#textmarker

[berttekenis]

#sketch #drawing #draw23 #cardboard #tekening #mannekestoch #textmarker #bic4colors #veryshortstory #snelschets #pencil #fineliner

[teafromthemicrowave]

Doorkeay doodle I made in school today while totally paying attention to the lesson

#i love my cheap textmarker drawings #so have some crappy fanart #the magnus archives #doorkeay #gerry keay #michael shelley #tma #tma fanart #gerry delano #magpod

[wikagirl]

I may or may not have made a physical folder filled with lists of neurodivertent traits that I and others have observed in my behavior frequently in preperation for my adhd asessment in december.....

....doing that is an autism thing

#I also colourcoded the whole thing with textmarkers #one colour is adhd the other is autism #and ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm #maybe I should get an asessment for both

[gnabries]

i feel like i have to post an official apology to yann on behalf of bayern and adidas bc he now has to wear those terrible turtle gk jerseys

#don't worry you're still hot king #even gladbachs textmarker jersey looks better than whatever train wreck of a jersey our gks have to wear

[sweet-demiboi]

it's Billy Hargrove x Male!Reader

warnings: smoking (both of you), implied smut, but it doesn't happen anything because you say no and Billy is okay with it, a few swear words, screaming (only Billy screaming at Max to open the door to let you in), and trans friendly, can be read by asexuals and poc ig

Summary: You tutor Billy so Lucas can get Max out of the house. One thing leads to another.

Lucas's voice had sounded a little shakey when he had called you. He had said something about you needing to distract Billy Hargrove for him, so he could get Max out of their house unnoticed by her step brother.

You had agreed, and were now on your way to Billy's house. Your excuse would be the promised tutoring of him by you, which basically all of his teachers had demanded. Both of you weren't too amazed of that fact, but now you could make it useful for yourself.

When you arrived, Lucas was out of sight, probably already behind the house to get Max through a backdoor or something.

You took a deep breath and knocked. You could hear some loud music through the door, which was interrupted by screaming. In the next second Max opened the door.

"Hi", you greeted "I'm here for Billy", she only nodded, probably already knowing what was actually up.

"It's for you", she told her brother when walking past him, you heard an annoyed grunt, then Billy got up from lifting weights and groaned at you the moment he recognised your face.

"Nice to see you too", you answered "I don't like this as much either, but we'll have to get through it."

"Can't you just leave? I got way more important stuff to do"

"Me too, you want to start with English?"

He groaned again but turned the volume of his music down and gestured for you to sit at the kitchen table. You had imagined this to be a lot more of convincing, but you weren't complaining, honestly.

After a good twenty minutes of you explaining some texts of important authors to him, he offered you a beer, which you politely declined.

He tsk'd at you "Always playing the good boy, huh"

You bit your lip, grinning, and decided to not answer, but you assumed he knew how that had sounded.

When Billy sat down with a can of beer in his hand, his chair was noticeable closer to yours than before, but again, you decided not to comment on it. Instead you asked him to underline the most important parts of the text while you would prepare another task.

He got so close to you that you could smell the very masculine perfume he had on, when he was leaning over to grab a textmarker from your pencil case.

You didn't bother admitting to yourself that your heart had made a little jump at that.

Billy shot you a very small grin, he definetly knew what he was doing. Flirting with a guy. He seemed to have changed his mind about not wanting you here. Goosebumps spread over your neck, of which you hoped he didn't notice.

You discussed what he had worked on afterwards, which, again, proved to you that Billy wasn't stupid at all. He just wasn't interested in school. Which wasn't great, but it could be worse. You had to accept him wasting his potential. Or not.

"Why don't you go to school more often?", you asked, off topic "You could actually use your brain for something more complicated than going to parties, drinking, smoking, and all that stuff", you looked him in the eyes "You're smart."

He smiled teasingly "Why do you care?"

"I don't understand why you are wasting your chance of graduating, going to university, having a nice life, you know."

"I think you just want to see me more often."

You didn't know why you were blushing at that bastard's stupid flirting, but your cheeks were getting warmer and you narrowed your eyes down towards the worksheets again.

"Nuh uh", Billy tsk'd again, and put a finger under your chin, forcing your head up "Keep looking at me"

There were five intense seconds of eye contact between you and him before you kissed. Billy's lips were soft, and plump, and he kissed a lot more gentle than you would have expected.

"Would you still like me to continue working on English?", he asked with a grin much more obvious than the last one.

"I think you need a break", you answered, trying not to stutter - you were very surprised by the situation, but you guessed it was fine. Actually probably more than fine, it was nice.

"I always relax in my room" - "Then I guess, let's go"

He grabbed your wrist, pulling you up from the chair and leading you to his room. He turned around halfway "You don't seem to be the good boy I was thinking you were"

"You just don't know me that well yet, Hargrove", you said, finding your confidence again, and slammed him against his door in the next second, pressing your lips to his in a much more firey kiss.

Your tongue was finding its way into Billy's mouth, past his oh so soft lips, and brushing his tongue. Your hands were on his cheeks while his were lying on your waist. Right before he could establish dominance, you broke off the contact and got into his room, grinning at him.

He followed you in an instant, grabbing your collar and pulling you in.

Billy found the way to his bed blindly, now sitting, leaned against his headboard with you in his lap, one thigh on either side of his.

You could feel his lips moving to your cheek, your jawline, and your neck. Billy was sucking bruises into your skin, at which you moaned silently. His tongue was all hot when he licked over his work.

When he tried to get your shirt off, you broke the kiss.

"Hey, Billy?"

"Hm", he sounded slightly annoyed.

"I'm not really the type of having sex right away", you tried to reassure him with a smile "Sorry"

"What a pity", he answered "Did you really think I wanted something else than sex from you?"

You gulped down the lump in your throat and answered "Yes, I did."

"Well, you were right", he stroked your cheek "Fucker", you chuckled at that "Kiss me again, then", Billy demanded and you gladly fullfilled his wish.

Half an hour later you both were so out of breath that you decided to have a short break, in which you could smoke together.

When Billy offered you a cigarette, you declined, pulling out your own prepped one's. It was only then that you noticed you had forgotten your lighter.

Billy already held his out for you, and when you leaned down to catch the flame with the end of your cigarette between your lips you looked up at him through your eyelashes. You were still straddling him and he could see the fire reflecting in your eyes. It sent shocks through his body, giving him goosebumps as well, which he later wouldn't admit had happened to you.

Then the moment was over, you leaned back, but were still looking directly at him. He lightened his own cigarette as well, then the mood was set. Billy's right hand was placed on your thigh, while your own fingers were playing with his shirt. And you both still weren't able to take your eyes off the other.

Until Billy noticed the slightly different smell of your smoke:

"What's in there?", he asked, his own red lips engulfing his cigarette.

"Normal tobacco mixed with some mint and dried flowers, cinnamon on christmas.", you answered.

"Can I try?", his smile could only be described as challenging. You smirked and took another drag, keeping the smoke in your mouth this time. You leaned over to him, Billy already opening his mouth, and blew it inside, then sealing his lips with a kiss.

Billy moaned into you and was eagerly licking over your tongue, you assumed he liked the taste of your tobacco. You were kissing ever so slowly as to cheerish the moment until you broke it, swearing.

You quickly patted out the little flame that had been caused by your cigarette before it could properly damage Billy's bedsheets. The blonde only chuckled at that, seeming like he was used to that kind of stuff happening. At least he wasn't angry at you, because now there was a little hole in the fabric.

You still smiled apologetically at him, but he shook his head "'s no problem", he shifted a little under your weight "Pretty boys are allowed to burn my stuff all the time."

#billy hargrove x male!reader #billy hargrove x male reader #gay #bisexual #lgbtq+ #queer #omnisexual #pansexual #trans #ftm #stranger things x male!reader #stranger things x male reader

[seventeenlovesthree]

Digimon Writing Challenge - Mix and Match: Yamato + Gomamon + Sincerity

[Yamato] [Takeru] [Hikari] [Sora] [Taichi] [Koushirou] [Mimi] [Jyou]

Summary: Gomamon trying to cheer the grieving Yamato up on Jyou's behalf proves to be quite a test of patience for the Digimon - whereas Yamato needs to learn to become more sincere with himself...

Word count: 1221

Yamato found himself sighing.

When Jyou had texted him earlier, promising to send him “something to cheer him up a little”, this was not what he had expected…

“I told you you don’t need to cook for me… I can do that myself.”

“Yeah, maybe, but that is exactly the point!”, Gomamon exclaimed loudly over his shoulder before continuing to stir the pot of ramen in front of him.

The little seal Digimon had been hustling around his flat for a while already – proving that all jokes about him playing "housewife" for Jyou had not been jokes at all, but scarily accurate instead. However that habit may have developed in the past, Yamato wasn’t sure whether he should be impressed, annoyed… Or jealous.

Ever since Gabumon had disappeared, he had thrown himself into the task of studying, harder, longer, more persistently trying to look for his own path. Day and night. Those were the things he had promised to Gabumon right before…

“Sheesh, Yamato! Do ya mind me getting rid of this? Looks like it’s expired a bit ago… Ah, well, I could still try it, but, ya know, Jyou’s stomach is pretty sensitive to stuff like that. Pretty sure you can take more than he can, but yeeeeah.”

Hearing that, Yamato sighed again, eventually looking up from his copy of “Space Mission Engineering”, which he had been torturing with blue and green textmarkers for hours. He wasn’t used to study company anymore. But he also didn’t have the energy to refuse the tenth attempt of people – and Digimon – trying to pay him a visit. So he was aware that he had dug his own grave here…

“Cream like this can still last when it hasn’t been opened already, can you just… Can you please just leave that be?!”

“Oooooh, someone’s finally getting antsy?”, Gomamon whistled – and the marker fell right out of Yamato’s hand.

“… What?”

“I expected you to snap within the first five minutes, but seeing you now, you’ve really grown up quite some bit, huh?” The Digimon simply continued stirring while Yamato simply stared at him. What the heck was going on here?

“Have you been testing me?”, he asked and Gomamon eventually turned around, jumping from the kitchen counter to waddle towards his desk. Fortunately, the flat wasn’t particularly big, so all paths were manageable – especially for beings with very short legs.

“Nah, it’s not like that, even worrywart Jyou didn’t try to stop me when I suggested coming here, and believe me, he was worried and didn’t know what to do, so here I am, checking out how to help you getting through this.”

With that, Gomamon had climbed onto Yamato’s desk, eying him from up close. And the blond had a hard time processing what he had just heard.

“So you’ve been coming on your own behalf?” Deep down, he knew that Gomamon was right, that he had to remind himself not to get aggressive that easily, but his nerves had been on edge, so it was hard not to let his voice turn towards grumpy mode.

“Jyou would have come himself, but he can’t, ya know, the usual.” Gomamon huffed dramatically. “And I have eyes, Yamato, I see him, I see you, I see everyone going a li'l insane and I can’t blame them! I was surprised you didn’t immediately bark at the idea, but that kinda proves that something’s not right. Taichi’s the same too and nobody can even properly talk to Koushirou right now, he cannot not talk about the problem, so…”

“So can you tell me what the point of this is?”

“The point iiiiiis…” The little seal raised one claw to poke against Yamato’s arm. “You guys need to be more sincere!”

Yamato would have lied if he said this had come unexpected, but he had still hoped to avoid the whole topic.

“Sincere about what?”, he growled, all the unanswered texts on his phone and PC nagging at the back of his head, reminding him of how much he loathed getting pitied like this. “You said it yourself, everyone knows what’s going on, what else is there to say?! I can handle this, I need to handle this on my own for a bit, so can you all just leave me alone?!”

“Is this all that you want?!”, Gomamon barked back in the exact same tone, shaking his paws competitively. “Sitting in your silly little flat without eating properly and not responding to texts for days and working yourself into the ground to achieve one goal of many? Where have I seen that before?! And don’t say anything like ‘What do you know?!’, because I do know! Better than anyone else!”

“This is stupid”, Yamato answered, averting his gaze, and Gomamon poked him again.

“So are you! Ya think Gabumon would enjoy seeing you like this?!”

Oh, how he hated to feel caught. How easy it was to read him. How easy it was to his friends…

“Be honest, don’t ya think you would have liked to have Jyou here for a bit? Instead of me?” Gomamon tried again, this time with a softer voice. “Weren’t ya hoping he would be the one knocking on your door?”

Another growl escaped Yamato’s throat and he felt his cheeks heating up a little.

“What about the others?”

“Maybe…”, he pressed, slowly returning the glance again – noticing that Gomamon had literally no sense of personal space. In that way, he was so different from Gabumon and yet… Looking at him now felt weirdly familiar.

Those green eyes were persistent and straight-forward. Both traits he had seen growing in Jyou as well over the years.

“It’s… Not easy for you humans to find a balance. That’s one thing I’ve learned in all this time and… Jyou is trying his best. And I know you wanna try too. And sometimes ya need a little nudge, a good bowl of ramen and someone you reeeeeally like to find your way.”

Listening very closely, Yamato couldn’t help but smile by the end. Taichi had said something similar the last time they had met. He may not have been able to accept it yet though, facing his tendency to pull back and denying himself to get spoilt by his friends and loved ones.

“… I know that”, Yamato admitted, suddenly feeling weirdly light. “I… Guess I really would have liked to see him.”

The grin on Gomamon’s face couldn’t possibly get any broader, Yamato was sure of. Obviously satisfied with the answer he got, the Digimon gently patted his shoulder once more before jumping off the desk again.

“Good boy! Theeeeen, how about you text him to come over to pick me up after his shift?”

This time, it was up to Yamato to lean down and poke Gomamon in return – catching him off guard.

“Didn’t you say I should be more sincere, you little troll?”

“Eh. Damn, ya got me… You’re really good.”

With this, Yamato laughed out loud for once. Despite feeling a little stinging in his chest, a small surge of sadness that had been stuck there for months, he knew something had to change. One step at a time. With a big pint of sincerity.

“Until then… Want to see how to really make a good bowl of ramen?”

“Heh, challenge accepted!”

#my fanfiction #yamato ishida #gomamon #matt ishida #jyou kidou #jou kido #joe kido #digimon #fanfiction #fanart #my doodles #challenge #writing #slight jyoumato hint #jyoumato #joumato

[lovecanbesostrange]

ouattober2023 Day 7: Fav Side Chara

Mulan (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

I think Once Upon A Time has an embarrassment of riches when it comes to great characters everywhere. I may not be a fan of a lot of the way romances got handled, and I have opinions about the untapped potential left and right, but the characters we got to witness are pretty amazing. That's why even when I didn't care about the larger plot, I always had fun with this show. So many cool characters. But making me pick one who left an impact on me with not much screentime (well, at least I have 12 eps) and had me screaming for more - it's Mulan. Of course she does have the advantage of having one of the best animated Disney Princess movies.

Although that's a funny thing here. Where known fairytales got a little twist here and there, Mulan's backstory isn't really touched upon. She wears her armor, is a well-trained soldier/warrior and now travels a lot. It's like "we know you know the movie, let's get on". The one re-occuring thing we get is this fabulous moment when she takes off her helmet and people go "omg you're a girl" and she gets to correct them "woman". A+ Being viewed as a dude and if not getting underestimated is her thing.

An outstanding moment I love about Mulan? In 2x06 Tallahassee Emma tells her to cut down the beanstalk should she not be back within ten hours and also to do everything to get Snow back home to Storybrooke. It's the classic situation doing something dangerous while the clock is ticking. And usually a hero will be like "five more minutes", everything is very close. But we need moments of real tension to undercut the usual. And Mulan is so perfect for this. Because she will honor this agreement to the letter. She is one to ask to follow difficult orders. Snow actually does tackle her to the ground and yes, Emma arrives a few minutes late, then all is fine. But this is the cornerstone of Mulan as a character - give her a task, she will do it, with everything she has. It could even be something detriment to her own happiness or well-being. A character trait that can be a strength and a flaw at the same time. The range! We could have seen this later on if Mulan had stayed. She could have been a person to side with "the reasonable option" against the group of hope-loving heroes even.

That doesn't mean Mulan is uncaring. We got to witness how she fell in love with Aurora, we know she has a soft side. Sure, she protected Aurora, because she promised Philip to take care of her, but that situation became very personal. And omg that scene when Mulan gives Aurora her heart back... has any heart been placed back with such care? Such a sensual scene!

It's soul-crushing they kinda did this to Mulan twice. Robbing her of finding love, watching on as somebody under a Sleeping Curse gets True Love's Kiss, never experiencing that magic herself. But apart from that, when she gets her heart crushed (only figuratevily) in 3x03 Quite a Common Fairy and announces she'd join Robin Hood's band - I did hope she would. She could have been an excellent addition. Especially since the Merry Men could have used more to do (just like the dwarves). That would have been such a fun mix and overall a great way to eventually get Mulan to Storybrooke. That ep did make it clear that Robin would have a bigger role, attaching Mulan to him seemed logical.

I also like that Mulan's first instinct is to not trust people. She sees Neal, she recognized the style of clothing and she is suspicious (great contrast to Aurora's reaction). But Neal wins her over and boom, once Mulan is in your side, you can relax. Such a good partner for whatever errand you have to run. Which is why it makes sense that when Ruby asks if Mulan wants to join her on a search for werewolves, Mulan says yes. (Not like she has anything better to do.) Mulan craves a purpose. Imagine somebody would have introduced her to colorful textmarkers and color-coded itineraries. Belle showed her how useful information out of a book can be, they could have solved more situations together.

#ouattober2023 #OUaT #OUaT Mulan #clearly doomed to a life of thirdwheeling only... #(Merida will find a position for her if she'd only asked - you can read that however you want)

[herzlak]

Tatort Dortmund: Cash (REWATCH)

second time trauma :)

one thing about jan is, dass er in jeder szene entweder aussieht als würd er gleich heulen oder als wär er auf drogen

okay stopp hatte der fussballer n pride schweissband?

JA OMG! here's to tortmund's gay hint tradition

"was du heute kannst entsorgen" und dann cut to jan pawlak is my favourite thing about cash

triggert mich so hart, dass jan rosas anruf wegdrückt... like girl, du hast echt NICHTS aus liebe mich gelernt

dieser kleine ktuler mit der "ich hab schon ganze zwei neue neue deutsche welle songs geschrieben" frisur ist scho cute

"ach??" "wirklich???" "wir gehen!!!!" ROSA I LOVE YOU

to quote my bestie "jan ist wie so n nerviges kleines kind, dass dich dauernd fragt, ob du spiele auf deim handy hast"

finds so lustig, dass ihnen nach drei jahren mal wieder eingefallen ist, dass rosa ja mikromimik lesen kann

"aufmachen! polizei!" HALT DEIN MAUL JAN DU UNLUSTIGER SAFTSACK

NIEMAND würd dich vermissen!!! *proceeds to miss jan very much*

"und noch n zwanni fürn automaten" OH MEIN GOTT SEI EINFACH LEISE

der macht mich so aggressiv der pawlak

okay aber als ob jan so ne musik hört

für mich hört der mac miller und ekkstacy

schatzi, der jan greift dauernd leute tätlich an, der hat nora geschubst, der hat ella und rosa und auch dich am arm gepackt

"fick dich" lol king

fabers ermittlungstaktik isses einfach seine enemies anzuschwulen

"was ich privat mache" als wär seine arbeit nur so n hobby nebenbei junge

counting "pferderennen" as masken reference

spuckt der auch noch aufn boden ey

wollnsiemichverarschenoderwas?!?!

allein wegen jan gibt's jetzt immer klare sprache version vom tatort

ok "aber an mir lässt sies aus" hab ich definitiv überhört letztes mal

"können wir nich abhauen?" auch

wenn jan zumindest körperlich anwesend wär

wieso isn rosas pinker textmarker eigentlich in jan stiftehalter?

mir egal was die enraged boomers sagen, ich finds ganz toll, dass rosa gendert

und, dass faber es versucht lol

so süß wie sie in der ecke steht und sich die nase reibt like "hihi :)"

ich hab rosa einfach so lieb, es is unreal

missed opportunity, dass rosa und faber sich nicht den ball zugepasst haben

sevilla, digga.

counting the "hey" as heile welt ref-

"meister :D"

"was sachste?" "was sachter?"

"den ess ich noch" FABER I LOVE YOU

ich LIEBE diese parallelen bei den verhören im dortmund tatort, die sagen immer irgendwas, was man auch aufs ermittlerteam beziehen kann

ey rosas erste frage ist "hast du was mit der?" UND DANN BIN ICH VERRÜCKT, WENN ICH HERZLAK SHIPPE?

dieses lila colour grading in der szene........

now kiss!

was soll denn jan für überstunden abfeiern??

drehbuch so: *rosa relieved "endlich isser weg" exhale*, dann *rosa ptsd "fuck ich werd wieder verlassen" exhale*

finds ganz wundervoll, wie oft wir in cash rosas dutt von hinten sehen

important fact: rosa ist irgendwann nach liebe mich umgezogen

faber einfach die therapeuten pipeline hingelegt

macht mich soo glücklich wie rosa da so sau wütend auf das auto einschlägt :>

verständlich, dass das steffi liebste szene war

"ich teil halt gern mit meinen freunden" mhm

okay wait, ist des das zweite mal, dass jan sich blöd verplappert hat und deshalb noch wer ermordet wird? zorn parallel?

cash ist echt ne einzige parallele, i love it

"turteltäubchen" AND THEN YOU EXPECT ME NOT TO SHIP THEM-

faber so: get in line, ich hab schon viele leute wütend gemacht

rosa ist so richtig schön zickig in cash, ich liebs so sehr

bin immer noch der meinung, dass jan trotzdem abgerutscht ist und das nicht alles gespielt war

seriously, guckt ihn an, der lappen kann niemals so gut schauspielern

"frau dingenskirchen" <3

"wir sind immer noch ein team" rosa, nein :/

funfact: rosas sweatshirtjacke ist die von jan aus tollwut, sie hatse nur versehentlich zur grünen wäsche

(funfact: der funfact war gelogen)

hol den baseball schläger, fabermaus!

nimm den baseball schläger mit, rosamaus!!!

dünnes eis, iramaus

die is so kackendreist die frau

"weinen hilft nicht" doch???

hachhh jan mit rosas armband <3

andere seniorinnen häkeln oder machen kreuzworträtsel, britta zeigt wöchentlich ihren schwiegersohn an

"wenn du hilfe brauchst, dann..." :(

tut schon weh, wie lieb jan sie anlächelt

alles an dieser szene tut weh tbh

steffi und rick spielen einfach zu gut :<

rosa sieht aus als hätt sie die halbe nacht geheult :|

sie guckt so süß aawwww!! :3

okay graf tot, abakay eingekastelt, wen soll faber jetzt anschwulen?

die tatsache, dass die klasnic ihren kaffee mit deM STIEL VON NER GABEL UMRÜHRT

dass jan n armband von rosa dabei hat, bedeutet mir scho so n bissl die welt <3

gps. hat sie gesehen. mädel, du wirst auch noch kommissarin

honestly, ich will in fünfzehn jahren jana giesel irgendwo als lead role im tatort sehen, die spielt jetzt schon so toll

HALT DIE FRESSE MIT SEVILLA JAN DU DISAPPOINTMENT AUF ZWEI BEINEN

ich hoffe er kriegt fett sonnenbrand der elende vampir

und ich hoffe, er kommt irgendwann wieder zurück für die allerletzte folge :(((

nächste folge wissen wir dann nicht, wen wir zuerst mitm baseball schläger kloppen - die klasnic, matuschek, haller oder die bütow

(am besten alle, weil gewalt ist therapeutisch wie wir gelernt haben)

#Tatort #Tatort Dortmund #jan pawlak #rosa herzog #Peter faber #ira klasnic #mia pawlak #Tatort cash

[touteytout]

im making a csp color set with copic marker swatches and the way some of these colors are sorted/ the colors themselves are genuinely baffling.

first of all the "official" swatches (which i assume are also the colors used for the marker caps) are WAY off most of the time, theyre far too light....

also, in theory, the colors go darker the higher their number is but sometimes theres just one shade in there thats almost darker than the last shade or its a completely different color entierely!!!!!! like V0000 - V09 is warm purple tones but for Whatever reason V04 is this insanely saturated textmarker ass fuchsia??? or sometimes its the same color 2 or 3 times in row like G05 - G09.....

Last Of All sometimes nothing makes sense... why would they do RV32 Shadow Pink, RV34 Dark Pink, RV42 Salmon Pink, and go on with RV5x like why is RV42 on its own im sure it could have went into a color sequence (theres literally two other colors that also have salmon in their name) also its way to red for the whole RV (red Violet) range........

second last of all: E0000-E02 are all very light peachy tones, then E04 is this muted pink liver sausage color, and E07-E09 are really rich reddish brown tones.... why are all of these in a sequence together!!!!

#this has pissed me of almost ten years now like i “”“”only“”“” have about 100 copics and i Hand Picked all of them (didnt buy a set) #and still theres about 15? markers in there that a either useless bc theyre exactly the same as other ones OR #bc its a completely different shade from the color chart....... #im losing it

[frau-heuferscheidt]

Update März 2023

Hier bin ich. Immer noch. Mit viel zu wenig Zeit, viel zu vielen viel zu realen Problemen und viel zu vielen Ideen.

Also, here we go…

Ponyhof-Klaas meets Tierarzt-Joko (AU)

Wie der Name schon sagt: Pferdehof-Betreiber Klaas hat sich mit seinem - manchmal recht einsamen - Leben auf dem Hof eigentlich ganz gut arrangiert. Aber der Landtierarzt, der hat schon was…

Selbsterklärend - und ziemlich platt. Kann aber bestimmt süß sein, zwischen Fix, Pumuckl und Männern in Reitstiefeln. Ich hab keine Ahnung von Pferden - aber vielleicht mag ja jemand anderes?

Die Sache mit den Halligen (AU)

Klaas ist abgehauen. Weit weg. Und Joko ist eigentlich nur kurz dort im Auftrag des Stromanbieters dort, um den Zähler abzulesen - weil Klaas den Zettel verbummelt hat, mit dem er das schon längst online hätte erledigen können. Aber just in dem Moment - Planung war eben noch nie Jokos Stärke - kommt eine Sturmflut und setzt die beiden dort für x Tage fest…

Ihr merkt, es ist nicht zu Ende gedacht, daher ganz viel Platz für eure eigenen Ideen: Kannten sie sich vielleicht vorher schon? Oder lernen sich erst kennen? Wie kriegt Joko den Einsiedlerkrebs Klaas aus der Reserve? Fühlt euch frei…

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Let‘s face it: Ich habe zu viele Ideen. Und zu wenig Zeit.

Deshalb gebe ich einige davon jetzt mal frei - da, wo das alles her kommt, gibt es noch mehr. Will euch aber nicht erschlagen, und bei manchen weiß ich auch noch nicht, ob ich sie nicht doch selbst schreiben möchte. Irgendwann mal, wohlgemerkt. In den nächsten 100 Jahren dann…

Fühlt euch also hier erst mal frei - und reicht auch gerne eure „überschüssigen“ Ideen bei mir ein. Sammeln schadet ja erst mal nicht, ne?

Ansonsten gibt es auch bei @minarjosefine noch einige Prompts, die nicht vergeben sind. Schaut unbedingt auch dort noch mal vorbei!

JK Prompts

AU‘s

Klassentreffen-AU

Klassentreffen. Zehn Jahre später, zurück in der Heimatstadt. Und wirklich, Klaas wusste nicht, wie Mark es geschafft hatte, ihn hierzu zu überreden – denn er hasste jetzt schon alles. Allen voran den viel zu lauten, viel zu aufdringlichen Typen, den er schon seit ihrer gemeinsamen Schulzeit hasste. Und den alle anderen mochten, aus welchen Gründen auch immer. Mit dem er noch nie was gemeinsam hatte. Oder etwa doch?

Eine AU, klar. Unterbringen kann man hier sicher die halbe Florida, und auch sonst ist man völlig frei – was ist damals passiert, mochten sie sich vielleicht insgeheim immer schon, und was führt dazu, dass die alte Rivalität plötzlich ins Gegenteil umschlägt?

Rockstar-AU

Klaas, junger, aufstrebender Musiker mit eigener Band, trifft am Anfang seiner Karriere auf den Nachwuchs-Musikjournalisten Joko – der die Band von nun an über die Jahre begleitet, von den kleinen Clubs bis auf die großen Bühnen. On-/Off-Beziehung von JK inklusive.

Auch hier kriegt man sicher wieder eine Menge Floridianer unter. Und Reisen. Und Drama. Fühlt euch frei!

Klaas als Musiker und Joko als sein Manager: „Deine Melodie in mir“ von @alwaysklako - absolute Empfehlung!

30er-Deal

Joko und Klaas, Anfang 20, Singles, beste Freunde, schließen nach einer betrunkenen Sommernacht einen Deal: Wenn sie an Klaas‘ 30tem Geburtstag beide immer noch nicht verheiratet sind, heiraten sie sich gegenseitig. So weit, so gut – bis besagter Tag immer näher rückt…

Selbsterklärend, denke ich. Und auch irgendwie gefühlt schon oft genug da gewesen. Aber vielleicht mag sich einer dem Fluff ja trotzdem annehmen…?!

Anwalts-AU

Klaas, jüngster Partner einer großen Kanzlei in den letzten 10 Jahren, organisiert, strukturiert, diszipliniert, ist genervt – und zwar maximal. Von wem? Von diesem unsäglichen, chaotischen Kollegen, der in seinen bunten Anzügen aussieht wie ein Textmarker. Und der, obwohl er im Gerichtssaal immer gegen ihn gewinnen möchte, anschließend trotzdem ungefragt immer wieder in sein Büro platzt, ihm Kaffee und Toffifees mitbringt und selbst Klaas‘ Sekretärin um den Finger wickelt. Und seine Kollegen. Und die Auszubildende. Klaas begreift es nicht. Wirklich nicht. Und zu allem Überfluss müssen sie dann auch noch zusammen arbeiten…

Das hatte ich mal vor Augen, aber schlussendlich wollte „Aww“ dann mit mir in eine ganz andere Richtung. Auch hier ist viel offen: gleiche Kanzlei oder nicht, woher kommt der gemeinsame Fall…man könnte aus Klaas übrigens auch einen guten Staatsanwalt machen (das Verhältnis von Anwälten untereinander ist oft schon problembehaftet, mit Staatsanwälten wird es dann aber schnell richtig schwierig). Auch hier Platz für Fluff, Drama, oder was immer ihr wollt. Ich habe es nicht in die Tastatur gekriegt – auch wenn JK in Anzügen definitiv einen Reiz haben!

Eine sehr gute AU mit Klaas als Anwalt läuft übrigens aktuell: „Gefangen“ von thruthedoomdays, lest sie unbedingt! Weihnachtsfeier-AU(?!)

Joko und Klaas – sie mögen sich nicht. Überhaupt nicht. Im Gegenteil. Was sie aber nicht davon abhält, jedes Jahr nach der Weihnachtsfeier im gleichen Bett aufzuwachen.

Kann als AU geschrieben werden. Oder auch nicht, mit Blick auf die frühen JK-Jahre und die Rivalen-Fassade. Ich hab den Vorschlag schon mal bei Minar eingereicht, mag ihn hier aber auch noch mal anbieten. Kann man bestimmt als Oneshot schreiben, wahrscheinlich aber auch als Kurzgeschichte. Wer keine Lust mehr auf Weihnachten hat, kann aus der Weihnachtsfeier auch das Sommerfest machen..

Trauzeugen-AU

Joko hat ein kleines Designer-Label, gemeinsam mit seinen Freunden Paul und Matthias. Und die ehrenvolle Aufgabe, für seinen besten Freund Jakob den Trauzeugen zu spielen. Und wirklich, Joko liebt Jakob, aber dessen Ansprüche sind vollkommen unverhältnismäßig. So hat Joko bald nicht nur einen Laden zu führen, sondern auch einen Junggesellenabschied zu planen, Torten zu verköstigen, Deko auszusuchen und – als ob es nicht alles schon genug wäre – nicht nur den Bräutigam, sondern auch die restlichen Trauzeugen einzukleiden. Ja, auch den kleinen Mann mit den ozeanblauen Augen, der ihn unnötig nervös macht. Schöner Mist aber auch.

Selbsterklärend, denke ich. Wenig Platz für Drama, viel Platz für Flirts und Fluff.

Real JK

Die Sache mit dem Ring-Gate

August 2022. Hochzeiten in Kalabrien, am Tegernsee und auf Ibiza. Und unsere beiden Oberdullies mittendrin.

Ihr merkt, hier habe ich gar keinen richtigen Plot – fühlt euch frei. Was ist passiert? Haben sie sich am Ende doch gegenseitig geheiratet? Oder war der Ring ein zweifelhaft-sentimentales Hochzeitsgeschenk von Klaas?

Hier geht vom Fluff der gegenseitigen Hochzeit bis zum Drama der unerfüllten, ewig einseitigen Liebe glaube ich alles. Bei mir würde es nur unnötig ausarten – also, fühlt euch frei, daraus zu machen, was immer ihr wollt. Ergänzt werden könnte die Storyline durch den Samsung-Stream, Joko bei LNB und der Fernsehpreis-Verleihung – theoretisch zumindest.

Die Sache mit dem Testament

Herbst 2022. Eine JKP7-Strafe. So weit, so unspektakulär. Nur die Sache mit dem Testament, die kommt Joko noch Tage später komisch vor. Natürlich, Klaas steht auch in seinem. Aus beruflichen und privaten Gründen. Aber was zur Hölle bedeutet es, dass es umgekehrt auch der Fall ist? Betrifft sicher nur die Firma. Zumindest redet er sich das ein. Und erzählt Matthias das auch so am Telefon. Der ihn daraufhin auslacht. Und ehe er sich versieht, sitzt Joko im Auto und ist auf dem Weg nach Berlin…

Auch hier: Nicht zu Ende gedacht, aber vielleicht mögt ihr das ja für mich übernehmen. Hier ist glaube ich auch wieder viel möglich. Ich hänge immer noch an diesem Gespräch, an dieser Selbstverständlichkeit, diesem offensichtlichen Vertrauen. Und diesem „ich müsste erst mal mein Leben aufräumen.“ So. Und jetzt ihr.

Im weitesten Sinne passt auch die U-Boot-FF „Time doesn’t love you like I love you“ von @galli-halli hierzu - große Empfehlung, bitte unbedingt lesen!

Die Sache mit der Co-Schwangerschaft

Okay, ja, albern. Aber auch irgendwie zu charmant und lustig , um es liegen zu lassen – zumindest behauptet das mein Kopf. Und, meine persönliche Erfahrung sagt: Es gibt wenig, was anstrengender ist, als co-schwangere Männer. Ob Leihmutterschaft oder Adoption, die Vorbereitungen laufen. Diskussionen über Vorhänge, notwendige und unnötige Anschaffungen, und natürlich darüber, wer wie lange Elternzeit nimmt.

Ja ja, albern. Aber für nen fluffigen Oneshot könnte es reichen. Wer das Hundekind mit unterbringt, kriegt noch einen Keks obendrauf! (Und ja, diese Gespräche in einer bestimmten Gruppe haben meinem Hirn wohl wirklich nicht gut getan. Mag euch trotzdem!)

Vielleicht mag ja jemand von euch?!

Wir lesen uns! 💕

[chaosorganizer]

NaClyoHo - day 5 Today! I will only sort and store my silly amount of pens in the fancy cigar boxes. Mainly to get an overview on what I have. So I dont impulsebuy my fifth golden textmarker or something,

#NaClyoHo #cigarboxes are so good!

[lady-of-imladris]

Soft asks! Golden, freckles, velvet!

Hiii <3

golden - favorite stationary product?

The pilot G2-07 gel pen, and also my pastel textmarkers because I organize my classes by colour, so I don't go "ah shit, my math homework", I go "ah shit. ORANGE" 😂😂

freckles - most-worn article of clothing?

Black Tanktops! When it's warmer than 22°C outside, that's what I'll be wearing

velvet - who was your first crush?

I can't really remember but I think probably my childhood best friend, we spent a lot of time together because our moms are friends, but we kinda just grew apart. I still find him very attractive (and he was also kinda my first kiss)

#somebird <3 #thank you for the asks

[fckmepls3]

I’m literally laying in bed with a textmarker in my c*nt right now and clothespins on my tits. I’m so horny, someone please tell me more things to shove up my c*nt or ither degrading and/or horny things i could do

[rebe90]

Mein selbstgemachtes Mandala, bestehend aus einer ausgeschnittenen Textmarker-Probe.

Es trägt den Titel "Leben mit Liebe", welcher meine Tante mit 85 Jahren diesem Bild verliehen hat. Ich bin sehr stolz!

#art journaling #drawing #doodles #Leben mit Liebe #Art #mandala art

[littlelemontarte]

pros about the kit design they went with: clear connection to bvb, it's not textmarker neon

cons about the kit design they went with: literally everything else, i'm sorry

#borussia dortmund #three other kits had a much more stylish idea how to incorporate the connection to the city into their kit design 😭

[minimoonbunny]

Lunchbreak sketches at work. Somewhat off color for Fizz, but textmarkers are everything I have at work... X.X

#hazbin hotel #fizzarolli #helluva fanart #helluva boss #helluva fizzarolli #my art stuff