should i sell some


you taught me the courage of stars before you left;
how light carries on endlessly, even after death.
with shortness of breath, you explained the infinite,
how rare and beautiful it is to even exist.  
[want a drawing?]

my first time drawing landscapes… i think i did okay  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Super long post of ❤

@haylee-scribbles :Oh bean… *hugs* I love how that, even if we rarely talk… you always have my back… Thank you so much bean ❤❤

@maya-tl : thank you so much ❤  It may seem little to other people but simple words like this makes me smile and giggle like a little kid who just received a ton of gifts.. (that’s the equivalent feeling of this)

anon… oh dear sweet anon, how I wish to knew who you are because I would love to give you a big hug… you’ve already made me smile with your sweet and kind message… and you’re right, I do try too hard but I can’t help it. 

I really love to help, listen, and care for everyone but I know not everyone wants it and I’ve been selling my self out there when I should have left some for me. 
I’m really glad that I can make you smile as well with my post (even if it’s rare heh) and thank you so much anon.❤❤❤

@stealthnerd : sassy as always stealth~ ❤ 
Also, I wanna apologize for not returning to that email you sent me about that one commission… I forgot about it because of stuff that happened (not really a good excuse but oh well) 

and I actually just recently opened commissions again (cause last time was horrible orz) 

@kiacii : they maybe a meanie but, we also have to stay human you know? Lets just drown the anon in our joy and happiness instead~ ❤

@skafarorya-weiss-crest : awwww thank you~ 
I did try to calculate and even out the prices properly… and I’ve pondered about it for at least 3 days(o more) before I actually set the price… heh ( = w = ;;; )

@relicarn : reeeeeellllliiii uuuuuuu ( Q o Q ) you’re too sweet… *sniffles* thank you~ and I look forward to it in the future 💕

@ask-z-and-her-au : a-and I love you too z… thank you ❤
Honestly I wish people would realize that art is not just something that you can pick up right away. It may seem easy but in reality it’s not. Some say “hey, I bet I can draw better than you”, honestly I would give a pen and paper and I’d ask them to draw something for me.. if they can’t then, that means I proved them wrong.

And I hope you have an amazing day as well~

@fanartistic98 : wow.. this artist seems like a person I would look up to, he sounds amazing and thank you for your inspiring message~ I loved it and it made me cry smile more inspired to draw more ❤ 

to be honest.. I would love to draw for free but.. a girl is to start earning and make a living at some point right? thank you so much again *hugs*

@cosmic-chillchilla : and lastly my good ol chill bill… thank you so much for your kind and inspiring words. I know I’m not supposed to beat myself up just because of what my brain/anxiety thinks but, it just happens and it would tear me apart.. which is why it takes me awhile to post stuff nowadays cause I’d just be relaxing with other stuff I love to do such as playing my violin, guitar, video games, giving lots of kisses to my pupper Odie and many more.

Also, I can’t keep this as a promise but, I will do my best to have more faith in myself! >:0 (i know I can do it) 


With Me

Will lingered in the hallway, watching the firelight lick over Hannibal’s arms, his face, the book in his hands. He made no motion, did not go to him and sit beside him on the sofa. He stood, breath held tight, wrestling with himself. He wanted to go sit there, but-

“Will,” Hannibal’s eyes looked up, then flicked towards him, turning his head to find him in the doorway, “come, sit down.”

And he’d been trying so hard to avoid detection, standing down wind and everything. Still, Hannibal had invited him, no point resisting now. He stepped forward gingerly, making his way consciously into the room. Here came the tricky part.

There were many seats to choose from, a sturdy rocking chair, a winged arm chair with its own ottoman, and the sofa, of course. Without looking too deliberate, too tense, without warning Hannibal, he hoped, he measured his steps and sat down next to Hannibal. He sighed with the cushions, making himself lean back in the posture of relaxation and stared into the heart of the fire, unblinking. He felt Hannibal start, pause, felt his eyes skip over the page, onto him, then back, afraid of being noticed for his watching.

“What’re you reading?” Will asked when he was sure Hannibal had read the page fifty times but not taken in a word of it.

Hannibal’s fingers hesitated over the page, trying to read for him. “The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám,” he let the pages fall open towards Will, “In translation, unfortunately. I plan to learn Persian to read it properly.”

“All that for a book of poetry?” Will mused, tilting his head back.

“It is beautiful,” Hannibal explained, “and deserves to be understood in its native tongue.”

Will nodded thoughtfully, “Well, that’s one project for the future.” He winced; they hadn’t discussed the future yet. At all.

“Yes…” Hannibal hesitated, feeling the elephant in the room, “if I find myself with enough time on my hands to-” He silenced abruptly as Will’s arm came down around his shoulders.

Will gulped, feeling like a high schooler on his first date, all stilted movements and anxious energy. Keep calm, relax; it wasn’t as though they weren’t both mature adults who had done this a million times before with other consenting adults. There should be no problem, no awkwardness, and yet… his heart beat in his throat like a bird thrashing at its cage.

Cautiously, Will stroked his thumb against Hannibal’s shoulder, almost to remind himself it was there, real and solid. Hannibal jumped, nearly dropping his book, “Will, your arm-” he fumbled, trying to turn to Will without turning in to Will and finding the proximity made this almost impossible. To look him in the eye he’d have to get closer.

“I’m nearly healed,” Will swallowed, his voice sounding high and foreign, “besides I should be stretching it anyway, so I’m not so sore. So the muscles… heal the… the way they’re supposed to.” He tried not to watch Hannibal, curving into him, pressing against him. He tried to focus on the fire as Hannibal gave in to the position Will had put them in with the softest sigh. It couldn’t be done.

Hannibal turned his head to reply and found his cheek brushing against Will’s shoulder. His eyes closed instantly, his lungs involuntarily inhaling. Will felt his bicep tense with nerves, there was a painful yank at the still closing wound, but he gave no sign of pain, transfixed on Hannibal.

“Physical therapy,” Hannibal returned abruptly, lifting his cheek, voice rough and low, “will be the hardest part of the healing process. It will be… lengthy and very painful for some time.” He licked his lips, trying to open his eyes all the way and failing, “You should still be resting.”

“I can sit here.” Will felt his hand come around Hannibal’s shoulder, palm flat against his arm. His body decided before he did that he wanted Hannibal closer.

“Could we… just… come here,” he mumbled, squeezing Hannibal to him with one long pull.

Hannibal’s last restraints broke. Before Will knew it he felt arms wrapped around him and a face pressed into his collar. Stunned, he put both arms around Hannibal and held him. Hannibal fit into him like a warm, heavy blanket, pressing against him everywhere he felt lonely. Though he’d been alone, he’d never felt lonely… until Hannibal. Only made sense that being with Hannibal could soothe that ache, maybe the only thing that might.

Hannibal’s hands skirted the edges of his bandages, wary of pressing too much, of being too much. Yet, he held tight, squirmed half into Will’s lap, as close as he could possibly get. Will could feel his heart beat, a skittering patter in reckless time, and he was sure Hannibal had no idea Will knew about it. The moment reeked of desperation, and yet… his arm curled tighter around Hannibal. And yet he pressed closer and yearned to feel Hannibal melt against him, melt completely.

Hannibal gave, he shuddered, he kept perfectly silent, but he shook like a leaf. Will held him close and never once thought about letting go. Hannibal gave so beautifully, he pushed and melted and succumbed so perfectly in his arms. This… this was nice. It was actually… really nice, holding Hannibal. He hadn’t expected that.

Will let his head fall against Hannibal’s, let himself breathe in his hair, press skin to skin, rest together like this. He listened to Hannibal breathe and slowly their breaths fell together. He lost track of time and was on the point of sleep when Hannibal murmured something in his ear.


“The fire’s all but gone, we should go to bed.”

The words struck a bell and cracked Will’s eyes open. He was still holding onto Hannibal, smushed together in one corner of the couch. “N-No, don’t go,” his voice croaked, groggy. The implications of it didn’t register immediately, too tired to remember to care too little.

Hannibal paused. “I won’t. But wait here, I’ll get some blankets.” His legs hit the floor and he slowly rose, untangling himself from Will’s arms with unfair grace. Will whimpered, freezing where his Hannibal blanket had been. He closed his eyes and curled onto the sofa completely.

Hannibal returned. He knew he returned because he felt warm again, he felt welcome pressure and weight on the sofa, covering him, slipping up beside him and into his waiting arms. Will’s lips lifted, pleased to be embracing Hannibal once again.

“You’ll regret sleeping like this in the morning,” Hannibal muttered into his chest.

“Won’t,” Will grumbled, one hand stroking idly at Hannibal’s back.

“We could sleep on the bed… still together.”

Will heard the request in his pause. His arms tightened, “Too tired. Drag me to bed tomorrow.” And he hunkered down, pulled Hannibal close, and silenced him for the night with a kiss.

nearly every time I’m at any type of family gathering (on my mom’s side) someone is always talking about some way I should sell what I bake

this time everyone spent a solid ten minutes talking about how I could do a cookie of the month club featuring pot cookies

then they discussed transportation of said pot cookies. drones. parachutes. ubers. 

I sat there highly confused as to what was happening 😂

gay-spaghetti  asked:

I'd love to request a commission!! I just don't really have a way to send money to you :/ plus, it would unfortunately be my parent's money

Im still planning on making a post about the sorts of commissions i offer. Im unsure as to whether or not i should sell my Markiplier, Antisepticeye and Sean paintings but if theres some demand in them ill either sell the originals or prints of them!

But i also have in mind that ill be making a page on this blog dedicated to the Commissions that ill offer as well so if you end up loosing or not noticing the post (s) ill put out theres still hope for you dumplings!

Tax refund deposited today, FINALLY. Wrote my mom a check for my laptop, plus a few things she bought for me at Walmart because I left my debit card at home (because she was rushing me…).

Actually went to Walmart twice today, once with my mom after I got home, and then once on the way home from my client to buy a new razor (because it’s cheaper than buying refills) so I can deal with this situation on my legs, and I made a waxing appt for tomorrow to deal with the situation in other areas.

I’m planning to buy a paid promo for The Only One (for when I drop the price in April) out of this money, and then do another one out of my paycheck, provided it’s as much as I think it’ll be. (Should be.) I’d like to buy some paperbacks to sell, but I don’t think I’ll be able to. Money only goes so far.


AAHHH this is so cool!  And huge!

Marvel is doing posters of Matt’s and my Mighty Thor cover - 60″ x 30″ on vinyl.  Turned out really nice!  They’ll be on sale in comic shops and such in December.

I should also have some to sell at WonderCon in March, and will put any leftovers up in my online store afterward.  (Mystery hands not included.)

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You guys are the best! Thanks for all of the crazy amount of follows this month


of course to all of the cosplayers and photo peeps who make this blog possible 

I should sell some shirts :) 

Oh yeah before I forget…. 

I have no affiliation with that other cosplay fanatic blog 

This one is the official one, accept no substitutes, but if you do…. 

I’m cool with it :)

see you guys in dec for the nov update

I Didn’t Wanna Do This, but...

I’m getting so stressed out and tired of living with my mom ALREADY, that I’m gonna do something I really don’t wanna do:

I’m asking for donations

I’ll also try to open up commissions, but with the stress from both my mother and my job, it’s really hard to do, unless I have only so many to do at a time.

If anyone is interested having me doing commissions, please let me know! Otherwise, either please donate to me on Paypal at, or just reblog this to try to help me out.

The sooner I can get enough money to move down to Florida (hoping before September), the better, though I WILL be leaving by September regardless.

I’m just… tired… and I NEED to get out of this manipulative and toxic environment STAT


Some better pictures of the crowns I made.  I should really sell some so I can pay for the supplies I bought for them… but I really like them and each one is unique. ;D;