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C O U R A G E - a neverhappen Ichigo & Rukia fanmix

i. massive attack - teardrop // ii. alarm will sound - avril 14th (aphex twin cover) // iii. carter burwell - ride to death // iv. arcade fire - black wave / bad vibrations // v. blur - battery in your leg // vi. mic christopher - what a curious notion // vii. valley maker - by my side (everlasting life) // viii. coldplay - o // ix. edward sharpe & the magnetic zeros - all wash out

[8tracks]

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Personal Aesthetics | @lhzthepoet

a writer’s mind of creativity, seeing the world through eyes of practicality; you are half in love with the words on the page, imagined figures more familiar than the faces that blur past you day to day; finding new ways to string the same twenty-six letters together; discovering novel methods to heal and to break, to kill and to revive, using only what your pen conjures to life; ‘what is that perfect cocktail blend which creates a human being? is it all chemicals and compounds, or is there something more to the formula’

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Part III: The Pack Meeting

Stiles pulled the Jeep up to Derek’s loft eyeing his best friend in the seat beside him and then checking the mirror to see his other best friend Emery with a huge smile on her face.

“So Derek didn’t say why he wanted to meet us?” Stiles asked Scott finally.

“Nope, just said it was important,” Scott shrugged.

“And you don’t know anything Em?” He studied her face closely as she shook her head.

“Well something’s up,” Stiles huffed, “if he brought us here to tell us he’s having little werewolf pups with wild eyebrows and sass for days with Nora, I’m out.”

Emery giggled from the back seat, “you’re such a drama king Stiles.”

“What ever it’s weird,” Stiles rolled his eyes getting out and heading up to the loft.

Keep reading

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“…The rabbits are so soft, so small, that it’s hard to gauge the appropriate amount of pressure. It would be too easy to break them, he realizes, and knows he wants nothing to do with them. Before he withdraws, however, Genos pets them one last time, deliberately letting his fingers brush over Saitama’s at the end of his stroke. It’s only a slight touch, but he pulls away immediately, feeling a brief, illicit thrill for what he’s just done.

“You did fine,” Saitama laughs again, apparently oblivious to the touch….”

Salvaged- Chapter 6  by @guardiandae

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【END】(?)

First half  | The second half (you’re here)

Ink!Sans: @comyet 

Error!Sans: @loverofpiggies

Thank for my friend help me translate this comics!! She is so nice!! Hope she can past all the exeam LOL.

Of coure, here have to thank comyet and loverofpiggies! They created INK!SANS and ERROR!SANS, and they are so amazing! Also let me draw so many stuff about them.

But…seriously, about creation, I consider it for few days(includ some situation about my life).

Drawing fanart make me very happy, REALLY happy, I even has happyness time of my life in these months! I never crazy about some character before…so, I think it’s too over this time.

Everyday, every stuff I posted almost about them…I didn’t mean I hate them now, I still love them…it’s just make me feel like I can draw nothing but them…honestly, I don’t’ like this feeling.

So, I will try to draw something else, like my OC and story by myself(and try to solve some problem about my live), please understand and give me some time to collect my thoughts.

Thank you everyone <3

感謝我的朋友幫我翻譯了這次的漫畫,不然我的英文實在是不能看啊

也感謝comyet與loverofpiggies,他們創造的Ink!Sans及Error!Sans是如此的美好,讓我想不斷畫關於他們的各種插圖與故事。

不過…認真的,關於創作這部分,我最近有很多考量(當然還有一些現實面的問題)。

畫同人圖是一件十分快樂的事,真的很快樂,這幾個月甚至是我人生中最快樂的時光,以往從沒有任何角色可以讓我這麼瘋狂與繪製…只是,我覺得這次實在太超過了。

每一天、每一次發文,幾乎都是Ink與Error,我並不會因此討厭他們,也沒有開始討厭,只是…這樣的行為真的讓我覺得…太恐怖了,感覺好像只會畫他們似的,老實說,我不是很喜歡這種感覺。

所以,今後我想試著專住在其他的創作上,尤其是原創角色跟故事(還有解決一些生活上的問題),還請大家理解、並給我一段時間整理思緒。

謝謝大家<3

my tøp album aesthetics
  • twenty one pilots:dark, wooden floors. old, almost-empty wood houses. frosty mornings. half-melted candles. dried salt and sand on seashells brought home from the beach weeks ago. old grand pianos. fingers aching when you've cut the nails too short. mirrors in places too dark to use. flickering yellow lights with pull-chains and no covers. the smell of books. the bite of the cold. hiding from your family. thick sweaters.
  • regional at best:late spring fading into summer. long grass. papercuts. three-quarter-sleeved shirts with holes and tears in them. bike rides to the ballfields. middle school. having too many notebooks. homemade popsicles. brick walls. glue residue on your fingers. writing your own poetry. hiding it from everyone. writing your name in a tree. cassette tapes.
  • vessel:the color sky blue. silver ink. long car rides through sunny mountains to a city. self-help. family reunions. gold rings. outdoor concerts. roller coasters. long, hard cries. holding hands. first kisses. sitting in the dark. learning a new instrument. writing not quite poetry but not quite non-prose. little cuts on your hands you don't remember getting. driving through thunderstorms. smiling through pain. forgetting how to feel happy, then finding it again.
  • blurryface:coming home from college. late-night walks down roads. trying to hide your shaking. tattered notebooks with soft pages. headaches. bitter tea at two in the morning. playing your music too loud. new attempts at self-help that even you don't believe in. red pens. smudged ink. the smell of sharpies. crying in front of an old friend. lying on the floor for no reason. cold pizza eaten alone. trying to remember how it was to be okay.