Hey guys, I finally made a commissions post! If you’re interested in commissioning me, please contact me via the tumblr messaging system or by sending me an email at email@example.com and leaving me an ask letting me know you sent one!
Every time I do a pixel I post the original artwork, and then a zoomed in version. So if you’re a fan of the zoom in pixel aesthetic keep that in mind!
Seriously, I love drawing people’s OCs, never be afraid to ask. And I’ll do fanart of whatever you like even if I’m not in the fandom so don’t worry about that either (most of my fandoms are obscure OTL).
Oops: Forgot to mention, if you don’t receive your commission within 30 days of paying for it and I haven’t told you I’m going to be away from my computer for a period of time, you’ll get your money back.
Under the cut is just some extra notes on what I can do and a few more examples of stuff.
If you’re a witch with major organizational problems (like me) who happens to own an IPhone/Mac, then boy-o-boy do I have a recommendation for you. “Notebook” is a free app available on the ITunes Store which allows you to create multiple visual notebooks with customizable covers, or you can use some of the beautiful pre-made covers available as well! For those who are still in the broom closet, you’re in luck. The app icon itself is very discrete, appearing as a simple note-taking app that even includes the option to set a password code and touch lock.
As you can see from the pictures above, I made several custom cover notebooks, each with an individual purpose. Within each notebook you can create different “pages” which can include text, voice recordings, images, check lists, and drawings. All of these features can be used to creatively tailor your notebook and it’s functionality.
In my Book of Visions for example, the entirety of the notebook is strictly filled with images that pertain to my goals, aspirations, and things that inspire me.
In my Dream Journal, I use a combination of the text and drawing features to both describe and illustrate my dreams.
The Spirit Journal contains both written and auditory recordings of conversations between spirits, psychic readings, and various divination sessions.
What I enjoy the most about this app is how easy it is to copy and paste spells, recipes, and various bits of magickal information in your notebook to save for personal use. Even if you have a written Grimoire/BOS this app is great for recording and saving information ahead of time to transfer to your book later.
(Disclaimer: No, I am not being paid to rave over this app, I really do think it’s that fucking spiffy)
i doodled some human/oid thomas and i’ll post it tomorrow but like
everything is gray!! his hair is gray, his eyes are gray, his accessories are gray, he’s just black and white i made his pants kind of purple tho but they’re still….gray the only color he has is his skin tone, really, which is also fucking Pale
anyway he has wing earrings and a big poofy jacket that has wings on the back (he did it himself he’s v proud of it) but ya i’m gonna wait till tomorrow to post cause i’m already in bed
Can you do a darylxreader where he’s scared to admit he really needs a cuddle and gets annoyed that reader wont pick up the hints that he needs someone but comes to her on the verge of tears because hes desperate to have all her attention, so she slowly takes his clothes off & makes him spend the night with her but he wakes up at crazy early morning like 2am & asks her to lay ontop of him so hes 100% sure shes actually with him maybe a bit of morning smut aswell)
Note: i really enjoyed writing this so i hope you like it!!
warning: mentions of glenns death, mild angst, smut! —————————————————————————————————-
You saw Daryl sharpening his arrows on the front porch. You
decided to go and see how he was doing, you knew he was feeling guilty about
Glenn’s death and everything that went down in the sanctuary. As you walked
closer to where he sat he looked up at you but said nothing.
“Hey Daryl, you alright?” you asked, sitting down on the
step below him.
He grunted in response and you thought of another way to get
him to talk. “You going out on any runs soon?”
“I can’t, gotta stay out of sight from the saviors” he replied,
taking his focus away from his arrows and onto you.
“Sorry, I forgot about that” you apologised, feeling silly
for bringing it up.
You sat in silence for a moment, staring out at the secure
walls protecting you from the outside world. You thought Daryl was doing the
same, but he was actually looking at you, admiring how soft your facial
features looked. He wished that you knew how he really felt, he wanted you to
be there for him, he needed someone to hold and cry to, he was tired of keeping
his feelings bottled up inside, he could feel himself ready to explode soon.
“Yeah, whatever” he said almost angrily.
You looked back at him in confusion, why was he being
hostile all of a sudden? “I didn’t mean it like that Daryl, there’s just a lot
going on right now” You tried to justify your words.
“Everyone has a lot going on right now. Hell, a lot has been
going on for years!” he raised his voice.
“Daryl-” You were shocked by his behaviour change but he
“Na forget about it!” He stood up and you did to. He looked
down on you and you felt small considering you were a step lower than him. “You
don’t care, no one does, so just leave me the hell alone!”
He stormed into his house, slamming the door shut behind
him. You stood in shock, surprised by how easily he got mad like that, you
didn’t think he’d take it to heart. You wanted to go in there so badly and just
hold him. You knew Daryl since the prison and you understood how emotionally
unstable he was, he wasn’t in check with his feelings and it had gotten worse.
You stepped forward to open the door but you stopped yourself, remembering that
he wanted to be left alone. ****
You were getting ready for bed after a stressful day. After
everything that had happened with Daryl you were exhausted, but then Jesus had
come down to Alexandria to warn you guys about the saviors coming to look for
Daryl. It was a tiring day and all you wanted to do was sleep. You were about
to jump into bed when you heard a knock on the door downstairs. You sighed and
made your way down in only a baggy top and white panties. When you opened the
door, you were surprised to find Daryl standing there, he was drenched in sweat
and he looked like he was about to burst out crying.
“Daryl, what’s wrong?” You asked, moving back so he could
come into the house. He walked in and stood by your counter, leaning his hands
He shook his head before talking. “I’m sorry” he said, his
voice cracking as the first tear fell down his cheek. He turned to look at you
and you got worried that something might have happened. You walked towards him
and placed your hands on either side of his cheek as he continued to talk.
“I just need someone, I’m tired of everyone dying and I don’t
know how to control my anger anymore” His tears were flowing freely now and he
made no move to try and wipe them away.
“I lashed out at you this morning for no reason and I’m
sorry” he finished.
He lowered his head and you wrapped your arms around his waist,
pulling your bodies as close as they could get. He wrapped his muscular arms
around your shoulders and he hid his face in the crook of your neck.
“Stay here tonight, you shouldn’t be alone” you whispered.
He nodded his head and you led him upstairs. You turned on
the shower for him, making sure that the water was to his liking. You stood in
the bathroom with him and watched as he struggled to undo the buttons on his
shirt. His hands were shaking and he was getting frustrated. You had never seen
Daryl like this, he was the strong one in the group, the one who showed no
emotion, and now here he was letting it all out. You walked over to him and
moved his hands to his side.
You started to undo his buttons for him, going at a slow
pace as to not alarm him. You felt his eyes on you as you removed his shirt and
vest. You then moved down to his belt buckle and you took his jeans off in a
swift motion, leaving him completely naked. There was no sexual tension between
you, just one friend helping out another. When you were done, you roamed your
eyes across his toned body before looking into his eyes. He was already staring
at you; the tears were gone and replaced with the same emotionless glare he
“Take your time, I’ll get some spare clothes for you” you
said softly, planting a kiss on his cheek before leaving to go and find him
some clean clothes. ****
You got back in the house and found Daryl sitting on your
bed with a towel wrapped around his waist. You both stayed silent as you walked
towards him and handed him the fresh clothes. You turned around as he changed,
and you slid under the covers on your bed. Once he had the jogging bottoms on
you turned to look at him. His back was facing you and you watched as his
muscles prominently moved as he put the black t-shirt on. He turned around and
saw you staring at him, he offered you a small smile before sliding in on the
other side of the bed. His hair was tangled and still a little damp from the
shower, making him look gruff and sexy under the moonlight.
You leaned on your elbow and stared down at him.
“What?” he asked.
“You wanna talk about it?”
“Na” he said, looking back up at the ceiling. You ran your
hand across his chest and leaned up to bravely plant a kiss on his lips. He
didn’t move at first, but he didn’t pull away either. After a few seconds, he
warmed up and kissed you back, both your lips working together in unison. It
was slow, and meaningful. You and Daryl weren’t a couple, you weren’t anything
but friends and you were willing to do anything to help him forget about the
pain, even if it was only temporary. He placed his hand on the back of your
head and stroked your hair before you pulled away and placed your head against
his shoulder. You moved your arm across his stomach to give him some sort of
protection and he placed his hand over yours. You were asleep in the next
couple of minutes but Daryl lay awake for a long time after you. ****
You stirred from your sleep as Daryl lightly shook your
shoulders. You immediately jolted up and looked around.
“What is it?” you asked, your heart rate speeding up, was
“Calm down (Y/n), you’re safe” he replied, his voice gruff
“Oh” you murmured, your eyes almost closing again. “Are you
“I just woke up, didn’t really sleep well”
“What time is it?”
Daryl shrugged his shoulders and you looked at your watch.
“It’s 2am” you said. He looked at you apologetically and you pushed him back
down onto the bed slowly.
“You don’t need to worry anymore Daryl. I’m here, you can
talk to me and trust me” you whispered.
He nodded his head and you lay down next to him, you draped
your leg across his and moved your arms over his chest. “I’m here” you said one
more time before he wrapped his arm around you, and you both fell asleep once
The feeling of your neck being nibbled on woke you from your
sleep. You had barely opened your eyes when you felt Daryl’s big hands roaming
“Morning” he said into your neck. You quickly intertwined
your fingers in his hair as he started to suck at your pulse on your neck,
making you feel weak.
“Wait” you said suddenly. You pushed him off of you and
moved your leg over his waist to straddle him. You could feel his hard on
poking into your panties through his jogging bottoms. You knew what he wanted
and you were prepared to give it to him. You started grinding yourself against
his member while you kissed his lips, taking control of everything. Your arms
traced his muscles along his arms before he involuntarily snapped his hips
upward against you. You moaned into the kiss as the connection sent a spark
buzzing through you. You didn’t make him wait any longer as you pulled the
jogging bottoms and boxers down, revealing his hard cock. He moved your panties
to the side with his thumb, making sure to lightly brush it against your clit
as he did. You grabbed his now throbbing member and slid it along your slit,
making his head wet from your juices. You then slowly lowered yourself onto
him, throwing your head back at how he stretched you out. You both stayed still
so you could adjust to his size. When you were feeling ready you started to
lift yourself up again and then lowered yourself down. Daryl saw you were
comfortable and he started to thrust up into you when you lowered yourself
down, sending extra pleasure through both of you. You leaned forward and kissed
his neck, making him grunt and moan. He continued to thrust up into you,
keeping one hand on your ass and the other in your hair. You let your hands
roam under his shirt, allowing you access to his toned body. You then brought
your hands to his hair and squeezed at it, making him moan into your ear.
“I’m close” He barely whispered as the pleasure was too much
for him. You carried on doing all you could to make him go over the edge. He didn’t
hold back as he yanked on your hair and squeezed your ass cheek, he pounded
into you for the last time before holding himself there. You felt his cock
throb inside of you as he let himself go. You panted and laughed as he finally
came down from his high and looked at you with dazed eyes.
“I haven’t felt that in years” he said, laughing along with
“I’m glad I could help” you giggled as you kissed his lips
one more time before rolling next to him and rubbing his chest. He pulled the
cover over your naked bodies and he finally opened up about what was troubling
him. He sighed as he got it all out, and
it felt like a weight off his shoulders. —————————————————————————————————-
Like just about everything about the Netflix Death Note, it sounds like they were trying to rework the story to make it more American while not considering the potential implications of the story once you toy around with things like that (the whole “misanthropic white kid develops a god complex and attempts to ‘cleanse’ society” thing in general). That being said, hamfisted Americanization aside, Keith Stanfield is a pretty good actor, so I’m curious to see how he’ll handle L.
why isnt physcology science? at one point i thought of applying for it at uni (i go the next school year) but i changed my mind to something else so im wondering what you mean by its not science i also saw it under the bachlor of science category too
It is commonly considered a pseudo science. Mainly because it has very little to do with scientific fact and evidence and more to do theory and thought process. Whereas, psychiatry has more to do with legitimate chemical changes, hormonal changes and neuroscience. I personally don’t believe psychology to be an actual science. Partly because it’s the study or the mind (not the brain) and, I believe, our minds differ too much to be able to generalise on a scientific platform.
NOTE: this is why a psychologist can only suggest medication to your gp and a psychiatrist can prescribe medication to you directly
You: pfft yeah no I totally hate Piper Mclean what a loser- *trips* *pictures of Piper begin to pour from your pockets and land on floor in heaps* - no, just list- *you try to pick them up but more fall from your sleeves* -listen, I can explained these aren't mine, I'm holding them for a frie- *a note that says "I, Giuliana, LOVE PIPER MCLEAN" falls out from pocket* You: OK FINE I LOVE PIPER MCLEAN I ADMIT IT (I think I'm funny)
Except for the fact that I would never say I hate Piper, this sounds like something I would do ahahahahah
- ̗̀ march 26th 2017 ̖́-
hey! 🌱 it has been such a busy week for me so sorry that i didn’t get to post as much! i’m pretty sure i failed my spanish quiz and i’ve just been feeling so unfocused and unproductive lately idk what to do ugh.
Oh but on an actually relevant note when I was little I ate books. Like entire books. But the ironic thing is that they were books about manners, like "Don't Take What's Not Yours" etc. The weird thing is that I'm a published author now 😅
im just imaginin you doing something wrong or w/e and ur parents givin you a book abt manners and you just fucking, looking her in the eye and eating it out of spite
Friendly reminder that it is not okay to shame anyone of any path for wanting (or even, dare I say it, needing) compensation for their spiritual services. I’m sure I speak for more than myself when I say that we do sympathize with those of you who are struggling financially. Know what? A lot of us are right there with you (and it’s not for you to judge who is and isn’t enough in need). We sell our skills for many reasons. Not in the least because our time and energy has inherent value.
On that note, I apologize for this extra pinch of salt, but no, “you have a normal body, so use it” will never be an acceptable thing to say to someone who has just politely denied your demand request for free services. Honestly, how dare you assume anything about a person’s body? This just in: regardless of any truth or assumption, you are not entitled to anyone’s talents. You do not own a single diviner, conjurer, or advice blogger in this community. If hearing that upsets you, kindly return to the sewer system from which your manners were born because I have nothing left to say to you.
Anyways. To end this on a positive note, shout out to the people in this community who go above and beyond to encourage each other’s work in any way they can. You guys are awesome and appreciated. <3
Hi! Can y'all do a cute Michael Latta imagine where you tell him that youre starting to like him and he never replies so you think you scared him away but it was the complete opposite, he likes you too and was just nervous to tell you to be his girl? Thanks!!
Author’s Note: I love Michael Latta. That’s all. -Julianne
You had just got done brushing your teeth when your phone buzzed. Turning off your bathroom light you walk over to your bed and pick up your phone to see that you had a text from your friend Mandy.
Did you tell him yet?
TELL HIM! NOW! I mean it! Don’t be a baby. Love you.
Throwingyour head back on to the bed, you pulled your arms in front of you and pressed Michael’s name.
Hey! What’s up?
Hey babygirl! Not to much just playing COD with Willy. What’s up with you?
Sounds fun! Who’s winning? Am just laying in bed. :D
Such a bum ;) I’m winning….as always.
Okay it’s now or never you thought.
So I kind of have something to tell you.
Good or bad? 0_0
Depends I guess lol
That’s worrisome ahaha. Well what is it babygirl?
You took a deep breath before typing.
I like you…..but not as a friend. Like as a boyfriend.
Sent. Yet you still had this awful pit in you stomach. You placed your phone screen face done on your bedding and turned on the tv hoping that the sound would help the feeling in your stomach.
“Dude why did you just stop play!” Tom yelled as he killed me on the game. “Whoa, are you okay there Lats?” He asked placing the game on pause.
I still had my phone in my hands. “I like you….but not as a friend.” This is what I have been waiting for, yet I couldn’t type back. I didn’t want to be that guy that said I like you too and then just goes back to playing video games. This was a wonderful moment.
“Y/N just told me she likes me, as more than just a friend.” I told Tom a smile slowly forming on my face.
Tom hits my arm and smiles “Told you she did! What did you say?”
“What?” Tom says looking like I was a loon. “The girl you like just tell you she likes you back and you say nothing back. Lats not sure but you might have taken to many hits to the head my friend.
“I want to ask her to be my girlfriend but not over text.” I said standing up to grab some paper and a marker.
Twenty minutes. It has been twenty minutes since you told Michael you like him and you got nothing back. Shit. Did you mess up. You were really wishing you never listened to Mandy right now. Just then you heard you door bell ring.
“Who on earth would that be at 12 am.” You said to yourself.
Looking through the peephole you saw Michael. Shocked you opened the door fast only to see Michael hold his finger up to his mouth. You nodded. He began to hold up a paper in front on him.
“Remember that time you stay over at my place and we watched Love Actually?” The first sigh said.
Looking up at Michael you shook you head yes and he switched to the next sign.
“And after the movie we stayed up all night talking about everything and anything?”
You shoot you head yes again and smiled remembering it all so well even thought it was over three years ago.
“You ended up falling asleep on my chest at 4 am that night. You felt bad.” Michael smiled at you as he flipped to the next page.
“You felt bad, kept saying sorry. But what you didn’t know was that night was the night….”
“That I fell in love with you. Wait. There’s more.”
Now there were tears in your eyes and you were sure that Michael was not leaving this house tonight,
“Will you be my girlfriend? Kiss for yes. No kiss for no.”
You placed a deep kiss on Michael lips. You felt him wrap his arms around you small body as he carried you two inside and closed the front door. Oh man was the going to be a good night.
I prefer if your extended imagine doesn't have any name. I prefer it to be "(Y/N)" than someone's name. I hope you change that. Thank you
I hate (Y/N). I find it distracting and boring.
I did a few times but i stopped almost 2 years ago.
Usually i just don’t name the female characters at all but this time i thought it was necessary since there were twins involved and it could be confusing.
I’m not going to change anything. I will continue to write my stories the way i like it, and no offense, but i don’t do it to please others, i write because i love it and it’s a nice exercise for me. The whole Y/N thing is something some people here on Tumblr do to get more notes and give those who don’t read actual books what they want, and it’s only becoming a bad habit and making them lazy. Writers and Readers.
So I'm starting to work out and I've been asking my buddies for tips. But the thing is, they're all guys with prior experience, the exact opposite of me. Do you have any tips? I really want to get into lifting
-start slow and steady don’t just into it thinking it’s about the most weight you can lift at one time, I see a lot of people go into the gym and pick up the heaviest weight they can deal with and when they do the exercise it’s not a complete extension/it’s sloppy
-work out all your muscle groups, I made the mistake of just working out my arms when I first started and so my squats are really weak compared to my other lifts. Don’t be a dorito lol
-try to establish some sort of consistency/schedule, have a certain number of days per week that you’ll go but on that same note it’s okay if you miss a day! Make it up next time
-be conscious of what you eat, now it’s really up to you whether or not you’d like to pay attention to your nutrition but I’d suggest at the very least try to be mindful of what you eat and try to increase your protein intake
Good luck to you friend! :)) if you need more tips check my faq page
Concepts for my Sith Warrior. Remember that pale, platinum haired SW? Yeah, she’s gone. I’ve been finding it really tough to figure out what my SW is gonna be like, until today, I had an idea.
This SW is gonna be sassy, bad-tempered and raised to think that she was the most important person in the galaxy. After Baras’ betrayal, she realises just how small she is. This experience makes her more humble and ironically, helps her to stop judging people and to trust them as well.
Now, which one do you like best? Please note that these designs are not final.
Lord Roose never says a word, he only looks at me, and all I can think of is that room they have in the Dreadfort, where the Boltons hang the skins of their enemies.“
"That’s just one of Old Nan’s stories,” Bran said. A note of doubt crept into his voice. “Isn’t it?”
The great hall was dim and smoky. Rows of torches burned to left and right, grasped by skeletal human hands jutting from the walls. High overhead were wooden rafters black from smoke, and a vaulted ceiling lost in shadow.
King Royce Bolton, Second of His Name, is said to have taken and burned Winterfell itself; his namesake and descendant Royce IV (remembered by history as Royce Redarm, for his habit of plunging his arm into the bellies of captive foes to pull out their entrails with his bare hand) did the same three centuries later. Other Red Kings were reputed to wear cloaks made from the skins of Stark princes they had captured and flayed.
The Chronicles of Longsister ascribe many horrors to that conquest: wild Northmen killing children to fill their cooking pots, soldiers drawing the entrails from living men to wind them about spits, the executions of three thousand warriors in a single day at the Headman’s Mount, Belthasar Bolton’s Pink Pavilion made from the flayed skins of a hundred Sistermen …
You tell me the home of the Boltons isn’t cursed as shit.