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applememes · 3 years ago

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𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒋𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 - 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔

just in time for spooky month! content warning for: death, suicide, coarse language, and sexual themes. feel free to change pronouns/names/tense as needed!

prologue: invisible

❝ in times like these, we have no words. we only have each other. ❞

❝ you’re invisible when you’re sad. ❞

❝ grown-ups wanna fix things; when they can’t, it only fills them with shame. ❞

❝ is it being greedy to need someone to see me? ❞

❝ such a bold departure from the original source material! ❞

the whole being dead thing

❝ hey ____ ! beggin’ your pardon ❞

❝ let’s skip the tears. ❞

❝ you’re doomed! ❞

❝ if i hear your cellphone ringing, i’ll kill you myself. ❞

❝ death can get a person stressed. ❞

❝ just relax, you’ll be fine! ❞

❝ YOU’RE ALL GONNA DIE. ❞

❝ nobody is bullet proof. ❞

❝ time to face the brutal truth. ❞

❝ hey, that’s just statistics! ❞

❝ THERE’S A GIANT SNAKE HERE! ❞

❝ that’s the thing with life: nobody makes it out alive. ❞

❝ toss that body in the pit! ❞

❝ when you’re dead, who gives a shit? ❞

❝ i’ve mastered the art of tearing convention apart. ❞

ready, set, not yet

❝ every curve and surface speaks to me. ❞

❝ i know to the untrained eye it’s boring. ❞

❝ you’re not mentally prepared to make room for ____. ❞

❝ ____, why don’t you live? ❞

❝ look at these jugs! ❞

❝ i'll protect you in a mother’s embrace. ❞

❝ that’s what you’ve done. ❞

❝ are we willing to take the next step? ❞

❝ soon enough, our hopes and dreams will be crushed. ❞

❝ the wi-fi should be faster. ❞

❝ the bathroom is a disaster! ❞

❝ what about world peace? ❞

❝ we should learn mandarin... or spanish, at least. ❞

❝ now we’re totally, completely, maybe eighty percent ready. ❞

the whole being dead thing pt. 2

❝ did i say netherworld? nevermind! ❞

❝ jesus, i can’t spell. ❞

❝ let’s all get naked! ❞

❝ what is happening? ❞

❝ i understand it’s a lot to process. ❞

❝ lucky for you i dropped by. ❞

❝ just stick with me. ❞

❝ money? ah, who gives a shit. ❞

❝ c’mon, let’s make out a bit. ❞

❝ it’s the perfect day to die! ❞

dead mom

❝ i need a little help here. ❞

❝ i’m probably talking to myself here. ❞

❝ are you here, ____? ❞

❝ i’m tired of trying to iron out my creases. ❞

❝ i’m a bunch of broken pieces. ❞

❝ it was you who made me whole. ❞

❝ hurry up, get happy. ❞

❝ ____ is in denial. ❞

❝ they want me to smile and clap like a performing seal. ❞

❝ you held my hand and life came easy. ❞

❝ i want something to believe in, or i’m done. ❞

❝ wake me when i’m twenty one. ❞

❝ won’t you send a sign? ❞

❝ i’m running out of hope and time. ❞

fright of their lives

❝ you are super polite. ❞

❝ all of that is finished tonight. ❞

❝ i want scary faces! ❞

❝ look at me, i’m so scaaaary! ❞

❝ would a little anger kill ya? ❞

❝ i’m trying to fill you with wisdom and skill and the instinct to KILL! ❞

❝ we don’t want to kill anyone. ❞

❝ somehow, someway, you gotta make ‘em see ya. ❞

❝ learn to throw your voice! ❞

❝ now THAT is cool! ❞

❝ scare ‘em awake until they break. ❞

❝ they’ll be quaking in fright! ❞

❝ you’ve got some evil deep down inside you. ❞

❝ let’s start with things that you hate. ❞

❝ hate’s a very strong word. ❞

❝ what fills you with rage? ❞

❝ kids call me ‘dude’. ❞

❝ oh, i find that so rude! ❞

❝ maybe this time pretend like you mean it. ❞

❝ i want freedom. ❞

❝ i know beggars can’t be choosers, but... ❞

❝ yeah? well that was a soliloquy. so you’re the one who’s being rude. ❞

❝ get your head in the game. ❞

❝ let’s hide their phones! ❞

❝ how will i ever survive? ❞

❝ we’re very, very scary! ❞

ready, set (reprise)

❝ if we want our ____ back, we have to fight for it! ❞

❝ no one can see us. ❞

❝ we’re ready as we’ll ever get. ❞

❝ i gotta get right outside my comfort zone. ❞

no reason

❝ the universe is more than just space with no end. ❞

❝ just think of the universe as a female best friend. ❞

❝ you’re on the right track. ❞

❝ i got your back. ❞

❝ i’m helping you grow. ❞

❝ think positive, act positive. ❞

❝ you dictate the hand the universe deals. ❞

❝ science makes no sense. ❞

❝ go with your feels! ❞

❝ what are they saying? ❞

❝ buy more crystals. ❞

❝ everything happens for a reason. ❞

❝ be a beacon of light in the world. ❞

❝ gee, i hate to break it to you... ❞

❝ the earth’s a small place. ❞

❝ good people die. ❞

❝ positivity is a luxury few can afford. ❞

❝ one day you may wake up alone. ❞

❝ that’s specific... ❞

❝ you cry yourself to sleep in deep despair. ❞

❝ take it from me! ❞

❝ put some more fun in the world. ❞

❝ is this still about me? ❞

❝ sounds like terrible things can happen. ❞

❝ the universe is random. ❞

invisible (reprise) / on the roof

❝ you’re invisible when you’re me. ❞

❝ there’s no one to see my truth. ❞

❝ what’s the point of even trying? ❞

❝ nobody said life’s fair. ❞

❝ by the time you read this, i, ____, will be gone. ❞

❝ there’s nothing for me here. ❞

❝ that makes two of us. ❞

❝ who the hell are you? ❞

❝ I’M GONNA HAVE A NEW BEST FRIEND! ❞

say my name

❝ you could use a buddy. ❞

❝ don’t you want a pal? ❞

❝ you should stick around. ❞

❝ kill him. ❞

❝ together we’ll exterminate, assassinate--! ❞

❝ the finer points can wait. ❞

❝ you won’t believe how far i’ll go. ❞

❝ i don’t know your name. ❞

❝ how ‘bout a game of charades? ❞

❝ wow, i’m impressed! ❞

❝ oh this is gonna be so good! ❞

❝ you’re so smart. ❞

❝ i’ll think about your offer. ❞

❝ i’ve been swimming with piranhas; i don’t need a shark. ❞

❝ yes life sucks, but not that much. ❞

❝ be a doll and spare the lecture. ❞

❝ really, it’s a flattering offer. ❞

❝ so playing hardball, huh? you are... tougher than you look. ❞

❝ just wanna make sure i know who i’m working with. ❞

❝ got any references? ❞

❝ our troubles all ended on the day we befriended him. ❞

❝ every word is the truth. ❞

❝ that was possession. ❞

❝ then ____, what do i need you for? ❞

❝ hold up! ❞

❝ they’re sweet, but i’m a demon straight from hell! ❞

❝ i know i went a little hard on the sell... ❞

❝ we’re BF-F-F-F’s forever!. ❞

❝ what? he was already dead. ❞

❝ together we can make a grown man weep. ❞

❝ i got a dinner date to keep. ❞

❝ okay, so what’s the plan? ❞

❝ teach ____ a lesson. ❞

❝ i’ll lead that lamb to slaughter. ❞

❝ i’ll make him say my name. ❞

day-o (the banana boat song) (act one finale)

❝ i have only known this amazing, amazing person a few months... i don’t even know how many, i’d have to check my paystubs! ❞

❝ as my guru always says... ❞

❝ what’s going on? are you alright? ❞

❝ i-i am so sorry, i don’t- i don’t know what just happened. ❞

❝ do you need to lie down? ❞

❝ what is happening to me? ❞

❝ call 9-1-1! ❞

❝ wait. why aren’t you dancing? ❞

❝ this house is haunted, and the ghosts who live here want you out! ❞

❝ who wants bacon? ❞

❝ NO, I’M A VEGAN! ❞

❝ please, forgive me, if i had known... ❞

❝ you moron, don’t apologize! ❞

❝ we’re gonna be rich! ❞

❝ a genuine haunted house? ❞

❝ these ghosts are gonna make us a fortune! ❞

❝ no, you’re supposed to be scared! ❞

❝ i’m so sorry, it didn’t work... ❞

❝ there’s one thing that can still stop him. ❞

❝ you don’t know what will happen. ❞

❝ i can’t keep living like this! ❞

❝ i’m so glad you changed your mind. ❞

❝ you are never gonna regret this. ❞

❝ we are gonna make such a great team. ❞

❝ it’s showtime! ❞

❝ it’s our house now! ❞

❝ looks like we're not invisible anymore! ❞

#rp memes #roleplay memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #a: original memes #mt: sentence #s: other

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dingoat · 3 years ago

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The Boy in the Temple

[Guess I’m in some sort of writing zone? This came out of absolutely nowhere and features a whole lot of Sithy business that I don’t normally go anywhere near and a character that’s still waiting to be properly defined and backstory for the worst boy rather than the best girl, hahaha. Sometimes when the plot bunnies strike you’ve just gotta run with it, and apparently I just did for nearly 2k words.]

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It was the last thing the Sith expected to encounter scurrying about the edges of the Dark Temple, a furious little presence of cold rage and purpose completely untainted by the madness that otherwise permeated the area. Even more surprising to discover was that the being was not only a perfectly ordinary human, but young and Force-blind to boot.

Immediately curious, he shifted the focus of his hunt to the boy instead, a wave of his hand directing his bogwing to tighten her wings and wheel higher into the soft drizzle of the sky, a perfectly unassuming silhouette against the Temple’s stone peaks. Dropping back a comfortable distance, the Sith allowed the Force to do all his work for him, observing the boy’s passage under arches and over jutting walls, stealthy as a hunting cat. He was… very plainly here for a reason, driven by something that ran deep and swirled passionately at his core. Intensely focused, but with a sort of callous disregard for his own self; the boy didn’t know if he would come away from this excursion alive, and didn’t quite seem to care.

He carried things, things that no regular human boy should be carrying, a scroll and a blade that glittered so brightly through the Force with ancient energy and carefully honed power that the Sith could read the engravings on the knife and almost make out the strokes of ink on the carefully rolled parchment. The boy treated them with care; unrolling the map only for brief consultations and guarding it against the rain with his body. He picked his way around a curved section of wall, textured with glyphs carved in glossy obsidian, ran his fingers along the scored stone until he found what he was after.

Then he uttered words that no regular human boy should know, and the stone shifted.

The Sith’s curiosity deepend exponentially.

He raised his hand and seized the stone, forcing the doorway to remain open even after the boy had slipped inside. He sensed the way the boy waited, first impatient, clearly expecting it to close, then no longer caring as he pressed on inside. The Sith followed, summoning his pet down to ground level to perch by the carved wall, swiftly weaving threads of the Force between the bogwing and the doorway and forming an easy anchor that he could access to let himself out again from the inside.

If it proved necessary. You never really could tell, with places like this.

The boy moved on, down a winding passageway with only a small handful of forks, pausing only once to consult his map, and being very sparing with his use of a small electronic torch to light his way. All the while, anger flowed from him, cold white anger stemming from a whorl of grief that filled the whole of him, making plain the shape of his body through the Force. He couldn’t have been more than fifteen years, lean and fit but still gangly with youth, and yet there was so much tension in his shoulders, in the clench of his jaw. If the boy knew anything of what slithered along the walls or crawled over his head, he gave no indication that he was bothered; he was either not remotely squeamish, or utterly oblivious.

The Sith was certainly not bothered, as he felt something with far too many legs crawl across his chest and carry on its way as he took a moment to lean against the wall, waiting for the boy to fuss his way over a selection of doorways.

The Sith didn’t bother to follow him into the chamber that eventually yawned in front of him; his vision through the Force let him know all he needed about the ancient text inscribed across the walls, the smooth stone chalice that sat on an ornate pedestal in front of the towering altar that took up most of the room, crowned with a shimmering obelisk. He also knew, plain as day, that the boy now trembled with something new. Nerves. Anticipation. And was that… a delicious little glimmer of hope?

He had wondered, at one point, if this were some new Intelligence recruit, set on some impossible training task. But that thought was cast aside as he realised this boy’s mission was intensely personal, and terribly private.

He judged that the boy must be a terribly resourceful individual, to have gained possession of the artifacts he held. Particularly the knife, which he now brandished, brimming with tension, over his outstretched left hand.

The Sith tipped his head thoughtfully, listening as the boy spoke, his lips and tongue rapidly forming unfamiliar words, a little clunky with his lack of true grasp of the language, but still… impressive. Very impressive, for such a superficially ordinary little being.

The Sith decided he’d seen enough, and pulled himself to his feet, stepping forward while clearing his throat before the blade managed to nick the boy’s skin.

The boy startled with a shout, and the ancient blade clattered to the ground. Yet his shock was rapidly replaced with blind fury, and after a split second of sizing up the Sith he launched, recklessly, ferociously, fists raised.

The Sith let him come almost within arm’s reach before twitching his fingers and catching up the boy around the throat, lifting him into the air without actually laying a hand on him.

“Who are you?” The boy shouted through his struggles, deliciously furious. “You’re not meant to be here, what are you doing here?”

The Sith couldn’t help but laugh. “I think of the two of us, it’s the one with his legs dangling in the air that has less claim to any right to be here. Who are you, skulking about a cursed temple with stolen items? I have to assume you have some idea of what you were about to do, but truly, do you have any idea what you were about to do?”

The indignation that soared through the boy was delightful.

“Leave me alone! I don’t care what you think, just leave me alone. I know what I’m doing.”

The Sith sifted gently through the Force and tutted softly. “You don’t care, do you? You’re not afraid of me. You’re not afraid of losing your own life here, are you?”

The boy glowered, and somehow came across decades older than he aught. But his silence stretched long, simmering with grief.

The Sith observed him thoughtfully. “You won’t succeed. Whoever it is you’re trying to bring back…”

The boy shouted again, something that was almost a wild animal snarl, and thrashed savagely in the constricting grip of the Force. He twisted and bucked, utterly heedless of the pressure around his throat, he kicked out and so very, very nearly clipped the Sith across the chin.

“A more volatile being than I might choose to kill you know, just for that. Or perhaps for your trespass, or your blatant theft.”

“So do it then,” the boy spat back with an acid tone, flushed with absolute disregard for his precarious situation, and an impressive wall guarding his thoughts, for one unable to manipulate the Force.

But it did little to protect against someone as skilled as the Sith. Pressing through that barrier was as easy as drawing breath, and the image that the boy held in his mind was breathtaking in its contrast to the ferocity and willfulness he projected outward. “She’s young, isn’t she? Younger than you. Or is that… oh, I see. That’s as old as she ever reached, isn’t it?”

The boy shrieked a wordless rage, jolting so savagely against the Sith’s grasp that he almost considered letting go just to see how far the boy would go. It seemed a pity, almost, that such a vibrant being should have to suffer a complete inability to perceive the lifeblood of the universe. That a boy filled with such passion and fury should be blind to his true shape in the world.

He waited until the tantrum died down before speaking again. He was in no hurry.

“Your little ritual would have attracted the attention of spirits quite happy to claim you and use you, with no intention of delivering what you seek.”

“So why don’t you help me instead? Why don’t you do something decent with your stupid magic, what the kriff is even the point of being able to do what you people can do if you don’t-” his words were cut short with a sharp choking sound and a gasp for air.

The Sith saw little value in even entertaining the boy’s sad little fantasy. But what he did enjoy was the boy’s spirit. His fury and his cunning, his resourcefulness and courage. What a useful life, this boy could have. What a career.

He summoned the blade to his free hand, pocketing it before gently prying the scroll from the boy’s belt. “You will leave this temple, and you will turn your thoughts away from this absurd ritual. You want nothing to do with the stuffy old dead beings that would rather turn your mind than deliver a glimpse of your lost sister.” He spoke the words with a sliver of influential pressure, but the boy’s manner remained fierce; no fog came to his mind to absorb the suggestion. It was unsurprising, really, that the boy was far too strong willed for a simple mind trick; so be it. The words would be offered as plain advice. “And one day, you’ll be grateful that I spared your life, and gave you the opportunity to find a way to seek out true compensation for those who brought her to harm. There is a great deal of solace to be found in artful vengeance. Death comes to us all, boy, there’s no need to invite it early.”

The boy seemed to be taking in what he said, and had calmed his struggles somewhat. But the moment the Sith let his feet touch the ground again, he launched once more, utterly foolish but still, in his own way, admirable.

The Sith flicked his hand and sent the boy crashing against the far wall of the chamber. “You possess the sort of tenacity and ruthlessness that could get you far in the Empire. I’m curious to see where this will take you in life.”

And what you might be able to deliver when I decide to cash in on the debt you now owe me.

He smiled to himself as he turned and left the boy to find his own way out. If he was truly resourceful, he’d find a way, and if not… then perhaps the loss would not be so great after all.

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Some decades later, Keeper took in the caller ID on his buzzing comm, and permitted himself a long sigh before responding.

“Intelligence headquarters, how are we able to serve?”

The voice on the other end was young, fresh, and a little bit nervous. An assistant of some sort, then, or an apprentice? “My Lord requests the presence of your Watcher Five at his earliest convenience, sir.”

“Watcher Five is currently on a rather well deserved leave of absence. I can arrange a meeting for him on his return, unless the matter is of some urgency? Might I request the nature of the appointment?”

A pause. “My Lord wishes to collect on a debt owed to him.”

Keeper drew his lips tight. He had a bad feeling about this. “I will be sure to inform the Watcher. If there is anything else we may be able to do…?”

“That is all. My Lord looks forward to the Watcher’s return.”

Keeper stared at his comm for a short while after the call ended, feeling an uncomfortable coldness in his guts. And then he began to dial out, suspecting that this might just be a matter that Five would appreciate some time to prepare for.

#dingoat writes #swtor fic #sith #MYSTERY SITH that is hahaha #and a wee little #watcher five #guest appearance by #keeper

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buckybeardreams · 3 years ago

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Loss

Chapters: 1/16

Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Brock Rumlow/Sam Wilson, Clint Barton/Brock Rumlow/Sam Wilson

Characters: Clint Barton, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Lila Barton, Cooper Barton, Nathaniel Pietro Barton, Kate Bishop, Harley Keener, Darcy Lewis, Rebecca Barnes Proctor

Additional Tags: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Minor Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Past Clint Barton/Laura Barton, Established Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sappy, Happy Ending, Kid Fic, Grief/Mourning, Depression, brief alcohol abuse, Brief suicidal thoughts, Separation Anxiety, Insecurity, Misunderstandings, Protective Brock Rumlow, Sam Wilson is a Saint, non-sexual nudity, Soulmates, Mates, Non-Explicit Sex, Anal Fingering, References to Knotting, Bonding, Claiming, Claiming Bites, Wordcount: 10.000-30.000, Breastfeeding, Co-Sleeping

Summary:

After Clint lost his soulmate he didn't think he'd ever love again, then he started to hook up with Brock. At first it was just a nice distraction but after a while he thought that maybe it could be something more, that is until Brock met his own soulmate. Clint was sure that would be the end of things, but now Sam and Brock both are flirting with him and he doesn't know what to do with that.

This is the 2nd part in a 3 part series, second chances, but they can be read as stand alone fics so it's not necessary to read the first one to enjoy this one.

You can find part 1 on tumblr or on ao3.

I'm not gonna be posting the full chapters for this fic here after this one, but you can read them on ao3. I'll be updating every Mon, Wed, and Fri.

Words: 1,890

Tony grinned when Brock opened the door, Harley strapped to his back and a bottle of sparkling apple cider in his hand.

"I brought non-alcoholic beverages!"

Brock laughed and pulled him in for a hug.

"You still doing that attachment parenting thing," Brock teased.

"Yeah, you?"

Brock nodded.

"Yeah, Sam's got Sonny right now. He took him for a walk in the park so I wouldn't strangle him."

"Oh no, is it teething?"

Brock raised a brow.

"What? No, not Sonny. Sam. He's driving me crazy. Sonny's a perfect little angel. He gets that from me."

"Uh-huh, sure," Tony indulged, passing the sparkling cider to Brock and following him into the kitchen.

"How's the restaurant? Running smoothly?"

"Smooth enough anyway. Running a business is no easy task, but I manage."

"I'd hope so, seeing as you are the manager," Brock teased as he grabbed the bottle opener and opened the cider before pouring it into glasses.

Tony rolled his eyes at the lame joke.

"At least the transition from a bar into a family restaurant by day, bar by night went smoothly. Everything else is just icing on top now. With the renovations done and the remodeling out of the way, now all we have to do is manage the staff. Well, then there's the paperwork and finances and whatnot, but Steve handles all of that."

"Yeah, I gotta admit, as much as I love hanging out with your baby daddy, I do miss you at all the mommy and baby classes."

Tony hummed, shrugging.

"Not really my thing, but Steve says Harley loves the baby ASL. He's not a fan of the swim lessons though."

Brock nodded in understanding.

"Sonny hated those ones at first too. He doesn't really care too much about the ASL, but the messy arts class is right up his alley. Sam says it's because I insist on having a sparkly clean home. He acts like it's a bad thing. A home can't be too clean."

Tony just hummed, because his Alpha had a similar need to keep things spotless and Tony definitely didn't care for it. At least Steve was willing to do all the chores for him, because Tony would definitely object if he had to do the cleaning. A place could definitely be too clean, but he wasn't about to open that can of worms with Brock.

"Yeah, Steve was disappointed that Harley wasn't more into the art classes. He just doesn't like getting messy. He takes after Steve like that, kind of a neat freak, and yet Steve loves painting, which I really don't get. His paintings are fabulous though and his studio is a mess. The rest of the house though? Spotless."

Brock laughed and they headed to the couch to sip their sparkling cider.

Harley started to squirm when his feet touched the cushions and Tony set his glass down, standing back up to remove him from the carrier.

"Hi, pretty baby! Look at you! You're so pretty!" Tony cooed at him.

Harley just giggled and reached out to grab at his curls. Tony scrunched up his face and pried his grabby hands out of his hair.

"Okay, enough of that. Mommy likes his hair too much to let you pull it all out."

Tony set Harley down in a large octagon-shaped playpen. It had pillows and toys in it that Harley immediately made a beeline for. It's what Brock liked to call a yes zone, because pretty much everywhere else in their apartment he had to say no to Sonny constantly, but in his playpen everything was a yes.

"How are things going with you and Sam?" Tony asked, sitting back down.

Brock groaned.

"I'm not sure."

"Uh-oh," Tony said and Harley looked around like he was trying to figure out what was an uh-oh. "Trouble in paradise?"

"I don't know. Maybe? Things aren't bad or anything. Actually Sam's kinda annoyingly perfect. Sometimes I feel like it's hard to live up to that."

"Aw, Brock, I don't think Sam cares so much about that."

"I know he doesn't," Brock groaned. "Because he's freaking perfect and I'm a lost cause."

"No, you're not. You just need to give yourself a break. Trying to be perfect is just going to leave you feeling like you're not good enough."

Brock narrowed his eyes at him.

"When did you get to be so wise?"

"When my firstborn turned one," Tony teased, nudging him with his shoulder. "No, seriously though. Don't worry so much about trying to keep the house perfect and all sparkly clean and worry more about living your life. Spend more time with Sam."

"I spend almost all of my time with Sam."

"Yeah, but Sonny's there too. There's nothing wrong with family time, but when was the last time you went on a date night?"

Brock wasn't even sure. It had been months.

"You need to get yourself a babysitter, or drop Sonny off with us, and then spend some time alone. Remember why you became mates in the first place. It wasn't because you wanted a baby. It was because you loved each other and you fell in love at first sight. So spend some time looking at each other again and maybe you'll find that spark you used to have."

Brock sighed and downed the rest of his cider.

"God, I wish there was alcohol in this."

"Don't we all?"

They could hear the sound of keys in the door before it opened and Sam came in, Sonny strapped to his belly. Brock got up when the baby started saying mamamamama and pulled him out of the carrier.

"Hi, angel, look at how big you are? You want to go see Tony? Show him your new skills?" Brock cooed at his son, setting him down on his feet. "Go get him!"

"Come here, Sonny! You gonna walk to me?"

Sonny took a few wobbly steps before he got close enough for Tony to reach out and snag him up.

"Woah, you're so big! Such a big walker, huh?" Tony praised the baby. "Did you see that, Harley? Did you see how big your friend is? Walking up on his feet like a big boy? You're gonna be doing that soon too."

Harley was already pulling himself up and walking around while holding onto things, so he probably would be walking soon. He was only a month behind Sonny in age, so they played really well together, for the most part at least. Sharing wasn't any baby's strong suit.

Tony set Sonny down in the playpen after they cooed over him for a few minutes and Harley immediately crawled up to him and tried to crawl on him. Sonny shoved him off, but Harley wasn't offended. He just giggled and rolled over onto his belly, so he could push back up and go after the ring stacker. Sam came over somewhat hesitantly. Brock had been pretty irritated this morning, so he wasn't sure if he should give him space or not.

"Hey, Tony! It's good to see you!"

"You too! Always happy to come over and eat all of your food."

Sam laughed.

"You doing good, babe?" Sam asked Brock carefully.

Brock nodded, biting his lip. He had been pretty distant and irritable the last few weeks and he felt bad about it. Sam didn't deserve that. He was such a good Alpha and a good dad.

"Yeah, I'm good, Alpha," Brock said, licking his lips.

He patted the cushion next to him.

"Wanna sit with me?"

Sam looked surprised for a moment, then he smiled softly and sat down, looking like he'd just been given the best gift ever when Brock curled into his side and rested his head on his shoulder.

"I've missed you," Sam murmured in his ear.

"Missed you too, Alpha."

*****

Brock was trying to make more of an effort and Sam definitely didn't miss the signs. He was more affectionate and he even got Sam a gift. It was important to point out that while Sam had felt the strain on their relationship, he hadn't really been upset at Brock about it. It was just one of those things where he assumed Brock would come around eventually and, well, he wasn't wrong.

"What is this?" Sam asked when Brock tossed a water bottle at him.

He caught it thanks to his great reflexes, not because Brock had given him any warning before throwing the metal cylinder his way. Brock rolled his eyes.

"What does it look like? It's a water bottle, Sam."

"Yeah, but why?"

"I got it for you," Brock said with a shrug.

Sam's heart fluttered at the thought of Brock getting him something, but his brows furrowed in confusion.

"I already have a water bottle."

"No, you don't. I threw it away."

Sam pursed his lips.

"May I ask why?"

"No, you may not," Brock said plopping down on the couch.

Sam raised his brow at him and Brock ignored him for a moment, flicking on the TV before glancing back at Sam with a groan.

"Fine, I got you a new one, because I read that the owner of Hydra Flask is an asshole who doesn't support Omega rights. I can't have my Alpha running around sporting that logo on his bottle, now can I? People might think you're a traditionalist. God forbid."

Sam blinked at him for a moment before a fond look fell over his features and he sat down next to Brock, pulling his Omega into his side. Brock blushed when Sam pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Thank you, love."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Brock grunted, but he leaned into Sam's side, turning to press his face into Sam's neck and hide a small smile.

Sam could feel it against his neck, but he didn't comment on it. He just ran his fingers through Brock's hair until his Omega yawned and made a sleepy little whimper.

"Come on, baby. Let's go to bed," Sam said softly.

Brock grunted, but didn't protest when Sam scooped him up off the couch and carried him off to bed. His back hit the mattress and his hands shot out to grab Sam's shirt, whining when Sam gently pried his fingers off of him.

"Shh, you're okay. Just let me undress you, then I'll cuddle with you."

Brock pouted, but let his Alpha do what he wanted. When Sam climbed into the bed he was wearing only his boxers and Brock had on only his shirt. Brock usually liked to sleep naked, but he had whined when Sam asked him to sit up, so Sam had just rolled his eyes, pressed a kiss to his forehead and left his shirt on.

Sonny usually slept with them, even though he technically had a crib in the nursery, but tonight was one of those rare nights that he actually was using that crib that usually stood around empty like a decorative piece. Brock rubbed at his eyes, turning to press his face into Sam's neck and Sam smiled softly, wrapping his arms around him.

"Night, baby," Sam whispered softly.

"Night, Alpha, love you."

"Love you too, Omega."

Things weren't perfect between Sam and Brock, but that didn't mean they didn't love each other. Just because something isn't perfect, doesn't mean it's wrong.

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Chapter Four: Mission Hills - Part Two

Would You Call That Love

Pairing: Chris Evans x Raina Morrison (OC)

Rating: PG to PG-13 (Might be 18+ for some chapters)

Description: There was always that one person Chris Evans tended to turn to when he was not in a committed relationship, Raina Morrison. He could confide in her about things going on in his life that he did not feel comfortable talking to his family or close friends about. Chris and Raina were able to establish a way to openly communicate with one another, but also being respectful of the other’s time and needs. It was the only constant “relationship” he had, but without all the nonsense of trying to build a life together. A “friends with benefits” situation. However, what happens when Chris starts rethinking his “relationship” with Raina and if either are willing to pursue something more?

Chapter Rating: 18+

Warnings: Sexual content (oral with female receiving)

Word Count: 2,934

Author’s Note: We are still in 2014. It dives deeper into Chris and Raina’s friendship and how it became sexual. The next chapter we will return to the present time. This was partially proof-read.

Feedback is always welcomed. If you want to be tagged, please let me know.

Sadly, I do not know Chris Evans or anyone in his family and this is just a fictional take on his life. I do not permit this fic to be reposted on other platforms.

Updated for grammar and punctuation edits.

As Raina had expected, sex with Chris was amazing. He knew exactly what to do when it came to pleasuring a woman. The fact that he could go back and forth between being soft and sensual to dominating and rough was mind-blowing. Raina was sure she had blacked out a couple of times because the orgasms were so intense. For Chris, he could not remember the last time he came so hard. He made sure to give it his all when it came to giving Raina pleasure. He was not going to half-ass anything.

The two were in post-coital bliss—however, both knew that it would not be able to last. Neither wanted to leave the bubble they created and enter the real world. The world where they had to be mindful of how they acted around each other. The world where they were always expected to keep their guard up and be cautious. The world where everything came down to PR and playing a role the media and fans tacked them.

“I don’t want this to end,” Chris spoke up suddenly.

Raina turned her head, so she was looking at him. “What do you mean?”

Turning on his side, Chris stared at the woman next to him. He loved her. He genuinely loved her. “This has been incredible. Part of me doesn’t want it to be a one-time thing. But the sensible part of me is scared that this might ruin our friendship.”

“It isn’t,” Raina confirmed to help put Chris at ease. She could tell his anxiety was trying to take control and make him feel guilty. “Nothing is going to come between us, Chris. Us having sex…well, I don’t know about you, but it felt natural. It felt right. There was no awkwardness. I felt safe and relaxed with you. I don’t want this to end either. However, I don’t think either of us is ready to be in a relationship. You just got out of your relationship with Minka. My breakup with Ben wasn’t that long ago either. We’re too fragile right now. Plus, after today, we both have to go back to work. We won’t have the proper foundation to really build a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship.”

“I know. You’re right. So, what do we do?”

At that moment, the two friends came up with a plan to forge ahead with a friend with benefits relationship. Both knew it was risky. However, Chris and Raina were willing to take on that risk.

“We will have to establish some guidelines to follow. I am not going into this without any security. For example, never being judgmental can one of the guidelines, along with being open with communication,” Raina suggested. “We don’t have to have everything sorted out now. I think it would best to take this slow and make sure we have everything needed in place before we officially go forward with this notion.”

“I concur,” Chris agreed.

“What time is it?”

Chris turned to check his phone. “A little after 3 a.m. Do you think everyone is still out partying?”

“Knowing this crew, probably,” said Raina as she got out of bed and put on a pair of boy shorts and a tank top. “I’m going to go check if Mercedes is in her room.”

When Raina left the room, Chris proceeded to look through his phone. A couple of new posts in the group text with his Avenger coworkers; all wished him a happy birthday. He replied with a quick thank you and told them he would see them all soon.

“Her room and Tara’s room are still empty,” Raina shared as she entered the room. Looking around, she saw Chris’s clothes scattered all over the floor. “I think you should head out before they see you. I don’t…I don’t want them to know that we…I want to keep this between us.”

Chris sat up to lean his back against the headboard. He understood where Raina was coming from. “I hear ya. Don’t worry; I won’t tell Scott about tonight. I can picture him freaking out and giving me a lecture,” said Chris getting out of bed to put on his clothes.

When he was dressed, he followed Raina out of the room and to the front door.

“What time do we need to meet up for Top Golf?” asked Chris as he leaned against the front door.

“Our reservation is at noon,” Raina reminded him. She pulled Chris in for one last hug and said, “Happy Birthday, Chris. I hope that tonight was special for you. And I mean the whole night, not just the part where we…you know.”

“Well, that part might be my favorite,” Chris declared with a cheeky grin and gave Raina a soft kiss on the lips.

“Sleep tight, Evans.”

“Nighty night, Raina.”

October 18, 2014

Four months had passed since Chris’s birthday party in Vegas. It was also the last time Chris and Raina were intimate with one another. Chris had finished filming the second Avengers movie back in August and took some time off to spend with his family. Raina was still touring around the world with her new album. After finishing up the European leg of the tour, she was in for a much-needed break.

Before Chris and Raina were to head to China for the Mission Hill Pro-Am Golf Tournament, the singer would spend some time in Boston with Chris and his family. He picked Raina up at the airport that Saturday and headed to his mom’s house for dinner.

“Is your mom making her spaghetti? I have been craven it so bad, you would not believe,” said Raina as Chris drove from the airport.

“Yeah, she’s got it all ready. How are you craving it? You were just in Italy?” Chris pointed out.

“Your mom’s spaghetti is just better,” declared Raina.

“That is true.”

The drive from the airport to Lisa’s house did not take too long due to the abundance of conversations between the two friends occupying their time. Chris shared his experience at the Toronto Film Festival, where he debuted his first directorial feature film, ‘Before We Go.’ “I know my movie isn’t perfect, but I am happy with the final product. The film is supposed to be simplistic and about these two characters forming a friendship throughout the film. I…I get scared that people are going to have these high expectations and get disappointed if it doesn’t live up to them,” Chris admitted to Raina.

Raina let out a quiet sigh. She knew Chris would display his anxiety about the film. He was a perfectionist and, like most people, cared about what people thought of him and his art.

“Chris… you’re going to have so many opportunities to show the world what you can do. You put yourself out there and stepped out of your comfort zone. Not a lot of people are willing to do that, but you did. So, stop worrying so much. Don’t read the reviews from critics. They don’t matter. All that matters is if you are happy with the end product.”

“I am! I worked fucking hard on that film. Everyone did. And I am proud of it,” said Chris as he pulled into the driveway of his mother’s house.

“Then that is all that matters,” Raina replied as she got out of the car with Chris following. “Like, seriously, if I stressed over every album review or placement on the charts, I’d never get anything accomplished.

When Raina stepped to the front door, it flew open with Lisa standing with her arms wide open ready to embrace the younger woman and her eldest son.

“My babies!” exclaimed Lisa. She wrapped her arms around Raina in a tight hug. “Come on inside. Everyone is in the kitchen. Kids! Chris and Raina are here!”

They could hear the sound of Miles and Ethan’s footsteps as the boys ran from the kitchen and tackled Chris to the ground. “Okay, okay. You gotta let me up, kiddos. Go tackle Raina,” Chris ordered.

Ethan ran towards Raina for a hug. “Oh, my goodness. What happened to my little Ethan? You’re so big now,” she acknowledged as she scooped Ethan up into her arms.

“Did you bring us presents, Auntie Rai?” Ethan boldly asked as she sat him down to then pick up Miles

“Presents? Is that all I’m good for you guys?” Raina teased. Of course, she brought presents for the kids. Raina had no siblings of her own, so she did not have any nieces or nephews spoiled. Chris was more than happy to share.

“Come on, kids. Let’s head to the kitchen and get some ready for dinner,” Lisa instructed.

“We’ll open presents after dinner,” said Raina as she put Miles down and walked into the kitchen. Both boys following close behind and never leaving Raina’s side.

After being engulfed in hugs from Carly, Scott, and Shanna, the family sat down to dinner. While the surname Evans was rooted in Irish, the family was 100-percent Italian in their mannerisms: always talking with their hands, very boisterous, loud but pleasant, and happy. Their energy was infectious and endearing.

“I can’t believe how big Stella has gotten. She was so tiny the last time I saw her,” Raina spoke to Carly while the little girl smiled and reached for food on people’s plates.

Conversations flowed, along with the wine for the adults. It was a nice setting for Chris to see. He loved his family and was grateful to have this moment with his best friend.

When Chris and Raina left Lisa’s house, the two continued to work together to develop proper guidelines both would adhere to protect their friendship from any fallout.

Raina opted to include that both would need to be transparent with one another.

“Overall, we have to be honest with one another. If you or I feel like there is an issue that needs to be brought up, we have to say it. We can’t keep it inside and let it fester,” suggested Raina as she lounged on Chris’s bed in his home.

“Agree. I think we also need to include a guideline about not being judgmental. Like, if I am dating someone or if you are dating someone, neither of us can act like an asshole towards one another or the other’s partner at the time,” Chris replied with his suggestion. He had just taken a shower, so he was only wearing sweats, no shirt.

“I 100% agree,” Raina nodded. “I would like to include that we are open about what is considered off-limits and what is acceptable when it comes to our preferences and likes during sex. I don’t mind being adventurous,” she added suggestively.

Chris let out a boisterous laugh. “I always knew you were a big slut,” he teased.

“Well, you are a slut too, sweetie. But that is okay. I’m not judging you,” joked Raina. She always loved riling Chris up a bit.

“What have you done that is out of the box, sexually?” Chris asked. He desperately wanted to know. It was not like he and Raina had never talked about sex. In fact, he tended to be incredibly open with Raina when it came to talking about sex. She was willing to share her sexual history with him.

“I really don’t mind giving up control to my partner. But I can be dominant if need be. I’ve told you all this before,” Raina admitted honestly. She knew she could trust Chris to keep her secrets. She had no shame in telling him her sexual fantasies. “What do you provide especially for your…concubines?”

“Concubines? Throwing out the big words, are we.”

“You’re one to talk, Mr. I-Incorporate-SAT-Words-In-Every-One-Of-My-Sentences. Tell me, do you have a world of the day calendar posted next to your bed? You make sure to check every day, Mr. Thesaurus?” kidded Raina. “No, but seriously, what are holding back from me, Mr. Evans?” she asked while climbing on top of Chris’s lap. It did not take long for Raina to begin grinding against him while trailing kisses up his neck to ear.

“You really do love taking control, don’t you, little girl,” Chris pointed out as he rubbed his hands over Raina’s ass. “But here is something you don’t quite get…” he said and immediately flipped Raina onto her back.

With Chris hovering over Raina, he took her hands and put them above her head. “I like to be in control,” he declared and captured her lips with his. “Let me show what I can provide you. Don’t move those hands, now,” Chris instructed and began taking off Raina’s leggings and underwear.

Chris was not going to rush this, but instead, was willing to be patient and prolong providing Raina pleasure for as long as possible. When it came to giving a woman head, Chris was a pro. However, with Raina, this was more intimate and would take their friend with benefits agreement to a whole other level. He teased her clit, then would trail kisses up and down her inner thighs.

When he finally began using his tongue, Raina jerked and gasped. “Oh my God! That feels so good.” Chris had to hold Raina down by putting one of his large hands on her stomach. It took all of Raina’s self-control to keep her hands put and not grab Chris’s hair.

“I need to come!” Raina shouted after Chris inserted a finger and began pumping in and out of her.

“So soon,” he teased and continued pumping, this time adding another finger. “Nah, not yet, sweetheart. I’m not quite done tasting you.”

October 21, 2014

It was sad saying goodbye to the Evans clan, especially when they began crying. He was worried that Chris and Raina would not be around to trick or treat with him.

“Hey buddy, I will be back before then to celebrate Halloween together. I promise we will go trick or treating,” Chris consoled his youngest nephew.

“Can Raina come with us?” the little boy asked.

“Heck yeah, I’m coming tricking or treating with you guys,” confirmed Raina, to which Miles replied happily by jumping for joy and hugging her tightly.

The flight from Boston to Dongguan, China, for the Mission Hills Golf Club Tournament was thirty-five hours, including two layovers, one at JFK Airport and another at Heathrow. Raina was happy not to have to take the trip alone. She and Chris were accommodated with first-class tickets, so traveling the long distance came with perks.

“Hey, thanks for agreeing to stay a little longer in Boston for Halloween. The kids really adore you. I know you must have planned on seeing your dad while you got some time off,” Chris uttered as he got comfortable in his plane seat. They finally boarded the plane on their second layover.

“It’s no problem. I talk to my dad all of the time, so he’s doing alright,” said Raina and added, “He has actually…began dating again.”

Chris already knew this as George had asked him for dating advice. George had asked Chris not to mentioned it to Raina as he worried it would upset his daughter. Chris understood and kept his mouth shut.

“I mean…that is a good thing…right? He’s getting back out there…moving on…healing… that’s good. You’re good with it, right?” Chris rambled on nervously. The last thing he wanted for Raina to be upset or in a bad mood for the duration of their trip.

“It’s weird. The whole thing is weird. I don’t really want to talk about it. I shouldn’t have brought it up. I gotta use the bathroom,” mumbled Raina and got up from her seat.

“Raina, don’t be upset,” Chris interjected.

“I’m not upset. I really do have to use the bathroom because I drank all that water during the last layover,” she said, making her way to the bathroom.

As Chris waited for Raina to return, he asked one of the flight attendants for a Dirty Shirley, his travel companion’s favorite drink, and Stella Artois for himself, along with some snacks. He also pulled out his laptop and looked through his movie library to see what would be good to watch. Chris ended up choosing one of his favorite Disney movies, Robin Hood, which was also one of Raina’s favorites.

When Raina returned to her seat, she saw the set-up Chris and was given her Dirty Shirley. The deliciously sweet drink definitely helped lift her spirits.

“We have about eighteen hours until we land in China, let’s just get drunk and watch Disney movies for the time being,” Chris suggested, and he raised his beer to toast with Raina.

“You’re such a sweetheart, Evans. I can’t deal with you sometimes.”

The two friends drank and ate some snacks while making it through three movies before eventually falling asleep. When the plane finally landed in Dongguan, China, both were ready to put on their “game face” for the week. It was business as usual with PR events and gatherings.

Chris and Raina were not worried about rumors spreading within their respective fandoms about the two being at the same event; they were used to it by now. During the actual Mission Hills golf tournament, Raina and Chris would purposely stand close to one another or walk side-by-side with their arms around each other at parties. Both knew they were playing with fire, but in the end, Chris and Raina were having fun and enjoying being with one another.

They were two touchy-feely friends on the surface, but behind closed doors, they were so much more.

#chris evans #chris evans x ofc #chris evans x original female character

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whatnotmemes · 5 years ago

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-------------------------BEETLEJUICE THE MUSICAL SENTENCE STARTERS PT. 1 change as needed. mentions of death and suicide.

Prologue: Invisible “We have only each other.” “Scripture tells us, ‘Sorrow not, for we do not walk alone.’“ “You're invisible when you’re sad.” “Nobody understands and everyone goes away.” “Grownups wanna fix things, when they can’t it only fills them with shame.” “Is it being greedy to need somebody to see me and say my name?” “Such a bold departure from the original source material.”

The Whole “Being Dead” Thing “‘Scuse me! Sorry to barge in.” “You're doomed! Enjoy the singing.” “If I hear your cell phone ringing, I'll kill you myself.” “We should have carpe'd way more diems. Now we're never gonna see ‘em.” “Welcome to a show about death!” “You're gonna be fine on the other side.” “The women's bathroom has no line here.” “I know you're woke, but you can take a joke.” “We're all on a hit list. Might not live ‘till Christmas.” “Death is taboo, but it's hardly something new.” “If you die while listening to this album, it's still gonna keep playing.” “That's the thing with life: no one makes it out alive.” “Death just needs a little conversation.” “I have mastered the art of tearing convention apart.”

Ready, Set, Not Yet “I know to the untrained eye it's boring.” “Apart from frustration, pain, and financial drain, it's fun!” “Why do you polish a crib when you don't have a kid?” “Your sense of perfection is just a reflection that you are not mentally prepared to make room for a kid.” “Are you willing to take the next step?” “Look at these jugs!” “The world will never wreck you.” “Here we stand at the end of a 10-year plan.” “A baby should be next.” “Together let's leap off the cliff.” “Soon enough, our hopes and our dreams will be crushed.” “Do we want a bilingual household or not?.” “What's the point of having children if we're drowning in debt?”

The Whole “Being Dead” Thing Pt. 2 “I’ll be your guide to the other side.” “Don’t go to the Netherworld.” “I’m the B-to-the-double-E-J-F-Q and Jesus, I can’t spell.” “Let’s all get naked!” “Hey, worth a try.” “I understand that it's a lot to process.” “That means the two of you should stick around.” “Lucky for you I dropped by.” “I’ve been scaring for millennia.” “Flush out all the breathers, you can breathe easier.” “I’m like a ghost-zombie Jesus.” “I do it for the love of it.” “Money? Ah, who gives a shit?” “Come on, let’s make out a bit.” “It’s the perfect day to die.”

Dead Mom “I need a little help here.” “Are you really in the ground? ‘Cause I feel you all around me.” “I'm a bunch of broken pieces. It was you who made me whole.” “_____’s in denial. _____ doesn't wanna feel.” “He wants me to smile and clap like a performing seal.” “You won't believe the mess that we've become.” “You're my home, my destination.” “You held my hand and life came easy.” “I want something to believe in or I’m done.” “Take me where my soul can run.” “I'm running out of hope and time.” “No more playing _____'s game.” “I'll go insane if things don't change.”

Fright of Their Lives “Right now, you couldn't frighten a fly.” “You ever stop to ask yourselves ‘why?’“ “You are super polite, middle class, suburban, and white. Well, all of that is finished tonight. Except for the white part, obviously.” “Look at me, I'm so scary.” “Don't be so vanilla.” “Would a little anger kill ya?” “C'mon, drop your panties. I'm trying to fill ya with wisdom and skill.” “We do not want to kill anyone!” “Now that is cool! I wanna do that!” “Give those guys the fright of their lives.” “Take a deep breath and give me your best primal scream.” “Try it again. Maybe this time pretend like you mean it.” “I find that so rude!” “Both of them are deathly dull and lame.” “Why God-slash-Satan, did you send these bed wetters?” “Well that was a soliloquy so you're the one who's being rude.” “Ugh, these dopes are both hopeless.”

Ready Set (Reprise) "That needy pervert was right." "If we want our house back, we have to fight for it!" "We're ghosts, damn it! Let's haunt this bitch!" "We might as well walk through some walls." "We're ready as we'll ever get." "I gotta get right outside my comfort zone."

No Reason “Just think of the universe as a female best friend.” “You're on the right track, girl. I got your back, girl.” “Think positive. Act positive.” “You are a child of the Earth.” “Life-coaching! Nailing it!” “You dictate the hand the universe deals.” “Who needs evidence? Go with your feels.” “Buy more crystals!” “Everything happens for a reason.” “Be a beacon of light in the world.” “Perception is reality.” “The universe is just the contents of time, matter and space.” “You think life is all unicorns and rainbows.” “Positivity is a luxury that few can afford.” “So you cry yourself to sleep in deep despair- talkin' to the walls 'cause there's no one there.” “Be prepared to take your eggs and freeze 'em.” “Terrible things can happen because the universe is random.”

Invisible (Reprise)/On the Roof “You're invisible when you're me.” “There's no one to see my truth.” “Hey, somebody's on the roof!” “God, it's mortifying. What's the point of even trying?” “Nobody said life's fair.” “By the time you read this I, _______, will be gone.” “There's nothing for me here. I'm alone, forsaken, invisible.” “That makes two of us.” “Can you... see me?!” “I'm gonna have a new best friend!”

Say My Name “You could use a buddy. Don't you want a pal?” “Don't end yourself. Defend yourself.” “The finer points can wait.” “Go ahead and jump but that won't stop him.” “Here you got a solid plan B option.” “You won't believe how far I'll go.” “I'm on the bench, but coach, just put me in the game.” “All you gotta do is say my name.” “How 'bout a game of charades?” “I'll think about your offer, let you know.” “I prefer my chances down below.” “Being young and female doesn't mean that I'm an easy mark.” “Yes, life sucks but not that much.” “Be a doll and spare the lecture.” “I may be suicidal but _____, it's not as if I've lost my mind” “Playing hardball, huh? You are tougher than you look.” “This is a dangerously unstable individual.” “He can help. We found him on Yelp.” “Our troubles all ended on the day that we befriended him.” “There you go, kid. Couple of five-star reviews.” “That was possession. Any ghost can do that in less than one lesson.” “They're sweet, but I'm a demon straight from Hell.” “I know, I went a little hard on the sell.” “But we're BFF-F-F's forever!” “What? He was already dead.” “Together we can make a grown man weep.” “I'll lead that lamb to slaughter.” “I'm gonna make him say my name.”

Day-O (The Banana Boat Song)/Act I Finale “I have only known this amazing, amazing man and his unique daughter for a few months.” “What's goin' on, _____? Are you all right?” “What is happening to me?” “Wait, why aren't you dancing?” “This house is haunted and the ghosts who live here want you out!” “No! I'm a vegan!” “A genuine haunted house? It's a gold mine!” “No, you're supposed to be scared!” “There's one thing that can still stop him.” “I can't keep living like this!” “I'm so glad you changed your mind. You are never gonna regret this.” “We are gonna make such a great team” “It's showtime!” “It's our house now, kid.” “Looks like we're not invisible anymore.”

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popatochisssp · 6 years ago

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I just want to ask something cute because my last two questions were angst as hell. S/O wants to learn a new skill for their skeleton's benefit (wants to learn how to do something that'll make their vertebae happy. Like... I dunno, candy making for Rus, since he loves sweets?). What would be The Skill(TM) that would make each skeleton melt? (Bonus points if we get their reactions once they know it's for THEM that their s/o learned that). You don't have to do the whole thing if it's too long ♡♡

One of ‘em was too angsty for me, it bummed me out so I deleted it, sorryyyyyy

Interesting proposal, though, so as usual, under the cut for more! ;3

Sans (Undertale): If you learn any kind of yarn or fabric crafting for him– knitting, crochet, felting, etc– he’d love it. Being showered in warm, fuzzy hats, scarves, blankets, and whatever else you can think of, whenever the urge to make it strikes you sounds like a great time to him.

Papyrus (Undertale): Cooking, or if you already know how to cook, trying to learn a difficult dish that might be outside your culinary comfort zone. He definitely believes that cooking a meal is a passionate, affectionate act and coming from you, it’s utterly touching– peak romance!

Sky (Underswap Sans): Taking up gardening or some sort of flower arrangement would really tug at his heartstrings. He thinks flowers are really pretty and incredibly neat but has no green thumb of his own, so you taking it upon yourself to bring a little more fragrant greenery into his life is unspeakably sweet.

Paps (Underswap Papyrus): Calligraphy! It’s a hobby/art-form that he’s always admired distantly but never gotten around to trying himself and you experimenting with it would give him the chance to see it up close. Plus, hey, maybe if he ever publishes anything he writes, you could do a real fancy title for the cover art? Or at least write a cuss word really, really elegantly, that’s so his sense of humor.

Jasper (Underfell Sans): He would probably get a little secretly emotional if you tried to learn any kind of massage for him. He’s tense and on edge a lot and he may not have physical muscles, but on his rougher days, his bones ache anyway and a rubdown from you always seems to help, at least a little. This one might be a little difficult to apply in practice because any classes you could take to learn how to massage are based on human anatomy and uh…no muscles, still? But you being willing to try really gets to him.

Pyre (Underfell Papyrus): Take an acting class or two! It’s a somewhat badly kept secret of his that he’s passionate about theater and finding out that you were willing to hone some of those skills in your own time so you could indulge him in his least ‘badass’ hobby, maybe… run lines or something with him, just for fun, is…well, it’s… You’re…very appreciated……

Mal (Swapfell Sans): Any kind of household management skills– sorting bills, mending clothes, tidying the house, any and all of those are fantastic. He’s…pretty much responsible for everything as it is, partly because he set things up that way, but it’s insanely stressful to have everything in and out of the house squarely on his shoulders to remember and take care of. If you’re becoming a part of his life and are willing to take a little bit of that weight off him, you are incredibly sweet and also a godsend. …It may take a bit of convincing to actually, fully hand a task over to you without him checking in on it because that’s just what he’s used to, but you gotta start somewhere! Baby steps!

Rus (Swapfell Papyrus): Definitely baking or candy-making! Anything that caters to that sweet-tooth of his– that you wanted to learn how to do this because you love him and want to make him happy– is gonna get you cuddled. You’re just as sweet as the sweet treats you’re making for him and even if you’re not very good, he’ll eat anything you give him and appreciate it in the intent it was meant.

Slate (Horrortale Sans): Learning about rocks and crystals is a big plus with him! He collects ‘em and if you get him going, he could probably talk about nerdy geology stuff for literal hours. If you pick up some terminology so you can follow along and contribute, or even just start a little rock collection of your own, he thinks that’s so amazingly endearing of you to want to share in one of his interests.

Papy (Horrortale Papyrus): Cooking, but unlike his canon counterpart, what’s really going to touch his nonexistent heart is if you take the time to learn how to make meatless recipes. He’s not vegan or even vegetarian, per se, but uh…raw meat can be one of his triggers so he doesn’t really like having it in the house. You studying and perfecting something you can make for him with what’s available, avoiding things that might cause an unpleasant experience for him, it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside– you’re adorable and thoughtful, he loves you so much!

#student-on-the-run #headcanons #undertale #sans #papyrus #sans/reader #papyrus/reader #underswap #us!sans #us!papyrus #underfell #uf!sans #uf!papyrus #swapfell/fellswap #sf!sans #sf!papyrus #horrortale #ht!sans #ht!papyrus

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themalicealyce · 6 years ago

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Sarcasm and Puns: Chapter Twelve

Summary: You're an introverted person, have been all of your life but it wasn't as if you were shy, you were just content to have your only friends be your brother and your roommate. Though when your brother's young daughter makes friends with the human ambassador of monsters you open up to the idea of having a larger group of friends.

Rating: M

From the mall to the elementary school was a bit out of your comfort zone in terms of walking distance, so you opted to take the bus. You were a little put off with the idea of taking another cab and used to taking public transportation to cover large stretches of land. Not having a car and living in the city, it was inevitable. You really didn’t enjoy being crowded into a metal tube with a large mishmash of people that all came with their own smells and noises. It was a functional experience at best. Though, it allowed you to get lost in your thoughts and stare out of the window.

When you got to your stop you almost didn’t even notice. You were lost deep in thought. The kind that you could not remember the second you snapped out of them. When you noticed where you were, you hurried off the bus, eager to be back on the sidewalk breathing fresh air. You stretched for a moment, but otherwise wasted no time in continuing back on your path, finding yourself approaching the school soon enough.

The school was a quaint little building, a pristine white stone structure with light blue accents. It’s surrounding grounds were kept tidy and green with life. It looked almost out of place, as if it was shoved into a stretch of concrete jungle. There was a decent amount of grassy space with room enough for a small sports field and a playground nestled around the back. You could vaguely see some kids playing back there, kicking a ball around.

The parking lot was mostly empty, but even as you crossed it, it began to fill with cars of parents. You instinctively pulled up the hood of your jacket as if willing yourself invisible. You kept your eyes locked on the double doors, crossing your arms, bringing them closer to your body. You never felt comfortable in a sea of overbearing PTA moms and little league dads.

Pushing past the doors you entered a long open corridor. The white exterior walls gave way to color. The inside had been painted with colorful murals and covered in a layer of children’s art and projects. There was not a blank white wall in sight. You were only vaguely familiar with the area, just the entrance and the office, from trips you made to pick up Morrigan before. This felt different though. The corridor wasn’t filled with a swarm of kids ready to leave, nor was she waiting just inside the office. The bright cheery atmosphere did little to settle the unease you felt. Standing inside the building now and looking around, you couldn’t help but feel lost.

Gabriel had only told you that Morrigan was staying after school, and the vagueness of that now infuriated you. You hadn’t pressed him at the time, he still seemed fragile in a way that only he could. It would sound like laughter and playful barbs, but his tone would be off. That did however leave you with no clue how to proceed. You felt like retreating further into your jacket, a thought that conjured images of Vincent bundled up in moments of social anxiety.

You stood there for a long moment dwelling in indecisiveness before taking a long inhale. You held your breath for a moment before letting out an equally long exhale.

You considered finding a faculty member to ask. Though you didn’t really know what you would say. You couldn’t really go up to the front desk and say, ‘Where do you keep your children at this hour?’. Instead you decided you could figure this out on your own. A good first step was to check the large bulletin board, so you could at least narrow down the clubs or events she might be at.

You didn’t get halfway across the hallway before the almost creepy quiet of the school was interrupted by a thunderous slam. A door flung open and bounced back against the wall, and just like that the floodgates were opened. At least you were no longer in liminal space hell. Kids poured out of a room near the end of the corridor in a sea of loud chatter coming towards you like a wave to the shore.

You somehow managed to pick Morrigan out of the mass. She walked with the usual bounce in her step, causing her blue dress and hair to swing with her movement. She didn’t notice you at first. She was too busy talking to a cute little bunny monster with thick, fluffy white fur who looked as though she might be a bit older than her.

You smiled at that. You were glad that once she had settled into the new home and school she had started to make friends. It amazed you that she was so young when the barrier broke, she never really lived in a world without monsters. It all came so easily to her. The sheer amount of monster students talking happily with the human students gave you hope. You were pretty sure there were a couple of monster teachers who taught at this school too, and in that moment, you remembered that Toriel taught here. It brought a smile to your face.

Pulling yourself out of your mushy thoughts you were just in time to see that Morrigan had apparently noticed you in the hallway. To be fair, you towered over the students and stuck out like a sore thumb in your hoodie and work clothes.

She called out to you and raced over, launching herself into a hug. You laughed as you caught her with some effort. She really was getting heavier.

“Hey Morri.” You smiled warmly as you released her. “What are you doing at school this late?”

“Didn’t Daddy tell you? We’re playing Wizard of Oz on the big stage!” Morrigan said with all of her normal enthusiasm.

“You mean you’re going to do a play?” you gently corrected.

She just nodded in a grandiose manner before eagerly continuing. “Yeah! We’re going to do a play. Today we gotta go on stage and pretend to be characters from Wizard of Oz! Miss Green is gonna pick who gets gets to be who, but Imma be in the play!” She finished with a flourish looking up at you with wide eyes, waiting for your response.

Morrigan had always shared you and Gabriel’s dramatic flair, and she loved to tell stories. You knew this had a real chance of being something she loved. You knew named parts would go to older kids, and you knew she would happily be a background character. You knew all of these things, and you knew that they should make you happy. You weren’t though. You were not as happy as you should have been.

You couldn’t help how uncomfortable it made you feel, or the lump that formed in your throat. Torn between the sickening deja vu of the moment and how over the moon your niece looked, you shut down for a brief moment, unable to reconcile both feelings at once. Though you were able to quell your own fears, pushing them down for Morrigan’s sake. You were happy for her after all, and there was no need to upset her over something that happened before she was ever born.

“That’s amazing sweetie.” You said, pinching her cheeks.

She rebuffed your affection with a giggle, “Stop it.” She whined through a laugh, wiggling out of your grasp.

“Yeah, yeah.” You relented your attack, instead taking her much smaller hand in your own to guide her out of the building with you.

As you walked out of the school and down the sidewalk, Morrigan began to tell you about her day. You happily nodded along as she went, only pausing for short responses from you.

She suddenly cut herself off mid-sentence, tugging on your hand as if to pull you toward the field as she yelled out, “Frisk!”

Caught off guard you instinctively held tight, pulling her back to your side as you looked up. You were somehow surprised to see Frisk bounding up to the two of you with a wide smile on her face and an exuberant wave, even though Morrigan clearly announced her presence. Frisk was wearing some kind of school sports uniform covered in grass stains and followed by an amused looking Toriel. The thought finally processing in you brain, you released Morrigan’s hand to allow her to meet Frisk half way.

She was gone the second you let go, and in no time she was hugging her friend. Though it didn’t take long for her to pull away and excitedly launch into showing Frisk the limited signs she managed to learn from Gabriel since the last time they were together. They were basic and clumsy but her mute friend nodded with excitement twinkling in her eyes.

“Good morning, and of course to your aunt as well.” Toriel smiled as she reached you and without thought you returned her greeting with a nod. “We were just leaving soccer practice, what kept you so late at school, little one?”

“Play auditions!” Morrigan answered cheerily.

“My, well isn’t that fun.” Toriel smiled, clasping her hands together.

Frisk nodded in agreement, giving your niece a thumbs up with both hands, which of course had Morrigan giggling and beaming.

“Well if you two don’t need to hurry off, there is this little pizza place Frisk and I always go to after soccer practice, if you would like to join us. It’s not too far, within walking distance.” Toriel offered.

Morrigan’s stomach rumbled in response and both kids looked at eachother excitedly. You shrugged. You had Morrigan for a while and if this meant you didn’t have to cook and it made her happy then you were more than willing to go along with it.

“I mean, as long as we aren’t intruding or anything.”

“Oh no, not at all! It will be fun.” Toriel insisted, so you agreed, delighting both children.

#undertale #undertale fanfiction #sans #sans/reader #sansxreader #sans x reader #slow burn #fluff and angst #chapter twelve

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ruginite · 8 years ago

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100 + Follower Appreciation & Giveaway

HOLY ODIN’S CROWS....where the fuckity fuck did all of you fucking come from?! This blog’s not even a year old and not canon and what. Feeling all kinds of loved right now. Like holyshitballs.-cough- sorry uh....let me just.....

To ALL my followers: Thank you so much! Like I feel like that’s not really an adequate statement but words can’t possibly capture how much I appriciate each and every damn one of you. You are all beautiful and I can not stress enough how much it means to me that you followed this blog. And the fact you stayed after you clearly realized how trash the mun is lol. -HUGS TOO ALL OF YOU-

GIVEAWAY:

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1. One like/re-blog per blog.

I get really turned around and easily confused so please make this easier on me and only either re-blog the post or like the post.But only do either one once.

2. Must be following Baz and be an RP blog in order to participate.

Please don’t just follow to participate in the giveaway. I mean I can’t control you following and then un-following but its super rude and just karma’s a bitch.

3. I need a week or so to get the prizes out after the giveaway ends.

Bare with me. I keep my promises it just takes me time.

4. Winners will be chosen using the random number generator. Keeps everything nice and fair :)

PRIZES:

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PERSONAL MESSAGES AND MY FOLLOW FOREVER LIST UNDER THE CUT

People I’ve Licked And Therefore Are Mine:

@hitslikeatruck aka @vesallkyn aka @tasedagod aka @doctahquinn aka @thebloodisthicker aka @macians aka the reason this blog even fucking exists to be fucking honest.

Did i miss one? I don’t think i did... You are literally one of my best friends. We talk almost every day and when we don’t there’s a severe lack of THINGS, a hole in my life. Shut up it makes sense to me, don’t judge. You are the whole reason this blog even like became a thing. You push me to step outside my comfort zone and encourage me when I wanna run and hide because I don’t think I’m good enough. You also talk me down from doing really bad things like going off on people I shouldn’t. So yea thanks for that. I love all your muses and just never go away ever period. I will die. Also rat bbys and i want them all. I wish we didn’t live so far apart. Because I dont really hang out physically with people but i would totally hang out with you.

@the-blackest-spider

Man like how long have we been friends? Gotta be well over a year now. Anyway. You are mine. I licked you. I know we dont RP as much here anymore as we used too. But we still talk often and you defs a friend I wanna keep 10ever. I love your humor. I love your hair :D You’ve got such a comprehensive understanding of your muse it’s fucking mind blowing and you are always one of the first blogs i recommend to people when they ask for marvel canons to follow. And by one of the first i mean that like you and hits are battling for first mention there. Like maybe battling isn’t the right word just if i could say both urls at the same time i totally would but I am not that talented lol.

@brooklynislandgirl aka @tarnishedhalo

hahhaahahahahahaha i could write a fucking novel. But I’ll do my best to keep it short. Another beautiful person i talk to every day, even if it’s just a couple sentence checking in with each other. And then other days it’s walls and walls and WALLS of skype texts and pictures and plot bunnies and OKAY BUT LISTENS. You put up with so much jumping around on my part and I can’t thank you enough for it. You are an amazing writer, and a fantastic person. Your muses speak for themselves and that speaks volumes. Our RP’s always challenge me to advance my writing and try new things. Beyond the fact I’m constantly learning from you, and that’s just the coolest thing okay? I love to learn.

@morgansmornings

The mun with the muse that just seems to almost be Baz’s female counterpart. In just the right amount of ways to irk him to know in, and him her. LOL. I love their banter and I love how they both give a shit about the other one but like they’re both to cool to say it. To each other’s faces anyway. You are a gem of a human I want you to know that. We don’t talk as much as I wish we did, but i think that’s kinda cool too. Because we seem to be on the same page even when we don’t constantly speak. And to me that’s a rare of fucking thing, and personally I cherish it and you.

@hittcr

Oh boy where to start here. Ok I found your blog by like accident?! And for the longest time it sat on my bookmark bar because i didn’t wanna be THAT PERSON by following. Read through your blog, read your threads and your hc’s and drabbles and just thought man this person really fucking understands Eliot. They’re fantastic. But being the chicken turtle that i am that was as far as it went. Then one day I get an ask from an anon making the assumption my blog was an Eliot Spencer RP and I just couldn’t not recommend you to them. Granted it was only later that it dawned on me I’d @’d you which means it showed up in your activity and then proceeded to panic for two days because ohgodwhatdididothatforthey’regonnathinkimacreepstalker. But then you followed me and I followed you back and then spent a week spazzing about ‘do i ask to plot for a twin thing because funny? or do i just sit here??’ and oddly enough that ask I sent? yea i didn’t actually mean to send it. I’d spent three hours with your ask box open with that typed up and went to close it because again chicken turtle and inadvertently hit the hot key to send not close. And the rest is history lol. So basically ALL OF THAT RAMBLING TO SAY : You’re gold sweets. You’re talented. You’ve got your muse down to an art. And I feel so blessed to be apart of your rp life here on tumblr, as well as getting to be a sounding board about some of your thoughts regarding hc’s and what not for your muse.

@canadianclaws

okay by listen like there are people you hit it off with instantly in life and you are definitely one of them. I love watching you art. I love listening to you talk while you art. I love talking to you period. I love your muse. I love you too tbh. Your puppies are adorable. And I love that we have our own little club of never leave the house. And if you dont think im gonna find a way to make us tshirts you got another thing coming :P lol. Never go away please. I’ll die.

@offorgottenbooks aka @travelerlainewalker

Holy crap HOW many blogs have you followed me across at this point? It’s probably a rediculously high number and I love you for it. lol. You’re always so happy and willing to RP with the next muse that hits me and I just can not say enough how much that means to me. I love you. I’m keeping you. If that wasn’t clear by now...like what....2...3 years later??? LOL

@thor-theavengergod

I was so nervous to RP with you I can’t lie. But I’m glad @offorgottenbooks recommended you too me because that helped me come out of my shell a little faster. And I’m really glad I did. We talk every day and like that’s something a homebody like me really REALLY treasures okay? Like the fact you care enough to check in with me and then not get mad when i dont respond until hours later because Im either asleep or tumblr’s a bitch and doesn’t tell me you spoke or I just get hella distracted. Your muse is fabs and so are you. And im keeping you. yes good.

People I Would Lick But It Might Be Awkward aka People I Admire (some of who, I even get to RP with, others I just stalk 10 ever):

@prettygenius / @noteliot / @cochetsharpshooter / @exubiytsa / @multi-mused / @amazingspiderling / @xyourxgodx / @aclevelblue / @bxldmountain / @fashicniista / @bcnquet / @skyrat / @motherofasgard / @mckaytriarchy / @mutantmasterofmagnetism / @teethxbared / @agentharrisonofshield / @thexanderzone / @mayiisms / @agcntwells / @pyromaniism / @gangsterconsultant / @asgardianhammer / @melinda-q-may / @xcuratiox / @erroretscientia / @kingxfmischief

#Mind Out of Matter || OOC #[ give away ]#[ follow forever ]#[ holy shit balls people what ]

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doodledrawsthings · 4 years ago

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Just wanna say that your art has been a HUGE inspiration for me, and especially with knowing that even if I'm not taking a college path for it, that it doesn't mean my art won't be "good" as a result. I'm sorry if this is kinda rambly, but I just wanted to say a huge thanks! (Also all the ace positivity makes my little greyro heart very warm)

Thank you very much ❤️

And absolutely! You don’t NEED to go to art school to be good at art. That alone isn’t gonna make you an amazing artist. You still need the mindset to know there’s always room for improvement and the drive and effort to step out of your comfort zone and experiment with new things. I think THAT will ultimately help improve art skill. Especially with all the resources we have online, now. I learned how to draw the way I do through studying the way people I admired drew and trying out different styles and methods. Just because you aren’t going the Art School Route, doesn’t mean you can’t be good. There’s TONS of people in industry (and even people who only do it as a hobby!) who never finished or went to art school but are great at what they do. There’s never any fast solution that just makes you automatically good at something. You gotta work for it and you have to be willing to try something new if you feel like you’ve stagnated. (Also!! No problem X3!! I’m on the aroace spectrum too. All you fellow aroaces are valid 💜)

#being able to listen to and apply critique is also incredibly helpful #and i mean REAL critique #not some angry stranger calling your work cringy on the internet

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smashdraws · 8 years ago

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The things I’ve learned from art school: part 1/?

I’m a second year illustration student, and I’m here to share with you pearls of wisdom from what I’ve experienced and learned in college (so far), from the actual drawing process to attitudes about art/drawing. Most of these things I’ve learned the hard way, and some are from things I’ve seen others struggle with.

The most work you should be doing in your drawing process is thumbnails/sketching stage.

“There’s no point in finishing a drawing if it’s flawed from the beginning”. That’s what my Composition & Transparent Media professor constantly told us. During our first piece of the semester, he had us stay on the sketching and redrawing stage for a little over a month in order to perfect them. He wanted to make sure the perspective was right, composition was pushed to its fullest, details were added to make every space interesting, the whole shebang. Obviously you’re probably not going to spend a whole month redrawing a piece over and over every time you draw, especially if it’s a time-sensitive project or just a personal piece you’re doing for funsies. However, the sketching stage is where most of the creativity happens. You have to decide on composition, scale, design elements, characters and how they’re positioned in the space, environment, and so much more. And I’d be willing to bet that you won’t get it right the first time.

Give yourself projects when you aren’t in school.

It helps with artist block. The summer between freshman and sophomore year of school I could probably count the number of drawings I did on one hand. To be fair, I was working two jobs 6 days a week so i didn’t exactly have a lot of time, but I found that once I got out of school I had zero drive or ideas. Without assignments from class to draw for, I had nothing to draw, and when I got back to school for sophomore year I had a lot of trouble getting inspired again. It made the beginning of the year really hard for me. Find something, ANYTHING, to draw while you’re out of school, even if you draw fanart for one thing all summer, at least you’re still drawing.

If a character in your drawing is reminiscent of another character/too generic, think about altering it- especially if it’s a work that focuses on said character.

This really only applies for artists who’s focus/career is character design, but it’s still relevant to others. As painful as it is to hear, it means you might not be pushing your concepts enough. I took a class on Concept Art, and the first assignment was character design. A few of mine were deemed too generic looking, and one was too reminiscent of an existing character. It really hurt to hear, especially since I pride myself on character design and they were for a story I’ve had in development for over 6 years. It really made me feel like shit and made me not want to develop the characters further. But I needed to hear it, and I had to continue developing them for the class, so I ended up overhauling and redesigning the characters until they didn’t seem like the same ones anymore in order to make them more interesting. I hated it, but it’s what I had to do.

That being said, things like this really make you think about distinguishing your characters and art from others out there. It’s essentially impossible to be 100% original, but that doesn’t mean you cant try your damnedest to make your ideas as close to original as they can get without getting overcomplicated.

When designing characters, mix up the body shape and facial features.

This one is kind of specific, but still important since character design is an important element of illustration. If you don’t vary things up you’re cruisin’ for a bruisin’ from your professors and peers. And frankly, its boring as hell when someone’s characters all look the same. This is something I see a lot, and I can never get attached to an individual character cause they all looked the same! I found that it happens a lot with male characters, they all have defined abs to some degree and perfectly toned arms and honestly, it gets boring when all of someone’s male characters have the same body type. As for face, there is literally no excuse. There are SO MANY KINDS OF FACES MAN. Round, rectangular, circular, heart-shaped, squared. People can have hooked noses, upturned noses, tiny cute noses. Even eyebrows- arched, flat, thick, waxed, faint, or bold. You’re allowed to have preferences for what kind of bodies you like to draw, but don’t be afraid to branch out!

Develop your own style.

As an artist, you need your own style. Imitating other artist’s styles isn’t going to get you far in school or the real world, and chances are, your peers will call you out if your style looks too much like another established artist’s. In order to make a living and gain clients you need a style that you make unique, taking inspirations and aspects from other styles and squishing them together to make one amazing art style baby. Your art style will probably be the deciding factor in whether or not your client hires you!

Tracing references is OK when appropriate.

As long as it isn’t for a published or commissioned piece, there is absolutely no harm in tracing references. In your down time take some pictures of yourself or find some online and go ahead and trace ‘em. Really pay attention to how the body actually is, how the perspective on legs work, how that hand is foreshortened. Do this enough and you’ll find yourself thinking about all that when you’re drawing normally!

There will always be students better than you, you just gotta accept it.

It’s just a fact of life, unfortunately. When you’re a freshman, you’re in classes with only freshman for your foundation year. You and your peers are all on the relatively same level. What had affected me starting my second year (and I didn’t realize it until much later) was that now that I was in classes with upperclassmen, who had a year or two’s worth of experience on me, I felt as id my art was not up to par. It’s easy to forget your classmates are not just from your grade anymore, especially in electives. All of the electives I took had mostly Juniors and a few Sophomores, and my work always didn’t quite have that polish and finesse to it yet that the upperclassmen’s did have. It’s just a fact of life that you’ll always be up against artists who are more skilled than you , but thats because they have more or different experiences. You have to keep in mind that you can’t compare yourself to them, since it isn’t fair to you that you’re comparing yourself to someone who may have 3+ years on you.

Learn realism to some extent- figures, animals, everything.

You don’t have to like it, but you can always tell when an artist never learned it because their figures are always off. There is a difference between stylizing and not knowing, and it’s almost always evident. You can see it in the way hands are drawn, noses are rendered, and how they shape and place breasts. Do pages of body studies focusing on hands, feet, leg muscles, back arches, faces, all kinds of stuff. You’ll thank yourself later.

Your professors and peers will know when you don’t put in your best effort.

They’ll know when you aren’t pushing yourself because you’ll make fundamental mistakes. Slightly imperfect coloring, wiggly linework that wasn’t done quite carefully enough, not bothering to fix those damn feet in the finish. They always know, somehow...even if you’re careful with your laziness.

Buying expensive materials is usually worth it.

It may cost more but your work will benefit from it, and they last so, so much longer. I had to buy 3 brushes when my techniques class was doing watercolor, and in total they costed over $100. I found as I used them that since they were hair brushes and not synthetic, they held so much more pigment and water, and I could get a much finer tip. I was incredibly lucky that my professor provided the paint, which could go up to $20 a tube for some colors with the brand he had. Paper is also something worth splurging on, because let me tell you I have had disastrous effects when using shitty (coughCANSONcough) watercolor paper. The 9x12 paper block I bought for class was $30, and it was the best paper i’ve ever worked on. Absolutely worth the money and I will be buying that brand for projects from now on. And the best thing about all these is that they’ll last forever!

You NEED to find ways to get excited about a project you hate, because you’re gonna have to do a lot of them.

If you don’t find ways to get excited about projects you’re not too thrilled to do, you’ll never succeed. I learned this in my freshman year very fast, because man oh man were there some projects I couldn’t have cared less about. If you can, gear the project towards one of your interests without compromising the purpose or assigned subject.

I hope this advice can help some folks! Art school is a lot of tough love, and a lot of stepping 300 yards out of your comfort zone (sometimes by force). But they key is to not be afraid of trying new things! You’ll find things you absolutely hate doing, and will never want to do ever again if you can help it, and you’ll find things that you’ll love to do. It’s all about keeping an open mind!

Keep drawing, keep learning, keep creating.

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spazzon-glitter · 8 years ago

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It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring!

Wherever you are, stay warm and dry. Sacramento is going through some crazy rain. I can’t even grasp the concept of 2016 being completely over and now it’s 2017… crazy how quickly the year went by. I officially revamped my page and am soon revamping my entire lifestyle; it’s a fresh start to a “better life.”

Photographed by Chris Niedzielski

2017! now clicking.. Refresh.. Let’s move forward! We’ve all been waiting for this… haven’t we? New year, new me? Haha, we’re still the same but our goals has changed. We want more, better and something NEW. Every year passes by and we tell ourselves that we’re going to make or become something different, but are we really!? Don’t make excuses. Don’t let others get in your way. And even if you have to do it all alone, it’s okay. You do it! Do it because it’s going to benefit you and your life.

I chase every little thing, no matter the size or circumstances. I do it because I WANT it. Craving and needing. Sometimes people get them mixed up kind of like when there’s a battle between your head and heart. Don’t get confused and wonder which is right or wrong. To be honest with you, it’s whatever you want to decide, there’s no correct answer. Every step you take gets you closer to “home.” And certain, when it’s both, your heart and soul is calling for it, you gotta chase it. Be it. DO IT. Take control and remember that life happens sometimes so be ready to catch yourself when you fall.

TOP: Sweater & Jean Jacket from FOREVER 21 / BOTTOMS: Black washed denim from H&M / FOOTWEAR: NIKE JANOSKI / ACCESSORIES: Necklaces & chokers from FRANCESCAS, Beanie from AMERICAN EAGLE OUTFITTERS

It’s almost the weekend again! But lately, the weather has been bipolar; raining, sunny, and the next thing you know, the entire world is blowing winds at 80mph and trees are falling over. I may be over exaggerating because I get cold easily but it’s nut! I would never be able to bear the snow and 40 degrees weather outside.

Chris and I took a stroll in midtown trying to find this place called Lavender Heights because everyone, I mean everyone has been all over this and I thought, why haven’t I been here considering I’m always around the area… the bars and clubs… yet somehow, I missed this hidden gem. ART. (it keeps my inspiration running) Speaking of art, I haven’t gone to a museum or exhibit in awhile. Boy am I glad, this mural is here to stay! Took a few shots in the rain but you could barely tell which is great! I swear, we’re always reaching new heights and testing out everything regardless of rain or wind. Weather seems to have no effect on us… until afterwards at least. IT’S ALL ABOUT HAVING FUN, ENJOYING EVERY SINGLE MOMENT OF IT (even if you’re frustrated), AND SEIZING THE DAY NO MATTER WHAT’S COOKING OUTSIDE!

I’m in a complete shit storm, not gonna lie. No, literally… it’s been so, so windy and rainy these past couple of days that my mood has been slowly crashing like the stock market. I’m trying to regain my enthusiasm but I’m finding out that my job has made me lose all sight of direction. I feel blind almost and I can’t find my purpose which has caused me to feel antsy and anxious lately. I’m trying to relax and calm the storm that’s been roaming by. I feel less sick and crazed over fashion statements plus I’m going through my winter phase and throughout all of this, I’M STILL PUTTING A SMILE ON AND TRYING MY BEST EVERY SINGLE DAY. Gotta keep that motivation going!

A smile and some coffee to warm up the soul. AND MOSTLY ART. I live by it. By the way, this is my “rainy day outfit,” and let me remind you, I HATE THE RAIN! It ruins my vibe. So I’m living comfortably these days… jeans, sweater and a jacket with some comfy sneakers. Gotta keep seeking some inspiration through these hazy days!

Hope you’ve all been well. Find your motivation. AND THRIVE. You’re all capable and willing. The challenge is to break out of your comfort zone, as I’ve said once before, you never know what can happen.

Don’t fear the future and the past has already happened. LIVE IN THE NOW!

xx, missmaichi 💛

Rain, rain go away, come again another day It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring! Wherever you are, stay warm and dry. Sacramento is going through some crazy rain.

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