no i should clean them

They all wanted to be Garnet, Garnet is proud of them all anyway UwU

Now, this was my actual first try of a fanart! (I had forgotten😱) It comes from that official art of Free! where Nagisa is dancing for Rin, and I love it because I love so much Rin and Nagisa’s relationship!! Anyways, sorry it’s so unclear! I hope you like it, tho! ^^

  • Emhyr: I am the emperor of Nilfgaard, I rule the largest empire the world has ever known, command men in tens of thousands. I do not take commands from anyone.
  • False Ciri: Take off you socks in bed.
  • Emhyr: Ok. :3

As promised, I made some icons out of mangacaps I colored! It’s the 5 icons above but with different background colors.

There are 20 icons of 100x100!

Since it’s only 20 icons, I decided to upload them directly on this post. But if you want to download them all at once, hit me up and I’ll post a download link!

If you want me to make icons of a particular character, just tell me.

Please reblog/like if you (plan to) use! Credit is not necessary but appreciated! c:

The icons are under the cut:

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Starlight Glimmer sketch for tonight.

What do you think? Should I stick with the sketchy drawing style with minimal erasing or should I spend more time and clean them up?

So Some Stuff Happened While You Were Gone

It was strange to come home.

Except it wasn’t home anymore. Somewhere in the intervening years of grinding through undergrad and graduate coursework, the house Jazz grew up in had stopped being home.

Danielle had been given Jazz’s room when she left halfway across the country to Yale. During holiday visits they would share, Dani insisting that all her time “camping out” under overpasses and old mausoleums as proper precedent for her to sleep on the floor.

A few times Jazz caught herself thinking of it as her room, instead of Danielle’s. She could still recognize the room she’d stayed in for seventeen years, an old imprint she felt in the air, pins and needles in her scalp; her hands itched with the impression that if they just peeled away the sci-fi posters and anime wall-scrolls and the global Polaroid collage the old room would still be there, waiting beneath like a layer of wallpaper.

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Anonymous said:

Hello! Please do a one-shot where the reader has been in Neverland for a while, but one day Peter notices how beautiful her eyes are and he realises that he loves her and he confesses and then fluff? Thx xxx

Warning/s: cursing, sexism


Summary: you hated each other and then boom!

Character: Peter Pan

I have been on Neverland for a long time now. It gets boring at times but who am I to complain? At least I’m not back in the real world. God, it sucks there! I hate school, I hate my classmates, I hate my neighbors, and I hate my parents. I’m basically just your typical teenager.

I was more than thankful when Pan’s shadow appeared in my room. I mean, it was weird at first but then it was cool. I get to leave my unloving hometown so why fight the shadow?

During my first few days on Neverland, I was treated as a slave but then the lost boys got the hang of me and started treating me like I’m one of them. But all we did was hunt, play Pan’s games, dance. I mean, it sounds fun but it gets boring when you do it every single day.

Pan, the ruler of the island, is quite a mystery for me. All I know is that he’s a sexist bastard. He was the reason why the boys treated me as a slave. Because apparently, “Girls are supposed to do what boys told them to”. After that, I never get to talk to him. It’s either he’s busy or he just doesn’t want to talk to me. I mean, I’m actually good with that because whenever he would talk to me, all he does is make sexist remarks.

So that’s basically the reason why I enjoy not being his companion. I don’t even know what he has against girls. Like, when I first arrived here, he wasn’t so happy about it. He just hated my guts immediately.


Y/N thanked the shadow for taking her away from her ‘home’. The shadow just nodded at the girl, feeling confused as to why she was thankful because every other kid that he brought to Neverland was either crying or struggling.

He looked at Y/N one last time and flew away, leaving Y/N standing there, looking rather like a lost puppy.

Y/N looked around as countless of boys appeared behind the trees. The one who was wearing a camouflage outfit and looks like the leader walked over to her with a scowl on his face.

One of the lost boys who sneaked up behind Y/N, knocked her down, making her kneel in front of the leader. The leader smirked at her helpless figure.

“A girl, I see. Why does my shadow keep on bringing useless ones these days?” he insulted, his voice showing off his English accent. The boys around him laughed and snickered at his insult.

Y/N just sat there, feeling vulnerable, mad, and scared at the same time. She looked at the rude boy and glared at him.

The boy raised an eyebrow at her and forced an amused smile on his face. “Feisty one, aren’t you?” he chuckled. “What’s your name, girl?” he spat the word ‘girl’ with disgust.

“Y-Y/N” she stuttered. The boy smirked at her. “Not so tough now huh? I’m Peter Pan by the way. I just wanted you to know what your ruler’s name is” he chuckled at her vulnerable state.

“Look at her boys! She’ll be our new slave because that’s what girls are for. Take her to camp and make her do your chores or whatever it is that needs cleaning.” Pan waved her off like she was some kind of object.

~end of flashback~

I stared at the fire in front of me while thinking about how the boys decided to treat me normally. Nevermind how. I’m just thankful that they’re not sexist like their leader. Pan would always make these sexist remarks whenever he gets the chance. Like when I was washing my clothes, he would throw his dirty laundry at me, telling me that I should clean them because that’s what I’m good for and I couldn’t even complain because he’s the ruler of the island and he can kill me in just one blink of an eye so I just do as he says.

There’s also this one time where I was eating lunch and he decided to take mine, telling me that I should just make another one for myself because girls are supposed to cook  for guys and blah blah blah.

I hate his guts for being so sexist. Like, sexism is next to racism in my list of hated things. So I decided to just stay away from him or avoid him so I won’t have to deal with him.

My thoughts were interrupted when someone poked me from the side. I looked at them and when I noticed that it was Pan, I looked back at the flame in front of me, ignoring Pan’s presence.

“Aww, why are you ignoring me?” he cooed mockingly.

I rolled my eyes and stood up, muttering a “I need to do something” so I don’t come out as rude.

I walked into my tent and sat on my bed, bending down to puff my pillow. When I sat back up though, I wasn’t expecting for Pan to be sitting beside me so I yelped in shock, putting a hand on my chest.

“Oh gosh” I whispered.

“Sorry, love. Didn’t mean to startle you” he chuckled.

I continued to steady my breathing while Pan sat there watching me with a smirk. When I was breathing normally, I looked at Pan and frowned when I saw him smirking. I have had enough of his ‘games’ and I’m not interested in playing them anymore.

“Okay, I really don’t want to be rude but you’re being really fucking rude and I don’t even know what I did to you that you always make me irritated or why you’re being such a sexist.” I shouted at him while looking down, not wanting to see his cold eyes that are probably glaring at me.

“What I’m trying to say is that please leave me alone to sleep.” I stated awkwardly, still looking down, realizing that I just shouted at Pan.

“Well look at that” he chuckled bitterly.

“Are you ordering me?” he asked, threateningly. I continued looking down, afraid as to what I might see when I look up.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” he shouted. I silently whimpered at his loud voice but I was still looking down, praying for my life.

“I said look at me!” he exclaimed, grabbing my face with one hand and forcing me to look at his face. I looked at him, my eyes probably glossy with tears, while he stared at me.

His face suddenly softened and he let go of my face, muttering a ‘sorry’. He was still staring at my face as I awkwardly sat in front of him.

“Um..” I coughed awkwardly, “Is something wrong?” I asked him.

“It’s just your eyes” he trailed off, still staring at me.

“What about them?” I asked, trying to ignore the awkwardness, which he doesn’t seem to be feeling.

“They’re.. beautiful” he smiled at me. My eyes widened as I choked on my own saliva.

Pan looked at me with worried eyes as he patted my back.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Are you?” I muttered.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“You just told me that my eyes are beautiful” I chuckled awkwardly.

“It’s true” he stated, making me look at him weirdly.

“W-what?” I asked.

He sighed. “That’s why I came up to you earlier. But you shut me down quickly.” He chuckled.

“What are you talking about?” I asked him, completely confused.

“Okay listen” he started.

“I came to you earlier so I can apologize for being so mean to you ever since you came here. I was a dick for making fun of your gender. I just didn’t know how to act towards… girls” he scratched the back of his neck.

“Wow” was all I said.

“I’m sorry” he repeated.

“I heard you the first time” I said.

“So.. What do you say?” he asked.

“Mmm… Okay, I guess” I shrugged. “Just don’t be a dick again” I deadpanned.

He chuckled but then nodded.

“Ugh.. This might mess everything up but I wanted to..” he trailed off.

“To wha-“ I was cut off when he pressed his lips against mine, making my eyes go wide in shock. It took a while but I kissed back and felt him smile. He pulled away and smiled at me.

He leaned his forehead against mine and looked at me lovingly.

“I’ve always wanted to try that.” He whispered.

“And guess what? I loved it” he smiled.

“As surprising as it sounds.. I loved it too”


note: I might be super busy next week because life. lmao. I hope you enjoyed this one. I haven’t posted in a while soo. :3

Requests are OPEN yo!


Some quick warm up scribbles from this morning to get the drawing juices flowing. Rick has a thing for red heads and I have a thing for the idea of Stan having freckles- so here you go.

This headcanon was brought to you by Alt-J’s song Every Other Freckle.