I had this girlfriend once where things were getting pretty serious. We wanted to move in together, so we went looking for an apartment. The second one our real estate agent took us to was perfect, we both loved it, so we made the decision to move in. Our neighbour was a really nice guy named Joseph. His wife had left him a few years prior, leaving him alone to take care of his eight-year old son. I always felt kinda bad for the guy. He had this weird accent that was really hard to place.
There is value to be found in every single drawing. Sometimes it’s in technique, sometimes it’s in story, sometimes it’s in emotion… Sometimes in it’s in that one mistake that ruined everything and the things you learnt from it.
On social media, any one of those things can be recognised, or none of them can. Because art is subjective, and your audience may not measure value in the same way that you do.
On tumblr in particular, there is a huge focus on content that is relatable. People enjoy media that speaks to them and to the things that they are interested in. It’s why fandoms exist and why fanworks are so popular.
The harsh truth is that no one can be forced to consume media that they aren’t interested in. If people can’t find reason to support a creator, namely because their content doesn’t speak to them, they are completely within their right -no matter how much love the artist has poured into their work (or how great it would be if we did all support each other).
Since creator and consumer don’t owe each other anything right off the bat, it’’s important to stop relying on that relationship when it comes to making art. Of course, the creator could always adapt their content to fit their audience, but that’s an attitude that could become quite unhealthy.
So instead, you should work towards realising that what you’re creating is valuable and precious and unique -no matter how much attention it did or didn’t get.
I don’t care if you started yesterday, if you think your art is bad, if your last post got two likes and the only reblog was from yourself -the very act of creating is so inherently beautiful and you should be proud of yourself. You don’t need validation or permission to keep drawing. But if you really want it, then know that I’m proud of you, that your grind motivates me to work, and that you have my and everyone else’s blessing to go and create the things that only you can.
I beat The Witcher 3 in one week. It is easily the best game I’ve ever played, believe it or not… Like, woah. Anyway, decided to draw some future!au Geralt concept (lmao, Mass Effect, basically). I took too long doing this, so just flats before my brain melts. : )
I believe it was Jesse Cox and the Scary Game Squad (and maybe a few others but I heard it from them first because I’m biased and watch them first so I can enjoy having the entire story spoiled or incredible crackpot theories or both) who pointed out Six looks an awful lot like a certain salt girl, and I ran with it. I’m actually really pleased how it came out compared to the original and vintage salt cartons I was looking at! I was going to have her mirror carried on her back instead of the Morton version’s umbrella but it didn’t look like it would make sense with her other hand occupied–so I at least replaced the salt with the creepy glittery darkness you see when breaking the doll collectibles. And she has a nome instead of a salt carton in her left hand and I honestly cackled when someone saw it and yelled at me about it
If you’d like to purchase the 8.5x11 print, 5x7 postcard, or a metallic pin this holiday weekend, you can get it at Anime Expo booth H11, or we’ll have the print up on our etsy store eventually.
The Virgin and The Sex God Chapter Two- Dean x Reader
The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Two Summary: Dean finds out
you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your pants.
Little does he know he’s about to fall in love. Word Count: 2,100 Warnings: Sexual Content. Language.
I’m so addicted to all the things you do When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me… From Addicted by Saving Abel
You groaned as you dragged yourself into your motel room. The night had been long and hellish. Not like you had thought it would be. You thought that you and Dean would sit around trading stories about hunts and chugging beer. Never ever, would you have thought that he would try to get into your pants. He hadn’t shown any interest in you at all over the last three years. You blushed as you remembered the last words that he had asked you on the way.
“Do you like me enough?”
You had made a high pitched noise in your throat as your only response. Dean had outright laughed at you that time. Like a full on belly laugh. He had to to stop the car in order to get it out. That was when you had concluded that he was indeed teasing you.
You grunted as your hands went up to rub your temples. You were starting to get a headache just thinking of that man. What in the world had gotten into him? You couldn’t say it was the booze. He hadn’t really had much to drink by Dean standards. Maybe you could chalk it up to him trying to get revenge on you for scaring off his piece of tail for the night. Then there was the other conclusion that you could draw. Dean was actually attracted to you.
A flash of very unfamiliar emotions flashed through you. Suddenly it hit you- just how much you liked Dean. As in, you wanted to keep him around as your friend. If anything happened between the two of you then shit would just get weird and complicated. You didn’t do complicated. Complicated would only make life harder than it already was.
You glanced at the red numbers on the digital clock side table. It read eleven and you groaned. It was still really early- you could never fall asleep before two. You contemplated watching T.V., but you knew that their would be nothing that would keep your attention. Too many questions were playing over and over again in your head.
The shuffling sound from next door caught your attention and that was when you remembered something important. Dean was your neighbor. Not only was he your neighbor but he had a door that was connected to your room. You hadn’t thought anything of it when you checked in, but now you wanted your money back. Plus, you were pretty sure the lock for the door was on his side.
You let out a very dramatic screech as the thoughts of him just beyond the door made your skin heat up. You wouldn’t go there. You couldn’t go there. This wasn’t going to happen. You weren’t going to lose your virginity to the sex god and heart breaker called Dean Winchester. You knew it was just sex, but it was more. Losing someone else wasn’t something you could handle.
You had lost your dad to hunting and your mother to how you choose to live your life. She had given you the opportunity to get out, but you had chosen to go back. Shaking the memories away, you decided to strip out of your grimy clothes. A hot shower was the best bet at this point. That always helped you wind down for the night. Once you were down to just your birthday suit, you padded your way over to the restroom.
Stepping into the tub, you allowed the hot water to take away the stress of the evening. Reaching out, you grabbed your shampoo and poured into your palm worked up a good lather. Once you felt that it was a good enough scrub, you tilted your head back so you didn’t get shampoo in your eyes from the running water. As your eyes drifted to the ceiling, you let out a scream that would make a banshee jealous.
A big, hairy, and black nightmare was crawling above your head. You absolutely hated spiders and this son of bitch had to be the one that crawled straight out of hell. Losing your footing, you slipped backwards and fell against the cold title.
Gripping the the slick wall in desperation, you stood frozen. You screamed again as the spider began to crawl towards you. The bathroom door bursting open caught your attention. This time you let out a scream for another reason. Dean stood in the doorway looking flabbergasted.
His gaze wasn’t on your face. Realization hit and your arms went up to cover your breast and you crossed your thighs. You could only pray that he didn’t get a good show. Your brain went haywire for a moment when you watched as his eyes roamed over your body.
The way his jaw clenched made you feel that pesky tingle between your thigh again. The original reason for your screaming suddenly made itself present. The eight legged beast was now right beside your head. Your hands shot up and you pointed wildly at the your living nightmare.
“Kill it! KILL IT!!” You cried as you animatedly pointed to the spider.
Dean’s eyes were now officially glued to your bouncing chest. His mind had gone completely to the gutter. The images that were running through his head were enough to make his cock twitch to life. He couldn’t help but imagine you bouncing on top of him.
Your lips parted as you alternated between little moans and high pitched wails of his name as he started to pound into you. His hips snapping upwards as he hit you in the sweet spot. Your slickness flooding to cover his cock as you came hard. He reached up to grab your hips to hold you in place while he stretched and filled you to your limit.
Back in reality, you had stopped bouncing and calling for him to kill the spider. Instead you were now screaming at full volume as you perched precariously on the tub edge. You had decided that the look on Dean’s face wasn’t worth leaving the tub and the damn spider had now climbed to the bottom. You were trapped between your two biggest fear-spiders and intimacy. You were hoping that the shower spray would scare away the damn spider, but the fucker kept crawling.
It finally reached the other side of the tub and began to crawl upwards. As you watched on in horror, you decided that Dean was the less scary option and scrambled backwards. A squeak of helplessness escaped your lips when your foot slipped and you fell backwards. You quickly closed your eyes as you awaited the impact. The impact that you got wasn’t what you were expecting. Your back fell into a soft warm embrace as two strong arms gripped you. Your eyes fluttered open and you found yourself looking into a sea of green.
Dean smiled down at you and shook his head. You really were too cute for your own good. Scooping your legs from their place on the tub, he picked you up bridal style in order to carry you to the bed. You were yelling for him to put you down as your legs kicked. What in the world was even happening?
Dean gently laid you across the bed and stared down at you. He couldn’t help but drink you in as you lied there. Your breath was coming in short spurts and he could see the flush washing over you body. He bit down hard on his lip as a moan threatened to escaped his lips. You were looking at him like a deer caught in headlights.
Even though you knew you were completely exposed to him- you couldn’t bring yourself to cover yourself. Instead, your eyes glued to Dean’s jeans. The outline of his harden cock was pressing against the zipper. Your eyes widen when it twitched violently under your stare. Embarrassment ran through you as squealed. Turning over, you grabbed a pillow to cover your head. You didn’t even think to about the gift you had just given Dean.
Dean eyes darken when you gave him a good view of your pretty little pussy. He groaned loudly when noticed the sheen that leaked out from your inner lips. Not being able to take it anymore, he was moving towards you. He bent over you as his hand ghosted over the shape of your hips.
“Fuck Y/N. You’re fucking perfect.” He groaned as his hands slipped over the mound of your behind. You instantly shuttered under the touch, but pressed yourself closer to the bed. You weren’t ready for this. You would never be ready for this.
“Dean stop.” You mumbled into the mattress, but the squealing was soon replacing words. One of Dean’s long fingers had reached out and gently pressed to your clit. The pleasure that ran through you from that simple touch made you quake. You really were a virgin to everything sexual. You had never even touched yourself.
Dean’s finger began to trace circles on your hardening bud and you hissed through your teeth. Was this what you had been missing? Well slap your ass and call you Sally.
You groaned as the pressure from his finger increased and a wave of fresh pleasure flooded you. Biting your lip, you let out a little moan of his name and Dean nearly lost it. He just wanted to toss his clothes to the side and pound into you. For your sake and somewhat for his amusement, he was going to drag this out. Teasing you was the most fun he in a long while. So pushing back his thoughts and readjusting him, he pulled away from you and gave your ass a smack. You rolled over to glare at him and he smirked down at you.
“What the hell, Dean?!” You roared as you rubbed your sore butt cheek. Dean simply gave you a lopsided smile before turning to go back to his room.
“When you touch yourself make sure you think of me.” He said with a devilish wink. A sounding laughing echoing through your room as you let out a scream of pure hatred into your pillow.
The loud blaring of the alarm on your phone woke you up with a start. Groaning, you reached over and slapped it. The sound was grating on your nerves. Once you had your number one enemy was under control, your thoughts drifted back to yours dreams. Dirty dreams about one Mr. Dean Winchester.
You groaned when you realized that Dean was starting to get under your skin. You had been with him for the last two days because some local hunters had asked for help on another case close to the same area. Since that nigh at the bar,you hadn’t been able to sleep without dreaming about him. Not one dream was alike other than they all involved some sort of sexual contact.
Groaning as you reached up to groggily wipe your hair out of your face. Your stomach protested at being empty and you decided to see if Dean was awake. You climbed out of bed and scurried over to the adjoining door and gave it a knock.
“Dean? Are you up?” You called out as knocked. The sound of footsteps from the other side of the door gave you the answered.
The door opened slowly and your heart jumped in your throat. Dean stood in all his glory in front of you. He was clad only in his boxer briefs and his messy hair. He gave you a groggy smile before yawning.
“Mornin.” He said sleepily. His hand reaching up to rub the sleep from his eyes.
You tried to swallowed but your mouth was completely dry. Dean gave you another lopsided smile and you blushed. When the hell did he get so cute? You bit your lip before asking him if he wanted to get breakfast. You cursed yourself when your voice broken a little as he nodded. He looked almost angelic half-asleep.
He mumbled something about a shower and turned around. He left the door open and allowed for you to get the whole view. His well defined back muscles made you almost shiver as they flex from movement. Finally, as your eyes roamed his body, you came across a gift from God, Dean Winchester’s ass.
The groan that escaped your lips was beyond your control, but the low chuckle out of his made you stop short. You watched as he turned back towards you and gave you a wink. Slowly his fingers dipped into the waistband of his boxers before he slide them down his muscular thighs. Your eyes widen in shock as you turned away from him. A dark chuckle came from behind you before his footsteps indicated that he was walking away. You glowered as a thought struck you.
The little shit was teasing you again! A smirk grew on your face as a singular thought ran through your mind. This meant war.
AN: So I really need to get some sleep. LOL So please forgive the grammar in this one. I will go over it better tomorrow. I hope you’re enjoying this series as much as I am! Please note that I am taking the next few days off from writing. I will be back Monday.
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I find it funny that with 7 billion people on earth and you are the one i fell in love with even though you didnt even fit into the “list”. You were the last person i thought i would ever fall in love with.
Summary: Professor Negan simply offers one of his students a ride home.
Pairing(s): Professor!Negan x reader
Word Count: 1436
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, slight Daddy and Sir kink, swearing
Author’s Notes: Sorry for taking so long, I was busy with exams. Requested by @ask-kakashihatake I hope you like it.
“Does anyone have any questions?” Professor Negan spoke, his voice deep and gravelly. Nobody spoke so he continued to clean the blackboard while the rest of the class began to pack up their things and begin to leave the room.
I was at the back, as usual, trying to avoid the attention of others. The girls that surrounded me always teased me for being the quiet one who always gets the highest grades. Sure, I always got A+’s but I worked for it.
The girls that surrounded me were the popular girls who were effortlessly beautiful and were caked in makeup whereas I preferred a more natural look. They were loud and giggly and always tried to gain the attention of Professor Negan. He was foul-mouthed and perfect. His black hair, graying beard, and hazel eyes were the combination to my heart. Yet I was shy remember and therefore have never spoken to him, except one time when I stuttered my way through it and then ran away embarrassed and have yet to speak to him since.
I was unsure whether to call this a follow forever or a fic rec post, since it is somewhat a combination of both? Shit, I don’t know. But I reached the 3,000 follower milestone today and honestly, I cannot thank all of my readers enough. I know I always say that I write for myself, because I do – but every single one of you helps me to push on and pursue my writing dreams with your wonderful comments, likes and reblogs. There is no feeling greater than seeing your personal opinions on my pieces, no matter if it is a detailed review, or if it is incoherent, caps lock screaming.
Thank you for supporting me, whether you have been here from the very beginning of my persona journey, or if you have only just discovered me now. I think, throughout all of my blogs, I have never created a follow forever so I believe now is about time that I show some appreciation back to the writing community of the BTS fandom. They never cease to amaze me, and I am absolutely positive they will floor the rest of you whom may have not happened upon some of these incredible writers just yet.
As a writer, your greatest source of inspiration, support and encouragement can not only come from your readers, but your fellow writers. Thus, this post is dedicated to my favourite writers who have always, without a doubt, left my hands overflowing with infinite inspiration and have left me awestruck, laughing from the pit of my belly, and even in tears at times over their phenomenal works. Feast your eyes!
120 year old wood that’s been danced on by Myrna Loy, stood on by JFK, and graced by the likes of Gary Cooper, and now it’s a dining table that will host meals and gatherings for another century to come. Many hours were poured into reclaiming and working this project, and I dig the way it turned out.