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Look Me in The Eye... by Shawneigh

Is this Tom's eye? oh god I hope it is, is it wierd that i an recognize him from just that? anyway critique time, are you really twelve...

Captain America 2013l by BrianTyson

I am a huge fan of all things Marvel so I like the whole concept in general. I think it could use a little more clean-up with the lines...

Tom Hiddleston 4 by 7-Year-Bytch

3 stars for vision: i think you easily got across the subject of the portrait without a doubt but i also don't think it was a challengi...


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“Hey, (Y/N)?” Called Dean, forcing you to look up from your novel, “I’ve got a lead on a few Vamps about 40 miles from here. Sammy and I are going to gank them and we’ll be back before too late.”  

“Can’t I go with you? I can wait in the car and just come if you need me or something, or I can scout it out or-”

“No, absolutely not.” His voice was gruff and confident, it broached no argument. Besides, you were on temporary hunting ban. You had gotten pretty whipped by a Wendigo, broken bones in your left fore-arm, detrimental blood-loss, 49 stitches between your shoulder and  lower back, and a sore ass. Well, that last part was from Dean, he had punished you just as soon as you had been patched up. ‘One for every stitch’ he had said.

“Be careful!” You called after him.

“Don’t you worry about me, Baby Girl.” Of course you were going to worry about him. “Hold down the bunker for me okay? I’ll see you tonight.”

“Okay Daddy.” He gave you a stiff squeeze and a kiss on the forehead before heading out, you looked at the clock 9am.

11.30am: You finished your novel and made lunch.

1pm: Checked your phone, nothing.

4pm: Possibly Found a case, still nothing.

6pm: Made dinner for yourself and saved some for the boys, still nothing.

9pm: How late is ‘too late’.

11pm: They should be back.

12am: Something is wrong.

1am: Something is definitely wrong.

By 2 am you’ve packed a bag and set up your GPS to link up to Dean’s cell phone signal. You dig around in the rubbish drawer of the kitchen, searching for your keys. You hadn’t driven the mustang since you started hunting with the boys. Why the hell did the boys have so many seemingly random keys? Finally, you find the key. You sling the bag over your shoulder and head outside, tugging the tarp from the mustang. Tossing the duffle in the back, you climb in the front and lock the GPS onto the signal. Not Far, an hour away at most.

You had thought you’d be tired by now, given the time of night, but no, all the adrenaline in your system kept you more than awake. You pulled up about twenty feet behind the Impala and hopped out, dipping your knife in Dead man’s blood. You carry the knife in your good hand and a small UV light in the other (a trick you had taught the boys). Slowly, you creep around the side of what you assume was an old, abandon hotel.  It looks like it had never been occupied really; construction materials still litter the lot.

As you make your way through the desolate building, you find the first body, strung up in a shower, blood draining from now empty veins in her arms and throat. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think it was a Djinn. You hear a commotion above you, and immediately break into a sprint, hitting the stairs in a matter of seconds. As you reach the next floor, you take a moment to calm your breathing before kicking through the door, only to be pinned to the floor.

The knife scatters to the floor and the light rolls back into the stairwell. You twist and roll out from under the monster, feeling a painful tug in your shoulder as a few of the stitches rip out. You pull a second knife, this one just plain silver, and slash at your attacker.

“Ah shit!” he spits, having been nicked by the knife. But that sounded like-

“Dean?!” you gasp. Please let it be Dean.

“(Y/N).” He responds after a moment of quiet.

“Dean? You okay?” You hear from further down the hall. Sam. “Is it another Djinn?” You knew something was fishy with that earlier scene.

“Yeah, I’m good.” He stands up and gives you a hand up, helping you gather your equipment from the floor “(y/n) is here.”

“(y/n)?!” Sam sounds shocked, you’re sure you look shocked when he shines the bright light in your face too. “Holy Shit. What are you doing here?”

“I thought you guys were in trouble.” You answer. “It wasn’t a vamp was it? It was Djinn?”

“Yep, it’s clear now though.” Sam responds, lowering the light. “I think your shoulder’s bleeding again though.” Yeah, no shit.

“Did you drive the mustang?” dean asks, not needing an answer. “Give Sam the keys, we’ll take the impala.”

“I can drive.” You try to argue, knowing you’re going to get an earful on the way home.
“No.” Dean growls back. “You can’t.” You roll your eyes and begrudgingly toss the keys to Sam as you head back to the first floor with Dean on your heels.

Sam drives the mustang back as you sit in the back of the Impala. Dean says nothing as he re-stitches the upper part of your shoulder. “Dean, I-“

“Don’t.” He interrupts, obviously angry. Him not talking, that’s when it was really bad. The calm before the storm. The whole ride home is like that, You sitting there, staring at your lap, and dean, white knuckling the wheel, his gaze on the road the entire time. When you get back to the bunker, the mustang is already there. You both get out of the car, Dean closing the door with a noticeable amount of force. Your eyes search his face, but find nothing, so you walk into the bunker with your eyes cast downward.  Seeing as it was almost 5 am at this point you went into the bedroom, to try and get some sleep. As you get to the dresser, you hear the door click shut and lock behind you.

You turn to see Dean, his pupils dilated and his eyes following you like a predator stalking prey. “Dean?”
Look Me in The Eye... by Shawneigh
Is this Tom's eye? oh god I hope it is, is it wierd that i an recognize him from just that?

anyway critique time, are you really twelve? holy crap chica!

Vision 4.5- I like the base idea, I'd be really impressed if you didn't use a reference but surely you did yeah? anyway you got it down if it is Tom, because i got that right away.

Originality 3- like I said the picture is really good but it's a persons eye, so I mean it's not very original. these are just constantly all over the internet so, yeah, not very original, sorry.

Technique 4- So it's digital, which I usually find is easier than classical and there are so many shortcuts that it's just almost too easy.

Impact 5- I immediately got it and the iris is stunning as well as the definition so 5 yeah.

keep on doing art, you're really good at it.
A/N: So I recently saw Guardians of the Galaxy and it was pretty good. I came out of the theater with a new ship, Star Lord x Gamora. I also thought that it would be super cute if they got together and sometime in the future had a child, which Gamora names after her sister, and she gets her middle name from Peter’s Mum.  Of course when there child asks for a story Papa Peter tells her about the 5 Guardians the saved the Galaxy.


After traveling across the galaxy time and time again, the guardians decided that it was time to take a break. Drax ‘the Destroyer’ left to become a cage fighter, one of the best in the galaxy for that matter. Rocket and Groot went back to doing what they do best, bounty hunting. Meanwhile, Gamora and Peter bought a house on Nova and started a family. Baby Nebula Meredith Quill had her father’s fire red hair and her mother’s greenish complexion. Most days she was a very well behaved baby, but sometimes she had trouble going to sleep at night. On those nights, Papa Peter would hold her in his arms and tell her stories of the five heroes.

Gamora had just slipped into her night dress when Baby Nebula began to cry in the other room. She looked to Peter, her eyes silently begging him to take care of the baby. “Peter…” she pleaded to him, rubbing her temples gently.

“I’ll take care of her, my warrior queen.” Peter sighed as he planted a small kiss on Gamora’s forehead and climbed out from under the sheets. He shuffled into the next room and turned on the lamp, picking up Nebula in his arms. “Hush now baby. Do you want Papa to tell you a story?” He mused softly, rocking the baby in his arms. “A long time ago, there were five brave warriors; an indestructible man, a little raccoon, a selfless tree spirit, a gorgeous warrior, and a brave Star Lord.” The baby hushed, blinking up at her papa.

“This story again?” Gamora teased, wrapping her arms around her husband’s waist from behind and stretching up on her toes to rest her head against his shoulder. Baby Nebula grinned and giggled as she saw her Mummy.

“They weren’t always the good guys. In fact, they were never one hundred percent the good guys.” He continues, undisturbed by his wife. “They saved people, colonies, countries, even whole worlds. They were the Guardians of the Galaxy. They saved Nova, and all the people here, that’s how they got their reputation. That was one of the greatest battles they ever fought. Their tree friend sacrificed himself for them; he came back though, eventually. And when the Infinity stone threatened to destroy the Star Lord, they all came together. They all suffered a great pain in order to manifest the strength they needed to defeat the evil Ronan.”

“But it was worth it to save the lives of so many.” Added Gamora, her voice quiet as the baby began to close her eyes.

“That it was.” Peter smiled sadly. “They were honored by Nova Command for their selfless bravery and strength.”

“It was also then that the warrior realized her love for the Star Lord.” Gamora nuzzled Peter’s neck as he leaned to set Baby Nebula back into her cradle.

“You never told me that.” He said quietly as he wrapped his hands around his love’s waist.

“Wasn’t it obvious?” She kisses him softly, leading him back to their room. “How much I loved you? How much I still do?”


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Hello, I am Karizuki (Pen Name), I write requests, fan-fictions, songs, poems, character x reader, smutt, fluff, and tons of other stuff

So the final chapter/lemon of Lovely Affair was in it's final stages of editing when it got deleted.

I haven't had the moral to continue work on it and I know you guys are really excited for it.

I've final gotten enough Moral to re-start the chapter and It's coming along well.

I'm sorry you guys I've just been really busy and stressed and everything.

I hope to get it published no later than the 20th of this month.

I will also be doing a bonus Epilogue chapter because I've been so bad at publishing regularly.


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StarStruckAngel711 Featured By Owner Dec 10, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the fav!
Rosebud278 Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2013  Student Writer
Happy early birthday! I gave you a llama! :llama:
Karizuki Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks hun! that's not my real birthday though haha i didn't say anything
Rosebud278 Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2013  Student Writer
Not your first account, not your really birthday, at least your fanfiction is good :)
Karizuki Featured By Owner Aug 15, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
;P yeah sorry 'bout that

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Rosebud278 Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2013  Student Writer
Hi! I'm Rosebud. Welcome to dA. So you listen to Panic! At the Disco? I love them! Do you listen to my chemical romance? I absolutely love their album Welcome to the Black Parade.
Who is your favorite avenger? I generally love Loki, but I don't think he counts... XD
I have recently started to watch BBC Sherlock, and I rather enjoyed it. The characters are awesome! Are you going to to continue with that Sherlock fanfic that you wrote? I really liked reading that!
Well I hope you feel welcome here. (Sorry if this sounds cheesy, but I saw that you were newer here or whatever, so I thought I would say welcome. I usually don't do this, but for some reason, I feel obliged. XD Don't mind me, I'm just blabbing now. You can just ignore this.) That's all. Bye for now :D
Karizuki Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
My My, so many questions. I'll just go down the list i suppose. Yes i love panic at the disco and I do listen MCR. Loki is absolutely perfect but because he isn't technically an avenger I'll have to pick Bruce Banner (love me some brucie :P). Yes, I hope to continue the Fic that i recently posted. Also This is an Alternate account that I use for the sole purpose of posting my writings, so i am not actually new, but thank you for your kind note!
Rosebud278 Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2013  Student Writer
Awesome! And I love all te avengers pretty much, but I don't ship any of them together. That's just me though. And I'm happy to hear that! I really liked it!
And I though t that this was an alternative account. I totally guessed that! XD but you never know, ya know?
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