i think i have enough tags

anonymous asked:

No offence but it's hard to take your bottom/top discourse seriously when you clearly have a bias. I mean you agree with an ask saying Victor bottoms 80% but you want to talk about progressiveness? If you go through both of their bottom tags on ao3 there's clearly a mixture of oocness and in character stuff. You think Yuuri gets treated like a woman but I've seen more than enough fics where Victor is treated like a stereotypical uke because he's pretty.

none taken, i do not ask to be taken seriously and see your point and absolutely admit that i have a bias, which is my preference for vitya+service kink as i mentioned in the ask i just answered. there are a LOT more fics with vitya as service sub than service top and that definitely can and probably does affect my point of view. the best thing about preferences is that they can be different than what i consider to be canon, like in this case!

and yes i definitely agree about vitya being treated like that in too many fics as well, and just like with yuuri, those are the kind i’d rather just skip altogether. there def is an issue within fandoms in general with turning one party of mlm couples into a ~super uke~ and no one is safe from it really. my general feeling about yoi is that although it does happen to vitya as well, people tend to do that to yuuri a lot more while vitya gets painted as a bad guy more often. this could be my general protectiveness and advocacy for Soft vitya speaking tho!

So I’m super paranoid about everything now that pen@ltyw@ltz (misspelling because I don’t want it to show in a tag/ search) has been hacked.  And this is a thing I’ve been thinking about anyway, so I’m just going to post my thoughts on it now, while there’s no doubt that my account is still my own.

I’ll never say never, because who knows what the future brings, but as of right now, I have no plans to open a Patreon account or anything in that vein.  I don’t take commissions.  I don’t want to accept money or anything else for my fanfiction because of said paranoia; I still remember the horror stories of lawsuits and ruined lives specific to fanfic and, with the way our political climate is going in the US, I wouldn’t want to end up on the wrong side of someone with a vested interest in keeping their media product’s brand undiluted.

Do I think it’s likely that I would get sued or anything else?  No, not really.  But I really don’t want to take the chance because the stakes are so ridiculously high.  It’s not like running a stop sign on a country road, where even if you get caught the punishment is little more than an annoyance (though, when you’re poor, the associated ticket and fine is still a hit [and also assuming that you’re white and neurotypical], but I digress).  Every now and then I still see articles pop up here and there about small clothing labels and underground rappers that some big company stole from, then turned around and sued the literal pants off of to cover their tracks.  I fully believe that this kind of thing happens, because we’re small people that live in a world of corporate feudalism; money is above the law/ money is the law, and I really don’t want to run afoul of either.

I’m also going to give a few people that have my actual email a code word, because code words are fun, and so that if I ever get hacked, I’ll have a way of letting them know that I’m not me.  Yes, I know I sound like I’ve finally lost it, but an ounce of prevention, etc.

Girls having fun~

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so uh, about aizawa,

This is my new strategy for white people who ask "Do you work here?"

I can’t tell you how many nice (and not-so-nice) white women have walked up to me in a store to ask me where something is, how much something costs, or to otherwise find out information she should be getting from an employee who MUST BE ME because I am a brown person nearby on the salesfloor.  Nevermind whether I have on an overcoat, I’m wearing headphones, or I have a complete lack of nametag, apron, or company t-shirt, I still get asked all the time “Do you work here?”

Before, my standard response was to pause for just enough beats to make her uncomfortable and then say, “No I don’t.  What about me made you think I work here?  And please be specific.”  Face crack.  Every single time.

Thanks to a friend’s comment thread on the Internet, I have a new tactic.

Pretend you do work there!!  It’s brilliant.  Observe.

White Woman:  How much is this shirt?
Me:  The sign is right there.  Can you not read it?
White Woman:  I was just making sure to see if it was on sale.  No need to be rude.
Me: No need to be stupid.  The sign has the price.  The tag has the same price.  Therefore, that’s the price.  Why are you bothering me with this?
White Woman:  Well I never!  I need to speak to the manager!
Me:  Fine, so do I.  I don’t even like this store.
[we march to customer service]
White Woman:  I’d like you to fire this employee immediately.  He was SO RUDE and I’m going to take my business elsewhere unless he is fired right now!
Manager:  I don’t think –
White Woman:  [”I was told by Applecare” voice] YOU DON’T THINK!?  I’M CALLING CORPORATE!
Me:  And say what?  That a perfect stranger with no nametag, apron, company ID, or any other sign of being an employee was mean to you in a store?  Susan I don’t even work here.  I just felt like making you look like the ass you clearly are.  Have a nice day.

Like…I’m finna go shopping RIGHT NOW just to test it out.  I’ma put on my big obnoxious hipster headphones just so there’s no reason whatsoever someone would think I’d be on the clock, and I’ma casually walk through a store and just wait.  And I happen to be wearing black jeans and a black jacket, which is the unofficial NYC uniform of fast-fashion retail.  And H&M is like three blocks away too…

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I saw that the reaper76 tag was lacking a BikerAU (or maybe I didn’t search well enough I dunno) and I was like: “WTF where is the BikerAU at?!?!” So having not seen any fanart of that I decided to make some practice drawings. Heavily used google images as reference xD There’s more sketches and even tiny pieces of fics I’m working on. I’m seriously in love with this AU. Also, go listen to Hands by Barns Courtney.

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Why did this moment happen and why did i decide to gif it

anonymous asked:

i'm giggling to myself bc i keep imagining that sasuke's and naruto's friendship starts bc sasuke learns that naruto has massive chakra reserves and he's just like "well /hello destruction/" and they probably become everyone's worst nightmare.

The first time Sasuke really notices Naruto is during their Academy class’s unit on sealing.

To be fair, it would be kind of hard to miss him after the way he shoves so much chakra into the exploding tag he’s supposed to be making that he blows up the back half of the classroom and launches himself about twenty feet into the air. A couple of the other kids are a bit singed, and they end up having to share a room with another class until the terminally overworked Mokuton user can fix the wall and ceiling, but Naruto wanders back in the next day looking sheepish and entirely unharmed.

Since Sasuke saw him take the brunt of the explosion, this is worthy of note. So is the fact that he managed to shove enough chakra into the tag to burn out the safety seal that was supposed to keep things like that from happening.

Under the cover of Iruka-sensei’s yelling, Sasuke looks down at the diagram on his paper, a jutsu that his father dismissed as unreasonable and unusable given normal human limits, and thinks, Huh.


“All your old designs?” Shisui says with some confusion when Sasuke tracks him down after class. He rocks back on his heels, eyeing Sasuke a little warily, and swipes ineffectually at an ink-stain on his cheek. “Yeah, I still have them—I wouldn’t throw them out after you gave them to me for safekeeping, brat.”

“I need them,” Sasuke says with determination. “All of them.”

Shisui blinks, then tilts his head, studying him for a moment. “You know the amount of chakra they need would kill most jounin,” he says, though it’s too curious to be an accusation. “I think even Sarutobi-sama might have trouble with some of them. You’ve got a habit of thinking big, kid.”

“Are you going to give them to me or not?” Sasuke demands crankily, because he’s got curfew in three hours and he still has to pick through his plans to find the easiest one and find Naruto.

“Of course.” Shisui sounds offended that he’d think otherwise. “They’re your designs, Sasuke. Check the hall closet, top shelf—Tenzō!”

Shisui’s boyfriend takes one look at the manic light in his eyes, the scrolls scattered over the breakfast table, and the ink smeared across his face, then blanches and turns right back around.

“No no no!” Shisui lunges after him, grabbing up his scrolls and vaulting clear over the table. “Tenzō, no, come back, I swear this one isn’t like last time, this is a brilliant idea, you will be blown away!”

“Urgent mission, ANBU called, I have to go!” Tenzō calls over his shoulder as he bolts.

Tenzō! That wasn’t even a convincing lie! Come on, you’re the only one in the village with Mokuton, you have to try this or my brilliance is wasted, it’s a gorgeous jutsu! Tenzō!”

Sasuke rolls his eyes as the yelling fades behind him and heads for the closet. The box with the jutsus his father rejected is right where Shisui said it would be, and Sasuke clutches it and thinks a little gleefully about the potential of even one of these jutsus, provided he can get Naruto to agree. The destructive power. The awesome might. The possible explosions.

(Somewhere deep in R&D’s basement Mikoto pauses in the middle of creating a devastating combination jutsu, and turns to smile fondly at the picture of her youngest son on the wall. She’s so glad he got more of her proclivities than Fugaku’s, even if her husband does tend to complain about the property damage more frequently since she introduced him to the wonders of explosive chakra techniques.)


Naruto is just heating up water for his nightly cup of ramen, halfway through trying to factor a new jumpsuit into his monthly budget while still having money for Ichiraku’s, when there’s a knock on his door. A little wary—because Hokage-jiji usually warns him when he’s going to drop by, and there’s no one else who visits Naruto—he pulls it open, and finds himself face-to-face with the weird nerd who spends pretty much all of their time in class drawing on big scrolls. Iruka-sensei yells at him to pay attention almost as much as he does Naruto, which automatically makes Naruto like him.

But he and Naruto have never even spoken before, so Naruto has no earthly idea what he’s doing here.

“Hello?” he asks.

The boy thrusts the shoebox he’s carrying at Naruto and says, “Your chakra reserves are amazing will you try my jutsus?”

This is, Naruto learns much, much later, the Uchiha equivalent of a marriage proposal.

Even if he’d known, he probably still would have lit up with glee and cried, “Yes!”


“Not a word,” Mikoto tells her husband as she ladles miso soup into five bowls instead of the usual four.

Fugaku rolls his eyes at her, ignoring her warning to offer, “I don’t think Kushina would have liked anything more than for you to take in her son.”

“And now we have an excuse,” Mikoto says triumphantly, waving the ladle like it’s a weapon to stab Danzō and the other Elders with. “We couldn’t approach him but they didn’t say anything about Sasuke now did they? Hah!”

“I think,” Fugaku says dryly, casting a glance at where Sasuke is looking halfway to manic as he explains one of his jutsus to a beaming Naruto, “that the Elders are very shortly going to have much bigger things to worry about.”

hey. now that tumblr has completely fucked external links, i’ve noticed people have workarounds for artists who want to link their patreon/redbubble/what have you, but this doesn’t exactly work for writers who host their work on external sites like ao3.

please think about writers too. we have a hard enough time getting our work spread as it is, and now if you post a link to your latest fic it doesn’t even show up in tags. sure, i could post it all on tumblr as well, but then i have no idea if anyone is actually reading it. there’s no hit counter, no anonymous button to say “hey i liked this!” like on ao3. writing is an art too, and it hurts like nothing else to have something you poured your soul into ignored.

boost the shit out of writing. at this point reblogs are all we have to reach a wider audience.

SVU Thoughts

Just a quick (lol jk) overview of S18, now that it’s finally over, and some wishes for S19. I just had to put this post together, to properly leave S18 behind.

Character Progression in Season 18

Liv

She started off the season in a happy relationship, freshly back from a Paris vacation. She ended the season single af. Nothing else changed. Her professional life is exactly the same, and her personal life consists of Lucy practically living in her house.

Barba

He started off the season doing nothing. He ended the season also doing nothing. The only thing that changed was a suspension on his record, for something that happened decades ago, and the further deterioration of his career. The promising storyline of his death threats was dropped, and we still know absolutely nothing about his personal life.

Sonny

He started off the season as a recently licenced attorney who was doing job interviews for ADA positions. That was never mentioned again, same as his law degree and career aspirations. He ended the season as just another cop. He is the only character with a positive development in his personal life, as he was briefly revealed to be dating someone who’s a 34B.

Amanda

She started off the season living with baby Jesse and Frannie, she got a (temporary?) houseguest in the form of her sister Kim, and now I guess she’s Kim-less again  (which is her loss). Absolutely nothing else happened in her life, personal or professional.

Fin

He started off the season wanting to become a Sergeant. He is the only character with a positive development in his professional life, as he passed the Sergeant’s exam. He did not, however, end the season as a Sergeant. He’s still a detective, badge and all, and he has not yet been “appointed” a Sergeant. The promising storyline of his son having a baby was dropped, so no Grandpa Fin for us.

To summarize: Liv is single, Sonny is not single, and Fin is almost a Sergeant. That’s all. 

Now let’s compare that to, say, Season 17. 


Character Progression in Season 17

Liv

She started off that season alone, and she ended it in a happy relationship with Tucker. That relationship was tested, and it also put a delicious strain on her friendship with Barba, though both of those problems were thankfully resolved. She had to assert herself with Mike Dodds, who was the Chief’s son-slash-plant, as well as a Sergeant who was hellbent on proving his worth, sometimes even undercutting her authority. She showed Mike who was boss, he fully accepted her as his superior, and then he died, leaving her to deal with his loss and the blame, which she thought fell on. Liv was tested as a leader, as a friend, as a romantic partner, and as a mother, and she came out wounded, but on top.

Barba

He started off the season doing nothing (lol), but he then tackled several politically charged cases and he stuck to his guns, every time. He fought for his beliefs, even when he disagreed with the squad. Barba had to deal with politicians and community leaders and union reps and and media attention. He was under pressure from his bosses (something acknowledged by other characters, like Liv and Sonny) and we got to see him as part of a relatively fully-formed political universe, which, in turn, allowed us to see what he was made of. We got to witness his stress, but also his backbone. Near the end of the season, we learned he had been receiving death threats, which again allowed him to show how fearless he is. When the season ended, we left him in protective custody, still in danger, but “not worried, not in here.”

Sonny

He started off the season as a recent law school graduate, studying to pass the bar and considering his professional options. We got to see him shadowing Barba to advance his legal knowledge, we got to see him thanking Barba for the help, we got to see him celebrating his success (passing the bar exam) with the squad, excited hugs and all, and we also got to see Barba suggesting an ADA spot in Brooklyn, as a possible career option for him. Sonny had a very cordial relationship with Mike Dodds, who wasn’t accepted very warmly by the rest of the squad. That showed Sonny’s supportive and friendly side. When the season ended, we got to see Sonny’s renewed desire to stay with SVU, after Mike’s death, because career aspirations are one thing, but Sonny’s work family is another. And Sonny wanted to be there for them. Still, the door was left open for Sonny to eventually pursue a different career path.

Amanda

She started off the season unexpectedly pregnant, and she made the decision to have the baby. She managed to overcome her struggles with addiction, for the sake of her child. She tried to reach out to her family for help (which, gurl!) and she was betrayed by them yet again. She found herself alone, or so she thought. In truth, Amanda found another family, in her team mates. Her relationship with Fin, which used to be more heavily featured, was strengthened and showcased after many years, and she also learned to rely on Sonny, as a good friend and an even better babysitter. Her relationship with Liv was also strengthened, and they were there for each other as mothers, as women supporting other women, even when they had professional disagreements. Amanda also had a very tense relationship with Mike Dodds, which enriched her character. It allowed her to keep her trademark sass/spunk while also showing her more human side, as she came to appreciate Mike, the more she got to know him.

Fin

He started off the season regretting the fact he wouldn’t step up and take the Sergeant’s exam. He resented Mike for that, even though it wasn’t Mike’s fault, and we got some interesting scenes between him and Liv, discussing just that. Discussing their lives, their careers (especially at their respective ages) and their future. Their responsibilities as the (de facto) leaders of the squad. Fin also got to be there for Amanda, as I mentioned above. At the end of the season, we also learned that his son was in the process of having a child, and Fin was an excited grandpa-to-be.

Mike

He didn’t get the character development he deserved until later into the season, but he did function as a catalyst, allowing us to see different sides in all the other squad members. That’s why a new character always brings something to the show. New dynamics are created. Again, the writing did not do Mike justice, and his death was rather senseless, but we did get to know him, in the end. He started off the season as a somewhat detached and aloof character, but he ended it as a member of the team. One we were all sad to lose.

So yeah. Draw your own conclusions :D

My conclusions?


Season 19 Suggestions

  • Bring in a new squad member.

That will breathe life into the show (like Sonny did, when he arrived) and it will flesh out the rest of the characters, as they try to navigate a new presence in the (practically empty) squad room.

  • Map out individual character arcs.

Take each character and say, “They will start the season HERE, and they will end it THERE.” It doesn’t have to be anything elaborate (especially for the characters who aren’t Liv). But it has to be something. Personal or professional. Some type of progress. Some forward movement. They can’t all end the season right where they started.

  • Rediscover the sense of a squad.

The characters are people. Colleagues. Friends. Family. They need to interact more heavily, in ways which showcase their dynamics. Similarities and differences alike. Since there are no actual “partners”, utilize that by mixing up the duos working each case. Don’t isolate characters. Integrate them. 

  • Expand the types of cases being investigated.

Don’t just show “rich white people” crime, and exclusively focus on he said/she said rapes. Don’t show the same crime fifteen times. Variety is key.

  • Showcase Barba in the trial portion of the show.

Don’t waste time arguing physical evidence, when the legal arguments are much more interesting. Don’t spend twenty minutes on the defense attorney victim-blaming. Show Barba being cunning. Being smarter. Don’t allow him to be swayed by the non-lawyers (like Liv) or even the lawyers (like Sonny). Barba is the ADA, he makes the decisions. Show that. Give him back his strength and his big brass balls. Have him win, personally, and fail, personally.

  • Remember who the characters are.

And what they would do. Or what they wouldn’t do. Don’t sacrifice that for the sake of a twist, unless it’s a very good twist. Also, remember who the characters are to each other. Strengthen their bonds, show some friction, but let them be who they are. They’ve all existed for years, and they now transcend the week-to-week writing. Listen to the cast, and let the characters be true to themselves.

biacrazy67  asked:

Help I cannot have enough of Paperhat :'v XDD jk, I was scrolling through the Villanous tag and I found some gud shipping and sum of the arts were yours ewe after that I was chasing paperhat, and you were the most one with them (tagged) I think djgfbvfiuvfk XD your art is really gud owo I couldn't even sketch like that in a million years ewe gud job :3c

I got chu fam, making addictions worst

((Thank you qwq 

My sketching isn’t the greatest but I try my best to sin owo))

Random prompt thing

I really want to see something from Shiro’s POV where the team finds him and he’s okay!! And everything seems great but then Shiro realizes that great googly moogly everything’s gone to shit while he was away. Namely, his teammate has gone to shit; Lance and Keith are my faves for this, but it could work with anyone really

  • Like, Pidge hasn’t been eating or sleeping this whole damn time
  • Hunk’s anxiety is acting up a lot
  • Keith has completely isolated himself from the others and is training 25/8
  • Lance completely hates himself/blames himself for Shiro disappearing
  • ET CETERA. Something like that idk

And they’ve been pushing aside their issues because we gotta find Shiro

No one else noticed, because of course they didn’t. Everyone was so focused on saving the universe and saving Shiro (maybe even dealing with some of their own issues/guilt, idk) that they didn’t see what was happening as their teammate was slowly falling apart; it’s so gradual that it’s hard to even see it happening at all, until Shiro comes back.

Immediately he says ‘woah wait wtf is up with [whoever] are you ok??? what happened??’

and everyone else is like ‘wait what? they’re fine’

‘uhm no? why are they [lists a bunch of traits that have been slowly developing for months now without anyone noticing]’

‘…shit.’

and then you CUE THE ANGST!! ~Doves fly from the rafters~

the only dps i really need to be playing is hanzo but he’s one of the ones i haven’t fucking touched

tfc characters as things i've heard at college
  • dan: "you know, when i applied to college i didn't realize i was selling my soul to the devil"
  • kevin: "i'm a athletic"
  • andrew: "i was like, who the FUCK touched me"
  • matt: "oh jesus fucking christ what am i doing?"
  • aaron: "megan, stop. no one likes you"
  • seth: "dude it's not even 9 in the morning shut the fuck up. please."
  • allison: "i had to blow dry my hair bc i walked outside and it froze"
  • nicky: *professor says something* "that was bullshit"
  • renee: "hey, god? end this"
  • neil: "do u think if i just pretend to drop dead right now or faint she'll move the test back?"
  • riko: "i have no life by the way"
  • jean: "i cried until i fell asleep last night"
You once said that a step towards recovery means I’ll need to break myself into pieces, darling I’ve been trying to put my heart back together. I like to step on myself sometimes, I don’t take compliments well because I don’t think too highly of myself. When you step on the same lego piece everyday even your ego starts to melt a little. You once said that if I find someone to hold my thoughts before I hold their heart– then maybe she’s the one. Or maybe there’s no one out there, who knows, right? We can circle around this a little longer than always, but I’ll always run back to the why. Why do I want to conquer my memories? Each city that I’ve built for them inside of my head is still bright and I’ve not let a single light bulb blow out, I’m so out of it– while thoughtlessly I’ve been reaching out of my head, my heart likes to beat me to it. It says that love can only be achieved if I chase after it. You once said that I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. Do you still believe in those words? Because if I’m not cruel to myself, I could be cruel to someone else. If I read enough books, do you think I’d finally own a chapter in my own life? If I open up some more, will I close off opportunities for myself to the prospect of loving myself? And what about them? Vanity is my master and I’m a slave. It’s okay to be a little vain sometimes, right? I’ve got it in my veins, maybe I’m the only honest one. You once said that if I trip over the same rock and stub my toe a million times within a week, you’d still say it’s okay. Like falling requires gravity to bend to my whispers. Like drowning demands my lies to swim back to shore. Like dying seeps through my eyes, how can I love if all I’ve got is missing pieces? You once said that a river flows like time and if I’m out of seconds– you’ll just record your voice saying I love you until I finally get it. I remember everything that love has to offer, but never the person. I remember the feeling of infection that is affection. And if I walk alone and get hit by a car, maybe it’s just another story that I won’t write. Some words live in between the lines, I’ve been seeing dualities. Life and death is just a kiss and hug. Black and white, storms and clouds are just pears and apples. Poetry and prose likes to sound sweet, but it’s the bitter bits of me that’s suicidal. Love and hate was born from strangers, so you never knew the difference between the moon and the sun– the lightness of tomorrow likes to coat the darkness of past days. Cigarettes and lung cancer, a dance of smoke that disguises itself as stress free, do you think I’ll die healthy? Drugs and my body, which one will make me feel better if I’ve been sweating for a week? You once said that we’re spinning around in a circle just waiting for someone to stop by– grab my attention and you can have my voice, steal from my hands and you can have my poems, which hurts more to have loved or to not have loved at all? An empty silence that’s so full of itself– I can’t hear myself think inside of my own head. I’ve got file cabinets tagged under read later, but I’m a sucker for love– so I feed into it. You once said if the sky breaks into a brighter day, you’ll be there. That is wishful thinking, my favorite kind. Words can’t give meaning to our story, but we still write. You once said that it has to mean something. Every statement paused long enough for several lifetimes to become real again. It feels like such a long time, but we’re still in love with them in there somewhere. It’s buried. It’s in a coffin, but it’s there and we know it. We can hear it. We can hear it. Fuck, we can hear it. That little beating that isn’t ours, it’s always theirs. And that’s my fear, you once said that maybe that’s my fate– I’m supposed to cling onto that strand of innocence, of who I used to be, to remember what it feels like to feel, it has to mean something. Giving meaning to nothing, my favorite pastime. Giving something to someone, the only way that I’ve been living. You once said that until I learn to keep more for myself, I’ll always end up in square one– alone, but as long as I’ve got you, it’s not true, right? Some thoughts like to sleep alone, that’s not one of them. Hold onto that piece of us, the poetic storm that is joy. Keep your kindness to a burn, a stretched out sunrise screaming your name is my simmer. I know about nothing and that’s my one redeeming quality. I know that I don’t know shit, and that’s why I write like this. I know that I don’t love like I used to, and that’s why I love like this. I know that I’m not the same person from last year, and that’s why my guilt likes to trip up. I know that I’m no longer in love with her, but I can’t seem to explain the empty feeling unless I spell her name backwards under a star somewhere that I can’t touch. I know that I’m still messed up, but I’m just taking advantage of my youth. You once said some people will get over you in a week, but it’ll take you a lifetime to get over someone. If forever is a drug then I’ve overdosed. If always is a lie then I’ll take the beautiful. If never is more and a secret is sore– then I’m sorry about the words that didn’t stop, I am trying. I am always trying. You once said that if we kiss the ocean long enough, the mountains will answer. I’ve buried my love letters on the highest mountain and emptied my heart into my art. If I live long enough to spread my wings, do you think I’d still be condemned? Life is too short to live in the past, but I can’t stop asking about my what ifs. Love is too long to just be over, but I’ll just keep painting over it with a new layer of red. If you’re still reading, then I’m still writing. This yin and yang battle of ours has no meaning. Tortured souls live in the canvas and I’ve seen enough chains– I shall be unbound someday. You once said I love you– darling, that’s the only fucking truth that I believe in. You once said that soulmates aren’t always lovers– I guess it’s just you. You once said that flowers don’t just bloom, they wilt– so I guess I’m just withered. You once said that if you had your way, I’d own the universe. You don’t get it. When you became my best friend, I got it.
—  You once said

@thebbros Whenever I try to submit my drawings it never works so hopefully just tagging you might be enough? ;w;

I think you might have seen her before but idk, but this is Sweetums, a Batim (or in this case a Babtqftim) version of one of my OC’s, Sweetie :3

She works as a paint dancer, which is kind of like those people you see in cartoon bars who dance and sing for audiences I suppose? Onlyyy she uses a magical paintbrush to create really cool and pretty shapes and designs out of ink as she sings and dances ^^

She’s really nice, and she’s always happy to put on a show. She’s very energetic in her performances and tries to be as inclusive as she can, even if it’s just by dancing or singing around audience members.

She’s overall very kind and friendly, and will try her best to help out anyone in need. Making a living solely based on her short performances is kinda tricky, but she makes the most out of it. ^^ 

(Sorry for the long info thingy and hopefully this isn’t too late to show for the whole background character thing ;w;)