not sure how i feel about this colouring

Ilia is so clearly not a villain. We can only guess why she is doing what she is doing, but she is not even trying to hide that she still cares a lot about Blake. Her expression is full of pain and the colour of her eyes also says a lot about how she is really feeling in that moment, trying to warn Blake before it’s too late. 

“You’re going to have to make me.” 

“I know.”

Ilia is planning something. I’m sure she is. I don’t know where she really stands, if this is just about Blake or if she also disagrees with what Adam is doing. But Ghira and Blake going public will have consequences that will probably lead to Blake leaving for Mistral. 

Ilia knows she has to make her leave and she will. 

Also this. Blake’s expression shifting from anger to sadness. She cares. She doesn’t hate her. 

Everything we know about Blake’s story in the upcoming episodes is that she is going to find out about Adam wanting the fall of Haven and deciding she needs to stop him. 

I can’t wait to find out what happens next. 


What if Zevran recruited himself to join the Chargers, meeting The Iron Bull at Storm Coast?

Someone was immediately a bit smitten ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

(This was supposed to be for the doodle prompt “What if Iron Bull and Zevran met?” and it got way out of hand this was supposed to be a doodle ok slam dunk me in the trash.)

heello! i recently ordered from acorn press and still have a couple chillypig charms still in my possession so i thought it’d be a good opportunity to do a comparison/review! all the charms are 2″ clear acrylics

this’ll mostly be for people scoping out new companies, or for people who’re interested in making charms for the first time!

NOTE: in all the pictures, charms with a phone strap are chillypig and without are acorn press

i’ll be fairly nit-picky about everything and be as in depth as i can to provide max info, but please keep in mind this is all from personal experience! it’s not the end all be all

this is gonna get pretty long so under the cut we goo

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my friend was upset tonight so naturally I decided to spam them with pictures of fish costumes and honestly I had a ball

so I’m gonna share them with you now. Get ready for a wild ride.

let’s start simple

real simple

“haha see I have fins! haha help me

lots of nemos going around

some of them more terrifying than others

it’s like he’s wearing horse blinders I’m

okay well this one has the colours I guess

are you serious

how many sexy fish costumes could there possibly - 

okay but surely - 


not sure how the fuck we’re supposed to feel about this one


someone save him

give em the ol razzle dazzle

this is why NASA won’t explore the ocean


alright let’s get back to some friendlier content

we agreed this one would be me

this guy’s just happy to be invited to the party

this one’s kinkshaming you

this one is very possibly my favourite

and these guys are the grand finale because I have so many questions?? But I don’t want a single one answered look at this. Fish on segways. Amazing.

Okay thank you for your time.

Deoxys is gonna be three different nights, because each form is sufficiently distinct and cool-looking. Also I just like this one. Went a little weird with the shading, not sure how I feel about it.

For personal reference when I do the other two, I colour-shifted the red to +11 hue to make it more orange.

Some guy I didn’t recognize stopped me on the street to catch up with me like an old friend. He gave me a fistbump. I was scared and bewildered the whole time.

more kid kevin verse courtesy of the lovely @broship-addict :D

“You didn’t think this through,” Neil tells Andrew.

Andrew looks calm because he’s always calm, but there’s a thread of quiet stress carved in around his mouth. Neil would feel sympathetic, but Andrew brought this on himself.

‘This’ is the quietly crying five-year-old clinging to Andrew’s legs like a limpet. Kevin can’t be described as stoic in any sense of the word, but he’s usually a pretty tough kid. That’s probably the only reason he’s snuffling into Andrew’s jeans instead of howling right now.

Andrew gives Neil a mild look before crouching down. Kevin is forced to let go of his death grip, but he immediately takes up another on Andrew’s shirt. His little scrunched-up miserable face does send a little pang through Neil’s chest.

When they took Kevin in, it was with the understanding that Neil, who travelled for work as pro Exy player, would continue to do so because his salary was high, and that Andrew would mostly work from home until Kevin was old enough for kindergarten. That’s worked out well, except that Kevin is basically surgically attached to Andrew and Neil warned him it was going to come to this.

“Do you want to go to school?” Andrew asks Kevin, straightforward as ever.

Kevin, who has had his schoolbag packed for at least two weeks and who could barely get to sleep last night from excitement, rubs his eye with a fist and says, clearly, “Yes.”

“Then why are you so upset?” Andrew asks.

“I don’t want to go without you,” Kevin replies, equally straightforward. His other hand is still white-knuckled in the front of Andrew’s shirt.

“I can stay for a while, but not all day.”

“Why not?” Kevin’s lower lip has stopped trembling but at that it starts again.

“Because I already went to school,” Andrew replies, very reasonably. Somehow Neil doesn’t laugh.

“You don’t want to go to school?” Kevin asks tremulously.

Andrew looks at their surroundings, made of tiny brightly-coloured furniture and clumsy drawings and other small children-related things. He opens his mouth, probably to tell Kevin the truth, and Neil jumps in.

“He would love to stay, but he has work, remember?” he says. Andrew had mostly hated school when he wasn’t ambivalent towards it, and Neil has a feeling if he says as much Kevin will throw the tantrum to end all tantrums about how he hates school now too. “I’m sure school will be way more fun.”

“I like work though,” Kevin says, because to him ‘work’ is sitting at Andrew’s desk and drawing pictures while Andrew attempts to actually get work done around him.

“School is definitely more fun,” Amanda – or ‘Miss Amanda’, as she introduced herself to Kevin – cuts in helpfully. She’s been watching this with a half-amused and half-sympathetic expression on her face. “Why don’t I show you around, Kevin? Your dads can come too.”

Kevin looks at her seriously, and then nods. She offers Kevin her hand and he takes it. Despite the tears and snot on it, Amanda seems unconcerned. Neil should be less impressed by this, but even after a few years of child raising he still sometimes catches himself thinking that kids are kind of disgusting.

Kevin lets go of Andrew as he stands, watching Amanda pointing out what is helpfully labelled The Art Corner in big bubble letters stapled to the wall. Andrew’s shirt is a little stretched out from the force of Kevin’s grip, but he doesn’t bother to smooth it.

Predictably, Kevin is quickly distracted from them by the very capable Amanda and the host of colourful objects around the room. He’s peaceably talking with a pair of small boys when Amanda leaves him and comes back to where Neil and Andrew are hovering silently in the periphery.

She winks. “They usually settle pretty fast once they see what we’ve got on offer. Well done for not joining in on the waterworks though.”

“Is that what usually happens?” Neil asks. He’s not exactly the crying type.

“Some parents make it to the car first I think,” she replies thoughtfully. “If you’ve gotta run, you can probably go ahead now. I’ll call if there are any issues. Otherwise you’re welcome to stay and join in with our program for today. I’m sure there are a few Exy fans in the mix.”

She darts off then, a wave of pleasant floral perfume. She kind of reminds Neil of Renee, actually.

“Should we say goodbye or just make a dash for it?” Neil asks. “Unless you want to stay and help out in The Art Corner, of course.”

Andrew doesn’t bother to respond, instead stepping up to where Kevin is carefully assisting his new friend to make something out of big connecting blocks like the Lego he has at home. “Hey. We’re going to go now, alright?”

“Okay,” Kevin replies absently. “Bye.”

“Bye bud,” Neil says with a wave that doesn’t get any response at all, and then follows Andrew back out to the car.

Andrew doesn’t hesitate before starting the engine, but Neil can’t resist saying, “Sure you don’t need a tissue?”

Andrew tilts his head sideways to give Neil a dull look. “I think I can cope.”

Happy AkuRoku Day! ♥ I actually wrote a completed one-shot for you guys this time! All fluff and afterlife feelings, so I hope you enjoy!


They didn’t go out and watch the latest superhero movie. They didn’t make a reservation at that one restaurant they both like, which didn’t always have the best entrees but always had a decent bread basket and that sea salt cheesecake they could never say no to. They didn’t do anything the couples magazines told them to do–flowers, jewelry, scented candles, a new dress and suit, some ludicrously expensive gold-leaf and champagne infused candy from that one store that opened downtown.

They were both thankful for that.

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How Do I Look? - Jughead x Reader

Request — Anonymous asked: Hi! So I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader is chubby and she has a crush on jughead but she doubts herself? Thanks so much

A/N — Aaa, I thought this request was too cute! I related to this a lot, since I do have BDD and I constantly put myself down for my weight, I know how hard it can be to accept yourself for you are. If you are going through a rough time about something similar and if you ever feel like you don’t fit in because of the way you look, I’m sure you guys are absolutely stunning. Everyone has their flaws and it can be hard to deal with on a daily basis, but trust me, you’re beautiful. I hope you enjoy!

Words: 1135

Warnings: Negative self talk, weight issues

(Y/N) , (S/C) , (Y/L/N) , (E/C) — Your name, skin colour, your last name, eye colour

She just stared at herself through the mirror in her room. She stared over what she was wearing, how she was wearing it, and what she thought about herself wearing it. It started from the top of her head to the bottom of her ankles. A shaky exhale managed to escape her lips, fighting back negative thoughts that surrounded her mind. (Y/N) was getting ready for a party that night. Her best friend and childhood crush, Jughead Jones, was over at her house as he was staying the night. You picked out what you were planning to wear to the party, something casual and not too fancy, just anything that made you feel comfortable. Once again, you eyed yourself over at the black skirt that clung to your (S/C) hips with a grey shirt tucked into it. Jughead walked out from the bathroom, finished getting changed as he didn’t want to invade your privacy.

“Almost ready?” He said, looking down at his phone as he was texting Archie for details. “As much as I hate parties, free food and music isn’t too bad.” He chuckled still keeping his eyes on his phone as he finished off writing his text, putting it in the back of his jeans as he finally made eye contact with you. His eyes widening, so captivated by such a beautiful sight, he was literally speechless. He swallowed hard, stuttering for the right words to come out so he didn’t make a full out of himself in front of such a stunning being. (Y/N) turned around from looking at herself in the mirror, now facing Jughead as her (E/C) eyes met his blue ones.

“W-Why are you staring? Is it the outfit? I-I knew I should have changed, and God it’s last minute, we’ll be late for the party!” (Y/N) blurted out, everything that could possibly go wrong rushed through her head. Jughead knew that she was freaking out about going the party, honestly he wouldn’t blame her, as he himself wasn’t in such a party mood, but anything to please the luck of the chances of getting somewhere with his all time crush, (Y/N), he did anything to make her happy.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N), d-don’t freak out. What’s bothering you, can I help out?” Jughead asked, now scared that he did something wrong like walking in while she was still getting ready. He places his hands on her shoulders keeping her still.

“It’s just…” She paused. “I look so fat. What am I saying, I am so fat. All I see all the time is fat attached to my skin. Why can’t I just look like Betty or Veronica or Cheryl? T-They have the most perfect ideal bodies and I’m just the chubby girl.” You explained, tears now forming in your eyes. Jughead now could clearly tell that this issue had been upsetting you for a while as she told him. Although to Jughead, he never noticed her weight or her appearance in a bodily manner until she pointed it out until now. Jughead, since he could remember, loved (Y/N) for her beauty as well as her personality.

“So what you’re telling me is that you think you’re fat? (Y/N), come here for a ‘sec.” Jughead pulled you over to him, staring straight into your eyes, before he slowly turned you around as you now faced the mirror that knew you so fondly. “What do you see?”

“Everything wrong with myself. My hips, my thighs, my arms, I see an ugly person.” She fought back breaking down in front of him, as she closed her eyes so she didn’t want to look anymore longer. She paused, opening her eyes. “Juggie? What do you see?”

“Well, do you want to know what I see? I see the most beautiful girl a guy could ever meet. I see the most beautiful best friend who I’ve come to cherish for so many years. Do you really want to know what I see?” Jughead walked closer behind you, now standing against you as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind as he laid his chin to rest on your shoulder, leaning down to match each other’s height. “I see you as I’ve seen, a-and came to love.” That caught you by surprise. In a million years, you never thought that your crush, Jughead Jones, loved you back. Yet again would use that specific term in general, as you knew so much about his past and his family and friends. You turned around, now facing him as his hands still held onto your waist. His gaze was deep into yours, gulping hard once again as he figured out something to say, that was until (Y/N) caught him off guard.

“Jughead Jones, do you realise that you are the most gorgeous human I have ever met with the most beautiful soul?” She asked, placing her hand up to rest on his cheek, as he smiled down at her.

“I agree to disagree, but thank you. It… it really means a lot.” Jughead smiled back at her.

“Also, about what you said before… d-do you love me?” She bit down on her bottom lip. Jughead looked down, before adjusting the beanie that clung onto the back of his head.

“I… yes. I have for, God, I don’t even know how long. But yes, I love you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” He looked down at her, hoping there would be a hopeful reaction to have come out of her. A tear quickly ran down her cheek, her first instinct before she broke out into a cheesy grin. Jughead quickly freaked out, thinking it was a turn for the worse. “W-what’s wrong? W-Was it something I said?” You giggled, looking up at him as he wiped that tear that was still stuck to your cheek.

“No, no, no! Jug, I’m okay, just relax will you?” You laughed, feeling now both of his hands now placed on your cheeks. “I’m crying out of happiness, I-I never thought you’d like me back.” At this point, Jughead was now laughing along with you as he held onto your face.

“Can I kiss you, now?” He asked, trying to stop laughing until you stood up onto your tiptoes to meet your lips with his, closing both of your eyes as you shared your moment together until finally pulling away.

“Do you mind if we ditch? I’d rather stay home and have a horror movie marathon.” (Y/N) suggested, placing her forehead against Jughead’s.

“Can we please?!” Jughead asked in such an excited tone, removing his forehead from hers, taking her hand as they both rushed downstairs to the living room.

A/N — No offence, but I’m incredibly proud of myself for writing this. I thought the ending was cute and honestly, would you rather go to a party or stay home alone with Jughead to have a movie marathon? Once again, I hope you enjoyed!

hillbillygodzila  asked:

Hi I was wondering if you are still taking ideas for something to draw and if you want maybe you can draw some of Sonic being sad and Amy comforting him. Also I just wanna say is that your art is amazing!!!!!

How could I say no to such a kind message?! Hope you like it!


DARK MATTER | 2.01 | Five & Six

I was torn. I didn’t know what to do. I was a cop, sworn to uphold the law, and after that planet was destroyed-

This is my first attempt at using photoshop only for colour. I got frustrated half way through cause I don’t have any brushes and don’t really know how to use the default ones efficiently, and I feel like I can’t blend properly in PS. Might go back to SAI, not sure. I also didn’t know what light environment to create for this drawing, so everything about it is just bleh.