Drawing for @kurotsuki14!

Cuando ví que entró una Dolphi al rol, estaba demasiado contenta. Y ahora, eres de las mejores amigas que he hecho ;v;

¡Siempre has sido sincera y buena conmigo! No merezco a alguien tan buena como tú. Me has ayudado en todo momento, incluso si dices que no. No puedo agradecerte todo lo que has hecho por mi en tan poco. Siento haber sido tan egoísta algunas veces, gracias por quedarte ahí incluso cuando estaba horriblemente mal.

Dijiste que no sabiás como se sentía que alguien te dibujase algo, aquí esta. Solo para tí. Sep, me acuerdo de aquella conversación.

Realmente espero que te guste, Dolphi mayor y nieve. 

Soy buena preguntando x,D

Gracias por haber entrado a mi vida ;v;

sweetpsalmist  asked:


Send, “Wait! What are you-” for my muse to straight up kiss your muse.

Or send ‘Mmmf!’ for your muse to straight up kiss mine.

(Accepting both)

“It’s so beautiful to watch the sun set and the stars come out.” Gudako’s words were soft, whispered in slight embarrassment. It was odd to say such a sentimental thing to someone else. Those kinds of thoughts - the ones of contemplation, of philosophy, of deep thinking - were always tucked away where no one could hear them or even know she was thinking them. That was why she stayed alone so often. To think to herself about the things that people laughed at her for, whether she spoke them aloud or not.

But David was different. He felt and understood the splendor, the beauty, the wisdom in nature. He knew the peace, the comfort, the joy one could find in the passing of seasons. It was enough to make her tear up more often than not; just another reason why she preferred to spend silent moments alone. But with David, maybe it was even better. Her emotions felt more raw, perhaps because she didn’t have to hide anything. Her thoughts, her feelings - he would judge none of that, and instead would appreciate them. Somewhere deep in her heart, there was a possibility that Gudako felt a measure of “love” for him because of that, but it was hard for her to determine what love was and meant, when it was the people who told her they loved her that hurt her the most.

Her heart was racing, aching in her chest, all because their hands were touching. Of course it was David’s hand resting gently atop hers; she had not even a shred of bravery in her to strive for the affectionate contact she begged for with so much earnesty that she would dream about it at night, and wake up in tears because that warmth was gone. But as the moments passed and the sun sank lower, her heart slowed, a soft smile gracing her lips as her eyelids drooped. It was only twilight, and yet she was tired, and she knew it was because she finally felt truly relaxed in ages.

She turned her head to face the Archer. Their eyes met. Yes, Gudako knew David. She relied on him. She felt safe with him, and maybe that meant that she “trusted” him. And that didn’t break, not even a little, when he seemed to. The intimacy of the moment must have surely struck him, because without a word he leaned down and suddenly pressed his lips to hers.

It was gentle, chaste, and kind, full of a sincere care for her that she found hard, if not impossible, to believe anyone would feel towards her. Her breath caught in her throat, and her cheeks must have burned as hot as the sun itself. She was caught off guard, yes, but in a wonderful way. She blinked back tears, eyes still open as she just slightly pursed her lips against his. Her heart sped up tenfold, pounding against her ribs. It was actually painful, and yet it didn’t last long enough.

He drew away quickly and with a small gasp, as though he couldn’t believe what he had done. They regarded each other with wide, unblinking eyes, the sun striking their features, the awestruck look on their faces. His mouth opened, shut, then opened again as he tried to stammer out an apology, an explanation. But she stopped him before he could start with a loud, uncontrollable laughter, full of delight and embarrassment and foolishness.

Her ears burned to be laughing, and she had no idea where it even came from. Maybe, in that moment, she was just overwhelmed with a gladness of being alive and the joy of being with David. She didn’t know, but she turned her palm up to squeeze his hand in a silent way or accepting what he’d done. He stared at her in stunned silence, before a big smile spread across his face and he laughed, too, nervous and flustered.

After a moment, Gudako’s body settled, although her lips were still tingling for more. They smiled at each other one last time, a silent agreement to keep the moment to themselves, and maybe they also agreed to do this again - but if it was a plan to watch the sunset together or kiss again, she wasn’t sure. Either way, their hands tightened around each other’s, and their faces turned towards the setting sun again, slowly watching the tomorrow come closer.

Lets make a trade

Idk but I had to, your dingos were to cute to pass up in a quick crap comic I drew, all in all they thought they could get parts and afew gallons of water for a box of random parts they picked up. The sheila of the dingos said all that syber would do is shoot at them for trying this crap…but…hey atleast they tried right? Also gomen for useing the dingos, they belong to you and I should have asked.

Oh my god. Hahah <3
I like how Banzai is just winking while he presents the box of TRASH, like “yeah babe gotchu some fucking trash. <3333″

anonymous asked:

OMG I just realize you accept senarios!? What about a cute one where Momo falls on Toshiro, just like your icon?

I do! Yes of course! Absolutely!! I’d love to omg so cute okay


Momo slid open the door to the tenth division office, poking her head in.

“Shiro..?” Her voice rang, her brown orbs scanning the room for him. He was out of view near the window, and when he heard his name being called he turned and walked towards the door. When Momo heard his footsteps she opened the door fully, smiling brightly at him. “Hello, Shiro, I have some-”

“It’s Captain Hitsugaya now, Hinamori.” The white haired boy said with a sigh.

“Ah, right, gomen!” She giggled as she handed him some papers. “These are for you.” She stated, but only then did her smile turn into a frown.

She had suddenly noticed when she looked closely at his face, there were dark bags under his eyes, he hadn’t gotten enough sleep.

“Toshiro,” Hinamori started, a worried tone lacing her voice. “You look so tired. You should rest. Let me help you with these.” The girl offered, beginning to take the files back from him, which he held onto tightly.

“No, I’m fine. I need to get this done and you need to get back to your division. Hirako is a slacker, you and I both know that.” Toshiro protested.

“Toshiro, give me the papers. You’re in no state to work.” She now demanded, tugging a little more fiercely at the papers.

“No,” He retorted stubbornly, still gripping the papers tightly.

“Toshiro!” She exclaimed, yanking the papers towards her. Toshiro took that as a challenge, and, with, what he realized too late, was too much force, tugged back, sending her and the papers crashing into his chest. The two of them fell backwards onto the floor, with Momo landing on top of Toshiro, her hands braced on his chest. Hitsugaya’s arms flew around her after he felt them falling, in an attempt to somehow lessen the impact for her. After a hard ‘thunk’ and a few moments of silence, the two realized their current position.

Momo suddenly pulled her hands away from his chest, to rest them on either side his head instead.

“Shiro, I am so sorry! I-I didn’t think..” She trailed off, flustered, but was too paralyzed to get off of the poor boy. His shocked turquoise orbs stared back at her, blinking in confusion at the entire situation.

The silence befell on the pair once again, a long while of them looking into each other’s eyes. Some greater force drew Momo’s small frame closer to his(or perhaps it was the weight of his hands, still on her back), until their noses were almost touching.

Somehow, some way, they ended up kissing. Momo didn’t remember how. What initiated it? Was it the slightest brush of their lips, or their foreheads touching? Did they pull back once they realized what had happened? She didn’t care. She was kissing him. Toshiro Hitsugaya. Her Shiro. She was kissing him. Wait..

Hinamori jerked back at the realization, her face painted bright red.

“What..?” Toshiro asked, still reeling.

“We… we… kissed..” The lieutenant replied, staring at him in shock. His eyes widened slightly, then relaxed again.

“Did… did you uh… like it..?” The captain asked shyly. Momo blinked. As if she could get any more red.

“W-well… I… yeah… I guess I did..” Her eyes were at the floor, the tips of his hair, the papers scattered on the floor. Anywhere but his eyes.

“Well, good. I did too.” Now it was he playing this avoiding-eye-contact game. Momo gasped quietly. There was yet another moment of silence.

“Are you still tired?” She asked, piercing through the absence of sound.

“No…” He replied quickly.

“… We should do it again.”


Thanks for the scenario!!! This was soooo much fun to write!!!

SOOOO good news and bad news, bad news i smashed the hell out of my phone when i was leaving otakon because it got caught in the door

looks great right, totally hella great, all in all, it doesnt work. To buy a new one it costs like 800 dollars 10/10. Good news Im opening up cheaper chibi commissions just for this month so i can pay for a new one, so If you would like a chibi commission just like this

that i usually charge 8-10 dollars for you can now get it for 6 Dollars 10/10,and regular commissions are down to 25 dollars each so super awesomeness is only for this month and hopefully i can get back up on my feet for a bit after being incredibly stupid u.u”