i don't know why i just want to keep drawing at characters but oh well

anonymous asked:

Implausible problem #16372920: Tenten's weapon shop is failing because the Shinobi system is supposedly like "haha we don't need ninja" BUT literally people buy stuff like that all the time as weird collectors. Walk into any Asian themed curio shop and you're going to be confronted with a huge ass weapons market so literally now I'm just angry realizing Kishi just wants to screw over female characters and... idk I don't know where I was going with this. Have some salt to share.

When you think about how issue 700 is a “where are they now” issue, with characters getting 1-3 panels each, how they appear in that small space matters even more.

Let’s rate all the female character appearance in 700 based on how much they uplift or downcast the character.

Anko: one of the only characters whose face is bright and cheerful in 700… but, she’s fat… and while I would really like to believe that making her fat isn’t meant to be making her a joke… well. We’ll give this portrayal 8 points out of 10, since at least she’s happy.
Hinata: genuinely looks happy, visiting cousin’s grave, being a good mom, 10/10
Tenten: miserable, failing business, all alone, 0/10
Temari: lecturing her son but gets ignored by him, is serving her brothers drinks but is uninvolved in actual ninja business, pinched face, 2/10
Ino: enraged, instantly blows up into bitch fest with Karui whom she addresses with utter loathing, the men trying impotently to calm the women down 1/10
Karui: tbh it is kinda fucking horrible that Karui treats the InoShikaCho formation so lightly. even if there is peace, there may not always be peace, and traditions like that are important to pass down. fight me, Karui. fight me right now. 1/10
Kurenai: hanging out at home in her kimono looking older than she should (does Kishimoto have any idea how 40-50 year old women actually look? Tsunade un-henged has the same issue in the original series, Jiraiya looks fantastic but Tsunade looks like the crypt keeper), looking confused as her daughter dashes off to Actually Ninja, 6/10
Tsunade: let the bitch fest commence! actually Tsunade is probably fine with this as long as there is an open bar. 10/10
Terumi Mei: one-dimensional character is one-dimensional. oh boo hoo hoo I’m a drop dead gorgeous kunoichi with two kekkei genkai but no body wants to date me boo hoo hoo WTF. in what possible universe would this woman have trouble finding a man. 0/10

Ga-chk indeed. At least she’s basically doing some kind of ninja thing here though. 8/10
Sakura: Woo boy. She’s shown dusting, complete with kerchief and apron.

Ok. let me get this straight. I’m a housewife, ok? Far be it from me to say that housewives are stupid, lame, useless, whatever. They/we are not. And housework and “low skill” cleaning is unfairly devalued, especially coded feminine tasks. But even I, who is comfortable in my identification as a feminist housewife, would not want to be depicted in a “where are they now” montage fucking dusting.

And Sakura is, at least supposedly, not just a housewife. She has really specific, important, rare skills regarding healing. It would make more sense for her to hire someone to do household chores (at a living wage!) so that she could spend more time keeping people from fucking dying. And then spend her well-earned off-time kicking back with a drink with an umbrella in it.

But it really comes down to this.

Did Kishimoto draw Naruto mowing the lawn? Did he draw Sasuke washing his clothes in a stream? No, he didn’t, did he?



Kurotsuchi: literally the only female in the room during the kage conference. She gets a 10/10 but we’ve gone from two female kages and three female bodyguards as of the fourth war, to one female kage and no female bodyguards. so that’s 10/50.

Final score: BOO YOU FAIL

"I want to be a popular Tumblr Blog"

Listen, we ALL want to be a popular Tumblr Blog. I see these amazing artists with 1,000+ notes on even their silly doodles and have astounding characters, stories, and art skills. It makes you feel pretty jealous and you feel like you aren’t good enough, yeah? Well, I know that feel and i’m actually that kind of person myself. I see people’s art like @catyuffie, @nekophy, @bluechocowitz, @angexci, @blogthegreatrouge, and even @loverofpiggies and I can’t help but get a little jealous. But I keep these things in mind and I feel a lot better

1- Never compare yourself to another artist
You see your friends who have amazing art abilities and get lots of love from the people around them and you’re over there with 3 notes AT MOST (oh hey that rhymes) and you doubt yourself. “Why can’t I draw that good?” “I wish I could draw that well, but I never will…” Don’t say it! You are your own person and every person has their own signature art style, just like we all have our own fingerprints, it’s what makes us all different and unique! You make what you are able to make, and there will always be some people out there that will like the way your looks, and they’ll give you tips on how to improve!

2- Practice! Practice! Practice!
You notice that your friends draw the same thing over and over and over again and it keeps getting better and better and better? It’s because they’re practicing! Practicing can help you improve your art and make you more proud of your own work. You can use a reference and use tricks you know. Also, when you practice things, try posting them and asking for constructive criticism, that way people can see how it looks and give you helpful tips to make it better!

3- Never underestimate yourself
You look at your art and you think it’s absolutely terrible, and you have a bunch of people who tell you it isn’t but you don’t believe them at all! Listen, in your years of drawing you can faintly remember there would always be that one kid that would look at what you’re drawing and say “Wow! That’s really cool!” or there would be that one person commenting “That’s amazing!!!”. They aren’t lying. No matter how terrible you think your art is, there will always be that person who thinks you’re fantastic at what you do. There will be some people that even look up to you as an artist! I didn’t think I was that good, but then I saw how many people said they looked up to me and how they commented on my art saying it looked amazing, and I realized that people liked my creations. There will always always always be that person that supports your art and you as a person

Don’t tell yourself you aren’t good at art, because you’re amazing. Yeah sure some people will say your art isn’t good, but that’s life and the assholes just being assholes. Never compare yourself to someone else, believe in yourself, and keep practicing. Stay amazing and keep trying, don’t give up! ❤❤❤

Let's Make A Character:  (script for two)
  • Me: Alright, let's start designing this character already.
  • Snowflake: Make it a *strong female character*
  • Me: Okay... Strong Female Character.
  • Snowflake: Who is gay.
  • Me: ...Excuse me, what?
  • Snowflake: We need more gay characters - simple as that.
  • Me: Sure. Fine. She's gay. (Though that doesn't really matter, in terms of gameplay)
  • Snowflake: They'd rather prefer 'They-them' pronouns. Don't assume their gender.
  • Me: What? Sorry? We're making a female character, remember?
  • Snowflake: Uhh... Hello? They can identify as female, but not completely. They are demi.
  • Me: Fine. What should 'their' name be?
  • Snowflake: I don't know.
  • Me: Let's go with Alexandra-
  • Snowflake: Excuse me, but that is a cisnormative name and will not be acceptable. Their name should be gender-neutral to keep with the times. It's 2016, after all.
  • Me: Jeez, okay. Their name is Alex.
  • Snowflake: Why are you drawing her that way!?
  • Me: ...Sorry?
  • Snowflake: OMG that sketch only reflects the male power fantasies that dominates the gaming community! It's that mentality that labels you as an ignorant bigot!
  • Me: Okay, okay, what did I do wrong!?
  • Snowflake: Her body is hyper-sexualized, you are oppressing women by drawing such a sexist piece. You are not accepting of other body types other than the D-cups, tiny waists and long legs!
  • Me: Oh... Right. I guess I can make her proportions a bit more accurate -
  • Snowflake: Respect their pronouns, you cis scum!
  • Me: Fine, fine, fine - It's fixed. Calm down.
  • Me: W-Well, it would be more accurate if her hip size corresponds to her already slim body. I also shrunk her breasts so they would look less... well, fanciful.
  • Snowflake: We have too many characters that are skinny like her! And why are they white? Where are the stretch marks? Their freckles? We need IMPERFECTIONS to show how COMPLEX this character needs to be!
  • Me: They aren't white, it's just that I haven't colored them in yet... And so what if she's white? Race doesn't make a character more supreme than the other. In games, it's more about class stats than anything to do with race-
  • Snowflake: If they are white, then they are oppressors to any other person or player that isn't white. To be white, is to be racist. And sure, you say it might be alright in a game - however, think of how it affects people of color playing as the white man! They need a character that represents. This is going to be that character.
  • Me: Well, for the record it's my character. I think I can have the freedom to create her in any way that I want.
  • Snowflake: You just objectified them!
  • Me: How can I objectify something or someone that I haven't fully created yet!?
  • Snowflake: Never mind. Does she have any other complexities?
  • Me: What do you mean?
  • Snowflake: I mean, you need to be tolerant of other behaviors, disorders, and dysfunctions of the mind! Hello? Were you living under a conservative rock? There are too many 'normies' in gaming.
  • Me: Oh... So you want me to make her depressed or something?
  • Snowflake: Not 'depressed or something', saying it like that is immensely offensive and damaging. Especially to those who do suffer from depression.
  • Me: I can give her something mild, I guess.
  • Snowflake: Looking at our character so far, she'd have to be bipolar, autistic, an insomniac and have a small case of ADHD. She will also have alters, for her MPD syndrome.
  • Me: ... You are actually joking, right?
  • Snowflake: Excuse me - mental disorders are not a joke! I was self diagnosed with depression, an array of anxiety disorders. Life is hard for people like me.
  • Me: Yeah. Good to know. But giving her all of those problems may result in her character performance being-
  • Snowflake: Hey. Depression is not a 'problem'. You are really getting on my nerves...
  • Me: ...More like *TRIGGERING* your nerves, am I right?
  • Snowflake: You ableist, ageist, classist, racist, sexist, cissexist, size sexist----
  • Me: Oh wow, you're still going.
  • Snowflake: --- CIS WHITE MALE SCUM.

makosharkies  asked:

Hello again :3 I was wondering the RFA (+ Minor Trio) would react to the MC being a professional competitive horse rider (dressage, jumping, cross country, eventing, pas de deux, etc...)? Thank you and hope that wasn't too much :3

Ahhh so when I first read your ask I was like ?????? I don’t know what any of these words mean??? So I’m sorry if I get terminology wrong, I’m not a horse-riding expert even though I did do some research >.<

on a side note thank you for the reblogs with the commentary lmao I really do read all of them, and I could write a V soulmate au like someone said but it’s gotta be a proper request heuheu


Update: @makosharkies 


  • Oh jeez this kid was so happy to find out about you being an equestrian
  • Not only is horse-riding hella cool, but also
  • just horses in general????
  • because horses are great?????
  • Insists he come watch your practice that day, and you let him even though you had a feeling Yoosung was gonna go all horse biology on you
  • Sure enough, when you get to the area where all the horses are kept, Yoosung is just shaking he’s so thrilled
  • him: casually pulls out his vet notes
  • you: casually puts them back in his bag
  • Yoosung I’ve been with horses since forever I think I can name their body parts myself thanks
  • Yoosung loves watching you ride, wow MC looks so cool like medieval movie people 
  • lmao medieval movie people good going Yoosung
  • But also he gets to watch how a horse’s body moves in real time
  • So it’s a really good study session for him too, though the first thing he says to you afterwards is 
  • “I never knew a horse’s muscles looked so powerful under their sleek pelt!” (help me out here is it a pelt or skin or w h a t?)
  • Yoosung what about me
  • “You looked beautiful too!”
  • Too’????
  • Anyways, he tells you that next time he’d like to see things from up close
  • Yoosung I sincerely hope that you don’t become obsessed with my horse


  • We all know how much of a romanticist he is
  • MC has horses???? Like real horses???
  • Well I am an equestrian so yes
  • MC pleasecanIrideahorseIwanttobeyourprinceandrideoffintothesunset
  • When he sees you at a jumping competition, you make it look so easy
  • If MC can do it, so can I!
  • Reluctantly, you try to give him a little lesson on riding, but Zen keeps distracting himself by trying to always look good
  • “Okay, so before you actually get on, there are some basics you need to know-”
  • “If the horse runs really fast, I bet my hair’s gonna look a-m-a-z-i-n-g in the wind.”
  • “Zen, are you even listen-”
  • “We gotta get the timing right though, the sun has to be in front of me, so that I can have a perfect silhouette.”
  • “Zen you-”
  • “Is it okay if I let go of the reins? I’m gonna have to take a selfie…what kind of pose should I make? Oh I kn-”
  • In the end, Zen doesn’t learn how to ride by himself, let alone be able to do basic jumps
  • But because of his pouting, you gave in and allowed him to ride with you
  • more like you two were just chilling on the horse while the sun set in front of you
  • You’re holding a portable electric fan in your hand so that Zen can get his desired wind effect
  • Of course you spend hours there while he takes thousands of selfies
  • Jaehee’s the only one who believes him when he tells the RFA that he now knows how to ride a horse


  • when you tell  her that you have to take a day off work for a competition, she insists she come along and watch
  • Jaehee is blown away by your concentration, and the teamwork you and your horse possess
  • Wants to use it as a reference for working standards at the cafe lolol
  • When you bring her closer to your horse, she straightens her back, then gives him a deep bow
  • “Hello, my name is Jaehee Kang, am I am MC’s girlfriend. It truly is a pleasure to meet you,” she says, before standing upright again. 
  • Your horse simply  nibbles at the carrot you offer him, because it’s a horse and horses like carrots better than formal introductions I guess
  • *gasp* does that mean I’m a horse too? wow the more you know…
  • But honestly Jaehee you’re so cute what am I supposed to do with you???
  • Oh I know
  • Over the next couple of weeks, you give Jaehee a few lessons about horseback riding, and of course being the intelligent and hardworking person she is, Jaehee picks up on them right away
  • And one day, you have her dress up in a pretty outfit, and bring her over to the yard
  • Jaehee sits sattleback as you guide the horse around the track, wanting to show the world how beautiful your girlfriend is, and how proud you are to be able to call her that
  • Jaehee’s a blushing mess
  • You decide to to it again soon


  • The first time Jumin saw your dressage performance, he was floored
  • There are other animals as sophisticated as Elizabeth 3rd???
  • Your horse’s trot just captures his heart, and that night he watches more dressage videos with Elly
  • Lowkey tries to teach her how to do the fancy horse walk
  • lolololol could you imagine a cat doing that
  • makin’ my way downtown
  • He’s gonna build a private establishment just for you, one that’s really close to his office so that he can come visit you during his breaks
  • It calms him down after a stressful day at work, watching you practice so diligently 
  • He makes sure you have the best coaches, best facilities
  • But he knows not to suggest getting ‘better’ horses,since he would promptly arrest anybody who suggested getting a ‘better’ cat (not that that even existed in Jumin Han’s mind)
  • The guy thought he was a cat whisperer
  • He’s actually a horse whisperer
  • You’ll walk in on his brushing your horse, singing her a lullaby in a foreign language
  • you swear the horse is singing it right back at him
  • But Jumin promises to sing it to you too


  • Oh he knew
  • He even attended your pas de deux competition when you just joined the RFA
  • He was that one dude who kept screaming every 5 seconds and had to be escorted out
  • When you officially introduce him to your horse/s, Saeyoung looks like a kid who just met their superhero
  • “It’s a HORSE!?!?!?”
  • Yes, yes it is.
  • You never knew he was a closeted brony
  • Names your horse after his favourite character
  • “Seven please he’s called Shadowfax not Rainbow Dash!”
  • For some unknown reason, Saeyoung knows how to ride horses??
  • And he’s actually pretty good at it????
  • Except he still lacks common sense????
  • “Look at me!” he exclaims, ‘Rainbow Dash’ prancing around the arena with Seven on his back,”No hands! No hands! No– gah!” 
  • He’s is flung from your horse and lands in a bush
  • His glasses askew, bramble stuck in his hair, he declares that he immediately wants to do it again
  • In the end, you guys make a pas de deux routine together, and it’s a beautiful thing to witness
  • somehow the horses dab at the end


  • He’s happy when you tell him about you being an equestrian, but his thoughts are tinged with sadness because he can’t see what you’re doing
  • Still, V says that he wishes to be there when you practice, so you bring him along and sit him somewhere nearby (you don’t want him to wander off while you aren’t looking istg even if he’s blind he just doesn’t know how to stay put)
  • He hears everything, the sound of the horse’s hooves, the soft words you give your horse in between rides, and he even begins to think that he can hear the sound of the wind as you gallop around the arena
  • His fingers are aching to take a picture, but all he can do is imagine with eyes that can no longer see, what a sight to behold you must be
  • I did a Seuss thing
  • Not three days pass before he confronts you with his desire to get surgery
  • When he goes back to watch you, he brings along his camera
  • You were more incredible to watch than he ever thought possible
  • He wants to capture every moment of you looking free and cherish them forever


  • Actually really afraid of horses but definitely won’t admit it
  • So when you tell him about being an equestrian, he sorta just freezes for a moment 
  • He clears his throat, “Ah…oh, cool,” he growls, trying to appear disinterested
  • You you tell him you want to bring him to a cross-country event, but he just gives you A Look™
  • “Will there be…you now…horses there?”
  • Saeran p l s 
  • But he can’t lose face in front of you, and forces himself to go
  • He waits with the crowd while you do your thing, but he can’t hype himself up for you because he’s too afraid for your safety
  • Basically, since he’s scared of horses, he’s also afraid of seeing you on a horse
  • horsesareevilIdontunderstandthemwhatiftheyhaveahiddenagenda
  • That’s pretty much all he can think about 
  • When you’re done, he all but snatches you off of your horse, glaring at it as if it were his love rival
  • “Um Saeran did - did something happen between the two of you?”
  • “You never know what a horse is plotting,” he mutters to himself.
  • “What?”
  • Saeran pouts and looks away, and you tell him you have to go see your coach but you’ll be right back
  • So he’s left standing awkwardly beside your horse
  • He keeps giving it suspicious glances, half-expecting it to morph into some strange monstrous creature
  • “Who the fuck are you?” he finally hisses, staring the horse down. “Are you an impostor? Professional cosplayer? Well, whatever you are, you better watch out, because I’ve got my eyes on you…all three of them,” he adds, tapping his arm.
  • *does the I’m watching you thing with his hands while slowly slinking out of the frame*
  • Horse: who the fuck are you?

Update: @makosharkies actually drew out the scene and it’s beautiful babe ily 5 ever


  • He’s totally with Saeran in the ‘horses are plotting world domination’ club
  • You want him to come watch you? Nuh-uh
  • No matter how much you beg, Miss Vanderwood will not go
  • So you think to yourself
  • If he will not go to the horse, then the horse will go to him
  • MC!!!! MC!!!!!” you hear Vanderwood screeching that afternoon. 
  • “Yeah?”
  • “I thought some bonding time would be nice.”
  • Vanderwood runs around the house, screaming for hours
  • When he finally calms down, you find him seated in a corner of the living room, whispering things to himself
  • You think, good, he seems to have come to terms with your horse, and you approach him with a small hopeful smile, 
  • “Hey, Van-”
  • You pause
  • He’s clutching a tattered book to his chest as if his life depended on it
  • What’s this? you think, stepping in some sort of thick liquid
  • There, on the floor, a strange rune-looking symbol had been painted, with your horse standing in the middle, munching on some oats
  • The horse vanishes only to reappear in the bathroom
  • Vanderwood loses his voice for a week, and still has nightmares regarding the whole incident
  • You never speak of that day again

ravioli-delicious  asked:

Hi! I don't know if you still take 'one-character' requests because your description says your ask box is closed. In case you do, can you something with Takao, perhaps? Love ya. Keep it up, Gabby!

The description always says that my askbox is closed… I’m too lazy to change it every time I open it. Thank you so much for your support! 

Anonymous said: hello!~ i hope i made it in time, if not just ignore this.. but i’d like to request takao please thanks!

Anonymous said: *crosses fingers and hopes you’ll write for this guy* One order of Kazunari-kun, please?

One Takao coming right up! Oh, and also:

I am rendered speechless.

With one last swipe of dark cherry on your bottom lip, you look at yourself in the mirror. Takao watches attentively on your side, his cheeks almost pressed to yours as he pays close attention to your colored lips. The way they pucker up and shine sends a thrill in his blood, an acceleration in his heartbeat. You don’t know what made him ask to watch you put liquid lipstick on (knowing him, it’s probably just curiosity), but you didn’t mind the audience.

At first, your boyfriend looked very intrigued at the shape the lipstick took form—rather than the conventional, well, stick, it looked more like a mascara. When you started applying it, however, Takao couldn’t help but feel rather aroused. He did a great job in somehow controlling the blood from rushing to his groin, but the sensuality in his eyes remained unmasked. 

“And that’s how you wear liquid lipstick,” you say, closing the cap to the make-up and storing it back into the make-up pouch. “Was it educational?”

“Yeah,” he answers dumbly. It’s not as if he’s never seen you wearing lipstick—perhaps there’s something more enticing, watching you wear it in front of him? You don’t miss the way he’s looking at you, something deeper swirling in light grey eyes. 

It’s not as if you mind, anyways.

“Good to hear,” you reply smugly, a sly smile growing on your face. Takao’s eyes are glued to your lips, unable to look away at how delicious it looks. Taking advantage of his somewhat entranced state, you lean in slowly, staring at him with half-lidded eyes as he gazes upon your lips. When he manages to tear his eyes away, he looks at you, and a teasing smirk slowly surfaces.

You are the one to first land your lips on his. Takao quickly reciprocates by cupping your face with his hand, the other snaking down your lower back to press you closer against him. Your palms lay flat against his chest, feeling the vibration of his hum against your hands. When you pull away for air, you notice the red shade transferred lightly on his lips and chuckle.


“You look cute with that color on.”

“Are you being serious right now?” He asks, a smile on his face.

“Why would I lie to you?” You teasingly answer, a finger drawing circular patterns on his solid chest. Takao lets out a hearty laugh.

“Then put more of it on me,” he replies before crashing his lips onto yours in a passionate kiss. 

Send me one character name and I’ll do what I want with it (not writing for the ones that are requested already)

anonymous asked:

You keep complaining about how people don't understand what multiverse is, so why don't you explain it if you're so annoyed

I don’t like the tone you used and normally I would delete ask like this, but you actually offered me the opportunity so - sure! I’ll explain it. I mean, it’s not like I didn’t explain my interpretation of fiction-based multiverse before. So this time, to make sure everyone understands, I’m going to use our lovely angsty skeleton Sans as our assistant.

As you surely can see, this is him. Much Sans. I sure hope I don’t have to explain the third dimension - after all, it’s the dimension we live and that we can perceive. Which is why it’s so easy to understand - because we literally live it. So let’s move on straight to the fourth dimension.

To put it simply, 4D is your past, present and the future. And by “you” I naturally mean our lovely assistant Sans.

As you can see, there are no variables yet. That’s because we are still within the fourth dimension. A single timeline, if you want… with no alternative selves - just our old good Sans. This is what most people interpret as “timeline”.

If we want to see some variables, we have to move on to the fifth dimension, and this is where things start to be mildly complicated.

For now, let’s take adult Sans and look at some of his possible futures.

We have our previous old Sans, and old Sans who at some point hurt his skull, and an old Sans who at some point fell in love with tiny top hats. And as other arrows indicate, there’s more.

And of course, let’s not forget our baby Sans and his own possible futures.

Our baby Sans grew up into an adult Sans, as well as into an adult Sans whose brother was killed, as well as a Sans who was killed at some point in his life. (I decided to use a little more angsty possible futures because… you know, it’s Sans. Our angst fuel.)

I hope you can understand clearly because now I’m going to say this - instead of timeskip arrows that I used to simplify things a little, EVERY SINGLE ACTION you ever make spawns a number of these arrows. Which means, that if we would replace our timeskip arrows with something more detailed, our (still simplified) fifth dimension would look maybe something like this:

So, for example, if I were to highlight a timeline in which Sans started to be interested in top hats…

The red timeline is 4D zoom out into the fifth dimension. This is what most characters with precognition are able to see, I think! It’s not really about “changing the future”, it’s just that those characters have a privilege to see into what kind of possible future would their actions result into, and based on this knowledge they can change their decision to change directions, and thus “change the future”.

What more, we need to realize that EVERY SINGLE OBJECT has their own diagram like this. Be it this one guy from Argentina, this one baby wolf from Siberia, or this one comet from a neighbouring galaxy. EVERY. SINGLE. OBJECT. Even non-living ones.

You following me? Good, because we are moving into the sixth dimension. Once again, I’m going to use our lovely assistant Sans as an example. In sixth dimension, we are finally entering our alternative universes with our alternative selves.

As you can see, it’s still all very much Sans. But oh my, isn’t he quite different on each picture? Yes, because that’s what alternative universe is. It’s… alternative. Technically it’s still all “you”, except not “you you”. Don’t forget the fifth dimension still, since all of these Sanses have their own diagram like above.

And when we connect all those alternative universes, we get - you guessed it - a multiverse.

BUT WAIT!!! Doku, didn’t you mean to write “7D” in the top left corner? I mean, isn’t multiverse above the sixth dimension?

Well, the thing is - this is probably the most important part of this needlessly long explainaiton. This is where most people stop when it comes to the multiverse. But buddies, oh buddies! This is where you all FAIL!!! For you see, even the multiverse itself has its own alternative selves with its own alternatives.

It’s still all very much our lovely multiverse, just like all alternative selves of our lovely assistant Sans are all still very much our lovely Sans. So if I were to draw THE multiverse, in other words the seventh dimension, it’d be something like:

This. Compare it to the picture above, and you can blatantly see the difference. I’m sure you wonder what exactly are differences between alternative versions of the multiverse, and the answer is - or at least in my interpretation - it’s the fundamental level! Let’s pick a very common example: “the multiverse is a code”. If you say this, you’re merely describing one of countless alternative versions of the multiverse. You’re still just inside the 6D. How about an alternative version that is not based on code? Yes, it exists.

And with this, I believe I delivered the message. So this is where I’ll stop, because this is already ridiculously long and so not everyone will read it, meh. There is still 8D, with independent overlaping multiverses, and 9D and 10D. But that is not what I focus on. This was a long ride, and I would like to thank my lovely assistant Sans for helping me out!

P.S. “The multiverse” in this case represents any fictional story. In this particular case it’s “Undertale”. This all is just loosely based on the actual multiverse theory!

[ncis:la] from the same cloth (1/2)

Scene Rewrite / Character Swap ficlet – 2x15: Tin Soldiers
(in which “Esme” reads Deeks’ palm instead of Callen’s)
by: asthedayisfading // jessica237

“Time to bait the hook, boys.”

At Sam’s prompt, Callen and Deeks approach the bar. In his head, Deeks is running his lines - a collection of his typical clever, smooth, bar pick-up lines combined with a few well-chosen, incredibly direct, obnoxious remarks guaranteed to ruffle Kensi’s feathers and have her summoning club security and, invariably, getting the attention of Singh.

But before he has the chance to even open his mouth, Callen jumps a step ahead, doing to him what Deeks so very often does to his own partner during investigations - taking what they’d planned and changing it completely around on the spot.

Luckily, Deeks is much better at playing that game than Kensi is.

(He’s just annoyed that he’ll have to find some other opportunity to impress his partner with his clever lines.)

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anonymous asked:

i know this isn't really related to your art but how do you figure out when ship weeks are? like lol i don't know anything about them and then ur like haha kiribaku week y'all and i am confuddled please share your magic

… so you know how tumblr (the site itself, I mean) has that kind of one track mind for which once you start following one (1) blog related to Thing it’ll start suggesting you all the blogs about Thing? I’m the type of person to go “… why the heck not” and click on the follow button of every single one of those suggestions so now I kind of follow most of the blogs related to the ships I’m on, which means that the posts about the weeks are kind of bound to happen across my dash one or a hundred times in a row

👍👍👍👍 the magic is having no implulse control at all my dashboard is a magical disaster 👍👍👍👍

Anon said:  Why are scorpio people important? ♏

Boi, this ask confused me for a while haha but you’re referring to that old Futakuchi doodle, right? It’s because it’s my sign, anon~ I love all my signs a lot for unknown reasons, so when I find out a character is a scorpio I’m like oooooooohhhhhhhhhhh new child haha

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hungry-chopsticks  asked:

Wow! They are all so interesting! Did you create the idea by yourself or did you pull from mythology and mix it with your ideas? Do you have any tips for those just starting to make OCs?

Anonymous asked: hey uh I love your art and ocs (i really like their colours and such.) I want to get into the whole ‘making ocs’ thing but I’m not that confident in them? Is there a process you go through when you make yours or do you just kind of go for it. I’m sure this sounds silly, but I feel a bit stumped.

((I saw this in my drafts and nearly screamed because I hadn’t published it yet. I’m going to go ahead and do that now pairing it with an anon ask I received yesterday. I am SO UTTERLY SORRY. ))

Under this cut there are a few tips to get started! As well as an example of how a few of my characters have grown.  I’m no expert and if you guys don’t find this helpful I encourage to go out and look into it more!

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anonymous asked:

What's your view on Haru going pro and do you think he will? I personally still don't want him too because then there was no point to episode 9 (which I think was done brilliantly). I also don't want Rin or Sousuke (and hopefully Kyoani won't use Makoto) to guilt or prod Haru into going pro and Kyoani uses them to make Haru go "I see the light now, I will go pro"

… Oh hell, this question lol.

Were you around last year when the idea of Olympic!Haruka was first tossed around, and originally it was (as it should have been) a discussion of Haruka’s personality and suitability vis-à-vis the demands and rigours of an Olympic lifestyle… but then soon degenerated, as usual, into a ship war rife with logical fallacies due to the fandom’s tendency to think using the characters’ dicks?

The abovementioned event was prompted by a magazine article, not even official, with one of those pathway-maps where answering Y/N to a question would eventually lead you to a character. One of those questions was Olympic-related, and a Y to that takes you down the path to Haruka or Rin.

I was around for the first parts of the discussion as one of the early dissenters of pro Haruka, and checked myself the hell out as soon as it became clear that fandom was drawing a false and damaging correlation as follows:

Haruka going down the pro/Olympic route = Rin = Victory for the HaruRin

Haruka not going pro/not picking the Olympic route = Makoto = Victory for the HaruMako

I don’t have polite or coherent words to describe my level of fury and contempt at that ridiculous… categorisation of Haruka’s future and choices, and so let it be known that it is firmly my view that ships have no place in such a discussion.

With that established, let’s talk about this issue.

Here I shall link you to the opinion held by me as at November last year, way before season 2, regarding Olympic!Haruka (the link goes to Rosie’s page instead of mine because her theme shows a clear timestamp). Note my complete aversion to the idea of pro Haruka and my position that such a lifestyle is not for him.

Has my opinion changed since then, especially in light of season 2?

Yes, and no.

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lucenthia  asked:

First of all, this isn't meant to be hate or aggression. Just wanted to start off with that, because internet messages can easily be misinterpreted. Anyways, I wanted to ask why Nico was only able to wear fashionable clothing if he was Aphrodite's kid. Like, can't he wear that stuff if he's Hades' kid? It seems a little disjoint, and I don't understand why we're changing canon so NIco can wear different clothes.


Like I stated in a past ask, I like to take the Aphrodite!Nico thing to a ridiculous extreme completely for fun. Of course its okay for Nico to wear whatever he wants, no matter what God’s kid he is like?? I think we’re allowed to draw him or any other character wearing whatever we want TBH LOL ((especially Jason Grace in lace, k))

But lets be real here, would our classic Hades!Kid nico ever wear crop tops and short shorts, prOBABLY not publicly at least so it’s just fun to explore a different aspect of the same character if they were to come from a different parent or background.

Jeez, guys! Free reign! You wanna draw Hades!Kid Nico in crop tops and short shorts, I’m all for it! That’s what’s so great about art. Like trust me, if I could publicly display everything that went on in my head, I’m sure I’d have my fair share of Hades!Kid Nico in pretty clothes to show you guys. But we all know that art doesn’t magically appear and I’d much rather spend time drawing an Aphrodite!Kid Nico for kicks to be able to exaggerate all those features. I just think it would be really OOC for classic Nico, but whatever you guys wanna do or think, I’m all for it!!

That’s the cool thing about fandoms: to be able to create and share all these different ideas we have. We can bounce ideas off one another and keep building these ideas and usually make some really cool friends in the process.   I just think it’s really cool.

how can a set of books do this kind of thing? (Hollstein fanfic)

“I’m enjoying myself, I will read the…” She searched for the seventh book on the almost empty box set. “…Deathly Hallows, even though you spoiled me…” Laura shot her a look. “…or that I effectively figured out everything.”

“You’re an insufferable—” Her breath hitched as Carmilla laced her fingers with hers.

“—know-it-all? Proud of it.” Carmilla said with a smug, big grin.


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Pairing: Hollstein

Word count: 4192

Warning: mentions of depression, abuse, grief, heavy feelings…angst at its finest

Summary: A very eager Laura makes Carmilla read her favorite books-all seven of them-while she studies for finals and both find an unexpected bond on the roller coaster and journey of it all. Carmilla is not so great at the feelings thing, but she finds herself doing this a lot here unexpectedly. Laura won’t kiss Carmilla until she finishes all of them, so that’s a motivator.

[A/N: It was supposed to be all fluff, and whatnot but…going through everything triggered some things and there’s angst with heavy mentions of Carmilla’s and Laura’s past. Well, fluff and angst, what a better combination?]


Laura made Carmilla read the Harry Potter series against her will. Well, not to that extreme, but close. She had read the first book before, but didn’t continue because the idea of something as ridiculous as wizards baffled her. Laura’s father got her the series in one of her care packages for college: “I know finals and overarching stress are approaching, but drifting off to the magical world could help, right?”

“It sounds more like he’s setting off the opposite kind of distraction for you here.” Carmilla chuckles as she puts her philosophy book down and sits up her bed. Laura turned her head guessing the look on Carmilla’s face…yes, eyebrow up and a smirk on her face.

“It’s sweet. Besides, they do help me relieve my stress.”

“Care to tell me how?” She saw her girlfriend’s face light up, just as it does whenever she’s about to passionately explain something.

“Well, it’s this entirely different magical universe with characters developed deeply enough to drag you around like one of their own.” Carmila tried to remember when she started reading the first book. Yes, it was an amusing, different world, but maybe she needed to see more to get invested. “Each book is a roller coaster ride. And even though I read all of them at least five times, I enjoy them just the same.” There was that glimmer in her eyes that told Carmilla these books clearly mean a lot to her. Also, the fact that she’s read them five times is another strong hint. “Was it the same for you?”

“I can’t really tell cupcake. I became uninterested by the first one.” The glimmer in Laura’s eyes instantly disappeared and was replaced with a furrowed look.

“What? You never finished th—” She cut herself, grabbed the package and threw herself next to Carmilla on her bed. “You need to read these. Starting now.” Laura’s voice was now demanding as she put the pile of books on Carmilla’s lap.

“And that’s an order?”

The vampire scoffs, only to be surprisingly met by a pair of lips against hers. Hands also frantically cupped her face and it was all too sweet and endearing to Carmilla to question it, so she went along. A hand was now grasping Laura’s hair effectively deepening the kiss and the other one, after putting the books away, dropped to her hips. Lips parted in a gasp surprisingly coming from her and Laura took the opportunity to reposition herself, fully turning to sit on the bed and pushing Carmilla down to straddle her. They were both humming as they were slowly basking in the blissful sensations.

Laura intended on stopping a few moments ago—trying to be a little considerate—but it all washed away on a haze…until one of Carmilla’s hand started to make its way down her arm. She regained control of her thoughts and slowly separated. When she opened her eyes, she was met with an uncharacteristic dumbfounded Carmilla. She was still on the daze Laura was before, which made the tiny girl let out a smirk and looked at her intently. Once Carmilla touched ground, she silently stared at her girlfriend, looking for an explanation, running ideas through her mind. Panic then flashed across her face but Laura calmed her speculations by lacing their fingers together.

Carmilla, not daring to look away, sat up to level herself. “What the frilly hell just happened?” Laura, once again, snorts at her sight. But then she moved to the edge of the bed.

“As of now, I won’t let you, or the books, be a distraction…” Her tone was playful yet challenging. And the realization came like a bucket of ice. “…at least until you read them.”

Carmilla opened her mouth trying to argue, but she was at loss for a moment. “I find this unfair and nonsensical.”

“Well, I stand by it. You need to read them.” She couldn’t quite understand why Laura was insisting so much, but even less, how she decided to agree to the challenge.

“Fine.” She was met with a broad smile and wanted to tease back. “But how, may I ask, will you keep your hands off me?” Carmilla tried to approach to Laura and put a hand on her lap, but before she even got halfway there, her girlfriend jumped up.

“I won’t talk to you. Only when you finish each book.”

“What?” The lack of response was all she needed to get what Laura meant. “Sometimes you’re insufferable, cupcake." Insufferable know-it-all, Laura thought to herself and started laughing. Carmilla frantically looked for book one of the series and started to re-read it.


"How is Voldemort a threat? The dimwit doesn’t even have a proper body?” Carmilla uttered as she closed the book. Without looking, Laura knew she was finished. 

“Dark magic, Carmilla. And it’s You-Know-Who.”

"Whatever. If he’s supposed to last six more books I better see some progress.” Laura laughed to herself and then continued on writing her lit paper.


“I’ve got two observations. Firstly, the fact that they introduce a new way of racial issues is very amusing—especially because it is detached from the human world. It’s something entirely theirs, which draws me to find out more.” Laura was taken by surprise by the sudden analysis, and turned her chair to face her girlfriend. 

“I can’t believe what’s drawing you into the story is the racial subject.”

“Oh, no. It’s not only that.” Carmilla paused. “It’s just making the fictional world I’m reading worthy of going away to. It’s different.”

“Are you just saying this because you want a kiss?”

“Is it working?” She lowered her tone seductively, hoping it would indeed work.

Laura quirked her face in frustration, but didn’t want to let the vampire win this one. “No.”

Bollocks!” Carmilla spat playfully with her best Enlgish accent. She noticed the non-convincing tone on the other end and wasn’t about to let it go just yet.

Carmilla! It really isn’t. You had a second point?” But Laura wasn’t about to let it continue.

“Right. Polyjuice potion can suck it, I shapeshift into a giant cat, who can beat that?”


This time Laura was resting on Carmilla’s lap while the vampire held the book with one hand and ran the other one through the blonde’s hair. It was a slight violation to their agreement; but it was a long day of studying and if she read another piece by Hemingway she was sure she’d burst. It was all beautifully written, really, but there was so much reading she could take. She didn’t have to say anything to Carmilla. When she saw the exhausted look on tiny girl’s face she gladly welcomed her into her arms and there they were. Laura woke up from her daze as she heard a loud thump of a closing book.

"Sirius Black is my new favorite.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.” Her voice was low and with a huff she sat up on the bed to face Carmilla.

“He really is misunderstood.”

“I know.” Laura was thrilled at how her girlfriend was becoming invested to the different characters and elements of the book. It was always fun to interact with first time, passionate readers of the series, but Carmilla was utterly endearing. She felt connected to her in a unique way, and she made it her mission to make sure she kept on reading if this meant having conversations like this one.

“Laura?” Carmilla’s tone turned dark all of the sudden, and Laura stiffened, taken aback by it.


“The Dementors represent depression.” It wasn’t a question, and Laura knew that, but she nodded anyway. “I—I lost hope not only once, but multiple times in my long life. It was just obscure and lonely, you know?” Her eyes were now heavy on Laura’s. She wasn’t used to it, but this was Carmilla talking—really talking—and she was happy this side of her was starting to show. “Not to be soppy or anything like that, but I want you to know that you’re a bright light amongst all that.”

Laura’s heart clenched and ached right then. Of course she knew Carmilla was dealing with demons, and shadows and surely other dark entities she doesn’t even know exist, and always will…but it has never looked so raw.

“You’re making it very hard not being able to kiss you.” She knew this moment wouldn’t last too long, or Carmilla wouldn’t let it last long, so she decided to relieve the mood with her unconscious thought on a sigh.

“Oh, you are able, sweetheart. You just don’t want to.” A playful hand ran through Laura’s cheek, and smitten look flashed on Carmilla’s eyes.

“You’re such a soppy mess.”


It was a quick motion, but Laura was sure she saw a book fly across the room from the corner of her eye and hit a wall. “You know those are mine, right?” But Carmilla ignored her. 

“A bunch of sophomoric imbeciles.”

“Who?” Ignored with a huff. “Who are you talking about?” The vampire finally caught the voice coming from the desk and answered.

“All of them. It’s infuriating how they don’t stop and think about what they do half of the time.”

“Well, I find it very human, very real, very me.”

“Exactly. Yet I find myself consumed, utterly drawn by it…” Carmilla starts to make her way to Laura. “…just like I am to you.” She places both hands on her girlfriend’s shoulders and she lets them linger for a while before speaking.

“Three books left, Carmilla.” Her face furrows in frustration and she sits on the bed to open the next book.


It’s 3am and she hasn’t been able to put down the book—she didn’t want to. Carmilla almost immediately noticed the shift in the characters’ tone. This was a darker book compared to the others. There were stupid decisions, but there was also anger, a lot of anger. One of the reasons Carmilla couldn’t put the book down was because she wanted to know if it got better. She thought it was ridiculous, but it reminded her of the lonely centuries she had to spend by herself before finding Ell…and ultimately Laura. Harry felt misunderstood, alone, baffled as to why that was, and Carmilla understood it all too well.

“You felt it too?” A small voice came from across the room and Carmilla almost jumped out of her bed. Her eyes focused on the girl in front of her sitting and curled up on her blanket.

“How long have you been up, sweetheart?”

“I never really went to sleep.” At the revelation, she moved towards Carmilla’s bed. “After I decided to give up on my lit paper I just shuffled for hours. You were obviously too into your reading, so I didn’t want to bother you.” As she finally sat beside Carmilla, the vampire could look at her eyes properly. They were pink and glassy, a hint of tears about to fall—again?

“Whoa, Laura, have you been crying?” Carmilla immediately dropped the book wrapped her arms around her girlfriend. There wasn’t a reason to lie as she sniffled and Laura repositions to fit Carmilla’s embrace.

“Yes.” Her voice was raspy. She’s probably been silently crying for hours and Carmilla didn’t notice. The thought hurt her deeply.

“May I know why?”

“Well, did you feel it?”

“I don’t—” Laura cut her off.

“The sense of incomprehensible loneliness. You’re in the darker chapters, correct?”

“Yes, but wh—" But she was cut again.

"I used to read these books with my mom. She bought the first one when it came out. Same with the next ones until…” She took a deep breath before continuing, and it was all it took Carmilla to understand everything. The connection with the books, and how insistent she was about it all. She wanted her to be part of it, which Carmilla found very sweet. “…until she couldn’t.”

“This is why they mean so much to you.” Laura nods with a heavy, trembling sigh. She’s never talked about her mother to Carmilla until now, but she was willing to. She needed it.

“I re-read them all after she died. It was my coping mechanism. But the fifth book struck me the most. I became distant, but wasn’t really aware of it, so it was frustrating to carry that energy around like a shadow…only that instead of walking with me it was dragging me down…” She paused to look at Carmilla. She looked calm but attentive. The vampire took one of Laura’s hands and intertwined their fingers together, followed by a kiss on the back of them. She was patiently waiting for her girlfriend to continue, but she didn’t. Then she thought about how the purpose of all was also to connect with Laura.

“His feelings resonate with mine before meeting you. After I woke up in this century I also had a shadow. And maybe I always did, but it was only then I noticed. It was a terrible, terrible eternity of constantly confir—confirming Ell’s statement.” At the mention of Ell, Laura stiffened, at which Carmilla responded giving her a kiss on the cheek. "It’s not that I didn’t care back then, because I did—I really did…” Carmilla’s tone turned heavy and dark. “But in order to survive I needed to disconnect myself. So after I woke up it was all so present.” The realization of the anger and regret Carmilla felt was excruciating, and to think she had to still live an eternity of abuse was unbearable…until she met Laura. It was the first time since being tied up that Carmilla talked about her past in detail. Laura could only imagine a slight part of how terrible it feels.

“Isn’t it weird? How we’re not aware of our shadows until something terrible happens?”

“I believe it’s realistic. We’re all naïve until we’re not.”

They stayed silent for a second. Only the ghost of their hands caressing. Laura has thought about it many times—Carmilla’s shadows. She was hard to read most of the time, but every time Laura gets a glimpse of her sorrow she ought to take note. 334 years of miserable eternity, as Carmilla puts it, yet she was capable of opening her doors to Laura—or at least she’s been trying to.

“This book made me realize what I was doing to myself and to everyone else. So I stopped closing the open doors around me.” She drawls so softly it wasn’t almost enough to wake up the vampire from the trance they were in.

“I’m glad, cupcake.”

Silence made its presence again, but Laura still felt bad. “Carm?”

“Yes?” This time her gaze was soft on her.

“I’m sorry.” The vampire didn’t say anything, but squeezed Laura’s hand intrigued nonetheless. “I’m sorry for triggering your memories. I mean—I want to tell you things and connect with you but…” She lost her train of thought for a second but quickly recovered it. “I have my shadow, but you’ve got many more. You’ve been here for so long and I feel stupid talking about myself someti—”

“No, Laura. Don’t even think about belittling yourself, that’s not my intention. The number of years, or shadows, or whatever…they don’t determine the importance of someone’s pain.”

“I know that. It’s just…” She paused again and sighed. “I’m sorry.” The last sentence was delivered with a yawn and Laura knew she needed some rest, but she wasn’t about to move away. Not now.

“And I’m sorry about your mom, sweetheart. You need to tell me more about her because she sounds incredible.”

She was, thought Laura as she closed her eyes.


Laura woke up on Carmilla’s lap. She was still reading book five with a somber look that made Laura’s heart sink, since she knew it only got worse.

She decided not to ask, but reached for Carmilla’s free hand. The latter jolted, but relaxed immediately. Laura then started to study the vampire’s movements in silence. How her eyebrows quirked with probably the mention of something ridiculous. Her heavy sighs when she reached the end of a chapter. And then the sudden still face she had as she reached the last page.

“Harry’s only family is gone.” Laura also hears the stillness in Carmilla’s voice and sits up, searching for her gaze preoccupied. “This is so appalling.” It was hard to read, or maybe it was just expressionless, she couldn’t tell.


“Harry’s only family is gone.” The last word was emphasized with a choke, and as Carmilla pulled her knees to her chest and face to her hands, Laura put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. The sobs came in waves and they took both Carmilla and Laura by surprise.

Laura knew where Carmilla was going with this and she was ready to listen. It was indeed a roller coaster ride, and this was the ninety degrees drop of it all. Had she known these brought a different side of Carmilla, Laura would have thought twice before lending them. It wasn’t her intention to hit her this way. She was meticulously trying to peek through Carmilla’s walls her own way, but the unplanned connection she figured wasn’t a bad option either.

“I lost them.” Then she buried her face on Laura’s shirt. “Twice.” She was grasping so hard at her shirt Laura thought it would rip…but she didn’t care. Nothing was more important than this moment right now. “I’ve lost so many people.” Grief, sadness, those are strange entities that come and go in waves—unexpected waves—and she was going to let Carmilla feel them fully.

“I know…” It’s all Laura managed to say with a hand now stroking Carmilla’s soft hair. She kissed her temple so delicately as if trying to wipe everything away. Of course, she couldn’t.

“I had family, and then I was alone.” She lifted her head from her girlfriend’s chest. “Laura, do you know what the worst feeling really is?” Her eyes were red, puffy and lost…very lost. And then it stroke Laura that Carmilla may have never had a pillar to mourn before—a safe haven.

“What is it?”

“Loneliness.” She pauses to take a deep breath, even though she doesn’t need one. “It doesn’t matter if they made you suffer, or laugh, or cry. When they’re gone, there’s something inside of you that goes with them too, and you feel so lonely.” Laura understood. She understood the feeling, not like Carmilla did, but she understood. It hit her and she was now crying with her…crying the wave away until they fell asleep.


It was quiet in their dorm room. After Carmilla broke down on Laura’s arms the other night, she continued on reading the next book without pausing. They agreed that it was impossible to be too apart from each other, so every now and then Laura would approach towards Carmilla for comfort—or out of plain habit. Enough to not be a distraction.

“Ok, so tell me your theories at this point.” Carmilla was reading resting on Laura’s lap while the latter re-read one of her required books to find more important points to talk about on her lit paper. She eyed occasionally as her girlfriend was approaching the end of book six, and once she did, she peeked her curiosity.

“Well, for starters, Harry has to be a horrocrux, otherwise, why make it such a big deal? It would be a shame if he isn’t.” Laura didn’t think Harry was a horrocrux before. “Hence, he will die.” But she did think he was going to die. “Also, Snape is such a double agent. I mean, it’s clear.”

“That he betrayed Dumbledure’s trust?”

“Oh, no. That he’s doing everything for the dimwit Potter that is—wait, scratch that—the woman he loves.”

“How corny.” Laura mocks.

“Very. Oh, and that adventure they plan on going…full of angst and drama.” Laura quirked an eyebrow because everything up to this point was true. “I also foresee a big battle…” Right. “…at Hogwarts.” Right. “And important deaths.” And right again. “Am I close?”

A repressed huff was all Carmilla needed to confirm her theories. And a satisfied grin was all Laura needed to get the strength to kick her girlfriend out from her lap. With no lap and no comfort, Carmilla scowls, but before she can verbally protest Laura cuts her thoughts. “You just know everything, don’t you?”

“Did you just let me spoil myself? You’re supposed to tell me ‘you need to read it, Carmilla’, or ‘I won’t spoil the fun for you, Carmilla.’” Laura just laughed at the very terrible impersonation of her. There was something in Carmilla’s high-pitched voice that caused Laura to always lose it. Carmilla’s glad she has that effect. And even though she didn’t intend to cause it, the sight of Laura laughing was one Carmilla’s favorite facet of hers.

“It’s just—everything you said is on point.”

“To be fair, it’s a little predictable.”

“Possibly for a 334 year old vampire who has read a life’s worth of literature, and theories, and—”

“I’m enjoying myself, I will read the…” She searched for the seventh book on the almost empty box set. “…Deathly Hallows, even though you spoiled me…” Laura shot her a look. “…or that I effectively figured out everything.”

“You’re an insufferable—” Her breath hitched as Carmilla laced her fingers with hers.

“—know-it-all? Proud of it.” Carmilla said with a smug, big grin.


All was well? That’s it?”

“You get a happy ending.”

“True.” Carmilla’s head was once again on Laura’s lap—this was her favorite position—and her eyes were now heavy on Laura’s. The latter was stroking Carmilla’s hair looking blankly at it, but she felt the burn and turned to look at her girlfriend.

They maintained that position for a while until Laura flicked away to Carmilla’s lips and went down to kiss her softly—so softly. But they were gone too soon and Carmilla found herself once again in a daze.

“I read all seven books for you, Hollis.” Her eyes were closed, but Laura could tell she was teasing. “I deserve my prize. If you’re finished with your studies, of course.”

She is finished with studying for the day. “And what would that be?” She is startled by how quick Carmilla sat up.

“Dance with me.” And how she was out of bed.

“You know I don’t know how to dance, specially waltz.” She was suddenly feeling shy and dumb about the whole thing.

“I know, but I liked book four when they had that ball, and then on this book with the wedding. I…” She hesitated. “I don’t know… I want to dance with you.”

“Would you teach me for posterity?”

“For posterity.” Carmilla extended a hand to Laura, which she gladly took.

They positioned themselves traditionally and Carmilla started swaying as she could to an imaginary tune in her head, pulling Laura with her. She then hummed that imaginary tune out loud to help Laura and she started to get it. Carmilla slowly came to a stop to check in.

“Did you get it?”

“I think so. One, two, three, four. One, two…” She moved at the count with Carmilla and she reached closer to Laura’s ear and softly started to hum her tune again. “Thank you.”

“For?” She extended her arm spinning her girlfriend, looking intensely at her.

“Reading those. They mean a lot to me.” It was a graceful spin. Laura was a fast learner. And even though it was a tiny space, it was enough for them to move happily. 

“I know…they now mean a great deal to me as well.” She meant it. She didn’t think for a second a book series—initially intended for kids—would get to mean so much to her. But it was a big part of Laura’s past, present and future. It explained unspeakable aspects of her and it got Carmilla to show herself to Laura—her own unspeakable aspects. Anything that could do that had to mean a great deal to her.

They were silent for a while but it didn’t last long. Probably not even a minute.

“So which house would you be in?” Carmilla genuinely laughed. Of course Laura would decide to have a conversation in the middle of a graceful dance.

“Definitely Slytherin.” Carmilla drew her girlfriend closer.

“Is it because of your snarky intellect?” Laura scuffed while she moved her free hand from Carmilla’s shoulder to the back of her neck.

“More like my passionate individualistic loyalty.”

“To…?” Laura sounded hopeful, so Carmilla spun her around one more time.

“You, my one safe place.” She placed a kiss on Laura’s temple, and then traveled down her cheek, jawline, up her nose—all between whispered ‘I love you’s—until finding her soft lips to bask in the peacefulness of it all—the peacefulness of her safe haven.

The books provided them something necessary for their bond to strengthen in such a way it promised a forever.

anonymous asked:

Oh my god your style has evolved so much it's crazyyyy!!! how does it keep getting better and better im in awe <3 kudos to you babe :*

Oh yay I’m so glad you think so, thank you! I always wonder if people notice when they’re scrolling back in my blog, I can’t look back there anymore. As I’ve mentioned several times, I am a huge advocate for ‘don’t stop drawing,” because I did. My reasons being college/career/relationship/depression and it did detrimental things to me which for sure included setting me back several years out of practice, artistically. The beginning of my blog I was still in my recovery phase of trying to figure out how to draw again and it’s sort of hard for me to look at anymore, I always think about what would have happened and where I might be today with drawing if I had not stopped, but ah well you can’t change the past, and luckily I’m moving forward.

Anyway this is why I always tell other people keep drawing! Never stop! Never give up never surrender, aha.

And since quite a few people remarked that I’d changed my style, after I posted the last drawing, I wanted to explain it’s more like I’m just drawing what felt natural at the time (and I’ve been doing a lot of outside realistic work, so I’ve been in the zone). I enjoy both my cartoony and more realistic ways of drawing though, and it’s just basically what I’m in the mood for that dictates what version comes out, you know? I kind of have a sliding spectrum within my style it seems even just when drawing the same two characters…

Anyway, thank you so much anon, and I’m happy that you’ve noticed I’ve improved since the beginning. Improving is one of the most rewarding things about drawing and I’m glad that it shows.

Bare Hands

Or, five times Fitz and May don’t talk about the shooting, and the one time that May does.

Notes: For thewasabipea, who requested a Five Times + FitzMay fic, and for leopoldfitz, who is my inspiration for all things FitzMay.


They don’t talk about the shooting when they’re scavenging what they can from the Hub, weaving back and forth in a mad dash to load up the plane with supplies.

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I don't get it

David talks about how he lost his humanity and asks Michonne if she gets it. To which she says “I do.” And we all know this to be true. We saw her almost reverting back to that, but Rick brought her back. Andrea brought her back. Carl did. David’s story directly parallel’s Michonne’s and yet that producer guy from Lost thought it was about Glenn and Maggie??

And I do see some parallels. This episode was without a doubt about Glenn trying to make it back to Maggie, to his wife, just like David was. And both of their supposed fates are tragic and gruesome, but when watching that scene, how is Glenn and Maggie the first thing that pops into your head??

For one, it completely dismisses who David was talking TO. Yeah, Glenn was in the background, but who was there front and center directly engaging David in his story? Michonne. And YNB correctly pointed out how Glenn is basically the only character who hasn’t lost his humanity. He may have lost everything, and Maggie may have made him a better person, but he is still the same guy who told Rick way back in season 1 they don’t burn their dead, they bury them. The same guy who has never killed a living human being. So he is not like David and Maggie is not like Betsey.

I also feel like Mchonne is Betsey and Rick is David currently. Rick is losing/has lost his humanity, and Michonne seems to be the only one who can bring him back. And Michonne has made it back to Alexandria now, and Rick is the one who is out there, and it’s got to be going through her head that she may never see him again just like Betsey will never see David. (And Maggie may never see Glenn). But without a doubt the parallels are there for RICHONNE.

So why is it so hard for some people to see? Thank GAWD YNB was there to school that producer guy, because I do not know that Hardwick would have done it (but at least he made sure Yvette had her say.) And it does feel like again the producers are not trying to make Richonne clear. I mean it was a big moment thematically and the only thing Yvette could say was “some might say Rick is her Betsey.” I mean COME ON! Not just some–everybody should see that big old road sign pointing at Richonne, and yet I still feel like they’re gearing us up for a major fake-out (well beyond the obvious one.) And I don’t understand why. I feel like if Richonne were not a BWWM couple there would be tons of publicity about it. This would be the moment where I could go, “Oh yeah, they’re totally doing Richonne.” But it still feels like if they’re going to do Richonne they’re trying to do it on the sly. Which makes no sense to me.

But I also do feel like maybe they have been listening. I mean Hardwick was definitely addressing concerns that he only like Michonne as a Samurai, and he didn’t say anything side-eye worthy. And Michonne got to be badass and vulnerable and so incredible, so the writing/directing was on point for me. I don’t have any complaints. I guess I’m feeling a bit gun-shy when it comes to Richonne. I feel like residual Jess*ck has gotten in the way of me fully being able to embrace all the Richonne goodness that’s happening now. So I honestly don’t think I’ll believe that it’s happening until Rick and Michonne actually get together on screen and they actually kiss. (And even then I’ll probably be waiting for the other shoe to drop lol) On the plus side Jess*ck seems even less of a possibility than ever before.

So THANK YOU, Gimple. Thank you for giving me this incredible couple that makes me ache just thinking about them really happening. And thank you for drawing it out so much so that I don’t even know if I can trust it. But thank you for giving me just enough to keep stringing me along. I know I said I would give up after this season if Richonne still hasn’t happened, but I probably won’t because as long as they are still alive the possibility will be there and I will want them, and if you continue to feed me these crumbs I will lap them up. (But to be fair this was a big ass crumb, so I’m satisfied.)

anonymous asked:

I wish more shippers were like you. I know you haven't much love for the Pewey ship but you don't expend your effort attacking those who do. The tags are a mess and a cluster of fans are engaging in spamming, harassment and bi/pan erasure over a fanon ship. I'm not even a shipper of Pewey myself but it's really disheartening to see.

oh yea, I see shipping hate all the time in tags, like its not even restricted to certain ships. I don’t know why people can’t just live and let live. Blacklist the things you can’t stand, if people post too much of it that it makes you uncomfortable, unfollow them. If someone posts a lot of the pairing you don’t like to, say, the character tag, block them and they won’t show up for you anymore (I also blacklist the names of artists who commonly draw pairings I can’t stand seeing). You gotta control your own space and if you do that you can make it so you pretty much never see the stuff that bothers you. It’s up to you to control your space, not everyone else to do what you want them to do.

Like, its totally cool to not like a pairing. Heck, its cool to absolutely loathe a pairing (there’s plenty I can’t stand), but you can’t harass people for it. It’s not your place to force people to think like you (I’m sure you hate it when people harass you for stuff you like). Keep it away from you and enjoy your own things. I’m not saying you can’t voice distaste for it, but don’t tag it and don’t message people who like it just to hate on it. That behavior is unnecessary.

and besides - when has harassing someone over a ship or whatever ever actually changed their mind? All it does is make you look like a jerk and, often times, encourage them to produce more fanworks for that pairing out of spite (as well as encourage animosity towards the ship you are advocating, reducing their likelihood to indulge and contribute fanworks to that ship). So not only is it rude, but its also extremely counter-productive of what you’re trying to accomplish

The thing is, by my observation, the folks who really participate in ship hate and harassment are very young so its largely a maturity issue. This stuff feels like it matters a lot when you’re younger, especially if you’re around people who also feel that way, so you become filled with righteous fury over these minor little things and your harassment of other people doesn’t feel like harassment, but justly deserved punishment for their actions. Pretty much any fandom call-to-arms you see (over ships or, like, cross fandom wars) are done by young people (or generally immature people), because this stuff just feels more important when you’re younger. Upon maturing, you realize just how petty and unnecessary it is to do stuff like that. It’s hard for me to judge too harshly, since I’m a lot older than the people doing this and I’m sure I did unnecessarily negative things when I was a kid too (I don’t think I ever harassed anyone though, but still)