(what the hell did i just draw)

serikuobrunch  asked:

17, 14, 10, 1, 3 tapos 6!! 🙌🙌🙌

17. What would you absolutely refuse to draw?

  • Stuff which makes me uncomfortable… e.g. anything that involves incest, pedophilia, etc.!

14. What do you like drawing the most?

  • I really like drawing people! At present I do enjoy drawing hands too.

10. What do you like most about your art?

  • This is embarrassing to admit but just like I love to laugh at my own jokes, I like to laugh about my art with silly content. 

1. When did you get into art?

  • The moment I learned how to hold a pencil properly! Ever since I was a kid I really loved drawing my favorite cartoons (such as the POWERPUFF GIRLS). I also really loved drawing the characters from the comic series W.I.T.C.H., and afterwards I have descended into anime hell.

6. What levels of artistic education have you had?

  • There was this workshop I attended one summer when I was a Grade 5 student… Hahaha! Other than that, I never really had any formal artistic education, although I did consider it when I was sending my college applications. If I didn’t pursue my degree in Occupational Therapy I would’ve taken Multimedia Arts. :)
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just two guys….bonding… i can’t believe this is my first contribution to this amazing show…

For Your Love || Jeff Atkins x Asexual!Reader

I’m glad you asked, because I’ve seen a few imagines with asexual readers and I noticed a repeat of something that really bothered me. Always by the end, they were magically cured by ‘the one’. Like, no. If that’s someone’s sexual orientation, or lack thereof, they’re not going to change it for one person. If people truly desire our asexual cupcakes, they’re not going to constantly be trying to convert them.

Word Count: 1,174

Warnings: Mild Bullying, Sexual Dialogues

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    You had thought your relationship was going well. Marcus Cole, straight-A student and President of the Honor Board, was what most would consider a perfect gentleman. He would hold open doors for you, carry around your bags; basically, treat you like you always thought guys should treat their girlfriends. But it was on the night of the back-to-school Winter Formal that you saw him for who he truly was.

    The two of you had just taken a break from dancing to go grab some punch. Upon hearing from Montgomery that it’d been spiked, you stuck to grabbing a soda, watching Marcus pick through the large platters of snacks with a frown.

    “Hey, do you want to get out of here?” he asked, nodding towards the door. “We could go back to my place and hang.”

    “Are you not having a good time?“ you responded.

    He shot you that that sly smirk, never failing to melt your heart. "I just thought maybe we could have a little bit more if we were alone.”

    The smile that had begun to itch across your face faded quickly, replaced by a concern that furrowed your brows and forced you to cast your eyes downward. “Can’t we stay longer? I wanted to ask Tony if he could get some slow songs playing.”

    You felt Marcus’s hands slide around your hips, drawing you against his chest—what might have been comforting under normal circumstances, but now it just served to make your stomach twist with nerves. “Come on, Y/N. You know you can trust me.” He leaned down, teeth nipping at your ear. “I’ll be gentle.”

    You shoved your hands against his chest, scrambling backwards a few feet. “Wait! I really need to tell you something.”

    “What?” he asked, sounding, and looking, pretty offended.

    “I’m asexual,” you said quickly. “It’s not like I don’t like you, I really do. It’s just… I don’t enjoy sex like that.”

    He seemed taken aback for a moment, before finally clearing his throat to speak. “So you don’t think we’d be having sex any time in the nearby future?”

    “I’d rather if we didn’t,” you replied, feeling as if your chest was rattling with broken glass. “We could still have a good relationship together.”

    “Look, Y/N,” he began. “You’re a gorgeous girl. I mean, every guy in this school wants you, and plenty hate me for being the one you chose. I just don’t think you’re ever going to find someone who’ll keep you if you keep holding out like this.”

    You stared at him in shock. “Wh-what?”

    He patted your shoulder, shaking his head sadly. “This just isn’t going to work out between us. When you get over this phase, or whatever this is, call me, okay?”

    “What the hell, Marcus?” you asked, voice raising. “Did you only start dating me to get in my pants?”

    Heads had turned from the crowd, people poking other people in the sides to draw their attention over. Marcus had turned a light red, glaring down at you for calling him out in front of everyone.

    “Like you didn’t start dating me just to get brownie points towards your school record,” he snapped.

    “I started dating you because I thought you were the one person who would understand that there are more important things than sex!” you cried.

    “You’re just a prude freak,” he replied, his voice breaking with anger.

    A few of his friends, who had grouped together near the front of the crowd, snickered quietly. One punched Marcus on the shoulder, telling him to let it go. Another claiming that he had something that could open up those legs.

    You felt tears stinging at the corners of your eyes, their words squeezing around your neck like a tightly knotted rope. You tore through them, racing out of the gym and down the hall. You didn’t stop until you had pushed open the door to the girls’ bathroom and collapsed against the wall, knees drawn to your chest and wetness streaming down your cheeks.

    To think you had once told yourself you loved him.

    Barely a few minutes had dragged by when you heard the door creak open. You looked up, surprised to see the tall, broad figure of Jeff Atkins slipping inside. His hair was moused into a swoopy wave of black hair, white tuxedo crisp and perfectly tailored.

    “Can I come in?” he asked.

    You shrugged. “I guess. If you want to hang out with a prude freak.”

    “Fuck Marcus,” he said. “You’re not prude, and you’re definitely not a freak. Last time I checked, you were just Y/N, and that’s fine with me.”

    He moved to sit down next to you. At closer glance, you could see he had replaced his normal white studs with a pair of snowflakes. You laughed, making him turn his head to smile at you.

    “What’s up with the earrings?” you asked.

    “I’m being festive,” he replied, motioning at the matching pattern on the hem of your dress. “And twinning with you, apparently.”

    “Looks like fate wanted us to meet each other in this bathroom,” you said with a soft sigh. “You don’t have to waste your night with me, you know.”

    “Assuming that any of my time spent with you is wasted.” He placed his hand over yours, bringing it into his lap. “My night is already ten times better.”

    You brushed away a stray tear, trying to pull away. “We won’t work out. It never does.”

    “Why?” he asked, tightening his grip. “You’re an asexual. So what? That’s not something that matters to me.”

    “You say that now, but imagine if we somehow managed to make it out of high school. Years from now. I’m not opposed to the idea of sex some time in a long term relationship, but I’m not going to be able to be sexually attracted to you. Are you willing to live your life like that?” you responded.

    You could tell by the expression on his face that he was seriously considering this. You were just bracing yourself for him to stand up and walk out when he gave a nod.

    “Yes.”

    “Jeff, are you sure?” You turned to face him, sitting back on your heels. “This isn’t a joke.”

    He nodded again. “Yes. I am one hundred percent positive. I’m not sure if this is a little too early or not, but I think I’m in love with you.”

    You laughed. “What?”

    “No, I’m serious,” he replied, lunging forwards to scoop you into his arms. He pulled you in for a hug, resting his head on your shoulder in a maternal kind of way. “I was pissed when you started dating Marcus. Ask Clay. He’s the one who watched me purposely tear book pages every time I had to turn them.”

    You felt yourself relaxing against him. “Wow, okay.  That’s certainly something.”

    He gave a low chuckle. “Do you want to go back to the dance?”

    “Yeah,” you whispered.

    For once, you had a feeling your relationship actually was going to work out.

  • Gavin: I don't feel good.
  • Ryan: Y'don't?
  • Gavin: Nah, Michael made me feel all funny earlier.
  • Geoff: *laughing hysterically*
  • Michael: Woah, woah, woah, woah! Woah! What the hell does that mean?!
  • Ryan: Does- Was it a sort of finger thing?
  • Gavin: You made me feel all sort of... Bleuckh!
  • Michael: What does that mean?!
  • Geoff: What did you do to him, man?!
  • Ryan: Was there "odd positioning?"
  • Gavin: Nah! He just put me in a. Yknow.
  • Ryan: What?!
  • Geoff: Gavin, did he touch you?!
  • Michael: Stop stop stop! Use more words! What's goin on?!
  • Geoff: Can you draw a picture of where he touched you?
  • Michael: What's going on here?!
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So this is going to be half translation/half liveblog, sorry~

The background where Karlheinz and Socrates (FRIGGIN’ SOCRATES) are talking is so pretty, I wish the sprites weren’t in the way.

So I chose Kino first, because why not just jump right in to his storyline which is probably meant to be done last, but whatever. Things I’ve forgotten between the first game and now (because I never finished the others):
 1) Can these jerks fly??? Cause Kino randomly floating in the sky to monologue is annoying af
 2) As I’ve now found out, the screenshot feature within the game DOES NOT SAVE THE TEXT JFC. I’d taken some screenshots to go back and translate those specific lines later, but nooooope, no text. Whoops. And fuck going back to copy it out lol

Anyway, some liveblogging/thoughts/summaries/etc and some translations are under the cut!

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A knock sounded on the door. Wade Wilson was on his feet and pirouetted his way to the door in a matter of seconds, flinging it wide open.

“Thank Thor (or Loki)! I was about to starve!

The kid at the door looked on, vaguely unimpressed at Wade’s antics. “Are you the mister Pool comma Dead who ordered a large, uh… pineapple olive, large anchovy mushroom, and large special order of four cheese with… mozzarella sticks as the topping?” he recited the order in a bored drawl, but there was a hint of judgement in his tone. So Wade liked his pizzas with a bit of zest and creativity. Was it a crime? Part of Wade hoped it was, how thrilling would it be to live on the run from the cops for daring to order a pizza outside the conventional system? It would make a great movie! He should write it, he could make millions-

“I’m taking that as a yes,” Pizza kid said, clearing his throat loudly. “If you could maybe pay for these, I gotta get going.” He shifted the pizzas in his grip with a peeved look on his face.

Okay, rude. It’s not like Wade had made him stand there for… Wade checked his watch. Oh. Nearly five minutes. Okay, maybe he’d been dissociating a bit longer than he realized. “My bad,” Wade said, reaching for his wallet, “what do I owe ya for, pretty boy?”

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Fujimaki Tadatoshi’s Interview in Entermix May 2017

Ahhhhh. Everyone was like “READ THIS INTERVIEW” so I went ahead and read this above anything else and it was so worth it because it gave me hope as a fan in despair. 

This is just a rough translation :D I just wanted to put it so people who would like to read can read it too :D

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rubysvida  asked:

jealous clarke?? something in that vein?? canon verse maybe?? this is so vague sorry ily <3

A|N: nothing to be sorry about considering jealous clarke is mY JAM

p.s: ily too <33

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Look, objectively, Clarke knows that Bellamy’s a pretty attractive individual. A collective sigh goes up around camp whenever he wrangles his shirt off (completely unnecessarily) to do some mundane task or the other. His smile can reduce a normal, functioning being into a swooning mess. Monty claims to be forever changed after the one time he witnessed Bellamy emerging from the shower.

But, still. It’s no excuse for Roma to be hanging all over him.

“Her head is going to spontaneously combust if you keep glaring at her like that,” Raven remarks, drawing up next to her. The smirk on her face is enough for Clarke to direct the force of her glare over to her instead, crossing her arms over her chest. Unperturbed, she continues, “And is it normal for there to be a vein throbbing so close to your forehead? Because I’m getting a little worried.”

“I’m fine,” she huffs, gritting her teeth at the sound of Roma’s high-pitched, lilting giggle. Bellamy’s response is lost in the clamor of the crowd, but she recognizes the soft quirk of his lips, the sardonic arch of his brow. Amused. (It’s one of her favorite looks on him, even though she’d never admit it. Not to his face, at least.)

Raven looks thoroughly unconvinced by that. “Yeah, I’m having a little difficulty believing that considering your face is currently a unflattering shade of puce.”

The scathing response on the tip of her tongue dissolves at the sight of Roma’s hand curling over his bicep, squeezing, and she’s moving before she can rethink it; stomping towards them with all the grace and subtlety of someone who’s had a little too much to drink.

He brightens when he spots her; the expression quickly morphing into concern when he catches sight of her face. “Clarke. Is everything okay?”

“Great,” she manages, flat. “I just— I think we should rethink our plans to send a team out past Trikru territory. Do you have a minute to talk? Alone?”

“Yeah, sure.” He goes, completely unfazed; his hand coming down to rest on the small of her back as he steers her towards his tent. Then, looking over his shoulder, “See you around, Roma.”

“See you,” Clarke adds, shooting her a tight, close-lipped smile before striding off. (For some strange, unfathomable reason, the moment fills her with a kind of smug triumph that leaves her grinning throughout the rest of the day.)

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anonymous asked:

If bangtan is a Disney princesses, what would they be?

((ok same with this one like dont say “this member should’ve been this one!” pls no i hate that shit))

Jimin: Uhm my feet are getting numb…

Jungkook: So can I smack Tae Hyung with this pan??

Taehyung: Rapunzel, bitch no let me eat my apple in peace ok

(ʘ‿ʘ✿) Sorry for all the Bokuroo spam…

I have no idea what i did with the coloration there. I redid it so many times and then just half-assed it. ʅ(ʘ ヮʘ✿)ʃ  *shrugs* I still struggle with Kuroo.. why is he so hard to draw?

I hope you had a nice weekend.
Just like mine…….

‘So .. we’re done reading?’

twin andrews part 4 | jughead x reader

Originally posted by starlitsummersky

part one:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158708863703/twin-andrews-juggie-x-reader-an-im-hoping

part two:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158896154168/twin-andrews-part-2-jughead-x-reader

part three:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158929430293/twin-andrews-part-three-jughead-x-reader

part five:

a/n: wowie lil nuggets we’ve reached part 4 im having a lil happy dance over here! im so overwhelmed about how much you guys are liking this series so im more than happy to get busy making parts as long as you’ll are loving it so let me know!!🥂👱🏻‍♀️💛🤓💐🌈💚🌻ps: if you’ve missed a part click on the masterlist in my blog ✨

“ugh i hate calculus with my whole heart” i mutter flicking through my text book pooping a few gummy bears in my mouth. it was free period so Betty, Kevin and I decided to try and study for a calculus text tomorrow.

my brother and he’s team mates were also here with veronica and jughead sitting off to the side taking in everyone’s conversation. i catch him glances at me which cause me to smile and fiddle with the ends of his jacket

reggie was going on about his theories on who killed jason and everyone was getting pretty fed up with his antics

“it couldn’t have been a jock-” i groan closing my book “reggie can you just stop! jesus christ” he turns in his seat smirking at me.

“well well well my little vixen what’s gotten into you-” i roll my eyes “im trying to study and i can hear is your idiotic voice so it’d be wonderful if you just shut the hell up!” i smile sweetly the room snickering at my response.

“terribly sorry my lady- please continue working” i curse under my breathe turning my attention away from reggie and toward the brunette leaning against the far table, a smirk drawn on his face, i give him a wink causing his chest to shake as he laughs

my attention is brought back when reggie bellows jugheads name, i move out of the chair and over to reggie, “seriously?” he ignores me and continues to interrogate jughead

“what was it like suicide squad? when you shot jason?” “you didn’t do stuff to the body right? like after?”

i turn to jughead awaiting his response “its call necrophilia reggie, can you spell it?” he replies emotionless. he’s arms folded across his chest

“come here you little punk” reggie launches himself over the couch and rushes up the jughead not before archie jumps in front of him pushing reggie in the chest away from the two

i sigh relived that my brother was protecting him even though they weren’t the best of friends right now

everyone stands “boys” veronica warns touching chuck on the arm, i look at her puzzled at how snug she was being with yet another jock

i push past moose and grab reggie by the shoulder “would you just stop for a minute-?” i spit annoyed at the air head “leave him alone” i warn. he pushes up his selves glancing from me to jughead to my brother and then back to me.

“wait is that jugheads jacket your wearing princess?-” my brother shoves him once more “god just shut up reggie”

“what do you care Andrews?”

he glances quickly to me before back to reggie “nothing just leave him alone”

i smile small at my brother but it’s short lived as reggie speaks “holy crap”

“did you and donny darko kill him together? was it some sort of pervy blood brother thing?”

my brother shoves the raven headed boy, jugheads eyes going wide stepping away from the table and outstretching his arms shielding me from the two. i push past his arms and place a hand on Reggies chest “walk away”

anger flashes in his eyes “no can do princess” and with that he grabs my brother and throws him into the vending machine the glasses smashing, arms around me waist tug me back and i try and fight it until i realise it was jug.

Chuck and Jughead are up trying to pry the two apart as they wrestle on the ground Reggie getting one solid punch to my brothers eye before giving up the fight and letting Chuck drag him up holding him against the wall to stop him from causing further harm.

i move toward him anger moving through me like a tidal wave, “don’t you ever speak to my friends like that ever again- and i swear if you lay another hand on my brother i will make sure you cannot reproduce got it?” i sneer and he wink at me “god i love it when your mad” a flick switches and i punch him right in the eye.

he tries to break free from chuck as i continue to hit him annoyance taking away “you little jerk” i yell being lifted off the ground and dragged out of the room by the beanie wearing brunette

he walks me over to my locker as we see the principle enter the room walking away with the two jocks “i can’t believe him” i mumble slamming my hands against the locker

“hey don’t let him get to you” he places his hand on my shoulder and i exhale loudly “yeah i know- i don’t get how you can deal with it jug- what he said was totally out of hand and im sorry-” he shakes his head “don’t worry about it i seemed to have both andrews in my corner anyway”

i smile down at my feet “did you and archie make up last night?” he shifts on his feet “uh- no no we didn’t we just talked and yeah” i sigh “will you ever?” he shrugs again “i don’t know- i want to tell you it’s just” he clears his throat “it’s fine jug, ive got practice ill see you tonight at the rally?” he nods “yeah”

“(y/n) wait-” i turn and face him “will i be getting my jacket back anytime soon?” he chuckles, my eyes widen i had totally forgotten that i hadn’t returned it to him since he gave it to me last night “my bad” i shrug off the jacket and he shakes his head

“no no- keep it for now- it’ll give me an excuse to see you again-” i blush but continue to remove the jacket “i have practice so ill be in my uniform so it’ll just be in my locker so please take it, the game can be your excuse”

he reluctantly takes it from me and places it in his locker “i don’t think ill ever be able to wear it again, you wore it too well so now it doesn’t look as good on me anymore” he gives me a smug smile “yeah yeah whatever jones, i love that jacket on you-”

“see you tonight” i yell to him as i walk myself toward the girls locker room, great a whole period of my two favourite people; Cheryl Blossom and Veronica Lodge.

after what seemed like the longest hour of my life the bell finally rings ending the period and i give a silent prayer as i now have an excuse to put as much distance as i possible can before i launch myself at veronica for breaking a thousand girl codes.

my head was aching from listen to her trying to tell Betty how she realised she did was wrong but she wasn’t the only one involved and that apparently she was being a ‘good’ friend and ‘protecting’ betty because cheryl would’ve gone in if veronica didn’t.

im almost in the clear until i hear the all to familiar voice calling out my name, i bring my hands to my mouth and scream into them before slapping a smile on my face and turning to face the raven haired girl.

“okay so i understand your mad at me for what happened between me and your brother and I just want to apologise” i pause before i answer trying to think of ways to place it nicely.

“look ronnie i wouldn’t have given a crap if you hooked up with my brother okay he can date and kiss whoever the hell he wants but when you add my girl to the mix that’s where i draw the line, you knew how betty felt- you both did yet not one of you thought to yourself maybe i shouldn’t smash b’s heart to smithereens” i smile sarcastically

“if your goal was to piss me off to the point where i actually can’t stand to be near you then congrats you’ve done that. im annoyed and hungry so quite frankly don’t approach me until ive calmed down because i swear i will take you down and i really don’t want to make an enemy out of you”

i move past her and make my way to my locker to grab a few things before heading home to change and prepare for the rally tonight it’s supposedly forecast to flash flood but for some wack reason they’re making us cheer in the pouring rain. yay school spirit

“hey andrews”

“oh for fuck sakes can’t a girl just be left alone!” i complain turning to see the smug look of Reggie Mantle, black eye and all. “not in the mood Mantle shove along go find another cheerleader to torment.

i begin to walk out of the school reggie still hot on my heels “but your my own and only vixen i swear” i furrow my brows at the boy and ignore him as i begin my journey home

im almost at my house when I realise reggie still trailing behind me “jeez reg what are you walking me home?” i complain trying to pick up my pace “we aren’t in school anymore you can leave me alone and stop acting like an asshole”

“oh c'mon (y/n/n) i thought we were past this” he complains stopping at the gate to my house “guess we aren’t” i say enthusiastically giving a thumbs up for encouragement before slamming the front door and flopping onto the couch.

the front door opens and closes but im too tired and grumpy to move so i stay out sprawled out onto the couch “why is reggie outside our house?” archie asks moving my legs so he could sit down.

i sit up and take the apple from his hand “reggie who?”

“you ready for tonight?” i ask the blonde girl fiddling with my hair as we start the walk toward school

she nods her head and to swinging her blonde pony tail “im actually really excited- my first pep rally as a river vixen” she giggle spinning around in her uniform

“well miss betty cooper you were made to be a cheerleader, us vixens are lucky to have you” i encourage her attempting to calm the nerves i know she has.

“thanks (y/n/n), im so glad your back” i wink at the blonde “so am i- i did really miss you a lot, seems like everyone’s life just sort went on with me” i smile sadly.

we enter the locker room and my good mood seems to have diminished completely “ronnie!” Betty calls to the raven haired girl gesturing her over so we could walk out onto the field together

“looking good ladies” veronica compliments offering me a small smile, i decide to return it “we good?” she questions and i take a second to respond “yeah lodge we’re good”

she smiles placing both hands on our shoulders “now should be go and show some school spirit” her grin wide and preppy cheerleader tone on point “lets go!” i return the enthusiasm throwing up some spirit fingers.

we rush onto the field bouncing on the balls of the feet and get the crowd up and alive, it was pouring down and we were soaked as soon as we stepped foot onto the field. the bleachers filled with umbrellas to shield themselves.

the mayor steps up to the podium and gives a small speech dedicating the rally to the late jason blossom before introducing josie and the pussycats and the river vixens to start their performance

the music starts and we launch into the routine all eyes on us as we swish around our skirts doing a few flips but mostly choreography from one miss blossom. i grab my poms and start catching jughead staring right at me, it throws me off but i mange to get back into the groove a blush covering my face

we finish our routine and coach runs across the stage and introduce the almighty riverdale bulldogs. they break through the banner my brother at the front of the group wearing jasons jersey. i freeze sickness washing over me, i turn instantly to see cheryl turning white before catching my gaze and bolting off the field.

betty & veronica rush off the field following her but i decide against following them and walk toward my brother whom was amongst the crowd talking to one jughead jones

puzzled i jog over smiling brightly as i approach the two “whatcha talking bout” i ask smiling shyly at the brunette, i bump hips with my brother “nice way to spook everyone arch” i tease and he just shakes his head

“so?” i raise my eyes brows glancing between the two awfully chummy “uh arch just apologised and well im going to give him a second chance” jug speaks playing with the back of his neck

i smile to myself jumping up and down before launching myself into jughead, he stumbles but wraps his arms around my waist holding me up before setting me down “thank you” i mumble into his ear before turning and punching my brother playfully in the arm

“about time you big idiot”

“ow!” he exaggerates rubbing his arm “oh stop being a baby” i roll my eyes at him the boy laughing at the sibling banter

“Pop’s?” i ask the two and they nod i start walking and the lag behind “c'mon what are we waiting for!” they laugh and share a glance before jogging to catch up to my long strides

“can i ask yous something” archie asks me as we start our short journey to pop’s “shoot” i tell him adjusting my gym bag on my shoulder before jughead removes it from my slinging it on his own shoulder

“what’s with you two, why have you been wearing jughead’s jackets are yous like a thing or-?” i giggle glancing at the brunette next to me who decides to stay quite

“it was pouring down on the way over from the dance, i was cold so he leant it to me and i wore it to school the next day to return it. is it really that big of a deal?”

he shakes his head “not that it’s really any of your business anyway right jug?” he looks at me wide eyes glancing between his best friend and his little sister “i mean yeah”

i laugh at his nervousness and push open the door to Pop’s spotting B & V already sitting in a both toward the back, i don’t wait for the boys i just continue down and slip in next to veronica

“ladies” i smile at them and betty turns in her seat looking at my brother and he’s best friend, i realise instantly and cuss under my breathe “they don’t have to seat sorry my bad” she shakes her head and speaks out to the boys as they wait for permission to join us”

“you wanna join us?” they both share a smile “only if your treating” jughead comments walking over and sliding in next to me placing his arm along the back of the booth

i watch as my brother does the same sharing a glance of respect with betty then laughing at something veronica said as we all sit cozily in our booth waiting for our food to arrive engrossed in our own little world.

i feel jugheads arm drop slowly resting on my shoulder causing me to wriggle closer to him sharing a smile with the brunette before returning back to the conversation

last nights drama had fizzled away, friendships mended and on their way to being so for now we sit happy and content wonder what tomorrow brings and in this moment i smile this, this was home.

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Cupcake Sandwiches - -  Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones

Bughead fic - post episode 1x07

In which Betty and Jughead spend some time together, now that they are neighbors. Includes fluff, a bit of smut, you guessed it, cupcakes…happiness, and very heavy petting. These two are very passionate about each other in this story. Non-Ace Juggie. If you don’t like that, please don’t read. Cheers, lovers! <3

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Thank You

This post is long overdue. I’ve been waiting for a good time to post something like this!

When I started this whole ask blog thing, I started it thinking “yeah it’s going to end up like my other blog, abandoned and worn out”. That’s changed when I started getting notes, and asks. It was overnight I started getting notes, I believe. I just couldn’t believe it, because I grew up severely unpopular and nobody really cared about my artwork. I had multiple failed YouTube channels, DeviantArt account, hell, even ASK BLOGS.

Getting fanart almost everyday, funny as hell asks, and even reacting to something that went wrong in the story just makes me so happy. And the fact that you guys accept Bonnie makes me feel like I did something right with her character, and I’m so happy about that.

You guys give me a PURPOSE! A reason to draw everyday! And I can’t thank ya’ll enough for that.

I would like to thank my amazing girlfriend, who is the most beautiful being in the entire universe. Without her, I wouldn’t of known what it’s like to be loved again: @bendythe-demon

Thank my amazing close friends, who i’m severely grateful for even BEING in their presence: @radbendy @asksilentbendy @ask-littlebendy @askdaddybendy @acecard-bendy @ask-gay-ass-bendy @fangythedemondarling 

You guys are the reason why I keep going in life. Without any of you, I would’ve still been in a horrible relationship. I would’ve deleted my blog due to my abuser’s guilt tripping that I ‘destroyed theirs’. You guys make me laugh, cry, and meme. You guys made me love myself again.

Lastly, I wan’t to thank some of my main inspirations:

@blind-bendy : I was literally so nervous about interacting with your Bendy. He’s such a sweetheart. Your art style is to die for.

@bendyontheset : I JUST… I LOVE YOUR ART STYLE SO MUCH?? IT’S SO FLUID AND CARTOONY.

@lildevilasks INTERACTIONS WITH YOU IS GOLD, AND YOUR BENDY IS PURE GOLD 

@askweeaboobendy I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR A WEEB BENDY TO COME, HERE YOU ARE. BLESS YOU.

Mickeyofficialtwitteraccount/offstage-mickey (down at the moment): Interactions with you are severely hilarious, and I’m so glad I’m able to make your day with them.

@batim-splotched-comic Everything about your artwork makes me happy, and you’re just such a sweetie.

@ask-fucking-bendy YOUR. EXPRESSIONS. DUDE. I LOVE YOUR EXPRESSIONS. 

I would tag more, but then the post will get too long!

God I wish I knew how to say thank you!

clumsy0ne  asked:

Number 18? What are you currently trying to improve on?


18. What are you currently trying to improve on?

Due to the comic-thing I’m doing lately, I’m putting more effort in studying body types and body language, feet (I don’t like drawing them at all, guys, they so boring) and expressions. To do so, I watch and draw from life more that I did in the past.

And BACKGROUNDS, guys! That’s a huge challange, for me!

Growing up as a fan artist made me interested in drawing the human figure more than landscapes and inanimate stuff for many reasons. Since I’m that kind of person that you just can’t force to do something, or I’ll never get it done, to improve without stressing me or starting to hate what I was doing, I simply gave myself a little goal: sketch at least an inanimate thing or a landscape once a week. I tried, skipping a few weeks I must admit it, but hell! Somehow, it worked! In the past months I sketched stuff from my bedroom, then the view from my window and after that I started sketching train and busses interiors. Horrible drawings, guys, I’ll never show you them! XD But I discovered something while doing that, something that I’ve been told once, which is:

“Give your backgrounds a soul as you do for you characters. Backgrounds are characters as well! So let them speak about themselves, let them tell their story to the public by using the visual language.”

Thanks to these wise words, which I just repeat to myself everytime, I became more interested in setting the set in which characters live and move!

In the long comics I’m currently working on, I just can’t leave a scene without putting little details that I hope you’ll notice, especially in the backgrounds, when they’ll be done! Doing so is so satifying and makes the whole “create a believable setting” rule less boring to follow, at least for me.

Thanks for asking!

  • Gavin: I don't feel good.
  • Ryan: You don't?
  • Gavin: Nah, Michael made me feel all funny earlier.
  • -Ryan and Geoff laugh-
  • Michael: Woah, Woah! Woah! Woah! What the hell does that mean?!
  • Gavin: You made me feel all sort of...-gagging noise-
  • Michael: What does that mean??
  • Ryan: Was it a finger or something?
  • Geoff: What did you do to him man?
  • Ryan: Was it odd positioning?
  • Gavin: Nah, he just put me in a...ya, know.
  • Ryan: What??
  • Geoff: Gavin, did he touch you?
  • Michael: Stop stop stop
  • -Gavin laughs-
  • Michael: Use more words!
  • Geoff: Can you draw a picture of where he touched you?
  • Michael: What is going on here?!
  • Gavin: I like that I can use less words, it makes you sound worse.
  • Michael: No! I know what I've done sir, and it's not what you're making it out to be.
  • Geoff: Was it in the bikini area?
  • Gavin: Nah it wasn't as bad as that.
  • Michael: I did you a fuckin...I did you a favour.
All the Things I Didn’t Say

All the Things I Didn’t Say

Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 3350ish

Warnings: Angssst, 2 curse words

Part one HERE!

A/N: This took longer than I wanted it but im a lazy piece o crap. I think this is canceling out my other request for “no happy ending” but like I cant ignore this request so here you go.

Originally posted by tmholland

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anonymous asked:

what the HELL is wrong with you? first you ruin daddy's LIFE for your own selfish reasons, and now you're putting on a mask trying to make you seem like you're fine, and all rad like usual. GROW THE FUCK UP. we ALL know you're just lying about how you really feel about the whole daddy situation. you know exactly what you did and you're trying to act like you did nothing wrong. (im not actually mad im just contributing to the angst arc lol XD)

“ 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗  𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚊? “

anonymous asked:

Jimin & 70

Member: Jimin

Prompt Request: “Did you buy me… lingerie?”

Genre: Angst

Imagine Summary: You find a box of lingerie on your shared bed with Jimin, but it might not be for you.

Word Count: 969

I trudged my sore feet up the stairs to my shared apartment with Jimin. I was having the worst day imaginable and even the elevator under repairs forcing me to walk thirteen flights of stairs was the least of my problems. That was considering I got laid off at work.

I was a ball of anxiety, sadness and fatigue by the time a made it up the stairs and walked down the hallway to our door. After working for the last two weeks on a special project, my boss found the time to tell me they’re downsizing the branch after I completed it.

I lazily slid my key in the door, hoping that Jimin would be home to comfort me. With the two of us working all the time, it feels like ages since we’ve been on a date or spent some real time together.

Slipping off my shoes, dropping my keys in the basket, placing my coat on the rack and lumbering over to the bedroom, I let myself fall face forward on the bed.

I sigh into our comforter and lay there for a couple minutes before I have the energy to get up and take a bath.  I sit up on our bed and move to take off my shirt when I see a red box at the bottom of the bed. I smile.

I open up the box and peel the pink sparkly tissue to reveal a red lingerie set. It’s absolutely beautiful. The material feels silky between my fingers and the brasserie has a bit of white lace that compliments the red.

I laugh to myself and pick up the box and go to the bathroom to take a shower.

I take a nice long shower, lathering myself in body wash with the scent I know Jimin loves. After that I dress myself in the racy red number and then do my hair and makeup. The fact that I’ll have to find another job is far from my mind right now. All I can think about is Jimin. I have to adjust the bra a bit since it doesn’t fit all that well. I check the label and see that it’s a size too big. Usually Jimin buys me the right sizes but I guess he just mixed up the letters or something.

I put on a light pink silky robe and as I’m tying the belt, I hear Jimin walk in.

I quickly jump onto the bed and get into a provocative position with me laying across the bed and my head propped up on my hand.

Jimin opens the door and as soon as he sees me he jumps back in fright. Not the reaction I expected but funny nonetheless.

“Y/N, what are you doing home? I thought you said you would be working overtime this week for that special project or something.” He asks. He looks so hot in his loose fitting hoddie and tight black jeans.

“I’m done,” I say. I don’t really want to talk about my unemployment right now since it’ll really just kill the mood.

I stand up on my knees on the bed and stretch my hands out to Jimin and pull him closer.

“So..” I say trying to be seductive. “Did you buy me….. Lingerie?” I draw out the last word for effect.

Jimin smiles tightly. “Oh, that.” He says.

I tug on the belt and let the pink robe fall and pool around my knees.

Jimin’s eyes widen and i bite my lip. I move to kiss him but he pushes me away.

“What the hell Y/N? You wore it?” He exclaims. I don’t understand why he’s so mad.

“Isn’t it for me? You left it on the bed. I thought you wanted me to wear it.”

Jimin groans loudly.

“For fuck’s sake Y/N. You don’t tell me that you’re coming home and then you come onto me as soon as I get here. I don’t have time for this.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was coming home. I just had a really hard day.” I almost choke up remembering that I don’t have a job anymore but I know that now is not the time to bring it up.

“Who hasn’t had a hard day? You think I have it easy?” His glare is piercing and I still have no idea what I did to deserve this.

“No, I-”

“Take it off.” He demands.

“What?” I can’t believe this.

“I said take it off. I should have never put it on the bed in the first place.”

That’s when I start to get really pissed. Who the hell does he think he is yelling at me as soon as he gets home?

I start to rip the lingerie off. Tearing the fabric.

“You want it off? Here! Fucking take it you piece of shit.” I scream throwing the mess of ripped lingerie at him.

I quickly cover my naked body with the pink robe.

I pick up a pillow and throw it out of the room.

“You can sleep on the couch tonight,” I say, livid.

Jimin picks up the lingerie off the floor.

“No need,” he says coldly. “I’ll sleep at a friend’s.”

And then he just walks out. As soon as I hear the front door slam I begin to sob frantically wiping my eyes and ruining my makeup. I’m so confused. What did I do that was so wrong?

Jimin approaches a house, a red box in hand. He lightly knocks on the door.

A moment later a beautiful brunette opens the door and crosses her arms.

“Really Jimin?” She says, annoyed.

“I’m sorry I had to cancel earlier. She came home and I got caught up.” Jimin puts his hands on her waist and rubs her sides up and down.

“Please forgive me,” He pouts and pulls her closer, placing a kiss on her neck. The brunette breaks into a smile.

“Only because I see you brought a present.” She says as she reaches for the box and opens it. Inside is a set of red silky lingerie.

PART 2: 

http://bangtanbombimagines.tumblr.com/post/157005053419/omg-please-make-a-continuation-of-the-jimin

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~Armygirl

The Sidra Coffee Shop

So I saw this post http://greenfire2908art.tumblr.com/post/156678536994/sjm-said-in-an-interview-that-feyre-would-be about Rhysand flirting with Feyre and I thought I might write it. Sorry if this turns out bad, another writer could do a better job than me. Hell, someone probably already has. Anyway I hope you enjoy!


It was Sunday morning and I was in my favourite coffee shop, The Sidra. It was named after the mighty river that ran through the centre of town. It was said that when we were invaded, the river rose as if in answer and wiped out the forces of the invading army and saving the city. You could see the river from my view of the window seat, it was an image I was trying to capture desperately in my sketch pad. 

I took a sip from my smoothie before grabbing my pencils and shading the jasmine flowers that bloomed along the riverbank. The whole atmosphere was pleasant, sitting in the rather rustic coffee shop, a faint moody dancing around the room, quite Sunday morning chatter in the background. I was quite content to spend the rest of the day sitting on the little wooden bench sketching. 

I had just finished capturing the image of the cafe chairs that adorned the edge of the Sidra, imagining how it would have rose. It was something I wanted to paint, I could almost imagine wolves jumping out of the very river itself and taking soldiers to their watery graves as they fought to protect their city. When a shadow fell across my page causing me to jump.

Startled, I turned to face the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He had silky black hair and a muscled chest, from what I could see of how his shirt hugged his body, but it was the bright violet hue of his eyes that enticed me the most. 

“Hey,” I started. “Can I help you?” I was a little confused at why this man was here beside me, I really did want to finish this drawing but he seemed to have other plans.

“Well, darling, as it is you certainly can. I was just admiring your drawing skills from that table over there,” he gestured behind him, “and felt that you should know that it’s  almost as gorgeous as you.” 

“Um… Thank you, I guess,” I was unsure of what to say so I took a sip out of my strawberry and dragon fruit smoothie. 

“Also, darling-,”

“Feyre,” I interjected.

“Well then, Feyre darling I was wondering if you have wifi?”

Who the hell was this guy, asking if she had wifi. All I wanted was to finish my sketch in piece.

“No,” I said and I turned back to my drawing.

“Well,” he drawled from beside me. “That is disappointing because I thought I felt a connection. I’m Rhysand by the way.”

“No sorry, no wifi here. Though I’m positive your friends must be missing you,” I said as what I hoped was a subtle dismissal. Apparently I had no such luck.

“Your jumper is perfectly stunning, did you know that?” He comments. 

“Thank you,” I simply stated before turning back to my drawing. After about five minutes he walks away. Muttering a short goodbye as he left. I turned back to my drawing an odd feeling surrounding me. I sort of did a double take, today was turning out rather odd. 

It wasn’t ten minutes before I was disrupted again. What the hell was with everyone this morning? Why couldn’t I just be left in peace I thought. 

“Well hello, gorgeous,” he whistles.

I made a point to ignore him, carrying on with my attempt to capture the rest of the perfect image before the rest of the public rose from their beds. He just sits down next to me. He’s wearing a black hoodie and jeans.

“Nice outfit by the way, you look absolutely delicious.” 

“Thanks,” I reply. This was the oddest Sunday morning I had ever had. I took another sip out of my smoothie letting it wash around my mouth before trickling down my throat.

“Like you just walked off the runway,” he goes on. 

“Thanks,” I reply curtly. “Again.”

He throws some more odd compliments my way before heading off in the same direction that that Rhysand bloke had gone in. I turned around catching the tail end of their conversation. There were five of them in total.

“…way, she didn’t even blush. I’ve never met anyone who has resisted my manly charm that easily before.” The hoody guy states.

“Well Cassian, it seems you own Amren ten bucks. I told you she wouldn’t give you her number,” Rhysand drawls.

“Cough up boys,” the small one says. Her quick silver eyes flash over and meet mine and she smirks. 

“Nah ah ah,” Rhysand smirks like the cheshire cat. “I made no bargain or bet.” 

“No but you did say you would get her number and it seems you failed,” the blonde one perks up.

“Look,” he growls. “I’m just interested in her okay, lets not make a big deal out of it.” He picks up his coffee and takes a gulp. It’s black, the worst kind of coffee in my opinion. When I drank it I felt like I was choking down tar. So those men were trying to flirt with me? God, I feel so stupid.

I finish with my drawing, the crowds now to thick to properly capture the original image and pack my stuff away. I walk over and pay the bill, I’m about to leave when a thought strikes me. I may as well have a little fun with this situation they have given me. I stalk over to Rhysand, grab a napkin scribble my number down as he stares at me, fold it up and shove it into his chest before pecking him on the cheek and sauntering towards the door. 

Right before I set foot out of the cafe I turn around to see the whole bunch bent over double laughing all except Rhysand who is grinning from ear to ear and the small one, Amren, who catches my gaze and smirks at me knowingly. With that I walk out of the cafe and down the street, a small part of me hoping for a call from the gorgeous, violet eyed man I had just encountered.


I take no credit for the idea behind this piece, that should go to @greenfire2908art. I hope you enjoyed reading it. I’m sorry for the poor quality of writing I wrote this at midnight and now can’t be bothered to reread it and edit my mistakes. Yep, I’m lazy like that. I hope it’s somewhere near what you hoped for @greenfire2908art sorry if it’s not up to the right standard. I thought I’d give it a go though anyway.