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anonymous asked:

can you write a trimberly fic where they're already dating and during an argument one of them says something hurtful, but doesn't realize it cause of how mad she is and the other just gets kind of quiet because she's actually really hurt? super angsty with a happy ending?

Thanks for the prompt!

Kimberly is well aware that her walking personification of an angry cat girlfriend is actually the softest softy to ever soft, and while the other girl mostly keeps to herself, there are various moments when she just drives Kimberly up the wall. She hates when the other woman leaves her dirty clothes all over the bathroom floor, hates when she doesn’t pick up after herself and she ends up tripping over gadgets the Latina steals from Billy’s lab without his knowing, hates that she’s always leaving empty water bottles on the kitchen counter or on the coffee table, and she hates when Trini blasts music while she paints in their apartment on the nights before Kimberly has a big exam. It makes her groan in frustration as she glares down at her notes, reading the same line at least three times before understanding the first half of the sentence.

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anonymous asked:

hello! :3 just want to drop by and say i love you-r art haha. also-this is so random but i wanted to ask how much time it takes you to make art /like pics and vids/? thanks and have a good day~

It honestly varies! 

work like this

Originally posted by seiyoko

could take only an hour and a half from opening the canvas to finishing

but the more ambitious or clean I want to be about it makes the time go up a lot.

this piece took a long time to do  (4-5 hours?) cause I really wanted to get the clothes movement right, and it’s not an easy side-to-side sway. I think this piece took like 5+ hours to do, because I knew if I didn’t get the tone just right it’d fail lol.

The doodles that I do the day of release (ex., the bon voyage doodles) tend to be rushed and very simple! of course I work them to completion but they aren’t super ambitious. 

and when it comes to pieces where I draw the entire bkg

Originally posted by seiyoko

it becomes well over 10-15 hours :’)

These are all guesstimates though! I tend to lose track of time when working, I only keep tract of my time very particularly when I do commissions.

anonymous asked:

what are some good memories peanut has of their parents kirk and ct?

‘kirk an’ ct are jus the ones thatve been aroun’ peanut the longessst.’

Painting Brighton // Joe Sugg

Word Count- 933

Request- could you do one with joe where the reader is drawing on the beach in brighton and joe notices and compliments her and they start talking and she tells him she’s also from london but she came here because she wanted to draw the ocean and they take a walk on the beach and they don’t notice that it’s already evening but he doesn’t want to stop talking to her so he asks her out?

A/N- I’m writing again. Not every day, but more often. At least i’ll try. im still working through some things so bear with me. also i suck at titles sorry


Your focus remained on the canvas as the sounds of Brighton flowed around you. You heard the calls of seagulls, the rushing of waves, the passing of cars, the chatter of people; but your eyes stayed on the brush that dragged along the linen. You grabbed a different brush and dabbed it into the yellow paint. You swirled the brush in a sloppy circle as your eyes darted from the actual sun to the replicate one on the canvas. Luckily, it was a somewhat of a cloudy day, so looking at the sun wasn’t too harsh.

As you grabbed the brush that would recreate the clouds, you heard a voice.

“That’s amazing,” you turned and looked at the lean boy behind you.

“Thank you,” you smiled.

“Is it a hobby or a profession?” he asked as he stepped closer.

“Just for fun,” you turned back and began on the clouds.

“Well, you could definitely make some money off these,” he said, you could hear the smile in his voice.

“You think?” you smirked.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I can already see your name on all the billboards in London!”

“You don’t know my name,” you stated.

“Why don’t you tell me then,” he eyed you as you sat down your pallet.

“I’m Y/n,” you smiled, sticking out your hand.

“Joe. Joe Sugg,” he shook your hand. You took note at how your hands fit together.

“So, Joe.” You chuckled as you noticed your little rhyme. “What do you do for a living?”

He sat down on the pebbles and looked up at you, “I’m a YouTuber.”

“Ahh, I see,” you smirked, picking up your pallet. “You’re one of those kind of people.”

“Oi!” he defended. “Don’t knock it ’til ya try it.”

You pointed your brush at him, “Don’t tell me want to do Mr. I have weapons.”

He scoffed, “Please, paint isn’t a weapon.”

“Oh really? Let’s see how good it looks on your white shirt then,” you lunged at him.

“Hey!” he jumped away. “Woah!”

You stopped but he continued to run.

After he was about 10 feet away, he turned back towards you.

“Well are you coming?” he flashed you a big smile.

“Coming where?” you asked.

“With me, of course!”


“C’mon Y/n! You’re wasting the night away.” He sighed.

“Its noon,” you laughed.

“Just come on!” he held out his hand.

You looked back at your art tools, “What the hell.”

You walked over to him and took his hand.


You two spent the next 20 minutes walking down the beach and talking.

“I grew up in a small village, but I wanted the experience of living in a big city. SO I moved to London,” he explained as you two walked past a small family.

“No way!” you gasped.

“What?” he looked over at you.

“I live in London too!” you smiled.

“Small world,” he chuckled.

“So what brings you to Brighton?” you asked, swinging your hand.

“Sister,” he said. “I come down every now and then to see her and her boyfriend.”

“And to film videos?” you added.

“That too,” he chuckled. “How about you? What brought you, the mysterious artist, to Brighton?”

“You think I’m mysterious?” you looked over at him.

“A little,” he smiled. “But you didn’t answer my question.”

“Well, if I answer it I won’t be mysterious anymore!” you giggled.

“Fine,” he sighed dramatically.

“But seriously, I came for this.” You motioned around you two. “The ocean. I actually didn’t go to a beach until I was about 15.”

“What? That’s crazy,” he said.

“I know!” you agreed.

“Have you drawn it before?” he asked.

“No, I just got into a drawing about a year or two ago actually,” you nodded, recalling the memories.

“Really? What got you into art?”

“I actually hated art growing up, but then in college I was sitting on the grass and was too bored to study. So I started sketching my dream wedding dress,” you chuckled. “Ever since, it’s been my safe haven.”

“You’re really good at it,” he looked over at you again, taking in every inch of your face.

“Thanks,” you met his eyes, then the sky behind him. “Holy crap. What time is it?”

He grabbed his phone with his free hand it clicked it on.

“Uh, about half past 9,” he looked up at you and chuckled.

“Crap,” you looked around. “Where are we?”

“I’m sure if we keep walking we’ll find your art stuff.”

“I just hope it wasn’t stolen,” you whispered.

He rubbed the back of your hand, “hey, don’t stress. If anything was stolen, I’ll buy it.”

“You don’t have to do that,” you sighed.

“I mean, I am the reason you left it.”

“But I don’t regret it,” you looked at him through your lashes.

He looked ahead and smiled, “There it is.”

“Oh thank god!” you untangled your hand from his and ran over to your set up. You began packing it up, making sure nothing was stolen.

A few moments later he appeared behind your canvas.

“Listen,” he started. “I really like you and I hope you like me too.”

“I do,” you interrupted.

“So would you like to go on a date when we get back to London?”

You grabbed a piece of paper from your bag, “I’ll be back next Monday.”

He took the paper that had your number scribbled on it and smiled.

“Can’t wait,” he smiled as he walked towards the town.

You looked at your half painted canvas.

Who knew the sea wasn’t the only good thing about visiting Brighton.


noticed there was a lack of half-naked Marco chasing after Marie in the snow and thought I might try my hand at rectifying that

somebody remind me not to speed draw because what is perspective //lays on floor facedown

The River Deep [1]

The River Deep: Chapter 1

Pairing: (eventual) Dean x reader

Summary: In which Dean has the same dream of a girl drowning, and he can never save her—until he can. He manages to convince himself it’s irrelevant until he gets a call from a real estate agent who’s got his name listed as the inheritor of a mansion. It shouldn’t matter…except she’s the girl from his dream.

Word count: ~2600

Warnings: Drowning, the feeling of being trapped, abusive/homicidal parents (not in this part), mental illness, some good ol’ profanity.

a/n: This first part is for the lovely @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ’s Danish Songs Challenge. My song was Riverside by Agnes Obel. The storyline is also inspired by the movie “The Curse of Sleeping Beauty” which…I do not recommend, but the premise of which is interesting. Unbetaed, thus all mistakes are mine. This was initially supposed to be a oneshot, but the story refuses to align with that, so this is the first part in a mini-series. If you’d like a tag, send me an ask/message.





Her scream.

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oscargot  asked:

bec!! how do you do the inifinite loopy background thing? i dont know if youve answered this before but i wanted to do something like that too!!

I actually used a little trick that I learned years ago, but sadly I can’t find the tutorial anymore, so I’ll see if I can recreate it!

You make a new canvas with a relatively small size and make sure that it is a square! For this example, I used 300x300. And then try to cram everything in that one square.

Then you open up Photoshop and go to the Filters tab, find Other, and then select Offset (I believe CS2 and above is capable of doing this).

And then you mess with the numbers a bit.

I heard that setting the Horizontal and Vertical values to half of your canvas width and height might help (for example, 150 and 150 since my canvas size is 300x300). I haven’t tested it but you can definitely try it!

Hope this helps!

Exhaulted Part Twelve

Originally posted by heartfelts0rrow

Parts: Prologue, One, Two, Three (M), Four, Five, Six (M), Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen (Coming Soon!)

Genre: Drama, Romance, Violence, etc.

Pairing: SehunxReaderxTO BE REVILED THIS PART

Word Count: 7K

A/N: I forgot some major plot points some out this part and so I accidentally held that back from y’all for a week while I was sick… #OOPS! Can’t wait to see y’all’s thoughts on it though! :D

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anonymous asked:

AU where David's suitcase and Jack's suitcase get mixed up on accident after a flight because they look the same- leads to awkward questions about what they're travelling with...

Two prompts filled in one day? Heck to the yes!

Also I got a little carried away with this one but it was fun 

Jack hovered around the baggage carousel, though he wasn’t entirely paying mind to the passing luggage. His gaze kept drifting over the people and the entire airport, stubbornly landing back on the guy standing not a few paces away from him. They had been on the same flight, Jack had seen him across the aisle.  He wanted to know his name, wanted to know why his attention kept sticking to this one man in particular.

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A Court of War and Starlight: ACOTAR FanFiction

So I dealt with my ACOMAF hangover by writing a fanfiction of how I suspected the third book would begin. When I started out with this a year ago, I thought Calanmai hadn’t happened in canon. I thought I would go just write up to Calanmai, but, as you probably know … I wound up writing a whole third book. You can click through chapter by chapter here, or visit it on Ao3, where you can download it for offline reading. I also have an audiobook version here. So, enjoy, share, and nurse your ACOMAF/ACOWAR(?) hangover along with me.

(Read: Part I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII | IX | X | XI | XII | XIII | XIV | XV | XVI | XVII | XVIII | XIX | XX | XXI | XXII | XXIII | XXIV | XXV | Nessian I | XXVI | XXVII | XXVIII | Elucien I | XXIX | XXX | XXXI | XXXII | XXXIII | XXXIV | XXXV | Elucien II | XXXVI | XXXVII | XXXVIII | Nessian II | XXXIX | XL | Feyrhys I | XLI | Elucien III | XLII | XLIII | Elucien IV | Nessian III | XLIV | XLV | XLVI | Elucien V | Azriel I | XLVII | XLVIII | XLIX | L | Elucien VI | Moriel I | LI | LII | LIII | LIV | LV | LVI | LVII | LVIII | LIX | LX | LXI | Nessian IV | LXII | LXIII | LXIV | LXV | LXVI | LXVII | LXIII | LXIX | LXX | LXXI | LXXII | LXXIII | LXXIV | LXXV | Epilogue )


It was quiet.

Laced beneath the quiet was death. Darkness. Wrath.

I sat in the middle of the gallery, the one place I could come where Tamlin would not enter unless I invited him–perhaps the best way he could pretend that this was still my home. I sat cross-legged on the table, a few pots of paint surrounding me, and closed my eyes.

Hello. I stroked a finger down the bond that was like my second spine, the bond that led straight to my mate. I could reach down it and feel him there, listening for me. Waiting. Living.


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“The world is ending, and i don’t care.”

chaboi taako (´・` )♡

TBH I’m super upset with this painting… it looks so nice on my computer, but when i post it to tumblr and everywhere else it looks like shit.. the purple really doesnt translate well, and that was literally half the canvas. thanks cmyk. i cry

Don’t Help - Ten | Part 2

Part 1


You sit down on the rooftop bench, and Ten slides closer to you, leaning close to you.

“Wow [y/n], you have not changed at all.  I can’t believe you didn’t recognize me at all…” He pouts cutely and you smile.  “I look the same too, right?”

You laugh out loud.  “Not even close! You got much more handsome.” You nudge his shoulder with yours.  “And your hair is much better now.  And you’re so tall! Still skinny though.”

Back in middle school, when your father still had his job, you and Ten were in the same class. You were popular and well liked by all of your classmates, but Ten wasn’t.  He was small and skinny, and he was the only one who didn’t walk home from school.  Ten would wait outside for a long black car to pick him up.

Ten’s financial situation was the main reason that he was so commonly disliked.  Female students thought he was good looking, but he always rejected anyone who confessed.  Male students were jealous of his surprising athletic ability, and scorned his money and good grades.

Of course, you were the only person who took Ten’s side every time.  You had met him years before, when you were only kids.  You and Ten enjoyed playing together, so you became close friends.  Once Ten started to become separated from the rest of the class, you would go out of your way to protect him.

One day, you and Ten stayed after school.  You were sharing a desk with Ten, sitting on a chair across from him.  

“I’m leaving,” Ten blurted out.

“Already? But it’s-”

“No,” he interrupted.  “I’m moving tomorrow.”

You sat up and stared at Ten’s uncharacteristically somber face.  “What?  You’re just telling me this now?!”

Ten looked away and sighed, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.  “I couldn’t tell you. Because I’d be too sad.”

You wanted to reach out to him, but you couldn’t do anything.  

Ten glanced at his phone then stood up, grabbing his notes from the desk.  “My car is here.”

You just stared at him, eyes sting with tears to come.  “You… you,”

He winked at you.  “I’ll see you again someday.  I promise.  So don’t miss me too much, alright?”  Then he smiled, his normal Ten smile, with eyes bright and happy as they should be. “I’ll miss you a lot, [y/n].  See you!”  Then he was gone.

Ten leans back and turns his face up to the sunny sky, exhaling peacefully.  You stare at your old friend, once again taken aback by his good looks. His lanky legs are stretched out in front of him, his arms out along the back of the bench.  You notice his arm that is along the back of the bench of the seat behind you and your face heats up, drawing your eyes back to his face.  His silky hair falls back from his face, revealing his light skin and thick eyelashes fluttering across his cheeks as he closes his eyes.

“Where have you been?”

Ten responds without opening his eyes. “Studying abroad.  China, Taiwan, Thailand, Japan…”

“I missed you,” you blurt out.  

Ten opens one eye and smiles. “I missed you too.” He sits up and turns to you again.  “By the way, how did you like your gift?”  

You cock your head, confused.  “Gift?  What…”

Oh my god, you think.  It all makes sense now.  Ten is the only person that cares enough about me to buy me something.

“You bought that? How?”

Ten smiles and your heart melts a little bit.  No, you think.  I can’t be doing this right now.  I have to tell him not to buy me stuff.  I don’t have time to fall for him, again.  

“I was standing in the hallway and saw where you were sitting.  You had a list in your notebook, and so I bought it all at that one art store close to campus. I was late to class, but the teachers thought I just got lost.” He laughs. “It’s not a big deal.  Besides, those girls were teasing you about being poor.  This should prove them wrong.”

You stand up, fists clenched.  “Is that why you did it?”

Ten looks up at you, surprised.  “What?”

“Is that why you helped me?  Because I’m a poor girl now?”

“No, of course not.” Ten says.  “I just thought-”

“Stop it.” You say.  You notice Ten flinch from the mean tone in your voice, but at the time you don’t care.   “I don’t want your charity, Ten.”

You turn on your heels and leave Ten on the roof, trying to get away before he sees the tears in your eyes.  I just met him again, and I yelled at him.  I didn’t want this to happen, this isn’t what I planned.  I never thought that I would meet him again, shouldn’t I just be thankful?

You walk back into your classroom after drying your eyes, and sit down.  Eunjin and Minji look at you, but say nothing.  

The rest of the school day passes slowly, and when the bell rings you bolt out of class, trying to prevent yourself from running into Ten.  I’m a terrible friend.  I’m terrible.


You step into your classroom, then speed up to a quick walk when you see your locker door swinging open.  To your dismay, your locker is empty of the art supplies that seemed like a dream.  

“No…” you mutter, sinking to the floor.  Those must have been so expensive.  I should have at least returned them.  

You stand up and put your things away, thankful that no one else comes to school as early as you do.  You walk slowly to your safe haven, the art room.  

For some odd reason, the lights in the art room are on. You freeze in the art room and look around at the cluttered easels.  

Is someone here? You step inside.  I can’t see anyone right now.   

You freeze.  Sitting at one is the easels is a boy, his broad shoulders bent over his work.  You step closer, then gasp.  It’s Ten.  

“Why are you just standing there?” Ten asks, not looking back at you.  He continues what he was doing, and tilts his head to a seat next to him. “Sit.”

You follow his orders soundlessly, trying to cover up the fact that your heart is racing and your face is beet red.  Why am I like this right now…

“You didn’t want to use the art supplies, so I did instead.  How is it?”

Ten steps back from the easel and turns to you, revealing his canvas.  You gasp and cover your mouth.

Ten drew you.  A beautiful, in color, picture of you.  

You are standing in the middle of the road, cherry blossom trees all around you.  Your gaze is focused on a point in the distance, and a slight smile is splayed across your lips.  I knew that Ten was artistic, but I didn’t know that he was this good.  This art is amazing.  

“Ten, it's…”

“Ahh!” he says.  “You’re missing the best part.”

You notice a piece of paper covering the other half of the canvas.  He pulls it away, and you laugh. Ten drew himself, standing with his back to the viewer, looking at the version of you on the canvas.  He is what you were smiling at in the picture.

“Ten, i’m so sorry.” you burst out, running to him.  You grab him in a hug and bury your face in his chest.  “This is the mose beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.  I shouldn’t have yelled…” You sniffle.

Ten laughs and wraps his arms around your waist.

“It’s ok, [y/n].  You’re here, and you’re hugging me like this.  That’s ok with me, because things turned out this way.”

Ten pulls back and bends down, taking your face in his hands. “I really like you, [y/n].  Things may be tough for you, but I’m here.  I came back, and i’m not going to leave your side again.”

You smile, and Ten wipes your tears away.  You pull him into another hug, inhaling his scent.

“Let’s just stay like this for a while,” he whispers into your hair.