finally finished how do you like it


After two long night of non-stop work they are finally finished! Now I’ve always wanted to make phone charms and I’ve finally done it! I plan on getting these in bulk and selling them on Etsy but first, I need to know a tally of how many I’ll need.

If you are interested in getting one, send me a message with the ones you want and when there’s enough, I’ll put them up in a store! I’ll probably do a pre-order with a bonus too! Most likely McHanzo related :3c

If these get popular enough too, I’ll make Soldier 76 and Reaper one to match



So. Prompto. Nifilheim. Let’s talk about some shit. 

Nifilheim breeds humans like livestock to use in their experiments. These humans are branded and numbered at birth. Probably categorized too maybe Idk. So Prompto has this bar code tattooed on his wrist. A key code that can open doors in Nifilheim bases. I always wondered why he always wore that ugly wristband… And now the bracelets but those are cute so I didn’t really question those. He probably has some markings on his arm too. An ID number maybe? That would explain the bandana. We all know it was hiding something. Prompto was born to be turned into a daemon. He somehow escaped the base as a baby or a toddler. He was with Noct in elementary school at age 8, so he must have been too little to remember. I hope his DLC tells us wtf happened and how tf he got into Lucis, Insomnia too of all places damn. So that explains why he had a sad and lonely childhood living alone, no family, no friends, living off of fast food because he can’t cook and it’s cheap so he got fat (I relate rip), and not having a chance to develop or learn any social skills. Thus him being far too nervous to approach Noct when they were kids. Back to the main theory I want to discuss. I am honestly surprised no one has made this connection yet… But I see how it could be very easily overlooked. There is a boss fight in a certain familiar cave we all know. Fociaugh Hollow. We need to go find Ramuh’s totem or whatever, that’s cool. We’ve been in there before in a certain wonderful demo. However, something is very wrong here this time, and it is way more significant than we think. The Naga. She’s a daemon created by Nifilheim, as are all of the daemons. She was once a human… Being breeded… Before being horribly experimented on and transformed into a giant snake daemon. Why does that matter, hmm? Because she says something very, very interesting. She says “My baby…” and grabs, who else? Prompto. She rips Prompto off of the cliff, claiming he is her baby. Is that really what she meant? Possibly. Was she just angry at the intruders? Probably. However, she continues with the weirdly specific dialogue with the boys. She asks Noctis, “My baby… Where?” Now, this might not seem significant, but it’s the answer options that make it so. Noct can answer with “I don’t know”, or “I know where.” Maybe he just wants to bluff to get out of it. Maybe. However if you say you do know where, she immediately claims that you stole him from her. Why would you steal a baby Naga? Why wouldn’t she think “oh you know where he is? Can you bring him here/take me to him?” Maybe because she’s a mindless killing machine? No. She knows where her son is. She wants him back. She misses her baby. She is not just a mindless, heartless killing machine at all. The human who lost her baby is still in there, crying out for her son. Of course, these boys have no idea that’s even the case or that turning humans into daemons is even possible at this point. At this point in the game, they still have no idea where these daemons are coming from, and they still think the MTs are just machines, not daemons inside electronic exoskeletons. Prompto has no clue either. He doesn’t know his mother could be a daemon now. He’s just panicking and freaking out that a giant slimey snake monster just ripped him off of a cliff in a dark scary cave. But that daemon could very possibly be, and probably is, what has become of Prompto’s mother. And the saddest part is, she knows. She knows full well. She recognized him. She knew that was her baby. She knew (assumed) Noct took him from her. When really neither Noct or Prompto have any idea at all who she really is or what happened to her or baby Prompto. She was sad. She wanted her son back. And what’s even more sad? Her son was the one who ended up killing her. 

why wasn’t art taught at hogwarts???? imagine how cool a magical art lesson would be. we’d finally learn how they enchant the paintings to come to life and how they move from one canvas to another. do the people come to life while they’re being painted or after it’s finished?? do you reckon they just stand there impatiently moaning at the artists to “just hURRY UP AND PAINT MY ARMS ALREADY”???? do they offer encouragement and tips like “oh hey you missed a spot on my eyebrow could you just fix that for me”??? do the paintings have to be of a certain standard to come to life or are there a bunch of magical stick figures babbling at each other incoherently somewhere out there??? can you enchant muggle paintings to come alive or do they have to be painted by witches/wizards??? i need answers ok

Dear College Applicants,

I think it’s around Early Decision/Action time, as well as time for everyone to finish up college applications, so I just wanted to share a few tips on how to go about this process.

1.  Try your best to stay calm. No matter what, at the end of this, you will end up somewhere.

2.     If you’re dream school costs too much, don’t sacrifice everything to go. A degree is a degree. Get it, then maybe look into your dream school for grad if you chose to do so.

3.     Your first destination isn’t necessarily your final destination. You CAN transfer schools if you don’t like where you end up.

4.     Make sure you’re comfortable with your decision. If you have a feeling you wont like it there, don’t succumb to pressure from anyone else. No one knows you better than you know yourself.

 And for those of you who didn’t get into that dream school:

Your worth is not determined based on who chose to accept you. All of your accomplishments in your life cannot not be projected into your SAT scores and GPA. It’s their loss. You will do great things and thrive anywhere. It’s not about where you go, it’s about what you do there.

More to come later x

ps (check my college tab for more advice, and follow me on ig @parissdb)

💕Happy Valentine’s Day~ 💕

Happy Valentine’s Day~ I’m idol Kou JK LOL

So many good friends ask me to do a special skit for diaplushies, so as you wish I made 3 individual skits for each Shu, Subaru and Ruki plushies! (So you can imagine how you and your guy celebrate) The skits are cute, sweet and Salty tho~ No salt means no diabolik ya know!

And Bonus! I made 6 Diaplushies valentines cards! Send to the one you love~ or you can just tag them in this post~ maybe you want to print them out IDK do as you Like!!!!!! Why 6? Because 2 versions! Come And Check Them Out!


You Hoe.

I spent sometime use cocoa powder to form “I LOVE U” OMG LOL

How about play pocky game~?

Sorry I don’t know anymore (maybe I don’t have other idea)…. Sorry Ruki…

By the way I finished Ruki’s outfit~ He finally has his own outfit!!!!!

Now Prepare For the V-Day Cards:

I actually made these cards before Rejet’s new chibis with tux and blowing kisses….Well we got each other Rejet~!

Love You Guys~~~*SNUGGLE*


@incorrectrotbtdquotes I’m so happy you liked my art! Here is another one, that’s being lying WIP in my files for over 2 months (high time for me to finally finish it xD). I was planning to do more, because Incorrect ROTBTD Quotes are just that addicting! 

BTW this is my personal favourite, since it depicts my Team Mom Hiccup headcanon.

do you ever think about how the final line of last kiss is ‘your name forever the name on my lips, just like our last…’ and taylor never finishes the sentence so it hangs forever uncompleted just like their relationship does!!! you expect that final word like she expects that last kiss but it never comes!!! also it’s super clever because it mirrors how by leaving the guy got the the last word in the relationship!!!! it’s also so hopelessly sad almost like she can’t say the final word and accept the song and their relationship is really over!!!!! 

Did some warm-up figure drawings and then decided to do some warm up portraits referencing some photos of Thorin and then I became obsessed with silhouetting his hair and then a finished portrait happened… the end :P

This makes me wanna do some tan toned paper portraits again.  I’ve become obsessed with drawing on my cintiq and need to get my hands dirty again. It’s just so addicting since I’m a very messy sketcher and it’s easier to clean up and fix mistakes.  i can’t tell you how many drawings I had to throw out because I ruined the paper before I could even work on finalizing it! Or I’d finish something I wasn’t totally happy with just because I couldn’t make anymore adjustments. I feel like I finally have a tool that allows me to be the artist I always wanted to be ^____^  I actually broke down crying while typing a thank you e-mail to the person who gave it to me…oh no!! My eyes are getting misty just thinking about it!!

Finally finished this Manwe and Varda picture inspired by Jugendstil graphics. Actually it`s more of costume sketch than art as these are outfits I had in my head while me and my friend were sewing our own Manwe and Varda costumes (which you can see here and here. Still plan to do proper photoshoot this year)

Also bonus! Just for fun made gif of my progress of working on this picture. So if anyone interested how it looks like:

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Omg guys!! Finally im back to posting art more regularly. I finished this super busy and hectic semester atlast and now I have lots of time for art. Holy shiiiiit!! This blog has 950 followers thats insane! Thank you everyone likes and reblogs my art. You have no idea how happy it makes me to know that people enjoy my art. I say this alot but I really do mean it.

This is a sketch of Feyre and Rhysand cause I wanted to sin on my first post since October 😆😏! I might paint this in guoache and watercolors. Enjoy!

You know what would be hilarious if there’s an Even Bech Næsheim Effect

Like what if everyone is just insanely charmed by him? Listen, so the rest of the Baby Boy Squad finally meets Even and they’re all just lumps of heart eyes.

Jonas was ready to give him the shovel talk and tell him how he would end him and sell his meat to a Kebab shop but … well, he is so absolutely charmed by Even that he can’t finish his threat just smile fondly. 

Mahdi wants to be best bros with Even because he likes the sickest songs in the world and ‘What do you mean you don’t like Gabrielle, Isak she is a legend’ and basically he makes it a rule that Even must be at all pre-drinks. 

Magnus thinks that Even is probably the coolest person and is about a second away from beginning to hero worship the guy.  And ‘Hey Isak do you think I’m in love with him as well?’ 

Why’s There A Stocking On the Door?

@lynnialljohnson asked: Can we please have J/C on the ridge being constantly interrupted durring steamy make out sessions until they finally just lock everyone out of the house for a bit? Maybe Ian explains to an embarrassed Bree why they’re locked out? At Christmas?

I don’t have the words for how much I love this!!! Also when I finished writing it, I realized I forgot about the Christmas aspect of the act. So, I’ll do another one, because I have a really really fun modern plan for it. Hope you like that one too!


I whirled around, alarmed by the tone of Jamie’s voice.

“What is it? Who’s bleeding?”

“No one!”

I frowned up at him.

“Then why are you yelling for me?”

His eyes glittered.

“The house is empty.”


“So our house has been overrun wi’ people for two bloody weeks and I havena had ye properly in all that time.”

“So your daughter and her children are ‘overrunning’ our house?”

“Aye. When she and her husband and bairns sleep so close to our room, I canna take ye the way I want.”

“And how do you want to take me?”

Those full lips pulled into a mischievous smile.


Gathering me into his arms, he sat me on the table in my surgery and kissed me hard. I heard a rustling of fabric as he fumbled with my skirts.

“The first time in two weeks and you want to make me scream, so you decide make love to me on the table in my surgery?”

He shrugged and nipped at my ear.

“Weel, if ye’d been in the kitchen, I’d take ye in the kitchen. Ye just happened to be here.”

I moaned softly as his teeth moved to the side of my neck. His hand snaked between my legs, making me gasp.


Jamie puled back and glared down at me, silently commanding me to keep my mouth shut.

“I have to,” I whispered.

“It canna be life or death,” he muttered, gently probing my hot flesh.

“I’m the doctor here, Jamie. There isn’t another healer about for miles.”

“Aye, I ken that.”

We heard the boards creak as Ian came closer to the surgery. Jamie muttered a few choice curses in Gaelic and stepped away from me. I’d just gotten off the table and righted my skirts when Ian came in.

“There ye are, Auntie.”

“What can I do for you, Ian?”

“I was wondering if ye had some o’ that tea to help wi’ a woman’s monthly? Poor Rachel canna hardly stand.”

“Of course.”

Jamie was glaring darkly at his nephew as I pulled bottles and jars from various cupboards.

“Brew as much of it as you can, you can always warm it later.”

“Thanks, Auntie. Sorry for, ah… Interrupting.”

Jamie’s ears burned pink. 

“It’s alright.”

Ian’s request for tea reminded me that I had something of my own brewing in the kitchen.

“Where are ye going!?” Jamie demanded as I followed Ian out.

“I have to check on my pot in the kitchen.”

“Damn it Claire!”

I had to admit I was having a little fun teasing him like this. His angry footsteps stomped along behind me, though he didn’t try to stop whatever I was doing. He knew better.

After checking that my latest experiment was progressing well, I turned to him.

“You said you’d take me in the kitchen?”

He didn’t answer, just pushed me onto the heavy wooden table he’d built me. His mouth found mine, eager and demanding and tasting faintly of whiskey.

“Christ ye taste good, Sassenach.”

“I was just thinking the same of you.”

While he kissed me again, I felt him tugging at the ties of my bodice.


Jamie let out an audible growl.

“What do ye want, Jeremiah?”

Jem stopped short and stared at the two of us, eyes wide.

“Mam sent me to ask if ye-”

“I dinna care what yer mam asked. I’m having a conversation wi’ your granny just now. Come back in an hour.”

“But mam said she needed Granny to look at Mandy’s rash. Da thinks it’s no’ a bad one, but-”

Jamie’s mood was getting worse.

“Jemmy, darling,” I said before Jamie did something Bree would scold him for later. “If Mandy hasn’t got a fever, she’ll be alright. I’ll be down in an hour when I’ve finished with your grandda, alright?”

“Mam’s no’ gonna be happy about that.”

“I dinna care a bloody bit if she’s no’ happy,” Jamie grumbled in my ear.

“Tell her you tried, but your grandfather is a very stubborn Scot. I’ll be by as soon as I can.”

“Aye, Granny.”

Jemmy scampered away and Jamie got up, slamming the door closed behind him.

“Come wi’ me. Now.”

“I thought you were fine taking me anywhere?”

“Aye, I am. But I dinna want to wake up in an hour on the ground. My back canna handle that, aye?”

“So are we going to our room, then?”

“Aye. And bolting the bloody door. I’ll no’ be interrupted again.”

I followed him up the stairs to our room but paused at the door. I kicked my shoes off and pulled one stocking down.

“What the devil are ye doing, woman?”

“Making sure Bree doesn’t come barging in on us in the middle of our love-making.”

Jamie barked a laugh, puling at the ties of his shirt.

“She wouldna!”

“Oh if she’s angry enough, she might…”

“So why do ye put the stocking on the door?”

I smiled.

“It’s something Bree learned when she went to university. It’s just a signal. Never you mind.”

I closed the door and bolted it shut. That made Jamie smile even more.

“Come here,” he said, hooking his finger at me.

Walking slowly, I pulled loose the laces of my bodice, sighing in relief when it came free.


I froze, hands on the back of my skirts ready to let them go. He was glaring at me.


“That’s my job, Sassenach!”

“Undressing me?”

“Aye! Like unwrappin’ a present.”

Hands on my hips, I grinned at him.

“I didn’t know you were quite so fond of that. But you know that means you can’t take off your kilt. That is strictly my job.”

“Aye, and so it is, my own.”

His arms slid around my waist while he lowered his mouth to mine. Hands moved down and gripped my buttocks hard. I waited for the exclamation that would come as it always did.

“Christ, ye’ve the fattest arse.”

“Like clockwork,” I muttered, tangling my fingers in his hair.

He had me out of my gown and standing in only my shift in rather short order. While he might enjoy unwrapping the gift that was me, but he was clearly not ready to wait longer than he had to. I felt him begin to pull the hem of my shift up, but I stepped back.

“My turn,” I panted.

He muttered darkly and stood waiting, hands balled into fists.

I walked around him, much like I had on our wedding night all those years ago. When I was back in front of him, I pulled at the belt holding his kilt on.

“I know how much you love my fat ass,” I said slowly. “But I adore your kilt.”

“Oh aye. Easy access. Dinna have to fiddle wi’ laces and whatnot.”

“That’s part of it. But I get to see your legs more. And sometimes I can catch a peek beneath it.”

“Ye naughty thing!” he said sharply. “Trying to see beneath a man’s kilt. And a marriet man, no less.”

“A married man with a very nice bottom.”

He pulled off his shirt and grinned at me.

“A nice bottom and a verra stiff cock,” he said.

“How would you like me, darling?”

His eyes moved up and down my body, assessing.

“The bed. Wi’ yer arse in the air.”


“Leave it.”

Grinning, I crawled onto our bed and tucked my knees beneath myself, sitting up like a stinkbug.

“Holy God…”

I felt two large hands squeeze my taught backside before the bed creaked as he knelt behind me.

“I dinna like servicing ye so quiet. I like to hear ye scream.”

“So you’ve said. Think you’re up for the task?”

He grabbed my hand and pulled it behind me. I snorted when he pressed it against himself.

“What say ye?”

“Definitely up for the task.”

“Oh aye. But are you?”

“Why don’t you find out?”

He teased me for a moment, making me grip the quilts with white knuckles. Then he pushed slowly home, my body trembling as he did.

“Oh God…”

“Oh Jamie.”

“I mean to hear ye screaming for me, Claire.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Apparently he was waiting for my permission. As soon as I gave it, he let loose. My whole body jerked when he slammed against me. I was screaming like mad, giving myself fully over to the sensation he awoke within me. I felt bruises forming beneath his fingers where he gripped my hips.

We fell over the precipice together, crying out for each other. Jamie caught himself just before he collapsed on top of me. He lay down on his back, broad chest heaving. I scooted over to him and rested my head where I always fit.

“Ye ken I’ve only ever loved you, right?”

“Yes, I know. And you know that you’re the true love of my life?”

“Aye, Sassenach. I ken it verra well.”


Ian saw a flash of red hair and kent it wasna his uncle.

“Bree! Ye canna go in the house!”

“And why not?! I sent Jem to get Mama and she said she’d come when she could?!”

“Ah… The shutters are closed in the surgery.”

Bree fixed him with a glare that rivaled both her mam and her da.


“And I reckon the door to the kitchen’s bolted too.”


“So I think they forgot to bolt the main door. Ye dinna want to go in there just now.”

Her eyes flashed dangerously. It was a look he’d seen often enough on his own mam that he took a step back.

“I don’t care what she’s doing. I need her!”

She started for the house and he grabbed her arm.

“No, cousin! Ye canna! If the doors are bolted it’s because Auntie’s, er… Busy.”

“With what!”

“Uncle Jamie!”

“What does-”

Bree stopped suddenly before her eyes widened. He watched the red creep up her neck just like it did wi’ Uncle Jamie.

“Oh God! They’re…”


“How do you know they’re…”

Ian’s brows went up and he tried hard not to laugh at her.

“Uncle Jamie loves Auntie Claire a great deal, aye? He canna help himself. And I’ve lived around them a while. I ken how they get.”

“Well, in that case… I suppose I’ll just go wait for Mama to… ah… finish.” 

Bree cringed at her choice of words and left quickly. At least he’d stopped her from seeing, or hearing, too much.


I’d like to title these: Man, I hope TWRP Understands How Much I Love Them Through These Because it Took Me Goshdarn For-FREAKING-Ever to Finish These: A Series of Paintings and Suffering

WELP, it’s been about half a year since I started these boys, I’m so glad I finally finished them! Remind me to never do traditional ever again. I ended up going to digital for some final touches and lighting anyways lol.

the 2 different sides of ryan ross
  • lyrics: "I feel as if I'm a figurine. I feel like something on strings posed by love's fragile fingers and possessed by a frantic fluttering in my chest. I am renewed. I am not of rags or of scraps. Pristine... I am something velveteen. The charcoal clouds have finally finished spitting on me, concentrating instead on painting a faithful portrait splashed across the canvas of the wine red heavens. You are draped across a vast daffodil cream."
  • his pet salamander bio: "Hey! this is ryan and I play guitar and sing for pet salamander. Im 16 and go to gayorman and I dont have a girlfriend but i would like one!!hint hint anyways theres some things you need to know about pet salamander like that 3 out of the 4 people in the band are gay, and they try to hit on me all the time. but anyways im sure that you know that im the hottest and most talented person in the band and that all the girls should know that! haha um some stuff that i like :punk rock!! rocky road icecream, Torengos chips, Marissa,and dancing cuz im so good at it! thats all later!!!!!!!! Ryan."

“Hinata… This big idiot finally understands… The real meaning of the scarf you gave me when you went with Toneri… I know now, from the scarf you painstakingly knitted and took so long to finish, that your love can’t be unraveled so easily… Wait for me… This whole time, you always loved me for the way I am… Now, as a man, there’s something I must tell you… Hinata, I swear I will save you!”

Sherlock ended in the best way possible

The Sherlock ending was one of the most magnificent pieces of television I’ve ever seen. The emotion, storyline, characters and cinematography was out of this world. I personally don’t ship Johnlock, they are the perfect set of friends, and that’s it. The writers never queerbaited, they’ve specifically outlined that Johnlock will NEVER happen on the show. Please stop trying to bring down this fantastic episode and ending because your OTP didn’t go canon. If you want to read into the show and make fan fiction, then by all means do that, but don’t go so deep as to convince yourself that ‘Johnlock’ is real and the writers are using ‘hints’ throughout the show before a big reveal in the finale episode. To be honest, I feel sorry for you guys, you don’t like the final episode ever, you’ve finished the show off in a terrible way. Don’t ruin Sherlock because it’s different to how you envisioned it. Don’t do that to yourself. Even if you’re upset about Johnlock, appreciate it for how amazing it was, how the writing was beyond perfect and how it really captured our characters for who they are. This was the ending of Sherlock, and it was one of the best conclusions I’ve ever seen. I will always adore this show, and how they brought it all home in the end, it amazes me. It ended openly, you can interpret it however you want. But it ended how it started (with the addition of a baby). John and Sherlock back in 221B Baker Street, raising little Rosie, doing what they do best, solving crimes.

Originally posted by holmesdaily


I’m so happy about how it came out tbh. It’s been a while I’m trying to do something like this. Probably the shadows are a bit fucked up but I didn’t use much references tbh. Also his skin is a bit too light, but I was already half way through it when I realized it and just decided to finish it and maybe do a more accurate redo in a year, you know, maybe for progress.