hello lovelies how are you doing

qvinncess  asked:

hey toasty! i love your art and i was just wondering how you get inspiration for what pose(s) you're going to use when you're drawing, and if you have any tips for just generally making something a bit more detailed/exciting? hope you have a great day! ♥

hello and thank you! ^O^ for dynamic poses…mmmm…with fight scenes or what have you, I can just think “what would they do next?” and then try real hard to draw it the way I see it in my head.

I’d suggest practicing gesture drawing (you’ll get more comfortable with drawing the human body and your lines will get more fluid!) and pushing the line of action/perspective in your drawings!  even if it looks ridiculous or silly, just have fun with it!  and start with the most energetic, swoopy sketch you can before cleaning it up. ^u^

realcrookedreviews  asked:

Hello lovelies! Your blog is just the best. I have an ask that I'm not sure exists, but I hope it does. I just read a story where Omega!Stiles is a doctor and has a strict "no alphas" dating rule...until Derek comes along and changes his mind (not forcefully or anything, just being charming and not giving up). While I do like those stories, do you know of any Omega!Stiles stories where he doesn't want to date alphas/have a mate and he sticks to his guns? Thanks!

So we talked about how I could only find ones where they were both omegas and you said that was fine. So here you go! Thanks for being flexible! - Anastasia

Originally posted by beerwolves

refrigerator jizz by verity

(1/1 I 2,521 I Explicit)

Stiles and Derek make a baby. (It’s a little like a porno.)

More Than Biology by eeyore9990

(1/1 I 3,204 I Explicit)

Derek has gone into heat, alone, with no supplies and no one to take care of him. No one, that is, except Stiles, who Derek should have known would show up after he sent a text that clearly said stay away.

This Could Be So Dirty That it Just Ain’t Right by taylorpotato

(1/1 I 10,380 I Explicit I Steter)

Ever since Stiles presented as an Omega, he hasn’t been feeling the same urges as his peers. When he’s around an Alpha that’s not Scott (who is pretty much his brother at this point), his first reaction is to shrink away, not try to press closer. Until he meets Peter Hale. Who acts like the most annoying, entitled kind of Alpha on the planet. Except he’s not one. He’s an Omega. Of course, Stiles would turn out to be every type of gay possible.

A Change of Plans by sunnydalewerewolf

(4/4 I 12,304 I Explicit)

Stiles and Derek had been best friends since they were babies, their parents having all been friends since college. Growing up, it had seemed very apparent that Derek would be an alpha and Stiles an omega. Stiles had just kind of always assumed they would end up together, and he thought Derek had assumed the same. No one ever said anything about it, but that’s just the way things would be.

So when they both end up being omegas, things get kind of complicated.

have a mind to just let my whole body go by verity

(1/1 I 14,355 I Explicit)

Derek’s a pregnant omega werewolf; Stiles and Erica do steady business as the only supernaturally qualified omega midwives in five counties. Clearly, it’s meant to be.

acethetic-of-spades  asked:

Hello My beautiful wonderful friend I call hun! How are you doing today? Are you feeling a bit better today? Hopefully! I have a joke for you! Can February march? no but April may! lol. So what else is happening in your world? I love you! Also I might draw you an anti with glasses ;P you're the best!

Again with the super cute jokes! Thank you, love ;)

I’m doing a bit better right now. I’m going to be trying to get back on track starting tomorrow. Also, OMG ANTI WITH GLASSES OH BOY THAT WOULD MAKE ME SUPER HAPPY AHH! thank you!! Love you too. x

Also, how are you? You keep asking how I am! How was your day??

anonymous asked:

so, i'm curious. after watching the crown they made philip seem like a real ass in his early years with elizabeth. do you think the show was overly dramatized in respect to his character or fairly accurate to how their life was in those early days? thanks and i love your blog and all the vintage brf posts you make! <3

Hello :)

First of all, thank you for your kind words! I’m so flattered that you like my blog and posts, I always enjoy making them myself too ♡

As for how The Crown portrayed Philip, historians and documentaries often refer to stories of how he struggled to find his role after Elizabeth became Queen, many of which were included in the show. So in that respect it’s quite accurate, but of course the show most likely used artistic license too and dramatised it for effect. But as they’re so private as a couple, we can’t really know the details of their relationship exactly. The Queen has often said in public speeches though how much she values Philip’s dedication and support over the decades. The show in general is incredibly accurate, as far as my knowledge goes. Besides some of the tiaras that they put Margaret in, but hey, I’m over it…

If you’d like to know more of those stories, I’ve continued on below. And by continued, I mean I’ve just waffled on for miles, as usual.

Keep reading

theblazinggodess  asked:

Hello! I really admire you, you seem to be so steadfast and sure in your belief, which is something I'm struggling with a great deal lately. How do you keep from doubting God's excistence? I know He is real but sonetimes I get so doubtful and it scares me out of my mind. Do you have any advice? I could really use it. Love and blessings

Hi friend,

Thank you so much!

Here are all of my posts tagged doubt. I’ve definitely dealt with this myself, and still do sometimes. The past few days, in fact, I’ve been driving or walking or not really doing anything and I’ve had little thoughts pop into my head that are so full of doubt, and, honestly, I just keep reminding myself that these thoughts are the enemy trying to lead me away from Him and I keep asking Him to help me to trust Him and love Him with all my heart and all my soul and all my mind. I talk to Him when I feel doubtful. I read His Word. I listen to worship music. I go on Tumblr. I talk to my husband and/or friends about it. I go for a run. I journal. 

I’m so sorry you’re struggling with this, love. I know how hard it is. Keep asking God to change your heart and to help you and guide you. 

I’ll be praying for you. <3

All my love,


anonymous asked:

Hello Ashida! I gotten to read your mafia au and wanted to draw Toshiya, showcasing his tattoo design. I love all those beautiful Yuuri's floating around, so I wanted to try him as well. Yet - there is no mention how his tattoos look like (it was not needed in the story I guess). Before I go and just design something, I want to check with you - do you have a specific design in mind? Thanks! I'm on anon, as Id feel under pressure if I actually don't draw anything ;A; *hides*

Hello anon! Aaah thank you for reading my work! This is so cool omg 😭😭😭
I’ve never even mentioned that Toshiya has tattoos I don’t think, but yeah he would have both his front, back and arms done in traditional Japanese irezumi.

I’m not sure how much detail you want? But I’d imagine Toshiya to have a samurai in full traditional armour on his back, with the hachiman crest on his helmet.
On his front I’d give him a dragon (red like Yuuri’s since it would run in the family)

On both arms(and over the rest of the tattoos) I think he’d just have tsubaki flowers scattered up and down. Kinda like they’re falling since that symbolism is strong for Japanese warriors where the sound of the tsubaki flower bud falling into grass is said to represent the same sound a severed head makes when it hits the ground.

Not sure if that’s what you meant by design, but yeah it would be %100 traditional with only the one type of flower and that’s about all I’d be strict on 😂 and no pressure at all it was fun for me to even think about it. Now I want more tattoos though haha.

anonymous asked:

Hello, sorry if you have heard this before but, how do you do those animations where it blurs and refocuses while moving? I've really been trying to figure it out, maybe it's just the art program you use, but I cant get anything as amazing and talented as yours! (Prolly because you're 10 times the talent I am but yanno, I'm getting there... prolly) Also I am so in love with all your art, I worship your art, ily!!!

I just manually blur them frame by frame cause I’m dumb lol;;; You can use Adobe After Effects. I’m still trying to figure it out myself since i can’t get the focus right when using it. That’s why I always end up using Photoshop. Sorry I’m no help;; and THANK YOU SO MUCH!! <3 <3


We need more examples of genuinely happy, healthy relationships on TV and in books and in films. No more of this bullshit about how real, epic love is painful and impossible or deadly. Love should not break you! Love should make you stronger.


Mystic Messenger Doujinshi : 707 After Story



HELLO EVEYONE  ! ! ! ! ! I’m back ~~~ and I will bring you a new doujishi  ! Please enjoy xD
This time i drew meticulous than the previous time. Hope you love it .

୧ (๑> ᗨ <๑) ୨  ୧ (๑> ᗨ <๑) ୨ ୧ (๑> ᗨ <๑) ୨

  • I can only post 10 original pictures, and I do not know how to post more … so I insert images into text, which makes the resolution of the image smaller
  • I will re-up 8 last original pictures in the other post for people who want to repost my art. ( Let’s check my tumblr )



707′s Doujinshi : “Reset” (full)

When someone cries so hard that it hurts their throat, it is out of frustration or knowing that no matter what you can do or attempt to do can change the situation. When you feel like you need to cry, when you want to just get it out, relieve some of the pressure from the inside - that is true pain. Because no matter how hard you try or how bad you want to, you can’t. That pain just stays in place. Then, if you are lucky, one small tear may escape from those eyes that water constantly. That one tear, that tiny, salty, droplet of moisture is a means of escape. Although it’s just a small tear, it is the heaviest thing in the world. And it doesn’t do a damn thing to fix anything.
—  Chase Brooks, Hello, My Love 2: First Love Deserves a Second Chance


Hello everyone!! Behold!! Shirogane The black Paladin’s Paper doll kits are here!! 

I planned this to be on the sale.. but I change my mine..! 
If I’m going to draw some more paladin dress up paper dolls, I may going change my mind..later.. But NOW!!

I want yo guys to know how fun to dress up my fav Paladin in Voltron!!

Please love him and dress him as you please with love.!!

*Warning* This artworks is copyright by Moto0207, and DO NOT re-post or use it as profit without permission!!


Only Told The Moon
Camila Cabello
Only Told The Moon

Stay back, stay long, and you move on.
I stress, come close, move on, please don’t.

Hello how are you? How you been?
Lately I wonder how it feels to steal your kiss
Nothing much, just fine, I’m doing well
And you can read between the lines, but god, I fell.

I only told the moon, tonight up on the roof
I told her that I’m scared that all my thoughts, they look like you
I only told the moon, about the way you move
I asked her to please tell me if you tell things to her too.

Silence. Too loud. Say it, not now.

So how are you? How you been?
Lately I wonder how it feels to taste your lips
Nothing much, just fine, I’m doing well
And you can read between the lines, but God, I fell.

I only told the moon, tonight up on the roof
I told her that I’m scared that all my thoughts, they look like you
I only told the moon, about the way you move
I asked her to please tell me if you tell things to her too.

That I give it all to you, I give it all to you, I give it all to you
I only told the moon.

Aahhh and another loves song will play on the radio, you know.
Aahhh and I’ll wait for the moon to lean in close and say…

That he only told the moon, tonight up on the roof
He told me that he’s scared that all his thoughts they look like you
I only told the moon, about the way you move
I asked her to please tell me if you tell this to her too
That I give it all to you, I give it all to you, I give it all to you
He only told the moon.

He only told the moon.


do I get points for being melodramatic? I was gonna add more to this but screw that, also screw clean up

Poor guy just wants to save the universe, LeT him iN DANGIT! He’ll be ok tho, Blue knows he’s coming. He doesn’t understand the lion chooses the paladin.

me, relaxing in my house absently sharpening my sword

ah. it is a good day to be thinking about how i love girls and swords and nothing else

my doorbell: [rings]

me: oh who could this be? a girl with a sword i do hope!

person behind the door: hello can i interest you in this thing that is not related swords or girls who love girls and swords, you might like it i think, it consists distinctly of no swords or girls

me: how dare you [swatting at them with the sheath of my sword] out, get out of my homestead i will have none of your nonsense and tomfoolery here you foul demon

“I bet it never, ever occurred to you that I can’t say hello to you, and risk another goodbye” is one of taylor’s most hauntingly painful and poetically underrated lyrics, and it’s an achingly beautiful metaphor that echoes how in light of chaotically wistful emotions, she had to let the lingering flames of this candle burn out

Last Chapter Update

Whoo. My week has been packed and I am very tired and ouchy. I also just spent the last hour and a half doing some major Home organizing and crunched  some numbers according to my plot outline:

There are 57 drawings remaining; 27 of those are absolutely essential and must be included in the last chapter. I just counted my drawings and I have 30 (almost 31!) finished.

Which brings us back to my original claim back in August that the last chapter would have 60 drawings (31+27 = close enough). The drawings that aren’t essential would be adorable and funny, but I think I will have to omit them since… Since I don’t want to post the last chapter in 2021.

Soooooo according to my calculations, since it takes me about 4 days (14-24 solid hours) to complete one drawing, it will take me 108 days to finish the last essential 27…. AKA, 3.5 months. Factoring in family dinners and other distractions, I’ll round up to four months. So…

New estimate: Chapter 18 will be posted in late June.

A few have already started proclaiming their disapproval/lost interest due to the time I’ve spent already. I really want you, my beautiful and kind readers, to know that it pains me dearly to delay the last chapter as long as I am, but I’m adamant about ending Home right. These drawings are very warm, colorful and detailed, and it will wrap up everything in the best, fuzziest, happiest way.

Thank you for your endless patience ♥


Victor’s conversational Japanese is far, far better than Yuuri’s Russian will ever be.

Yuuri can say ‘hello’ and ‘good luck’ and ‘how do I get to the airport from here’ and ‘do you have any advice on my combination jumps?’ in adequate Russian, though Yakov always lowers his brows and answers in gruff accented English. Victor can say all of those things in Japanese, but also things like, ‘I love the sound of the seagulls on the shore,’ and ‘Mama, tell Yuuri and Makkachin to stop ganging up on me,’ and ‘Axel! Lutz! Loop! Make sure you film this for the skating nerds, okay?’ Victor can manage a conversation with just about anyone, up to and including bearded grandpas who have never left Hasetsu and only speak in a Kyushu accent so thick that even normal tourists from the city have to ask them to repeat themselves. He fills in the gaps with hand gestures, asks for new words with total unselfconsciousness, and soaks up Yuuri’s language like a sponge.

On the other hand, Yuuri can reliably read street signs in St Petersburg, so he’s doing a lot better than Victor there. Victor’s way is to just do things and work it out as he goes along. He doesn’t do nearly as well at anything he has to study. Yuuri only got his head around English by studying and studying, and putting in hours of practice with a Russian primer comes easily to him. Victor gets bored after ten minutes of Japanese reading lessons.

“Show me your name, Yuuri,” he says at last. “I don’t need anything else.”

Yuuri writes it for him on the back of an old receipt from the onsen restaurant, and then, when Victor insists, talks him through each character. Victor exclaims over every one (cute! perfect! that’s exactly you, Yuuri!) until Yuuri laughs.

If, Yuuri thinks, he had stopped Victor stealing that receipt with a wink and slipping it ostentatiously into his wallet, he could have avoided a whole lot of embarrassment later. But at the time it only made him blush and laugh and avoid Victor’s eyes. At the time he still didn’t understand just how serious Victor was about him. It’s not until the time they’ve upended both their lives, moved Yuuri halfway across the world for the second time in a year, kissed and cried both in public and in private, and whispered promises to each other over the rings Yuuri bought them, that Yuuri is prepared to face up to the fact that Victor is truly as serious as a heart attack about him.

Of course by then he’s forgotten all about the receipt.


Really Yuuri should have been suspicious when Victor wouldn’t show him his costume for his comeback free skate, especially after the string of transparent excuses. “It’s not finished,” says Victor, and then, “It’s gone back to the costumier for tailoring, because your mama’s cooking made me gain weight, Yuuri!,” and finally the totally unconvincing, “no, it’s bad luck.”

“Isn’t that for weddings?” says Yuuri, and then, “Victor. Are you skating in a wedding costume?”

“No!” says Victor.

“You can’t wear a veil to hide your bald spot, old man,” says Yuuri.

“You’re so cruel,” says Victor. “Of course I’m not skating in a wedding outfit. That’s for our wedding skate.”

“Wedding skate?” says Yuuri, and eyes Victor suspiciously. Unfortunately it is completely impossible to tell the difference between Victor’s joking grin and his I-am-deadly-serious grin. “Victor, are we doing a wedding skate?”

“When you win gold,” says Victor airily. “Which you won’t if you don’t practice that flip, by the way, because you’re competing with a genius from now on. Go on! Listen to your coach!”

“You’re not so much of a genius that you don’t also need to practice, Vitya!” yells Yakov from across the rink. Yakov, Yuuri’s discovered, has incredible hearing.  “Get over here! Flirt in the off-season!”

Victor smirks and tosses his head and touches Yuuri’s hand tenderly and skates away to see what Yakov wants, already radiating who me? from every line of his body. Yuuri covers his giggle with his hand and goes to practice the quad flip.

He realises later that Victor successfully dodged telling Yuuri anything at all about his free skate costume. Yuuri’s seen bits of the program, and Victor’s played him the music, but he’s being secretive about how the whole thing fits together. Yuuri decides to let him get on with it. He knows how much Victor loves creating surprises. It makes something inside him melt when he thinks that Victor’s getting up early and practicing for hours before Yuuri gets to the rink just to make a surprise for him.

They’re a - a thing, now. A something. Yuuri doesn’t want to put words on it in case he ruins it. ‘Boyfriend,’ which is what the sports press is going with, doesn’t seem big enough anyway. Boyfriend is what Georgi is doing with his beautiful snowboarder Katya, and it’s about going to restaurants together and him bringing her flowers - not that Yuuri and Victor aren’t doing that, they went out for Italian last week, but it’s different. They’re just them. Victor is Victor and Yuuri is Yuuri, and together they’re together, and that’s all that matters. Victor kisses Yuuri’s ring and makes jokes about getting married, and Yuuri skates for him.

He’s the happiest he’s ever been in his life.

And on top of that they share a bed, and they share… other things. Things Yuuri finds hard to talk about unless he’s actually in bed, with Victor, and then the filth that he can whisper and mean shocks them both. His understanding of Eros is certainly improving.

“Don’t forget to make notes, Yuuri,” says Victor afterwards, once, while Yuuri is still panting. “You’re going to need all of this to beat me at Worlds.”

Yuuri very calmly picks up a pillow and puts it over Victor’s face and keeps it there while Victor kicks and laughs and protests that he’s being murdered, murdered! underneath him. He thinks that’s more than fair.


In the end Yuuri doesn’t get to see Victor’s free skate program until the Russian Nationals, and even then, thanks to the terrible timing of their respective national competitions, he’s watching it on a livestream from Tokyo instead of in real life. And he almost misses what Victor’s done, too caught up in the beautiful, beautiful skating to really look at the costume. No one, no one, skates like Victor Nikiforov. He’s beautiful; he’s more than just beautiful; he’s mesmerizing. And in the secret depths of his soul, Yuuri thinks that even the old Victor Nikiforov couldn’t skate like the man he’s watching on his phone’s too-small screen. He lets himself imagine that it’s because of him, and his heart is full.

Part of him is also wondering how on earth Victor expects him to beat a program like this at Worlds. He hasn’t held back at all. He’s been telling Yuuri this whole time that he’s going to win gold, while preparing a program like this for him to compete against? Once Yuuri would have assumed Victor had been lying every time he encouraged Yuuri to aim for the top of the podium. Now he knows better than that. He puts his hands over his face. Victor has so, so much faith in him.

And then through a crack between his fingers he sees the camera for the stream pan down Victor’s body as he holds his final pose.

“Victor has been inspired by his experiences in Japan, where he coached the supposedly washed-up Yuuri Katsuki to his astonishing silver medal in the Grand Prix,” says the English-speaking commentator in Yuuri’s headphones. “It’s clear that Japanese culture means a lot to him! We do not have a translation yet for the Japanese characters he has chosen to, er, include in his costume, but this acknowledgement shows the graciousness we have come to expect from Nikiforov -”

“Victor!” Yuuri squeaks. 

The little Victor on the screen is smiling as he waves, in a way that probably looks enigmatic to anyone who doesn’t know him. It’s like he knows Yuuri is watching. The cameraman zooms in on the characters the commentator is talking about, and Yuuri wants to die.

That’s Yuuri’s name, ‘included’ in Victor’s costume. Included, in that there’s a sparkling mesh window over Victor’s hip, and Yuuri’s name is quite clearly tattooed there.

Yuuri suddenly remembers Victor taking that receipt.

At exactly that moment he gets a text from Minako which is nothing but a keysmash.

Victor wins his Nationals, beating Yurio by a hair. Yuuri turns off his phone screen, lies down flat on his back, and tries not to die of blushing.

His phone beeps with another text. Yuuri scrambles to pick it up. It’s from Yurio.

😡😡😡😡😡👎‼, it says.

“Haha,” says Yuuri faintly.

Hello everyone! It would mean the world to me If you invite your friends to follow me! You can make my Christmas very special and I promise I will keep the Christmas mood with much more pictures and surprices!

I know we can do it together! Let’s show everyone how many we are and how much we love Christmas! Thank you, love you xoxo