i hope you like it em!


Hints, hints! More hints! eXCITE! Drew these two together this time! I also put some green lights in there this time but I reaaaally gotta work on my shading with em! >:0

Also, I really wanna give Anti/ Jack a cool yet very shitty wardrobe in this comic! Hit me with funny ‘n’ offensive quotes y’all! This fictional character man dude bro needs ugly ass shirts! 

Also, listening to Imagine Dragons while drawing was a good idea! :D

Anyway, hope you like it! C:

Pls do not do the reposty stuff, thankers!

“Some people say you achieve immortality through your children,” said the minstrel.
“Yeah?” said Cohen. “Name one of your great-granddads, then.”
“Well… er…”
“See? Now, I got lots of kids,” said Cohen. “Haven’t seen most of ‘em… you know how it is. But they had fine strong mothers and I hope like hell they’re all living for themselves, not for me. Fat lot of good they did your Carelinus, losin’ his empire for him.”
“But there’s lots more a proper historian could tell you–” said the minstrel.
“Hah!” said Cohen. “It’s what ordin’ry people remember that matters.”

– on immortality | Terry Pratchett, The Last Hero

You can’t win ‘em all | P.P

Originally posted by hollandoakes

Anon note: Hey guys, been wanting to post this for a while. Just a short Peter Parker one-shot idea I had, haven’t actually posted in a while so…hope you all like it. 

Being a teenager was hard. What’s more, being a teenage superhero was harder. For Peter, dealing with obtaining these new powers was a struggle. The sudden increase in strength, agility and senses was muddling and Peter often went nights without sleep, mulling over the new situation. But what was even harder than being a teenager, or a superhero, was love.

      The girl wasn’t perfect, which was what made her perfect. Every flaw was flawless.

 “Peter?” Ned coughed, giving the boy a friendly shove. When he remained unresponsive, Ned sighed, following Peter’s line of sight. He wasn’t surprised to find his best friend to be honed in on a certain Y/H/C.

 “Peter, if you’re going to be such a hopeless romantic, at least make a move.”

This snapped Peter from his reverie and a furious blush slathered the pale skin of his cheeks.

 “I-I’m not a hopeless romantic!” He objected, trying to turn his eyes away from the girl but failing miserably. She was just so captivating. Ned rolled his eyes, watching the girl busy making conversation with a friend.

“Dude, I get what you see in her and everything. But stop moping around. Either make a move or let’s go to English. We’ll be late and I can not get another late pass from Ms.Thompson because of your idiocy.”

 Peter feigned a hurt look, knowing that Ned wasn’t truly worried. The class was more prehistoric than the dinosaurs.

   “I’ll go in a second.” Peter promised. “Let me just look at her a little longer.”

 Peter loved everything about you. From the way your hair was pulled high into a ponytail (that, even then, spilled over your shoulders), to the way that your eyes sparkled beneath the ugly light of the school. You lit up the entire hallway with your charisma. Grumpily, Peter recognized the someone else seemed to notice as well.


The words ripped down their hallway in sharp sound and your head turned. Flash’s grin widened impossibly more and he waved one beefy arm in your direction. The miniscule roll of your eyes tickled a smile onto Peter’s lips.         Dismissing your conversation with your friend, you plastered on an expression that at least didn’t portray dismay to the arrival of the school bully.

 “Hey Flash.” You greeted. Flash’s posse arrived not far behind him, parting the crowd with their clumsy ways, elbows waving.

 “I heard you’re going to the drive-in movie tonight?”

You wrinkle your nose, looking down at the books in your arms. “Um, yeah. I am.” You answered shortly. Flash grinned, leaning one arm against the cold metal of a locker. “Do you have a date?”

You let out an exasperated sigh. Flash was persistent  in his effort to get you to date him. To be honest, he wasn’t all that appealing, and you had your eyes set on someone else. A brown haired boy, to be exact.

  You didn’t know how to escape this one. You wanted to downright tell Flash no, but it wasn’t in you to be so cold-hearted to the boy, and it looked like you had been backed into a corner. Until one boy spoke up.

   “Yeah, she does.”

You looked up from your book, surprised to see Peter hurrying over. His head was ducked, but his shoulders were pushed back. You perked up a bit at Peter’s arrival, though your eyes flashed with curiosity. “I do?” You mumbled, more to yourself than anything, only for Peter to wink in your direction. “I do!” You exclaimed, facing Flash. “Sorry Flash, but i’m going with–”

“Me.” Peter inserted. “She’s going with me.”

Flash was bewildered by your team up with Parker and looked between the two of you skeptically. “You’re going with Parker?”

 You nodded brightly, smiling up at Peter. “Yeah. Maybe next time or something, Flash.”

You, of course, needed to play the part, and you wrapped one arm around Peter’s middle. He casually draped one arm over your shoulder and the two of you turned to walk away.

  “Sorry, Flash.” You heard Peter say over his shoulder. He was much more confident in your presence, you noticed. “You can’t win ‘em all.”

I bought a ukulele to learn to play songs for Rhos’ bardic inspiration poems I’ve written when we play D&D, and other dumb shit like this! I made this song up yesterday at lunch when I made two eggs and regretted it, but I ate it all anyways.

ANYWAY THIS IS TERRIBAD! I literally bought the uke yesterday and these are the first two chords I’ve learned. 😂 also my fingers hurt real bad!

@savoryelite Finally done!<3 Here’s your sweet daughter, Moselle! :D

Hope you like her~

The other OCs are here, in case you wanna see ‘em:[X] [X] [X] [X] [X] [X] [X] [X] [X] [X]


Sleight of Hand

They’re still staring each other down when the others shuffle into the room, a collective groan going up at the sight of them at each other’s throats once more.

“So,” Raven starts, conversational, “how do we think Clarke is going to murder Bellamy? Discuss.”

“Knife to the gut?” Miller muses, tapping a finger against his chin. “She’d want to draw it out.”

“She’ll push him off a high-rise.” Monty nods. “Messy, but satisfying.”

“I have it on good authority that she’ll disembowel him with nothing but a spoon and sheer willpower,” Clarke cuts in, dry, “but that’s just me.”

“You know, if you really wanted to get up close and personal with my body, all you had to do was ask.” Bellamy remarks, lips curling into a satisfied smirk when that pulls a scowl out of her.

Notorious criminal prodigy Bellamy Blake has been tasked with a seemingly impossible heist. Luckily enough, he just might have the right crew for it.

Read on AO3. 

anonymous asked:

How about drawing the band wearing each others clothes!! All of em or just one of em or whatever you want!!!! Im sorry u feel sad

this make me feel so much better! I have to thank you for this, hope you like it dear!

Because I’ve basically been told to upload this. I needed to prepare tho. :’D My Sh//eith shipper soul is crying somewhere in the corner. But what you don’t do for special people.


~ Valentine Day Cards from The CarzyBoiz ~

sorry, i rushed it. and yeah i’m late i know, i’m bad at keeping updates..

also thank you for @martziplier98 for helping me out for making these cards (by figuring what they should be saying and all that) so yeah! go check their tumblr out and give em a support! :D

hope you like it! @markiplier @crankgameplays @tyler