not usually my style but i like it

Attempted a slightly different artstyle. It still looks like my usual but more cartoony. The lips are a wee bit too thick.

Welp. Heres one of my fave ocs Ceifeiro. I was considering using this as the main artstyle for Rebellious feathers.

Looks a little bit like spibbles style tho :’)

Reblogs appreciated

anonymous asked:

Hi, Auntie Jilli! The goth night in my town is having an All Types Of Goth-themed night, and we're all supposed to dress up like a different kind of goth than we usually go for. I'm sort of a tradrock/glam/deathrocker type, and I was wondering if you knew of any sort of goth style that you love that I could try out for a night without too much financial investment. (I was thinking Victorian, but that's kinda expensive and I like dancing all night with minimal sweating!) Thank you!

Ooooh! Hit the thrift stores* and look for some flowy skirts, lighweight lace scarves, and shawls. Wear your usual deathrocker top pieces, but add the skirts, tie the shawls around your waist , and use safety pins to secure other scarves and shawls to your top(s). Ta-da! Super-easy dark mori/witch fashion! 

*You also can find these things on Amazon from the Asian fast-fashion companies, for prices that are only slightly more expensive than thrift stores. 

A lot of people have been telling me how easy it is to find clothes or style me because of my petite body. Contrary to that, I am actually having a hard time buying clothes for myself. Although I am an artist, I do suck at mixing and matching clothes. I don’t know which type of clothes would suit me or what kind of style would fit my body type.

I don’t really have a specific style. I usually just wear shorts and a shirt or a crop top. I used to be a fan of skater  and pleated skirts. Someone told me I should be wearing skirts and dresses that has “volume” because a straight cut or really fitted ones won’t look good on me. I rarely go shopping and my mom always ask me why I don’t buy clothes for myself. Well, its either I find something I like but its pricey or I find something affordable but don’t really like its style and hesitant that it will not look good on me so I end up buying nothing.

Recently though, I think I was finally able to discover my kind of style. I’m into button down polo’s with embroidery or patches. I also fell in love with halter tops, off-shoulders, Korean-style and summer dresses. Floral designs and tribal patterns also attracts me. For some reason, I have found this confidence in me to actually wear them. As they say, it’s not how it looks but it’s how you carry it. I guess feeling good about yourself and being comfortable in  your own skin and clothes helps.

To help me in choosing what kind of clothes to buy, I usually browse on Pinterest to look for ideas. If I like a certain style or clothing I immediately save that photo and make it as a reference. Actually, whatever your style preference is as long as it makes you feel good and happy then you don’t have anything to worry about. Because for sure you’re gonna rock it.

Random gift art to @scisetdaily / @adgerelli because I love your blog and I can’t believe purplebacon is married and is having kids! You always give me my daily dose of Sunset and Twilight keepin me ALIVE

A+ blog would recommend (❁´▽`❁)*✲゚*

seagull hell; she just wants 2 nap on the burning sand

//uh sorta response to a prompt/request from the other day! of jasper n amethyst napping together but became ‘fckn curse yr sleeping sister w potato chips’  

Dean barely notices when Sam runs into the house to investigate the nephilim situation. His eyes dart this way and that, taking in the tattered, broken wingspan spread out before him.

All of the times that he lost Cas, he never saw his wings. Not once. And it feels so…final.

Dean’s lips tremble as he casts his gaze upwards towards where he knows heaven is watching. He wonders if the angels care. He wonders if God cares.

He knows Chuck probably isn’t even in heaven, and maybe he has his ears turned off while he’s having the family meeting to end all family meetings with Amara, but he tries anyway. He wants to beg, bargain, and scream, but he’s not sure he can speak. He sends up a plea, his lips mouthing silent prayers.

The air is still. Too still. Deathly still.

Dean squeezes his eyes shut and slumps down to the ground. He bows his head down, but he can’t yet bear to look. Not yet. Not again.

He breathes, and it feels like a monumental effort. He is hyper aware of being alive, of his lungs filling with oxygen and expelling carbon dioxide, and suddenly he thinks he might understand why yoga helps to clear the mind. Maybe he’ll take it up. He could do with a nice, clear mind after…after…

He opens his eyes. Cas is there, but he isn’t.

Dean swallows against the burning lump in his throat as he reaches a hand out. Hand touches hand. One is cold.

Dean stares at the eyes and wills them to open as he curls his fingers around the still, cold hand. And finally, after much effort, he finds that he can speak.

“Please,” Dean pleads, his voice smaller than he thinks it has ever been. “Please. Cas. I need you.”

No. That’s not right. That’s not enough.

“I love you.”

Too late. He says it, finally, after all of these years, and it falls on deaf ears. Ears that will never hear those words.

Dean’s eyes sting. “Come back. Like you always do.” His voice cracks. “I love you. I love you. I love you. Please come back.”

The world is still. Too still.

He’s not coming back this time.

Dean folds himself over Cas’s body and finally allows himself to break.

anonymous asked:

how come you art looks nothing like the actual characters of haikyu? Was it meant to be on purpose that their eyes are different or nah? (this is a genuine question I always had so I do not mean to offend you if I did at all)

I gotten asked this a few times/// I have my own style??? Im not Furudate and I dont draw like Furudate so if I try to draw his characters theyre going to look like them but in my own style?

their eyes are the same… I just put my own style too it? it would be different if I drew Akaashi with big Ugu anime eyes when he actually has sharp piercing eyes

characters that have big eyelids I usually draw them red and puffy [ex akaashi and kuro but people usually think its eye shadow] … I also draw eyelashes cuz I like eyelashes its my style! sometimes I add things to characters eyes that match there personality! Like Kenma I usually draw with red under eyebags !


also 

the resemblance is uncanny 

Guys,,,I know this is a little hard to believe,,,but I actually drew them,,,AGAIN. Please refrain from panicking and escape the area in a civilized manner,,,

I don’t know why I’ve been drawing these two so much??? I think it brought me back to my old cartoon style that I had back a few years ago, and I just like going back to my more childish art style. Kind of a nice change from my usual half anime, half cartoon art style that just looks strange. 

Kisses {Harry Styles Smut}

PAIRING: Harry/Y/N
RATING: R lol
WORD COUNT: 10k y’all!!!
REQUESTED: nope !

this is my longest one shot, it took up like 20 pages on microsoft word lmfao !! anyways it took me a bit longer than usual bc i went through a slight block (rip) but it is finished and i’m quite proud of it!! feedback is much appreciated, it rly motivates me!! ok that’s it i hope u enjoy :-)

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Jason, Percy, and Capes

Or; Bi Ace Jason and His Journey of Self-Discovery

Or; Jason is Ace and I Am Projecting

So eventually Percy calling Jason “Superman” becomes kind of a thing between them. Jason only lets Percy call him that, and Percy uses it both to kind of tease Jason when he’s being extra heroic and praetor-y, and also as an affectionate nickname for his friend.

One year for his birthday, Percy buys him a Superman cape. He doesn’t wear it often, but it’s big enough that he uses it as a blanket a lot. When they hang out and play video games together, the winner gets to wear the cape. (He’ll never admit it, but sometimes Jason will let Percy win a little easier so that the cape will smell like sea breeze for a while after he leaves.)

A few months later, he sits Percy down and tells him that he likes boys as well as girls. Percy smiles, tells him that’s awesome! and that he does too, and hugs him. Jason hugs him back, burying his face in Percy’s shoulder. They watch a movie that night instead of playing video games, the Superman cape wrapped around them like a blanket where they sit shoulder-to-shoulder on Jason’s couch.

That year, Percy gets Jason another cape for his birthday. This one is just as big, but rather than red, it’s striped blue, purple, and pink. The bi flag, Percy tells him, a huge grin on his face. Then he unfurls it, and Jason sees the crudely sewn Superman logo in the middle. Jason laughs at that, head thrown back and just so damn happy, and Percy laughs with him. Jason refuses to take the cape off for the rest of the day (not that it mattered, since they spent the rest of the day bingewatching sitcoms on Netflix, but it mattered to Jason.)

Sometime later, they’re sitting next to each other on the couch, Percy’s legs flung across Jason’s lap, their video game controllers left on the coffee table from their last round. The bi flag Superman cape is tied around Jason’s shoulders since he’d been the one to blue shell Percy in the last seconds of the race and take first place. Percy leans forward, close enough that Jason can smell that sea breeze that just seemed to follow Percy everywhere, and starts picking at and fidgeting with the edge of the cape. So, if you’re Superman, he begins, nervousness wobbling his voice, is there any chance… I could be your Lois Lane? Jason smiles at him.

Things are going well between them. Dating is fun, even if sometimes their “dates” only consist of lighting a candle on the coffee table as they share a $5 pizza and watch cartoons together. Really, things between them don’t change much, they just get, well, closer. There’s more touching now, and for the most part, Jason likes it. He likes kissing Percy. He likes kissing Percy a lot, actually. And he likes the touching. He likes holding Percy’s hand, and he likes cuddling with him on the couch without fear of it being awkward. He likes when Percy comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his middle and rests his chin on Jason’s shoulder or presses his forehead to the back of Jason’s neck. He likes when they fall asleep curled up together and wake up with their legs tangled and Percy’s head resting on his chest, even if he drools, the bi flag Superman cape wrapped around them. There’s some things he doesn’t like so much, though. It’s nothing Percy’s done, because Percy would never do something Jason wasn’t explicitly okay with, but it’s the thought of it that bothers him. The thought of removing clothes and touching other places that leaves a distinct feeling of discomfort and repulsion in the pit of his stomach.

Unsure of what to do about it or what it means, he does the only thing he can think of and calls Piper. Surely, a daughter of Aphrodite would know what to do. He tells her what’s been going on, and when he’s done, she tells him that she thinks he may be asexual. When he lets out a noise of confusion, she tells him that it would probably be best if he talked to her half-brother Mitchell, since he actually is ace and could probably explain things better than she could. She gives him her brother’s number, and he thanks her.

Jason steels himself for what is to come. The talk with Mitchell had helped, and now that Jason has the proper words to put with what he’s feeling, he decided it was time to talk to Percy about it. It’s date night, which this time means takeout, a “clean linen” scented candle Jason had bought on sale, and a Star Wars marathon. When Percy steps through Jason’s front door, he greets him with a kiss and tells him he needs to talk to him before dinner. Percy nods, then asks if everything is okay as they sit facing each other on the couch. Jason nods, takes a deep breath, and carefully lays things out on the table, metaphorically speaking. He tells Percy about how much he likes being with him, but how the thought of doing… he fumbles for words… more… makes him nauseous. It’s nothing Percy had done wrong, just that this is who he is. He’s asexual, he explains, sex-repulsed. And he feels Percy has a right to know.

Percy has been nodding along as Jason explains things, ending with how he doesn’t think he’ll ever be okay with doing anything much beyond what they are doing currently. Okay, Percy tells him. He’s happy with how they are now, anyway, and he loves Jason so much that as long as Jason is happy, he will be happy, and that he’s happy Jason’s comfortable enough to tell him and that things are perfect as they are, and—

Oh.

He’d said—

I love you too, Jason says, and pulls Percy into a tight embrace for a few moments before pulling back and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. That kiss brakes when Percy’s smile grows too big for it. The rest of date night goes off without a hitch, and they fall asleep halfway through Return of the Jedi cuddled together under both Superman capes.

When Jason’s birthday rolls around again, he’s surprised when Percy hands him a familiar looking box. He opens it, and instead of blue, purple, and pink, the cape he pulls out is striped with black, gray, white, and purple. Percy’s grin is so bright Jason can’t help but smile back. He unfurls it, and sees the Superman logo stitched into it, slightly neater than it was on his bi flag one. He hugs Percy then, and Percy hugs him back, whispering I love you, Superman, into the junction of Jason’s neck and shoulder. There’s a lot of kissing after that. Then, they end up curled in the corner of the couch, legs tangled together and Percy half on Jason’s lap. Jason has his newest cape wrapped around his shoulders, while Percy has taken the bi flag one, and the red one lays across their laps. They talk for hours, about everything and nothing, from some new designs Annabeth has been coming up with to which flavor of Starburst tastes the best. Jason isn’t sure exactly when they drift off, but the last thing he remembers is nuzzling into Percy’s hair and being hit with that sea breeze as if he’s actually sitting on the sand and looking out at the ocean itself, and a passing thought about how comfortable and perfect he feels wrapped up there with Percy and all of their capes.

i promised more Miraculous x Hunter art and HERE YA GO

there is so much about this that I like and don’t like–there is something about this that still doesn’t look right to me (maybe the perspective?) but oh well. :/ sorry for my sketchy art style lmao

sometimes Gon(as Ladybug) tries to put the moves on Chat Noir(Killua) and sometimes he gets close to getting what he wants–but it usually ends up with Chat pushing him off a building from embarrassment XD


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I don’t have enough training. And even if I did, I’m Valentine’s daughter. Nobody there trusts me. For 18 years, you made me believe that I could live a normal life. This life. But I can’t, can I? No. ‘Cause I’m not a mundane. I’m not a Shadowhunter. I’m not anything.

{PART 26} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Jungkook attempts to do the impossible; keep Yoongi under control for as long as he can in his own Manor. But, after an unsuspecting escalation - everything ends in tears…and blood.

“How sobering it is, to love something that evil can corrupt”

  • || Warning: This chapter contains violence and some scenes that readers may find upsetting ||

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} // {Part 25} {Part 26} {Part 27}

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Your blush is so much more obvious without your glasses, Yuuri <3

(or, guess who got into Ice Gays)

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Giving In

In which Harry and y/n are too impatient to wait until Valentines Day…

A/N: Shoutout to @stylesunchained for the title because I was seriously stumped.  Anyway, HAPPY VALENTINES DAY MY LOVELY FOLLOWERS! This is probably the filthiest thing I’ve ever written so… enjoy. 

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