my own pace

woa h

now that i left my ask blog, i feel like i had a weight being lifted of my shoulders & idk why???

i guess its because my brain keeps telling me to push myself & impress other people in the fandom, and i don’t need to get hate anons ever again.

originally i made the ask blog because i genuinely wanted to share my ocs, but after a while it changed. i started to worry about other people leaving me because i wasn’t good enough.

so i started to push myself to my limit, drawing art non stop, getting nearly to no sleep. and that affected my health. physically & mentally.

but now that i left, i feel relieved. i don’t have to worry anymore. i can draw at my own pace now.

i feel bad for leaving, because people will miss me, and I’ll miss them too. but its for the best.

for the people i met in the cuphead fandom:

thank you for the past few months, its been really fun. but it’s time for me to move on & find new fandoms to join.

hope you all will do well in the future. i will miss you all. 🌟

So my really close friend [Risa] has an amazing DBZ oc named Batata (pictured on the left) who’s an elite saiyan, and after seeing some art of her, I couldn’t help but bring back a really old DBZ OC I had in the form of a Majin named Lux. Really it was just for the sole purpose of teaming them up together as a dysfunctional duo that’s ripe for all sorts of shenanigans that I will probably never draw. But at the same time it was fun to do an update to a super old fandom OC I had from years and years ago.

They’re both world-destroying level entities but one is short, angry, and weak to food, and the other is tall, goofy, and gives off distinct “your friend’s one hot aunt” vibes.

While they kinda already posted it on their blog, I guess I’ll just put it up here too on mine ahahaha. GO GIVE THEM A FOLLOW IF YOU DON’T ALREADY.

Day 17: Prom Night

Still running Adrinette Month at my own pace. So long as I get all the drawings done I’m fine with it :) 

You know these cuties would dance like goofballs with no rhythm. 

It is interesting how people feel the need to rush through life as a way to prove maturity. People will rush into relationships, love,sex, marriage, education, careers, etc just to show that they are grown. As a person who is grown, I find myself understanding that there is maturity in saying “I’m not ready.” There is also maturity in saying “I want to wait.” And there is maturity in saying “let me take some time to prepare.” Being in tune with where I am and making decisions based on my own needs and not the pressure to prove that I’m grown, that I have it all figured out, that in perfect is important to me.
I move at my own pace. I move at the speed that works for me. I move in a way that doesn’t cause me to be impatient with God or myself. I have learned to be still, or wait, or take as much time as I need.

Do you ever think about the other Hufflepuff first years who got sorted with Tonks? Like they were probably thinking “This is so great, everyone’s gonna be so nice and chill and this seems like the non-drama house, I’m gonna be able to kick back and relax and take my education at my own pace with understanding and support from those around me and—”

And then fucking eleven year old Nymphadora Tonks breaks down a door, comes bursting into the room, hyped up as if she’s downed six cans of Monster back to back, like “HEY GUYS I’M TONKS WE’RE GONNA BE SUCH GOOD FRIENDS HEY DOES ANYONE ELSE WANT TO GO BREAK INTO THE OTHER COMMON ROOMS OR DO FRIENDSHIP PIERCINGS WITH A SAFETY PIN OH MERLIN THIS IS GONNA BE SO MUCH FUN I HAVE CAFFEINATED BEVERAGES AND A SELECTION OF PUNK ALBUMS ON VINYL FROM NOW ON OUR BEDTIME IS NEVER”

Like there is no way these children could have prepared themselves for Nymphadora Tonks, there is no way.

crayolasaurus  asked:

super cute, subtly romantic line that night king!yuuri could say to day king!victor, who dies 1000 deaths of happiness instantly after hearing it: "did you know moonlight only exists because the sun is so bright that when it shines on the moon, the moon can't help but reflect it back?" (YUURI OBV IMPLYING THAT VICTOR MAKES HIM REALLY HAPPY) (SORRY I JUST HAD TO SHARE THIS)

YUURI LOVES YOU TOO VIKTOR YOU DUMB IDIOT WHY CANNOT YOU SEE FROM THE GET-GO

THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS OMG!!! I LOVE IT!!!

Daddy Devil  { Dominance }

<– [Prologue] | [Submission] –>

Words: 5,630

Genre: Smut/Demon!AU

Warnings: Daddy kink, bondage, bdsm, etc.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM NAMJOONNNNNNNNNN!!! Love of my life, seriously. I have some many feels towards this man, ahhhhh

Anyway! Please enjoy this story! I’m not sure if there will be more following this, but if there is, I’ll be writing it at my own pace, whenever I feel like it, so ^^ fair warning~

In the meantime, please enjoy! It’s been a while since I posted the prologue, so if you need a refresher, or haven’t read it, I suggest you go and do that~ <3


You’re too tipsy to deal with anyone else tonight. Dragging your friend’s home from the bar had been trouble enough—especially when multiple male demons had paused you along your route to flirt and offer companionship for the night. Somehow you’d managed to convince them to turn down the strange offers, and had finally managed to shove them through the front door of their apartment building. You hadn’t even bothered walking them up to their floor, too fed up and tired and horny (you blame it on the alcohol) to even think about wasting another second on their drunken asses.

Managing to hurriedly walk home to your own apartment, you tumble inside and lock the door behind you. Third level rarely has many crimes, but you can never be too safe—especially when the residents of each level are allowed to travel freely…for the most part.

Dragging yourself through the tiny kitchen of your studio style flat, you pad into the main area and pull your tight fitting shirt over your head, shivering as the soft fabric brushes over perky nipples. Despite your minds weak protests, you’d decided to be a little…adventurous in your evening out, and had ventured around town without a bra. It excited you—like your own little secret…unless someone was sharp enough to notice, but at that point they’d earned the treat of knowing anyways.

Sighing blissfully, you sensually coast your hands across your chest, gripping the soft mounds. The artificially made moonlight illuminates every inch of your body, but on the third story of the building with no one else around, you can’t be bothered to draw the curtains, far too occupied by the way your vagina aches for more with each tug of your nipples between your fingers.

Head lolling back, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks, you continue to pleasure yourself, crafting an imaginary scene behind your eyelids to aid the growing pool of heat between your legs. Immediately, like all the other times, a tall, dark figure comes to mind. You can’t see the face of the man, but his body is sinful—his hands possessive as he grabs at you. You imagine him feasting on your breasts—all tongue and teeth—his vocabulary sinful as he stakes his claim, making you his.

“Fuck…,” you breathe hotly, your panties becoming soaked, and you hurry to undress yourself. Looping your thumbs under the band of your pants and also your panties, you tug them down in one fell swoop, kicking them from around your ankles and tossing yourself onto your bed.

One of your hands coasts down the expanse of your chest and stomach, migrating between your thighs. Your wetness immediately covers your fingers as you pull apart your folds, clit throbbing with anticipation.

Digging your heels into the messy sheets, you arch upward, a wanton gasp leaving your lips the second your fingers touch your most sensitive bud. Rubbing the swollen area slowly, you dip your digits down towards your opening, coating yourself in your wetness.

However, before you get the chance to touch your clit and pleasure yourself to your release, you’re interrupted. There’s a tap at your balcony window, and your eyes shoot open, blood running cold when you see a man sitting there, smirk on his face.

And not just any man…its Jungkook.

“Yah!” you screech at him as he innocently tugs at the glass door wall, happiness apparent on his features when he finds that it’s not locks. Sliding it open, clearly not caring of your state of undress or the fact that you’re bounding to your feet, haphazardly wrapping the white bed sheet around yourself, Jungkook steps inside.

“Maybe I should hang around your apartment more often,” he comments teasingly as he glances you up and down, and you scowl, knowing that he can tell how red your face has turned.

For the most part, you’re unfamiliar with Jungkook, but you know him. Everyone does. And for the most part, in return, he knows everyone. It’s his job to keep track of third level residents, after all, so he’d made a point to become acquainted with everyone. So, in the most basic sense, you know him. You’d encountered him maybe about a dozen time during your stay, and none had been unpleasant—in fact, you’d actually sort of taken a liking to his fun yet somewhat shy personality. But now—with him approaching you slowly, hidden intent marking his gaze—you’re wondering where that dash of shyness went, and if you’d ever known him at all.

“Y/N,” he beckons, voice calm. Jungkook extends his hand towards you, and your heart thrums, fingers twitching at your side because even though you have no goddamn clue as to why he’s here, he’s…tempting.

But you hold your ground, not giving in, your eyes narrowing at him.

“Why are you here?”

Jungkook grins and rolls his eyes. “You ask too many questions.”

Before you can blink, Jungkook is suddenly chest-to-chest with you, your nipples poking through the sheet and pressing into his sculpted chest.

“Hey–!” you begin to protest—because that’s the first damn question you’ve asked!—but Jungkook silences you with his lips, his tongue lapping up your surprised gasp and contented moan. Sadly, your contentment doesn’t last long—shattering the moment Jungkook grabs the end of the sheet you’re using to shield yourself and tugs—hard.

His strength obviously inhuman, you’re sent spinning and are only saved from sure disaster to yourself and your apartment by the fact that Jungkook grabs you—his hands steady on your waist as he waits for your head to stop spinning.

“You asshole!” is the first thing you cry, pounding your fist against his chest, knowing that he probably doesn’t even feel it. Having the balls to laugh at your futile efforts to detach yourself from him, Jungkook slips his hands down your sides—causing you to shiver—and grips each of your ass cheeks. He then proceeds to lift you up, leaning backwards so your chest is pressed flush to his, and without warning launches backwards and flies from your apartment window.

“Jungkook!” you scream, goosebumps prickling your skin as the night air rushes over you. Down below you can see buildings and a few scarce people in the late hours of the night, but that doesn’t fix your embarrassment in the least. Jungkook—the goddamn little shit of a guardian—is holding you by your ass, naked, and flying you over the entire damn city.

“Yes?” he finally responds, humor in his voice, and you match his gaze, eyes ablaze.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” you hiss in a harsh whisper, not wanting to be seen or heard, dear god. “Put me down this instant!”

“Yeah?” he grins, licking his lips, and all of the sudden his grip on your ass disappears. You startle, eyes going wide as you fall away from him.

“Wai–!”

Before you can even finish there’s a strong hand on your ankle, and you squeal as you flip upside down, hair falling down towards the fading city below.

Jungkook!” you scream, attempting to clench your legs together, but it seems Jungkook has already gotten a perfect eyeful of your attributes, his teasing gaze now filled with undeniable hunger.

“I’m jealous,” he says, flipping you with ease, cradling you in his arms as if you’re a princess. “But He’s already asked for you, so I can’t lay my claim.”

You blink, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. What the hell is he talking about?

“What? Who asked for me? What the fuck is going on, Jungkook. You literally just came into my home and stole me away—while I was naked, mind you, which is unkind—to me and everyone, considering no one needs to see what it is I’ve got going on.”

Jungkook snorts a laugh. “What you’ve got going on, Y/N, is something I wish I’d noticed sooner—”

“Oh hush. You’re a baby.”

Pausing, Jungkook’s gaze darkens, tinting with dominance, his eyes flashing a hypnotic color of red.

“If you ever come back to third level and are returned to my domain, I promise I’ll show just how wrong you are…”

You gulp, thighs tightening as the threat tugs on the orgasm which you had been unable to reach just a few minutes earlier. You want to ask him what he’d do—because dear god the thought is suddenly so wonderful to imagine—but more importantly…

“Why would I not come back to third level?? Jungkook, where the fuck are you taking me?”

“To your daddy devil.”

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I don’t hate you. I’m not angered or bitter about the way we put an ending to the things we shared. I just feel hurt. More than I’m ever going to openly admit to you. But as much as it hurts now, I know that I will get to a day where it doesn’t matter anymore. I will get to a day where I bid you farewell and keep you away in a place where you can’t hurt me anymore. That’s a place I want to reside in. A safe place. A place where my heart isn’t freefalling into the pit of my stomach for you. A place where I can heal at my own pace and stop worrying about all the ways in which you’ve mastered the act of moving on before me. It feels like a contest. Who can forget quicker and you are winning at that. I am tired of dragging my feet towards places where my knees only know how to grow weak. I am tired of fighting you. I don’t want to fight you anymore in this. I have loved you and I have lost you but in some strange ways, I have won. I am braver than I was before, more resilient about love, less naive than I used to be, less scared because I know that heartache isn’t something people die from. I’m not afraid of trying again. Someday I will.

Voyeur / 1 / Jimin


>> summary: Your best friend and her boyfriend are super kinky and want to help your first proper sexual encounter to be safe and … exciting.

>> word count: 3.8k

>> tags/warning(s): university/college au (I kNoW I do these all the time lmao) threesome (?), exhibitionism/voyeurism, fingering, dirty talk, all that jazz

- parts: masterlist / 1 / +

>> note: this has a super slow build but I feel like it’s necessary for it to be more realistic ! let me know what you think of it and if you’ve got any requests just drop them in my ask box! <3 I thought of this literally just earlier and I knew I had to write it before I forgot, so this was all done in one sitting so I apologise if it’s a bit sloppy !


It was between classes, you were sat casually in a small on-campus cafe with your best friend and her boyfriend, Jimin. Sipping at your hot beverage, you stared out of the window, watching the students bustling past. It was a Monday, a slow one at that. As you watched, your mind drifted - thinking about all the sorts of things that could be going on in these people’s lives. What were they thinking? Was their family life okay? What were they having for dinner that day? Did they like coffee? Your best friend’s voice brought you out of your daze.

“Did you hear me?” She seemingly repeated herself, snapping her fingers in front of your face, you blinking a few times to refocus your eyes. Both of them were staring at you, almost expectantly.

Clearing your throat, you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear nervously. “No, sorry, could you repeat it?”

She sighed almost frustratedly. “I said,” you brought your cup up to your lips to take a sip of your drink, “do you want a threesome?”

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Ranting time with Vanessa 😭

Ugh so I’m kinda frustrated about my Spanish class lol and I need to rant 😂 basically I really want to learn Spanish because 1.) I want to be able to talk to my grandparents in Spanish! They speak English too but I want to surprise them one day with BOOM fluent Spanish you know? 2.) I want to learn because I know we have a lot of viewers who speak Spanish but don’t speak English!

So basically I’m sitting in class today taking a quiz that I studied hard for and I start to tear up because I can’t remember several words and I come to a realization of “This is not how a language should be taught!” I’m sitting there panicking because I can’t remember simple words! It’s almost like I’m gonna end up hating Spanish because of stress and how I can’t remember words. Our teacher (she’s very sweet and amazing) moves so fast like I literally just learn how to say “step brother” and then we’re on a new chapter.

I can understand a lot of Spanish and I do know a lot of words but I can’t speak it and ugh it’s so frustrating.

My mom speaks Spanish fluently and she helps me with hw or else it’ll take me about 5 hours to do it and sometimes it seems like she wants to say “come on it’s so simple!” Ahhhh but it’s so hard for meeeee 😭😭😭 if I could learn And teach myself spanish at my own pace, I could learn it faster and better. For example, some of you may or may not know but I’m really into kpop lol. So one day I was literally like “hmm… I wanna learn Korean!” Now, I don’t know Korean fluently, but I know a ton of basics like Hello, goodbye, good night, where is the milk 😂 lol things like that but literally I can read anything in Korean. Idk what I’m reading most of the time but I know how to read it! I learned how to read Korean in 2 days. It was so easy to learn because I did it my own pace and at my own time.

So my overall point I guess is that if you want to learn a language, taking a class for school is not the only way to do it. Do it on your own. There are a ton of programs out there that teach languages. Obviously I am learning some Spanish in this class but not the right way, in my opinion. Some people may find it easier to learn another language in a class room with other people! But for me… nope it’s so hard ugh. But I will keep pushing and not give up!! Anyways I’m done ranting about Spanish… Thanks for reading my rant lol. I love you guys or should I say te amo! ❤️ OR 사랑해 ❤️😂 ~ nessa

It wasn't big and it wasn't clever, but it was kind of satisfying

I recently had a nasty injury playing football. I had this big protective boot strapped around my leg and I was on crutches. For a few weeks I wasn’t really able to leave the house, but as things improved I was able to go back to work, which meant taking the train. Even on busy commuter trains people were generally really considerate when they saw me on the crutches. They would offer a seat, make sure I had plenty of space, give me time to get on/off at my own pace etc.

Not everyone though. One day I was getting off a busy train, the passengers about to get on were giving me time to get off. But there was one guy who didn’t have the patience and so charged forward to push me out the way. As I half fell to the side I just grabbed his arm to stop him getting on.

(Fake concerned voice) “Oh no I seem to be falling, let me grab your arm. Oh no I still need your arm in case I might fall. Oh no those people are getting on now instead of you. Oh no the doors are closing. Oh no the train is leaving. Oh no you’ve missed your train.”

He missed his train and I went off with a spring in my step for the first time in weeks!