I think one of the kindest things you can do for yourself as an artist is to accept that you will make bad drawings sometimes and just…stop caring about it. It’s not like that bad sketch you drew was your one and only chance to ever draw the thing. It’s so much easier emotionally to just say “lol what is that?” delete it and start over than it is to spend the next six hours crying about it. Once you stop treating every single thing you draw as something precious and learn to just throw stuff away it takes so much stress away. One bad drawing doesn’t make you a bad artist, or a fraud. Even the best pro artists are gonna have moments where they draw things wrong. You’re going to make bad drawings so just go out there and make them so you can move on with your life. Chances are your second attempt will be better.
ugh i’m trying to compose an eloquent text post about this but i’ve erased it like four times now but like. there’s nothing wrong with being a moderate - in politics and in cultural stuff like fandom and everything else. a person doesn’t need to be Dead To You for saying one wrong thing. and on the flipside (and this is more my point), a generally shitty person (like jason kenney, or fucking like john mccain or someone) shouldn’t be Your God & Bae now for saying one right thing. don’t be reactionary, and don’t be polemic. don’t be inflammatory when you’re arguing with someone; they’re not an enemy to be destroyed. the end.
How to Know if the Zodiac Signs Love You/ How They Flirt:
Mostly from X (love her) With some of my own input. Feel free to add.
Aries: Pretends like they don’t. Will bully you or play rough and maybe call you “bro” to avoid detection.
Taurus: Wants to travel with you. Will do anything just to meet up with you for five mins. They could be quiet because they want to hear you talk and listen to you. GIFTS. Taurus tend to think hard about gifting. If you get something small it’s probably because they were afraid you’d find out they like you by giving you something too big.
Gemini: They want to show off. Show you what they’re good at and display it. It might not be directed towards you, but they’ll show off their personality to someone else in hopes that you’ll notice.
Cancer: They like to help. They want to heal your wounds and make you feel like they can fix you. They want you to know even if you think you suck, they’ll love you anyways.
Leo: Will try to be around you and be seen with you often. They’ll do what they can to meet up with you, befriend your friends to get to you. Tag you in social.
Virgo: Another person to unintentionally friendzone you. Come at you with lighthearted but seemingly aggressive insults. Punch you in the arm, maybe call you bro.
Libra: Will hide that they like you for a long period of time. If they are the first to tell you, which is rare, they know it’s rare and valuable so it’ll be revealed as if it’s a huge deal. They’ll spend lots of time with you but then every now and again drop from existence because they feel like they’re making it too obvious they like you, and then come back.
Scorpio: Spending a lot of time with you and talking a lot.
Sagittarius: Will tell you EVERYTHING. Oversharing their life and spilling all their feelings.
Capricorn: will ignore you. They want you to chase them and they’ll keep it up for long periods of time.
Aquarius: Will take care of you. They like when you need them. Will talk to you FIRST. If they message you first it’s a big deal.
Pisces: Will obviously persue you. They’ll be pretty straight forward but think they’re being coy.
(Doing this through submissions due to how long it is);
First and foremost, just want to say I’m immensely in love with your Elsewhere University comic and how accurate it is to old folklore, and I really have to give you props for it.
Besides that though, I had a concept: One student eventually commandeers That Classroom every night around 12:42 AM. They host a small local radio show for about an hour. The music they play tends to be of the orchestral or electronic genres; Though it always sounds really glitchy or broken; Not because of any Interference. That’s just how it was made to sound. Sometimes there’ll just be silence. At least, it sounds like silence to all of the other students that are listening.
They’ll usually play a few songs before butting in with their own stuff, usually commenting on the songs or strange happenings around the university (but only when they know its ok to talk about those happenings). They always end on lines like “… and like the unintelligible mass of white darkness that prowls down the hallways every night, I’ll be seeing you again very soon”, or “… and similar to that wailing down by the creek, I hope you’ll listen again soon!”, stuff like that.
Every so often, someone else tries to watch the door to the classroom to see just who in the hell is actually running this thing. No one ever sees anyone come out. No one ever sees anyone go in.
Most of the time, if a student tunes in, it’s to appease any of Them that might be around. Some do actually enjoy the music played though. Many will often leave a small radio or laptop open in public places. Like the library, or dorm lounges, or maybe near the pool. Sometimes those students find little trinkets at their doorstep in the morning, like shiny beads, scrap electronics, etc.
The student who runs the show will often talk to themself for a bit after the show ends. At least, that’s what they tell themself. But they know better. They know that the They are there, listening. Watching. They don’t ever try anything to confirm it, though.
Even after the student leaves the university, the show still continues for a few more years. Those who were tuned in for the final show can’t remember exactly how it went. Others think that those people just don’t want to remember.
(I myself was thinking a good fit to the music that would play on the show would be artists like N-qia, PengoSolvent, and Kashiwa Daisuke.)
I think Sana’s going to try and set Noora up with Yousef because she thinks Noora likes him and if Sana cant be with him, at least Noora can. Sana always finds a way to “fix” things, and since nothing’s going right in her life, she’s going to try and focus on fixing Noora’s life. In her mind it’ll make sense; Noora likes Yousef, both are non-muslims, and she wont have to think about Yousef anymore. Everyone’s happy but her, and she’ll be ok with it because that’s how it always is for her.
Your name was Sophia, and you had no idea how you ended up in this mess.
You came from a small town in New Jersey, near the shore but not near
enough to be surrounded by homes that were reserved only for summer
vacations. You considered yourself average, as far as people go, so the
fact that you’d just been ‘abducted’ by aliens was more than shocking to
you. Sure, you knew Earth had established connections with other
lifeforms, it had been all over the news when NASA made contact with
some aliens who had been traveling around in search for allies in some
intergalactic war they were facing, but you never thought that you’d
suddenly be swept up from your home to act as ambassador for the human
race. You were barely qualified, as far as you were concerned.
That’s not what they thought,
though. Most of the world’s governments had been negotiating peace with
these foreign beings for quite some time, but in order for Earth to be
seen as a proper ally to their new friends, a human was meant to come
with them. Many had offered themselves up, but the alien’s leader
refused. They demanded they pick out someone themselves, only this way
could they make sure the ambassador was fit for the job they needed them
You’d been in school when the aliens came. Under orders
of the government, your school orchestrated an assembly for all of those
turning who were or were turning 18 within the next 6 months. The
aliens wanted someone young and willing to learn, but not so young that
they’d be immature. They’d also mentioned they were looking for someone
with strength, for the job of being an ambassador was not easy. The idea
of space travel was more than enough to keep you interested in their
investigations, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to leave Earth. You
were almost out of high school, you’d been accepted into a college
already, and you were looking forward to building your own future. The
fear of not being able to live a normal, happy life was the only thing
holding you back from outright saying you were interested in the
position…but then again, you didn’t think you’d be picked in the first
place, do you didn’t worry much.
That was, until the actual
assembly. You sat in your chair, trying to keep your cool as your
principle introduced the leader of the aliens you’d heard so much about.
You couldn’t hold back the gasp that went through you when you actually
saw him, though.
He was huge, and barely humanoid. He resembled
something like a centaur, if a centaur’s lower half was made of a 6
legged insect. His skin was a darkish green color, with silver-grey eyes
and dark black hair to match. You could also knew he bore insect-like
wings on his back thanks to the internet, but they were currently hidden
under some very intricate clothes he wore. Much of his attire was made
up of darker green and blue colors, accented by silver jewelry and a
simple crown-like band to match on his forehead. Not only was he
stunning, but he was very, very intimidating.
name is Orotorco, 9th leader of the planet you call ‘Spade 8H2’.” His
voice, while deep and booming, was obviously not used to using English.
He had problems pronouncing his own planet name, and was having even
more trouble trying to seem welcoming. You sensed he wasn’t trying to be
threatening, and something in you relaxed. If he was making a genuine
effort to be kind, you doubt he could be that bad of a person.
“As your principle just said, me and my kin are on a hunt for a
representative for your kind. Only when one is found, can our alliance
be made strong. We have worked in tandem with your kind to find someone
suitable, and we have concluded that someone from this area would best
for the job.” He explained, “My daughter, the next ruler of my planet
will decide who comes with us, for she will be the one you will have to
work with every step of the way.”
Your eyes drifted to the
side of the stage as another alien stepped into view. Much like her
father, she was large and spider-like, but she was bluer in color and
sported some short, pointed horns from her forehead. She wore blue and
purple clothing with white accents, much more simple than her father’s
attire. You were far away from the stage, so you couldn’t see it
clearly, but you’re sure you saw silver rings around her neck,
establishing her role as royalty.
She came to the microphone,
her voice just as uncertain as her father’s when it came to speaking
English. “My name is Uros, next leader-to-be. I will be assessing
potential representatives based off of poise, strength, grace, and
talent. I hope you don’t mind me asking questions throughout this
You won’t lie, her voice was like honey to you.
While it was clear she was nervous, you felt something warm blossom in
your stomach as she gazed over the crowd. It was clear you weren’t the
only one, however, many seemed more at ease after she showed up.
After a few more words of encouragement and explanation, your principle
dismissed you back to your classes. Uros would be drifting between
classes, observing how students worked and questioning those who she
thought would fit. It was almost the end of the school-day when she
entered your math class. You held your breath as she made her way over
to your desk, starring curiously at your paper. You felt embarrassed, to
say the least, since your worksheet was barely finished. Instead, it
was filled with doodles, making your paper seem messy.
“What are these?” She asked, her voice filled with an innocent curiosity.
“They’re…um, doodles. I’m bored, so I decided to draw instead.” You
replied. You were sure you were beet red, too afraid to look her in the
She hummed contemplatively. “Are you allowed to doodle on your papers?”
“Well…not exactly. It’s not encouraged.”
“I see…” Uros seemed to be deep in thought. “Come with me for a second.”
Your head shot up. “Huh?”
“I want to ask you some more questions, but I don’t want to stall your
class. Won’t you follow me?” She elaborated, looking slightly worried.
“…Sure, that’s ok, I think.” You followed her out of the classroom,
where somebody else waited. You could only assume they were a bodyguard,
since they were covered in dark grey-black robes and holding something
resembling a spear. Once the door was closed, she began asking more
“What’s your name, human?”
“Did you chose that yourself?”
“No, my parents did.”
“Oh, how odd.” She seemed to lean closer, checking out your facial
features. “Usually around the age of 3, my kind picks their own names.
We’re born nameless.”
You could only nod as a cool hand tilted
your head to the side, then traced your jaw. You did your best not to
seem uncomfortable, but Uros seemed to notice anyway.
“You’re very stiff. Are you ok?”
Your tongue felt thick, her eyes filled with concern. “Y-yeah, sorry. Not used to this kind of thing.”
“I guess not.” She replied, “Tell me, how much do you like your life here on Earth?”
“It’s…ok. I have a family that cares and good enough grades to get me a
good job. I don’t really have a lot of friends, but other people like
me enough to talk to me. I’m not unhappy with it.”
“It sounds peaceful here.”
“Compared to other places, yeah. It can be boring, though.”
That seemed to startle her, for some reason. “Boring?”
You shrugged, “Yeah. I like it here, it’s nice and I’m never in danger,
but there’s nothing to do. We have the beach and sometimes new people
pass through, but it’s not like anything really cool is going on. Unless
you count the fact that you guys decided to show up.”
seemed perplexed by this, unsure what to say. The final bell rang out in
the halls, releasing students from their classes. You were about to
turn around when she called out your name.
“When you get home, pack what you need to travel on a long journey. I’m picking you to be the human representative.”
didn’t get the time to ask any questions, though. Before you knew it,
she was gone, and you were being pushed to the front of the school by
the oncoming stamped of students, rushing to get home.
Telling your parents was difficult. You were an only child, and your
parents were very scared of losing you. It got even worse when a
government agent swung by to give you a list of things to pack, as well
as some other items you couldn’t normally buy without some sort of
clearance. These items included a gun, a handbook about intergalactic
politics (for dummies!), a small list of emergency numbers that would
get you in contact with NASA over long distances, and a phone that was
specifically made for your position. A regular phone wouldn’t function
once off the Earth, so this one was built just with high-tech
modifications so it would last. Despite this, it looked practically
normal, a lot like an IPhone, in fact.
It wasn’t long after that
Uros and Orotorco came to pick you up. Orotorco seemed genuinely sorry
for your parents, trying to comfort them by assuring them you’d be well
taken care of. You watched numbly as some bodyguards carried out your
luggage, all of them in a unifying black uniform. You only snapped out
of your dazed state when you felt that familiar cool hand on your back,
Uros looking at you with worry.
“This won’t be forever…right? I can come back to visit?”
She nodded, “Yes, you’re not our prisoner or anything. You’re free to
return here when your duties don’t keep you from doing so.”
it was finally time to go, you gave your parents a final parting
goodbye and followed Uros onto a small ship of sorts. You felt tears
well up as you looked out the window during takeoff, your mother curled
into your father’s chest with grief.
You simply could not believe this was happening.
Orotorco’s booming voice caught your attention, seeming to sense your sadness.
“Sophia, is it?” He asked, “I promise we will do everything we can to make you feel at home here. You’re our only hope.”
“Why, though?” You asked back, “Why not someone else, like an actual diplomat.”
just sighed. “It’s complicated, you see. It has to do a lot with
physical makeup, as well as personality and upbringing. We couldn’t pick
anyone. It seems out of all of the people Uros surveyed, you were the
only one who met the standards we need in a representative.”
Your mind took this all in slowly. Was it really that specific?
“….Ok, so what do I have to do, exactly?”
“Right! I completely forgot to tell you about that, didn’t I? Me and my
kin only chose one ally per generation, so this is a very sought out
position by many other species of alien.” He explained, seeming a bit
more cheerful. “You will speak on behalf of your planet when working
with us, and when the time is right, you will help bring the next
generation of my kin into the world.”
You paused for a minute. “Wait, back up. What does that last part mean? ‘Bring the next generation of kin into the world’?”
Orotorco seemed confused, “Ambassadors usually bear children for royalty on my planet. Is it not the same on Earth?”
“No, not at all!” You said, alarm clear in your voice. “Where did that come from?”
“A government agent you spoke to was supposed to brief you on this…I’m afraid there may have been a miscommunication.”
Your head spun as you thought about it. You didn’t want kids! Who was
even going to be the father? How was this going to work? They were
bug-like and huge in comparison to you…
“Who….Who is my partner.”
Uros spoke up in her usual honey-like voice, seeming a bit embarrassed herself.
It was too much. Without as much as a second thought, you fell over,
your world going dark in a matter of seconds as both Uros and Orotorco
called out to you. The last thing you remember is cool hands supporting
your body, begging you to stay awake.
(Chapter 1- End)
My name is O, and this is my first fic being submitted here. This is
defiantly going to be multi-chapter, but I promise there will be some
good pregnancy/oviposition shit going on up in here! Next chapter should
come out soon, I’m a pretty quick writer.
My NSFW blog is or-beez, but its pretty empty rn. Feel free to hmu there if you want though!
Crossovers between Danny Phantom and Gravity Falls are perfect because
Ghost boy meets mystery twins
Hilarious misunderstandings when Dipper inevitably tries to exorcise Danny
Danny finding another family that has a spooky portal in the basement
Grunkle Stan meeting a whole family of supernatural nutjobs and being like “oh hell no not in my house”
It would make sense for Wendy to be related to the Fentons because we know for a fact that Maddie’s sister is a redhead that roughs it in the woods. What if she named Danny after her brother, “Manly” Dan?
IMAGINE BEING CAUGHT IN AN OUT-OF-THE-BLUE WAR BETWEEN SUPERNATURAL CREATURES. AS NIK’S BEST FRIEND, YOU’RE CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE.
This is PART TWO. You can find PART ONE right here.
Klaus X Reader (Best Friends pt. II)
Now that Klaus knows that you know about the supernatural, you’ve been introduced to the rest of his family at the Abattoir.
Freya immediately adored you, especially when Elijah let it slip you thought she was the hottest Mikaelson. Rebekah was a little leery around you, Hayley was shocked Klaus actually had friends that weren’t compelled to stick around and Hope liked that her Dad had someone else to care about. Elijah, of course, found you amusing, and Marcel was surprised that a human could speak the way you do to Klaus and still get away with your life.
Unfortunately, or fortunately as Klaus had joked, Kol was travelling so you didn’t get to meet him.
“All I’m saying is that it’s a bit suspicious,” Rebekah says. “You and my brother have been friends going on two years, in secret might I add, and you’re not shagging? Impossible.”
“NCT Dream reaction to finding out their partner’s bias is someone else in the group” I like this one I hope you do it soon :) I love your block
Can you do first kiss for Nct dream? And also Nct dream reaction to finding out that their girlfriend’s bias is someone else?
Hi! Thank you for requesting this! I hope you like it! Tell me what you think :-) if you want more members, just ask. My inbox is always open for requests or if you just want to rant lol. Bisous, Flo xx
“What? Jisung is your favourite? What? What? Huh?”
Mark would literally have no words. When he found you watching their latest performance on your phone and gushing about how cute and talented Jisung was, Mark wouldn’t be able to get his head around it. It wasn’t that he was jealous or thought Jisung wasn’t cute or talented bc yes the fuck he is lol, but he wouldn’t get why you were dating him, if you preferred another member in his unit.
“Haechan? Yeah, good choice. Same”
He wouldn’t be bothered at all about your slight soft spot for Haechan. I see him as being quite mature and not being overly jealous and protective if you spoke to other guys, let alone have Haechan as your bias. To be honest, he’d agree with you and say that Haechan was under appreciated and he was happy that you liked him, because he deserved it.
“Whose your bias? Let me guess. Renjun? What? How did I know? You’re always staring at him, babe”
You wouldn’t have to tell Jeno for him to know who your bias was. The first time you met the rest of his members, it was clear you liked Renjun (as a member not in a romantic way btw) You’d be staring at him in awe and complimenting him all the time. Jeno wouldn’t be jealous, but would easily get annoyed if you spoke about his other members, more than you spoke about him.
“Y/N! Why do you like Mark? Why? Why can’t it be me?”
It’d be so obvious that Haechan was upset that your bias was someone else than him. In a relationship, he’d like to be appreciated and loved so it would ruin his self-esteem a bit when he found out you preferred Mark over him. He would try not to let it affect your relationship, but would always get a little protective of you whenever you were around Mark.
“Oh did you know that Chenle has really bad hygiene and never showers?”
Jaemin would try to put you off Chenle but basically exposing him lol. He’d tell you all of his secrets and bad habits in hope that you’d give in and say that you liked him more. Of course, he’d only be joking, but there would always be an underlying sense of jealousy in Jaemin. He wouldn’t be able to understand what made Chenle better than him, a bit like Mark, so sometimes he’d be moody if you spoke about him too much.
“Why are you telling me this Y/N? I don’t care if you think Jeno looks good! What about me?”
Even though it would sometimes sound like Chenle was jealous, he really wouldn’t be. Like Haechan, he’d just wanted to loved and cared for and appreciated in a relationship. He wouldn’t care about your relationship to other people or who your bias was or your favourite idols, as long as you complimented him too and reassured him that you’d never leave him for them.
“Y/N! Why don’t you just go and marry Jaemin then? It definitely sounds like you want to!”
Out of everyone, he’d be the most jealous and upset upon hearing that your bias was Jaemin. He wouldn’t like the fact that you liked someone other than him, so would quickly get upset and pouty if you ever brought Jaemin up randomly in a conversation. Expect a lot of furrowed eyebrows and pouts on his behalf, and a lot of kisses and cuddles on yours.