know me challenge


I’ve seen that neopets brush art challenge going around (I wish I could link it but they seem to have changed url/deactivated) and it was missing the newer brushes, so here’s the full list from the Rainbow Pool ! 

I also added some “brushes” for the other colours that are only obtainable through other methods. Have fun!


Hypothetical Handplates scenario in which Sans realizes he can teach himself Common.

(Ugh, tumblr is making them blurry for some reason so I guess full-view if you want the not-blurry version??)

Convoluted explanation incoming. Handplates is an Undertale fancomic by @zarla-s and if you like Papyrus and Sans, go read it, is good stuff. So I guess this is an AU fancomic of an AU fancomic? I dunno, the idea wouldn’t leave my brain until I did something with it. So. Zarla did a Christmas doodle where Gaster gave the boys a box of ginger cookies that had the word COOKIES on the side in big letters, and because my job gives me way too much time to think about random stuff, I realized something.

In Handplates, Gaster taught the bros to read and write Wingdings but deliberately did not teach them monster Common (ie: English) so they can’t read his nametag or anything. Thing is, Wingdings is a 1:1 substitution cipher for English. Every Wingdings symbol exactly equals an English letter; it’s not a different language, just a different set of pictures. As somebody who has taught herself a fair number of substitution ciphers, there are a few things you look for when you’re trying to translate a code and you don’t have a key in front of you. Most notably, single-letter words (in English they will usually be A or I) or double letters next to each other. Like the OO in “COOKIES”.

Sans is smart. Gaster has fed them junk food before and odds are good Sans knows how to spell “COOKIES”. The word is on the box in huge letters and Gaster just said it out loud, so it is fresh in Sans’ mind. That double-O is a huge tip-off. He would put it together that the word on the front of the box matches what’s inside. Once you figure out a few of the letters, it becomes steadily easier to decode the rest.

I feel like Gaster exposes the boys to enough Common (the nametag, food wrappers, computer monitors, the books Sans sits on) that Sans could pick it up with a proper starting point. Papyrus probably not, because he had a hard enough time with Wingdings, but Sans is eager for any opportunity to undermine Gaster and I’m sure he’d jump at the chance. In this comic he elects not to tell Papyrus, though. He doesn’t know Gaster has cameras in the cell (or even what a camera is) but he’s figured out that Gaster can spy on them somehow, and the last time Gaster caught them learning something he didn’t like, Papyrus got the ever-loving hell beat out of him. So Sans keeps quiet about it for now. And thus starts the long-standing tradition of keeping important secrets from his brother.

On the technical side, it took me a freakin’ week to sketch and outline this whole thing. Coloring and shading only took me like a day. In the meantime Zarla actually kinda addressed the cookie comic, but this was almost done by then so oh well. I’m finding my poses and proportions turn out a LOT better when I’m doodling skeletons, like what, drawing basic anatomy will make you better at anatomy, you don’t say?? A lot of this was a self-challenge to see if I could imitate Zarla’s art style, and I referenced previous Handplates comics a lot for the backgrounds and Sans’ face. Full disclosure: Gaster’s pose up there is basically copied from Zarla’s original comic because I was rushing through to get on to the actual meat of the story. He’s just here for setup. I had fun trying to figure out how to do his Lost Soul head though. Also, I hate Papyrus’ face from the front. Also also, it was tricky trying to convey “mentally translating an unknown alphabet into a known one” when pretty much everyone who sees this comic is already familiar with the “unknown” one and not the “known” one, but I think I pulled it off. 

TL;DR- I imitated somebody else’s style to do an AU of an AU; I am not Zarla; Zarla is the creator of Handplates and also Gaster’s pose in the first panel; I like ciphers too much and also I gave the cookies icing because that is the only kind of ginger cookie I know.


Request: Can you maybe do a bad boy baekhyun series? It can be just a oneshot if you want! Can the girl be shy and innocent too? Thank you!!!

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 5539

Warnings: Mentions of abuse

It was an odd feeling, almost like you had been momentarily transported into a movie and you were experiencing the cliché firsthand, and it all began when your teacher announced the pairs of partners for the history project. You had been paired with the one and only Byun Baekhyun.

He was the picturesque “bad boy” type, clothed in tight black jeans and a leather jacket, even on hot days, without fail. Dark kohl always lined his eyes, enhancing the effect of his alluring brown irises. His hair was jet black and swept up and off his forehead, held in place by gel.

Baekhyun had a devilish charm to him that you couldn’t describe, his aura seemed incredibly mysterious, almost like there was something he concealed even though logically, you could guess what his personality was like. He wasn’t a complete playboy, and not all girls were fawning to be at his side, but the gossip you overheard told you that he’s had some experience. When he wasn’t out partying he was probably picking fights on street sides in the late evening, which you inferred from the purple bruises that often tinted the skin of his jaw and hands. He was indeed a very insubordinate person, around his friends he was much worse, disrupting the school on numerous occasions. But simultaneously, he was very closed off and reserved.

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“Darwin may have been quite correct in his theory that man descended from the apes of the forest, but surely woman rose from the frothy sea, as resplendent as Aphrodite on her scalloped chariot.”
A Moodboard for Mermaids

Day 16: Mythological Creature

macnkeith  asked:

✂️ if ur still doing them ahh :00 (its aleesha pngpotpies omg theyre so pretty im in awe!!)

I made you one for your main blog and one for your art blog because you are just so awesome, Aleesha! I also made them gifs to give them a little flare in case you want to use them as headers (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

Send me a ✄ and I’ll write your URL in my handwriting.

There were trees bursting with green leaves, their shade light enough to be warming and the amount small enough to be flourishing but not a forest. The cottage looked like a child’s dream; cream white walls were always concave or convex, never straight. A pink trim danced around the edges and the chimney looked like a triple layer cake that had half melted and then frozen again. The pathway was stone; large circles with stripes and dots fanning out from the center.

And there, seated on the wooden chair with no table, was the girl Aya had heard of.

Her grin was as bright as her skin was dark; the girl laughed and the sound rung through the mountain—valley—hill—whatever this place was. Aya didn’t know but the fact wasn’t as important as it might’ve been.

“Come out, come out,” the girl cajoled happily. “I can hear you moving around back there!”

Aya didn’t move from her place in the shadows. Here was the very person she was seeking, shining in the bright starlight, yet Aya felt paralyzed.

“You don’t have to run away.”

The voice—or maybe the wisdom that Aya sensed behind it—shocked her into speaking.

“I’m not running.”

“Well, not to him, certainly. Come on, come sit.” There was only one chair, but after Aya blinked there were two. She sat.

That, more than the hazardous journey or first spotting the girl, felt like freedom.

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My tribute for @arcanebarrage. No words can explain the way I love this fic. Thank you so much for all those feelings.

Y’all click here and read it! You won’t regret!

anonymous asked:

For MerMay: mudguppy? It would be a freshwater one but so interesting!

A mud puppy and an axolotl having a nice gossip.

Character drawing meme (with some nsfw)

1.Eating favorite food
2.Usual sitting position
3.When someone is babbling nonsense
4.Expression “WTF?!”
5.Doing something gross
6.The way they kiss
7.Blank look
8.Blow job
9.In ceremonial/special occasion clothes
10.Doing their job
11. Drunk
12.Talking to some superior (their boss, the teacher, the president of the universe…)
13. Having sex in their usual way
14. Feeling lonely
15.Hanging with friend(s)
16. Waiting for someone late
17. Making faces
18. Angry
19. Sleeping position
20. As an animal
21. Torture (doing, being, watching?)
22. Seducing method
23. With one important object
24. Doing their kink
25. Crying
26. Bondage
27. Cringing
28. pillow talk
29. Running for their life
30. Hurt, bleeding
31. casual clothes

Challenge Your Shelf || May 2017 

Day 25: Library 

I love buying library copies from used book stores online! Most of the time they are in rough condition, but that also enables me to get them for much less than a new copy. Also, there is something so cool about owning books from all over the country and knowing that many other people loved them before I did. 

Made for You

This is the continuation of the ficlet series “Tell Me Something I Don’t Know” about preschool teacher Claire Beauchamp and suit and tie Jamie Fraser.  This chapter is dedicated to @awesomeeyeroll​. Thank you also to @takemeawaytocamelot who squees over my fluffy fics like a bawse. Thank you to everyone who takes the time to like, comment and reblog as well! ❤


Jamie kept touching the delicate flocked velvet box in his pocket, the near weightlessness was both comforting and frightening him. He also thought that for such a small object it felt massive in his hand.

His work had been put on hold the week previous for a special trip into Edinburgh to commission the perfect bespoke engagement ring for Claire. He had surprised his sister Jenny when he asked her to come along as well for moral support. She had to fight back a few tears when he asked, if she were honest.

Jamie made an appointment at the family’s jewellery store of choice where they could discuss potential options with the same gentleman who had helped design their late mother’s ring. This special shop had been a Fraser tradition for a century and a half and the prime reason Jamie wanted to continue that for Claire.

The ring had arrived at Lallybroch by courier the previous day, just in time for the family dinner where Jamie wanted to propose. Everything had been planned down to the smallest detail with her preferences in mind. He knew this would be a day they would remember for years to come and he wanted it to be everything she had dreamed it could be.

Claire had arrived at half six for drinks with promises of hors d'oeuvres. Her face lit up when he saw him waiting on the doorstep. Her new heels slowed her down to a fast walk so she wasn’t able to run into his arms but she knew there would be time for that another night. She was simply over the moon to spend time with him as well as the Murrays for a elegant dinner, something she didn’t enjoy to often as a primary teacher. Being an adult for an evening was also rather daunting but Jenny had taken a Saturday afternoon to explain table etiquette to her, which was immensely appreciated.

“I’m a little nervous about tonight,”she whispered into his ear. “I’m afraid I’m going to use the wrong utensil or say the wrong thing!”

“It’s just my sister and her husband mo maise,”he soothed. “If you can subdue feral children all day then those two will seem like kittens.”

Her laugh echoed as they stepped into the dining hall, holding hands with their fingers twined together as usual. Jamie hadn’t been one for displays of affection in previous relationships but it felt right with Claire. Her touch grounded him and made all his stress vanish. He was going to propose to her tonight, he could do it.

Time passed quickly with good food along with excellent company that evening but when Claire stifled a yawn, he knew it was the time. He nodded to Ian who began the conversation they had rehearsed earlier in the day.

“You know,” he began, “I was reading an article on gemology the other day and I learned a few facts about opals. Did you know that in Arabic legends opals were said to fall from the sky in bolts of lighting? That’s how they explained the varied colors.”

“That’s my birthstone!” Claire chirped, “I’ve always wished it was sapphire or ruby as a young girl. Nobody seemed to know what an opal was! I’m stealing that story.”

Ian gave her a wink, “You can also tell them that people used to also think that opals possessed the power of each gemstone that appeared in its sheen, making it a very lucky stone.” he added.

“Ian knows a lot about too many things,” Jenny laughed. “It’s one of the many reasons I married him.”

With that, Jamie got down on one knee with the open ring box his hand and a grin on his face.

Claire gasped when she realized what was happening. The most beautiful ring she had ever seen sat before her, she was awestruck.

“The center gem is your birthstone,” Jamie said, “and it’s surrounded by diamonds handed down in our family. Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp, mo charaid m’ anma will you marry me?”

She nodded her head as tears began to roll down her cheeks. He slipped the ring on her finger then pulled her close to wrap his arms around her.

“I do love you so, Jamie Fraser!” she sobbed.

Mrs. Crook brought a tray of champagne and glasses for the adults and strawberries with whipped cream for the party crashing children to toast the new couple.

“So now we plan a wedding!” Jamie exclaimed in between toasts. “And a honeymoon.”

Claire winked.

“And a honeymoon.”


mo maise = my beauty

mo charaid m’anma = my soulmate