i have not drawn these two in a long time

Gift Picture and Head canons ^_^

So a friend of mine was having a really hard day so I thought it would be nice to do some art to cheer them up. 

One of my personal favorite head canons is that after Hawkmoth is defeated (assuming that Gabe has gotten his act together and we get the redemption arc I am desperately hoping for, cause I love long drawn out redemption plots) after a year or two of salting Marinette would end up totally getting over everything and bonding with her fashion idol/mentor where as Adrien will continue to be snarky and bitter for ages (understandably so) 

So like- as they grow up Gabe and Mari end up getting along really well because they have a lot of similar interests and personality traits while Adrien is just- “I don’t know Dad, do we have time to go to the theater with you this week or will you be too busy collecting butterflies? What? You want to know my favorite color? But I could have sworn I mentioned it at all those  family meals you didn’t show up for because you were hanging out in your secret lair.” 

Bonus Sketch cause I couldnt’ help myself: 

Anyways enjoy your present @sinfulpapillon and feel better ^_^

“But I’ve waited for you all this time.”

“That does not mean you love me. We have very different definitions of what love is. You might think you want me but you truly you don’t. You’re craving something physical with emotions that come with time. You think we can just pick up where we left off and hop back into a relationship. You’re lonely and have no one to confide in and since I am the only person left, you have chosen our relationship to romanticize. But we were truly never good together; we have given each other third and forth chances and still we are speaking two different languages. I am tired of trying to fight for something that is destined to fail.

—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #1198 // just another long drawn out hypothetical conversation with my ex // excerptsofstories 
I Love You Forever
  • I Love You Forever
  • Two Steps From Hell
  • Illumina

Alternative Music Link (music has no lyrics, scroll at your own pace)

While all art here was drawn by me, the song and characters are not my property and belong respectively to Two Steps From Hell and Andrew Hussie. I am not profiting off of the use of these creations.

A long time ago someone proposed the prompt: “What I learned in Homestuck is…?” and I never could shake the idea. I wrote the script for this about a year ago, remade the panels about three times, and finally ended up with this. Please take your time reading, the song does not have lyrics. I recommend viewing this on my blog rather than on your dashboard.

Thank you, Homestuck. Thank you, Hussie. Thank you, fandom. Happy 413!

coloring pages | art tag | sketch tag | stained glass

good morning guys! good night! 

something i scribbled quickly.. it’s shoddy.. sorry

Handsome Jack©Borderlands
-going to bed-©me


Míriel Þerindë, mother of Feanor

@argonapricot this is for you!! thank you for the prompt. I had only drawn a quick bust of Miriel before, so this was fun! Also for the first time, in the history of this blog, i have drawn a portrait of an elf of the House of Finwe in a palette other than black and gold. 

- miriel was born on the long march west to Valinor, and restlessness is her bones. The only thing that can make her sit still of any amount of time was her embroidery, but even then she would work incredibly fast.

- She never quite understood what was so special about the light of the two trees, or why the Eldar had to go to Valinor. 

- She had no interest in anything to do with being Queen. She found the palace at Tirion upon Tuna to be confining and restrictive.

- Indis was her best, and closest of friends. 

Submitted for your approval: For a limited time, commissions are open! (at last!)

But first, I apologize for waiting so long to finally open these. Boo on me.

So, here are my base prices for drawing characters, which I’d like to focus on more so than, say, scenery or vehicles or what-have-you. I’d like to think I also specialize in spooky, dark, and macabre, but I’m open to other options! 

(“+1 character” refers to the cost for each additional character, but I’m not limiting it to two characters total!)

Interested? Other questions? Please don’t hesitate to message me here, via email, or on any of my other social media sites and I’ll be happy to discuss!

(I’m also selling a few of my pieces in my RedBubble and Society6 stores, where you can get them as prints, on a mug, as a sticker, even on a clock!)


(This is making me sad, this post isnt showing up in any tags no matter how I search, so reuploading it in hopes it shows up)

I honestly really like Final Fantasy XV, Finished it about two weeks ago. I had to make some sorta fanart for it after Cry started playing it. :D

I have no clue the time taken, only I have drawn this during every stream video and then some.

I couldn’t think of which Regalia design to put so I put the one that was more memorable haha.

Also sup guy is a moogle type plushie.

Sorry for not uploading much in so long.

Bigger version on my DeviantArt (Krystami) as I think putting a link is messing it up.

I really hate the trope where, after a long drawn out build-up of their relationahip, just after two characters have sex for the first time, canonically, they immedietly get separated (one or both dies/turns evil/gets cold feet, etc.). Not only does it seem to set up sex as the ultimate peak or goal of every relationship, it’s also a tired, cheap way to ratchet up the tension so those feels really cut deep. It’s really lazy writing and I hate it.


Cinderella AU:

Once upon a time, there lived a girl. Her name was Parker and she was a daughter of an art collector Archie Leech . They lived happily in their spacious house, surrounded by paintings of famed artists and various artifacts, brought home from their travels.  One late summer Archie came back from his trip with a woman, who he soon later married, and her two daughters. The woman was cold and many times young Parker wondered why her father would be drawn to her.

After a couple of years, Archie fell ill and no doctor in the land could save him. Medication and nursing consumed the bulk of their resources so after his death, the family was in serious debt. Parker’s step-mother didn’t pretend to hide her disappointment and decided that Parker should shoulder the consequences of her fathers demise. From now on, Parker was to take the position of their maid - only fitting, when they couldn’t afford one anymore - and look after the estate. Parker didn’t have a choice but to accept the burden and the accompanying abuse from her step-family.

Meanwhile, the kingdom was in need of an heir to the throne - that was what King Nate heard too often from his advisers. He himself didn’t particularly agree - he wasn’t that old and his son Alec would make an excellent king one day. Alec’s grandmother sympathized but well understood the political situation her grandson would soon end up in so together, they nudged the Prince gently to look for a potential candidate.

For his part, Alec was ambivalent - he could fall in love with someone, surely, but the crucial part of making an heir held no appeal. He went along with the search for a wife and wondered how he would do it.

Lurking in the background and often in the shadow, was Prince Alec’s loyal bodyguard, Eliot. Spending days and nights by the Prince’s side, he hid his feelings well. Even the Prince himself wasn’t aware of how deep Eliot’s love was, for the bodyguard would never risk being dismissed from his post for inappropriate desires.

Soon, they all would realize that what they needed all along was help from Sophie the Fairy Godmother, or as King Nate liked to call her, the Fairy Meddler.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 and there’s a fic to go with it | Part 5 | 

Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 |

Black Hat Drabble

Originally posted by zeynepneslihan

Requested by @xfadedmemoryx
Character: Black Hat
Theme: Angst
Word Count: 563
A/N: um i have never written for this character so cut me a little slack. Also Drabbles for me are between 550-750 words for me simple because i have a hard time with a 200 limit once i get going.
Tags: @outside-the-government @medicatemedrmccoy @dolamrothianlady @yourtropegirl @imoutofmyvulcanmind

Being a witch had its perks, dating a vampire as long had its perks. But when you worry about said vampire, that’s when it becomes a con. Practicing what the world considers dark magic, to ‘holy people’ it makes you no better than a vampire, but then again that’s probably while you were drawn to Black Hat. When the two of you meet, it was like magnets, the pull was almost impossible to ignore. Neither of you really cared for rules and you lived in ‘sin’. You ran your fingers over the scar on your palm from the continuous cuts so that Black Hat wouldn’t have to feed on anyone but you. You sadly had a jealousy issue and you refused to let him drink anything else.

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I have spent the better part of the past 2-ish weeks working on this, and omgosh I’m so glad to see it done! \\ ٩( ᐛ )و //  
The idea here was to try and design kimono ensembles for each gal basing them on their main outfits/colors and taking my interpretation of their personalities into account. I’m not sure that I actually ‘nailed it’ with these designs, but I had a lot of fun! (❁´▽`❁)*✲゚*

lmao, comic sans am i right? anyway, let me tell you about a project i have been working on silently for the past 3 or so months. MOONLIGHT, a story abt two girls who fall in love. except, one of the girls is a vampire and they go on a vast array of crudely drawn adventures. i have been staying up countless nights trying to make this thing a reality and i have been having a very hard time with it. but, come hell or high water i WILL finish this thing. i’m estimating that it will be done sometime in 2020, that is a very long time away from now. and that is if im lucky by the way, if i’m busy for a few months? i’m getting blown off my schedule and that can post pone the comic even further. i am also throwing around plans to make it into a video game. i really want this to be a successful thing. if it would not be to much trouble i would really appreciate a reblog to spread the word about this project. hell, i encourage you guys to give me ideas. what do you want to see? i am MORE than happy to deliver what you guys want. thank you for reading and have a marvelous day.


How about a Bucky Barnes request where the reader is just so normal, and quiet, and just kind and it’s just something Bucky needs after all those years and is drawn to and he’s just this big puppy around them? xxx Have a great day <3 - anon

A/N- I hope you like this!

Originally posted by leafierleaf

You worked in the local book store, it was always rather quiet so you got quite long lunch breaks. Everyday you would walk to the coffee shop across the street, order a  hot chocolate and sit at the little table in front of the window with the two comfy chairs.

This had been a routine of yours for at least two years and in that time you had seen the coffee shop get more recognition and get busier at lunches, particularly because it was on one of the main streets the battle of New York happened on. You didn’t mind the hustle and bustle of the city people, you enjoyed people watching and it was always interesting to see who stopped in the shop. A couple of regulars like yourself, business men and women who found it on their rush to work, teenagers needing a place to hang out for an hour instead of going home. You had seen it all, but never him before.

It was a busy day, busier than usual and the harsh winter rain had everyone from the streets cramming into any shop they could find. You still managed to get your usual seat by the window and happily drinking your hot chocolate when he walked into the shop. He was tall, he had long brown hair that was wet from the rain, he was certainly muscular and at the bottom of his sleeve you could make out a glint of a metal prosthetic.

He got lost in the crowd of people and you went back to looking out the window, a few minutes later you heard someone clear their throat, “Excuse me,” came a quiet voice.

You looked up and were surprised to see the man from earlier in front of clutching a cup of coffee in his hand. “Do you mind if I sit?” he asked gesturing to the chair opposite yours, “There’s no other seating,” he explained sheepishly.

“Go ahead,” you nodded. He smiled gratefully and sat down opposite, “I’m Y/N,” you introduced and held out your left hand for him to shake. Hesitantly he did, just as you suspected he had a metal hand and you figured his whole arm was like that, he seemed shocked that you didn’t have any adverse reaction to his hand then settled in his seat.

“I’m Bucky.”

“Nice to meet you Bucky,” you smiled at him and sipped on your drink, “So what do you do for a living?” you asked him.

He seemed startled that you wanted to actually talk to him, he assumed that you would have exchanged names then sat in silence till one of you left. That was not the case. He eyed you up and down to see if you were any kind of threat or spy to get information, when he realised that you weren’t he chose his words carefully, “I uh, do public service stuff.”

“Oh, like a police officer?”

“Something like that,” he nodded, “What about you?” he asked, hoping to change the subject.

“I work across the street at the book shop,” you pointed out the small shop opposite where you and Bucky were sitting, it was a quaint little place that was tucked away from all the other shops along the street. Bucky recalled walking past it a few times but never really noticing it until now.

“Is it a nice place to work?”

You nodded enthusiastically, “The best! Of course I’m biased about it because I love books but it pays well and I can get a lot of reading done between customers.” Bucky and you talked until your lunch hour was over, you didn’t talk about all that much, just the weather, your job, silly plans for the future and what you were doing next weekend. The time flew by and when it was time to leave you almost didn’t want to go, “I guess I’ll see you around, Bucky,” you smiled at him and got up. He watched you leave the shop and jog across the street in the rain before you slipped into the book shop.

When he went home that day all he could think about was you. You weren’t like the other Avengers, for one you didn’t even seem to know who he was. There was a certain air around you that made him feel comfortable and safe, it had only been an off chance that he had ducked into that coffee shop to get out of the rain but he now realised that it may have been the best decision of his day.

The next day he got to the coffee shop in hopes that you would show up again, which you did. You were pleasantly surprised when you walked in and saw him sitting in the chair he had been in yesterday, you ordered your usual hot chocolate then walked over. “Fancy seeing you here,” you smiled at him as you took your seat.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Bucky asked, suddenly nervous. What if you didn’t really want to see him again? What if you were just being friendly yesterday?

You quickly shook your head, “Not at all. How’ve you been?”

“Fine,” Bucky nodded a little bit, “You?” he asked.

“Great,” you smiled, “I started reading a new crime book last night and I’m already a few chapters in. I think the killer may be the neighbour but that could just be a red herring,” you told him and proceeded to go into a bit more detail about the plot of the story so far.

Bucky listened to you talk, getting lost in the sound of your voice and inputting his own opinion every now and then. With you the whole world faded away, he didn’t have the pressure of living up to any expectations or shy away from doing something that might get the others on the team on edge. You didn’t know about that, he could do what he wanted without fear. Once again lunch came to an end and he was sad to see you go but you promised to see him tomorrow once more.

After a few weeks the other Avengers noticed a perk in Bucky’s attitude, they also notice he went out at the same time every day and got back happier than ever. “Maybe he’s discovered drugs,” Natasha offered dryly.

Steve glared, “Bucky would never,” he protested.

Natasha shrugged with a smirk, “You don’t know.”

“What if we just ask the guy?” Sam said.

“That’s no fun,” Natasha shook her head.

“It’s not about fun,” Steve said, ever the voice of reason, “It’s about what’s making him so happy. He’s had all the best therapists and none of them had this kind of effect on him.”

“He could have found his own therapist,” Sam suggested.

“Barnes hates all therapists,” Natasha countered.

“What if he’s into something bad. What if he’s joined one of those cult things?” Steve sounded concerned.

“He’s not in a cult,” Natasha rolled her eyes.

“You could just follow him,” Wanda suggested as she walked past them.

The three of them looked at each other, “That’s actually not a bad idea,” Sam nodded.

The next day when Bucky headed out of the tower Sam, Steve and Natasha set out after him and kept a good distance between them and him. “Where’s he going?” Steve asked as they ventured further into the town.

Natasha shushed him, keeping her eyes trained on Bucky as he weaved through the crowds and towards the coffee shop to meet you. Eventually he turned into the shop and they took a position across the street where they could see him but he couldn’t see them.

They waited a few minutes before they saw you sit down opposite him and greet him with a wide smile.

“Oh my god,” Sam said, stunned.

“This has to be a mistake,” Natasha shook her head.

“He has a girlfriend,” Sam whispered in shock.

Steve shook his head, “They’re not dating.”

Natasha and Sam looked at him, “How can you tell?” Sam asked.

“Because when she got there they didn’t hug or touch each other in any way, I know Bucky well enough to know they’re not dating.”

“No,” Natasha agreed, “But they want to be,” she smirked. The group watched you and Bucky have lunch together, it was quite a sight to see. Bucky was talking and smiling way more than anyone in the tower had ever seen him do, it was also pretty obvious that he got heart eyes every time he so much as glanced in your direction.

They couldn’t hear your conversation but both of you seemed enthralled with it and completely tuned out to the rest of the world. Just before you and Bucky left the group quickly went back home to the tower so they would arrive before Bucky got back.

When Bucky did get back Natasha, Sam and Steve were talking amongst themselves and their conversation stopped when Bucky entered the room. “What?” he asked, squinting his eyes at them.

“Nothing,” Steve replied innocently at the same time Sam asked, “Who was that girl you were with?”

Steve and Natasha shot him a glare while Bucky tensed up, “What girl?” he lied.

“The one you were at lunch with,” Sam prodded.

“Noone,” Bucky shrugged, “Her name’s Y/N,” he couldn’t stop the small smile that came on his face when he said your name and thought of you.

It quickly dropped off his face and was replaced with a blush when he noticed all three of them grinning manically at him, “Shuddup,” he mumbled and walked away from them.

“My friends found out about you,” Bucky mentioned casually at lunch the next day.

“Is that such a bad thing?” you asked, raising your eyebrows.

“When they’re my friends, yes. Well, they’re not really my friends. More my friend and his friends,” he explained.

“So why is it a bad thing?”

“They’re not exactly normal, it’s likely that they’re digging up everything about you that they can find.”

“Why? It’s not as if I’m your girlfriend,” you laughed, Bucky laughed too a little nervously. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it but it would be too dangerous, it was bad enough he was friends with you when you were so unaware of his past.

“These friends that aren’t your friends, are they with the police too?” you asked.

“In a way,” Bucky replied slowly.

“In what way?”

Bucky sighed, it was time to tell you the truth, “My friends are the Avengers. We go on missions and fight against people and things that want to harm people like you.”

You stared at him, “The Avengers?”


“The Avengers are your friends?”


“They’re the ones doing background checks on me?”


“Oh god,” you breathed, Bucky prepared for you to storm out, say that you never wanted to see him again and tell him where he could go. Instead he was startled by what you actually said, “Oh fuck, you’re friends are going to find all the crappy fanfiction I wrote about Harry Potter when I was twelve years old.”

Bucky chuckled, “Harry Potter fanfiction?”

“Shush, I was young and wistful to go to hogwarts,” you laughed.

“So you don’t mind that I’ve been lying to you?”

You shook your head, “Not really, doesn’t change anything so why would I?”

After a few months everyone noticed the change in Bucky, he was always happy and smiling. In fact Steve said he was almost back to his old self before the war, slowly they all met you and when you were around they could see an even bigger uplift in Bucky’s spirits. He doted on you in every way he could, he lit up at the mere sight or mention of you, it was plain to see you meant the world to him and he would do anything for you.

You didn’t get involved with any Avenger stuff, you liked living your ordinary life and Bucky was drawn to you like a moth to a flame because of it. He couldn’t even imagine what he would have been like at this point in time if he hadn’t chosen that coffee shop on a rainy afternoon, he did know that he wouldn’t be anywhere near as happy as he was with you. You were the one thing that made him want to live his life and be happy, you were the best thing that had ever happened to him.


A/N- I hope you liked it, let me know what you though! Requests are open but I’m currently on holiday so be aware that I won’t be able to do it until the end of the week at the earliest xx


Elizabeth and Jack, my first real OCs I started to build from the ground up such a long time ago. Above are the two most recent pictures of them I’ve drawn, and then the first three I ever drew. I haven’t gotten too much better since then, but I’m trying my best! A few friends have made versions many many levels above mine, but since this blog is dedicated to me and my progress- I won’t post them. 

this screams shklance to me

please brace yourself cuz this is a long post but honestly, this whole scene immediately reminded me of voltron. 

lance = kenai (the trouble-making idiot in light brown who smiles the whole time his shenanigans unfold)

keith = denahi (the angry one in blue who feels the need to put the trouble-maker in his place)

shiro = sitka (the mature one in dark brown who looks at the other two with fondness but isn’t afraid to put his foot down).


I had a character similar to @dokudoki‘s Core!Frisk that id never drawn before but had written about 6 chapters of story for. I gave up the idea a long time ago when Core!Frisk started going around cause id gotten beat to the punch

Void and Core have a lot of similarities so i never did much with Void- always was worried about being accused of copying and what now.But i finally went and drew Void and then just drew Core, too.

theres a lot of general differences in these two- Void is naturally in the void and Core is in the Omega Timeline, Void still has a semblance of a soul in them while Core is scattered, even miniscule differences like Core has endlessness in their eyes and Core just is ‘empty’ and the depth only reaches to the back of the skull. Core is a projection on dimensions that can regenerate themself and Void is more of a spectral creature that orients more about astral planes and jumping between them. Core is much more of a pacifist and more “Frisk” like while Void lacks much of their determination now and may resort to violence.