#these designs were so fun too - I hope ya have fun watchin along! (^^)/

[abd-illustrates]

Character Design Chronicles: Genshin Impact | SPEEDPAINT

Today I’m challenging myself to play by a specific set of character design rules and unravel the mystery of what makes the characters in Genshin Impact look so… Genshin-Impact-y! (though mostly it’s just an excuse to chit-chat about some fun character concepts ✨✏️)

Thanks again to the folks at Makeship for bringing Lief to life! (Make sure to head on over and catch him quick before he has to skedaddle for the season! 🦝🍁)

[multisugars]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — having a famous girlfriend (possible au??)

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 — How would the gang react if their girlfriend became world famous or something? Like they had to constantly go on tours/etc

this is such a fun request! i’m sorry it took so long i just had no idea how to go about writing this since it’s such a specific request :) but i think i got the hang of it...i tried to make it sound as realistic as possible...hope you like it!! xx

𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮

a music producer heard you signing outside a local shop and you signed with him on the spot, the rest is history....you started your tour about a year later with a full album already competed and a band that was joining along side you. darry was so supportive and agreed to go with you as long as the boys were in responsible company which you made they sure were. he can be a bit overprotective at times, when you arrive to big venues you’re always a little nervous to see all the fans anxiously waiting for your arrival. you would have never imagined you’d make it this big, darry always believed in you but i think it was also something that he also has to get use to.

“we��re here! chicago illionios!” your manager announced from the front of your giant tour bus.

“you good?” darry asks snapping you back to reality.

“yeah of course!” you nod cheerfully. “just nervous.”

“you’re going to be amazin’ it’s just like singing at home,” he reassures.

“no it’s not!” you laugh. “this is a sold out show.”

“okay well it’s just like home plus about a thousand extra people watchin.”

“darry!”

𝙨𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙥

he’s your biggest fanboy in the world. every step of the way sodapop has been by your side. from when you first started singing at your school choir to now. before your shows he even goes around passing out merch to everyone but steals some for himself when no one is looking, even though you told him he can have whatever he wants without any charge. he loves to watch your performances from either back stage or right in the front row. if he can choose he’d rather be front and center so he can have a perfect view. at times you see him getting jealous in the crowd when other men cheer for you, but he’s always is waiting for you after so he can tell you how amazing you did.

“you were so good!” he gushes pulling you into a warm hug. “i could barely take my eyes off ya!”

“thank you soda,” you hug him back “for everything, for being here.”

“you know i wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else,” soda looks down at you placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙮

he so badly wants to go with you but you encourage him to stay back and finish school, you graduated high school early so this wasn’t a huge problem for you and you know how much education means to ponyboy. the months spent apart are difficult but you have a pretty solid relationship and a few months of being apart won’t do any harm to your personal life. he calls you every morning and right before you go to bed. sometimes even before you go on stage to perform. he wishes he could be there to support you fully but he knows you’re amazing and can handle anything they throw at you.

“i can’t wait to watch your show,” pony says over the phone.

“i hope you like it. i added your favorite song to the lineup tonight!” you exclaim.

“anything you do i love,” he laughs. “you outta know that by now.”

“i do, really,” you pause for a moment when the stage crew gives you the five minute signal. “hey i have to go it’s almost time, but i love you so much.”

“i love you more.”

𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙨

honesty he hates you being on long tours he thinks you’re being worked to hard by you management. when you have a day off after long hours of rehearsals dallas never lets you go anywhere without him, he’s worried that the fans will mob you, which has happened before and really terrified you. it’s not that you believe they would hurt you but the pushing and shoving and the cameras being shoved in your personal space makes you anxious. sometimes he can get insecure about how many male fans you have. he’s afraid you’re going to get bored with him. which makes him push to be around you more.

“dallas no you’re not joining my security team,” you cross your arms.

“hear me out babe, what if some guy thinks he has the right to touch you just because you’re famous...”

“i have a fantastic team already dal. i’m protected.”

“okay, okay,” he throws hiss hands up in defeat. “but i’m still comin..”

𝙟𝙤𝙝𝙣𝙣𝙮

when you first told johnny about the tour he asked you first about tagging along. you didn’t even have to try to convince him. he was extremely excited for you and incredibly supportive, like always. at times he’d worry though. when he saw you collapsing of exhaustion at night he always made sure you were okay and he also doesn’t let anyone boss you around to much. late at night when ya’ll can't fall asleep you work on your music, escaping to the roof of whatever hotel you are at in that moment. singing to johnny, he’s the only person you sing to when you’re working on a new songs. he makes you feel comfortable, but when you ask for feedback it’s not much help because he thinks everything you sing is gorgeous and should be shared with the world. 

“you could be singin’ scrips from the Bible and i’d still think it sounded beautiful,” he tells while looking up to the stars. 

“soooo...that’s a yes on the song then?” you joke. 

johnny laughs, turning to face you. “absolutely.”

𝙩𝙬𝙤-𝙗𝙞𝙩

two-bit shows his support for you but in a endearingly embarrassing kind of way, sometimes making you want to curl up into a ball or wear a ridiculous disguise while in the public eye. he loves to wear shirts with your face on them all day. you had personally designed them for the tour and your fans. when you are back home he can’t help but brag to everyone he meets that you’re his and no one else stands a chance. which you think is kind of sweet, until he gets too aggressive about it. this makes him want to take it a step further, every night before a show he begs you to let him join a song with you on stage. which is something you’ve never done.

“cmon please i know every single one!” he says proudly. 

“and that's great! but don't you think the fans would be too overwhelmed? “you question trying to get him to back out without sounding mean. “and i definitely would hate to see any girls trying to make a pass at you once they see how amazing you are.”

two-bit nods agreeing. “you're right. i’m way to pretty for tv..” 

you slap his arm before walking away. 

𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚

sadly steve doesn’t go with you on tour, because he’s committed to his job. even though its not the most high paying he still thinks of it as home, that's a decsion you have to respect. this doesn't stop him though from watching all your performances at home and he always makes sure to call you after. he shows his support in many ways. but the most extreme thing he’s done is asking his boss if he can play your tracks at work, which he has to agree to when steve has asked him every single day since you left. when customers come in he tells everyone how talented you are and threatens them until they agree to stream your music. you did not approve of this.

“you hear the girl singin’ on the stereo?” soda asks while helping a customer get his gas. 

“uh yeah, what about her?” the man gives soda an intriguing look. 

“that's my girlfriend y/n y/l/n she's a famous singer. you better go and buy her album after this for i’ll ban you from ever comin’ to this gas station again,” he warns. 

“what?! that's absurd you can't do that!” 

“watch me!” soda lunges at the man before he jumps into his car driving away. 

as steve makes his way back into the store he smiles to himself. 

“really hope that worked...”

[meowmeow-motherfucker]

Happy freakin’ Friday!! Day 9 of the 12 Days of Ficmas hosted by @negans-lucille-tblr and @the-minus-four. I picked Christmas Lights for today, and the story quickly ran away from me.

Word count: 932

Warnings: this one’s a little heavy. Discussion of deciding against having kids, sadness, crying, chick flick moments

A/N: All of these prompts take place over the span of a few days, and are part of my Fox & Squirrel SPN verse. I’ve deliberately been vague in some parts because spoilers. I hope you enjoy!

    Finding a vehicle to fit them all was a challenge, but with some creativity and tight quarters, an old van in the garage became their new mode of transportation. Bobby drove them to the park, pulling seamlessly into the parade of sightseers. 

    Conversation was sparse apart from comments about the design of this or color choice of that. Cas was disappointed by the lack of honeybees.

    “Why is there a cop by this one?” Claire asked as they approached the final display.

    “Oh shit,” Dean laughed. “Duck!” he hunched down in the seat to avoid being seen, pulling Savannah down with him.

    “Is this the nativity you vandalized?” Sam asked. “It’s the biggest one here! No wonder they were so pissed!” 

    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Dean replied. 

    “Come on, tell us the story!” Alex pleaded. 

    “We’re not the droids you’re looking for,” Savannah waved her hand in front of the teens face. “Move along.” 

    “You guys are no fun!” Donna chided over Castiel’s laughter. Dean and Savannah high fived, both laughing as they shared a quiet conversation. Sam shook his head, turning to stare out the window as Savannah quacked. 

    “You’re not gonna give us anything? Not even a hint?” Charlie asked. 

    “Look, guys, it’s private,” Dean explained as he and Savannah righted themselves in the seats. “I know you’re all curious but we’d rather not get into it.” 

    The ride home was silent and somber. Dean thought he’d been doing the right thing deflecting the subject.. He’d been hoping to spare her from feeling sad, but Savannah seemed withdrawn, chewing on her bottom lip the entire ride back to the bunker. It made him feel better that she kept their fingers linked, soothed him to feel her thumb rub circles on his palm. 

    They were back at the bunker, everyone moving in different directions when Savannah broke the silence. 

    “Dean and I decided not to have kids,” she blurted. “We both want to, but I didn’t want to pass on my genes and risk Crowley harming them. I can’t take that risk. I won’t,” she shook her head, sinking into Dean’s embrace when he put his arm around her. “It’s been really hard, and I’m still struggling to come to terms with it. It’s my fault we got arrested.”

    “No it’s not-” Dean tried to protest.

    “You were trying to cheer me up-”

    “By stealing a fake baby?” Bobby asked skeptically.

    “Oh, they did more than just steal it.” Sam muttered, chuckling as he remembered Savannah’s drunken retelling in the police station.

    “What did you do?” Jody asked. 

    “We might’ve…” Dean and Savannah shared a look. “Okay, we definitely threw it in the lake.” Dean said.

    “No, no, we yeeted it.” Savannah corrected. Claire burst into peals of laughter, laughing so hard she began to cough and had to be smacked on the back by Castiel. 

    “I’m sorry, I was just picturing baby Jesus soaring through the air!” she dropped her head onto her arms, trying to quiet herself. 

    “So yeah,” Dean said anxiously. “That’s why we got arrested.” He kissed Savannah’s forehead when she offered a wan smile, resting his chin on her head as she latched onto him. 

    “Being a parent is about doing what’s best for your child, even when it’s hard,” Jody said softly. “You two would have made great parents.” 

    “Maybe,” Dean replied. “But it’s not like we’re alone. You guys are all family, and we wouldn’t change that for anything.” 

    “We know that, son.” Bobby said. 

    “Choosing not to have kids doesn’t make you less, you know.” Jody said, clasping Savannah’s hands in her own. The blonde’s face crumpled, and she nodded as tears sprang to her eyes. Jody pulled her into a tight hug, letting Savannah hide her face in Jody’s neck.

    “Thanks Jody.” she murmured softly. 

    “Anytime, kiddo. You too, big guy.” Jody reached out to Dean, wrapping an arm around him as well. 

    “Alright everyone, jammies and hot cocoa, pronto! We’re watchin’ Christmas movies and you two get to pick the first one,” Donna clapped her hands behind Jody, knowing the couple must want the emotional moment to end. “We’ll even let ya pick Die Hard.” she teased Dean.

    “Thanks, but uh…” Dean cleared his throat, adjusting his watch anxiously. “Savannah’s been wanting to watch A Christmas Story.” 

    “We’ll get it all set up; you join us when you’re ready.” Donna said sweetly. 

    “Thanks Donna.” 

    “You betcha!” The room emptied quickly, leaving Dean and Savannah and Bobby. Savannah pressed a kiss to Dean’s cheek, promising to set out his comfiest pajamas before going to their room. ‘

    “Never known you to give up on somethin’.” Bobby said. Dean sighed heavily; he was not in the mood to fight.

    “Bobby-”

    “I know,” Bobby laid a hand on his shoulder. “Your heart’s in the right place. I just hate to see ya give up somethin’ you’ve always wanted. There might be an answer out there, is all.” 

    “And there might not.” 

    “True, but we’ve faced impossible odds before right?” Bobby asked, and Dean felt the question like a punch to the gut. 

    “Right.” Bobby sighed, patting Dean’s cheek fondly. 

    “I love ya, kid.”

    “Love you too, Bobby.” 

    “Damn right,” Bobby nodded. “Don’t go stealin’ the recliner before I get there. I’m an old man and need to put my feet up.” 

    “Yeah, yeah.” Dean grumbled to Bobby’s back as the older man left the room. He changed quickly and joined everyone in the den, cuddling up on the couch with Savannah. 

    Whatever the future brought, Dean and Savannah had a loving family.