AoT: Ymir x Reader - SurprisesWarning: This is a yuri/girl on girl. Please don't read if it makes you uncomfortable. Some swearing.
Attack on Titan (Shingeki no Kyojin)
Ymir x Reader
Frowning lips, bored eyes, tapping foot. It seemed that everywhere you went, Ymir just wasn’t enjoying herself. Your favorite hangout after school, your house, her house. Seeing her grin became rarer and rarer with each encounter and you couldn’t figure out the reason why. Sure, it was typical of her personality to be a bit distant, but she’d, at least, hold your hand or send you a text.
Was it something you did?
Wanting to get to the bottom of your girlfriend’s behavior, you got in contact with your mutual friend. You got comfortable on your bed while waiting for her to pick up. You played with your hair as the phone rang...rang...and rang, then let out a disappointed sigh when the answering machine picked up. You
Making a Soldier Laugh
The weather was surprisingly warm. The wind provided a calm and comforting caress on Mikasa's pale skin and the heat of summer was just as refreshing. With a peaceful day such as this, she felt the need to loosen up.
Clad in the standard Survey Corps uniform, Mikasa took a deep breath and stretched her limbs. After all, stretching was fundamentally the base of any training. Although, she felt a presence drawing nearby and the sound of footsteps approached. Mikasa suppressed a gasp and tilted her head to see who it was.
"Oi, you're up early Mikasa. I thought for sure you would be sleeping in today," the figure shouted from a distance. Her voice was clear, yet slouchy. The individual emitted a tired yawn as she pointed lazily at the raven-haired rookie. "Why didn't you wake me up?"
Mikasa squinted her eyes under the harsh sunlight to distinguish the dim figure. "You're..."
A grin formed on the newcomer's lips as she proudly collided a fist on her chest in a lethargic salute.
The Captain's Disappearance
A/N: Here's a request based on the anime Suisei no Gargantia. Enjoy.
Bellows, the red-haired leader of the Gargantia's excavation team, felt a pair of beady eyes fixing her back. It seemed like the stalker followed her up to her ship and a confrontation couldn't be avoided at this point. With a sigh, she braced herself.
She and her associates believed it would be a good idea to stop by the nearby dock to refill their supplies. They had been traveling for several days and their reserves were depleting - it was essential. As her comrades scavenged through the market, Bellows was introduced to a certain parasite that just wouldn't leave her alone. Everywhere she went, the lone figure would follow. At first, she thought it might be a simple coincidence, but after trying to lose the stalker over and over again, it was clear that it was not. While the stranger's intentions were not known, Bellows had to be on guard since it could be one of those cases.
If Bellows hated
Amnesia - Chapter 1
Chapter 1 – Failed Tests
Hayate awoke from his sleep to find himself surrounded by a body of water.
"Where am I?" he thought to himself as he looked around trying to figure where he was and who or what brought him here.
He tried to swim, but he couldn't. His hands and feet were strapped. He was strapped to some platform. His lungs were beginning to run out of air quick and the increasing race of his heartbeat was telling him, he needed air quick.
All he could do was struggle, but no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free from the strong hold of the straps holding him. But he didn't give up, he struggled harder, thinking to himself "What in the world is going on?" He used the rest of his air to try to call for help, but underwater, his sounds only made a slight gurgle sound.
He couldn't last any longer; he shook harder against the straps trying to use any technique to get himself released. But in the end, his luck did not look in his favor as all movement stopped. His body
PSA for Artists! Don't make the same mistake I didI've been posting some video tutorials to teach aspiring artists my drawing techniques, but I think it's very important to learn from my mistakes as well.
I'm 25 right now, and I've been drawing all my life. I started drawing a lot more and professionally when I was about 19-20. I drew all the time and didn't think much about it. I would draw until I'm in pain, from sitting too long, from not eating because I was in the flow and didn't want to stop. I would get terrible back pains and even heart palpitations from sitting in the same position drawing for so long.
That's when the nails on my right hand started to get weird and lumpy. At first I thought it was a dietary thing, so I took vitamins, went to the doctors, exercised, changed things up but it was too late. It's been years now and 3 doctors later they couldn't fix it.
If it were just ugly nails, I wouldn't really care, but the nails are just the tip of how bad I've been treating my body. One time during a particularly hardco
How I learn to draw.First off, let me say this: I'm a very raw, struggling artist.
Believe it or not, whenever I draw a new piece, my brain hurts from the amount of thinking and worrying that I go through. What's happening in the picture? What's a nice composition? What colors can I use? Why don't my colors look pretty? Is this quality enough to satisfy myself? How do I even know if it's good enough?
Everyday I restart this cycle of suffering and learning. What I go through a lot of the time is unpleasant surprises (like when halfway through I suddenly realize I screwed up something), and then the disappointment sinks in. Sometimes when I try to draw a complex pose and fail, I break out in sweat from some mix of panic and doubt. Rarely does any painting or drawing go without some form of frustration of disappointment.
There are artists out there who've been in the trade long enough to approach works with full confidence in themselves. I'm not one of them, I'm just a newbie who's just started drawin
Happy Holidays from DeviantArt!'Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the site
Not an artist was arting,
Which didn't seem right.
The young deviant's Watch
Was curated with care
In hopes that inspiration
Would soon be found there.
But what to that wondering screen did appear?
No updates for hours.
No holiday cheer!
When before settling down for a long winter's nap
That deviant opened up the DeviantArt Mobile App.
Notifications popped up, and what did they see,
But art gifts galore under a virtual tree!
Then a poem about friendship, written right from the heart,
"Dr. Who Down in Whoville," a mashup fan art.
A speed paint, a watercolor, a "Lord of the Rings" map,
An invitation to Sketch This, in the Autodesk SketchBook app!
That deviant's friends had been waiting by their keyboards with care
For the signal to send all their art gifts out there.
I'm just a sentient being living on the face of the earth.
Age: Currently under 20.
Occupation: Struggling college freshman
Favorite Art Styles: Anything that intrests/impresses