i can draw whoever i want

anonymous asked:

Hey! Okay so I was cooking earlier, and I maaaay have gone a bit overboard on making dumplings, so I brought some over to share! [I hold up a medium sized Tupperware container filled with dumplings, with a smaller one balanced on top of it with sauce] I brought the sauce over too but be careful because it does have a bit of kick. Anyone want any? -♌️ ((this can be for my three usual ones or it can extend to anyone you want tbh I'm always willing to share food with whoever tbh))

Free food draws Madison out first, and behind him you spot an odd figure that is promptly cut off from stepping out of the lab by the door being slammed in their face.

Mad heads over, smiling sheepishly.
“I’d kill for some dumplings right now.” He admits quietly.

“The other two are at work.” He adds to explain the silence in the house.

anonymous asked:

I'm 14 going on 15 and I hate how so many people who take a character that was just my age, and make creepy art and fic about him. I'm about to turn his current age and have been propositioned since I was 11 and was always told that adults who try things like that are perverts. So why is it when a bunch of 20 somethings pushing a teen who is around my age into a sexual relationship with an adult and do explicit crap, it's not perverted and gross? What about the teens who are feeling sexualized?

First off, thanks for writing me and being polite in your message. 

The first thing I want to address is this: you should never be made to feel sexualized. Unless it’s with someone you want to be sexual with, like a crush of yours. Even with someone you consider a crush, if you don’t want to feel that way and don’t want to do anything that can be considered sexual (be it even a kiss), you should never feel forced. This is not just now because you’re a teen, this is something that all of us go through and need to keep in mind even in our 20s, 30s and so on.

I’m so sorry that you feel that way in real life because some adults are absolutely disgusting. They are. Adults that prey on children are absolutely disgusting and horrifying and you should call them out, tell your parents or your teachers or the police. I’m not kidding here. I know it’s hard and you might feel like you’re going to be made fun of, or that they won’t believe you, or that they will side with the adult, or that will belittle you and tell you it’s not a big deal. If you tell someone you trust, they won’t do all those things. Go with your guts. Tell, even if someone only threw nasty words at you or catcalled you (and I really hope you never went through anything heavier than that). In those cases there won’t be much that you can do, but telling someone will help.

What I can tell from your message, is that you (subconsciously or not) equate sex with generally being nasty and perverted. This will probably be unnecessary, but I’ll say it anyway: sex is not inherently gross or disgusting or creepy. If you feel that it is, then it means you’re not ready to enter a sexual relationship, and that’s perfectly fine and normal. I won’t tell you that that’s only because of your age, because some people never (or very rarely) show any interest in sex (it’s called asexuality and it falls under the LGBT+ spectrum). Whether you do end up growing to want sex or not doesn’t matter here. 

What matters is that now you clearly don’t want to see sex and anything to do with it in your fandom experience and that’s fine. Tumblr offers you ways to make your experience better and show you only the content you want to see. Block any nsfw tag. Don’t follow blogs whose description clearly states that they post nsfw (like mine). Tumblr is a big and scary place if you just take everything it throws at you (be it ship hate, nsfw stuff, etc). The thing with it is that it can’t cater to everyone’s tastes, so you have to be active about blocking the stuff that YOU don’t want to see. Other 14-going-on-15 year olds might be okay seeing nsfw fanart and posts and that will be their Tumblr experience, but you should definitely take measures to protect yourself from what you don’t want to see. 

Now, the thing about Otayuri is that no matter how you twist it, it’s not illegal to ship it, even in a sexual way. You should definitely read this post about it, because the thing is, as much as we can project our feelings and real-world stuff into anime characters, they’re not real. 

I assure you that if Yuri on Ice was a flesh and bone show things would be different. I don’t really watch any current TV shows with teens in them so I can’t speak for what other fandoms do with their ship, whether they’re sexualized or not. I can only speak for this silly and amazing anime that’s been consuming my life for the past seven months or so.

Anime and cartoon characters are a safe way to explore things about real life. Whether it be sex or depression or anxiety or simply falling in love, we can all identify with an anime character and see our flaws, our fears and our history in them.

The thing you have to remember is that we (I’m speaking for the slightly older part of the fandom since I’m in my twenties) have been Yuri’s age. We’ve very likely had crushes on boys or girls that were a bit younger, our age or slightly older (like Otabek is). So I think for most of us, shipping Otayuri is a way to remember what it feels like to be a teen and be in love/have a huge crush. We will never be that age again, and maybe there’s things we regret not doing, crushes we wish we had confessed. By shipping Otayuri in an active way (meaning: drawing fanart or writing fanfiction) we can explore things we experienced as teens (or wish we had) and pour a little bit of ourselves in Yuri’s (or Otabek’s) character. 

Those things might involve anything from simple fluff or rough sex, because, accept it or not, some people at 15 or 16 were (are) having sex of all kinds. Sweet, loving, rough, vanilla, kinky, you-name-it sex. So not to explore that aspect in a healthy way (through fics or fanart) would be lying about what reality is, it would be denying that we ever thought about or had sex at that age.

Much like with blocking tumblr content, you can choose what kinds of fanfiction you read. Only read General and Teen and Up tagged things, read about fluff and about falling in love in a sweet innocent way. Read anything tagged “Ace!Yuri” (it means asexual, the thing I was telling you about before). 

But please understand this: when we sexualize Yuri, we’re mostly sexualizing our (often past) selves. Not other teens, not other real-life people. Yuri doesn’t exist in real life, and many of us see bits and pieces of ourselves in him. When we write about him we really write about ourselves, be it because we want to see how we (maybe a little sassier and bitchier version of us) would have confessed a crush to our best friend, or would have handled the aftermath of having just shoved our gloved fingers in said best friend’s mouth in front of thousands of people. Fanfiction is a study about versions of ourselves that never existed, but might as well have.

Another thing I need to make clear: Otabek is not an adult. I assure you that the morning of your 18th birthday you won’t feel like an adult. You’ll feel like the you from yesterday and it will be anticlimactic af, you’ll be like “That’s it?” and yeah, it will be it. Just because the law in some country or state says that 18 is the age of consent (which is set to 16 or 14 years old in many other countries) it doesn’t mean that you’re automatically an adult at that age. You can be 18 and have had sex since you were 14. You can be 18 and completely uninterested in sex. You can be 18 and have a 15 year old mental age, or you can be 16 and be mentally more mature than some 20 year olds.

What canon has shown us, is that Yuri and Otabek are much closer to each other’s mental age than the 2 years + a few months difference they share. I encourage you to find posts about why there’s no power imbalance between Yuri and Otabek, because they compete in the same sport and they have had similar experiences in life.

In conclusion, if you feel irked about nsfw fanart and fanfics and discussions when it comes to this particular ship, please don’t read it/watch it. But what I can assure you is that none of us are trying to sexualize you or your peers. When we sexualize pixels on a screen we don’t see those pixels as a flesh and bone version of a human, we only see an idealized character whose age we are or have been and whose personality and experiences we want to safely explore.

Also really important: when we write/draw NSFW, we don’t write/draw it for teens to read. I repeat: WE DON’T CREATE NSFW CONTENT FOR TEENS. We’re not your parents or guardians, we write NSFW for whoever feels like they can handle seeing nsfw content. If you’re a teen that goes on the nsfw tag and then complains about it (I’m not saying that’s what you did here, I’m speaking generally), it’s only your fault for going in a tag that you weren’t comfortable to begin with.


  • Speak up if you feel sexualized IRL in a way you don’t like;
  • Learn how to use tumblr safely, block tags, understand that tumblr doesn’t do those things for you. Make your fandom experience exactly the one you want to see;
  • Don’t trust adults who tell you this ship is somehow illegal: it’s not;
  • Understand what’s behind fiction and fanfiction as a way we have to explore real life things (often too personal to write about as ourselves, so we project those things in characters we like);
  • Understand that adulthood is not something that happens from one day to another;
  • Learn to discern what content is meant to be consumed by a teen and what content isn’t;
  • Be safe.
  • Tumblr: On this website you can express your opinion freely, ship whoever you want, draw however you want, like whichever character you want and do absolutelly what you love without being judged by anyone! because this website understands that everyone has different opinions!
  • Someone: -does that-
  • Tumblr: How fucking dare you you heartless uneducated son of a bitch? go kill yourself!

Iron Heart, Chapter 6

Hello ^^ Recently read one of my favorite fanfiction’s newest chapters, ‘Iron Heart’ by Spikerr. Big fan of this story and hope they continue it. This scene is from chapter 6 (or at least the best I could visualize it while reading it) anyway hope you love it Spikerr ^U^ Hopefully I can get around to coloring it, but until then I give permission to whoever wants to color it AS LONG as you give me credit for the sketch. PLEASE AND THANK YOU! (let me know if you wanna color it too!)

Here is one of the scenes from chapter 6 that inspired me to draw:

She wondered if her heart would just jump out her chest and dance on the floor in front of them. It certainly hadn’t stopped since they took off, and she doubted that it would anytime soon. Especially now as she sat next to him, her shoulder flush against his arm. It was still pouring outside, but she didn’t mind as much with the dragon at their backs, warming her now that she was out of her sopping jacket. It hung next to his, having been rung out as much as possible.

Their clothes were still a bit damp, but there wasn’t much they could do about that. At least, when they finally found a place to rest, there was promise of a hot fire and food, and possibly a bed. Though she definitely wouldn’t mind staying here for a bit longer.

A soft gust of wind brushed her damp locks, and she shivered, gulping as she hugged her knees tighter. It wouldn’t do to get sick now, especially when they were supposed to continue flying tomorrow. It was a death wish to do so, anyone who flew sick risked fire-head, a dangerous illness that often afflicted riders more than commoners. Still, she didn’t want to take any risk of falling ill, wanting to be more useful than she felt at the moment. She leaned closer to Gajeel, hoping that he didn’t mind her cuddling close to get warmer.

She nearly jumped in surprise when his arm lifted, and wrapped itself around her shoulders, hugging her tightly. She was sure that her cheeks had been set ablaze, they felt so hot. She resisted looking up at him for the umpteenth time, grateful that he couldn’t see her embarrassment. He sighed slowly, his chest rising and falling against her made that resistance crumble, and she sneaked a peek at him. His head was resting against the dragon’s side, his eyes closed in what seemed to be an attempt to sleep while waiting for the storm to pass. It wasn’t a bad idea, she mused as she softly snuggled next to him, not wanting to disturb him. But she couldn’t relax, not when her nerves were shot and her blood pounded in her ears.

She was sure that he’d be upset earlier, having failed to even find Perion in the storm. She barely made it halfway down main street before ducking under an awning, nearly despairing as she gazed in the direction that the dragon master had gone. But in the rain, it was difficult to even recognize his figure, and there were other, larger people rushing around as well. To make matters even more difficult, she wasn’t sure where the inn even was, forcing her to give up and turn around.

To her utter shock, the Rider was far gentler than she anticipated, even supported her. She had just caught her breath to have it stolen away when he hugged her, sending her heart racing when he beamed at her. And it was all she could do to keep from swaying as he began helping her out of her jacket, sending Panther indignant glares.

Lectured by the dragon? Why, it was endearing, and she couldn’t help the smile she flashed at the black dragon as Gajeel guided her to him, pointing out the warmest spot to rest on while he took care of her soaked jacket.

Panther was indeed warmer than she expected, but she partially blamed that on the chilly rain. She definitely hadn’t expected Gajeel to be even warmer once he plunked down next to her, his shoulder brushing hers. Then, Panther had wrapped his giant wing around the pair, blanketing them against most of the chill air. But for the most part, she was cozier here than she was in her own bed!

She could feel her head begin to grow heavy, refusing to stay upright. Her eyes were sliding shut easier and staying shut as time went on, lulled by the rain on the roof. Her head finally rested on his shoulder, and she could feel herself relaxing.

She didn’t remember falling asleep, only the last thought before finally succumbing to the pull was that she’d rather be nowhere else but here.

thoughts about the ava’s demon update (that i haven’t seen around yet):

-the pine branch in odin’s portrait

that’s not a symbol we’ve seen before with him (beyond ava saying he smelled like smoke and pine trees), though it makes sense with his winter theme, and fits with the whole norse aesthetic (and also, it’s a tree of wisdom and survival)

-it could just be a family symbol though, since it appears on the family crest (which is a pinecone and an arrow in the shape of what i’m guessing is a wolf’s head and i love it)

-merita and crow are literally the lesbian handmaiden/feudal lord meme (and i love them)

-it’s been popular headcanon for forever now that olai is a brother to odin, raven, and crow, but honestly what we know of him, especially with new info from this update, reads more like a step-dad or something similar (i think i’m gonna make a separate post about olai, there’s too much to say)

-odin’s portrait says prince but merita addresses raven and crow as “lady”, which is, significantly lower rank than a princess. but also odin has a crown. so i have no idea who they actually are, except, richer than i thought

-on that subject, odin still lives with them, and he’s only allowed out on missions for olai (canon, inferable from his conversations with raven and crow), and they clearly have enough money for food if they can afford to employ merita (and presumably others). so… what were the circumstances behind the “you’re not starving” comment (which michelle did confirm as speaking from experience)?

(the only logical conclusion i can draw here is punishment but also i dont want to think about that)

-whenever that portrait was painted, i think odin was actually on good terms with his family. i mean, the mere fact that it exists means that someone with authority likes him. but olai has the authority to trash their mother’s study without facing consequences, and by extension, the highest authority of anyone on their planet so far. so that means one of two possibilities:

1) wherever olai came from, and whoever he is to the arrow family, he appeared after that portrait was painted, or didn’t have any authority at the time, and then slowly poisoned the rest of odin’s family against him, or

2) something happened at some point after that was painted that caused everyone to turn on him, olai most of all

-i’ve seen a lot of people speculating that odin wasn’t pedri’s host at the time this was painted (due to the eyes). i mean, given how all of the other demons died 15 years ago, i would be very surprised if pedri didn’t (and i honestly don’t believe pedri would wait another ~10 years to kill himself either way), so i was pretty much ready to chalk that one up to the fact that it’s a painting. but then @officiallyaverage mentioned that pedri might have had another host before odin, and that’s definitely a theory i’d consider

-we still don’t know what it was that caused the schism between odin and his family, but, as proven by ava (and how maggie and gil don’t seem to have any other friends either), being host to a demon can make it very hard to keep any kind of positive relations with other people. especially one like pedri. odin’s pretty good at keeping pedri away now, but he had to have learned how the hard way

-it’s most likely he died from a stab wound (as shown through ava’s glasses), which makes a lot more sense for a pre/young teen than a three year old, especially one of nobility

-and, as they also mentioned, pedri is pretty much the worst of all the hosts. if anyone could get a child to kill themselves, he could

-i mean, im not sure michelle would go in that direction given all the layered symbolism in this comic, but it would definitely be interesting

ga-lyu  asked:

Hi ! I was wondering, when you draw a background (not photo edit but the full backgrounds you draw) do you use some references ? If so how do you find them and how do you avoid completely copying them? I really love your art ~ thank you if you answer ~

this is a really important question so I’m glad you asked!

When it comes to drawing from a blank canvas up I definitely recommend you use references and don’t be discouraged!!

Your work when you aren’t directly copying a picture will *not* initially look as good as you want it to be and it’s important to understand that! You really have to practice and persevere to start to understand how to approach drawing something you basically collage together in your mind.

so this piece:

Originally posted by seiyoko

(I’m choosing this cause I still have all the refs somehow)

these are a couple of the refs I was looking at when drawing this. if you notice I was focusing on pictures that had the right feelings and took aspects that I felt added to the mood and incorporated it into the piece. The lighting is also different in my rendering

When it comes to using references, use a lot of them. Try to understand the form and the objects you’re dealing with. Instead of trying to focus on if it looks like your reference, break down what makes your reference work. The shape of an object may not matter as much as the texture or color or how it’s reflective etc. etc. If you’re going to reference something heavily, (and I don’t recommend it a lot because you can fall into not making decisions and just copying what you see instead of processing it) always bookmark it so you can let people know and show them if they ask!

I think you personally can avoid copying the image, usually you can feel if you’re copying an image too closely, the important part is deciding that you should maybe retry rendering it now that you’ve probably practiced understanding the form. 

practicing drawing from observation and getting familiar with ideas involving perspective and rendering will help you break away from direct coping!

I think the most important thing to do when using a reference is keeping in mind whoever took that picture or drew the reference you’re using has a different mind than you. No matter how close it is to what you want, you *need* to take liberties with what you’re seeing to truely to make it yours. Ask yourself what you want out of the piece rather than what you think is ‘correct’.

good luck!!!

twin andrews part 4 | jughead x reader

part one:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158708863703/twin-andrews-juggie-x-reader-an-im-hoping

part two:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158896154168/twin-andrews-part-2-jughead-x-reader

part three:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158929430293/twin-andrews-part-three-jughead-x-reader

part five: https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/159487616565/twin-andrews-part-5-jughead-x-reader

a/n: wowie lil nuggets we’ve reached part 4 im having a lil happy dance over here! im so overwhelmed about how much you guys are liking this series so im more than happy to get busy making parts as long as you’ll are loving it so let me know!!🥂👱🏻‍♀️💛🤓💐🌈💚🌻ps: if you’ve missed a part click on the masterlist in my blog ✨

“ugh i hate calculus with my whole heart” i mutter flicking through my text book pooping a few gummy bears in my mouth. it was free period so Betty, Kevin and I decided to try and study for a calculus text tomorrow.

my brother and he’s team mates were also here with veronica and jughead sitting off to the side taking in everyone’s conversation. i catch him glances at me which cause me to smile and fiddle with the ends of his jacket

reggie was going on about his theories on who killed jason and everyone was getting pretty fed up with his antics

“it couldn’t have been a jock-” i groan closing my book “reggie can you just stop! jesus christ” he turns in his seat smirking at me.

“well well well my little vixen what’s gotten into you-” i roll my eyes “im trying to study and i can hear is your idiotic voice so it’d be wonderful if you just shut the hell up!” i smile sweetly the room snickering at my response.

“terribly sorry my lady- please continue working” i curse under my breathe turning my attention away from reggie and toward the brunette leaning against the far table, a smirk drawn on his face, i give him a wink causing his chest to shake as he laughs

my attention is brought back when reggie bellows jugheads name, i move out of the chair and over to reggie, “seriously?” he ignores me and continues to interrogate jughead

“what was it like suicide squad? when you shot jason?” “you didn’t do stuff to the body right? like after?”

i turn to jughead awaiting his response “its call necrophilia reggie, can you spell it?” he replies emotionless. he’s arms folded across his chest

“come here you little punk” reggie launches himself over the couch and rushes up the jughead not before archie jumps in front of him pushing reggie in the chest away from the two

i sigh relived that my brother was protecting him even though they weren’t the best of friends right now

everyone stands “boys” veronica warns touching chuck on the arm, i look at her puzzled at how snug she was being with yet another jock

i push past moose and grab reggie by the shoulder “would you just stop for a minute-?” i spit annoyed at the air head “leave him alone” i warn. he pushes up his selves glancing from me to jughead to my brother and then back to me.

“wait is that jugheads jacket your wearing princess?-” my brother shoves him once more “god just shut up reggie”

“what do you care Andrews?”

he glances quickly to me before back to reggie “nothing just leave him alone”

i smile small at my brother but it’s short lived as reggie speaks “holy crap”

“did you and donny darko kill him together? was it some sort of pervy blood brother thing?”

my brother shoves the raven headed boy, jugheads eyes going wide stepping away from the table and outstretching his arms shielding me from the two. i push past his arms and place a hand on Reggies chest “walk away”

anger flashes in his eyes “no can do princess” and with that he grabs my brother and throws him into the vending machine the glasses smashing, arms around me waist tug me back and i try and fight it until i realise it was jug.

Chuck and Jughead are up trying to pry the two apart as they wrestle on the ground Reggie getting one solid punch to my brothers eye before giving up the fight and letting Chuck drag him up holding him against the wall to stop him from causing further harm.

i move toward him anger moving through me like a tidal wave, “don’t you ever speak to my friends like that ever again- and i swear if you lay another hand on my brother i will make sure you cannot reproduce got it?” i sneer and he wink at me “god i love it when your mad” a flick switches and i punch him right in the eye.

he tries to break free from chuck as i continue to hit him annoyance taking away “you little jerk” i yell being lifted off the ground and dragged out of the room by the beanie wearing brunette

he walks me over to my locker as we see the principle enter the room walking away with the two jocks “i can’t believe him” i mumble slamming my hands against the locker

“hey don’t let him get to you” he places his hand on my shoulder and i exhale loudly “yeah i know- i don’t get how you can deal with it jug- what he said was totally out of hand and im sorry-” he shakes his head “don’t worry about it i seemed to have both andrews in my corner anyway”

i smile down at my feet “did you and archie make up last night?” he shifts on his feet “uh- no no we didn’t we just talked and yeah” i sigh “will you ever?” he shrugs again “i don’t know- i want to tell you it’s just” he clears his throat “it’s fine jug, ive got practice ill see you tonight at the rally?” he nods “yeah”

“(y/n) wait-” i turn and face him “will i be getting my jacket back anytime soon?” he chuckles, my eyes widen i had totally forgotten that i hadn’t returned it to him since he gave it to me last night “my bad” i shrug off the jacket and he shakes his head

“no no- keep it for now- it’ll give me an excuse to see you again-” i blush but continue to remove the jacket “i have practice so ill be in my uniform so it’ll just be in my locker so please take it, the game can be your excuse”

he reluctantly takes it from me and places it in his locker “i don’t think ill ever be able to wear it again, you wore it too well so now it doesn’t look as good on me anymore” he gives me a smug smile “yeah yeah whatever jones, i love that jacket on you-”

“see you tonight” i yell to him as i walk myself toward the girls locker room, great a whole period of my two favourite people; Cheryl Blossom and Veronica Lodge.

after what seemed like the longest hour of my life the bell finally rings ending the period and i give a silent prayer as i now have an excuse to put as much distance as i possible can before i launch myself at veronica for breaking a thousand girl codes.

my head was aching from listen to her trying to tell Betty how she realised she did was wrong but she wasn’t the only one involved and that apparently she was being a ‘good’ friend and ‘protecting’ betty because cheryl would’ve gone in if veronica didn’t.

im almost in the clear until i hear the all to familiar voice calling out my name, i bring my hands to my mouth and scream into them before slapping a smile on my face and turning to face the raven haired girl.

“okay so i understand your mad at me for what happened between me and your brother and I just want to apologise” i pause before i answer trying to think of ways to place it nicely.

“look ronnie i wouldn’t have given a crap if you hooked up with my brother okay he can date and kiss whoever the hell he wants but when you add my girl to the mix that’s where i draw the line, you knew how betty felt- you both did yet not one of you thought to yourself maybe i shouldn’t smash b’s heart to smithereens” i smile sarcastically

“if your goal was to piss me off to the point where i actually can’t stand to be near you then congrats you’ve done that. im annoyed and hungry so quite frankly don’t approach me until ive calmed down because i swear i will take you down and i really don’t want to make an enemy out of you”

i move past her and make my way to my locker to grab a few things before heading home to change and prepare for the rally tonight it’s supposedly forecast to flash flood but for some wack reason they’re making us cheer in the pouring rain. yay school spirit

“hey andrews”

“oh for fuck sakes can’t a girl just be left alone!” i complain turning to see the smug look of Reggie Mantle, black eye and all. “not in the mood Mantle shove along go find another cheerleader to torment.

i begin to walk out of the school reggie still hot on my heels “but your my own and only vixen i swear” i furrow my brows at the boy and ignore him as i begin my journey home

im almost at my house when I realise reggie still trailing behind me “jeez reg what are you walking me home?” i complain trying to pick up my pace “we aren’t in school anymore you can leave me alone and stop acting like an asshole”

“oh c'mon (y/n/n) i thought we were past this” he complains stopping at the gate to my house “guess we aren’t” i say enthusiastically giving a thumbs up for encouragement before slamming the front door and flopping onto the couch.

the front door opens and closes but im too tired and grumpy to move so i stay out sprawled out onto the couch “why is reggie outside our house?” archie asks moving my legs so he could sit down.

i sit up and take the apple from his hand “reggie who?”

“you ready for tonight?” i ask the blonde girl fiddling with my hair as we start the walk toward school

she nods her head and to swinging her blonde pony tail “im actually really excited- my first pep rally as a river vixen” she giggle spinning around in her uniform

“well miss betty cooper you were made to be a cheerleader, us vixens are lucky to have you” i encourage her attempting to calm the nerves i know she has.

“thanks (y/n/n), im so glad your back” i wink at the blonde “so am i- i did really miss you a lot, seems like everyone’s life just sort went on with me” i smile sadly.

we enter the locker room and my good mood seems to have diminished completely “ronnie!” Betty calls to the raven haired girl gesturing her over so we could walk out onto the field together

“looking good ladies” veronica compliments offering me a small smile, i decide to return it “we good?” she questions and i take a second to respond “yeah lodge we’re good”

she smiles placing both hands on our shoulders “now should be go and show some school spirit” her grin wide and preppy cheerleader tone on point “lets go!” i return the enthusiasm throwing up some spirit fingers.

we rush onto the field bouncing on the balls of the feet and get the crowd up and alive, it was pouring down and we were soaked as soon as we stepped foot onto the field. the bleachers filled with umbrellas to shield themselves.

the mayor steps up to the podium and gives a small speech dedicating the rally to the late jason blossom before introducing josie and the pussycats and the river vixens to start their performance

the music starts and we launch into the routine all eyes on us as we swish around our skirts doing a few flips but mostly choreography from one miss blossom. i grab my poms and start catching jughead staring right at me, it throws me off but i mange to get back into the groove a blush covering my face

we finish our routine and coach runs across the stage and introduce the almighty riverdale bulldogs. they break through the banner my brother at the front of the group wearing jasons jersey. i freeze sickness washing over me, i turn instantly to see cheryl turning white before catching my gaze and bolting off the field.

betty & veronica rush off the field following her but i decide against following them and walk toward my brother whom was amongst the crowd talking to one jughead jones

puzzled i jog over smiling brightly as i approach the two “whatcha talking bout” i ask smiling shyly at the brunette, i bump hips with my brother “nice way to spook everyone arch” i tease and he just shakes his head

“so?” i raise my eyes brows glancing between the two awfully chummy “uh arch just apologised and well im going to give him a second chance” jug speaks playing with the back of his neck

i smile to myself jumping up and down before launching myself into jughead, he stumbles but wraps his arms around my waist holding me up before setting me down “thank you” i mumble into his ear before turning and punching my brother playfully in the arm

“about time you big idiot”

“ow!” he exaggerates rubbing his arm “oh stop being a baby” i roll my eyes at him the boy laughing at the sibling banter

“Pop’s?” i ask the two and they nod i start walking and the lag behind “c'mon what are we waiting for!” they laugh and share a glance before jogging to catch up to my long strides

“can i ask yous something” archie asks me as we start our short journey to pop’s “shoot” i tell him adjusting my gym bag on my shoulder before jughead removes it from my slinging it on his own shoulder

“what’s with you two, why have you been wearing jughead’s jackets are yous like a thing or-?” i giggle glancing at the brunette next to me who decides to stay quite

“it was pouring down on the way over from the dance, i was cold so he leant it to me and i wore it to school the next day to return it. is it really that big of a deal?”

he shakes his head “not that it’s really any of your business anyway right jug?” he looks at me wide eyes glancing between his best friend and his little sister “i mean yeah”

i laugh at his nervousness and push open the door to Pop’s spotting B & V already sitting in a both toward the back, i don’t wait for the boys i just continue down and slip in next to veronica

“ladies” i smile at them and betty turns in her seat looking at my brother and he’s best friend, i realise instantly and cuss under my breathe “they don’t have to seat sorry my bad” she shakes her head and speaks out to the boys as they wait for permission to join us”

“you wanna join us?” they both share a smile “only if your treating” jughead comments walking over and sliding in next to me placing his arm along the back of the booth

i watch as my brother does the same sharing a glance of respect with betty then laughing at something veronica said as we all sit cozily in our booth waiting for our food to arrive engrossed in our own little world.

i feel jugheads arm drop slowly resting on my shoulder causing me to wriggle closer to him sharing a smile with the brunette before returning back to the conversation

last nights drama had fizzled away, friendships mended and on their way to being so for now we sit happy and content wonder what tomorrow brings and in this moment i smile this, this was home.


TAG LIST AS PROMISED: @smadrat @natalieroseg @isak-lovelies @lena-lightwood @xbobaaa @savygabby

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Request: Hey, I love your imagines and was wondering if I could request a newt x reader? Maybe where like newt and the reader are dating, or like engaged, and the reader is pregnant (but no one but she herself knows it). And like newt and the gang go into battle and the reader ends up passing out. And then when she comes too, they’ve found out she’s pregnant? And maybe like an argument with reader and newt about why she didn’t tell him). HIGHKEY ANGST ANGST ANGST THANK YOU AND MAYBE-JUST MAYBE SOME FLUFF

Word Count: 3,178

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in

Pushing your chair back, you stand from the dinner table that Queenie, Tina, and Newt sit at, laughing over a joke Tina heard at work. Newt’s eyes shine when he glances at you, and he places three fingers to his lips to hide the growing smile. Blushing, you smile back and begin clearing the plates from the table.

Your ring clicks against Queenie’s plate when you lift it, and you don’t bother trying to hide the smile that appears. She’ll be able to read your elation anyway.
In mock horror, Queenie turns to Newt. “Mr. Scamander, making her clear the table on her own? Is that anyway to treat your fiancée?”

Newt beams at your two-day old title. “I suppose it isn’t.” He places his balled-up napkin on the table, stands, and reaches to take the plates from you. “She shouldn’t have to lift a finger.”

You spin the diamond ring on your finger, melting under Newt’s look of pure adoration. Your stomach flutters and twirls. He tilts his head—such an adorable habit of his—and you want to be much closer.

Tina clears her throat, uncomfortable with the starry look the two of you are holding over the table. “Maybe we should go.”

Queenie giggles. “Come on, sis, let’s leave the two lovebirds alone.”

You tear your eyes from Newt’s dazzling ones. “Oh no, don’t –“ You start to say, but trail off at Queenie’s eye roll and understanding smirk.

The two disappear into the stairwell and close the front door as Newt sets the stack of plates down. The floor creaks as he steps around the table.

The smell of nutmeg, pine, and the wind surround you as Newt nears. His soft hand lifts yours, drawing it closer to his face where he can inspect the shimmering diamond.

“I’m glad you said yes.” A wisp of red hair drifts in front of his eyes as he lifts his gaze to yours, head still bent.

“I’m glad you asked,” you tease, heart hammering against your ribs like it wants to break out.

Newt drops your hand, smile quirking up the corners of his lips as he brushes a thumb over your cheekbone. “I would’ve been the biggest fool not to.”

“I can’t believe we’re engaged.”

“My mother’s going to have a heart attack when the owl arrives.”

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anonymous asked:

(for the cahrecter kink meme) how about sub steve and bondage? (Can be stucky, Stevexreader, or stevex whoever you want, depends on what you want to do)

Attending Needs.

A/N: sure thing! I went with reader because why not? I do have a weakness for sub Steve though so y'all can probably expect more and a plethora of pairings. Enjoy my sin!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, language, pure porn, sub!steve, Dom!reader, nipple play kinda, oral, bondage, orgasm denial, unprotected sex(WRAP UP YO DINGY DONG KIDS), dirty talk


Originally posted by ahengaheng

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Feel Something

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Characters: Sam x Siren!Reader, Dean, OFC

Word Count: 2002

Warnings: Spn-like death/murder/violence, Angst, Some Fluff

Request: This idea may seem weird but what if reader is a mermaid. Now stay with me I know you already thinking this idea is crazy but let me elaborate. Reader is a mermaid who feeds off of people’s thoughts. And she believes that she isn’t harming anyone but when people started dying from like brain deca that’s when the duo goes to investigate. Idk this idea came to me after I watched Just My Imagination and this is really long but can you make this happen. Pairing whoever you want(please pick Sam)

A/N: @diesintheshower, I’m so sorry this took forever.  My life kind of spiraled out of control there for a while.  But I really did love your request!  I hope you like this/ I did didn’t muck it up.

You stirred your latte, drawing patters in the foam.

You feigned attention to your book, to your coffee, pretending you were paying attention to anything but the man across from you.  

Still, you found yourself staring at him more than you should be.

Another man would have thought you were flirting with him.  But he was a writer and had eyes only for his work.  What was more, he was in love with one of his characters.  You could feel it, see it in his mind.  

You delved deep into his thoughts, into his work, drinking in the new ideas and the new stories he’d brought with him to the coffee shop today.

He came here daily, to write uninterrupted.  

And you came here daily to feel his stories, to feed off that creative drive.  

You drew your spoon from your coffee, wiping the foam off on a napkin before taking in your reflection in its convex surface. 

Your reflection, a siren’s reflection.

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I published this on twitter a while ago… And now on tumblr! Well… I really liked the song and this is very improvised but… I did it with 2 hidden messages! :D/

If they want they can try to guess x’) Although I doubt very much that they find some sense to him or that it reminds them to something… :v

And maybe… whoever finds the 2 messages… will have a drawing xD

tyverion  asked:

Hi. I know that artists are protective of their work, but please just know that aggregate sites can also help. I found your page because of myreadingmanga. I love the story, it's very original and the art is great. You have a new follower because of it.

I do understand that uploading to aggregate sites has some benefit (i.e. might be perceived as “advertising” or something like that), but it does far more harm than good.

  • Many independent artists choose to upload to sites that monetarily support them, and they’re typically paid by the number of views/subscribers they get.  If their work is posted on aggregate sites, readership is lead away from sites that financially support the artist.
  • 50 pages of my work were uploaded without my knowledge or permission, with almost no visible credit to me.  The link they did provide is fairly hidden, and useless to people who aren’t interested in Tumblr.
  • Uploading to certain sites robs me of the agency to give my comic context.  I mostly advertise Flowerpot as a safe-for-work comic with a bi main character, but whoever took my comic labeled it “yaoi” and surrounded it with sexually explicit comics.  I don’t think there’s anything wrong with drawing comics with nsfw content, but it’s not the context I want FP to read in.

Despite whatever number of readers I might have gained from having it uploaded to My Reading Manga, I’d truly, honestly prefer that it not have been there in the first place.

If you’d like to share/advertise a comic, you can post about it on social media, share links to the work, or post like 1 or 2 images as examples (certainly not entire chapters).

for the first time ever you can pay me to draw whatever you want! 

here’s what i won’t draw though:
☆the adventure zone (also other small works like webcomics, unless you got permission from the creator)
☆nuthin’ nasty (rowdy nsfw that isnt just nudity, offensive stuff, bad stuff happening to kids, etc)
☆mecha stuff 
☆full backgrounds (i’m working this summer and dont really have time to do em but will have them available in the future)

i’ll draw gore and cars and boats and bicycles and horses and your ocs(with ref) and pretty much everything. let me know if you hate the color yellow!!!

for the time being i will have 4 slots open for the following options:

‘lil’ guys sketch page $15
that’s where i draw whoever between 3-6 times on the same page (unless you want less) and put little fun stuff in between em
☆can be strict color pallet or regular colors (you can pick the pallet if you want!)
☆can be mix of full body/bust or one over the other
☆can be pixel or smooth brush, your choice!

knees’n’up’s $32
that’s where i draw somebody from the knees up full-color or from regular bust height and put a simple color blocks/patterned background and put some fun stuff on top like stickers
☆extra character is additional $3
☆stickers/text are optional and entirely flexible in what they are
☆again pixel or smooth brush is up to you, often i will mix them in this type of drawing

YOU WILL RECEIVE an enlarged (but not very large) digital image since i work on very small canvases for pixel stuff. it will be printable but not bigger than postcard size. feel free to print it out but if you repost it online anywhere please give me credit

message me on here or email me at fordseey@gmail.com. let’s talk about what you like! to look at more of my art, go to http://attor.tumblr.com/tagged/doodle

(p.s. theres a conversion fee for exchanging to usd so if youre willing to pay a little extra it would really help me out)

reblog! tell ur friends! tell ur mom! i love receiving money for doing stuff i enjoy

frangipanidownunder  asked:

49 for the prompt list.

This is a re-write of the scene in “Dreamland” (Part 1) when Mulder tries to make Scully understand that he’s Mulder and not Fletcher. I used some of the actual dialogue. Prompt was:  “Hello, pot. Apparently, I’m kettle.”

“Scully, it’s me, Mulder.” His stare, he realizes, is penetrating and he watches as Scully, not believing one of words he’s just uttered, backs away from him. Her expression is devoid of any friendliness and he’s surprised how much that simple fact hurts.

“Sir, Mr. Fletcher, you called me and now I’m here. So could you please tell me what this is about?” He recognizes this voice; it means business. She never talks to him like this, but of course she doesn’t know it’s him.

“Scully,” they’re interrupted by Fletcher’s wife spewing obscenities; Mulder can’t blame her, really, but Scully takes another step back and he needs to convince her before it’s too late, “you need to believe me.”

“Mr. Fletcher, I don’t have time for silly games like these so if you could just-”

“It’s me, Scully,” frustration seeps into his voice, “I’m Mulder. Fox Mulder, your partner. That other guy, the guy you think is Mulder that’s the real Morris Fletcher.” She blinks, bored, unable to even entertain the idea. Mulder can’t help but wonder how good the other man is at playing him. Maybe he’s a better partner, a better guy altogether.

“Look,” he tries again, taking a deep breath, “Your full name is Dana Katherine Scully. Your badge number is… hell, I don’t know your badge number. Your mother’s name is Margaret. Your brother’s name is Bill Jr. He’s in the Navy and he hates me,” her expression doesn’t change, remains as stoic as ever, so he decides to dig deeper, “lately, for lunch, you’ve been having this six-ounce cup of yogurt, plain yogurt, into which you stir bee pollen because you’re on a bee pollen kick even though I tell you you’re a scientist and you should know better. Or maybe it’s some kind of twisted joke on your behalf reminding me of that moment in the hallway before that bee stung you when we-”

“What did you just say?” Mulder hears the tiny gasp in her voice and his heart beats faster hoping he is getting through to her. Or maybe it’s because this is the first time they’re talking about what happened, or almost happened, in that hallway. Naturally it would occur at a moment like this.

“That moment in the hallway, Scully. How would anyone know about this except you and me?”

“This really isn’t funny. I don’t know how you obtained that information but this is not funny.”

“No, it isn’t. I’m serious, Scully. I wouldn’t make fun of this or that moment, for that matter. I meant what I said. I meant what I was- I wanted to kiss you then. Just like I meant it when I told you I love you after that disaster in the Bermuda triangle.” She steps back further, this time it’s obviously in shock, though. She needs to get a better look at him, he thinks, as her mouth opens in another gasp and her eyes search for any clue that he’s telling the truth. But he still looks like that other guy, he still looks like Morris Fletcher, and he knows Scully. He knows her much too well.

“How do you know these things, Mr. Fletcher?” Her voice takes on a darker edge and her eyes narrow. He sighs; what else can he tell her to finally make her see? His Scully needs scientific proof, something tangible, and he cannot give it to her.

“Scully, something happened out there. I don’t know what, but I need your help to figure it out and to reverse it. Tell me what to say so you’ll believe me.” It’s a plea, it’s him begging, and he searches her eyes for any indication that she’s at least considering it.

“What did you – what did Mulder give me for my birthday in 97?” She raises her eyebrows in an obvious challenge. He bites his lip to keep from grinning and clears his throat.

“An Apollo 11 keychain. Come on, Scully, if you want to quiz me, ask me harder stuff.” This time he can’t stop the grin and it feels like it always feels when he’s looking at her like this, except her face is nothing like what he wants to see. There’s no sparkle in her eyes, no gentleness around her lips, none of the typical signs he’s come to notice when he makes a joke. This is the first time in all this mess that he really misses his life, his own body. He misses the way she looks at him; misses the way she feels comfortable around him. Who is he when the only person who matters in his life doesn’t recognize him? He’s no one. No one he wants to be, anyway.

“This can’t be…” she murmurs. At least this is something he knows and he waits, impatiently, for her to make up her mind. In his favor, if possible. “Well, then…” she lifts her head, her eyes meet his, and it’s not the same way she normally she looks at him, but it’s damn close and he feels relief flood him, “Hello, pot. Apparently, I’m kettle.” Mulder laughs and the sound sounds strange in his ears, and Scully’s too, judging by the looks of it.

“So you believe me.”

“I- I’m not sure, but… Mulder, I mean my- whoever he is – you, or Morris Fletcher, he hasn’t been acting like… well, you.” He wants to take her into his arms, hug her tightly and never let go; he wants to kiss her and never stop. Not as Morris, though.

“We need to find out what happened, Scully. I want to be me again.” She nods and he can tell that she has no idea about what to do. That makes two of them.

“Go and talk to the Gunmen. They might be able to help.” She glances up at him, tears shimmering there, and the need to draw her near is almost unbearable.

“Mulder…” she tries it out and he doesn’t flinch, gives her a smile that he hopes at least reminds her of the real him and urges her to go on, “Mulder, the things you said… about the hallway, about what you said in the hospital-”

“I meant it, Scully. I mean it. When all of this is over… maybe, instead of pretend nothing ever happened, we should have a talk,” she nods tentatively, “you know, talk about the birds and the bees.”

“I’ve had that talk, Mulder.” No hesitation this time.

“Not with me.” He grins and she grants him a smile, a real one, the one he knows. The one that say you might be crazy, but I still kind of like you. Likewise, Scully, he thinks.

They part, they have to, to both investigate what they can in any capacity that they’re able to. When they reverse it, when everything is back to normal and Mulder goes home, he feels like something is nagging him; did he forget something? He wonders as he unlocks the door to his apartment. He should call Scully, ask her if she thinks anything seems wrong, or off, to her. He feels like they have unfinished business about something. Maybe she remembers, he hopes, as he closes the door behind him.

Little-Witchh’s Protection and Return to Sender Jar

The use of this type of jar is to keep yourself protected from negative energy and any harmful intent sent to you (hexes, curses, manipulative spells, etc) and send it back to where it came from. Get a jar that you like, any size it could be small, medium or super big the one I have is a pretty good size, about the size of a 2 cup measuring cup. 


Ground eggshells
Your own hair
Pepper (I used black pepper)
Garlic (powder, dried chopped garlic or fresh)
Small mirror or mirror shards
Four pins
Storm water
As many black and white candles as you need to seal your jar

Draw a protection sigil on the bottom of the lid, you can also draw protection sigils, deflection sigils, evil eye protectors, etc on the outside of the jar as well. 

You can add anything else you want, everything I had was stuff I had immediately around the house so this is great for beginners or in the closet witches or witches who are pretty broke like me. 

Remember while you’re making your jar, grinding your ingredients and adding them all together focus on your intent and imagine sending any and all negative energy back to whoever it was sent from. 

Light your candles and as they’re melting add all your ingredients into the jar, once you have everything in the jar close the lid tight. Blow out your candles and as your pour the wax onto the jar to seal it, say the following:

Negative energy and ill will,

Return to sender for more than their fill, 

Bring me protection, 

And send back evil through deflection,

Let me be free,

As I will it, so mote it be

After your jar is sealed you can either bury it on your property or keep it by you in your room and/or sacred space. I personally like mine in my room because I don’t know how much longer I will be living where I am and I’d rather have it near me. 

(Remember the best time to do this would be during a waxing moon!) 


150 follower giveaway!

I hit 150 followers on this blog so I wanted to do a smol art giveaway! 

I know I already take suggestions for characters but those could take weeks/months to do.,, but whoever wins this giveaway will get their drawing next! My art tag is “my art” if you want to check it out.


Winner will get full colored half body of their ship of choice (can be any two characters from any book), or full color portrait of any character from any book! Characters include any MC!

Reblog this post and put in the tags what ship or single character you would like, and that counts as your entry!

Winner will be chosen on Thursday July 27th!


~Old Koga Fanart Art Dump~

This blog is supposed to accumulate as much fanart of Koga as we can find, so, I suppose that includes my old art. Might as well post it now so it’s at the bottom of the feed lol.

  • The first 7 are from this one week where each day I posted a picture of Koga in modern clothes. I drew them out of order so some are better than others rip. Feb 27 - Mar 5
  • I tried a chocolate bar that had chili powder and pop rocks in it and wanted to draw my husbando eating some cuz he’s cute. Whoever could that girl be? *dramatic eyezoom* May 16
  • Playing around with Koga hairstyles. I will find a specific perfect way to draw his hair >8V ! Jun 30

So, I’ve been a part of this fb group for a while now. It’s all good, theories, fun, blabla. However, since the very begging, this has been bothering me an awful lot.

Crediting the artist.

On the rules of the group, it leaves clear that you must credit the artist unless you’ve made the piece. Easy, right? Well, apparently not for them.

I wanted to ignore it, to avoid stressing myself, but I just received I reply on a comment I made. It was on the first screenshot

Me: “Oh wow, absolutely adore the quality AND the credits”

Their response?

“Ikr, lol (: ”

Really. Really?
The excuses they a l w a y s use is
“Idk the source, found it on Google lol”
“Credits to whoever made this”
“Credits in the image” -In this case, the image has such a poor quality you can barely even see the drawing

Now, these posts do not usually reach more than 60 likes or so, there has been cases where it has reached around 400 likes and a ton of comments. However, even if it got popular or not, this is not fair for the artist at all. They worked hard on it, they spent time on it, their effort.. Just so someone crops it and shares it somewhere whitout crediting them?

“That’s no big deal”

Would YOU like this to happen to your work?? Not only drawings, but concepts and texts? Please, no matter how little followers you have, REBLOG this. I want to remind those artists to put noticeably watermark/s on your work, even if its just a silly doodle.

Edit: Forgot to mention, apparently admins give no fucks and do not attend the issue, in fact it looks like one of them (I do not know how many there are) thinks its okay to simply say one of the excuses above. God.

anonymous asked:

just a note @ anon - pretty sure people can draw whoever they want, you can make your own content or go find someone else who can. @ artist you're very cool and I love your work tbh :D


Thank you very much  (〃^▽^〃) !