covered-eyes

How I Think Chapter 2 of BATIM Will Start
  • Bendy: * Face and eyes covered in ink, smiling, slowly creeping up towards you*
  • Henry: * Frozen with fright, axe trembling in his hands*
  • Bendy: "...."
  • Bendy: * Turns left and smacks into wall*
  • Henry: *Stiffens less*
  • Bendy: * Runs into other wall and falls down*
  • *awkward silence*
  • Bendy:
  • Bendy:
  • Bendy: ...Marco.
  • Henry:
  • Henry: *looks around*
  • Henry:
  • Henry: ....
  • Henry: ...Polo..?
  • Bendy: * Lifts himself up immediantly* AHA
  • Henry: NO WAIT

anonymous asked:

I absolutely love your art, and I was wondering if you have any tips on noses? Specifically drawn from the front??? I just can't get the hang of it. Btw you're really nice and awesome and I love you okay thanks bye

BOI PEF;ASLFJ i mentioned this before but I absolutely hate drawing front view faces… it’s my kryptonite, man. If you go through my art, you could see how I effectively avoid drawing front view faces at all costs lmao

I’m actually in the middle of doing a tutorial covering eyes, nose and faces in general! But it might take a while to finish so here’s a little snippet from the nose part of the tutorial! ;o;

You could use this prism thingy to draw in all sorts of style. 

e.g. Realism: 

e.g. My own crappy style:

I’ll try to cover more about noses in the actual tutorial, but I hoped this sort of helps! <333 ;o;

AND THANK YOU SO MUCH!! AND I LOVE YOU TOO  (ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡

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Originally posted by tylerjosephappreciation

You were dating Josh for six months when you found out just how kinky he really was. You were sitting on the sofa of the bus, scrolling through apps on your phone when Josh and Tyler enter the bus; Tyler sprawls out on the opposite sofa, pulling the brim of his hat down to cover his eyes while he gets comfortable. Josh sits besides you and immediately urges you to sit on his lap, straddling his thighs.

You give him a look, as if to warn him that you aren’t comfortable doing anything with Tyler still in the room; Josh simply chuckles, pulling you towards him to kiss you fiercely. You can’t help but give in to his kisses, unable to say no to the way his lips feel on yours. When his hands slide up the back of your shirt, catching the hooks of your bra, you set your hands to his shoulders, pushing back from him.

“Josh,” you whisper, quickly peeking over your shoulder to glance at Tyler, who was still hidden behind the brim of his hat. “This isn’t appropriate.”

“He doesn’t care,” Josh responds softly, hands still attempting to unhook your bra. You press harder against his shoulders, pinning them to the back of the sofa; you give him a hard glare, as a last warning. Josh groans, and rolls his eyes, tipping his head to peer past you. “Tyler,” he says, catching the younger man’s attention. “Do you care if I eat her out right here?”

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Something Is Wrong

Submitted by: http://maxiobee.tumblr.com/

Length: Medium

Something is very, very wrong.

You can’t quite place what’s off. There’s nothing in particular that’s out of place. The neighbors’ dogs barking. The air outside stuffy and almost suffocating as usual. The man still sitting in your backyard.

Oh, of course, the man. The one dressed all in black who’s been there since you moved in a few months ago. Sitting on a lawn chair as always, sunglasses covering his eyes, and arm slung around another empty one next to him. Always waiting. For what, you don’t know.

His presence is ominous at most.

But there’s nothing awry about that. There’s something in the house, a feeling of being watched. A sense of underlying panic that’s so undeniably real that your breathing is unsteady and your heart is racing.

A shiver runs down your spine and you shake your head to snap out of it. Nothing is wrong.

Everything is in place. You mutter it to yourself just for the sake of hearing it.

You shut the curtains and leave the kitchen. Something about having your back to the room sends you running upstairs.

everything is in place everything is in place everything is in place

You get to your room and stop dead at the doorway. There’s something foreboding about entering but you shake it off because you’re just being stupid there’s nothing in there and step in, shutting the door and sitting down in your beanbag chair. Your back is towards the wall (god this is stupid why are you being so paranoid all of a sudden) and you relax.

Not of your own accord.

Your unease is replaced by cold dread because now you can’t move. There’s a buzzing filling your ears. All you can do is stare across the room at your desk under the window, sunlight filtering in through the gap in the curtains and illuminating the room in a warm light.

There’s something wrong. Something glitching. The air is wavering and darkening in one spot with a distant crackling sound and you squint to see it’s -

Something is looming over you. Something cold and broken. Your heart is pounding a frantic tattoo against your ribcage as it gets closer. Black is edging your vision as your head swims. Your eyes are darting around frantically, searching, looking for something akin to the terror rising in your chest. The thing’s dark presence is undeniable and it’s getting closer and closer until -

Everything is breaking apart. Fours and nines and threes and sixes. Data and time raining down.

Broken memories.
Distant laughter.
Flickering hopes.

everythingisinplaceeverythingisinplaceeverythingisinplace

It’s cold now. Your teeth hurt and the silence is pressing in on your ears. The presence is still there but it’s almost comforting, the promise of nothingness. You feel drowsy. Pins and needles are buzzing in your arms and legs, just a tingle, but they’re getting sharper by the moment. You try to move and static skitters through your veins.

You can see the presence now. It’s hunched and lurking, but shifts when your gaze falls on it. It pushes itself up, the stability of its form piteous.

You get the feeling that it’s looking at you.

It chokes, a strangled gurgling sound coming from the back of its throat. Its outline flickers. Wavers.

The cold is burrowing into you but there’s a strange heat in your chest. The pins and needles are turning into small sparks of pain, but you can’t do more than lie there, thoughts distorting and turning sluggish, staring at the thing. It’s definitely staring back by now, and you watch as it shivers.

There’s a light and it seems to bore into the back of your mind. It’s burning and bright and the blue of the unbridled grief of hopes taken too soon and a life ruined in a noiseless room.

Your mouth tastes like iron and all you can process is the blue light, the ruined dreams and the lost promise of living. a burning desire to go back and a bitter, tearing realization that there’s no leaving.

Cracked. Splintered. 
Broken beyond repair.

Ev e rythi n g is i n pl a ce

The thing is crying. It crackles and chokes.

The dread weighing on your chest has lessened to be replaced with a numbness. The thing’s presence is wavering and the light is flickering.

The heat in your chest gives a sharp jab, white-hot and burning.

It subsides into a gentle warmth. The light is dimming. It’s sputtering and the thing’s misery floods the space, clawing at your eyes and heart and -

It’s gone and you’re alone with nothing but a pressing sense of loss and loneliness. It’s empty and hollow and It’s living in your bones, stirring in the marrow and splintering and you almost miss how

Everything was in place.

The air is like burnt sugar, sickly sweet and sticky and cold.

You can’t bring yourself to move. You’re too tired, too heavy, and so you just lie there, drowsy and disoriented, bathed lovingly in mute horror and focusing on the warmth the warmth the warmth -

You’re sitting next to the man. He’s sitting to your right and now there’s another empty chair to your left. You can see your house, sitting still and calm, as if nothing had ever happened.

“Something happened,” you breathe and he nods like he already knows. Like he felt static and nothingness and reality ripping in two, too. “There was something. Everything fell apart and I could feel this… this… coldness. Like - like everything was gone. And th- there was this… this thing. It - it -…”

The man lowers his shades and his widened eyes are a dark, deep blue.

“Don’t say anything more.” His voice is rough, practically a whisper, tight with… fear? Unease? A shiver runs down your spine as he continues.

“You shouldn’t talk about people who are listening.”

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I had another photoshoot today. I am booking these jobs left and right. I am so thankful. I hope to have my next cover soon. Keep your eye on your girl. I am up and coming. My dreams are coming true!

anonymous asked:

Playing hide n seek with Harry would be so much fun. He probably wouldn't count all the way to 100 and try to cheat by not covering his eyes to see which way you went. Once he 'counted' to 100 he set off to find you, not taking very long to find you. He could hear your breathing under the bed. Laughing when you squeal really loud when he grabs your ankles to drag you out. Denying his kisses when you realize that he cheated and cheaters don't deserve to get kisses.

“You’re going to deny me kisses?!?” He’s laying on top of you trying to kiss you but you’re moving your head to dodge his lips.

“I don’t give kisses to CHEATERS!” You giggle at his fake shocked expression.

He squishes your cheeks together to puff out your lips and he aggressively pushes his lips against yours. You both giggle into one another’s mouth’s, especially when he reaches down to tickle at your stomach a little.

“OkAY OKAY!” You shout as much as you can. “STOP. I demand a rematch!”

“But baby you’re not gonna-”

“ONE… TWO…. THREE…..” Your eyes are closed and you’re already counting. He giggles and mutters “shit” while he scrambles off of you, desperate to find his hiding place.

anonymous asked:

There is a box. Inside you find a donut. Each time you eat it, a new one appears. Endless supply. Next to it is a beautiful woman who wants to be yours for one night only. You can only pick one. What do you do?

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Endless donuts vs woman of dreams for one night. There’s a catch right? There’s a heart attack just waiting to happen in either of these two scenarios right? This is so evil! Why would you put me through this?! I can’t even. Not even even. like gahhhh. *covers eyes with hand* okay donuts let me have them sugar glazed donuts.

Okay, like, I acknowledge that Lake Lyn is an actual lake in The Shadowhunter Chronicles. But what if it was a salt flat instead? It WAS a lake but then it dried up, which explains how the mirror was lost over time. Then the rain comes and, for a very short while, it becomes a mirror again. And salt flats, when the rain comes and turns them into the worlds largest mirrors, are called the border between heaven and earth which is also perfect for the mythos of Lake Lyn. And, I mean, just imagine a giant fucking angel with golden wings covered in eyes and moving runes appearing in the middle of this:

catness2121  asked:

⚠️⚠️⚠️

My muse is being held in solitary confinement and hasn’t seen anyone for weeks. Send ⚠ to find them.

-Curled up hugging his legs, his eyes
 dark as they carried no light. bruises
were covered around his wrists and
ankles. tears slowly fell as he silently
sat there. the area was dirty. The room
was dark and the only light was under
 the door. Visions head was low as he
 sat there. a chain around his ankle as
it was chained to floor. his voice hiked
as he slowly raises his head hearing the
 door unlocked. tiredly watching as the
door slowly opened he closes his eyes
and covered his face as the light was too bright.-

Childhood Friends Au

The intoxicating scent of tobacco and illicit substances fill the dark room, thin smoke clouding the space, fading the bright flashing lights into slightly tolerable glow blending all too loudly with the club beat.

Namjoon is now far too accustomed to this environment to give two shits about it, let alone one. The women too provocative in both actions and appearance, the drinks too expensive, and the crowd too cheap.

Deep in-fucking-side of his forsaken soul, Namjoon loathes being here with every fiber of his being. But in order to be successful, he chose to surround himself with those who already are, blinded by his burning desire to get to the top.

Amidst the darkness and the obnoxious noise, he sees at the corner of his eye a familiar figure at the other end of the room. Jimin stands at the very back, his face on the verge of tears. Taehyung in front of him holds a satisfied smug, hands covering the eyes of none other than Jinnie at the very front. When he lets go of his hands, it doesn’t take long for Jinnie to confusedly scan the room and spot Namjoon who, at the moment, happens to be making out with another random woman.

Jinnie freezes and so does Namjoon. Jimin pleads to Taehyung, and Taehyung once again covers Jinnie’s eyes, whispering in the older’s ear with a smile. Jimin finally had enough and gently tugs Jinnie out of the room, the older staggering as he blindly follows. Namjoon meets Taehyung’s eyes, reading the younger mouths with a mischievous smile.

“Didn’t I tell you? I really like happy endings.”

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.