one day late but oh well


[TianShan Week]

Day 2: Dear One

a loved one, a sweetheart(well, more like the devil lol); both dear to one’s heart.

Oops, this is late– I started this when I got back from work last night but I fell asleep midway drawing it ^_^; Since I’m already late, I decided to take some time to make it look a bit more nicer!

It could of done with a few more panels but… X_x There was a scene I had in mind where the mother knows about the jacket because she’s the one who does the laundry in the house :P Oh yeah, can’t forget about that big sandwich! XD

sherlocks so tiny like. once he and john are together he’ll start trying to keep to a normal sleep schedule simply to snuggle with john at night, but then he’ll actually get accustomed to it and one day john will be up late reading and sherlock will come in the room all bleary eyed and be like “john? im sorta tired please come to bed” and john will smile so softly at him and be like “yes, of course, i’ll be right there”


Happy Late Valentines Day!!

Spock tries to be dismayed at the fact that the human symbol for hearts in no way resembles the anatomical human heart but fails in the face of his husbands overwhelming cuteness.

‘’Why don’t we watch the sun come up and figure out what we’re going to do with all this time, eh Lazuli?“

sunsets are just as good if not better.
30 Day OTP art challenge. day one. - day two. - day three.

“[…] I could see that this would be a long day and I asked Marilyn what time she thought we might be through. “Oh, I don’t know, probably very late,” she said. Then she added, “Your wife is expecting you.”
“Not. That. It’s just…well, you know, the baby Suzanne, she likes to see me before she goes to sleep. But it’s okay really.”
“She’ll survive,” Marilyn said. Considering her childhood, I imagined she was thinking that there are a lot worse things that can happen to a kid than not having her father to tuck her in for one night.
“It’s tough on Judi,” I said, “because I’m away so much.”
That night we worked late, and when we were through, Marilyn was tired, though she did say sorry to me as she returned to her dressing room. By the time I got back to our apartment on Orange Grove, Suzanne was fast asleep. Judi was still awake, sitting in the living room with a smile on her face. “Why are you up?” I asked. Some had come to the door and woken her. I was a deliveryman holding two dozen roses and a note from Marilyn Monroe:
“Sorry for keeping Larry so late.”
That blew me away. And it still touches me.
-Lawrence Schiller-

So let me preface this by saying that my roommate is a really cool dude with lots of progressive ideas. But we had a conversation the other day that really pissed me off. I just got into The Walking Dead (I know, I’m super late) and we were talking about how I’m not a fan of Rick. I mentioned that I found him bland and that I’ve grown pretty sick of the straight white dude protector character.
My straight, white, male roommate goes “Well things like that don’t bother me because I don’t classify characters by race and gender.”
“Well,” I responded, “that’s easy to do when you’re the one represented in everything”
“Oh I forgot, I’m a straight white male, so like Tumblr says, my opinion doesn’t matter.”
“That’s not what I was saying. I just mean when did you see a [insert my personal identity labels here] save their family or the group or whatever in a post apocalyptic setting? Give me a show with a woman saving her husband and sons. Give me a POC scientist saving the world. I’m sick of seeing stories where I know if I flipped the race or gender they would never be made.”
“Hmm well I need some time but I can find a few examples. Just not off the top of my head”
“That’s the problem though -because if I asked you for straight white dude saves everyone stories you wouldn’t need to do research to name them. You have representation.”
“Well then why don’t you stop complaining and make some yourself. Create something.”
“I’m an anthropologist, not a screenwriter. I shouldn’t have to change professions to see myself represented in media”

I didn’t bring it up at the time, but I also just want to add that there are lots of independent creators making amazing, unique, and inclusive content. I’m more concerned with that fact that this representation never makes it into the mainstream media. Hollywood won’t fund stories of they don’t center around white heteronormative people.

Pokecember Day 11: Ghost

So it’s no secret that ghosts are my favourite so I wanted to do something special with them. I’ve been craving good, old RPG games lately so I figured I’d try a combination of the two. 

This was also my first attempt at a paint over of a 3D model(just for the background, not the pokemon or the crap on the table). I’d say it went pretty well. I wish I had, had a little more time to work on this one. Oh well. There’s always next time.

Suggestion Box // Commission Info // Redbubble // Instagram // Youtube


This was for the Spamano Week, but I’m a little late to the party, but OH WELL! This was Day 2- Accidents (I didn’t go sad with this one mind you lol I’VE ALREADY DONE THAT)

Anyways, more experimenting with the digital painting stuffs with the Christmas!AU~ Hope you like! And I hope you guys had a merry christmas!

@stridercest–week Day 3: i wanted to take you to the aquarium but the aquarium is overrated and also theres that one fish that wears fucking glasses and i just dont get it its been 3 years and i still dont get it [Ideal Date/Outing]

aquariums are still pretty rad tho you gotta admit
(dirk dont try and dive with the sharks–you’ll get banned again)

So I’ll probably be taking a break for the beginning of next week (crazy right?!) because I’m going away for a few days to one of my friends dads beach house. I’ll still write here and there, mostly in my down time and I’ll still be on tumblr to talk and answer asks but I don’t think I’ll be putting another fic out until later next week, so sorry about that.

Teen Years Headcanons

-Omegas in their late teens going through a phase of “all Alphas are stupid and I’ll be just fine if I never mate with one” and that phase ends the day they come home from school and gush to their Omega parent about an Alpha they just met “he’s way different than the other Alphas, I’m sure of it mom” and the Omega parent just nodding along while their child chatters on

-An Omega trying to hide a relationship from their parents and panicking when they can’t get the Alpha’s scent off of them…only to find out their Omega parent already knew, because mothers know everything, and they help them get the scent off before their Alpha parent gets home. But they do tell their Omega child that they expect to meet the Alpha soon

-An Omega being very introverted and having to be practically dragged from their nest to be made to go out and socialize because “at this rate you’ll never meet a decent Alpha”

-An Alpha in high school who has trouble focusing on school work and is always turning their work in late while their Omega sibling gets straight A’s. They refuse to ask their sibling for help though because they are too proud to admit they need it, their Alpha parent tries to help but they don’t handle it any better and finally their Omega parent just sits down and helps explain it to them

-Alphas struggling a lot with their newfound aggression and getting in trouble a lot with both their school and their parents for getting into fights

-Angsty teenage Alphas dramatically deciding they are too aggressive and temperamental to love someone, and their parents are kind of sympathetic…but they also want to tell the Alpha to suck it up and quit brooding needlessly

-Hormonal Omega teens getting upset a lot so whenever their Alpha parent approaches a room and catches a whiff of angry Omega pheromones they will back up slowly and then send their mate in to deal with it because they don’t want to be yelled at again just for being an Alpha

-Beta teens going through emo phases because “in the grand scheme of things, we don’t matter as much as the other dynamics”

-Omega mothers establishing “family nights” because they miss having all their babies in one place, everybody participates and nobody complains because its very obvious how much the Omega loves it

-Overprotective Alpha parents being worried when their Omega teenager goes out with friends so they pace the living room and repeatedly check out the blinds until they get back, the whole time their mate just sits on the couch watching on in amusement

In This Galaxy

For @jonxsansafanfiction ‘s Valentines Challenge!
Day 3: Confessions
Summary: Dystopian AU: After Winterfell, one of the largest ships in the galaxy, is attacked by rebels, Lieutenant Snow is tasked with protecting the princess, but when they are saved by the royal military unit, Lieutenant Snow is interrogated over what really transpired during the rebellion.

“State your name and station.”

“Jon Snow. Lieutenant at The Wall.”

The man crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back. His blonde hair was cropped to the scalp and there was a long jagged scar down his right eye. He would be intimidating if Jon hadn’t spent the past five years at The Wall where he had seen the worst of what the war could do to people.

“What was your business at Winterfell?”

“I was sent by my general to discuss a private matter.”

“What was that matter?”

“That is above your clearance.”

The man’s eyes narrowed. He placed both hands on the cool, metal table.

“Lieutenant Snow, I can assure you I have clearance.”

“Unless General Mormont tells me personally, I cannot say any further.”

There was a moment where the man seemed to consider this and debate whether it was worth pressing the issue further but a knock from the other side of the mirror decided for him. Jon didn’t know who was watching behind the glass or how many people had been involved in the rebellion, all he cared about was getting out of here and finding her.

“Very well. So you arrived at Winterfell three days prior. Is that correct?”


“And then what happened?”

“My men and I were escorted immediately to General Stark’s office where the matter was discussed.”

“This is Eddard Stark?”

“No. This was his son. Robb Stark.”

“Where was Eddard Stark? Last we heard, he was the General in charge of Winterfell.”

“He is retired with his wife at Riverrun, or so I was told.”

“So you met with General Robb Stark. What happened after?”

“Once the matter was concluded, General Stark held a feast for my men and I. It had been a long journey from The Wall. It was to lift our spirits.”

“Were you intoxicated at this feast, Lieutenant Snow?”


“Was this when the rebels arrived?”

“No. That happened later.”

“So what happened at the feast?”

“We drank, we ate. It was a feast. Nothing of import happened other than that.”

“Was that when you met the princess?”

Jon’s jaw clenched imperceptibly.

“Yes and no. We were introduced in passing but I did not speak to her.”

“Did you want to?”

“I don’t see how that is relevant.”

“Answer the question, lieutenant.”

“No, I did not want to. She is a woman well above my station. I had no reason to want to speak to her.”

The man wrote something in his file and nodded. Jon knew what was coming but knowing it did little to ease the tension built up around his shoulders.

“So the rebels came at what hour?”


“What happened first?”

“A blast broke down in the hull of the ship. Even from where our quarters were, it rocked all of Winterfell.”

“Did you try to reach an escape pod?”

“No, I am a soldier. My duty was to my men. We stayed and fought.”

“But you didn’t stay for long.”

“Is that a question?”

“What did General Stark say to you during the fighting?”

“He ordered me to protect the princess.”

“Just you?”

“Just me. He did not trust anyone else.”

“And why is that?”

“Because Winterfell had not detected any enemy ships so the rebels must’ve already been on board when they attacked. There was no telling which of us were compromised.”

“But General Stark was sure you weren’t?”

“We trained together at the Academy. He knows I am loyal.”

The man jotted something else down. Jon’s unease grew.

“So you abandoned the fight and went to find the princess. What happened?”

“I escorted her to an escape pod but we were ambushed. We had to find refuge somewhere. There were six rebels after us and I couldn’t take them all at once without risking the safety of the princess.”

“I see. And so you blocaded yourselves in the infirmary. For the entire time?”

“Where else would we go? We could still hear the fighting. If we tried to reach our escape pod with those rebels looking for us, we’d be dead. I had a mission to protect the princess at all cost and I was not willing to fail.”

“Because of General Stark?”


“And no other reason?”

“What are you insinuating?”

“You were alone with the princess for two days, Lieutenant Snow. You tell us.”

“If you’re asking if anything happened between the princess and I then the answer is no. Like I said, I am a soldier and she is a princess. She is well above my station.”

“But did you want something to happen?”

“I don’t see how this is relevant to the rebellion.”

“It is very relevant, Lieutenant Snow. Now answer the question.”

“My only concerns were about her safety. I kept her safe. That is all.”

A shout could be heard from beyond the room and Jon jerked forward, alert and ready.

“What’s happening?”

The man looked nonplussed, as if he barely even heard the noise. He merely flipped through the file in his lap.

“None of your concern. Now, how did the princess sustain her injuries?”

The shouting continued. Jon’s eyes flickered to the only entrance into the room. Something wasn’t right. He had felt it as soon as these men had arrived, claiming to be the White Cavalry, a military unit dedicated to protecting the royal family, but there was something off about them. Jon couldn’t put his finger on what it was but he needed to find her. He needed to make sure she was safe.

“Lieutenant Snow, how did the princess sustain her injuries?”

Jon looked back at the man, frowning.

“We were found by the rebels on the last day. There were three of them this time. I did my best but one of them got to her before I could incapacitate them.”

“I see.”

The memory pained him still. He had let them touch her. It was his job to protect the princess, his job to protect his friend’s cousin, but he had barely managed that.

“Is she okay?”

The man looked up from his file, a slow, sinister smile pulling taut across his face. Jon’s fingers clenched tightly at his side.

“Tell me, Lieutenant Snow, what is the nature of your relationship with the princess?”

“There is no relationship.”

“Hmm, I beg to differ. According to footage recovered from Winterfell, there is in fact a rather fond relationship between the two of you.” The man closed his file. He smiled even wider now. “So if I were to threaten your life, do you think the princess would rush to your aid? Do you think she would reveal her father’s plans for the warship?”

Jon’s breath left him in a rush. He brought both fists down onto the table and lurched forward.

“You piece of shit, where did you take her!”

The man leaned back. There was nothing Jon could do with the restraints holding him in place. His heart pounded in his chest, all the worries and doubts coming to surface all at once. They were part of the rebellion. He should have known. He should have protected her.

That is none of your concern, Lieutenant Snow.”

“You touch her and I’ll kill you!”

The man laughed, a foreboding sound to Jon’s ears.

“It’s quite touching, really, this little crush you have on the princess. Pathetic, lieutenant, but touching. It’s too bad she has to die for the cause. Such a pretty girl too.”

The shouting returned, now closer than before, and this time, it did cause the man to turn towards the mirrored wall with a furrow between his brows. Jon tried to regain control of his breathing. If he remained calm, he could find a way out of his restraints and save her. He could still save her. He had to.

Abruptly, the mirror exploded, shards of glass flying everywhere. Jon tucked his head towards his chest and angled his body as best as he could away from the projectiles. When he looked back up, his men were jumping into the room with their guns raised. Two grabbed the man who had been interrogating Jon, and his second-in-command unlocked Jon’s restraints with a smirk.

“Alright, Jon?” Edd asked. “You look like shit.”

Jon laughed and rubbed at his wrists as soon as the metal handcuffs had dropped away. He stood up, walking over to the man, and punched him square in the jaw.

“Not a crush,” Jon said, leaning forward so his voice remained low enough for only the man to hear, confessing something he hadn’t even said to the woman in question. “I love her. And the next time you try to threaten her life, I’ll make sure you die a slow and agonising death.”

As soon as the man was carried out from the room, a flurry of red came bounding towards him, his hands instinctively going around her waist. Her lips found his easily and she kissed him so fully, so deeply, that several of his men started to cough to get their attention. Jon chuckled, pushing her back but keeping one arm secured around her waist.

“Search the ship. Lock up any rebels you find and bring the injured to the main hall. Edd, I need you to contact General Mormont. No one else. Not even the royal family. We don’t know how many have been compromised.”

When his men had filed out, leaving him alone with her, Jon turned her in his arms and cradled her face in between his hands.

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

“Jon,” she sighed, smiling. “I’m okay. I really am.”

He kissed her again, just to make sure she was really there in his arms.

“What’ll happen now?”

“I don’t know,” Jon said honestly. “But I’m not letting you out of my sight. You stay with me. It’s the only way I can protect you.”

“Is that a promise, Lieutenant Snow?”

“Aye. It is, Princess Sansa.”

interrupt. // iwaizumi hajime

i had this idea on skype and oh my god i just had to write it
college au btw!

Today seemed like one of the best days Iwaizumi has actually had in college so far, the classes were fine; he practically aced all his tests and he was on a date with the person he’s had a crush on ever since they showed up late to class.

Well that last one was something that almost made Iwaizumi faint there and then when they asked if he wanted to do something with you later. As soon as you had said the words to him his face bursted into to red as he muttered a yes before leaving in a flash.

And now here you two were sitting on a park bench just talking about your past school’s and such, anything that came to mind really.

“What school did you go to?” You asked, Iwaizumi pursed his lips slightly before he spoke, “Aoba Johsai.” Your eyes widened as you let out as you let out a small noise of excitement, “Really?! That’s such a highly appreciated school!” You exclaimed with excitement, the males face growing slightly red seeing how excited you were.

He covered his cheeks with his hand as his eyes glanced away, “What school did you go to?” He asked, changing the subject onto you. “Ah, I just went to Nekoma,” Iwaizumi blinked as his eyes glanced back over at you seeing a soft smile on your face.

“I see, did you like it?”

“Yeah,” You hummed with a nod, “It was a good school, plus it was close to home so it just made it easier for me to go there.” You stated, “Much like Aoba Johsai it had a highly appreciated Volleyball team.” You added, thinking back to your high school days where everyone would talk about the Volleyball team while you’d have your face crammed in a book to study and read.

“You said you played Volleyball, right, Iwaizumi? What position did you play?” You asked, “Wing Spiker.” You let out another noise of excitement, “That’s so cool! I would love to watch you play one day.”

Iwaizumi’s eyes widened as another blush grew on his face, “R-Really?” You nodded, “Of course!” You confirmed the male growing a small smile on his face, this date was something he was looking forward too all day.

And he had a reason too, with your excitement and smiles he almost regrets not asking you out sooner instead of you asking him out earlier that day.

Then his phone rang, making the male click his tongue to look at it only to grow a look of disgust when he saw the name on his screen. “Shittykawa” was written on the screen, causing Iwaizumi to press the decline button and put the phone back in his pocket.

“Did you need to get that?” You asked, he shook his head, “It’s not important.” He stated simply, his phone ringing again making him pull it out of his pocket again and press the decline button yet again, it rung one more time making the male grow more annoyed at the male who consistently rang him.

“Are you sure it’s not important?” You asked, hesitantly. “Believe me,” Iwaizumi said looking away from his phone and at you, “It’s not important.” Iwaizumi’s phone didn’t ring again which made him let out a breath of relief.

Though his relief was short lasted as his phone started to buzz with messages from that damn Shittykawa. And as much as you wanted to believe Iwaizumi you couldn’t help, but wonder who was calling him; surely it was important if it was three rings and multiple texts.

Finally you saw Iwaizumi sigh and call someone, a small frown on his face as he held the phone up. “Go away.” He stated simply to the person he called before he ended it with an annoyed sigh. You sweat dropped at the male, only to flinch when your phone rang making you pick it up as you glanced up at the sky.

“Hello?” You asked, “(Nickname)-chan!” A whiny voice said, you let out a small sigh as you glanced down and looked ahead, “Oikawa-san.” You stated simply, though from the side of your eyes you could practically see Iwaizumi’s soul leave his body.

“I-Iwaizumi! What’s wrong?”

“Iwa-chan’s with you?! You know Iwa-chan?! (Nickname)-chan, answer me!”