBC and TT have their own little things, moving parts that keep the worlds going!

I love trying to layer in foreshadowing when I can! Skizz appearing, but I purposefully didn't tag him as a character because, thanks to avian culture, he doesn't use his name, and so it's not until we get to see from his POV that we actually get confirmation that's him!

I have no idea what you're talking about with the director, tho, because she's totally dead! She died 24 years ago during the Anarchy! Any odd vocal ticks and specific dislikes for hypothesis is completely coincidental and should be, should be, should be disregarded. 😑

They do, don't they? Whoops. I guess Doc has a lot to relate to when it comes to his future sons-in-law, huh?

CUB IS THE GUY-IN-THE-CHAIR CONFIRMED!!!! AGGGH!

Thank you so much for your rambles I absolutely loved reading them!!!! 💖

[writingmochi]

! "songs you actually listen to(?)" tag game !

rules: when you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, and post it! then, send this to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) < that is actually part of the rule i didn't make it up

tagged by: ilem aka @lovejoshua love how you tagged me but the tagging link doesn't work... it's very fortunate that i saw your post on my timeline

i'll do you all better... i'm doing 5 artists i'm currently listening to instead! and this will be full of tone indicators because people will get offended even by the minuscule things + because this is music i will freaking ramble so i'm sorry for the incoming long post

&team, specifically firework

this song is such a surprise for me and to be honest i hadn't even thought that hybe could make another good song for any other artists than newjeans /pretty srs. it has a bit of txt's thursday's child 80's vibe to it. it definitely makes much more sense than what the walmart twilight concept enhypen is doing /nm /criticism (believe me, i'm still stuck in the tamed-dashed era. also bring back the composer who makes given-taken pls /gen) i also want to give my two cents and say that i like the korean version better. i think this song was meant to be sung in korean before japanese imo

radiohead

what is 2023 lissie without radiohead? from creating and planning a 20-part anthology series based of their discography to buying my favorite albums of theirs on vinyl (which are the two albums that i plaster above), they've climbed up my ranks of favorite artists of all time. i choose jigsaw specifically because i rekindle my love of playing bass from that song and climbing up the walls because of the seonghwa fic i'm planning (it is exceptionally one of the most underappreciated songs in ok computer...)

billlie

they are the children of f(x) i'm telling you!!!!!!!!! just like how i consider the boyz as the children of exo and txt as the children of shinee. they are the siblings of 2016-2019 loona and gwsn. they are the product of sm ent's music prodigy sibling and i love them for that. they also are the junior of brown eyed girls, aka one of the most iconic kpop 2nd gen gg and the one that releases bops such as brave new world, kill bill, sign, and abracadabra! i love their discography so much and they have the potential to have one of the best kpop discographies in the industry alongside red velvet. i'll gatekeep them until the end along with onf because only people with taste can enjoy their songs /lh /gen aaaaaaaaaaa

triples aaa

the unit that could be if modhaus don't make such a strict rule because they disbanded for not having 100k album sold (womp womp) generation is such a high-quality debut track from a small company and dimension having their own versions within the subunits is a great concept. i mean, jaden jeong is the head of the 2016-2019 loona sound and i gotta have to appreciate him for picking good tracks man. their songs are also one of the bases of sound for my oc kpop group sound in @interactivemochi. also a discussion starter question: will modhaus actually be able to do the multi-unit many-member group that sm ent wanted with nct? i actually think they will because indie labels are more experimental than the big corporate ones (aka nct will be great with their infinite concept if they're committed and take those risks) just look at jaden jeong's print on onlyoneof and loona, they're pretty small but their fans are loyal af. yet, i'm merely just a casual listener of triples because they play around with nfts (and i am a biz student who doesn't like crypto and nft)

depeche mode and other new wave and 80s experimental musicians

when you have a gen z kid who likes older songs rather than new ones, they have to listen to new wave and synth-pop, specifically depeche mode. people usually associate them with post-punk along with talking heads, joy division, new order, kate bush etc and i can definitely agree. new wave is one of my favorite genres because of how experimental they are and it is exactly what depeche mode is doing + i love the resurgence of old brit bands like the shoegaze bands that includes slowdive, mbv, and siouxsie and the banshees

don't forget that this is meant to be 5 songs and i wanted to be extra because i can be extra *wink*

tagging: @ujunxverse (you could definitely do it on @/orochxi if you want), my fellow untag people from ilem's post @boba-beom @robin-obsessed, also others such as @dim-sun @tyunlatte @heart2beom @itz-yerin @txt-yaomi @talesofyuan @euphor1a + anyone who wanna join cuz i would love to hear new music :D

[bluewinnerangel]

right back at ya cowboy

Omg ella I'm so sorry I was gonna do this "later" and then it got buried. OK. I clicked. EDIT: I JUST FOUND THIS IN MY DRAFTS IM DOUBLE SORRY lol imma expose my ramble draft

[So in case someone's reading this thinking ???? we sometimes throw a spinning wheel of songs at each other and then just go rambling yelling analysing whatever it gives back. I've kept track with this tag, feel free to copy any of them wheels links and go off or bug someone with it actually pls do]

Oh you mean that song I for some reason like some total idiot put on first thing in the morning and just bawl my eyes out, you know when its so early you're just so vulnerable and everything feels raw and there's no thoughts just something primal happens and it's me drowning myself in this song and then the day can start I guess am I fine nobody knows. It's now my Saturday morning ritual where before coffee I see some sun and I just bawl there's something therapeutic about it. I'd recommend it. Just some sun some coffee brewin some confused pet wondering if you're OK yeah.

Anyway. The song I can place extremely easily in like "1d ended and it sucked" context, but it works with a lot. whatever I can think of him, or anyone, writing about, whatever it means to me. (general Louis' songwriting ramble incoming:) I'm looking at FITF differently compared to Walls and previous work and he's approached it differently, I feel like what he's been saying about his discography fits that as well. I think (this is a mash of what i think to hear in his lyrics and in interviews, so heavy paraphrasing:) before he had this idea he should be writing where the whole thing makes sense to be about this one situation/idea and it has to be about him too and sure perhaps a context might have been written around it, but i think in the past hes been pretty perfectionist on having every single line fit the thing he was thinking of what that song is, and now thats no longer the case. Now it's whatever works, whatever hits, feels, does it. It doesn't matter one thought/situation flows into another.

I guess that was a long rambley way of saying I wanna do line by line lyric analyses of his stuff but I don't know how to make that work as it did previously, for me at least. But on the other by temporarily running with one interpretation and seeing what you can find in the lines can really help see more angles, bring more depth to the line, and consider other meanings and stuff so.. idk not much wrong with it. I wanna do that too I think. This is I guess A Promise I'll do a Holding On To Heartache lyric breakdown. At Some Point. :D

But I think his choices of words and soundscapes and perhaps all them being little references are just wonderful. I cherish it so much. I'm slightly afraid he did the same in Perfect Now (like after seeing a web of possible perfect now lyrical referencing that song did become one of my favs as I love that idea like it gives so much more body depth meaning whatever to a song to me even if not on purpose lol its not even relevant at that point anymore anyway) and long term didn't value it much so now I'm afraid my new little more poppy fav will be his new neglected child but time will tell. Just... have an itch. Rip. EDIT yeah that itch got worse because of the track by track we got now.. it's got that bit about HOTH being a poppy one and the way he's talking about it sigh i feel him but sigh also hes sigh i dont wannt start that discourse over that shit so no. but itch. I uh... luckily don't let how I interpret his reactions to his own songs affect the way I feel about his own songs haha brainpayne this.

ok ok ok last ramble it sounds so fucking liquid? so wet?? how do I explain this why does it sound w e t EDIT: help me he said the sound is like a guitar under water like he's drowning it's flooding we're in a puddle of tears this song, it's what makes me bawl I think, because the song sounds like bawling, and your cheeks are puffed up and we,t and you find a moment of quiet and stare up at the sky with your wet lashes exhausted defeated but you're still here you're still breathing. Also the bridge with the "space between us just comes FLOODING back" at the end of it, it's not the bit that hits the hardest in an obvious way, instead it kinda gets overlooked a way, theres no moment to sit and waddle in the SHIT FLOODING BACK RIGHT THERE it just goes right into the quiet bit again,there's no time given to recover from getting crushed by the wavesm and it just does something to me... I can't leave that bit as the little end of a big thought it sounds like, but the way its sung... time just keeps ticking and we're at the end. I'm almost sure that wasn't intentional and like @ me why focus on this of all the overwhelm that's in this song, but that just feels like a reflection of the feeling I get from this song, you're just fucking sitting there in the middle of this overwhelming ache these waves of hurt and shit just moves on and youre just there stuck there with but i wasn't done? But I guess I should be? Like there's no room for me drowning in this even more but I feel like I need to still?

ramble out.

[cinnachaos]

ok ramble incoming (not entirely directed at op)

the nature of art is to express something/feel something/have fun either for yourself or others and i most certainly feel something with these images so even if its not ,,, idk im not a photographer or anything but assumption based on how you word your tags not super impressive to other photographers??? this isnt my own opinion im just assuming by what you said lmao

either way i enjoy your photographs and even if they dont appeal to the photography community as much i think they still deserve to be appreciated the same as any other picture; whether professional or not

a lot of artists might feel pressured to improve constantly rather than trying to enjoy their art—while improvement is good, yes, sometimes you just need to have some fun and relax because art isnt a competition or contest. you dont need to be constantly improving your art to be good, and if art becomes stressful then it kind of defeats the point of it

this is all my opinion, by the way :P i just thought this might help some artists who feel self conscious about their art not being "good enough" cus your art is for you and the only opinion that matters on your art is your own so long as youre not doing professional work/schoolwork based on art for the most part

look alive, sunshine

[mcousland]

pst tabby u totally shouldn't think about the concept that withers and mages age differently than humans and are going to outlive Maeve but will hopefully all get to be friends and meet her next reincarnation no u totally shouldn't about the good angst

I'm a sucker for pain and you've brought up a topic that I just love to think about on the reg (: Just the other day I was Consumed by thoughts of the idea that some of the older witchers/mages may have potentially already met one/some of her previous incarnations, and that one of the reasons Maeve throws herself into her work and adventures so,,, avidly is because she is Very Aware of her limited time on the continent compared to those she holds most dear.

[perce]

maybe that bad news was just like, a final straw, and this is a mild emotional shutdown? cant tell

[love-aholic]

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(Long intro post incoming)

Side-self-shift -> love-aholic

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My name is Glitch, I'm your local dude that likes cute things, this is a side selfship blog for @hikikomorihouseofglitches , here I post selfship stuff and ramble about self indulgent things!!

Side notes about me:

I use any pronouns, but I prefer he/him

If you share a f/o with me, you MAY interact BUT please refrain from mentioning it until I know you better. But if you share one of my platonic or familial f/o then feel free to talk about them to me all you want!

I do sometimes block over f/os if theres no tag to block so sorry if I do, it's for my own comfort

If we're mutuals please PLEASE don't be mad if I leave you on read, sometimes I don't see the message right away and then after a while in my mind it becomes weird to respond

I'm one of the few rare male selfshippers

I can handle vague sex jokes and suggestive stuff. But anything beyond that is a huge NOPE for me

I swear every now and then

Neurodivergent

If I say something with a negative or unwelcoming undertone I promise I am not trying to sound mean and I apologize beforehand if I do

Every work of mine is ok to rb unless stated otherwise!!

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Current fandoms/hyperfixations (there's more but I've been in over 70+ fandoms at this point)

Monkey wrench

Regretevator

Dungeon Meshi

Skullgirls

Phighting!

Calamity corp

Downward descent

Ultrakill

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DNI

Proshipping of any kind / Proshipper supporters / Trump supporters, MAGA / Terfs, truscums / homophobia, transphobia / anti-antis / cringe culture believers / ableist / autism speaks supporters / exclusionists / Zionists / anti-agere / any person that I don't vibe with

If you fit the above I hope you get a pear of anguish stuffed into you! :D

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F/os and s/is down below

Ps: if you see that's there's an f/o that you're uncomfy sharing don't feel afraid to block me or ignore this blog. All that matters is that you feel comfortable. I recommend blocking s/i tags for no selfship art, you should find them if you type!! -> s/i: __name__

This list is VERY LONG

S/is are at the bottom!!

💙 Romantic ❤️

Original Characters - ♤♡◇♧☆○ symbol = what universe they belong in

Emojis ❤️🌹 = main f/o

Shrike Sanchez (Monkey wrench) 🪐🔧

Lemres (Puyo puyo) 🌠🍭

Es (Alter ego) 🖤🤍

Pest (Regretevator) ❤🪙🖤

Matcha cookie (Cookie run)

Licorice cookie (Cookie run)

Jane Lightmyer (Original character) 🦋🌙 ♤

Justice (Helltaker)

Rocky Rickaby (Lackadaisy)

Ozen the Immovable (Made In Abyss)

Nadia Fortune (Skullgirls)

Canti (Foolycooly)

Chilchuck (Dungeon Meshi)

Medkit (Phighting!)

Gabriel (Ultrakill)

Clay Murrieta (Original character) ♧

☄️ Platonic ☄️

Beebs (Monkey Wrench)

Ricket (Monkey Wrench)

Jel (Monkey Wrench)

Lariat (Monkey Wrench)

Mk (Lego Monkie Kid)

Mei (Lego Monkie Kid)

Tang (Lego Monkie Kid)

Pigsy (Lego Monkie kid)

Sun Wukong (Lego Monkie kid)

Red son (Lego Monkie kid)

Chang'e (Lego Monkie Kid)

A2I (Original Character) °

Dice (Original Character) □

Wolfgang (Don't starve)

Napstablook (Undertale)

Donnie (Rottmnt)

Mikey (Rottmnt)

Leo (Rottmnt)

Raph (Rottmnt)

April O'Neal (Rottmnt)

Silver the Hedgehog (Sonic)

Blaze the Cat (Sonic)

Blackhole the Squirrel (Sonic OC)

Rev the Frilled Lizard (Sonic OC)

Fiona Slow Loris (Sonic OC)

Lysis the Coyote (Sonic OC)

Rouge the Bat (Sonic)

E-123 Omega (Sonic)

Shadow the hedgehog (Sonic)

Amy Rose (Sonic)

Cream the Rabbit (Sonic)

Cheese (Sonic)

Sonic the hedgehog (Sonic)

Miles Tail Prower (Sonic)

Olive (Splatoon OC)

Iso Padre (Splatoon)

Woofa (Pac-Man party)

Patra (Pac-Man party)

Neon (Guardians of the galaxy OC)

Lyza the Annihilator (Made In abyss)

Riko (Made In Abyss)

Reg (Made In Abyss)

Nanachi (Made In Abyss)

Bondrewd (Made In Abyss)

Marulk (Made In Abyss)

Yelme (Made In Abyss)

Simred (Made In Abyss)

Zapo (Made In Abyss)

Sig (Puyo puyo)

Ms. Accord (Puyo puyo)

Feli (Puyo puyo) frenemy

Klug (Puyo puyo)

Gwen Poole (Marvel Comics)

Kimberly (Street fighter)

DeeJay (Street fighter)

Jamie Siu (Street fighter)

Blanka (Street fighter)

Senshi (Dungeon Meshi)

Laios (Dungeon Meshi)

Marcille (Dungeon Meshi)

Falin (Dungeon Meshi)

Awilda (Dungeon Meshi OC)

Zoerowe (Dungeon Meshi OC)

Willrook (Dungeon Meshi OC)

Captain Golden Ace (Dungeon Meshi OC)

Mugrok (Dungeon Meshi OC)

DrRETRO (Regretevator)

Bive (Regretevator)

Spud! (Regretevator)

Prototype (Regretevator)

Wallter (Regretevator)

Mannequin_Mark (Regretevator)

PartyNoob (Regretevator)

Hyperlaser (Phighting!) Sort of

Sword (Phighting!)

Banhammer (Phighting!)

Katana (Phighting!)

Vine staff (Phighting!)

Shuriken (Phighting!)

Eos (Madness Combat OC)

V1 (Ultrakill) Frenemy

Sebastian Solace (Pressure)

P.AI.nter (Pressure)

🌟 Parental figures 🌟

Jason Neale (Original Character) ⚖️🌌 Dad ♤

Rev Wilson (Original Character) 🔥🕊 Uncle ♤

Charlotte Marta (Original Character)🍷❄️ Aunt ♤

Ramsey Murdoch (Epithet erased) Dad

2Bdamned (Madness combat) Dad

Veritus (Original character) Uncle ◇

Six Eared Macaque (Lego Monkie kid) Dad/Mentor

Big band (Skullgirls) Uncle

Oobja (Oobja) ???

⭐️ Familial ⭐️

Mayday (No straight roads) Found family sister

Zuke (No straight roads) Found family brother

Iris (Original Character) Cousin ◇

Ingo (Pokémon) Brother

Emmet (Pokémon) Brother

Peacock (Skullgirls) Adopted sister

Neon (AdventNEON) Adopted son

🌌 QPR 🌌

Taki (Friday night fever)

Rocket Raccoon (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Fujimoto (Ponyo)

Simon Petrikov (Adventure time)

Bunny (Original Character) ♧

🌠 Pets 🌠

Jeff the landshark (Marvel comics)

The sandworm (Beetlejuice: The musical)

Gotham (Phighting! OC)

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Last but not least my s/is

Phito Pyro (Monkey Wrench)

2Hex (Madness combat)

Monster cookie (Cookie Run)

Pine needle cookie (Cookie Run)

DJ Lightning Bug (Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles) DJ for short

Nor (Pokémon bw)

Donny (Pokémon XY & Scarvio)

Cy (Puyo puyo)

Deacon Fati (Lego Monkie kid)

Mr. E (Pac-Man)

Nappy (Happy Tree friends)

Dan Murdoch (Epithet Erased)

Mimic (Splatoon)

Indie the Tenrec (Sonic)

The traveler (Alter ego) Travis for short

Pulsar (Guardians of the galaxy)

Jonathan "Idared" Jonagold (Lackadaisy)

Draco (Hollow Knight)

Monoceros (Made In Abyss)

Aster Camellia (Spiderverse)Aka Spider-rose

The Weather Prince (Adventure time)

Ryan Bowe (Fionna and Cake)

Jibby (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Soleno (Skullgirls)

Daniel Hoff (Scott Pilgrim)

Alfalfa Nebins (Dungeon Meshi)

Slinki (FLCL)

Eosino Phillips (Like hell im revealing the source)

Seize (Regretevator)

Claws "Mr. Mori" (Phighting!)

Snake (Original character) ♧

Cygnus (Ultrakill)

Fighter OK (Go go loser ranger)

Prisoner 13 (Pressure) Levi Ethan

[cablestwisted]

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Art Career Tips, 2021 Edition

Here’s an edited version of my 2019 answered ask, because... this feels relevant. 

It is a problem of capitalism that folks equate their income as a judgement of their value as people; and let me preface. You are worth so much. You have inherent value in this world. Your income is not a judgement on who you are (plenty of billionaires are actively making the world worse). LARPing self-confidence will go a long way to helping you get paid more for your work, because clients will believe that you know what you are doing, and are a professional. 

& real quick—my own background is that I’ve been living off my art since 2018. I went to art school (Pratt Institute). I work in a publishing/educational materials sphere, and a quarter of my income is my shop. Not all of this information may apply to you, so it is up to you to look through everything with a critical eye, and spot pick what is relevant. 

So there are multiple ways of getting income as an artist; 

Working freelance or full-time on projects

Selling your stuff on a shop

Licensing (charging other companies to use your designs)

This post primarily covers the freelance part; if you’re interested in the other bits there is absolutely info out there on the internet. 

IF you are just starting (skip to next section if not applicable) dream big, draw often (practice helps you get better/more efficient), do your best to take "a bad piece” lightly. You’re gonna RNG this shit. At some point your rate of “good” works will get higher. Watch tutorial videos & read books. A base understanding of “the rules”; anatomy, perspective, composition, color helps you know what the rules are to break them. This adds sophistication to your work. One way you can learn this stuff is by doing “studies”—you’re picking apart things from life, or things other people have done, to see what works, and how it works. 

Trying to turn your interests into a viable career means that you are now a SMALL BUSINESS; it really helps to learn some basic marketing, graphic design, figure out how to write polite customer service emails; etc. You can learn some of this by looking it up, or taking skillshare (not sponsored) classes by qualified folks. Eventually some people may get agents to take care of this for them—however, I do recommend y’all get a basic understanding of what it takes to do it on your own, just so you can know if your agent is doing a good job. 

Making sure your portfolio fits the work you want to get

Here is a beginner portfolio post. 

Research the field you’d like to get into. The amount people work, the time commitment, the process of making the thing, the companies & people who work for them. 

Create work that could fit in to the industry you’re breaking into. For example, if you want to do book cover illustration, you draw a bunch of mockup book covers, that can either be stuff you make up, or redesigns of existing books. If you’re not 100% sure what sort of work is needed for the industry, loop back into the portfolios of artists in a similar line of work as whatever you’re interested in, and analyze the things they have in common. If something looks to be a common project (like a sequence of action images for storyboard artists), then it’s probably something useful for the job. 

CLIENTS HIRE BASED ON HOW WELL THEY THINK YOUR WORK FITS WHAT THEY WANT. If they’re hiring for picture books, they’re gonna want to see picture book art in your portfolio, otherwise they may not want to risk hiring you. Doesn’t have to be 100% the project, but stuff similar enough. If you aren’t hired, it doesn’t mean your work is bad, it just wasn’t the right fit for that specific client. 

If you have many interests, make a different section of your portfolio for each!

Making sure you’re relevant 

Have a social media that’s a little more public-facing, and follow people in the career field you’re interested in. Fellow artists, art directors, editors, social media managers; whoever. Post on your own schedule. 

Interact with their posts every so often, in a non-creepy way. 

If you’ve made any contacts, great! Email these artists, art directors, editors, former professors, etc occasional updates on your work to stay in touch AND make sure that they think about you every so often.

Show up to general art events every once in a while! If you keep showing up to ones in your area (when... not dying from a sneeze is a thing), folks will eventually start to remember you. 

Industry events & conferences can be pricey, so attend/save up for what makes sense for you. Industry meetups are important for networking in person! In addition to meeting people with hiring power, you also connect with your peers in the community. Always bring a portfolio & hand out business cards like candy. 

Active job hunting

Apply to job postings online.

If interested in working with specific people at specific companies, you could send an email “I’d love to work with you, here’s my portfolio/relevant experience”, even if they aren’t actively looking for new hires. Be concise, and include a link to your work AND attached images so the person reading the email can get a quick preview before clicking for more. 

Twitter job postings can be pretty underpaid! Get a copy of the Graphic Artists’ Guild Handbook Pricing & Ethical Guidelines to know your rate. I once had a twitter post job listing email me back saying that other illustrators were charging less, and I quote, “primarily because they’re less experienced and looking for their first commission”. This was not okay! For reference, this was a 64-illustration book. The industry rate of a children’s book (~36 pages) is $10k+, and this company’s budget was apparently $1k. For all of it. 

Congrats you got a job! Now what?

Ask for like, 10% more than they initially offer and see if they say yes. If they do, great! If not, and the price is still OK, great! Often company budgets are slightly higher than they first tell you, and if you get this extra secret money, all the better for you. 

Make sure you sign a contract and the terms aren’t terrible (re: GO GET THE  Graphic Artists’ Guild Handbook Pricing & Ethical Guidelines) 

Be pleasant and easy to work with (Think ‘do no harm but take no shit’)

Communicate with them as much as needed! If something’s going to be late, tell them as soon as you know so they aren’t left wondering or worse, reaching out to ask what’s up. 

And if all goes well, they’ll contact you about more jobs down the line, or refer you to other folks who may need an artist, etc. 

Quick note about online shops/licensing and why they’re so good

It’s work that you do once, that you continuously make money off of. Different products do well in different situations (conventions vs. online, and then further, based on how you market/the specific groups you are marketing to), so products that may not do well initially may get a surge later on. 

Start with things that have low minimum order quantity and are relatively cheap to produce, like prints and stickers. 

If you are not breaking even, go back to some of the earlier portions of this and think about how you could tweak things as a small business. Ease of access is also very important with this; for example, if you only take orders through direct messages, that immediately shuts off all customers who don’t like talking to strangers. 

Quick resource that you could look through; it’s the spreadsheet of project organizing that I made a while back 

Licensing is when people pay you for the right to use your work on stuff they need to make, like textbooks or greeting cards. This is generally work you’ve already made that they are paying the right to use for a specified time or limited run of products. This is great because you’ve already done the work. I am not the expert on this. Go find someone else’s info.

“I am not physically capable of working much”/ “I need to pay the bills”

Guess who got a hand injury Sept 2020 that messed me up that entire month! I had a couple jobs going at the time that I was terrified of losing, but they were quite understanding when I told them I needed to heal. So:  Express your needs as early as you know you need them. Also do lots of stretches and rest your hands whenever you feel anything off; this will save your health later. Like, the potential of a couple months of no income was preferable over losing use of my hands for the rest of my life.

This continues to apply if you have any other life situation. Ask for extra time. Ask for clarification. If you tell people ahead of time, folks are often quite understanding. Know how much you are capable of working and do your best not to overdo it. (I am.. bad at this)

Do what MAKES SENSE for your situation. If doing art currently earns you less money than organizing spreadsheets, then do that for now, and whenever you have the energy, break down some of the tips above into actionable tiny chunks, and slowly work at em. 

The original ask I got in 2019 mentioned ‘knowing you’re not good enough yet’. Most artists experience imposter syndrome & self-doubt—the important thing is to do your best, and if anything, attempt to channel the confidence of a mediocre white man. If he can apply to this job/charge hella money for Not Much, then so can you! 

Check out this Art Director tumblr for more advice!

Danichuatico’s Literary Agent guide

Kikidoodle’s Shop Shipping Tutorial

Best of luck!

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Once again disclaimer this post is just the ramblings of a man procrastinating on other things that need to be done. I’ve Long Posted my own post so that it turns into mush in my brain if I try to read it, but I wrote this so I should know this content. If you got down here, congrats. Here’s a shrimp drawing.

Yee Ha. 

My reference post tag My tip jar

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Thanks Kritty you’re the coolest. Really long response incoming, I’ll break it up into a couple of asks so you can copy/paste and hide it under a cut if you need. Anyway it WAS a serious ask, but I also need to make everything I say a joke. Even my therapist once told me it was a problem.

(Follow up for this)

Hi anon! 🌻👋 I get that 🙈 I'm glad you saw my answer, and thank you for your other ask!

Lenghy, rambly and prolly typo-y thoughts in regards to your other ask under the cut!

Yes, I know what you mean and thanks for clarifying!

As for the judging (also, thx for clarifying!), I get that, actually - especially with takes on characters and fandom shipping stuff, it can all get kinda messy and of course an inner first reaction can be a form of judgement when someone else sees your favorite character in a totally different light than you do. Though, for me personally that feeling I get when I see a take I can't get behind (or shipping stuff that is a bit too intense/taken seriously and detached from "reality" or canon or whatever for my personal liking) is not exactly cringe, it's some kind different feeling I can't put into words rn. But maybe that's semantics, idk.

I think we all need to touch some grass sometimes, some are more Online than others but fandom tumblr people are fandom tumblr people so there is that. I totally understand the fear of being judged but that's probably something we all have, so it's important to create/find safe spaces (and/or be really obvious about it in the tags lol. I talk about being cringe and embarrassed for thirsting after celebs in my tags all the time because people i know in real life follow me and I feel very cringe - even though I don't believe in cringe culture so...). I also find it very important to imagine why people are maybe doing those things (needing a hyperfixation more than usual, defending a ship very intensely, spiralling more into fictional worlds). There can be legit reasons for that I gather.

That is totally correct! You cannot control your thoughts and oftentimes they're even wrong and not what you really feel. I have intrusive thoughts often so that's a topic that's important to me.

I love that you wrote Y/N fic and I really like the fact that you still have those on your blog! You should be proud, you were being creative and you had fun - so even if you find it cringey now it's nothing bad. I love seeing people write and reblog those, even though I couldn't ever do it. (Though, never say never amirite?! XD)

Oof the thing with the offline friends 🙈 I understand... that "disconnect" can be tricky.

I don't think my RL version is much like my online self, but maybe it totally is, it's hard to say. With some people I talk like on here, and with some people I don't want them to ever find this blog but have accidentally used tumblr-isms and felt very embarrassed. But I generally not wanna Call myself cringey, to train myself, so to speak xD What I do struggle with is being what some people consider cringey in the tags of a post about my fictional faves or especially celebrities in regards to people from my real life. I don't care about being ~cringey in fandom cos - as we established - we're all cringey so noone is. But my rl friends have responsibilities, I know they pay taxes and are Adulting out there while I'm yelling about famous strangers being pretty on here xD --- nevermind tho, that those RL people are also on here, some of them also yelling in their tags, so, idk, brain 😑😂 So it again comes back to "If everyone is cringe no one is", as you put it greatly! And I firmly believe that we all are cringe at various points in ihr lives, outside of fandom too, and that's ok ♡

(Reading too much into things is sooo much fun! I personally need reality/canon checks from time to time because honestly, fandom can feel "gaslight"y - using that word for the lack of a better word here - but I love reading too much into things lol)

I'm glad my answer made you feel better and if you wanna chat more you can always message me if you want, also via dm, I wont judge or anything :) Or send another anon ask, that's ok too. Or don't, how u like XD

Have a great rest of the weekend/good day and stay safe :)

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One-Shot : Unique

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Plus Size Reader

Request Anon: Can I request a EZ or Angel imagine where the girl is plus size of course but she’s insecure about her body in a lingerie set she got and EZ or Angel tell her and show her how beautiful they think she looks? Can be smutty and fluffy?

Warnings: Language, SMUT (18+), fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: I hope you’ll like it :) 

You were an extremely stubborn person. Every time you would hear someone comment on an issue that concerned you or how some type of people, physically speaking, would be able to do things that you couldn’t, you would do everything in your power to prove them wrong. That’s how you ended up knowing how to do splits, gymnastics, pole dance, wear (tight-colorful-stripped-bikini) clothes that were deemed unflattering to your figure. Everything that would go against your capacities as a plus size person, you would stubbornly prove how wrong they were.

That was what seduced Angel. Your ability to stay calm, composed before showing up days, weeks, months later with the ability to show how some people’s conceptions were wrong. Well that but also the fact that he finds you gorgeous, sexy, funny, kind, compassionate, open-minded and so much more.

You were finishing cleaning up your work desk before making your way out to pick up Leticia. Coco had asked you if you could spend some time with her while he had some club business to attend to. You happily accepted, using the opportunity to get to know her more. The first time you met, you noticed she was reticent towards you but she quickly warmed up thanks to your joyful and confident personality. Besides, she noticed how much the club loved you and realized if they did, then you truly must be someone great and deserving of a chance.

Here you both were, walking around the store’s aisles, trying to find some outfits for Letty’s coming up first day of school. “What about this?”, you asked her while showing her the slim jeans paired with a simple white t-shirt and a leather jacket. She analyzed the outfit and smiled content. “It’s not bad. I’m sure Coco will approve”, she said. You chuckled and nodded in agreement. You checked some other stores before you noticed her eyes longing on a particular store. Turning to where her gaze was fixed, you slightly smirked. “Come on, let’s go check”, you said and entered the lingerie store. You choose a set each. A sober, simple ensemble for Letty and a sexier one for you.

After dropping her off, you headed home surprised but happy to see Angel’s bike at the porch. “Babe?”, you chanted when entering your apartment. You found him on the couch watching soccer, at the crossover of taking a gulp of his beer and yelling at the players. A smile graced his face when he saw you staring at him. “Hey, didn’t hear you come”, he stood up and captured your lips in a small kiss. You hummed, your hands circling his neck to intensify the kiss. “Missed me?”, he teased. You bite your lip and nod. “I’m gonna take a shower”, you tell him while he goes back to his game.

You did the full combo: hair, body, shaving, body lotion, face mask. Immediately you felt more relaxed and decided to try on the lingerie set you bought at the mall. Since the store was almost closing you decided to take it and return it the next day in case you didn’t like it. Lifting the stripe of your bra, you looked yourself at the mirror. Your smile faltered by the second, your brows frowning and your eyes scanning your figure in it. Something was bothering you. Was it the color? The sizing? The design, maybe? You didn’t know but you felt uncomfortable, insecure even. A negative feeling you tried to battle for years. In a world where the beauty standard body was thin, you felt invisible. That feeling of invisibility deepens every time a brand uses the body positivity movement to expand their clientele by showcasing an “acceptable” plus size body. Rarely one like yours. You were round, soft, plus size, curvy, voluptuous, fat – chose your word but not in all areas. Looking at yourself you felt like your body wasn’t well proportioned. Hips, ass, belly, arms to large completed with micro-tits. It never really bothered you before but, in that moment, and in that lingerie set, it did.

“Are you ok?”, you hear your boyfriend’s voice, his worried features looking at you from the door. You blinked several times, trying to make the incoming tears vanish. “Yep”, you lie and he knows it. Positioning himself behind you, his arms sliding around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder, he fixes his eyes on yours. “You’re a terrible liar. Come on, tell me why my gorgeous lady is on the verge of tears while looking this hot?” You clean the falling tear from your face and feel his grip on you tightening. “I… It’s nothing, it’s stupid”, you say and try to disengage from his hold but he’s not having it. “If it leaves you in this state, then it’s not nothing. Please talk to me. I know I’m not always around but I’m here for you, no matter what.”

You sigh and finally have the courage to look at him in the eyes. “I look dumb. In this set. Some areas are too big and others barely non-existent”, you confess. He frowns but doesn’t dismiss your feelings. He doesn’t say anything, showing you his complete attention. “I mean, wouldn’t I look better with bigger breasts? Because, like breasts are supposed to be ‘THE’ feminine attribute and I don’t have it. I don’t like it”, you ramble until the room stays quiet. He slowly turns you to face him, lifting your chin up. “You want the truth?”, he asks to which you nod. “First, I don’t think you look dumb at all. I think you look hot ass fuck and I’ve got a long and thick muscle that agrees with me.” His statement makes you chuckle and he smiles. “Second, I love your small cute breasts and besides I’m an ass man and querida you are serving”, he whispers closely to your ear, his hands sliding down and squeezing your behind. You feel the atmosphere change in the room, heat invading your body. “Angel”, you moan while his lips kiss your neck. “Third, who said that breasts are the feminine attribute. That’s bullshit.”

He grabs your face and makes sure you’re looking at him, the intensity in his eyes showing you how serious he is. “And finally, the things you’re looking at and feeling insecure about, are the things that make you unique. Choosing me to share your uniqueness with, makes me the luckiest and proudest motherfucker in the world. I love everything about you and so much more.” Your breath gets stuck in your throat, his declaration giving you chills and burn your heart. “You’re wrong about one thing. I’m the luckiest. Hor having you”, you exclaim before capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. Touching every parcel of your skin, he walks you to the edge of the bed and lays you on it, crawling in between your spread legs. Instantly, his mouth is on you, kissing your chest, biting and licking on your collarbones, groaning when feeling your knee rub against his hard and eager member. He slides the bra’s straps down, freeing your breasts from their confines. He makes eye contact while his tongue slowly circles around your already hardened nipples, making you arch your back and moan. He keeps his ministration, while his other hand, slides down your body and circles your clit. “An—g—el, please”, you plead him.

He lifts himself up and discharges his shirt, while you unbuckle his pants as fast as your trembling fingers can. He kisses your body down again but this time with compliments attached to his mouth while doing so. “I need you baby, please”, you moan and hope he’ll get the clue. He chuckles before his arms grab your waist and reverse the position, leaving you on top of him. You grind on his cock, creating some friction before leaning and licking the vein on the side. Angel’s body shivers from your tongue, his cursing and moaning being heard in the room. Slipping his hand around your hair, he lifts you up and tells you to ride him. You position him right under your entrance before sliding down and gasp in unison. Your hips quickly find their rhythm, his hands on your ass, pressing you down with each thrust. “Like that Y/N. So beautiful, so good”, he moans and lifts himself up in a sitting position, making him go deeper inside you. He thrusts up meeting you, your mouths on each other. The moment not only erotic but passionate and true. “I’m close”, you whisper in his ear. “Let go, I’m here, right behind you”, he moans and you do. You let yourself go, your orgasm provoking his, your bodies pressed insanely close, molding like marble sculptures.

“Te queiro mucho, mi amor”, he hears you say before falling asleep a few minutes later. “I love you too, future Mrs. Reyes”, he replies with a kiss on your forehead.

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Chapter 2

Thank you for all of the support with this story! I am blown away by the response and feedback I have received! Please continue to be honest with your opinions! I would like to apologize if I don't remember to tag everyone! By the way if anyone wants to help with a title of the story I would appreciate it!

Chapter 2 Sherlock's shoes clicked against the linoleum floors of the emergency room at Saint Bart’s hospital. Stealing a glance at the clock on the wall for the eightieth time, he groaned.

"2 and a half hour and still no word."

He shook his head, attempting to clear the recent visions of John in pain. He had screamed in agony the entire ride to the hospital. The only time he wasn’t in pain were the precious moments of relief brought on by being unconscious. Sherlock clasped his shaking hands together tighter willing them to stop, while waiting for word on John.

‘How long had this been going on? How could he have missed this?’ he wondered as he searched back through the last few days. John hadn’t been his usual self, but he chalked it up to being tired. He had picked up extra shifts at the clinic the last 3 weeks.  He shook his head in disgust. How could he have been so blind?

He contemplated approaching the nurse’s station again to inquire about an update. Instead his pocket vibrated with an incoming call.

"Lestrade?"

"Mrs. Hudson called and told me what happened. How is John?"

"I don't know. They haven't provided an update. I’ve been waiting in the waiting room."

"Ok. I'm down in the garage. I'll be up in a minute." Sherlock dropped the phone back in his pocket as he resumed his track around the waiting room.

Lestrade soon made his way around the corner and sighed when he saw the detective. The last 2 years with him, had taught him to not come between him and the good Doctor. He too had come to find John valuable to the work they did.

“Sherlock,” he called as he approached him worry etched on his face. “I got here as soon as I could.”

“Thank you for coming.” “Always. So still no update?” he said as he watched the detective grow agitated.

“They won’t let me see him! George! I need to see him!” Sherlock shouted as he continued his pacing.

“It’s Greg.” Lestrade corrected with an eye roll. “I’ve already spoken to the head nurse on my way up. John is in room 305 and we can see him.” Sherlock paused in mid stride and stared at Lestrade.

“I asked 5 minutes ago, and they wouldn’t let me see him.”

Lestrade grinned a little in spite of himself.

“By asking you actually mean insulting them? They said that you were acting like a raving lunatic….”

“Oh, dear god! How many times do we have to go through this I’m a high functioning….” Sherlock exclaimed throwing his hands in the air.

“Sociopath. Yes! We know but you need to be nice to them.” He mimicked, then turned serious.

“I’m really sorry this is happening to John.” He offered as Sherlock nodded.

“Thank you. I’m not sure what to make of this.” He stated. Lestrade raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Well John must be rubbing off on you for me to get 2 thank yous.” He chuckled at his attempt for humor. Sherlock’s lip twitched enough to resemble something of a smirk before fading away.

“Have you noticed that he’s been acting…different?” Sherlock asked uncertainly.

“Well he seemed a little off his game. I just chalked it up to him getting sick.” Lestrade admitted as he turned and began to walk to the room. Sherlock frowned as he followed him down the hall.

“Something is not right about all of this.” He stated as they made their way to the room. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The constant ringing in his ears was unbearable as John felt his senses returning to the present.  He blinked a few times and attempted to focus and all but cried out in pain. Every breath he took seemed to rip apart his chest and he couldn’t take a deep breath. He settled for taking small breaths, as he attempted to reassess his situation. ‘I must be in hospital.’ He arrived at the conclusion as he eyed the IV in his forearm. The room was dark and comfortable as he shifted slightly in the bed to look around. His eyes came to rest on Sherlock at the end of the bed. His friend was asleep sitting in the chair with his head resting on the bed. How he hadn’t disturbed his friends slumber was lost on him as he settled back in the bed. He cautiously raised his arm to reach for the cup of water to soothe his parched throat. Without warning, white lightening shot through him and he couldn’t suppress the howl of pain. Sherlock immediately awoke and turned his attention to his friend. “John?” He said anxiously as he came to sit by his friend eyeing his friend’s features until he was satisfied that the pain had passed. “Are you alright?” John nodded slowly as the ache began to fade and his breathing became more stable. “What caused the pain?” he said as he handed John the cup of water. “I moved.” John grumbled. “That was all it seemed to take.” “Am I at Bart’s?” he asked after finishing the cup of water and feeling a little bit fresher for it. “Yes. You collapsed at the flat and were complaining of chest pains.” Sherlock said carefully as he attempted to gauge his friend’s reactions. “You exhibited symptoms of a heart attack at the flat and here, however your EKG looks fine and your blood work came back in good standing although you should really keep an eye on your cholesterol….” He rambled before looking at his friend again. He opened his mouth to continue, joke obviously falling very flat, but decided against it and closed it. “You need your rest.” Was all he decided to say. “What aren’t you telling me?” John whispered as his brow creased. He sighed and thought carefully before speaking again. “The doctors don’t know. They simply don’t know.” “What do you mean they don’t know?” John grumbled as he struggled to speak and sit up. Hot pain shot through his chest again and his head felt light as his hand shot out and gripped Sherlock’s shoulder. “John! Tell me what’s happening?” Sherlock said with alarm.  John just shook his head. “Hurts…Chest on fire….” He said breathlessly. Sherlock nodded and began reaching for the call button when Johns hand stopped him. “I’m…. ok” he panted as he struggled to make the room stop spinning and catch his breath. His brow was covered in small puddles of sweat as he fought the darkness threatening to take him again. He needed to know more. He needed to know what was happening to him. “You should lie back down. You need to relax.” He said as he gently laid a hand to John’s shoulder and encouraged him to lay back.  “The doctors are going to keep you overnight so that they can monitor your condition. We will get answers John I promise.” He said softly as Johns eyes grew heavy. “Sherlock…don’t go…please?” John mumbled as the darkness claimed him. Sherlock checked his friend’s pulse and breathed a sigh of relief as he determined that he was alright. “Get some sleep John.”  He whispered as he watched John slip away before returning to his chair by the bed.

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[gigglyirwin]

Candy Cane Lane

Pairing: Michael x Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: so much fluff

Prompt: Christmas Lights Around Town

Summary: Michael’s about to go on his first date since his break up, and the night with you is something better than he could’ve ever asked for.

A/N: this is also up late. remember when i said that wouldn’t happen. i lied. sorry. also i realize it’s now the 15th for some of y’all also sorry about that

A/N 2: text messages are in italics in hopes you don’t get confused but you might sorry.

This is day 14 of 25 Days of Christmas. Check out the masterlist HERE!

You chewed on your bottom lip, eyeing your outfit in the full-length mirror. Maybe it was too much for a first date. You tore off the kitted sweater and threw on a black band t-shirt. Now, this was too little for a first date. With a sigh, you took that off as well, the pile on your bed of tried on clothes growing. You pulled out your drawer of shirts, frowning when you could see the bottom.

Your phone dinged on your bed and you quickly grabbed it, seeing a message from your date.

Be there in 15

Fuck. The good news was that your makeup was still done from work this morning, so all you had to do was touch it up a bit. The bad news was your hair was still crazy and you were still standing in nothing but a bra and jeans, now with all your shirts on the bed and nothing to wear.

ok!

:)

You pulled out your pants drawer, pulling out another pair of black jeans and changing into them. One look in the mirror told you no and you were about to give up on getting dressed all together and canceling on him. You grabbed a pair of tight black leggings, hoping that maybe this would be the right choice. You put the black t-shirt back on and slid an oversized jean jacket on, rolling up the sleeves, and paired everything with black boots.

Not too bad, you thought, looking at yourself in the mirror. You checked your phone. Michael would be here in 10 minutes, which meant you had 10 minutes to do your hair and fix your makeup and brush your teeth.

There was a knock on your door right as you spit the toothpaste out. You wiped off your mouth, making sure there was no toothpaste left and that your lipstick hadn’t been ruined. After a double check to make sure you looked okay, you sprinted to the door, unlocking the deadbolt and pulling it open.

You laughed when you saw Michael in a jean jacket, fleece lining the inside of his. He wore a graphic t-shirt underneath, paired with ripped black jeans and vans.

“You look so good,” he complimented, laughing afterward. “Guess we’re twinning tonight.”

“I can go change.”

“No,” Michael protested. “No, it’s cute. I love that we are unintentionally matching. Makes me a little less nervous for tonight,” he admitted, cheeks reddening slightly.

“You think you’re nervous?” you teased, grabbing your purse. You locked your door behind you, turning to face Michael after. He pulled you into an unexpected tight hug but you wrapped your arms around him, reciprocating it.

You hadn’t known Michael for very long. He was more of a mutual friend than anything, but you always crossed paths at parties and he stopped to talk to you every time he saw you. You were somewhat of a groupie, not as hardcore as some of your friends but that’s how you had met Michael. And at the time, he was in a very serious relationship.

He had been with her for three years. They were the best couple you had ever known. His girlfriend was incredibly sweet and you were as close to her as you were to Michael, but you had talked to her more, especially hanging out in the balconies waiting for the boys to perform. It came as a surprise to everyone when they broke up. Michael took time to recover and be by himself and that meant that the band as a whole took time off too, supporting their buddy in his time of need. You were at the first party he had been to since the breakup and he brought you out a beer when he saw you sitting out on Ashton’s balcony.

“I remember you said you wanted to see the lights this year, so I figured I could take you? And if you’re hungry we can stop somewhere,” he rambled as he got into his car.

“‘M not hungry,” you said. “Unless you are, in which case we can stop.”

“No-no,” he stammered. “I ate like half an hour ago, I just wasn’t sure if you had eaten yet. I’m sorry, I-I should’ve confronted you about the plans first, I just-”

You stopped him. “Michael, it’s okay.” You heard him exhale slowly and nod.

“I’m sorry. I haven’t done this in a while.”

“I know. But seeing Christmas lights sounds perfect for tonight. If we get hungry, we’ll find food then.”

Michael seemed less nervous after that, turning up his favorite songs in the car and not being afraid of rocking out to them. You joined him, smiling every time you had looked over at him. He talked about the things he’s been doing in the last six months, told you the inside scoop on the next album and laughed once again about how you both wore jean jackets tonight and how it made him less nervous when he realized you were both matching. He had taken you down to Candy Cane Lane, a light display set up throughout several blocks of neighborhoods. There were cars lined up everywhere, most driving through the displays but you and Michael decided to walk. Michael parked his car a few blocks down, helping you out of it when he had gotten out.

“Can I hold your hand?” He asked after a moment, his eyes focused on your brushing arms. He turned to look up at you when you had taken his hand in yours, his smile going wide.

“Of course you can.”

Michael squeezed your hand then. He felt like the nerves were melting away, and he was more excited now than ever, swinging your interlaced hands slightly as you made your way to the first block of houses. The displays all told a story, linked together and you couldn’t believe how decked out each house was. It made you dream of being able to set up your own Christmas lights in your future house. You were a bit surprised when your thoughts drifted to having a house with Michael and buying Christmas decorations together. You were thankful for red lights that hid the rosiness of your cheeks.

Michael pointed out his favorite displays and you did the same, oohing and ahhing over each house, picking out the best part of each of them. You both took pictures of some of the displays, and of each other. Michael wanted to get quite a few pictures with you, even asking a few strangers to take some of the two of you together. His smile was the brightest you’d ever seen it in the last six months. You never wanted it to end.

The silent trek back to his car was anything but awkward. It was comfortable and your shoulders brushed as you walked together, your hands still interlaced—they had hardly separated all night. You found it silly now that you had been so nervous for the date, when in fact it had turned out to be one of the best first dates you’d ever been on.

“You hungry or anything?” Michael asked when you had made it back to his car.

“Not really. Are you?” He shook his head at your question. He took his phone out to check the time, frowning when he realized it was late.

“I don’t want to take you home, but-” his phone read 11:35.

“It’s okay. It is getting late.”

You two talked the whole drive home. You talked about what kinds of things you did for the holidays and told stories about your childhood celebrations. Michael told you about the best gift he had ever gotten and you talked about the one Christmas where you almost went broke trying to get a gift for all of your friends. Your conversation continued through the quiet hallways of your apartment complex, the hushed whispers still going on as you two stood by your door.

“Do you want to come inside?” you asked, leaning against the wood.

“I do,” Michael said, but then frowned. “But this date has been so perfect and now I need to make it so that you’ll have something to look forward to on our next date.”

You laughed, trying to be quiet but failing and just hoping none of your neighbors complained. “So there’s another date.”

“If you’ll let me.”

“Of course, I will.”

Silence grew between you both but neither of you made an effort to leave. Michael stepped forward, eyes focused on yours, and then your lips, and then back on yours.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered. You couldn’t help biting your lip in an attempt at holding back the smile.

You nodded. “Yes.”

He stepped half an inch closer to you and then was leaning down until his lips met yours. It was gentle and he kept it that way, not wanting to go too far too soon. He wanted this to last. Not just the kiss but the relationship as a whole. He pulled away with a dopey smile, forehead pressed against yours. Your lips tingled where his had once been.

“I’ll text you,” he finally said.

You still felt like you were floating. Michael didn’t leave until you were safely inside, only moving once he heard the click of the lock. You stayed for a moment, just standing at the door with your hand still resting on the knob. Your phone vibrated in your pocket, prompting you to finally move and look at the incoming text from Michael.

I forgot to say thank you for tonight

i think the kiss said enough

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Teenage Royal Part 4

A/N: Oh my gosh, this series has received so much love already and we’re only at part 4. I love this series and I’m glad you all do too. Tags are still open.

MASTERLIST

Warnings: A little bit of angst and self doubt.

Pairing: Comin soon!

Summary: Dealing with the aftermath of the truth bomb, Y/N tries to cope with her emotions.

“It means you’re Y’N’s father.”  “Surely there must be a mistake in your calculations. I’ve never met a Hecate.” Loki’s voice was calm and almost cold, as if he was trying to hide his emotions. Did he not want me? Was I not good enough? Maybe he just knew her by a different name, right? “When she was on Earth she called herself Y/M/N. Does that ring a bell?”  The silence in the lab was deafening. The suspense in the air hung low and heavy as we all awaited Loki’s answer. And I hoped that he wanted me.  “I haven’t heard that name in years.” The walls Loki had built cracked as he let through a hint of sadness. “How could this have happened?”  “Well… when two people love each other very much… .” I had forgotten Tony was even there until he piped up with his sarcastic remark.  “I know Stark. Now leave us to discuss this, and don’t mention it. Please.” The last part Loki only added on after catching the look on my face.  The time it took Tony to leave the room felt like years, almost like he would never enter the elevator. Deciding that Stark was far enough away I turned to face my new found father. “What are we gonna do?”  “I was thinking we could keep this between us for the time being. Unless you would rather not.” He’s ashamed of me, I knew it.  “Yeah. Let’s just keep this quiet.” My eyes burned as I felt my emotion rise to them. Deciding that it would be better to just go to my room I headed toward the elevator. In my haste I wasn’t watching where I was going I bumped into a tiny brunette boy.  “Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going. Hey, have you seen Mr. Stark anywhere?” The teen rambled.  “He went upstairs.” My voice was probably cold, I had a tendency to do that when I was feeling too much.  “Ok.”  We both stepped into the elevator, awkwardly standing there.  “I’m Peter, Peter Parker.” Peter held out his hand with a smile on his face.  Grabbing the outstretched hand I offered an introduction. “Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you.”  “So… what are you doing down in Mr. Starks lab?” Obviously, Peter couldn’t handle silence.  “Tony needed to see me. You?” I decided to humor him, He didn’t seem like such a bad person.  “I needed to talk to him about… something.” Just as he finished answering the question the elevator doors opened to reveal the team.  “Hey Y/N, Peter,” Tony called out from behind the counter where he was nursing a cup of coffee.  “Hi, Mr. Stark! I was coming to go talk to you, can you help me with something?” The kid looked like a puppy who’s owner just got home after a long day of work.  Leaving them to talk I walked back to my room to find Natasha, Wanda, and Clint lounging on my bed eating the snacks. “Where’s the popcorn?”  “Sorry Clint, I got distracted. Let’s get started.” I was hoping that I could take my mind off of the newest bombshell.  It turned out that was simpler than I previously thought. Clint had gotten bored and had proceeded to do a mini fashion show. Meaning that he put on every item of clothing before we could put it away.  Because of this, it ended up taking almost the rest of the day.  “Does anyone want dinner, because I’m getting hungry.” My statement was met with agreement as we all headed down to the kitchen.  I regretted the decision almost immediately, as Loki was currently eating. Knowing that walking out of the room would cause more problems, I decided to just ignore him.  Searching through the cupboards we found some corn chips and decided to make nachos. After they were made we all headed to the screening room to watch a movie. We were just about to start it when a voice spoke out.  “I love this movie! Can I watch with you guys?” The voice belonged to none other than Peter Parker, who I had met earlier.  “Sure Spidey,” Clint answered. So that’s who Spiderman is.  “Come on guys, not everyone in the room knew I was Spiderman.” The teen practically deflated at having me know his secret identity.  “She’s a new recruit, she was bound to learn sooner or later,” Nat interjected from the couch where she and Wanda were sitting.  “Cool! What can you do?” In his excitement, Peter came and sat next to me.  “I have a lot of abilities, many I don’t even know myself.” After that, the conversation died as we all became entranced in the movie.  After the movie, we all headed to our separate rooms for the night. On the way there Loki pulled me off to the side.  “I don’t like how close you were to that boy.” Loki placed his hand on my arm, gripping it just slightly.  “I don’t see how that’s any of your concern.” Venom laced my words as I fought off the incoming anger.  “I’m your father, it is very much my concern.” He began to grip a little tighter as he spoke.  “You’ve only known for a couple of hours, and your first response was to hide it. You didn’t want anyone to know we were related so you swept it all under the rug. You don’t want me, so don’t go getting all up in my business.” Tears leaked from my eyes as I struggled to get that out intelligibly.  “I do want you, I just didn’t think that you would want anyone to know you’re related to me. I thought you would be ashamed to be my daughter.” Loki’s eyes glassed over as he fought to conceal his own tears.  “Why would I ever be ashamed of you?” I broke free of his grasp and cradled him in a hug as we both cried.  Having reached a mutual understanding we both agreed that if anyone asked we would tell them. But we weren’t going to announce it. We spent the rest of the night talking on the couch until I fell asleep. For the first time in years, I felt safe.

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Thor’ Warriors: Oneshot

Masterlist

Thor Odinson x Plus!Size Reader Ex -HYDRA Assassin

Warnings: Heartbreak, fluff, cuddling

A/N: Sorry for the crappy title! The reader has children with Captain America who died during the upcoming Avengers movie, they weren’t married but where lovers, sorry cruel I know, this takes place a little over a year after his death. Thor takes interest & it turns all cuddly & loving & disgustingly mushy. The story stops and picks up several years later with a SURPRISE!

Words: +1,700

Henry was born while on the run from the government for helping Bucky, while the youngest, the one Y/N argued to name Steven Grant Rogers, was born several months after his namesakes death. Honestly, both pregnancies where a surprise having been told numerous times HYDRA had ruined any chances of children, but here the large framed assassin sat, a widower.

The 2-year-old Y/H/C blue eyes, running after Uncle Bucky while little Grant, as she called him, slobbering on a toy on the blanket she shared with the little blue-eyed blonde, a year old & fighting sleep. The fall day warm for once to bring the kids out on the lawn of the compound to let them play & burn some energy.

“Nice day,” came the all too familiar voice of the king of Asgard as he stepped up to the blanket Y/N & Grant shared taking a seat next to the assassin that seemed at home with the little boy that was now getting up to chase after big brother.

“Bucky! You have incoming,” Y/N shouted out to the soldier that scooped the little boy up & took off with him, Henry losing interest when he spotted Thor & came running their way.

“Yes, it is a nice day, what are you doing… look out…,” Y/N warned, watching the toddler barley miss the family jewels as he flopped into the gods lap, large hands quick to grab the little creature & place him on his leg.

“Are you being good for your mother,” Thor began, the little boy shaking his head yes but Y/N shaking her head no.

“Does mom need a break,” he smiled over to Y/N who looked at the god puzzled to where this was going.

“I could always use a break,” she laughed, the toddler having his fill of the god & going after Bucky once more.

“Do you have a baby sitter then,” he asked quietly, it hadn’t gone unnoticed to Y/N that the past week the god had been friendlier than usual since he was spending more time on Midgard.

“What? for tonight,” laughed slightly, it had been so long since anyone had shown interest in Y/N, plus with kids, duties as an avenger, & why would a literal god like Thor take interest in an assassin when he had thousands of prettier women falling over themselves to be with him?

“Aye,” he responded with a sly smile that still made no sense to Y/N who looked quickly to the squealing boys that wallowed Bucky on the grass, then back to mismatched eyes that sparkled as they looked over her thick frame covered in yoga pants & long sleeve shirt.

“What for,” Y/N asked, just a dumbfounded as ever, locking gazes to smile nervously at him.

“I thought…. if you were comfortable with it… I would like to take you out to a quiet dinner where you didn’t have to stop anybody from throwing anything in the floor or smearing it on you would be relaxing, with me escorting you of course,” the god smirked watching the comprehension spread across Y/N’ face with a blush rising in her plump cheeks as mouth dropped open.

“Oh… OH! OH GOD! I'm so fucking rusty at this! Holy shit…. Umm… I …,” Y/N stammered & rambled like a teen making the god blush & watching his smile falter.

“It's ok I wasn’t sure if you were ready,” Thor began, Bucky starting past the two with the struggling boys one under each arm.

“For the love of god Y/N, you need a break & I don’t think Steve would be upset,” Bucky scolded the blushing assassin that finally met the gods gaze as Uncle Bucky carried the boys in.

“Um.. yeah, yeah I would like that, but I'm not sur who will watch the boys.. I mean…,” Y/N began nervously tugging at her long-sleeve, the god finally meeting excited yet nervous gaze.

“It's arranged, Tony helped, said you needed time away as well,” Thor smiled at the fact he had it planned out for her the woman entertained by the gods slyness.

 Oh god this was dating all over again, she & Steve didn’t date, it just…. happened. Nervously waiting for the god to show up at the entrance to the compound, Happy already waiting as the god finally made his appearance in a simple pair of dress slacks & polo that didn’t look bad on him. Y/N tugged at the t-shirt dress that hugged thick curves hopping she didn’t look to momish.

“It's fine, you look beautiful,” the god commented taking her arm in his to walk her to the car.

“Thank you, you're not bad looking yourself,” Y/N retorted, cursing internally at how stupid she sounded.

“I'm sorry, I’ve never dated, ever,” she admitted before they got into the back of the car, noting that despite wearing heels she still had to look up to Thor.

“Well technically neither have I, so shall we be terrible at this together,” he laughed helping Y/N to take a seat, getting in after  her & shutting the door as he got in.

“Well, it's comforting to know that the god of thunder isn’t as confident in Midgardian custom as I thought, because I for one am not, & I live here,” she chuckled as the car pulled away from the entrance.

It was hot, Y/N could feel sweat trickling down ample curves, hands falling to where the god rested up against her, trying to push Thor away with an exasperated huff & the head that laid on her stomach chuckling at her attempts.

“You're burning me up…,” Y/N whined, the assassin lacing nimble fingers in long golden locks that tickled bare stomach & refused to let him move away, strong arms wrapped around round buttocks that where clothed in the thinnest pare of underwear possible to keep from overheating.

“Yet you hold me tight dove,” he laughed, nuzzling at the soft skin before finally scooting up to be face to face with her, looking back behind her at a screen before looking back to the woman in his arms that refused to open Y/E/C eyes.

“What time is it,” she rasped, filling him settle in front of her laying hot forehead to hers.

“10.”

“Morning or…”

“Morning dove,” she could hear the smile in his voice, but it made her panic.

It was a school day, pushing up in the bed as fast as tired body would allow for Thor to pull her back to the mattress, sweaty back flush to clothed front arms tight around thick torso. The boys now 6 & 5 where going to be late for school.

“Henry & Grant, there late for…..,” she panicked, trying to pry out of the gods grasp, realizing it looked that he had already been up for some time.

“I’ve already gotten them ready & I may add taken them to school, so you could rest. They’re getting closer,” Thor admitted & hinted to the clear screen that showed a readout with a female body, displaying heartbeat, O2 levels among the vitals of the little girl that had stilled & was in position.

“I know, few more hours,” Y/N admitted, watching the spikes get higher with another contraction, this one bigger stronger, but thanks to HYDRA she didn’t feel it like she should, nor bothered by having the baby’s father hugged tight, nuzzling at the nape of sweaty neck.

“Are you sure you aren’t hurting,” he worried kissing the shell of her ear calloused hand rubbing over protruding belly as she rolled to her back to look at him with a smile.

“No, same with the boys, just I didn’t carry them to 9 months they were born in 6 because of the serum that we had running through our systems. This is your fault by the way, 9 months Thor really,” Y/N smiled at the god that propped up to smirk at her.

“Well, Asgardians mature slower than others,” he smiled pecking her lips before helping her to sit up, “& you asked me to if I recall it correctly.”

“I didn’t ask, more like, whoops,” Y/N laughed the god gently helping her to stand, though she didn’t put on a lot of weight on, it was still awkward with a growing…. Warrior princess as Thor called the little girl that Y/N carried.

“Why don’t you make some, well lunch now, or there is left overs,” Y/N questions as she made it to the bathroom, shooing the god off to the kitchenette.

“Should you eat before…,” Thor began, before leaving Y/N to do what was needed.

“Normal people no, but I'm not normal & would like a little something before she gets here,” Y/N admitted, making her way to the toilet to empty squished bladder.

The smell of bacon hitting her senses as she steeped out into the bedroom to make her way out & to the small kitchenette. Y/N backing up to the counter to hop up on it to sit next to the stove to watch Thor, but the god was quick to grab thick hips & place her delicately on the surface.

“You don’t know how to take it easy do you? In a few hours we are going to meet our little warrior & you're hopping around all over the place,” he laughed up at her, stealing a kiss before going back to the eggs that were now in the pan.

“No I don’t, because I went into labor with Henry when we were in a firefight with some bad guys. Natasha had to help me deliver him on the battle field because we were pinned down & Grant was delivered by Tony who kept commenting Steve would have killed him if he knew he seen me like that,” Y/N laughed, watching Thor plate the food but stopping to come stand between thick thighs, taking note panties where gone, she had to be closer if….

“And…. my water broke when I went to pee,” Y/N smiled watching Thor turn into an excited puppy.

“Then let’s get you to med bay to meet our little warrior shall we,” he smiled, pulling Y/N into strong arms to carry her to the med bay.

“I can walk,” Y/N laughed as they stepped out of the room they shared at the compound.

“I know, but MY queen should reserve her strength to get our princess here,” Thor spoke gently, taking moderate but long strides to get them to where they were needed so he wasn’t delivering a baby in the hallway.

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