my brother caught me drawing this and i was like


Sooo… Guess what I finally got around to watching?

Yup! Trollhunters!

I saw it advertised on Netflix for a while now, but it never really looked interesting.. Until I stumbled across a few posts about it on Tumblr.

It finally caught my interest and WOW! I did not know what I was MISSING! It’s fantastic! So, I binge-watched it in two days, then begged my brother to watch it with me, AGAIN. And now I’ve finally worked up the nerve to attempt fanart!

I’m quite surprised with how well this turned out. Normally, I never attempt to draw CGI characters, mostly because 3D shading is still a struggle for me. But I’m really proud of this! My bro says I should show it to Guillermo Del Toro… buuuuut, I don’t have a twitter or anything like that, so.. Eh.

Do not repost without my permission, plz. :3

My Name is CalvaryKnight, nice to meet you all

If we met 5 minutes ago or 5 months ago, this is a little information about me, as an Artist, Christian, Person… So it would help to share, so I can see all of my old friends, meet new ones, or if you just enjoy my art, so here we go, a little about me:

My name is Tony, I am a Christian, (I will talk about that more later) I am a mix of Navajo, White, and Mexican… Strange combo I know ^u^ 

I am 6′4″ (roughly 193cm - 194cm) wear mostly dark clothes because I think they look nice and yes, my hair is just like how I draw it, I get many many comments on it XD, it is very fluffy. And takes lot’s and lot’s of hairspray heheh

In summary, I grew up in a rough neighborhood as a child. Gang violence, and well… just not a place for someone who wants to Love God haha… My entire family was inclined to artistic ability, creating patterns, creating pictures so realistic, they looked like grey-scaled filters on photographs. 

The best artists were my Two oldest brothers… They were Tall, Strong, Very popular, very kind, loving… and their art… their art was incredible… Drawing mech’s at 12, and perfect self portraits at 20… they were inspiring. 

In short, my family was destroyed at the loss… of both of them. One died a Hero, Giving His life to protect a friend, the other killed standing up for what’s right. 

My family destroyed, distraught, and me caught in the middle. In this time, My Father, my little brothers and I became Homeless… living in a car, living in a homeless shelter and other places… But there was my Dad… praying everyday, with a smile on His face… I was confused… in pain. 

But… I couldn’t feel a thing… People saw me smile, saw me laugh, but it was just a show, with everything I had gone through I was a child with a broken spirit. I was putting on a show to pretend… I forgot how to feel, how to care, how to… Love.

But God did a good work… He saved us from where we were… we did not go hungry. I should be dead… that is the truth, but God chose to hold us, protect us… My Dad, never doubted… that’s why He would smile… He wasn’t just asking God to save us, He was thanking God because He KNEW God would.

“So you trusted God since then right? That was such an amazing thing He had done, so you lived for Him then on right?” …No… Sadly.

It took me a very, very, very long time to see the light that shined in my life…Even after going through all of this, I still just saw God as the one my dad believed in… and the truth is… and it breaks my heart to say this but…


I didn’t learn how to truly care for people, love people, and know people, know my emotions… until just a few months ago. Which is a reason I left… Don’t get me wrong, I knew how to say the right words, how to make people feel nice, loved, cared for… but in my Heart it was not real. 

But I am only now truly, caring for people, with my whole heart… not a mask… not a trick… I care about people, and love them… in a real way…  and I never want to stop.

Now with my Family in ruins, The artistic lights in my life Gone, the greatest artists I’ve ever known, the brothers who raised me… gone… I lost any ambition I could have had… ~~~~~~~

I wanted to try, at least a little… I picked up a DSI, and doodled, not good art, but that’s where… That’s where I found my inspiration. 

My inspiration, showing me that there was hope, and good things that can be done with art, if something so amazing could stick around me, even though I had no skills…Even if my brothers are gone, in me, How much more could I create? That’s when I really gave it a shot, and went from stick figures to realistic art in around a year… my inspiration came and went, showing me what I could do, if I believed my art had purpose.

My inspiration was important, but… if the inspiration was just for me, and had nothing to do with God, I couldn’t keep it… That’s the truth, because God has great plans for me and my life. With Him, I became a Counselor, a youth teacher and a Church leader in short time… 

Not long ago, my inspiration led me to tumblr, and I loved it, even if I disagree with, certain views people hold… I want to be a friend, and care nonetheless… I grew closer and closer to my inspiration, growing my skills, my heart… and yet also growing my weakness as I learned…

Then… I lost my inspiration, no matter how much I hurt, tried and called out… my inspiration was lost. As I felt lost as well… That’s when it happened…

God showed me, He took away a gift I wasn’t ready for. This inspiration was His blessing, and I didn’t work with it right… I was selfish… 

That’s when I realized, I needed to be real, who God wanted me to be, and when I realized that, when I stopped trying to fight God and get MY way… He gave me, and those around me so much more than I could imagine…


He gave me life, hope, and finally, after years, and years, of waiting and wondering… He showed me what caring about people really was, really caring, really loving, not selfishly. So that’s why I am back. Because I want to be the friend, the… Tony I should have been…

Did I get my inspiration back? Well, no not really… my inspiration is out there, and I call to it everyday, but… I am not worried anymore, I know when the time is right, this time… I will be ready, and I will be the best I can be!


So that’s my story so far, at least in summary, there is many things I left out, but hey one day maybe heheh, Thanks for reading!

I would like to give a special shout out to people who have inspired me here, and were a huge reason I came back:

@omgaflyingpig @wolfoftonight @xgemdrawsx @albatronic1987 @anonymousbathtub @blackevilblood 

I want to thank all of you reading, but these friends in particular, really inspired me, with their art first, and then with their friendship… Please show them some Love they really deserve it ^u^

Insidious (1)

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

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Requested by: Anon

Request:  Can I request something like Prisoner but with Kai? And can you make him scarier than how baekhyun’s character was in the beginning? Thanks love your writing!

Member: Kai/Jongin

Genre: Mafia!AU / Angst

Warnings: Language / Violence

Summary: Caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, you’re discovered by no other than Kai, one of the Mafia’s most feared men. He then takes you in as a precaution so that he can keep a close eye on you, or is that his only intention?


Letting out a breath, I relaxed for a moment, successfully entering the mansion, I felt that it things would be a little bit easier from here on.

Hearing voices down the end of the large passageway, I ran towards the first open door I had seen, closing it softly behind me. I cursed myself for letting my guard down so quickly while I sat on the floor of what turned out to be a bathroom.

I had no time to relax. I wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near this place but I had no choice. Today was the only time I could have come here.

I was taken by a street gang two weeks ago. My brother was always involved with the wrong type of people and it got him in big trouble. They have him and now they wanted me to do some dirty work for them otherwise they would kill him and then me afterwards.

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Million Dollar Man- Thomas Shelby

Request// Peaky Blinders imagine about tommy and y/n? based around Million Dollar Man by Lana Del Rey? Think the song really suits his character

*Gosh, you are so right!! Sorry if I take the wrong feel from the song. It’s not one I usually listen to. xoxox*


I don’t know how you convince them and get them, but

I don’t know what you do, it’s unbelievable

And I don’t know how you get over, get over

Someone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as you

You learned soon enough that Thomas Shelby was not a man to be crossed or messed with. You had first met him at the racetrack which was always an exciting event for you. It was as if he was the center of everyone’s attention the moment he stepped into the room, but no one dared to look his way. Somehow, you had caught his eye though.

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be sitting alone at the races,” he spoke behind you, drawing your eyes to his, crystal blue of a rare sort.

“Well, I don’t need a man to attend with the me to keep me safe. I was the only girl in a house of 6 children. My brothers taught me how to do that.” The man, all you knew him by at the time, nodded his head and gave you a ghost of a grin.

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Imagine being an artist. Maybe you’re not the best, but you love it. Your sketchbook and pencils follow you everywhere, always looking for something to draw.
Imagine your favorite turtle looking through your sketchbook and finding a drawing of him.

You drew in a more traditional manner, preferring to use black ink pens on thick, sturdy paper. Your sketchbook was filled with things around the city that had caught your eye. But it was also filled with your boyfriend, Leonardo.
Images of him meditating or training, a page full of his hands. It was common for you to visit him and simply sit down and draw. Leo didn’t seem to mind, most likely assuming that it was simply another quirk of yours.
“Do you draw everyone?”
You looked up from your sketchbook as Leo focused on the dummy.
“Sometimes. It really depends.”
“It’s just…you draw me a lot. But I’ve never seen you draw my brothers.”
“That’s true.”
You carefully ran the pen over the page, focusing on the little details.
“I suppose you caught my eye.”
You put down the pen and said
“I don’t know. Maybe because you’re the first one of your family that I met. I started drawing you when I had the time. It’s actually the reason I caught feelings.”
He stopped training and looked at you.
“Can I see them?”
“If you want.”
He came over and bent down, watching as you flipped through your little book.
“I didn’t know you were this good.”
You smiled and looked away.
“Are you blushing?” Leo said with a grin.
“I don’t…show anyone my drawings. So I might be a little embarrassed.”
“My sweet artist.”
He kissed your forehead and resumed his training, while you picked up your pen and began to finish your work.

You loved your watercolors.
You had been given a set by your godmother when you were little and just feel in love with them. As the years went by and your experimented, you always had a special sketchbook for your watercolor art.
It was mostly filled with the city, buildings and people, graffiti and the like. But you drew Raphael a lot as well. You had never told him about that, worrying that he would think it was weird, but you drew him when he wasn’t looking. Mixing the green to get to right shade of his skin, paying close attention to the detail.
“Hey, tiger.”
You looked up and smiled as Raph appeard at your window. He slipped inside and sat on the bed.
“I wasn’t expecting a visitor.”
“Missed ya. Nothin’ was goin’ on at the lair, so I came over. Don’t I get a kiss?” He teased.
You set your sketchbook aside and kissed him gently. For a moment, you found yourself melting and forgot about everything else. Until Raph pulled away and you were brought back to reality.
“What’s that?”
He picked up your book and looked through it a little bit, holding it just out of your reach.
“Is that me? You been drawin’ me?”
“No one is allowed to look through those.” you said.
He handed it back and said
“It looked good. You draw me a lot?”
“Yeah. Is it weird?”
“Nah. I kinda like it.”

You weren’t the best artist.
You just had a notebook filled with drawings done in pencil, mostly when you were bored. Just doodles of space and stars, aliens flying by. Plants and people with goofy expressions. And your boyfriend. You drew your boyfriend a lot as well.
You would hang around his lab when he was busy and draw to pass the time. Donnie wearing his lab coat, crouched over his experiments.
Donnie smiling or blushing or eating pizza or reading. Anything really. And they were always your best drawings.
You looked up and saw your boyfriend standing over you.
“I said I was done. I wanted to know if you would like to watch a movie.”
“Sounds good.”
He cocked his head and said
“What you got there, dove?”
“Oh, just my notebook. I just…draw sometimes.”
“Is that me?”
You blushed and nodded as he crouched down to get a better look.
“Sorry if they’re bad. Or creepy.”
“No, no, not at all.” He said quickly.
“Wanna go watch that movie?”
You went off to make the popcorn as Donnie thought about the drawings (which are really a lot better then you think).

You were pretty serious about your art.
You had huge sketchbooks, one for color and one for black and white. You had boxes upon boxes of markers and pencils and everything you needed. You even took commissions to have a little extra money.
Your hands and clothes were covered in splashes of paint of markers, a permanent fashion statement that announced to the city
“I’m an artist!!”
Your boyfriend loved that about you. He was an artist as well, and you oftenlent him your things as he couldn’t always get his own. It was common for you two to spend hours together, drawing in your books and sneaking kisses. He was the only one who was allowed to go through your sketchbook.
“Babe! Babycake!”
You looked up from your work and smiled.
“You got into the zone, babe. You want some pizza?”
“Sure, Mikey.”
He looked at your book and smiled.
“Is that me?”
He got a better look and said
“Y/N, I think you have a crush on me! That’s adorable.”
“Babe, we’ve been dating for almost a year.”
“I know, but still.”
He kissed your cheek, laughing a little.
“I’m crushin’ on you too, angelcakes. Big time.”
You rolled your eyes and kissed your boyfriend.
“Let’s go order that pizza, ya goof.”

thelittle-fairy  asked:

//Childhood memory to korpi

I remember when I was a kid, I would get sick a lot, and that I would get put in the back of the class for being disruptive and unable to get along with other kids. I would get made fun of a lot, and my big brother would get really angry at other kids. I would spend recess with myself, because my brother would still be in class and wouldn’t be able to play with me. I would stay inside because I was sensitive to stuff like pollen and germs on the playground. I’d also get teased because no one would play with me. So I’d stay in the classroom by myself, and I would draw.”

“I would get picked up by our dad, and my brother would stay after school for club activities. There was one time some of the boys from one of the older classes caught me outside after lunch and made me eat worms. They let me go after I ate them, but I cried because I didn’t want the worms to die. I missed half an hour of class, when my brother’s class was let out for recess. He found me crying in outside the girl’s bathroom. He made me tell him what was wrong, and he got really angry. He told one of the teachers about what happened, and they called my dad and had him take me home for the day.”

“When my brother came home earlier, he was covered in dirt, grass and blood. He beat up the other boys, who were a year under him. He laughed when I saw him, telling me that they should bug me anymore. I was a little upset he got himself in trouble, but the fact he would do that for me meant a lot. We spent the rest of the day drawing together and eating ice cream, and watching our favorite cartoons.”

“…I miss my big brother.”

Black Velvet - Chapter 3

If you missed the beginning, it’s here.

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He bent a little closer, still not touching you, but close enough that you could feel his breath as he spoke. “You want me, and you will accept that – eventually. I’ll hear you say it before I touch you.”

“Let me go.” You glower at him, barely restraining yourself from taking a swing at his face. “You’ll never hear me say it. I’ll die first.”

His smile grows and there’s a dangerous gleam in his eyes. “Be careful what you wish for.”

“Now you’re threatening me. Wow, you evil assholes really know the way to a girl’s heart,” you sneer, and his smile fades a touch at your insolence.

“I could haul your pretty ass to hell. Let some of the scum down there soften you up for me. I’ve got the power to do that. I’m a Knight of Hell, sweetness, and I could snap your neck and have you on the rack before you could blink.” He leans in a little closer. “I’d rather have you, warm and willing, topside. It’s a lot more fun, and a lot less messy. But don’t think for a minute that if you push me too far, you won’t pay the consequences.”

You stare back at him, still defiant even though your heart is pounding in terror. You finally look away, speaking quietly through clenched teeth. “Will you please let me go?”

He narrows his eyes, an arrogant pout on his plush lips before he grins, stepping back and gesturing with one arm. “Now was that so hard?”

You take one cautious step forward, then move quickly towards the hall. When his phone rings, you turn your head, surprised, slowing down as he answers.

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UUUUUUUUUUUUUU I’m still caught up in my thoughts about WW!Link and Queen Zelda being like the cutest of friends and having like a brother/sister or mother/son relationship dON’T LOOK AT ME ε=ε=ε= 。・゚(゚ノT-T)ノ

But no I’ve really been having so much fun thinking and drawing my new cutie babies lately ヽ(;▽;)ノ (it helps me to cope with the month long wait until HW comes out too wheeze.)  I’m super duper happy with how this came out too.  I refused to draw the detail on Zelda’s armor/skirt for a second time though because that is hell for something that is supposed to be a fun little picture.

Ps this is Link meeting Queen Zelda and kneeling like you would before royalty and she just comes up and pets his head to comfort him because he’d be so nervous at first ლ(ٱ٥ٱლ)