rough current

Soooo I tried to do an edit of Rosalya’s new character sprite with her old skin palette!  I feel like my edit’s a little shaky in some places (I’ve literally never done a palette swap before, oh gosh), but I did my best!

I can’t wait for the rest of the girls’ redraws! ♡ Chino’s art has come a really long way and I may have a little shading envy at this point.


I’m still hacking away at this project.  Did a promo/preview on 08.30.2015, so here are some inserts from the booklet. I’m still struggling with the main character’s LOOK and NAME!.. he’s gone through a LOT of changes… *headdesk*… one day… one day…werk werk werkkkk!


and PSTTT…there are NSFW pics of these guys on my other account..

Here’s to Love!

I have the most ridiculous bias for this song because a) Maki center, b) piano, and c) that one scene from the anime. Just had to write some for this. So without further ado, english lyrics for Aishiteru Banzai! under the cut!

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A/N:  This was something I thought up of as I was falling asleep last night.  In it, (c/n) is your boyfriend, so some of cute stuff happens.  I was going to make it a bit longer and include some stuff with him playing with your hair and making you food, but the way that it ended, it would’ve been really awkward to continue with that stuff.  I hope you like it!

y/nn=your nickname

You sighed heavily as you got into the passenger’s side of (c/n)’s car.  “Rough day?” he asked upon seeing your current state.

“Rough day,” you replied as you leaned your head back and shut your eyes.  Today was supposed to be your day to just hang out with (c/n) and have a good time, but you weren’t sure if you could take it right now.  He went to a different school from you and had today off, so you guys saw it as a perfect opportunity for him to pick you up from school and take you wherever you wanted to go, but right now the only place you really wanted to go was your bedroom.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asked as he started to drive out of the parking lot.

You sighed.  “It all started with the fact that I was up until four in the morning working for an essay for English, and because of that I forgot to study for the math test I had first period.  And (f/n) was out, so I didn’t have anyone to talk to during lunch and honestly all I wanna do after all that is go home and pass out.”

“You can do that,” (c/n) said with the most caring tone.

“Seriously?  I mean, today was supposed to be our day to just hang out and be together for once.”

“Yeah, I’m serious.  It wouldn’t be too much fun if you were miserably tired all the while, and I’m sure there’ll be plenty of other opportunities for us to hang out.”

“God, (c/n), you’re the best.  If you want to, you can just like, make yourself at home in my living room, raid the kitchen if you want.  It’ll be your reward for being so wonderful.”

“Sure thing, (y/nn).  I’ll be there when you wake up.”

(C/n) drove you to your house and parked in your driveway.  “Here, let me get that for you,” he said, referencing your backpack.  You let him take it from you and you let yourself into your house.

“So yeah, you know your way around by now, kitchen’s over there, living room’s right there.  Help yourself to whatever you want, I’m gonna go upstairs.”

“No no no, let me meet you up there, (y/n).”

“…Alright.”  What was he going to do once up there?  You figured that you’d just wait to see and head on up to your room.  You opened your drawer so you could change into something you could sleep in, and then (c/n) came in, holding a big glass of ice water.

“Okay, little miss, I got you some water in case you need it.  You’re gonna put some pajamas on?”

“Yep, I’ve got them right here.  I’m gonna go get changed.”  He nodded at this, and you headed into your bathroom to change.  You looked into your mirror.  God, you were a wreck.  You hadn’t even bothered to shower or put on makeup this morning; you were too tired.  It was amazing that (c/n) still loved you as much as he obviously did, agreeing to stay with you and getting you water and everything.  He was so great.  You stepped out of your bathroom, in comfortable clothes now, and crawled into your bed.

“Wait, wait, wait.  Turn over so you’re on your stomach.”

You did as he asked.  “What are you doing?” you asked with hesitation.

“Well,” he said as he placed his hands on your back, “you said you had a rough day, so I’m gonna give you a massage.”  His hands kneaded your back like a potter’s hands knead clay.  It was everything you needed, and you didn’t even realize it.  You couldn’t help but moan at the way that he touched your back.

“Babe,” you said in between moans, “this is why I love you.”

“What was that?  I couldn’t hear you,” he said, obviously teasing you.  You repeated yourself, and he said, “You love me?  Well, I love you, too, honeybear.”  He took a break from his massage to give you a peck on the cheek.

You giggled like a little child.  “Honeybear?”

“I figured it would be something sweet I could say.”

“Sweet as sugar.”

He chuckled at this and said, “Just tell me when to stop and I will.”  You made him work about 30 seconds more before you let him stop.  He did and then crouched down so he could look you in the eyes and said, “Okay, I’m going to be downstairs if you need anything.”

“Sounds good,” you said as you reached for his arm, “Enjoy your show.”  He said goodbye and left you to your dreams.

You woke up a few hours later, while the sun was still up.  You looked around and panicked for a few seconds, thinking it was the next morning.  Then (c/n) brought you back to reality and said with a little chuckle, “Hey there… what’s the matter?”

“What time is it?” you said, still with your sleepy voice.

“Almost five o’clock.  Why?”

“Oh, god, I thought it was the morning.”

“Hey, naps’ll do that to you.  You sleep well?”


“Well, that’s good.  Oh, um, I went out and got you a little something earlier.”  He took out a little teddy bear from behind his back.  “I came in to check on you earlier and saw how cute you looked while you were sleeping, and I thought that the only thing that could possibly make you look cuter was if you had a teddy bear to sleep with.”

“Aww, (c/n), come here.”  You pulled him in for a hug and gave him a kiss on the cheek.  “Now give me that.  What should I name him?”


Shout out to everyone who is trying to figure out their gender and/or sexuality.

part of my lok book 2 edit is going to be a completely new sequence at the end during korra’s speech, when tenzin goes up and makes his own speech praising korra, then everyone bows to her. because um she saved the world and was robbed of a scene where everyone bows to her! so i literally have to make it myself

this is the current tentative rough script, with the lines being taken from “the retelling of korra’s journey” short, 214 light in the dark, 304 in harm’s way, and 313 venom of the red lotus. hopefully i’ll be able to normalize the audio to sound like it’s all in the same scene lol. and i’m gonna have to do most of the animation myself rip

Tenzin [to crowd, with microphone]: There would be no world without Avatar Korra. When our existence was threatened, she never gave up hope. She mastered all four elements to unite the world. And she was even willing to lay down her life in order to protect ours. There’s no way we can ever repay her for all she’s done, but we can follow her example of service and sacrifice for people of all nations, working wherever there is corruption and discord to restore peace and balance. Avatar Korra, I vow that we will do everything in our power to follow in your footsteps and bring harmony to the world.

[Tenzin walks from the podium to Korra and puts a hand on her shoulder.]

Tenzin [to Korra]: You’ve done well, Korra. There is nothing else I can teach you. You are the Avatar.

[Tenzin steps away and bows. The others on the platform, including her parents and friends, do so too, followed by the whole crowd. She looks on astonished and brimming with pride in herself.]

i have more planned for after this but i’ll keep that a secret for now :0

anonymous asked:

Since everyone is sending you fic recs or whatevers, my friend is writing this super cute fic called "One Week" on ao3 and it's literally????????Adorable?????????? She's having a rough time with her current situation with her parents so updates are slow but it's so cute!!!! You gotta read it Bipp I'm in love™

I’m assuming it’s the one that’s “meeting the parents” au ? There’s 2 fics titled “One Week” lol but!

I will read it Bc it looks cute

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Requested by anonymous: Zico 20: “It killed me to see you with him.” Part of my prompt request series A/N: I wasn’t sure if I was going to post this. It’s been sitting for a while in my drafts and decided to say fuck it and just do it.

Originally posted by ukwno

When you share the same friends it’s inevitable that you’d run into one another again. For months you’d gone over what you would say when you saw him again. The memories of how you’d ended it lingering like a resentful nightmare, that turned acidic at its recollection.

You wondered if you would keep it casual with a simple, “Hi. How are you doing?” To pretend to ask, “What have you been up too?” and actually care to hear the answer. Instead of breaking down all over again at the sight of his face, as all the good memories were wiped away by a rough current of all the bad.

A part of you not caring while the other part of you silently cared too much. You’d never gotten answers. Just a sad look for an equally sad excuse and an apology you would never receive. His face sullen, eyes heavy in regret, maybe more for himself than for you. Wondering plenty of nights since if it’d even wounded him in any way shape or form, the way he’d wounded you.

After months passed and you’d found somebody else, he’d taken the time to ease the hurt from your chest. He allowed you to have moments of misdirected trust; waiting patiently for your insecurities to calm themselves so he could reassure you with a huge. Wiping swollen eyes with the pads of his thumbs and telling you with intent that he loved you and with time, you’d understand he was nothing like him.

A few more months passed and you were invited to a mutual friend’s engagement party. You hated the idea of being around so many people you didn’t know, more so than making sure you were dressed formally.

You’d arrived with your boyfriend; warmly greeting the newly engaged couple. Not once did your boyfriend leave your side. If he wanted to talk to someone, you went with him. His hand either securely around your waist or holding onto your hand, the both of you walking together instead of him pulling you along. It was subtle things about your relationship that soothed your soul and helped you realize you’d found better.

All that felt like a liar’s dream when you saw him enter the room. With her.

It was strange, how almost a year later seeing them together made your stomach flop. How you were suddenly holding onto your boyfriend like he was your lifeline, resting your cheek on his shoulder. It was embarrassing when he’d looked down at you, soft words of, “What’s wrong?” prompting you to answer, but you couldn’t. Your stomach was still fluttering with nausea and you felt ashamed when he looked up and saw your ex and his girlfriend exiting the elevator.

You expected a lot of things: jealousy, anger, maybe even disgust at your reaction to seeing him again. You received the opposite, however, when he wrapped his arm around you and tucked you closer to him. A comforting hand running up and down your shoulder as he kissed the top of your head. He did all this, because he understood that there was someone in this room that had promised you forever, and did everything but keep it.

“It’ll be okay, baby. I promise.”

You knew the difference between when he said it, and when your ex did. That there was more honesty and truth behind those words than the others. It still didn’t completely take the sting away at seeing him with her; holding her the way he used to hold you, but closer. Showing her off like she was a rare jewel found around nothing but coal.

A few times he’d catch your eyes lingering on the two of them and that crooked smile you used to love so much would be sent your way. It seemed like he was going to wave hello when you turned quickly away and buried yourself impossibly closer into your boyfriend. His throaty chuckle vibrating in his chest; a soothing comfort that radiated against your cheek.

The rest of the night he helped make sure you both stayed far enough away from the other couple, to not cause a seen. Your comfort was important to him. After a few glasses of champagne, you began to relax and allowed yourself to stray away from him to enjoy the amazing view of Seoul from the terrace. You took in the peaceful atmosphere not noticing when someone stepped out to join you.

It was still so odd how you could no longer be together, but still knew it was him who’d come to stand beside you. How his right hip always cocked out the most when he stood still; longer fingers fidgeting with the collar of his dress shirt.

You weren’t a hundred percent sure you wanted to acknowledge him when he spoke. His voice still as deep, but childlike as you could remember it. As if you’d just woken up beside him and all the past was a horrible dream, but it wasn’t a dream. He’d gone and found someone else that was perfect for him while you were still an, “Us.” He’d cradled someone else’s face and kissed her with purpose like he’d used to do with you.

He’d been your everything and you’d been his nothing.

“It killed me to see you with him.”

For the first time in over a year you acknowledged Jiho’s presence. He was always handsome, and tonight was no exception. A high-collared tailored white shirt keeping all his tattoos hidden from view and tucked neatly into charcoal slacks. He looked how you used to envision he would on your wedding day.

At the mention of your boyfriend, you found your eyes averting away from him, and finding the man himself laughing at someone’s joke. You watched how his face lit up and how he made that same face when you made a joke, even if it was awful. He loved you enough to enjoy the silliest things about you; he loved you enough to pick up the pieces Jiho broke.

You looked back at the man who’d previously held your heart and realized he’d never actually had it in the first place. A sad smile curled your lips as confusion caused his brows to furrow.

“And now you finally know how I felt,” were your final words to him as you turned on your heel and went back inside, leaving Jiho and your past behind.


Right now I’m looking for a full time job as a concept artist/character design in game and entertainment field, and so far things are rough. I’m currently working on my portfolio before sending them to the companies I want to work in Malaysia, but I have a European passport which makes things complicated here.

Here is my portoflio if anyone is curious -

Dating me is like dating a river rapid on my worst days, a body of water with rough currents striking against your every word in an argument.
Please forgive me if I left too big of spaces in between our fingers and you just weren’t able to grasp ahold of me at times,
And forgive me for holding the seams too tight like a tick you cant get rid of on a bed of soft kisses I couldn’t stop giving. The words from my mouth never stopped flowing and my body was clinging to you like you’re the oxygen I needed to breath.
Forgive me if I fabricate the truth in my writings about you because it sounds softer than the reality instead of choppy lines of the memories I try not to remember.
And you never knew dating a poet would be like this. Like making us stop in the middle of the sidewalk on our way home because I found that crack in it too beautiful just to walk past, and me writing words down on a napkin at our dinner date because I thought of 4 words that glided together perfectly when read, and the first time you kissed me I asked you to not pull back because my lips began to form poems and my tongue began speaking them in your mouth.
But if there ever comes a day you decide to take the opposite way home on a newly built side walk with another girl, I hope shes good to you. I hope she is the opposite of my hurricane tendencies and shes as calm as a warm meadow, and l hope you dance in it. I hope your hands fit perfectly together like they’re stars that are aligned with one another. I hope your both the same distance running the marathon of love. and I hope, dear god I hope, that her tongue speaks the words of the poem I was never able to finish.
—  Losing You

I’m curious about whether we’re going to get a justification for why Marco is so good at fighting. He’s not even highly ranked at his dojo, and he’s much smaller than most of the monsters he beats up on a regular basis. 

My current rough theory is that he’s got some kind of buried powers, or magic, or something. I have no idea what or why, but I think both Star’s parents and Toffee know about it (”you’re a disappointment”), and that it’s no coincidence that the Diazes wound up being Star’s host family.

This would also make sense from a writing perspective, since as the threat level ramps up, the power difference between Star and Marco would become a bigger and bigger problem and make it hard for them to fight as a team.

Personally, I kind of hope I’m totally wrong? I love the “badass normal” trope, and the dynamic they have where Star is the one with the power to handle things when it gets really bad. But the lack of an explanation for Marco’s fighting ability outside of “cartoon logic” bothers me, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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