as requested by many


After many requests, I’ve made another character tutorial, this time looking at the very basics of shapes. My next tutorial will explain the “Awesome Duo” featured in many shows. Star and Marco, Mable and Dipper…etc.

List of Characters featured: Ralph, Vanellope, Felix, Joy, Anger, Sadness, Jasper, Grenda, Star, Pikachu,The Joker, Dash.

P.S, this tutorial is cut in half, if you want the full tutorial head on over to my Patreon where you can see exclusive content.

Drunk History With General Hux

I’ve been getting soooo many requests for more drunk Hux, so here’s a very quick one for you guys. 

So just imagine Drunk History, except with Hux. 

For those of you who haven’t seen Drunk History* it’s a show on Comedy Central where people are asked to narrate history, while completely hammered. And while they narrate, actors are hired to reenact the semi-historical events being drunkly narrated. 

Every time Hux get’s drunk, the officers and Stormtroopers get into gear to film an episode of Drunk History with General Hux. 

Hux is the narrator, of course. His Stormtroopers and various officers plays different roles in his re-enactments. 

One night, he’s telling the tale of Anakin Skywalker’s fall to the dark side. 

“These two idiots, see, these two, they’re standing around, and there’s fire and lava, scary stuff, just overall a terrible choice for a break-up fight location. Should have asked me for the ideal location for a break-up fight, I’d of told ‘em, but I wouldn’t be born for another few decades. Oh well. Their loss. Anyway, Anakin Skywalker says to Obi-Wan, “What the fuck? You just cut off all my limbs! What’s your problem?” 

*Mitaka is casted to re-enact Anakin Skywalker while Phasma reenacts Obi-Wan*

And Obi-Wan says back, “It’s your own fucking fault, mate, that’s what you get for fathering the woman who’s going to give birth to Kylo Ren!” 

And Anakin, he’s pissed off right now, right? He’s-he’s got all his limbs chopped off and he’s covered in flames. Just not a good situation for him to be in. So he says to Obi-Wan, he says, “Our friendship is officially over. I’m going over to Dark Side. I’m going to walk right over, I’m going to say to Palpatine ‘right, mate, I’m joining the Dark Side, you’re going to be my new ginger friend, together we’re going to fuck my old ginger friend up, ‘cause he’s a fucking prick, he cut off all my limbs!’” 

And Obi-Wans says, “Good, go! I’m just going to get a new best friend, and it’s going to be your son and he’s going to be a better friend to me then you ever were anyway!” 

While this production is going on, Kylo Ren is on the side trying to shut it all down. He’s slashing the set and all the props up with his lightsaber, and he’s screaming, “That’s not how it happened!” 

They air a new episode of Drunk History with General Hux on the Finalizer every week, because of course General Hux gets drunk on a weekly basis and he knows a lot about history. No is safe from Hux’s drunk retelling of the history of the Galaxy. Not Grand Moff Tarkin, not Krennic, not Thrawn, not even Yoda. 

*This all makes a lot more sense if you’ve actually seen an episode of Drunk History on Comedy Central.* 

anonymous asked:

Touka isn't even going to the mission though, so if anything it's Kaneki who has a death flag right now and it's practically impossible he will die XD Touka has her whole relationship with Kaneki to clarify and we have to see the consequences of Yoriko's request to Takeomi. I honestly don't see many characters dying at this point at least. Not after so many of them were made survive the last arc against every prob.

I don’t think Touka will die either but I think the issue is Bujin rather than the lab raid.

While most of the group will be preparing and heading out on their mission, she will be back at :re. If the timing happens that Bujin tracks her down at the same time Kaneki’s crews raids start, she’s left vulnerable. Lucky she can kick ass and take care of herself, right ;D

Besides that, I really wonder if Bujin would want to fight someone precious to his fiance (assuming he finds out she’s a ghoul that is). It might be a good chance to show some human/ghoul cooperation and and example of an Investigator changing their views.

↠ requests closed.

thank you all for sending me so many ideas! the requests I’m listing down here are the ones that caught my attention, which I’ll consider for my future writings. 

keep in mind that I won’t follow this list 100% accurately. I am posting it so you guys have a general idea about the scenarios I might write in the future. these are the ones that I think fit my style best, by the way - and once again, thank you for requesting, even if yours is not on this list!

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No Regrets Part 3

No Regrets Part 3

I was gonna wait and update this story after I finished all of my requests but I have so many so I thought I would post updates in between writing requests. So from now on, it’ll be two requests, then an update of this story, then two requests, then an update and so on and so on. Now, I did say that I encourage you guys to throw out some ideas for what you wanna see this story that way it’s a little something for everyone, like we all wrote it together, ya know? Like it’s interactive and all that jazz. Predictions are also encouraged. You never know, your predictions just might be correct ;)

NSFW: swearing

The food was good and Mia was one of a few people who could get Daryl talking. Or maybe it was just the wine loosening his tongue. In any case, things felt so normal for the first time in his entire life. He hadn’t experienced anything like this even before the world fell. He’d never sat in such a beautiful dining room having dinner with wine and casual conversation. And he never thought he’d wanted any of that until he met Mia.

“Hey, are you sure you don’t wanna just sleep in the extra bedroom?” Mia asked as she finished washing the pot she’d boiled the water in, “I mean, I know you’re not driving but still.”

“Nah,” Daryl replied, slurring a little as he tipped his glass back and swallowed the last of his wine, “Not that long of a walk.”

“Yeah I know,” Mia said, turning around and drying her hands on her dish towel, “But you look so tired.”

“I ain’t tired at all,” Daryl argued. Mia chuckled and approached him, taking the glass from his hands and setting it aside. Daryl’s eyelids were heavy but he stubbornly forced them open.

“Is that right?” she said. She pushed his hair off his forehead, looking into his blue eyes and smiling at the redness in his cheeks. He was becoming too tired to fight her on the subject. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him to his feet, “Come on. I’ve got an extra bedroom that hasn’t been slept in since I got here. It’s very, very comfortable.”

Daryl groaned, “I can walk home, Mia. It ain’t that big of a deal.”

“Just relax,” Mia retorted. She brought Daryl upstairs and he grudgingly allowed her to lead him. Though he attempted to continue going straight down the hall, she turned him to the first door on the left. The bedroom was bare, just a bed with white and turquoise bedding and a dresser. Mia did mention that she didn’t use this bedroom so Daryl expected it to be plain. For it being an untouched bedroom, she did maintain it rather well as there wasn’t a speck of dust to be found and there wasn’t even a pillow out of place on the bed.

Mia stopped him and started getting the bed ready, moving the decorative pillows to the dresser and pulling back the comforter. She fluffed the pillows and then approached Daryl again, “You’re okay with sleeping in your clothes?”

“Not like you have anything that would fit me,” he said.

“I have something that might fit you,” Mia replied, “Some old sweatpants. They belonged to someone I used to travel with but I’ve washed them so they’re clean.”

Daryl wasn’t sure why even in his tipsy head, the thought of Mia travelling with a man annoyed him. He pushed the thought out of his mind and shook his head, “Nah. I’m good sleepin’ like this.”

“At least take this off,” Mia said. Before Daryl could ask her what she meant, she was standing behind him pulling his leather jacket off of him, her fingertips grazing his arm slightly as she pulled the jacket down his arms. Her fingers were cold but he didn’t mind it as the alcohol had warmed him up more than he would’ve liked. She urged him forward, “And your shoes.”

“I can take those off myself,” Daryl said, taking a seat on the bed, most likely making the white sheets filthy with the dirt and dust all over his pants. Mia didn’t say anything so he continued, unlacing his boots and kicking them off his feet. Mia picked his boots up and set them down next to the dresser while Daryl laid down on the bed, resting his arm over his forehead.

“You just go to sleep,” Mia said softly, resting her cold hand on his forearm as she pulled the comforter over his body, “You could use the sleep after all you’ve been through.”

Daryl looked down at Mia’s delicate hand on his arm, a silver bracelet catching his eye. It wasn’t so much the bracelet that got his attention but the fact that there was something engraved on it. But it was dark and he wasn’t able to focus as much as he normally would.

“What’s that?” he asked, nudging the bracelet with his finger, “What’s it say?”

“Hm?” Mia looked down at the bracelet and she pulled away, running her finger over whatever was engraved on it, “This? This is nothing. Just someone I used to know. Now go to sleep.”

Mia’s usual cheerful demeanor had faded as she stared at the bracelet, twisting her wrist so the moonlight would bounce off of it. Daryl wasn’t sure what the hell was on that bracelet but he knew it couldn’t be good. He didn’t have much time to think about it as his body refused to let him fight sleep any longer. The last thing he remembered before falling asleep was Mia leaning forward and kissing his forehead and he was too tired to suppress the smile on his face as sleep took him.

The sounds of sizzling followed by the strong smell of eggs woke Daryl up the next morning. Other than a slight headache and a bad case of bedhead, he felt alright. He sat up in bed, kicking the comforter off his body and throwing his legs off the side of the bed. He groaned as he stood up and grabbed his boots, following the smells coming from downstairs.

As he walked down the stairs, he saw Mia in the kitchen, her hair tied up in a bun that was drooping from sleeping in it all night. His heart fluttered a bit at the sight of her in a light purple spaghetti tank top and white pajama pants. Her skin was smooth and tan from months of exposure to the sun and when the morning light shone through the window, it hit her in just the right way that made his gaze linger.

Mia looked up as the staircase creaked and she smiled as she cracked an egg onto the hot pan, “Morning! Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah,” he replied as he came the rest of the way down the stairs, “Thanks for um…letting me…ya know stay here and stuff.”

“It was no problem,” Mia said. Her black eye was a lot more prominent on her face now, having darkened and puffed up her eye a bit. But it didn’t take away the smile on her face. She lowered her head, realizing quickly that Daryl had noticed, “It’s not as bad as it looks. Just gotta put some ice on it after I’m done here.”

“Still can’t believe that asshole did that,” Daryl muttered.

“I already told you it was an accident,” Mia said. She gestured to the table with her head as she flipped the eggs, “Now sit down. There’s some toast on the table. I thought it might help your stomach if you were feeling nauseous.”

Daryl picked the slice of toast on the top of the pile on the serving plate sitting in the middle of the table, “Thanks. Guess I took it too far last night, huh?”

“You were fine,” Mia giggled, “A perfect gentleman.”

Sitting at the table, Daryl had a side view of Mia and his eyes wandered more than intended, stopping at her waist. Her tank top had ridden up a little, her pants hugging her wide hips. Daryl cleared his throat loudly and took a large bite of his toast.

“Right,” he grunted.

“Your friend, Rick stopped by earlier,” Mia remarked, “He wanted to make sure you were here last night and that you were okay. I think it’s sweet how much he cares about you and your people.”

“Yeah,” he said. Mia slid the finished eggs onto plates and grabbed some apples from her fridge. Daryl mindlessly scraped some burnt pieces off the corner of his toast and licked it off his finger, “He’s a good guy.”

“He is,” Mia said, “And he has the cutest baby. I hadn’t held a baby in so long. I always wanted a baby of my own.”

“Figures,” Daryl said with a chuckle. Mia raised an eyebrow as she started cutting an apple into slices, “Didn’t mean nothin’ bad by it. You’re just…I dunno…patient. And good at takin’ care of people.”

Mia shrugged as she set the apple slices down on Daryl’s plate next to his eggs, “I guess you’re right. I do seem to have that maternal instinct. Just kinda sucks that I missed my window. Unless the world is restored sometime in the next twenty years. Which, by the looks of things, is probably not going to happen.”

“Well, Judith’s around,” Daryl said, “So you’re not totally without babies.”

“Yeah,” Mia said with a sigh. She sat down at the table across from Daryl and poked her egg with her fork, watching the yolk seep through the holes, “No reason to get upset about something I accepted a long time ago. How’re the eggs?”

Daryl pushed his piece of egg around the yolk that had spilled onto his plate, “They’re good.”

Mia smiled and continued to eat in a silence that was unlike her. Daryl’s eyes focused on Mia’s bracelet once more as he tossed a piece of his apple into his mouth. With her wrist turned, he could see a D engraved on it but the other letters were still hidden. He would’ve asked again to see the bracelet but the look on her face when he first brought it up last night made his heart ache so he ignored it. He found that he couldn’t stand to see her upset. What was this woman doing to him?

Daryl was quick to leave after breakfast despite Mia telling him there was no rush to go. He needed time to get away from her, to force whatever feelings he had towards her deep, deep down into the depths of his heart so he could forget about them.

And that’s the way it was for the next few days. Daryl had finally gotten his job which was helping Aaron recruit new people as he had done with their group. Well, that and he would finish the motorcycle Aaron had started building.

It was a cloudy, gloomy afternoon but Daryl decided he wanted to try out his newly built motorcycle anyway. With his jacket on and his shades tucked into his shirt, he made sure he had enough ammo and enough arrows just in case he ran into trouble.

Aaron came outside to open the gate for Daryl and he had none other than Mia walking with him. She stood there with her arms crossed, only a sweater to combat the chilly, windy weather. She smiled, staring at Daryl sitting on his bike, though she turned away once she met Daryl’s blue eyes.

“I didn’t know you could build a motorcycle too,” she murmured, “I’ve never been on one before.”

Daryl should’ve just nodded and left it at that. But when Mia was around, words came out of his mouth before he could think of what he was saying, “Wanna come with me?”

“Really?” Mia said, “You actually want me to come along?”

“Why’s that so hard to believe?”

“Because you’ve been avoiding me.”

“And why would I be ignoring you?” Daryl inquired, “What the hell makes you think that?”

Mia glanced at Aaron who was trying not to listen to their conversation but it was hard not to hear it all when he was standing right there. She shook her head as she approached Daryl’s bike, climbing on behind him, “We’ll talk about it later. Let’s go!”

“Hold on,” he said. Mia’s arms wrapped around Daryl’s waist, letting out a squeak as Daryl sped off down the empty road. He couldn’t see her but he felt her head lean against his back and squeeze him tighter.

“Hey!” Mia yelled over the roar of the engine, “How far are we going?!”

“Wanna see if we can find some supplies before we turn around and head back,” Daryl replied. They rode for about an hour when they finally came across another town and Daryl stopped the bike, hiding it under some leaves littering the ground. He took his crossbow and handed his gun off to Mia, “Stay close.”

“Right,” Mia said. She followed behind him with her gun raised, looking through the window of each shop and each home, “Why have you been avoiding me?”

“Mia, come on,” Daryl said, “I haven’t been.”

“I’m not stupid,” Mia replied, “I mean, if I did something to offend you, why don’t you just tell me?”

“You didn’t offend me,” he said.

“Then what did I do?”

“You didn’t do anything,” Daryl snapped, “Now just drop it. We don’t have time for this.”

“You’re right,” Mia mumbled, “Thank you for the ride by the way. It was nice being on a bike.”

“I didn’t think you liked it at all,” Daryl said, “You grabbed onto me like you thought you were gonna die.”

“That’s not why I grabbed onto you,” Mia said.

“It’s not?” Daryl stopped and looked back at her, a frown of confusion on his face, “Then what was with the tight grip?”

“I just…” Mia’s voice trailed off, her mouth open but now left unable to say anything more. Daryl waited in anticipation anyway, squeezing his crossbow so Mia wouldn’t see his hands tremble. Their attention was suddenly diverted by a drop of water hitting Mia’s nose.

Daryl looked up at the sky, a few more water droplets hitting him on the forehead and cheeks, “Looks like rain. Shit. I shouldn’t have gone out today.”

“No harm done,” Mia said, “We’ll just head home before it starts raining too hard.”

As the two of them turned and headed back for Daryl’s bike, thunder boomed throughout the sky, rain suddenly pounding down on them. They both got soaked instantly and Daryl grabbed Mia’s hand, dragging her down the street and into the first building that wasn’t locked or boarded up.

“Shit!” he hissed, finding every door locked or with boards too thick to simple kick down, “That was fuckin’ quick!”

“Should we just ride home anyway?” Mia asked.

“No, shouldn’t risk it,” Daryl replied, “Roads are slippery and if this storm is anything like the one we had the day before Aaron found us, we really shouldn’t be outside.”

Mia nodded as Daryl pushed on the door of an abandoned drugstore and miraculously, it opened for them. Mia shivered as Daryl took a magazine rack and shoved it against the door. Mia slicked back her wet hair and wiped the drops of water off her face as cold air seeped through the cracks in the windows.

“Think we can find anything warm and dry to put on while we wait?” Mia asked, rubbing her arms up and down as she looked around the torn apart store, “We shouldn’t stay in these wet clothes for too long.”

“If we can’t, I’ll try and start a fire,” Daryl said, “You look around for somethin’ but watch your back.”

After clearing the store of any walkers, Daryl started a fire while Mia searched for some dry clothes that would fit the two of them. It seemed their bad luck was never ending as Mia couldn’t find anything that would fit them. She sighed disappointedly, wringing her wet hair out as she sat down in front of the fire Daryl had started in a trashcan.

“Nothing?” Daryl said.

“Nothing,” she muttered, hugging her knees to her chest, “Damn shame too. I’m so cold.”

“Me too,” he said. He watched Mia shake for the longest time, the bracelet she wore jingled against her as she shivered. She held her hands out in front of the fire but it wasn’t big enough to warm her quickly. Daryl grunted, tapping the ground next to him, “Come here.”

“For what?” Mia asked.

“We gotta stay warm,” he said, “Just come here.”

Mia crawled over to him, unsure of his intentions. She gasped as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him until she was nestled against him. Despite how cold he said he was, his body felt like a furnace.

“Oh,” she sighed, relaxing in his arms, “Thank you, this feels so much better, Daryl.”

“Sure,” he grunted. He hoped and prayed that she couldn’t feel his heart pounding against his chest. He felt such self loathing for allowing his feelings to linger like this. He wanted her close to him like this all the time. And it appeared to him that she wanted to be close to him too. But maybe this was all in his head.

“This has become quite the adventure,” Mia commented, “Hasn’t it?”

“You could say that,” Daryl said. He lifted his head to look out the window. The rain had lightened and a part of that disappointed him, “Looks like the rain stopped. We can go back now.”

As Daryl tried to stand up, Mia tightened her grip on his waist, “Wait a second. I don’t wanna leave yet.”

“Well…okay…if that’s what you want,” Daryl said. For once since the day he met Mia, he wasn’t going to fight her on this. He would surrender to the moment for the first time.

Thanks for reading! Leave me some predictions, what you hope to see :P can’t wait to hear your thoughts :)

You can read part 2 here  (link to part 1 is on that post :))

anonymous asked:

How can you have so many requests and still have your ask box open? There's so many omg ಠ_ಠ

Writing helps me de-stress so I don’t mind. Besides it’s the holidays so it’s like a gift to keep it open and write as many as I can. I know people are happy to be able to request and I just want them to smile. ☺️

Ensnared - Surrealism Art Piece

“yo, mod…you uh…doin’ alright?..” Both Pap and Red appear to be set on edge; more so than normal. They seem to be staring at a piece of art.

(Since I had many people request to see my surrealistic art style, I figured why not give it a go? As strange as it might look, Surrealism is sorta my strong suit. I only really draw though when I’m really screwed up mentally. This week has been ruthless on me. Drawing something crazy kinda felt mandatory anyway. Hope yall like it and well…aren’t too bothered by it. I know Pap and Red are not fans. xD )

anonymous asked:

Idk of you think this, but personally, with how many requests you're getting, I think people really like your writing :p (I do too) -Shorty

It makes me very happy that people seem to enjoy my writing! 

I’m usually my worst critic (for both art and writing) so sometimes it’s hard for me to tell if it’s any good or not, so the responses/requests I get are always really nice as a measure and keep me going. It’s taken a lot of years of writing to get where I am now and it’s nice to see the hard work pay off in a way that people enjoy :)