#been one heck of a good month on Rota! | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

bonniebird · 1 year

Photo

Derek x Reader

Requested by Anon

December event

Support me on Ko-fi

Make a request

Derek had been stuck in his wolf form for so long that Stiles’ father had managed to acquire a licence for you to own a wolf-dog. Then Stiles managed to get papers to make it look as if you owned a wolf dog and had rescued Derek.

It had been months. Every day Deaton would drop by with a new idea and nothing would work. You’d gotten used to Derek clomping after you as you went about the house. It had been so long that it no longer felt odd to give him an occasional pat on the head.

“It’s nearly christmas eve. The next full moon is the day before… Do you think he’ll change back then?” Stiles asked the room. Everyone had gathered at yours after Lydia had made up a rota. Each house was decorated and had designated shopping days so no one would run into each other. Last year Stiles had ruined the secret santa by accidentally running into everyone at different times while they were shopping and ended up telling everyone else what had been bought. Lyda was determined that this year nothing would go wrong. Besides Derek being stuck in his wolf form.

“Who knows.” Scott muttered and stared at Derek who had a pile of tinsel balanced on his head while you stood on the arm of the sofa and tried to hang the other end up on some picture frames. You climbed down and looked through a box on the floor and pulled out a large wolf jumper. Your neighbour had given it to you with a box of dog biscuits. You and Derek had looked at each other as she handed them to you and called him a very good boy. It had been an amusing situation to be in, for you at least.

“I know that Derek is stuck in their werewolf form. But do you think it’s inappropriate for me to put this doggie Christmas jumper on them?” You asked and held up the jumper. The room was filled with laughter which grew louder when Derek sneezed in objection.

Derek tags:

@savagemickey03 @zoomdeathknight @pheonix4269 @bloodrose @sarahbullet235 @lovelyy-moonlight @stellasblog @DeanWinchestersgirl87 @thekayarlene @linkpk88 @babypink224221 @lisainhell @spiderwebs-blog @gryffindorqueensworld @rockyrascal @twerp8999 @criesinlies @lovesanimals0000 @lovesanimals0000 @sairamccall11 @theletterhart @bluebear142077 @boardstomymood @big-galaxy-chaos @onyourgoddamnleft @ietss @alexxavicry @bellabadacadabra @daughterofthenight117 @geli2297 @multi-fandom5 @justice-for-the-kaldorei @favmeyou @kaylantus @ssa--holmes @salemsnothere @supernatural-wolfie @yougottalovefandoms @sentimentalweasley @why-am-I-here-01 @maxineswritingcenter @babygrinchsblog @alwaysadreamingoptimist @love1deandra @archaeologydigit @im-eating-rn @bucketbunny @multifandomwriter56 @littlefreakingfangirl @jayyeahthatsme @thebookisbtr @hardladyheart @gillybear17 @lelapine @bluejaysaysstuff @lchufflepuffcorn @lucyqueenofthestars @fatherfigured @Kaitieskidmore1 @stupendousbelieverzombie @hardladyheart @bluejaysaysstuff @slxthxrxn-sxmp @jamie-c-bower-simp @aw--heck @readingbookelf @boardstomymood

#derek hale #derek hale x reader #bonniebird #december2022

268 notes · View notes

jezmmart · 4 years

Text

Chamomile Comic Trivia #12

#56 Way

Nothing too much to say about this one. The fact that I dedicated a whole establishing shot to it partially reveals that I was just really in the mood to design a cute new outfit for Cammie here. Lots of people commented on it, which is why it’s shown up a bunch of times since!

#57 Issues

A momentous occasion, the first comic without Chamomile making any appearance! I knew it would happen eventually if I wanted to let other characters be more than just supports for the main character, so I didn’t make a song or dance about it. This conversation was inspired by a RL friend who worked at a coffee place at one point and was also livid about the tweeness of “babyccinos”. In fleshing out the concept for the joke I did have to research the etymology of cappucino so Brianna is acting as conduit to my own surprise at the truth of the matter when I did. This comic inspired me to make Vienna being kind of into history a consistent thing for her - it’s intentionally come up from time to time since without any major attention drawn to it.

I also had to research what the correct possessive/plural form for “two pence worth of milk” was, which my fellow creative writing graduate University friends on facebook were extremely helpful with. I knew I kept them around for a reason.

Oh, and finally, Brianna also gets a new outfit here! Unlike Cammie’s, this one existed out of comic first, and was specifically designed because I just wanted an additional day-to-day outfit for her as I was bored of her default one.

#58 Nope

Some real Vienna development here! I felt it’d be a nice surprise to make her, the most seemingly anti-social of the characters, be the one who was most interested in obtaining a romantic partner.

I’m also really happy with this strip in general, I managed to cram a whole bunch of jokes into one with some classic Cammie slapstick to boot. Vienna’s two panels above are one of my favourite moments for her to date. Although I am a little iffy about Brianna’s response afterwards - I don’t feel her little joke was unnecessary, but I feel pacing-wise, having a one-two panel joke with Vienna where the “camera” doesn’t change between them, followed immediately by another one-two panel joke with Brianna and the same “camera” behaviour, just comes off as a little repetitive (and Brianna’s repeated use of “know” in her sentence doubles up the clunkiness-inducing repetition wah).

Finally, I really like doing fun little comic-exclusive tricks like Cammie’s speech bubble being outside of the door with her. If her “What the heck...” sounded muffled by the closed door in your head when you read it, mission accomplished!

#59 Observant

It’s entirely possible that no reader thought I would go this way, but I wanted to write off the idea that I was ever gonna go for the ol’ “the two characters who seem the most incompatible actually end up together” by outright having Vienna state that Cammie is not to her taste lol. Cammie’s response here comes from her relative disinterest in seeking a romantic relationship. Having said this, Cammie still enjoys looking good just for own pleasure, and I thought it’d make good humour to - just lightly - take her down a peg for being so outwardly prideful of this by having her be a bit disappointed that the girl she knows who likes girls isn’t attracted to her.

For the record? Cammie’s intuition was right, Vienna probably did check her out at one point, but Vienna, like many people, is prone to having their level of physical attraction be greatly affected by level of emotional attraction.

Bonus tidbit that only UK viewers will notice: Brianna’s café has a 5 out of 5 food hygiene rating. Good work Brianna!

#60 See

Another fourth-wall comic that doesn’t actually break the fourth-wall. I just got a bit silly with this one. Around this time, behind the scenes, I started doodling pictures of Vienna without her glasses. Since her face was designed with the glasses in mind (i.e. no thought at all to what kind of eyes would fit behind them and still look “right” on her face), I knew I’d have to privately draw her without them a few times just to get used to it for if/when I ever take them off. Every now and then I’ll draw a comic panel of her without them, again, to get used to it, then draw the glasses over the top. Weirdly, upon checking the .sai file... this strip wasn’t one of them though! I’ll be sure to share the lot if the time ever comes.

A bonus early bird cameo for Mimi on the staff rota here! I didn’t know if/when I’d make use of her, but I made sure to future-proof myself by, even in this little doodle form, designing a somewhat unique appearance for her that I could base her real design off of later. The alternative would’ve been zooming in even further to just show Brianna and Vienna on the rota, but that would’ve made it hard to parse what was going on.

The 4th person on the rota... was just a scribble.

Their name is “Person” with a few dashes to imply a more interesting name where the panel cuts us off from reading it. I really wish I was better at writing an extended cast for the characters’ lives than just implying they’re there. Who knows how many other people Cammie and Layla work with over at the music shop! I sure don’t!

...Well... actually I do now. This trivia post was written over a month ago but it felt too close to the previous one to post. I’ve just opened it in my drafts since and it’s kind of funny that I’d do so right after introducing Samantha as a co-worker for Cammie and Layla, haha!

[More Chamomile Comic Trivia]

#jezmm #chamomile comic trivia #long post #art insight

9 notes · View notes

such-a-random-rambler · 4 years

Text

Once in Blue Moon pt 2

part 1 on AO3 or fanfic

It wasn’t that they were bad patients but...

Ok, what you have to understand is that the day job wasn’t one that they just stopped when there was a bruise, a burn or even a broken bone. If they were injured on a mission but were still able to walk they got the people out, got themselves out and got patched up later.

Unfortunately this carried over to when they were safe at home and there wasn’t a one of them that hadn’t hobbled around early enough that if they had gone to an actual hospital a nurse would have tackled them back into bed. It usually took a constant and hypocritical rota of nagging to get anyone to rest for even as close to as long as they should do.

Ok, so they were bad patients.

Scott didn’t yell, but he did glare as he watched Vigil help John down the ramp from Two, having been given the brush off on their flight back as to what exactly happened. It melted away when he realised that John wasn’t protesting at the way Vigil eased him through the facility to the nearby med room. John hardly said a word as was helped out of his – obviously damaged – protective suit, subjected to a range of scans and dosed up with one of the strongest painkillers they had. John didn’t like the light headed feeling that often accompanied the drugs, preferring to spend any time that he was signed off reading, coding or planning improvements to Five. He didn’t lie back like this: still and silent between the xray and the bandages, between his concerned brothers.

“What the hell happened?” Scott hissed.

“I’m fine, just had a small electric shock.” John muttered, closing his eyes with a sigh.

“Small electric shocks do not short out our equipment like that – your suit is completely fried.” Scott’s stomach was twisting still. It was often like this. He was getting an ulcer after this week for sure.

“Tell him it’s fine, Virgil.”

“Virgil will do no such thing.” Virgil crossed his arms for emphasis. “You caught the blowback of shorting out half the factory’s systems.”

“He did what? And you didn’t stop him?” Scott asked Virgil, earning himself a questioning glare. Virgil had been there after all: he was meant to be the responsible one.

“If I'd had the chance I would have. Look Scott, can we leave this until later. You’ll get the full report.” Virgil gave a heavy sigh. “John needs some sleep.”

“I don’t need sleep” John muttered, halfway gone already.

“If you don’t need sleep then you can tell me -” Scott said, his fear making him harsh, “- why you landed yourself in a med bed?”

“Because he doesn’t bloody communicate.” Virgil said, throwing down a towel he had been using to wipe down his own grimy face.

“Course I do, that’s my job.” John protested.

“There wasn’t much of that today was there? The thing is when we’re on a call you know what we’re doing every second. We have no idea what you’re doing and to an extent it doesn’t matter because you give us what we need exactly when we need it. And when you’re out with us you are still in that mindset of doing your own thing and telling us later if you think we need to know about it.” Virgil was in full flow now, having had time to mull it over on the flight back. “Today we were short on time it’s true but if I’d had a little warning we could have come up with something else. Or maybe avoided this.” He gestured to the bed, the med room, the ECG machine.

Scott took that in. When was the last time that he had asked John what he was up to when he was in the middle of a dispatch? Had he ever? He just sort of assumed that John was doing what he needed to and if Scott was honest with himself sometimes he didn’t want to know too much detail – they were meant to be staying on the right side of the law after all. He was mostly left to his own devices which was mostly fine. Mostly.

Except that formed habits, and habits were hard to break. Habits that resulted in flinging Five into the path or an errant comet to rescue one stubborn commander of a space station, or walking on the suspension cables barely holding a charity auction up over a thousand feet drop. Both of those turned out fine, but sure had put Scott’s heart in his throat when he’d found out what had happened, and he would have certainly had some ideas if he’d been asked at the time.

“That’s not... that’s not fair.” John muttered.

“What’s not fair is purposely putting your life on the line when I was standing right next to you. I don’t want to carry you out next time.”

“Was it really that bad?” Scott asked softly.

“Scared the heck out of me. One minute he fine, next it was dark and was I working out if I had to do CPR.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.”

John forced his eyes open to lock his gaze to Virgil’s. “I’m sorry” he said, with a pained sincerity.

“I’m not looking for you to apologise John, I’m looking for you to not do it again.” Virgil huffed.

“You want me to ask permission?” John managed to sound both incredulous, scathing and like he was about to pass out at the same time.

“It’s not about asking permission and you know it. I just want you to think a bit before you do something drastic.”

“Don’t come to me talking about drastic. I know what you get up to. What doesn’t go in the reports. I’m always watching remember. How’s it feel to be on the other side?”

It didn’t feel good and Scott broke the slightly unfocussed eye contact John was maintaining to exchange a guilty glance with Virgil.

“Maybe we need to leave this for another day. And get everyone in on this.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow in surprise at Scott’s retreat. “Seriously?”

“Seriously. I’ll admit there have been a few calls that were closer than I would have liked in the last few months. And if it happened to me, it’s happened to the rest of you as well.” Virgil didn’t say anything, but he didn’t deny it which spoke volumes. “Impulsive behaviour almost got John killed today, so lets re-establish a few ground rules.” Before there is less ‘almost’ in that sentence.

Virgil nodded, probably reluctant to have his own escapades revealed to the rest of the family. It wasn’t a conversation Scott was looking forward to having: a room full of hot headed, confident and fearless young people who were going to get on the defensive right away could make saying anything tough. But Scott was going to take the opportunity of having everyone in the same place to hash this out: John wouldn’t be leaving the planet in a hurry.

“Anything else you need John?”

“Not to be lectured any more.”

“Of course. I’ll save that for when you’re feeling better. Get some rest, we’ll be checking in on you.” Scott gave his hand a gentle squeeze as Virgil dimmed the lights. John’s breaths evened out as they made for the door: he must have been fighting sleep since he arrived to be able to drift off so quickly.

Scott took one last look before he pulled the door gently shut. He couldn’t remember the last time that he’d been able to watch John sleep – peacefully, in person – not as a result of injury or enforced down time. I would be nice to have him around the house for a few days and maybe Scott could stretch it out; get a big blow out family dinner in, some additional training, maybe even a movie night.

Scott was making a long list. After all opportunities like this only came along once in a blue moon.

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #tag #John Tracy #Virgil Tracy #Scott Tracy #fanfiction

8 notes · View notes

doyoungbunnyagenda · 5 years

Text

El Dorado

well this is what I've been working on a few days and it’s finally finished!!! How you enjoy reading it

a oneshot inspired by Exo K’s El Dorado

Word count: 1687 words

(btw is not a fanfiction sorry if that’s what you wanted)

‘’I’m leaving right now,

The bigger adventure,

The danger that follows…’’

I came from a small town in the core of the Amazon rainforest. Me and my family didn’t have or own much so we just got by, making our money by housing desperate bio-scientists, adventurers and anyone who enjoyed studying these areas. When I was younger, I was always so interested in what our visitors would say while I was bringing food and water to them. They told me things about the outside world I never knew of. They showed me famous writings and texts that I have never heard of. My eyes were first opened to the wonders of the outside. I used to spend most of my childhood years with one regular customer. I never caught his name though because he was always referred to, by my mother, as Mr. L. It intrigued me of how he could go into long tangents about some kind of promised land he called ‘Eldorado’. The supposed ‘Eldorado’, as he described it, was a land full of rivers of gold, skies of crystal blue, temples filled with riches; that kind of thing. My mother classified his ramblings as mad when she found out about my infatuation with this ‘fake promise land’. But that didn’t stop me learning about all I could find. Heck I knew so much I could have passed an exam about it. As my obsession for knowledge grew, I needed more than just words in books. I needed to experience the real thing. So here I find myself sitting in a poorly made tent, even deeper in the rainforest, regretting my life choices. Great…

‘’Into the light that spreads out before us,

Towards the future that no one knows of,

This walk will be a legend in the days to come.’’

Day one of this so called ‘quest’ was chaos. In my haste of my mother not seeing me, I forgot many things that would have made my journey easier. I saw no point in any way to bring anything electronic as I doubt there will be anywhere with a signal for miles off. In my decent sized rucksack, I had only packed things I would need for a month or two if I used them sparsely. Essentials like: match-sticks (of course), a cheaply made tent, basic toiletries, a tiny black watch, plain food and maps and books that could help somewhere along my journey. According to the maps, it looks like I am in the first part of the trial. I didn’t know I was getting myself into some Indiana Jones movie. The first puzzle was hidden in depths of lush leaves, so it took me half of the day to, you know, actually start the challenge. Dusk was swiftly approaching across the Amazon and from what I’ve read about this ‘quest’ and my knowledge of the rainforest in general, this wasn’t a good thing. In a panic, I rushed around trying to fix all the pieces of the trial in the right places before the sun is replaced by the moon. Trying to put the last few pieces in was hell, I couldn’t do it even after multiple attempts; my patience was on its last leg until I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Mr. L…

‘’Even if we’re walking in storms, on some days if we’re together,

I won’t be afraid,

Let’s look for paradise…’’

After that moment, a budding friendship bloomed between us. We shared all our achievements all our highs and all our deepest lows. Instead of facing this journey alone I now had someone to keep me company (and make sure I don’t go insane). It was nicer than going solo although he did get on my nerves, like most friends do. Trials were made easier, gathering food -which I was terrified of- was made efficient and surviving was easy overall when you had an extra pair of responsible eyes watching. Without Mr. L by my side, I might as well have died, that’s how close we were. However, one unfortunate day my worst nightmare was about to turn into reality.

It was a regular morning, I awoke just after the rise of the sun getting ready to get out of my tent and find more clues for the quest but then, while hopping out of the tent, I was not greeted to the sound of heavy snoring coming out of the opposite tent. The green crickets greeted me instead. Well maybe Mr. L went to fetch water for us to filter. Or maybe he was hunting. But I normally do those jobs and I thought we had a set job rota. For a while, I tried not to worry much as I was 99.9% sure he would arrive before sunset, like he always does. Minutes passed and they turned into many hours. Then I allowed myself to go into complete panic mode. My brain was contemplating if I should go and look for him or wait a bit more and he’ll return. It was getting late and by looking at the lunar cycles, no full moon tonight so it will make sense to find him before the glossy orange sunsets. Trudging through the leaves and mud of the forest-floor that I had become so accustom to, I tried my best to spot any shape that somewhat resembled an old man; in the darkening forest. All the while getting my hopes up and for them to crash swiftly to the ground. Around a bend I saw what looked like a snapped twig, so I initially paid no notice until I heard some kind of groaning sound coming from that area. I knew those sounds could only belong to one person. The only person in my life right now – Mr. L… It felt like I ran faster than the speed of light when I saw his limp body on the ground like a fallen soldier. Crouching next to him I searched franticly for any signs of blood or injury while simultaneously checking his pulse and trying to raise its rate, but all was in vain. His pulse rate fell flat, and his heart stopped beating. It felt like mine stopped beating too.

‘’Though we don’t know the end,

Though we can’t go back,

I won’t stay frozen in the same spot,

Even if the high waves of sand come crashing down,

The destiny I shall meet is El dorado…’’

Empty… Was the best way to describe how I felt. Vacant… was the best why to describe my soul. Worthless… was the best way to describe my life. Distraught, I spent the first days after his death mourning and grieving to my heart’s content. After all, my rock the only one I could rely on, life was stolen, by at first what I thought was me. I blamed myself for his death. I blamed myself for not waking up earlier. I blamed myself of not being there for him when he needed me the most. What kind of friend dose that? An awful one. How was I going to explain this to his family (if I ever found them)? So many questions flooded my mind, that I couldn’t think straight. At some point I even thought about giving up. Without him, the main reason I came here in the first place, this quest felt worthless. I was about to pack up all my camping equipment ready to head home in shame. Remembering my mother, a memory occurred about one of her sayings or quotes. The one I was thinking about in particular was, ‘’ No pain. No gain. This is a world of misery. The world judges you it ridicules you. It pushes you to the ground and presses your face in the mud. It can be as vicious as a snake bite. As callous as a criminal. As tough as titanium. Only if you let it to. My child you see you need to be strong. If the world pulls you, you push 10 times harder. If the world chucks you down, get back up as soon as you’ve fallen. If you think the world’s unfair, show it what justice looks like. Once you defeat the world’s taunting, the feeling of accomplishment is the best feeling in the world.’’

It all came rushing to me at once. I felt overwhelmed. I’ve come this far and put in all this hard work it will be a waste to the world and a delight to my enemies if I give up. Most of all, a failure is not what Mr. L would have wanted. At least for him, I needed to make one last push, show this world all I have got before going out with a bang. Time to find the precious El dorado.

One more push. One more trial. One more dash. The last trial was the easiest (of course) it was a race to the ‘promised land’ and to anyone, already deemed worthy through all the trials, who doesn’t make it will have to restart the whole test again. So, the pressure was on full throttle. Avoiding obstacles, jumping, sprinting, quick problem solving it included it all. Close to the ending, I slipped on the track my tired body collapsing on the dirt. To anyone else it would have looked like the end of my story, but I faced the music and danced. I got up as soon as I got down even though I had a slight injury I pushed myself even harder. At the last moment, I finished the trial. The feeling of accomplishment was so amazing, breath-taking that I can not express it in words. Is this what my mother was talking about? But what was in front of me was even better. A land full of rivers of gold, skies of crystal blue, temples filled with riches just like he had described it. It was so much more magnificent than what it looked like in my wildest dreams. Welcome to paradise …

‘’I will prove… that those who believed… in me were… right.’’

thank you if you made it to the end. I really appreciate it :)

if anyone has any sort of constructive criticism please feel free to send me it.

make sure to stay fresh!!

1 note · View note