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Have some journal pages from October and November! Still haven’t found a firm style to stick to - I guess my style will be whatever stuff I have to hand at the time whether it be paint, magazine clippings or other stuff. 

More of my journal pages: 1 | 2 | 3


Headache and Heartache


Viktuuri Week Day 3: Dreams Yuuri - Reassurance/Doubt


Also please forgive me, since this is my entry for Day 3 of @victuuri-week I’m so late on this and I’m working on Day 4 which was yesterday and Day 5 which was today. School has been keeping me busy and now I’m behind. kms.

Please look forward to the other entries I’m going to post! 

And thank you guys for the support! <3

It was almost too painful to imagine a life without you and then I woke up and realized that if you could imagine a life without me and not feel anything at all, then we weren’t meant to be, and in that case you can fuck off. I deserve better. Better will find me.
—  Your not some game, you deserve to be loved. ‘Thoughts I have at night’

Day 3: Charm / Song-inspired (using both! here’s the song)

IwaOi Week one two three four 5 6 7

[This got longer than anticipated so it’s going under the cut, but HERE IT IS - HP AU!! *yelling*]


Oikawa’s nose scrunches up, but he doesn’t care enough to try and neutralize his expression - besides, there’s no one here watching right now except Hanamaki and Matsukawa, and they’re going to give him shit either way.

“There’s no way that works,” he says, oozing contempt.

“You won’t know if you don’t try it out,” Hanamaki says, shrugging as if the matter meant no more to him than the headline of the Daily Prophet . (His mom sends them, in an attempt to educate my foolish son , but Makki mostly throws them out without sparing them a second glance - no matter how reproachful the family owl looks when he does so. Being the son of the editor in chief means absolutely nothing to him.)

“I mean, you don’t really have anything to lose, do you?” Matsukawa tacks on, holding out the folded piece of paper for Oikawa to take.

Oikawa’s frown deepens.

“I don’t like this. At all. He’s gonna see right through it.” He even goes so far as to take a step back. “Besides - I know you guys have heard of amortentia. Do you know how long that takes to brew? There’s no way some simple charm -”

“It’s not gonna make him fall in love with you,” Hanamaki interrupts. “Obviously. But that’s not what you want, anyway. You just want to… make him admit his feelings. Right?”

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Super-textured backgrounds ahoy! Haven’t done one of those in a while…

My Day 3 entry for @sorielweek - this time we’re delving into the mythic world of Reapertale, personally one of my favorite AUs.

My grandma walked in while I was working on this and re-named Sans and Toriel Henry and Laverne. I told her their actual names, but well, what can ya do? ^^;

At least she isn’t mixing Sans up with Casper the Friendly Ghost again. Yes, that happened once.


At last, here’s my entry! I just wanted an excuse to kiss Tokiya

Notice me @skillshotlabs-senpai!

If you like my art, why not commission me? Sanddollars aren’t made of money you know!

Don’t Forget 3.Oct.11

Originally posted in IG [x]

For my Inktober day 3 entry! I honestly had something digital planned for today, but I didn’t manage to make it, so I decided to make my contribution for FMA day trad instead :D

The rest of my Inktober entries will be posted in Instagram

Waiting for Nothing

This is my entry for Day 3 of @fyeahpharmercy​‘s Pharmercy Appreciation Week, “Flowers.”

Synopsis: Angela writes a letter to Fareeha when they can not be together on their anniversary.

If you are concerned about emotional triggers, click this image link and see if any might apply to you. I do this so that the story may not be spoiled ahead of time for people who are okay with most emotional literary themes and topics. If you would like to enter the story blind I highly suggest not opening the image above.

Dear Fareeha, meine geliebte Frau,

 Not a day goes by that I do not long for your return, to come back into my arms warm and safe. For every day that you are away is another day in which I must confront the daily struggles of life alone, without your soothing presence to ease my anxiety and lift my spirits. Sometimes the only thing that gets me through the day is listening to your voice-mails I keep saved on my phone. I’m sorry I never told you, but I was always just so embarrassed. Every night I have Athena play one from random; sometimes it will be short and to the point, you calling to requesting a simple file or better yet, just to make small talk. Many times, it’s you after a long day out in the field, exhausted, speaking into the receiver about all the frustrations and hassles that plagued your day. In some you are calling just to say “I love you.” I like those the most.

 Many of the nights I spend are curled up in our bed, with your favourite jacket wrapped around me as I sleep. It’s the only way I can feel like you’re still right next to me, even if the only thing remaining is your waning scent.

 Oh, and I got you your favourite flowers too. The Daffodils look so pretty this year. I visited Ana to gather a handful from her garden, and she was nice enough to give me some seeds to hopefully begin our own garden. You know I’ve always found it funny that you of all people would love Daffodils, especially when you know their meaning. Narcissus. Though, I suppose it does partially apply; you were and always will be the most beautiful woman I have ever set my eyes upon, and yet you remained so selfless and humble. It’s almost unfair that all the good and beauty in the world could be concentrated into one person, and doubly so that it can be stripped away in an instant. It is unfair that someone so pure and so just can be taken from this world when there is so much evil and darkness that is allowed to remain.

 Every day the dagger lodged within my heart twists. You were the light in my life, and I’m now surrounded by the shadows cast by the dim glow around me. Every day my mind is plagued with what-ifs, unanswerable questions that only seek to possess the mind and shroud it in darkness. Even knowing that, I still cannot help but think of all the possible ways things could have been different, how you could still return to spend the rest of our days together.

 But I cannot change the past. I cannot change what we shared. I cannot change the aching I will feel to the day I die, and I would not change a moment.

 If there is any evidence of the afterlife, our love would be it, for not even death can separate us. I will find you in the afterlife.

     - Dein Ein und Alles

Angela clumsily folded the piece of paper along the creases, her hands shaking as she shoved the letter back in her pocket. In her other hand she holds a bouquet of pale white flowers, tied in a lavender silk knot, the stray ribbon flowing back and forth in the cool morning wind. A seldom few petals were lined with small droplets, not from the overcast sky above, but rather from the grief-stricken woman clutching their stems.

Goosebumps lined the extent of her arm, her body giving a small shiver, yet feeling nothing. Angela had grown numb to it all, she no longer found interest in her work, in her hobbies, in the friends she had made since the reformation of Overwatch. The research she did now was out of obligation, to which she mainly kept to herself, shutting herself away for hours on end without exiting her room. Ever since the newly appointed Strike Commander deemed her psychologically unfit for the battlefield, she saw no reason to do anything else but remain in her dormitory to feign a sense of purpose.

Another gust of wind came rushing across the horizon, sending her golden locks across her face. She slowly collapsed down to her knees, pressing into the soft layer of grass and dirt. She outstretched her hand to the sturdy headstone in front of her, tracing the lines imprinted.

Fareeha Amari

2044 - 2093

Friend to Many

Protector of All

“I’m so sorry I could not be there for you when you needed me most, meine Liebe.” Angela choked out through bated breath. She held out the flowers in front of her, and slowly released them before the headstone. A fragile hand crept along her back and rested on her shoulder; Angela took hold and rested her cheek against it. “She loved you more than life itself, habibti,” a withered and broken voice softly spoke. That was the final crack in the dam necessary. Angela burst into tears, water freely flowing down her cheeks down to the grass below, her hand latching onto Ana’s like a vice. “Shh, it’s okay habibti, it’s okay. Let it out.”

And there they stayed, without a single thought to the passage of time around them. Ana gave the grieving widow as long as she needed. As the time between huffs of breath drew longer and the tears gently subsided, Angela gradually returned to the realm of reality. She slowly turned her head to Ana and nodded, in an affirmation she was prepared to go.

She steadily rose to her feet, the flowers remaining as an offering to her beloved. Shoving her hands in her coat pockets, she stood in front of the stone, looking down into the engraved lettering. “Fareeha,” Angela croaked, her voice rough and grated, “Next time I will make sure to bring seeds, to begin our garden together.”

Angela stepped forward and ran her hand along the top of the headstone, a solemn goodbye.

“Auf wiedersehen, meine Liebe.”


My entry for Replica Challenge #3 by @redhotchilisimblr (which I have finished early…whaaaaaat!)

Jellybean Lane - 6 5x4 houses, all named after Jellybeans.

Lot size 40x30.

Price: 125,314.

I know the original picture is of a resort of some kind, but I see mine a bit more as a fancy dorm or off campus living quarters.

So, left to right: French Vanilla, Cotton Candy, Kiwi, Tangerine, Island Punch and Pink Grapefruit.

Great challenge! It was my first time doing a tiny build. CC free except the sidings.

Gallery id: BeaElla

Hanging Up

Summary: You and Sam have been sneaking around, not telling Dean that you’re actually in a relationship. When the boys decide to head out to a bar to celebrate the end of a hunt, you decide to have some fun with Sam.
: SamxReader
: 1751
: Slight smut, teasing, sexting
AN: YIKES! I’m so nervous posting this. I’ve never written anything this smutty before (and yeh, I know it isn’t proper smut). Go easy on me…
This is also my entry for Week 3 of the SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge! The prompt was ‘there’s an interesting story behind that.‘ I have bolded it in text.
Constructive criticism welcome!

Many thanks to @poemwriter98 for beta-ing this! I’m forever greatful!!!


Your plan was working; just like you knew it would. It was far too easy to wind Sam up, especially since neither of you had been able to do anything more than a single, small, heated make out session the whole two weeks you’d been on this hunt, and even that had been rudely interrupted by Dean. It was hard trying to keep your relationship from him, but you’d both agreed that you weren’t quite ready to tell.

The brothers had gone to a bar to celebrate the end of the hunt, and you’d been completely unimpressed by the fact that Sam had quite willingly gone; it was the perfect opportunity to have some time alone and he was blowing you off for some beers.

Not happening.

As soon as they’d left you’d broken into their motel room. After rummaging through Sam’s bag for a moment you pulled out one of his plaid shirts, unable to stop yourself from holding it to your nose and breathing in his scent. Grinning like an idiot, you stood and shrugged out of your clothes, leaving your bra and underwear on, then pulled the shirt on over the top. It was miles too big, coming right down to your knees, but you wouldn’t be keeping it on for long.

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Sincerest Apologies

 She was never one to snap so easily.

 And yet, she’s only human in the end.

 Slim fingers tapped impatiently on her lap. The bench that she sat felt hotter each passing minute, yet Kotone was either too stubborn or too annoyed to move away. Pink lips pursed and popped apart every few minutes. Eyebrows knitted closely on her forehead. Cheeks flushed faintly in a mixture of heat and hurt.

 Did he forget? He couldn’t obviously forget. Maybe something was holding him back? Maybe he was rushing from somewhere far? Maybe, just maybe, he’s planning a little surprise for her?

 The latter sounded fake. Too fake.

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hi guys!!

SO. i’ve recently hit 250+ followers!! thank you all so much!! i can’t even tell you how happy that makes me!! so, because of this wonderful milestone (eeeep!)  i was wondering if you guys would be interested in some sort of contest with a small (i haven’t actually decided on the size yet hah, let’s go with small to start with) giveaway? i haven’t really decided what it would be yet, i just wanted to put this out there and gauge interest to see if people would really participate or be interested. the contest/giveaway would obviously have to do with mjf and/or bttf of course. if you’re interested, you could like or reblog this post, or message me. 

okay. just wanted to quickly put this out there, and thank you. have a wonderful night!! 

{edit: the giveaway is going on right now!! until 4/23! go reblog or like the post if you’re interested!}