i don't even know what i just drew but i love it

Here’s all the things that I’ve been working on. (Have fun scroling.)

1st: The people that I follows A.K.A my senpais:

@nekophy - First and for most, you’re amazing. Your art is beautiful in every piece. Your OCs are cute and adorable. You YOURSELF is amazing a hyperactive. Keep on being a cute little stick cat! Also I want to draw you as a cat and not a stick cat so sorry for that

@angexci - I can’t say how wonderful you are in any way possible. Your traditional are perfect, but your digital art is so awesome! You are amazing, everytime you post something, either a shitpost or an art piece, I love it all. So continue being a cool bird!

@jakei95 - One question, HOW. THE HELL. ARE YOU. SO FREAKING CALM?? Okay, you’re really, AWESOMELY cool. Your characters are cool, cute, awesome at the same time. Your art is TOO COOL, OKAY?? Also, you’re funny, like EXTREMELY FUNNY. Please continue on being a funny and cool potato! :3 I dunno I drew the background galaxy

@gabi4chan-akatsuki - I know your blog is not art related but I like Vocaloid and your Vocatale AU. I ADORE your Vocaloid covers, it sounds amazing. So just keep on tuning!

@wilyart - I know you don’t post much, but you are still amazing. I don’t have much to say aside from that your art are fabulous.

@kyashee-art - I. LOVE. EVERY. PIECE. OF ART. YOU MAKE. THAT’S ALL I COULD SAY. I can’t say anymore than compliment your art. I made this before you changed your mascot so oops.

@trashy-artzy-me - You’re one of the best traditional artist I’ve ever know. Personaly I feel that you’re cool :). Keep on being amazing!

@blogthegreatrouge - I can’t say you’re cool and amazing enough. You’re the first person i followed, the person that I made my blog for, the first person that I actually motivates me to post on Tumblr. Your art are all from the heavens. Except those sin art. So I hope you never give up and continue on!

@renrink - *inhales* YOU ARE SO COOL. Especially your AU, Reapertale is so cool and I’m waiting for your stuff. Your art are so goddamn wonderful, like DAYUM. I once tried to color like you but I failed so bad, I deleted it. :P. Just continue on being a cool dude gal!

@walkingmelonsaaa - I can’t say your art is amazing enough. Your lines, your coloring, your porotions! It’s beatiful! You are an art goddess to me, to everyone who knows you. So keep on making amazing art! I didn’t know what to draw for the background so I tried and it sucks >:(

@zarla-s - To be honest, I know you from Quotev XD, I read your fanfictions and I’m still waiting and I read the comics and I compared it and I’m surprised. Anyways, your art are so cute, espescially the skelebros! I want to say you’re great! Continue on!

@golzy - I know you’re on hiatus but I wanna say that I want feels too :3.I love your art, you’re talented at a young age. I’m cheering for you! I drew you in your Gay Daddy outfit with some fixing—

@camilaart - Through all the things that happened, you pushed through and fly up above! I wish you would never give up! Ever!

Sapphire by @sapphirescarletta123

Rey by @reyindee

@yugogeer12 - You’re from a cool gal to cute bean. AN ADORABLE BEAN!!! Your art are so goddamn cute!! So cute man! Your Epictale AU is great and EPIC! Keep on being a mixure of a cute and EPIC!!


2nd: People that I follows A.K.A my senpais in CHIBI FOOOOOOORM!!! XD:

Sharky by @myebi

@ania-da-peasant - Though those idiotic people send hate, send you ask that lacks inteligence. You still pushed through. You was pushed down before but you stood up and face them. So never lose hope! Stay DETERMINED!




@rosannapansino RosannaPansino

Perf by @perfectshadow06

3rd: For some of my followers:

@notch0607 @mkitkat @broken-tale-comic @nekokurisu @locis-didi @lazyartz @xxlisagamerxx @undertalefan1111 @anda-blr @cyberbullybro @saskiakawaiistudio @4jen

4th: My awesome friends!:

@mercury-draws-shitz - You’re great, even though it may not feel like it, it is. You’re the first one that actually made fanart for me :’DD So keep being cool!

@thekawaiichibigirl - You are a great friend, though you’re depression is bad, you’re pushing through!! I was– I mean EVERYONE was very worried, so don’t do that ever again. Those people are still hating but you’re answering them in a bad a$$ way!! Sorry Arty Just keep being who you are!!

@anndreemurr - We talk for like once and some how became friends X’DD So just wanna say that your art are everything! It’s so beautiful! So continue being cute and cool :D

@ithinkiamanartist - You’re the one that I talk to the most XDDD omg okay umm.. *inhales* YOUR COOL. You’re just like a cool big sister to me. Da coolest were cat big sister I’ve ever nyew. Your art is coot and cool just like you! Continue on being coot and cool kay sis? :) 

@armitie - Yay time for my first friend I ever made here :’D You are a little roll of memes and shitpost oh ye– You’re the meme sister and super SUPER weird. Your art is super duper cute!! ((I like slim bodies)) Though we don’t talk much, I still love you with every inch of— So keep on doin’ it!

@elamania - Time for my second friend that I made here! Where you’ve been? Nah just kiddin’ I’m not gonna joke like that. I must say that your coloring are wonderFUR!! Get it ‘cause you’re a cat? Yeah? Okay ._. 

@unlikelykingdomsuit - I know we rarely talk, but I still love your art. You’re real FURtastic! Yeah. Puns. I suck at it. But I still want you to know that care about you. Holy that sounds cheesy

@burntsalmonfishy132005 - HI LITTLE CHICKEN!! The second Vietnamese friend I made. You’re a cute little spammer. Yup - u - b Your art is adorable as heack! So keeo on being a cute little chick! ;D

@mikaru-blackspade - I know you’re banned from any social media but you’re still my first Vietnamese friend. You’re a great artist even if you don’t think you are. I wanna say keep on doin’ it!

@pandurrpink - Though we just became friends like a few weeks ago, you still counts as my dear friend. AND HOLY YOUR COLORING IS EVERYTHING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! Continue to be an amazing artist Pandurr!

5th: The youtubers that I subscribe:









Ha! I can do something better with my birthday than writing and doing this. Only llike 3 or 4 people wish me “Happy Birthday”. This joke is so lame.

episodes 1-4 / ( change pronouns as needed. )


  • “i’ve been thinking about us.”
  • “i’m asking you now if you love me.”
  • “of course i love you, ____. but i can’t give you the answer you want.”
  • “one summer can change everything.”
  • “it’s about following your heart, right?”
  • “as long as you don’t give up your passion.”
  • “eventually, there will be a reckoning.”
  • “that entitlement you wear on your head like a crown? it won’t last.”
  • “are you scared, ____?”
  • “don’t freak out. just trust me.”
  • “i’m breakfast at tiffany’s, but this place is strictly in cold blood.”
  • “he was looking for the girl next door. instead, he found me.”
  • “you wanted fire? sorry, _________. my specialty’s ice.”
  • “just… talk to her. it could go a long way. would have gone a long way with me.” 
  • “you are so perfect. i’ll never deserve you.”


  • “romeo and juliet are the exception, not the rule.”
  • “once again, fate throws us together.”
  • "sardonic humour is just my way of relating to the world.”
  • “what? what are you going to do?”
  • “i’m not. i want to be. i thought i could be. but it’s too much, too fast.”
  • “what do you know about it, _____? or about me, even?”
  • “he wasn’t perfect. but he always tried to do the right thing.”
  • “sometimes a friend is better than a boyfriend.”
  • “why don’t we both just do that bro thing where we nod like douches & mutually suppress our emotions?”
  • “is there something you want to tell me, pal?”
  • “did you & _______ kill him together?”
  • “i’m alone.”
  • “we’re not gonna hug in front of the entire town.”
  • “it’s like there was a train that was going to the rest of my life. & i just… missed it.”
  • “it is not my fault he doesn’t like you.”


  • "spoken like a true good girl who always follows the rules.”
  • “i don’t follow rules, i make them. & when necessary, i break them.”
  • “nothing this bad was ever supposed to happen here.”
  • “you don’t want to slow down, do you?”
  • “they have zero remorse for the lives they destroy.”
  • “does he not know who i am?”
  • “i’d love to stay. but i gotta shake down an evil adventure scout.”
  • “not bad.”
  • “maybe i don’t know _______.”
  • “you came through for me. in a way no one else ever has before.”
  • “i would’ve done anything to protect _____.”
  • “i saw the way you looked at me. … you’re hiding something.”
  • “maybe we should slow it down a little.”
  • "she’s right.”
  • “would i have complete freedom?”


  • “where did you find all of this?”
  • “oh, i’m already there!”
  • “you’re right. i’m selfish, & i’m stupid.”
  • “make some room, outcasts.”
  • “what’s next, selling her hair extensions?”
  • “it’s off-brand & sends a false message about acceptance.”
  • “shut the hell up, or you’ll find out!”
  • “i just hate when people disrespect my cinematic experience.”
  • "i’ll figure it out. i always do.”
  • “you are not the things you said.” 
  • “you’re not stupid. this wasn’t your fault.”
  • “i have a strong inkling.”
  • “threatened, much?”
  • “i learned that from the nancy drew detective handbook.”
  • “if you really are my friend, you’ll drop this.”
AntiSepticEye: Explained

Alright, I’m going to sit down and clear up anything and everything I can think of about Anti right now, so I don’t end up random-spamming for no reason and hitting my post limit again. This is going to be long, but I want people to read it, so hang tight. 

What do we know about AntiSepticEye?

- He is an entity that shares a body with JackSepticEye.
- He has proclaimed his purpose is to take over Jack’s channel.
- He was named by the community, not by himself.
- He alludes to drawing power from the community noticing him.
- He has taken over Jack three times now.
- Each time has been slightly different, for different reasons.
- Each time, he has taken over something new that belongs to Jack.
- He has knowledge of, and interacts with, at least one of Jack’s other Egos. (Doctor Schneeplestein)
- Doctor Schneeplestein, and himself, have both alluded to him being an outside entity that gets inside a person’s brain to take control.
- Jack, on multiple occasions, has referred to him as a demon.
- He has explicitly stated that he has killed Jack.
- He wears different clothing than Jack; specifically dark green hair, a black tee shirt, and gauges. Occasionally has black eyes or one ‘septic’ eye (green/blue).
- Always has a slit throat.
- Prefers to speak/type in glitched Zalgo text.
- Has associated himself with childrens’ laughter.

So what does this mean? What is AntiSepticEye?

Many have speculated that Anti may in fact be a demon whose sole purpose is to kill Jack and take over his channel. But have you noticed how he acts?

- Giggles almost incessantly.
- Twitches and glitches.
- Smiles almost constantly.
- Makes broad movements, sometimes violently.
- Points a knife at the camera.
- Holds a knife to his own/Jack’s neck.
- Reaches towards the camera.
- Directs all speech towards the camera.
- Whispers in the background.

How he speaks?

- Speaks with confidence, usually in absolutes. It’s all mine. There’s nothing you can do.
- Places blame for his existence on the viewers. This is all your fault. You just watched.
- Talks almost always about Jack. You can’t save him. He’s gone forever.
- Acknowledges social media. They all follow me now.
- Talks about the others (Jack, Schneep, Chase) as if they’re less than he is, but also acknowledges that they’re precious to the audience in a way that he is not.
- Talks about how ‘weak’ Jack is, specifically his body, and how that allowed him to take over.

All of this is attention-grabbing, it’s made explicitly to get us to pay attention to him, to Anti. He does everything in teasing trails, cliffhangers, hints and messages that get everyone talking about him and he seems to love it. But when things go wrong, he gets angry. He gets upset because he’s not receiving the attention he craves.

- I’m tired of pretending.
- How many times must we… keep fooling around? Over and over, fucking circles!
- I’m. In. CONTROL. This is MY world.
- Has become upset enough to actually swear.
- Shows extreme distaste for the mocking name of “Glitch Bitch”.
- Lashes out some with his knife.
- Talks much more grandiose than usual, especially about himself.
- Stresses that he cannot be gotten rid of.
- Thumps his chest, gets closer to the camera to stress that he is the center of attention.
- Sarcastically uses the words ‘favorite boy’ in reference to his next victim, who is slightly unclear at the moment - likely Jack or Chase.

He hates that he has to pretend to be Jack for so long in order to wind up the perfect amount of tension to get everyone involved. He hates that he had to ‘go in circles’, that he had to wind down so that he could explode again. He hates that if he stays, the hype will eventually die. He absolutely hates that people are rooting against him, with their #septicsave tag and theories of how to destroy or get rid of him. He hates that the attention may be on him, but more of it is on his victims. He hates what his hype has become. That’s why he’s upset.

So did Anti kill Jack?

Jack himself said after Say Goodbye that no, Anti did not kill him. This, according to Anti, was him pretending. So you can see why people would be skeptical of the vlog after Kill JackSepticEye stating almost the exact same thing. Anti didn’t kill me.

The thing is, this is a vlog - there is no intro of ‘Top o’ the mornin to ya laddies, my name is JackSepticEye.’ This isn’t Jack. This is Sean. Yes, there is a difference between Sean and Jack, if you think about it he’s ‘in character’ for almost all of his videos. Same for Markiplier, for PewDiePie, for any other gamer that goes by a pseudonym or nickname. They don’t always act the way they do on camera in real life, because they’re playing a character and they’ve become comfortable in that. 

So from this, we can infer that it could technically be possible for Anti to kill Jack. Because Jack is another persona of Sean’s. But did he kill Jack? Well, Schneep stated that he has almost lost Jack once before, and had to save him. We can infer that this incident took place during Say Goodbye, where Anti first took over, and Schneep must have saved Jack just after. In Kill JackSepticEye, though, it’s implied that not only did Anti kill Jack, but he also killed Schneep. We’ve seen, though, that Anti seems to be able to function perfectly well with Jack simply incapacitated. After all, if he hadn’t been killed during Say Goodbye, then what says he was actually killed during Kill JackSepticEye? Again, what Anti does is all for attention. If he really kills Jack, then he can’t ‘kill’ him again at a later date for more hype. Then again, with his frustration, he may have been forced to take drastic measures.

As far as we know, this is a ‘Schneeplestein’s Jack’ equation - Jack is either alive or dead, and we won’t know until Sean or Anti opens the box on us, revealing everything.

You didn’t answer my question. What is AntiSepticEye?

I know, you needed that information first.

It’s implied that Anti is a demon, yes, but what kind of demon? Some have speculated that he’s a Bill Cipher sort of demon, able to make ‘deal with the devil’ sort of trades, and that’s how he killed Chase. We have no evidence for this, but it’s a nice theory if you like angst. Another thought is that he’s not a demon at all but some sort of sentient virus that takes over a brain via the blood and corrupts it. Working off of the virus theory is that he’s able to take over electronics instead, although it doesn’t explain why he’s able to take over Jack’s body. These are all good theories, and mine is just one of them, but I think it has enough merit to warrant a read:

AntiSepticEye is part of Jack. Part of Sean, and his collective of Egos. He always has been. This would make it impossible for him to actually kill Jack without killing a part of himself, thus making his own form weaker. Why does Anti want to kill Jack? Because he wants to take over his channel. Why does he want to take over the channel? Because he wants attention.

But why does he want attention in the first place?

This is something I’m not sure anyone has actually covered, at least not that I’ve seen. Anti’s been constantly referred to as a demon, but if he’s part of Jack, then what does that mean? He’s one of Jack’s demons. His internal ones. In my mind, he’s less of an Ego like Markiplier’s, and more of a Side like Thomas Sanders’. He’s the embodiment of Jack’s greediness, his want for more attention and more views. It’s something that definitely helps him, likely motivates him to make sure he gets videos out and stays on schedule, but when left unchecked it does things like make hype over sudden, unexpected merch.

The thing is, Anti feels frustrated. He feels ignored because he tried so hard to make this happen, to build up to his grand finale of actually killing JackSepticEye, and the community ruined it for him by defending Jack, and Chase, and Schneep, and even the Egos he hadn’t even targeted. They made him upset by using the #septicsave tag, which by a large majority was used to separate him from the rest of the egos– from the rest of himself. It was used to make him seem like an outsider, something other, something evil. They wanted to save the others from him, but they stopped caring about Anti himself.

The first time he surged, everyone was focused entirely on him. They drew fanart, made theories, but it was all about him and that’s what he wanted. He wanted to feel heard and feel like he existed because before then he’d never been noticed. Jack had never put him out there to be noticed. He loved it so much he appeared not too soon after, introducing Jack at PAX East. The results were still positive, but not so much so, and he decided he needed to step up his game and go into hiding for a whole lot longer than that.

But when he started back up again, the short burst of hype was filled with people saying things like, ‘he’d better not come back again’ and ‘I hate this’ and ‘just get it over with’. Like people didn’t want him to show up again. Like they didn’t appreciate him. And that’s probably what upset him the most, the fact that we didn’t seem to want him around anymore. The effect was multiplied when people started making assumptions about Chase, bringing him into the equation and shoving Anti further into the ‘bad guy’ role without him doing anything. That’s not what he wanted, he wanted the attention to be on him, not his supposed victims. And because he felt ignored, felt pushed aside and dismissed in favor of the more ‘important’ sides of Jack, he got mad.

In almost all of the pictures Anti posted, even where he’s smiling, he looks pissed. His expression is tight, less of a smile and more of a grimace or snarl. He’s not smiling at all in the other two, glaring into the camera. We made him angry, we didn’t give him the attention he wanted, and so he had no choice but to yell and scream at us, to make us listen. But we didn’t listen, we just yelled back and begged him to ‘post the next video and get it over with’. Not because we wanted to see him again, but because we wanted him to be done and go.

So he did. He never posted the next video. He went back to his Jack facade (or possibly let Jack go) and left us alone, because that’s the only way he’s going to get attention. And he hates it. He hates being excluded like this.

So what do we do about it?

I propose that the next time Anti shows up, if he shows up again, we give an overwhelmingly positive response. Anti is a little messed up in the head, he may be psychopathic or sociopathic to some extent, but that doesn’t mean he’s not looking for our attention, our approval. He’s always watching us, watching us watch him, looking at our reaction to see if he’s doing it right, if he’s doing what we want him to do.

If we give him loving responses, tell him how happy we are to see him again and draw fanart of just him, put the spotlight back on him, maybe he won’t be so upset. Maybe that’s how we apologize for hurting his feelings. For making him mad. We give him what he wants, and maybe he’ll see he’s just as important to us as the other parts of Jack are, and that he doesn’t need to threaten them get our attention. He doesn’t want to be Jack, he doesn’t want to kill Jack. He wants us to love him just like we love Jack. He wants the attention, the love and support Jack has, that Chase and Schneep and Jackieboy Man and Marvin the Magician and even SepticEye Sam have. He’s always treated as a demon or a monster, or some outside virus.

But he’s not. He’s part of Jack. And I think we need to show him that we understand that.

We love you, Anti. Please come back. <3

tl;dr - Anti is a part of Jack, and we need to love and respect him.

Plagiarized fics - asking for help from the 1D fandom

Hi everyone! I’m poking my head in your door from the Haikyuu fandom to ask you guys for help. I have spoken to quite a few people in the One Direction fandom thus far and I have been overwhelmed by their kindness, support, and how fast everyone I talked to acted to help me and my friend get this sorted out.

It came to my and my best friend ellessey-writes’s attention (confusing names, sorry! I’m Esselle) this morning that many of our fics had been stolen by the Tumblr/AO3 user Fruxoo, who has since deleted her accounts.

Here are two screenshots of Fruxoo’s fics, posted in April. The first is a direct copy of my story Hunger, completed last June 2016. The second is the summary from Ellie’s story Tea and Sympathy, posted January of this year. The entire text of every fic Fruxoo stole has been copied almost exactly word for word from our fics, changing only the names and other relevant character info.

I messaged her privately and asked that she post an explanation on Tumblr, as well as replace the text of her stolen works with links to our respective stories, in order to notify any readers who enjoyed these works. Unfortunately, she didn’t respond. Now that she has taken everything down, that’s no longer possible.

It would mean the world to Ellie and I if people would help spread the word about what happened. Last year, between the two of us, we wrote 626,000 words. We poured all our energy and love (and time!) into these stories, and to have someone copy them word for word, lie to people who were kind enough to comment or send asks as if they had thought up the ideas on their own, and interact with other people in the 1D fandom based off of love for OUR writing, is devastating to us both. This was going on for at least 2.5 months.

Besides the two stories listed above, we know As Long As You’re Smiling was actually copied from ellessey-writes​​‘s fic The Chronicles of the Virgin Asahi. We think this is the first fic they grabbed, due to the note on the summary. Here is a masterpost of all Ellie’s works from last year, and a link to her AO3.

They also took my incubus story Dreamless and reposted it as Lilin. This fic was posted as a part of a collab for my close friend’s artwork. reallycorking​​ drew this (VERY NSFW) art as part of a 30 day challenge, and the two of us worked together for a full month on Dreamless. Here is my fic masterpost for last year, and a link to my AO3.

I wanted to share links to the rest of our work because we don’t know how many stories she stole (it seemed like there were around 10 in total). We didn’t even have time to make a note of everything before she removed her accounts. So we don’t know what people read and might want to re-find (if there’s any interest cross-fandom).

Again, the One Direction fandom has been so incredibly supportive (Gina, Ange, phd-mama, Emmi, Lisa and everyone who was so helpful and understanding). Ellie and I started off the morning crushed, and now I have comments in my inbox on the fics that were stolen, and asks on Tumblr showing support, and it’s nearly brought me to tears. Thank you all so much. If anyone who sees this would be kind enough to get the word out there in any way (reblogs, just telling your friends who’ve read these stories, anything!!), we’d be incredibly grateful.

THANK YOU, to everyone who takes the time to read this.

anonymous asked:

Hey Squiggly!! I have really low self-esteem and I feel like I don't improve at all with my art, and that I will never achieve my goal of being an animator for pixar studios or some other studio. Have any suggestions to help me see my art is actually worth something? Love your art btw!! ^^ You inspire me greatly and make me want to not give up!! :>

Sure, I’ve got one: remember one thing.


You know how even people who are drop-dead gorgeous sometimes don’t realize how attractive they are?  It’s because they see their own face in the mirror every day.  Every.  Single.  Day.  To them, that face is ordinary, so it can’t be special.

Of course, they don’t see what everybody else sees.  Their perspective is warped because they genuinely can’t tell any different.

The same thing goes for art.  Why, you see your own drawing style every time you draw!  Of course it’s not gonna look so great to you – you’re used to it, and it never feels fresh!  But that’s not because it ISN’T fresh, it’s because you’re used to it.  Remember that everybody else is going to see your art differently from how you see it, and that you bring something to the table that nobody else can.  Maybe your art isn’t so special to you, but to somebody else, it’s got that je ne sais quoi that they just can’t seem to find in THEIR art.

Now, that being said, if you really feel that you’re stagnating in your art… why?  Ask yourself that question, and seriously consider it.  Are you drawing the same things over and over again?  Are you tending towards the same stylistic choices each time?  Maybe you’re not pushing your poses or expressions enough, or maybe you’re too afraid of failure to try that style of shading you wish you could do.

Once upon a time, I was afraid of going through the sketch stage in my art, because I thought I wouldn’t be able to clean it up from there.  Now I frequently leave my drawings as sketches intentionally!

The point is, if you feel like you’re plateauing, try something new.  Be aware that you’re likely gonna mess it up, but also be aware that failure is the best way to learn something.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Why do you think harry chose pink for his album? I don't think it's because "its rock&roll color" is it? In the french interview he said it MEANS something to him but hmm.... do you have any idea ?

I do have an idea. My answer involves a lot of speculation, so take it with a giant grain of salt. My quotes on the Quotidien interview is taken from this transcript. The video is here.

Stepping back a bit, I do feel conflicted about speculating on a question like this. As the interviewer said, millions of people (including me) dissect Harry’s every tic under a microscope. I don’t think I could be 100% consistent under that kind of scrutiny. Yes, he is a celebrity– and the promotion of his creative work inevitably involves revealing something of his personal life, so that his audience can feel more connected to him. Allowing access to stalkers is part of this strategy– to make him seem reachable, intimate, yet iconic and larger-than-life. They are loathsome and invasive. But they are also useful.

We’ve all been discussing the Harry Styles™ mystique: Harry’s quality of never being completely known or understood, his way of saying nothing while saying something and vice versa, his desire to separate his professional from his private life. This is why audiences are obsessed with whether he “presses the Instagram button with his own finger.” We want to eliminate a layer of uncertainty in the speculation, to know that we’re one circle closer to the real Harry Styles. 

He’s mentioned that Sign of the Times has a personal meaning to him, but explains its meaning in vague, general terms. The lyrics, while seemingly personal and urgent, are not specific to a circumstance. We circle and hover, but never get closer. 

What about Cameron Crowe’s Rolling Stone article, stating in no uncertain terms that the album is “ten songs” about “women and relationships”? Here’s what Harry says

  • I: You said to the Rolling Stone magazine that most of the album was inspired by a woman. Really?
  • H: No I think, honestly, the album is much more about me than it is about anyone else. I think if I said the album is about a woman it kind of feels like, I don’t know, I put a lot of work into this. I don’t feel like it involves around woman. It’s a lot about me and things I’ve never said before. It’s more about me.

It’s not about a woman. His first word is, “No.” Then he softens his statement by redirecting it to himself (personal life), then his hard work (professional life), things he’s never said before (a mixture of the two). In a Harry way, he circles the question back on itself– my music is about both me and my music. It’s a statement about nothing. But in saying that, it answers something– it’s not about women. 

So let’s see what he says about the color pink:

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francesofsuburbia  asked:

Hi Hiller- when I was younger I loved to draw. I'm an adult now and for some reason when I sit down in front of a piece of paper I don't know what to do. What advice do you have for a grown up who forgot how to draw?

Oooh that’s a tricky one. Sitting in front of a blank piece of paper is probably the most intimidating thing and has always been kind of scary for me. I’ve come up with a list of things for you to try to make drawing a bit easier.

A. Work on old paper/materials. End papers from discarded books, craft pads from second hand stores, a notepad from grandma’s junk drawer, a cool piece of wood you find in a dumpster, stuff like that. It takes away the pressure of having to create a perfect thing if the material you’re working on is already flawed or smells weird.

B. Draw a lot. It doesn’t matter if it’s good or bad. Only a small fraction of things I draw end up being shared, maybe every one out of twenty things will be decent. What people don’t see is the heap of not-so-great things I create in the process of making that one thing. If you’re drawing different ideas all the time, and thinking of how to make those ideas better when you’re not drawing, eventually you will get better and the good ideas will come more easily and more frequently.

C. It’s incredibly hard to draw when you are overly prepared to draw. Sitting down with the intent to create a perfect drawing adds a terrible amount of pressure and is the thing that trips so many people up and makes it hard to even start creating in the first place. Draw informally, when you’re watching television or listening to music. Watch a movie and draw a picture of something you hear that would be interesting when taken out of context. Try to not think too much about it. Approach drawing from an angle, not head on, if that makes sense.

D. Finding your subject matter can also be difficult and may be what you’re actually talking about here. A few things influence the content of my drawings:

  1. Inspiration from the world around me. Other artists’ work, books I read, music, conversations I have while waiting to buy groceries, things like this.
  2. My feelings and internal dialogue, what I’m thinking about or am moved by or want to express to others. Daydreams, real dreams, imagined conversations are all good sources for drawing material as they are things that no one else would ever know about unless you expressed them.
  3. My ability as an artist. I am less of an M. C. Escher and more of a David Shrigley. You have to find the right spot on the infinitely wide spectrum of art in which you can create work that you like and you think is good. I like drawing amorphous shapes and faces and fun things, so that is where I’m currently situated. Agnes Martin drew lines and dots and is well known because she was super good at it.

Hopefully, at some point, 1, 2, and 3 will come together and allow you to create something that you consider great or good or even okay will do sometimes.

I think those are four good things to think about. The very beginning is the hardest part when it comes to making art, I wish we could all just skip it. Hopefully this will help you, and maybe others, get started again.

Me regarding love in LWA

So.. anyone remember this? My very succinct review of Episode 10.

Because it is time to talk a bit about this character, Andrew Hanbridge. First things first:

I don’t dislike Andrew

I think he’s a decent character and have gotten better characterization after his first two appearances, but that he was implemented in a bad way and got put in a show where he wasn’t truly needed.

Because that is the thing, Andrew was introduced in the LWA series rather than in the OVAs.

A big appeal of Little Witch Academia’s OVAs for many people (myself included) was the fact that it had an all-girls cast. It is exceedingly rare for an anime to have an all-girls cast and to not be revolving around blatant ‘girly’ themes. Little Witch Academia is not inherently girly, it is just a bunch of teenage girls learning to become witches. By cutting away the boys, the series removed the need to include common teenage girl depiction tropes such as excessive focus on romance, boys, looks etc. Instead the series allows the different girls’ character traits and interests come to the fore.

However, with the introduction of Andrew in the series, Trigger regressed to rely on some of these clichés. In the first episode Andrew appears, all the students go gaga for this stoic, aloof guy solely because he is famous and rumoured to be handsome. So basically all the witch students of Luna Nova (except Lotte, Sucy and Diana) are shown to be gossipy, superficial teenage girls. This portrayal betrays the series earlier depiction of varied and multifaceted girl characters. If a pretty boy is around, then they get reduced to this one-dimensional clichéd stereotype. So the way Andrew was implemented into the series detracts from one of the strong points of the series.

What is Andrew’s role in the series? Reportedly, Trigger wanted him to be Akko’s connection to the ‘muggle’ world, so to speak. But personally, very seldom does he feel like he actually fulfils that purpose.

Instead, it feels like he mostly just behaves like a male ‘Diana’ and made to appear in scenarios where Diana couldn’t perform the same function. Both come from aristocratic families, both are well-spoken and rational-minded, both use careful rational rhetoric to solve problems and both of their character growths’ is because of them continually being amazed and inspired by Akko.

But why? Why would you keep around two characters that are so similar in personality and in character development (at least on paper)?

This is why Andrew being teased as a romantic interest to Akko feels like such a slap in the face to everyone who loved Akko and Diana’s chemistry already back in the OVAs. It makes it seem that Andrew wasn’t introduced despite Diana already existing, but because of it. Like Trigger wanted to cash in on Diana and Akko’s chemistry but turn it into something more ‘acceptable’ for the general audience.

But this is where Trigger confuses the hell out of me. If Andrew is the endgame romantic interest, why isn’t it more clearly established at this point? Why has there been so relatively little time for developing Akko and Andrew together then? Why did Trigger go full speed ahead to develope and show how much Akko and Diana deeply care for eachother rather than with Akko and Andrew instead? Why is there so much focus on and interaction between Akko and Diana in the openings, while Andrew is barely there and doesn’t appear together with Akko?

And to quote from this:

There is only one character holding hands with Akko in the OP. And that character isn’t Andrew.

Because there is one thing that makes me mad, and that is ‘Dianakko’ detractors that refuse to acknowledge Akko and Diana’s deeper connection.

Because the way Akko and Diana have grown so close, despite their differences and initial misunderstandings, shows that there is an unspoken deeper bond between them. Even when they looked down on eachother, they still both show admiration and care for eachother, with neither of them knowing why. There was something that slowly over time drew them closer.

So I must say, as a lesbian, the level of affection displayed by Diana and Akko is to me beyond than ‘just being friends’.

If anyone would carelessly throw themselves into danger to save me like Diana and Akko do for eachother;

if anyone would scream with a desperate worry for me like Diana and Akko do for eachother;

if anyone would keep looking at me with a look full of care and concern like how Akko and Diana look at eachother;

if anyone would tell me to keep trying and chase my dreams, while grabbing my hands and being moved to tears, like how Akko did to Diana;

if anyone would tell me “You continue to astonish me in unexpected ways” while them thinking about every time I’ve amazed and impressed them like Diana did to Akko;

if anyone invited me on a broom like this

or if anyone looked at me like this before replying to my invititation;

if anyone would do such things like these, I would consider them loving me.

However, some people will never accept two girl characters loving each other unless they are being intimately physically affectionate, like kissing eachother. Until they are, it can be handwaved away and be explained that they are just “Gal Pals”, “very good friends” and so on.

If we switched out Diana above for Andrew, so that Akko and Andrew had shared all those interactions, you would definitely see people claiming that they are in love based on those.

This is a double standard that is sadly very real in real life too. Girl-loving girls have to go great lengths for their love to be considered “real” in the eyes of some.

Something that made me feel like I had giant pit in my stomach around the time Episode 10 was released, was how some ‘Ankko’ posts included gifs like these:

What the actual fuck? These moments were somehow considered “sweet Ankko moments” by some fans. One shows Akko being hurt by Andrew, while the other show how Akko very uncomfortably gets forcibly pushed to the wall by a love-drugged Andrew.

Both of these moments made me feel highly uncomfortable and feel genuine distress for Akko in these situations when I watched them. Neither of these abusive moments should be considered sweet or romantic. It is not a good representation of ‘Ankko’ or even Andrew himself alone. And I feel I can’t take any criticism of Dianakko in any serious regard from anyone who did feel these moments were “romantic”.

For me, ‘Dianakko’ is not a case of fanservice, it is a matter of representation.

Either on purpose or by accident, Trigger has managed to write one of the most heartfelt and organic depictions in animation of two girls managing to put aside their vast differences and come to closely understand eachother through what at least I would describe as love. I don’t even ‘need’ A Big Damn Kiss or a dramatic declaration of love. I’d rather want an ending more like the ending of The Legend of Korra, with Akko and Diana leaving together on a broom, to work on a shared future and a shared dream, with room for them growing further closer together and figure out what it means for them. Depictions of girls deeply caring for each other and slowly falling in love are rare outside shows not specifically focusing on girls’ love, thus I feel Diana and Akko are important.

I hope that Trigger soon either finally cements a final pairing and gently lets one part down, or that there will be no confirmed endgame romance. Trigger’s vagueness is just tiring at this point.

So I’m sorry Trigger and Andrew, but I’ve actually had enough of this dude.

The Show must go on

((Okay, so @doodledrawsthings got me interested in hell’s au, and then the subject of mortality came to be. Then @kitkat1003 wrote an amazing fic, and well… this happened)) . . . .

Dear Bendy,

I guess it wouldn’t have been long before Joey and I would kick the bucket. Who would have guessed 70 years in the studio would go by so quickly am I right?

Anyway, I guess this is just a bit of a sendoff before Joey and I take our dirt nap. If by some miracle by God you start getting a sick feeling in your stomache, excessive ink overflow, or wanting to lay in bed for all eternity and contemplate your existence, then just think of this as revenge for trying to drown me in ink on that Thursday those years ago.

So yes, surprise! People die for real here. It’s a damn slow, natural thing we do, a thing we can’t control. No one lasts forever in this world no matter how hard we try to make them last. So you’ll probably think, “Henry! You sicko! Why the hell are you so nonchalant about this?!” I won’t say anything or course, because you know, I’ll be dead.

And besides, you always said that I was a sort of moody guy. I guess you finally rubbed off on me after all these years.
But hey boss, chin up, here comes the better part. We may not last forever, but you, Boris, Alice, everyone else, you guys sure will.

Now you’re probably getting mad at Joey for making you this way right? Even I still think he’s insane for doing what he did, but after this experience I have realized some virtues in his work. Bendy, you’re a legacy. The people of this world know that one day they’re all going to die. Some like me and Joey accept it, but keep on hoping. But there are others who know it, but they’ve given up all hope. They forget how to laugh and enjoy their time here because they don’t see the point.

That’s where you and the gang come in. When Me and Joey drew you, we wanted to make you all into someone everyone would love. You’d make them laugh, cry, even get scared when you try to drown them in a flood of ink and suffering (I’m never letting this go, not over my dead body). Because what you do reminds them that despite it all, life can be fun.

Wipe that ink off your face bucko, you’re only halfway through the sentiment.

This is for Boris. In case you’re still wondering who’s a good boy, well, I’ve got the answer buddy. It was you all along.
Keep swinging that clarinet of yours like there’s no tomorrow, because you never know when someone’s gonna need some cheering up from a certain good boy. (It’s still you, you loveable pup) Don’t worry about us okay buddy? We’ll be fine. Just make sure Bendy doesn’t cause too much trouble alright?

Now for Alice, who knows, maybe you will end up as popular as Bendy some day (I said might Bendy, don’t get all huffy). In the meantime, keep those boys in line as much as you can. They need you more than they think they do. And remember to tell Boris to turn off the system after recording, no one likes hearing Wally singing “Dancin’ Queen” acapella.

And finally, we’d like to thank you all for bieng our crew. Thank you for the laughs, the pick-me-ups, the random dances, the naggy critics, even the times you tried to drown us in ink. But most importantly, thank you for bieng our legacy. You made our dreams come true, now go on and make everyone else’s do the same.

Goodbye, kiddo.

Your creators and friends,

Joey and Henry.

I was going to make something really nice for your birthday, @markiplier, and I spent hours working- working on a drawing of your face, and then one of Chica, and then I tried one in an Animal Crossing style for some reason, and then at one point I think I had a Darkiplier phase- but everything just looked horrible.

Then I panicked and drew a pigeon. 

Sorry Mark.

I hope you like the pigeon anyway. His name is Henry. 

When I Lost You - Part IV - Jaehyun x Reader - Fuckboy HighSchool!AU

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV

This is from Y/N’s POV. So! A lot of people seem to enjoy this heavily angsty series for some reason, and I really wanted to thank you so much for all the continuous love and support you give this writing <3

Word Count: 1765

Trigger Warnings: Offensive Language

Genre: Fuckboy HighSchool!AU, Angst

Dedicated to [and requested by]: @taeyongbelviso , I hope you’re enjoying your vacation, sweetie <3

You had finally finished the group assignment that was due your already most hated class, and you thought that this project would be a good start to boost your marks up.

All of that, and it was just the first week of senior year. This was really no joke.

Submitting it last night via email, you had gotten the first proper amount of rest since the year had started, finally feeling like you could breathe.

On the plus side, it was now a Friday, and that meant that after this one day at school, you could enjoy your well awaited weekend and do nothing as you relaxed.

The alarm went off but you had been awake for a few minutes, relishing the little time left before you had to drag yourself out of bed.

Up you got, trudging to the bathroom and refreshing yourself until you looked and felt like a human being.

You changed into more school-appropriate clothes and grabbed your backpack, heading downstairs and bidding your mother a good morning as you grabbed your lunch money off the kitchen counter and headed out the door.

You plugged your earphones in, playing a soft but upbeat song in hopes of enjoying your uplifted mood, and it seemed to be such a nice day.

It was warm out, the sun shining and a gentle breeze rustling the still-green leaves of the trees which marked the sidewalks that sandwiched the road.

A few people rode their bikes and sped ahead of you, the wind caused by the motion making you smile a little as you realized how soothing walking could be.

It was such a beautiful Friday, and the weekend was so close.

The weather was perfect, and you had no assignments due.

It was the perfect day, and you just knew that nothing could ruin it.

You walked through the main entrance to your high school, greeting a few people as you made your way to your locker.

One earbud still blasting music into your ear while the other dangled freely, you lightly hummed to yourself as you entered your locker combination to get the books you needed for your first and second period classes.

And then you saw it.

First thing in your locker, fallen over your stacked pile of books, was a paper.

Your eyebrows furrowed, a little confused as you removed the remaining earbud and paused the music.

You reached for the paper and opened it to read the contents, making sure it wasn’t visible to anybody who might have been passing by.

It was an acceptance letter from an entertainment company, congratulating Jung Yoonoh for making the cut because of his talent and song choice.

You found the name of the song in the second paragraph of the letter as they explained how emotionally well conveyed the judges had thought it had been, and your blood pressure sky-rocketted as your temper flared.

The song was yours, and the seemingly perfect day had just turned completely sour.

A million things went through your mind at once.

Like the fact that you wanted to just pull at your hair and slam your head against your locker.

Or to throw the paper into the trash. Maybe even burning it first.

Or maybe confronting him in front of the entire cafeteria and yelling at him like a crazed banshee.

Or trashing his locker and his desk in homeroom.

But then you took in a large, calming breath, and you settled for the option that you knew would make his blood boil.

How dare he? 

How dare he just slip this into your locker after a year and a half of treating you like you never existed and use the song you’d worked so hard to write for him for the audition he said he wouldn’t have?

After treating you like a nobody? After everything he had said that day in this very same hall where you now stood?

You grabbed the books you needed and shoved them into your backpack, and then you took out a black ink pen and folded the paper back into the shape you had first seen it in when you had opened your locker.

You scribbled down three little words in the most calm manner, making it painfully obvious that you had written it in the most calm and collected manner.

You knew where his locker was; everybody in this damned high school did.

So you walked there slowly, careful to make sure he didn’t see you, and you found him waiting there, anxiously leaning against it and scanning the crowd.

You already knew who he was looking out for, but you couldn’t confront him. Not just yet.

You kept your head down as you walked past him, smushed between the students in the hallway as you made your way to class, thankful you shared none of them with him this year. 

But he was looking for you.

Whenever you left a class, you could see him outside in the hallways, his frown deep-set and his eyes worried as he looked around, and you avoided him like the plague.

When lunch started, you had asked one of your friends to get you some food from the cafeteria as you headed up to spend your break on the roof.

Your friends were confused as to why you would do that, but you told them that you had had to make an important phone call when nobody was around, and that that was why you had ran ahead.

Because you couldn’t just explain what was going on. How would you?

It was midway through lunch when one of your friends brought him up, and you had to summon all the willpower you could in order not to cringe at the mention of his name.

“Did you see Jaehyun playing for the team last year? They said they were going to make him captain when training starts up in a few weeks,” he had started.

“Oh, yeah, I heard. But didn’t you hear about his reputation? A lot of people said he fooled around with a lot of girls and guys. Some of them exaggerated the events, but they were put in place immediately,” another one smirked.

“I wonder what it would be like to kiss him,” one of the people in your group said, twirling her hair.

“Hey if it’s true that he doesn’t mind being with guys, I want a go, too. You’re not the only one who wants to kiss him,” another guy shot back.

You wanted to be anywhere except here.

Of course everybody wanted a go at kissing him. How couldn’t they?

You yourself knew how hard it was to have to restrain yourself when you were around him.

Those times that you had spent holed up in your rooms together, binging on shows or playing video games or just sitting in your pillow forts while it rained outside. 

It might have only been a year and a half, but it had affected you way more than you wanted to admit.

Losing Yoonoh had almost destroyed you. Those words he had said to you when he refused your work in the hallway still burned when you recalled them. How couldn’t they?

How could your heart not break and your soul not cry over the boy you had slowly fallen in love with?

You had zoned out, and the friend seated the closest to you poked your arm, bringing you back to reality.

“Hey, Y/N, you okay?”

“Hmm?” you had replied. Everyone’s eyes were trained on you.

“Yeah, it’s just that the phone call was kind of important and I’m a little anxious about the situation, but it’ll all turn out okay,” you lied smoothly, giving a reassuring smile as you drew your attention back to your lunch.

“Hey, if anyone bothers you, we’ll kick their asses for you. You know that, right?” 

You laughed and nodded, all of them joining in and changing the topic soon afterwards.

Remembering your times with him made you miss him all over again. As if the nightmares weren’t enough to rehash the pain of that day.

You had cried so much that you’d fainted back then, and then your longing turned into bitterness once more. 

You weren’t letting him just get away with it after everything you had gone through for months on end after that confrontation between the two of you had happened.

The rest of the day went by in a daze, and you almost left school grounds before slipping back the paper he had stuffed into your locker.

He hadn’t gotten there yet, so you hurriedly slid the paper through the crack in his locker and walked away as fast as you could.

Right before the exit, you hid yourself in the corner behind one of the walls that irregularly jutted into the hallway, curiously peeking to see if he had appeared.

Your heart was beating violently, and your eyes landed on him just as he entered his combination and popped the locker open.

You could see the excitement flood his body as he must have recognized the paper, and he speedily snatched it up, finally registering the note that you had scribbled onto the back.

But you didn’t want to see his reaction. You didn’t want to know whether it pissed him off or made him yell or cry or maybe even all of those simultaneously.

You ran out before you could properly think about what was happening, your pulse thumping dangerously as you sprinted away from the very hallway that had left your heart in pieces.

You stopped when you were out of breath, a few stores down from the same ice cream shop you two used to hang out at. You still visited it at least once a week, pathetically ordering his favorite flavor every time.

You walked in and the cashier recognized you immediately, asking you if you’d like the usual.

You nodded lightly, barely listening as the only words that blared through your mind were the three that you had written and now regretted with every part of your body and soul.

Good for you.

You waited in front of the man awkwardly, paying for your ice cream and grabbing your order as you went to sit at the table in the corner to shield yourself from the world and be cocooned in your own.

The words only repeated in your head.

Your ice cream sat there melting, left untouched.

And your tears silently fell as your heart broke over the same boy yet again.

Overprotective Prince Ben

A/N: i don’t do smut, so don’t ask || enjoy ♥

Fandom: Disney Descendants

Boy: Prince Ben

Word Count: 1,636

Warning(s): Fluff

“Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?”

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The King’s Mate Chap. 1

This was the a/b/o stony!verse thing I was talking about! Originally, it was supposed to be a one-shot but as you can see, this is the first chapter. Yeah, this idea has gone waaaay out there. But we’ll see if it continues or not! 

A big and special thanks to the wonderful @tari-aldarion who is my partner in crime (sin). She was beta-ed it and basically made it flawless, she is amazing!

Okay, so…onward!

At the tender age of fifteen, Steve found himself ruling the kingdom after his father’s death. It was a lot to place on a young teen’s shoulders but nothing else could be done. He had no older siblings to take the position and there were relatives that he knew about. The stress would have been too much on his ill mother’s shoulders. 

He was the only choice.

The day of his coronation remained vivid in his memories. The weight of the crown being placed onto his head, the crown of a king. The feeling of his heart pounding against his chest, loud and thumping. The sweat on his palms as he gripped the arms of the throne, being watched by all of his subjects. The droning voice of the Regent that spoke of victory and glory before the hall descended into screaming cheers and thundering claps.

He remembered the feeling of dread that settled in the pit of his stomach.

He remembered a chilling sensation that raced down his spine.

Steve was scared, frightened that he wouldn’t be as good as his father.

He worried about disappointing his people.

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******Please BOOST******

After a day or two of not sleeping, vomiting, and crying, I have come to a conclusion. I will no longer shed another tear over this. I am holding my head high. A fire has been lit in me. I woke up and drew this morning. This was the outcome. So:

For anyone who as ever doubted me, for anyone who has tried to discredit me, to anyone that has ever been bullied online, to any artist that as been mistreated or slandered, to everyone on Tumblr. Let it be known that I AM an artist. That I DO NOT trace artwork done by others. I have used poses from other work before and for that I am sorry. Going forward I will no longer do that, however I have NEVER stolen anything from anyone. I have never cheated anyone. I am a human being. I am not perfect. No one is. No one is so perfect that they can cast judgment on another human being that THEY DON’T know. Here is a step by step process of a piece that I was inspired to do from the recent events that have transpired here. This will be my final post on this site, but it will NOT be my final artwork.

That being said, here is what I do:

I have an app called magic poser that allows you to pose 3D models just as you would a wooden art doll. I have 2 drawing apps that I use. Procreate is what I normally use to sketch out drawings in pencil and Adobe Draw is the app I’ve used recently to ink my drawings and color them. So in some form, yes I trace, but it’s my own work. Every artist big and small, digital or classic pencil and paper does this. It’s no secret. I use adobe draw because I love the bright colors it provides me and the lines are crisper.

Above you see this process.

This is a stand against individuals that want to stop artists from sharing their work with the world. This is stand against cyber bullying, this is a stand against slander and lies. This is for any aspiring artist out there that is being told they aren’t good enough or that they aren’t truly drawing “100%” their work. When you draw fan art of a character from an anime or video game etc, are you a thief because you’re drawing a character that doesn’t belong to you? I mean where do we draw the line? Would that make everyone an “art thief”?
No. It doesn’t. If someone used a pose from something I did, as long as it was a different character and it was done in their style, I would feel honored that I inspired someone. I know I don’t speak for everyone. Going forward, I will not do this anymore. Just to stop any confusion or situations like this ever happening again. And finally… to the fake @prompto-loco page:

If this does not convince you then I’m sorry. I am wasting no more energy on you or that page. It has proved nothing. Will prove nothing. The only thing you accomplished was opening my eyes to so many people that support me that I didn’t even know. I gained followers, patrons, and have had an outpouring of love and support that I could have never imagined. So I thank you, from the bottom of my heart for doing this for me. You inspired me and lit a fire in me that I haven’t felt in a while. I’m about to do some amazing things. Please enjoy the URL. I hope it makes you feel some since of accomplishment. I’m sorry that you wasted so much time and energy trying to hurt me, but it did the opposite. I won’t stop drawing, and I will continue to push forward. Just a warning, you violated the terms of Tumblr. You took drawings that I did and vandalized them while trying to prove your point. They have been notified and are in the process of handling you. If they don’t, that’s fine. Keep the page. It’s no skin off my nose.

This is my final post on tumblr. I love you all and I thank you so much for your support. If you enjoy my art, I am on other social media platforms. You can find me there. You are going to see some truly amazing things from me. Just you wait! Much love to all of you. Remember, use your energy for good. Use your time for positivity and lifting others. Not trying to tear them down. There’s enough bad in the world. Be good.

And to my Artists out there, don’t ever let anyone try to rain on your parade.


The REAL Prompto-Loco.

lovelifelyrics2  asked:

Hey I've read both of your Jughead leaving when Betty was pregnant fics and I don't know if you were planning on writing more but I would love it if you did. I think they're awesome and would love to read more!!

Sure! ThNks so much! Part 2:https://bughead4days.tumblr.com/post/160936781806/hi-this-may-sounds-weird-but-i-just-read-your-fic !

Betty stared at her reflection in the mirror, tugging on the soft white, strapless dress and playing with her silky blonde curls. Pregnancy had been good to Betty, her skin was smoother than ever and her hair was down to her back. She thanked god for the fact that she was able to lose the baby weight so fast, she was lucky, she knew that and she had her amazing son to thank for it. Another one of the amazing things he brought into her life.

“You look amazing. Stop messing with your hair. he’s gonna regret the day he walked out of that door.” Veronica came to stand behind Betty, placing her hands on her shoulders and resting her chin close to her face. Relaxing into her best friends embrace she sighed, her fingers smoothing down the dress.

“I feel like I’m back in highschool all over again, like I’m going to meet him for our Friday night dates at Pops.” Betty sighed miserably. “I don’t even know why I’m putting any effort into this, he left once, he’s just gonna leave again.”

Veronica shook her head
“Not this time B, I swear to god if he leaves you and Hunter I will personally have daddy track down the son of a ….” she trailed off at the sound of little feet scampering into the bedroom and crawling onto the bed. Hunter crossed his legs and sat comfortably, holding his stuffed white sheepdog and looking in awe at his mother.

“Look pretty mama.” He reached a chubby little hand out, still clutching the dog. Betty walked towards him and kissed his open palm before kissing the dingy white toy.

“What does hotdog think? Am I the cats meow?” Betty wiggled her eyebrows and spun around, putting on a show for her little man.

Hunter clapped his hands and barked, giggling and grinning.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Nerves forgotten for the time being as she took comfort in her favorite boys laughter.

“I hate to break up the fashion show, but it’s quarter to six. You might wanna get going.” Veronica shrugged carelessly “or you can skip it, forget he ever came here and order takeout.” She grinned wickedly.

Alice Cooper walked through the door at that exact moment and instantly began cooing at the two year old clutched in Betty’s arms

“Go on Elizabeth, destiny waits.” She plucked Hunter from Betty and headed for the kitchen.

Rolling her eyes, Betty grabbed her purse and walked through the front door, waving at Verona and driving off in her mini van (it was much cooler than a mom van and she used it to deliver flowers, Thankyou very much)

She arrived at Pops in no time at all, instantly heading for the door, if she stopped to think she would turn right back around.

It was almost too much to handle, there he was tucked in his regular booth, sleeves of his denim jacket rolled up and a familiar slump to his posture, his eyes lit up when she walked in and she remembered a familiar sight three years ago on prom night.

Shaking her shoulders she slid into the booth across from him
“Hello.” She tried to come off as uninterested but the way he was staring at her made her breathing slow and her heart race.

“Hey bets.” His voice was cautious and shaky as he slid the vanilla milkshake towards her.

Betty looked down at the drink and sighed, here goes nothing.

Finally getting to look at her fully, She looked like the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, her bright green eyes were something he had never forgotten, but to see them again in person was almost surreal, his eyes lingered on her honey blonde hair, it was longer now and he physically had to grip the table to keep from running his fingers through it. Finally his eyes dipped lower, taking in all of her new curves, he remembered a time where he knew her body like the back of his hand but now.. now there were new dips and lines and deliciously soft skin, the familiar scent of vanilla and peaches invaded his senses and his eyes nearly rolled back. She was everything he remembered and so much more.

“You wanted to talk?” The sugar sweet voice broke him out of his thoughts and he drew his eyes back up to hers.

He nodded, taking a shallow breath before he began

“We had plans, you and I, we were going to go New York, become a journalistic duo, move in together, be a family.” He glanced up, his eyes catching the watery ones of Betty’s

“You don’t have to remind me Jughead, I know exactly what our plans were.” Her voice was small and she cursed herself for letting him get to her.

“Just listen, please. We had these plans and they were everything I could have wanted, hell you could have told me you wanted to join a cult in Utah and I would have gone along, because you would have been there. All I wanted was you.” He cleared his throat, willing the emotion to stay back until after he was done.

“But you left me. I was all you wanted and you left me.” There was a bitterness to her voice now and Jughead shook his head

“I didn’t want to leave, I did everything I could but it was too late. He found out, he found out about our plans, about us. and he made me go.i never would have left you and then.. you were pregnant.. you were all alone and I was gone..” he mumbled the last part.. the guilt was pushing down on his chest and he found it hard to breathe, his teeth ground into themselves and his knuckles turned white when suddenly he felt a warm hand cover his own.

“Who made you leave? Who found out?” Betty’s soft voice tore him from his internal fight and he finally caught her eyes

“Your dad Betty. Hal found out.”

Betty ripped her hand from his, putting it to her own heart
“My dad? What.. what do you mean?”

Jughead reached for her again, before dropping in on the table and continuing

“He found out that we were leaving together, he threatened my fathers job, he threatened to frame me for robbery, he was going to get me locked up, but still I didn’t care, I was going to fight it but then.. he told he would send you away, send you to the place they sent Polly, I didn’t know what he meant, I didn’t know what he was talking about but now I do.. he must have found out you were pregnant, he was going to send you to the sisters.. even though I didn’t know, I believed him, I thought if I left it would be better for everyone. I left the night he came to talk to me and I didn’t look back, god I wanted too, but if I looked back… I would have come running right back to you.”

Tears were streaming down both of their faces now and Betty gasped slightly, taking a shuddery breath and whispering

“You could have come to me, we could have fought this together, you know I would have been by your side. I would never leave you, no matter what. I know you think you were doing what was best for me but I was alone. I had no one. Until Hunter, he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me and.. I feel bad for you… I feel bad that you missed him growing up, you would have been a great father.” She looked away, her arms coming to protect herself as she hid inside herself

“I’m here now. I know it’s not the same and I know it’s nowhere near enough but I’m here.” Jughead begged desperately, tears falling in heavy drops onto the metal diner table “I can be his father, I can be there for him, I can be there for you. Betty… I love you, I never stopped and I never will.” He gripped her hands, pulling her eyes towards his.

Feeling her resolve weakening she whimpered

“I meant what I said about us not needing you.” She said lamely

Jughead nodded
“I know that, but.. I need you. I need you and I need my son. Please Betty.. let me be here.”

Looking deep into the stormy blue eyes she had grown so familiar with throughout her childhood, she opened her mouth to speak.

Archie, Veronica and Kevin arrived at their booth at that exact moment, and the bubble they had been in popped, Betty pulling her hands free as Kevin slid in beside her.

Jughead was still staring intently at her, waiting an answer. Giving him a quick glance she let him know, this wasn’t over.

It would never be over.


Hey anon, I’m like. SUPER fond of this crossover ok?? I actually drew it a little already! It’s actually BECAUSE of a Mob Psychonauts crossover that I discovered Psychonauts! If I never reblogged that art way back when, and if Xi didn’t explain it more to me, I would have probably never played this wonderful game! ;v; 

That crossover was a “what if Psychonauts came to Mob’s world”, which I do love, but I wanted to try it in the opposite direction here :’D I tried real hard not to draw stuff for it coz HECK I HAVE ALOT OF AUS BUT here are some short dumb comics and my attempt at Black Velvetopia! Raz and Mob ;7;


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anonymous asked:

I don't know if you've already done this (feel free to ignore it if you have!) But could I maybe ask for the rfa members (+ v and saeran maybe?) reacting to mc stealing and walking around in an item of their clothing? I love your blog btw!

Thank youuuu!

~This is a cute ask, here ya go! 


  • After much waiting, this kid FINALLY asks you to stay overnight
  • You were sitting and watching him play LOLOL with his guild, getting close to leaving for the night
  • He noticed you looking at your phone which meant it was time to go
    • “MC, w-why don’t you just sleep here? I can make you an omelette in the morning!”
  • You could hear the ‘hallelujah’ chorus in the distance as you agreed
  • He promised to be off soon, they were going to fight this rare monster
  •  But you didn’t exactly prepare for this
  • You had no PJs!
  • While he was glued to the screen you decided to raid his closet
  • He wouldn’t mind, right?
  • You found a green LOLOL shirt that seemed just big enough for you to sleep comfortably in
    • “This nerd…god I love him,” you laughed to yourself as you held it up to inspect it
  • You could still hear him screaming into the chat mic from the other room as you changed into it
  • Walked back into the living room to see how the game was going
    • “Superman Yoosung! How are you doing?!”
    • “MC! I’m sorry I can’t talk right now, we are right in the middle of-”
  • He had to double take
    • “ImsorryguysimloggingoutBYE”
  • Throws his headset, ignoring the screaming on the other end
  • His cheeks were so flush!
  • You’ve never seen him move so fast
  • Snatched you up and kissed you super hard


  • Does this guy own anything other than striped freaking shirts
  • You were thumbing through his closet for something to wear
  • Bored of your own clothes, you wanted to wear something of his
  • Hidden in the very back of his closet
  • A black shirt with Elizabeth 3rd’s photo printed on it
  • O M G !!!
  • Could anyone blame you for snatching it off of the hanger and throwing it on?
  • You looked so cute wearing nothing but the Elizabeth shirt
  • When you greeted Jumin at the door…
  • Holding Elizabeth (who was super content) in your arms
  • It was the first time you had seen him flustered
  • Literally couldn’t speak??
    • Oh no she found the shirt!
      • OH NO she’s wearing it and looks so cute!!!!!…
  • In a split second is telling the body guards to give you privacy, ordering everyone out of the penthouse for 3 hours
    • “MC…I’m going to punish you for snooping through my things…”


  • One of your favorite things in the world was teasing this guy
  • Poor Zen
  • So when you found this tight leather shirt in his closet of course the first thing you did was put it on to greet him when he came back from the gym
  • It must have been from one of his musicals or something, lost and forgotten in his closet
  • You were giddy as you waited for him to arrive 
  • When he finally walked through the door, sweaty, towel around his neck…
    • “MC, I’m hoooome!” He called before noticing you in the kitchen entryway
    • “Zen! I’ve been waiting…” you  smirked.
  • //Dead
  • K.O.
  • Can I type this any more?? ((((no))))
  • You’ve unleashed
  • T H E  B E A S T
  • He throws his water bottle and towel to the side
  • You’re not going to sleep much tonight


  • It was a super hard day at the coffee shop for her
  • Poor girl was drained
  • She found herself walking into a dark apartment 
  • You bumped into her while getting a glass of water
    • “Oh Jaehee…you’re home”
    • “Yes. I’m so exh- MC? Is this my shirt?”
  • When her eyes adjusted to the dark she noticed it
  • You put it on to go to bed
    • “Um yeah. You work so late sometimes…and it smells like you”
  • All of her stress washed away and she blushed
  • She kissed the top of your head
    • “Let’s get some rest, MC.”


  • You were cooking a late night meal for you both
  • Wearing nothing but his big sweater
  • He had been glued to his desk all day and you knew the best way to get him to eat was if you cooked it for him
  • The smell of the food drew him out to the kitchen
  • Critical hit ! to his heart when he saw you
  • You were so focused you hadn’t even noticed him until he was tugging at the sweater
    • “Heyyy, this is mine,” he pointed out
    • “So?”
    • “So give it back,” he pulled at it.
    • “No! Get outta here you’re bothering me,” you smacked his hands away.
    • “Not without my sweater!”
  • Was tickling you and pulling it up, trying to get to the zipper
  • You hit him with a spatula several times
  • Ended up running from him and he chased you throughout the apartment
  • Tackles you on the couch
  • He gets his sweater >.>
  • You were interrupted by the smell of burning food
    • “Oh shit, dinner!” You jumped up.
    • “Eh, don’t worry about it MC. I’ll order some takeout. Now, where were we…”


  • You were wearing one of his V necks as a nightie
  • This boy had the most comfy clothes omg the quality
  • He was waiting on the couch as you brewed tea
  • Snuggled up next to him after bringing a cup for you both
    • “Thank you, darling,” he smiled.
  • Immediately spits out his tea when he feels what you’re wearing
    • “I hope it’s okay, V. Your clothes are just so comfy!”
  • He was speechless for a moment but let his hands do the talking for him
    • “It’s more than okay, MC”
  • He pulled you in for a kiss then showed you just how much he liked it


  • It was dinner and movie night!
  • Saeran was groaning at you from the living room, telling you to hurry up or you’d be late for your reservation
  • But all of your clothes were dirtyyyy T_T
  • Damn you had both really been slacking on the chores lately
  • Frantic, you grabbed one of his red shirts
  • He won’t mind, right?
  • It went okay with your jeans anyway
  • You shrugged, rushing to meet him by the door
    • “Ready to go?” You panted.
  • He was stiff still staring at you
    • “Umm…earth to Saeran? HellooOOO-!”
  • He tossed you over his shoulder without warning and was carrying you back down the hallway
    • “What are you doing?! We’re going to be late!” you yelled.
  • He closed the bedroom door behind you with his foot and tossed you on the bed
Seek, and You Shall Find: Chapter 8


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“His name was Frank…”

“Frank.” Jamie tested the man’s name, weighing the worthiness of it. It was a fine name, but too English in his opinion.

Well… Claire was an Englishwoman after all…

“Yes. After my parents died, I moved to my Uncle’s estate outside Edinburgh. Frank’s family owned the neighboring property.”

“And that’s how the two of ye met?”

Claire hummed in assent. “We were the same age. We were both a bit lonely, I suppose. He was the youngest of four brothers. And I had no siblings to speak of. So, we just… we gravitated towards each other.”

Jamie couldn’t help the jealousy that rose within him, an ugly beast that pounded on the walls of his chest. He shouldn’t have felt this way; he had no claim on the woman. And, yet…

“Anyway, we married, lived a comfortable life. He was a tutor. I was a healer.”

“Is that what ye use those plants for? I didna ken that…”

She blushed a bit, just a light pink coloring her cheeks. “Oh, um, yes. It’s a bit of a… passion of mine, if you will.”

“Ye know, we need a new healer here at the castle. Perhaps ye could speak to Colum about that.”

“Perhaps…” But she didn’t seem convinced.

“Hmmm. I’m sorry, though. I interrupted ye.”

“Oh. No, it’s alright. I… um…” Her chin dropped to her chest. She watched as her fingers deftly pleated her skirt. And a small, shimmery droplet caressed her cheek.

Though Jamie’s mind was a bit dumbfounded, his body reacted immediately. Grabbing her around the waist, he pulled her closer to him on the rock until she was secured at his side.

“Shhh. It’s alright, Claire. If ye dinna wish to speak anymore…”

“No!” Her tone was defiant, almost angry. “No, someone needs to know the truth. Others think they know, but they don't…”

Jamie waited silently for her to continue. If that’s what she wished.

“I went into town one day this past winter. To get medicinals and such. I tried to get back home, but… the snow. It was too heavy, too thick. I had to stay at an inn.”

He felt her body expand and contract next to him, breathing deeply. Preparing herself.

“When I returned home the next day… Frank… he… he was just on the floor. Just lying there. He… he died in the night. I didn’t even get to… get to say goodbye.”

He felt nothing but sympathy for Claire. Death was never easy for the living. “I’m so sorry. To lose such… such love. To have found a true, passionate love, and have it all disappear. It must have been… I dinna ken….”

She smiled then. A small smile, but a touch of humor gleamed in her eyes. “I think you misunderstand. When I tell you I loved Frank, I mean… I loved him as my own blood. A brother, of sorts. There was no… romantic feelings. For either of us.”

Jamie felt the confusion evident on his face. “Was your marriage arranged, then?”

“No, no. Our marriage was one of… protection.” When he didn’t respond, she continued. “I’ve had an affinity for healing, plants, nature… for as long as I can remember. As a girl, it was not a huge problem. Just a girl playing. By as I grew older, grew past the prime marriage age, people talked. For, surely, I was a witch.

“People in the countryside can be a bit closed-minded. So, we married. Because, don’t you know,” she drew sarcastically. “That a man steals a witch’s powers away?”

“What about Frank? Did he no have any other lassies that caught his eye?”

Claire tilted her head from side to side. Jamie could see her thinking, choosing her words carefully. “Um, no. Frank has–had– a certain… preference for those he… entertained.” She saw his bewilderment. She smiled wryly. “Lassies were not a part of that…”

Astonishment. “He preferred the company of other men?”

Claire scoffed. “Indeed. So, we protected each other. I kept him from prison, he kept me from the pyre. Because that’s what friends do… they protect each other.”

“Why are ye telling me all of this? I mean, I ken I told ye that ye could, but… this is more than I was expecting.”

He felt her shrug. “I guess I trust you.”

“Weel, that’s good. So… ye’ve never been in love?” He must have become possessed. By an angel or demon, he wasn’t sure yet.

But, she turned to him, eyes wide and melting. “I… I don’t know.”

He bent down, confidence surging through him, and pressed his lips gently to hers.

She molded to him, mouth wide and pliable. She didn’t pull away, didn’t shimmy out of his grasp.

When they finally pulled away, Claire spoke first. “Did that kiss mean anything?”

She was teasing him again.

“Aye.” He smiled, and bent down to continue. But she stopped him.

“Wait. There… there’s something else I need to tell you. I… I need to be completely honest with you.”

Jamie’s forehead crinkled. “Okay…”

“Frank… he… I… Frank’s full name is Frank Randall.”


“Yes. Exactly what you’re thinking. Jonathan was his brother.”

“He arrested his brother’s wife? Beat his brother’s wife?” He was angry. Red and hate filled.

“He never liked me much. I was never good enough for Frank. And when Frank died… Well, he… he blamed me. That’s how it all happened when you found me. Arrested me for murder. I… I should have told you sooner. I should have–”

But Jamie silenced her with his lips.

He grinned wryly. “Dinna fash, Sassenach. The Redcoats say I killed a man too.” She cocked an eyebrow. “It’s no true, though. After I was flogged–”

“You were flogged?!”

“Aye. They flogged me twice. For obstruction and theft. A few friends helped me escape prison. I could barely hold on to a horse, let alone fire a pistol to kill a man.”



“That’s… that’s just awful!”

“Dinna fash too much. It does no pain me anymore.”

He watched as Claire’s eyebrows creased. Many emotions flitted across her face. Concern was the most prevalent. “Did… did Jonathan flog you? Is that what you meant when we first met? That you knowing him was a ‘long story’?”

“Aye. Though, I suppose it isna so long now that I tell it. What are ye doing?!”

As he spoke. Claire began loosening her fichu, exposing the long column of her neck and chest. Though Jamie wasn’t particularly angry about it, he didn’t appreciate the temptation in front of him.

“Another thing we have in common. He… Well, he didn’t flog me. He whipped me. With his riding crop.”

She turned away from him, showing her newly exposed upper back. Though far less gruesome and quite a bit smaller, her scars were evident in the sunlight. Thin and silvery, like a spider’s web. Barely visible against her pale skin, but there they were, hardly raised from the skin.

Jamie felt his features twist in disgust. Not at the scars themselves, but the reason they were there.

“I never understood why he hated me so. Especially on the ride to Wentworth… I didn’t understood why he did those things to me. I was a prisoner, not a dog. I was to be killed anyway. Was that not enough? But…” She sighed heavily, tucking her fichu back into her bodice. “Perhaps I know now. Jonathan was… sick. A sickness that cannot be cured. A sickness in the brain.”

“Nay doubt about that, Claire.”

“Well,” she sighed. “Aren’t we a pair?”

Coffee Cups (SHAWN MENDES)

word count: 1,021

1/? (maybe)



The coffee shop on the corner of 40th and Lexington was a quiet scene compared to the world just beyond the window pane. I sipped my favorite drink on a chilly autumn day, watching the commotion of the streets stir and jump like the buzzing noise of a cluster of bees.  

A new journal sat on the table in front of me, opened and awaiting a pen to greet its fresh pages. Despite excitedly stepping out the door with the intention to sketch in the gift from my ex-boyfriend (he liked me precise and delicate, I was ready to draw hard and messy), I no longer had the urge to tear up the pages one by one or throw the book in a fire. Instead, I set down the coffee cup, accepted the cool pen in my warm hands, and drew peacefully. The curves and bends of it all felt so natural to me, like waves curling back and forth.  
After months of being restricted to fit the mold of the perfect mistress for my toxic ex-lover, I could press on without worry of disappointing him. Maybe it was the realization that I could do better, that I deserved better, but I felt at ease.

This was New York, after all, and there were thousands of people coming and going all the time, most often without realization of the two. If a greedy, self-invested man like my ex could find someone as wholly devoted to love as myself, I could surely do the same.  

I smiled in a newfound self-righteousness, checking over my work. A fire, though made out of black ink, glowing and circling like a raging whirlpool. I closed the cover of the journal and shoved it in my purse, stepping out the door of the coffee shop and into the new world that normally would consume me, but today, I devoured it.



She was beautiful. This girl, sitting in the booth across from me. Her eyes were locked outside the window, observing what exactly I could not determine. The streets outside seem to loud for her, or quite possibly, she was too loud for them.

As a photographer, my whole job is determined on finding beauty in even the ugliest of things, but with this girl it is far too easy. She’s a collection of all kinds of pretty, almost unreal. I watch her rest her head on her hand, peering out the window at the bustle of the city. It’s hard not to look at her. Grabbing my camera out of my leather bag, I snap a picture without her knowing. I stare at the photo, as if trying to memorize each line of her face and curve of her body. Everything about her consumes me.

Again I look up at this girl, lost in her beauty. She’s now drawing in her book and there’s a smile on her face that reveals a side to her I would like to get to know better; fearless, impure of heart. It tempts me nearer and I want to reach out to her. However before I do, I press down on the camera one more time to catch the moment in a photo. She looks like she’s concentrating very hard, using every ounce in her to let go of the idea bubbling in her head. I bet her work is stellar.

Just as I can’t take it any longer and get up out of my seat, she’s gone. I run out the door, my boots clanking on the concrete, but I can’t see her face. No—I see it everywhere. Every passerby has her eyes and nose and lips that curl into a menacing grin that holds something I want to see alone with her. All I remember is that smile on her face. I want to know her favorite songs and what was going on in that head of hers to make her smile like that.

Then it hits me, I don’t even know her name. My heart sinks in my chest and I want to run to her, but where is she? That perfect girl, someone I’d been wholly devoted to finding since I moved to New York, was right in front of me and I missed my chance.



Where am I headed? No idea. The street signs pass by me one by one and I feel incredible. There’s blood and embers pulsing in my veins, each step I take leaves a footprint of lava in the molten concrete.  Throwing my empty coffee cup into a trash can, I realize how free I am in this city that is so very alive.

What I seek in a love is out there, right now.  Someone I deserve and equally deserves me is alive and their heart is beating in a rhythm, maybe as rapid as mine is in this moment.  I will find him.



I will find her.  I must find her.  I need to know her name at least.

Running my hands through my hair, I guess as to which way she went, hoping my luck hasn’t run out quite yet.  I imagine a lot of it was used just to witness her.

My heart is beating in my chest so fast my feet can’t keep up with it.  I see her face in everyone but I’m being deceived by my own hopeless desire.



I stop.  Turn around.

This rampage of burning energy in my conscious is dying out, and I notice how ridiculous I sound in my own thoughts.  Questioning what I’m doing in my tracks, I feel this city begin to consume me.  My fire is being extinguished in my chest and I think my feet are stuck in the molten concrete.



There she is, stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, glancing around as if searching for someone.  Every inch of my body is shaking.  I reach out to touch her.



A touch on my shoulder stirs my insides, and I glance up at the man’s brown eyes.  The spark ignites again.

anonymous asked:

Hannigram/MurderHusbands for "You smell really nice" (hehe Hannibal at it again :p

My dash has been crying out for bottom!Hannibal all week and I couldn’t resist. Have some porn with feelings!

Will was on his back, nails digging into his palms as Hannibal pinned his wrists to the bed and rode him to a slow and filthy end.

The first time Will had dragged him into bed, Hannibal had been so caught off-guard he’d hardly known what to do with himself. Now he was shameless. He grinded down onto Will’s cock, taking his pleasure as though Will were a toy and not a human being aching for release. Showing off his position of control.

Will was so close he could feel in his stomach, in the back of his throat. His pulse pounded in his ears.

“Enough,” he growled and, with a sharp twist of his hips, flipped Hannibal onto his back.

They struggled for a moment, arms and legs in all the wrong places until Will got to his knees. It was better this way. It always was. There was a special thrill that came with fucking Hannibal into the mattress; leaving him boneless and writhing beneath Will.

He drew his hips back, almost pulling out of Hannibal entirely, and then drove himself back in. The sound of skin on skin echoed in the room.

Hannibal reached for his cock. Will slapped his hand away.

“No,” Will panted. “You were so intent on showing off before, so you can show off now. Show me how you’re so desperate for me you don’t even need a hand on you to get off.”

Hannibal sucked in his breath between his teeth. He gripped Will’s forearms so tightly it ached.

It was impossible to tell who reached their end first. Will felt Hannibal’s release hot and wet on his stomach as he spilled into him. He fell forward, forehead coming to rest on Hannibal’s shoulder while he caught his breath.

Cleanup was quick and perfunctory. Hannibal never let him go far afterwards. No matter how rough and quick things started, they always ended tangled up in each other’s arms.

Hannibal tugged Will down into his arms and nuzzled at his throat. For a long moment they stayed that way, silent except for the pounding of their hearts. Hannibal sighed, soft and content.

“You smell good,” he murmured into the top of Will’s head.

Will huffed out a laugh. “I smell like you.”

“Scent is a vital part of the process of determining attraction and compatibility,” Hannibal said. “Humans unconsciously use scent to select a genetically compatible mate.”

Hannibal drew lazy patterns on Will’s back. Will’s eyes threatened to close at his touch.

Through the haze of his mind, he recalled a dimly lit office and Hannibal’s soft footsteps against hardwood floors. Hannibal had smelled him, like a sommelier before they took a sip of wine.

“Not sure what you were thinking when you picked me. When we met I smelled like night-sweats and dogs and the morgue.”

“Yes,” Hannibal said. His nose was buried in Will’s hair. Will absently wondered if he was going to start sniffing at him like a dog.

“But underlying all of that was a certain sweetness I couldn’t help but be drawn to.”

“Love at first sniff.”

“Something like that,” Hannibal said. Will could hear the smile in his voice.

Hannibal brushed the tip of his nose over Will’s jaw. With it he traced the hollow beneath his ear, the line of his throat. He inhaled deeply and pressed a kiss to Will’s shoulder, and Will clung to him tighter in response.

“Though I must admit,” he murmured, lips brushing Will’s skin with every word and sending goosebumps down his arms. “I much prefer you as you are now.”

Will smiled.

“I think I do too.”

Prompts closed for now, thanks!