Ik I barely active here, but I just wanna share bunch of art and doodles of my Ninjago OC, cause why not. I dont think I showed any on tumblr before.
Here a lil facts about him
> He is Skylor's half brother (mom's side)
> was trained as an ass4ssins by Chen for almost half of his life
> He left Chen's island before the tournaments started
> Alvey and Skylor reunited after crystallized and thats where he met Kai for the first time
> Took interest with Kai first (its OC x Canon)
> Pretty skill in almost everything, doesnt inherit any elementals power (it falls under Skylor's instead)
> His style in outfit is a softboy type, considering it was opposites of his ex-job
>Much more calm and collected, very observant
PROOF-READ CREDIT TO: @waiting-makes-me-antsy Thank you!!
Albert/Davey UNREQUITED, prequel to Goodbye Don't Last Forever
kinda angsty, enjoy.
David was lost. Completely and totally lost. How was he supposed to carry on when the center of his world just up and left without a word to him?
He didn't really know how to cope long term, but he knew that a visit to his best friend's house might just help.
Ever since Francis left David (a year ago), David and Albert had become the closest of friends (except for Race and Albert, but Race was off in Australia being an impressive dancer). The two were almost inseparable. Seeing one or the other alone was a rare occurrence which was usually met by some sort of joke about how joint at the hip the two boys were.
So David was on his way to Albert's apartment in January, wearing flannel sweatpants and a sweatshirt with a cute snake drawing on the front (Albert gave it to him). It was cold, and snowy, and he regretted not putting on a coat or a hat or anything, but it wasn't far to Albert's place.
By the time David knocked on the door, he thought he was going to die of the cold, but Albert saw him and immediately pulled him into the apartment and handed him a blanket.
"Dave, are you alright?" Albert asked, taking a seat next to him on the couch.
"No." David leaned sideways onto Albert, burying his face in his shoulder.
"Oh, come here." Albert put an arm around David. "You need to get drunk."
"Yeah I do."
...
Several hours (they think) later, the two are flat-out wasted.
David got honest when he got drunk, and never remembered anything afterwards, and Albert just got crazy (and maybe a little more confident).
"What if she was the only one I was meant to be with?" David asked.
"She wasn't." Albert laughed like it was the silliest thing he'd ever heard.
"But nobody could love me like I thought she did."
"But I love you." Albert's smile spread across his face. "You're my best friend."
"But don't people in love kiss? And boys can't kiss boys."
"I've kissed boys."
"Oh."
The boys fell silent, and then Albert burst into laughter again.
"What's so funny?" David asked (but he was smiling).
"Would you kiss me if I was a girl?"
"I would kiss anything if it were Francis."
"So pretend I'm her, then. It'll make you feel better to kiss someone."
"But-"
Albert cut Davey off with a deep, drunk kiss on the mouth.
And Davey liked it.
Davey wanted more of that feeling.
So he kissed back.
He could do whatever he wanted, he decided. It wasn't like there was anyone to tell him no, except for Albert who had initiated the kiss.
Very quickly, the kiss turned into more. Shirts unbuttoned, hands in hair, and the possibility of several purple marks to appear in the morning.
"Should we keep going?" Albert asked.
Davey blamed it on the fact that he was drunk that he said yes.
...
David woke up not in his bed. Albert's bed, he knew, from the many times he'd slept over.
David immediately felt guilty wash over him. Had he seriously kicked Albert out of his own bet just to fuck some girl that was not even there anymore? He didn’t really know, he couldn’t really remember, but it was fairly obvious in his mind that he had fucked someone. And Albert didn't do well with change in routine, Davey knew that. He was feeling worse and worse about it the more he thought, so he made a move to get up and go apologize.
The headache was not good as he stood up out of the bed and headed into the kitchen area of the apartment.
“Sorry for taking up your bed last night Al.”
“Doesn’t bother me.” Albert smiled. He handed David a glass of water and two ibuprofen pills. “This might help a bit.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
“So. Uhm. Happen to know the identity of the girl I slept with in your bed last night or…”
Something flashed across Alberts face. Hurt. But he picked up quickly with a laugh.
“You should be asking who the guy was.”
“The… A guy?”
“Yessir.”
“Okay so uh who was this potential guy that I-“
Albert pressed a quick kiss to the tip of David’s nose, quieting him.
“Hi there.” He said with a little smile.
(Albert was dying inside. He wasn't this forward. He wasn't this confident. He wasn't this person who was flirting shamelessly with his best friend.)
“Oh.”
“Is that… is that okay?”
“Al, I… I didn’t even know- But I don’t even remember it so how am I supposed to know what it felt like? I don’t-“
“I could kiss you again.”
“What?”
“I said I could kiss you again.”
David didn’t respond, so Albert just cupped his face in his hands and kissed him.
Pulling away after a moment, David blinked. “Is that what that’s supposed to feel like? I never- it was never like that with her.”
“Good way or bad way?”
“Good.”
“Well, Dave. It must be really confusing for ya, all this. But… I’d like to help you along the way, if you’ll accept?"
"I don't think... Al, I don't think I can. I don't think I love you like that and I'm sorry-"
"That's alright, Davey. It is what it is."
...
Albert kept a smile on his face for two more hours while Davey hung around in his apartment awkwardly, too tired to walk himself home yet.
Albert, who was majorly stressed out, would have offered to walk him home. But, he didn't want to seem rude, and he didn't want to face the outside world with its flashing lights and loud noises and people bumping into him every five seconds.
As soon as Davey left, though, everything came crashing down.
Albert was stupid. Stupid to have done what he did. Stupid to have hoped that it would work out.
Mostly, though, he was stupid for falling in love with his best friend.
It wasn't fair that Davey was that effortlessly pretty and glamorous and nice and smart and perfect. Albert never even stood a chance.
So who could blame him, really, for crying? He had wrecked his perfectly routine life and possibly his relationship with his best friend.
He called Race in a desperate attempt to feel better, but it didn’t help much because then he just missed Race too. Why couldn’t Race be in the United States? Why did he have to be so far away?
Albert closed his eyes as he sat down on the couch, trying to make the tears go away. Crying made his head hurt.
But, despite that, Albert cried himself to sleep that night.
In honor of the last book in the “Winter’s Blight” YA series, I’ve done my best to recreate all our heroes in DnD mini form!
I had done this back when I was reading "The Stolen Vow,” but I wanted to wait until now to unveil them as a “thank you” to the authors for all the great adventures so far.
Check the books out on @mcaquila and @spookyscribe‘s blogs. And be sure not to miss the completed series on August 31st!
(The HeroForge website is so great for this, but they seriously need to add more curly hair options!)
X-Men Unlimited vol 1 4 (1994) . Theories of Relativity . Written by Scott Lobdell Penciled by Richard Bennett Inked by Steve Moncuse Colors by Glynis Oliver Lettered by Dave Sharpe Edited by Kelly Corvese and Bob Harras Cover by Joe Madureira and Al Vey . Nightcrawler and Rogue tried to prevent Mystique from killing Graydon Creed. Things got more complicated when Nightcrawler learned that Mystique was his mother... . In this issue, it was revealed that Mystique was the mother of Nightcrawler (and that she had tried to kill him as a baby) and Graydon Creed. . #xmen #90s #joemadureira #alvey #graydoncreed #rogue #nightcrawler #mystique #richardbennett https://www.instagram.com/p/CeV4qyqMX_r/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
