i'm just posting it anyways haha

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Someone wanted process on FB (there’s not much unfortunately plus there’s that whole weird skip where there was a lot of layering/overlaying/curve using).

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Welcome to City Hall

um. so i have a lot of sentiment attached to this picture, since it was maybe the first properly completed piece of art i’ve done in a few years (i know i’ve uploaded things recently, but it took a while to get this scanned). sometimes you get stuck in a rut and then a spark of inspiration comes along that kicks you up the backside until you go find your watercolour set, and for me that spark was the MBMBaM tv show, apparently. episode 2 is probably my favourite, and the scene with Mayor Williams (if i may call you Mayor Williams) is one of many many many highlights.

there’s lots of little errors that i keep picking up on (i was Extremely Rusty especially in the inking department) but mainly i’m just very proud of finishing this and i hope it makes someone smile like the show made me smile (eg. like a big goof).

…this is the most cutesy thing I’ve done in a while but maybe that’s just me HA dun mind me or all the Redbubble spam lately.

HDM month | week 3: favourite relationship

Lyra & Will

“She could see from his eyes that he knew at once what she meant, and that he was too joyful to speak. Her fingers were still at his lips, and he felt them tremble, and he put his own hand up to hold hers there, and then neither of them could look; they were confused; they were brimming with happiness.”

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Based on a fun little RP @vikingmera and I wrote a while back. An Undertale AU where Asgore was the sixth human to fall into the Underground. Gaster has been trying to hunt him down since he emerged from the Ruins, effectively taking up a mid-boss role. It takes a great amount of convincing for Gaster to accept that Asgore is a merciful human. But, like all Boss monsters, he eventually concedes, claiming he will benefit more from studying the human than he would from killing him.

He (reluctantly) offers Asgore shelter, and breakfast, in the form of burnt and mutilated pancakes. Still, Asgore does not complain. Having a small couch to sleep on and undercooked pancakes for breakfast beats sleeping rough in Waterfall any day.

And this is a warm-up sketch based on that scene. I probably won’t finish this, but wanted to post it anyway. :3c;;
…I’m not very public about RPs I write with friends; I’m flustered just writing this haha /)//w//(\;;

Burnt Into Ashes (OCs, sickfic, part 3)

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3

By the time Elliott got to the restaurant, Liam was waiting for him with an unbridled glare. Elliott half expected a slap in the face when Liam strode toward him - it had never happened before, even during their worst fights heading into the breakup, but Elliott wouldn’t have put it past him.

“You’re late, Chapman,” Liam snapped, though Elliott thought he saw a flicker of…something in his face. It might have been sympathy, but it disappeared so quickly that he could just as easily have imagined it. “What do you have to say for yourself, then?”

Elliott opened his mouth to reply, to tell him he was sick, he shouldn’t even be here to begin with when he wasn’t scheduled, but he didn’t have a chance to form so much as a syllable before his nose twitched. Liam was the last person he wanted to sneeze around, but he didn’t get a choice in the matter as he hastily twisted to the side.

hh’EHGKTzISSH’u!” Wincing, he emerged from his forearm, trying to blink away the pounding ache that spiked in his temple. His throat burned, and he didn’t trust himself to speak without coughing.

Liam recoiled, and in his haze, Elliott couldn’t tell whether it was out of disgust or…other reasons. “Good lord, keep that to yourself, will you?”

Elliott scowled and cleared his raw throat. He tried to pretend the comment didn’t sting - he supposed he should’ve expected  it. “Tryi’g. You’re the ode called mbe id. How lo’g ab I worki’g, adyway? You ndever said.”

Elliott knew he was pushing his luck, but Liam, for once, did not admonish him for his bristly tone. Instead he seemed to genuinely consider it. “Through the lunch rush, at least, and quite probably through dinner as well. I suppose I did say you could do half, inconvenient as it is…”

“Id–idcodvediedt?” Elliott stammered, incredulous.

“Yes,” Liam said briskly. “We are short today, as I said. So I’ll need you as long as possible.”

Elliott stared, mouth hanging open. He wasn’t sure if it was the fever or the shock of Liam blatantly ignoring how ill he was that was muddling his head, but either way, he didn’t have enough time to sort out his thoughts before Liam spoke again.

“Get to work now, will you?” With that, Liam turned on his heel to wait his own tables, leaving Elliott standing, stunned and shivery, in the lobby. He wished more than anything that he could keep his sweatshirt on while he worked, but alas, he hung it on the hook in the coat room and clocked in before trudging to his section. He was freezing, and it made him cough each time the tremors tore through him.

As he rattled off the specials to the couple at his first table, he kept stumbling over the words, trying not to stammer or sniffle. In the end, he wasn’t sure how much they even heard through the thickness in his voice, and he didn’t care. He had to sneeze so badly that he barely scribbled down their orders and took their menus before he wheeled around and buried his face in his elbow.

hh’GSsSH’mpf! hnh’nKGTZSHh! h-hh-hAH! AEGKJISsSHU!” Trying to hold them back did absolutely nothing but make the last of the triple harsher and wetter. He bit back a groan as he straightened, increasingly aware of how badly his body ached and how much he wished he could just sit down.

“What did I say about keeping that to yourself?”

Elliott jumped, snapping his head up to find Liam in front of him, arms crossed. Elliott didn’t have the will to argue, and his words came out feeble and hoarse. “Told you, I’b tryi’g. Y’kdow I cad’t stop theb like–” Like you can.

Liam’s frown deepened, though he glossed over Elliott’s unfinished reminder as if he hadn’t heard it at all. “Be that as it may, I won’t be losing customers because one of my employees is–disgusting–around the food.” He tripped over the middle of the sentence, and Elliott knew what he’d meant to say. Sneezing. He was sneezing around the food, and Liam still had trouble saying the word in public.

“Either that or spe’d half the day sdeezi’g id the bathroob,” Elliott muttered with a tired sniffle. “A’d you’ve already mbade it clear what you thigk of that.”

Liam appeared to be considering his employee’s predicament, lips pursed in a thin line. He soon made it clear, however, that this was not the case. “Regardless, have some courtesy. You can do as you please later.”

“Rhh-huh’IGHJShihSsH!..right…” Elliott breathed, dissolving into a regrettable bout of coughing. God, he wished Liam weren’t such an arse. He’d give just about anything for a bit of rest and a hot cup of tea. It would at least soothe his throat, which had been destroyed by the single sneeze.

“Did you even bother to take anything this morning?” Liam asked, clipped and irritable. If Elliott hadn’t known better, he might have mistaken it for some sort of abrasive concern. But of course, Liam had to be long over him. It had been months, after all.

Elliott balked at the question. “Nd-doh,” he admitted, sheepishly. “Forgot.”

Liam sighed, exasperated. “Of course you did.” He turned to leave without a hint of sympathy, nor an offer to let him off - as if Elliott expected either. “Just don’t pass out on me, alright?”

Elliott had taken to absently massaging his temple with the heel of his hand, and though he was sure he might fall asleep if he stood still too long, he replied with a mumbled, “Woulded’t dreab of it…”

Despite what he said, Elliott couldn’t shake the bone deep exhaustion that had him dragging through the entirety of lunch. He did his best not to look as miserable as he felt, but if he accomplished even a fraction of the attentiveness he didn’t have, he would have been amazed. Three times he wrote an order down wrong and had to stumble back to the kitchen to exchange it, each time earning him a grumble from Liam and a look of pity from anyone in the vicinity. Twice, he was asked why he was there, and when he offered his reasoning, his co-workers were stunned that even Liam would keep him there looking as awful as he did.

Elliott himself did his best to avoid the mirrors in the bathroom, especially when he ducked in to succumb to another sneezing fit. He didn’t need to make it worse by seeing how terrible he looked with his own eyes. It was enough to read the looks on everyone’s faces, ranging anywhere from poorly concealed disgust to deep concern.

Still, he managed, for the most part, to keep pace with the rush until near the end when a series of dizzy spells overtook him. He was aware by now that his fever had risen, and while he tried to ignore it, it was wearing him out. His shirt stuck to his back and he shivered each time a draft hit him. He was on his way back to a table, bearing a tray of drinks when he caught himself stumbling sideways. He caught himself against the wall, but in the process sacrificed the tray and its contents to the floor with a loud CLANG!

Someone came over and put a hand on his shoulder. “Whoa, hey, are you alright?” It took him a minute to realize it was Gabriel, one of the restaurant’s newer employees - a tall, lanky fellow about Elliott’s age, and kind as anything. Elliott was grateful for the steadying hand as he tried to straighten and regain focus through the fog in his brain.

“Y-yeah, I’b fihh-huh–IGKtZIhSSH!” The sneeze cut him off, and he was immediately bracing himself against the wall again, bent almost double. “Hehh-hh’EHJSsSHISH! hah’AEGHSsChU! hih’yIGHTSsSCHU! h-haehhEIJhSSCHISSH’uh!” Gabriel kept a steady hold on his arm, and if Elliott were honest, it was half the reason he didn’t sink to the floor then and there. He brought his free hand to his face, covering clumsily with the back of his wrist when the sneezes kept coming. “h-hih’IhJSCHISH’U! huh’UHKgTZISSH’h! hah’AEHJSZHISHh! huh’EHGKTzISSHU!

Each one was explosive and had him curling in on himself. He couldn’t take a full breath between, and even if he could, breathing hurt after all the coughing he’d done over the course of the day. He couldn’t even attempt to stop the sneezes, they were so forceful, so insistent, so merciless.

Gabriel’s hand left his shoulder, and for a moment, Elliott was sure he would fall over. He tried to open his eyes to see where his co-worker had gone, but each time, he had to slam them shut again. “hiEHh–EHZhJISsSH’U! huh’UHkGTZSCH! Hh-h-hehh! IDhJzSSCH’u!

Just as Elliott was considering letting himself drop, the hand returned, and this time with another that pressed several paper napkins into Elliott’s own. He hadn’t thought about it until now, so wrapped up was he in remaining on his feet, but he desperately needed them. He crushed them to his face as the fit finally tapered off, blowing his nose in the aftermath. The ordeal left his head spinning, and Gabriel steadied him when he swayed.

“Are you certain you’re okay?” Gabriel asked. “I don’t have a car, but I can call a cab for you.”

Elliott had time neither to answer nor recover before another voice cut in.

“Oi, what’s going on here?” Elliott blinked in an effort to clear away the fuzzy blackness at the edges of his vision and found Liam, gesturing to the pool of drinks on the floor. “What are you two doing? This isn’t the time for tea and cuddles, in case you hadn’t noticed.” He pointed at Gabriel with a sharp jab of his finger. “You - clean that up while I deal with him.”

“But–Liam–” Gabriel started.

“I said take care of it!” Liam barked, and then turned to Elliott without leaving any room for discussion. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, anyway?”

“S..sdeezi’g…” Elliott mumbled. Both his own voice and Liam’s sounded distant in his ears, and he was surprised at how difficult it was to get the one word out. It was like speaking through molasses, like his lips had gone numb and he had forgotten how to make words.

“Well, don’t just stand there,” Liam said, nearly shouting at him. “Your table is waiting, and now you’ve been here for god knows how long chatting with the new boy–”

“Liam, you’re being a bit hard on him,” said someone else, a girl - Alisa. She was always sticking up for Elliott when Liam came down hard on him, and Elliott was especially grateful for it right now. He was starting to zone out of the conversation, only catching snippets of what they were saying. His hearing faded in and out, though he caught a bit where Liam barked at him again to retrieve another tray of drinks.

Elliott willed his legs to move, but they wouldn’t budge. “Liab…” he said, barely a whisper. “I…I ndeed t’ sit d…” He didn’t manage to finish the sentence as the blackness encroached and the scene blurred before him.

“Watch it, he’s–!”

Elliott didn’t get to hear what he was. He was only aware of his body going weak, and then his knees buckled. He didn’t feel himself hit the floor.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Is there anywhere you've posted your brush settings? I wanted to check your blog before asking, but my computer didn't let me scroll down so I'm not sure how you keep it organized. Sorry if someone's asked you this before, but I just really love your art and I wanted to see how you do it haha

hey, thank you! i keep all info about brushes, programs, etc. in my FAQ but the brushes needed a big overhaul anyway SO

here’s an updated, more organized list of settings! feat. nichol, amelie, new unnamed OW oc, and dante ;3c

Daesung’s voice is srsly one of the most beautiful sounds my ears ever were blessed with. it’s such a perfect soothing, husky, soft but yet powerful voice. it’s so expressive. like i’m so in love with just his voice? even if i wouldn’t know what they look like or what kind of personality they have, i would do anything for a person with such a beautiful voice

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two steps forward and you’re at the start, who knew growing up would be this hard .. 🎶

anonymous asked:

do you, perchance, have any shadowhunters blog recs? pls?

ahh these are in no particular order and i’m sorry if i leave anyone out but here are some of the nice blogs that i follow that seem to post lots of shadowhunters content, i hope you like them!

@courageincombat @isabellelightboob @willjtudor @sapphicalexandra @alexandargideonlightwood @jaceherondalex @canislytherinthings @clizzyiscanon @aleclightwouldyounot @matthewbane @malecshappiness @malecsbiscuit @jemcarstvirs @mammafairchild @alecsplushpillow 

fluffy-not-chubby  asked:

Good morning/night/afternoon, I'm Fluffy! I was wondering if you can do RFA+Saran and V(if you want) reacting to an MC that tends think that they're too clingy, and distances them self from their S/o? Also, just wondering, but do you have any previous post than the one asking for asks? Cuz it's blank on my phone and idk if it's trippin or not. But anyways, thanks!❤

Hello, fluffy! I’d love to do your request! I’d never exclude V! He needs love!! Lots of them! I guess this is.. genderfluid? Haha, i don’t know the term, I apologize but I assume it is because you didnt have any specific gender
[ Admin Jiyeon ] 



RFA + Saeran & V to an MC who thinks they (MC) are clingy


Zen:

  • No come back
  • i need love 
  • He’ll try to understand at first and gets doubts
  • Mostly because he knows he’s very busy or something
  • And he’s paranoid of people leaving him
  • One day, he confronted them. Sit down and have a talk for an hour
  • It takes a while to break off their shell 
  • But when they did, Zen’s heart broke to pieces
  • He loves them and would love them being clingy
  • HE BECOMES EXTRA CLINGY TOO
  • Fluffy Zen


Yoosung:

  • ????
  • omg he’d cry don’t distance pls
  • He’s very clingy so, he kinda noticed right away, so he’d confront them
  • He sobbed, and cried and just plainly begged them to stay
  • MC was of course, confused but when he explained, they’d feel bad
  • pls comfort him tho
  • if they explained, he’d feel bad and cuddle them tightly and not play lolol first
  • MC is his first priority and they always will be
  • He’d say something that makes them comfortable 
  • it goes like ‘ i like you being clingy ok dont distant yourself’ 
  • aww, puppy


Jaehee:

  • Oooh boi
  • Hello darkness my old frieend
  • She’d be very sad at first lol but eventually confronts them politely while smiling nicely as well
  • She’s polite and intellectual about it and think alot of cons but she’d still love them
  • When MC explained why, she just felt happy and relieved that its just like an assuming thing 
  • but, she’d say she’s okay with them being clingy to her and such 
  • She’d find it very vERY adorable and considerate of you to do so
  • SHe’d smother you in kisses though
  • Gayhee


Jumin: 

  • Jumin would be very intellectual like Jaehee and think about very deeply while drinking wine and sitting down and looking at the view through his penthouse
  • He would buy them some jewelries before confronting them
  • he may not show it but he was worried they’d leave him because he’s boring and such
  • Paranoid like Zen too
  • He’s clingy sometimes but when MC explained, he’d have a small tiny smile and hug you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, holding you tight
  • It’s just all romantic and stuff and he’d finish work early just so he can take you out to romantic date nights or stay in with you until you both fall asleep


707/Saeyoung:

  • Oh no no no no no no 
  • So scared and paranoid poor bby
  • Although, he’d love them to be clingy, he also has his distancing days
  • so he thinks it would not work out because of it
  • But when he confront them nervously and anxiously
  • Then
  • r e l i e f
  • He will sob out his small heart and hug you tightly, thanking them because of thinking of someone else before themselves
  • Also kinda shocked but eh

Saeran: 

  • OH NO NO NO NO NO NO 
  • HE’D BE VERY SCARED
  • Saeran will confront them right away!! NO QUESTIONS ASKED
  • He gets very shy, flustered, embarrassed and so
  • but when he hears the explanation 
  • he just
  • ‘cmere u precious lil bean i love you but ok’ 
  • He will ask them to be as clingy as they want because
  • HE’S CLINGY TOO! ( fite me ) 
  • The clingy dangerous couple! <3


V/Jihyun Kim

  • its okay
  • he’s the one who’s most calm about it
  • he’d think it’s some kind of.. self space phase they are going through
  • But when he gets paranoid too, he confronts them 
  • And just sighs in relief
  • He’d also love them to be as clingy because he never felt that kind of affection before so he’s kinda like.. craving for your clinginess?
  • like
  • ‘yes mc please hold on to my arm as we walk and kiss my cheek yes please’

one of the things i love about ruroken is the long takes

like this

and this

↑ the scene i took this from is ~30 seconds of action without a single cut… damn that must’ve been a pain to choreograph

also i love that they made it a point to capture the actors’ faces whenever they could so that the audience can see they’re not stunt doubles

↑ probably not the best example lol but tanigaki kenji mentioned that he got satou to repeat this stunt even though the first take was already fantastic (plus satou got his toe injured the day before) bc his face didn’t get caught clearly enough on camera. in the end the 2nd one turned out even better! (that said, getting it done in 1 take isn’t even easy to begin with…)

next is another one of my faves

drifting ????!!!??!!?!?

anyway there are so many other cool action scenes i’m *heart eyes*

I'm home!

Hey guys! I’m back home! Yay! Now I’ll be on more frequently. I’m so happy to be home but I’m also really sad to be away from my family. But I’m happy that I can finally be on more now. I still need to post a pic for getting 10k but I don’t really have any ideas. I guess I’ll just have to see what I can come up with. Anyways now just expect more than just asks from now on haha. I love all of you! 😗❤️

anonymous asked:

Racism sucks and all. But the videos of people stealing Confederate flags also suck. Stealing lf private property shouldn't be made into a heroic deed. Offensive or not, private property is private property. I own a Confederate flag because I'm a huge Civil War history nerd. I'd hate for someone to steal it from me because they assume I'm racist.

Haha, why would you send this question on anon when you just said the same thing on that post, @libertyatheistandy ? 

Anyway, I don’t give a shit about your property rights when you use them to be a racist.