sorry for the coloring also i did my best


James as a sniper

for Anonymous


Ok im the worst secret santa ever, and i’d like to thank you for your patience @loonysl !
So here’s a little solangelo drawing ! I dont really knew Will so it was kinda hard…but i tried my best !!!! I really hope that you like it and again im deeply sorry

(I put the sketch bc i like it, i also have a colored and ink version if you want, but im not really a fan of those)

P.S : i’d also like to thanks the @pjosecretsanta2016 for the patience and for organizing everything ! You did a great job!

I STILL HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN ABOUT THESE!!! Here are some more fills for that pose meme that was going around….lmao like 2 months ago….I’m gonna try my best to finish the rest of them!

Also, I’m going to try to start doing requests like these a lot faster and rougher, because I tend to get caught up in the details and making everything look right and wind up taking hours to do just one when it really shouldn’t take me more than like…..ONE hour, at most. SO, that said; I’m sorry only two of these are colored; I did those in a stream, so felt inclined to color them, but most future memes and requests like these will probably just be sketches with no (or very limited) color. I’m sorry!!

Secret Santa gift for @heith-bar Happy Holidays, gay child (ㆁᴗㆁ✿)

Distant - KSI Imagine

Cursive is a bit of background
Bold are reader’s thoughts
Normal are current events

*WARNING* At one point it leads up to near-rape. If you are not comfortable reading that don’t read the part between the line of stars. It’ll look like this: *****************

That’s all I wanted to say before you read this, so *in Mario’s voice* HERE WE GOOO

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AHHH TNT My really self indulgent charms have arrived from Acorn Press!! They did such a lovely job on them (even let me know I put shiro’s arm on the wrong arm BLESS THEM LAWL);;

ALSO THEY SENT ME LIGHT UP KEYCHAINS THAT MATCH THEIR PALADIN COLORS!?! /screams Thank you SO much!? You guys really are the best! VnV!! 

I’ll probably open up some orders for them in late nov or early dec..>< These were made for my and a few of my friends so qty is kinda limited. Pricing will be a bit high cause I went all out;; S-Sorry;;; (They will have vintage swarovski star crystals on them L O L. rip m e also i gotta…assemble..them…/lazy) 

Baby’s Breath Pt.1

Genre: Romance/Angst

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

A/N: This was inspired by Taehyung’s two different colored contacts, he looked beautiful. This first part is more like a build-up from the past to the present (Also sorry if my knowledge about Heterochromia Iridis is false, I did my best to make it sound realistic.)

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I’m sorry this is not as soft and pretty as your drawings ://// I tried my best (also Nochus giant eyes)



Newt throughout the Years Headcanon

Originally posted by lordgolemord

(Request:  Now, I would like to request a headcanon about Newt’s hair. Like, him always messing with it and such? If this makes sense, oh dear. Cause it seems really long and pretty and I love it 😊 I love you dearest of mine and you’re truly amazing 😚)

(A/N: This was such a sweet request thank you so much, I love you! I fiddled with the idea a bit, I hope this is kind of what you wanted! I did my very best! I mentioned his eyes a bit too much, also, I struggled with the title a bit, sorry! xx)

You describing Newt within the years would include: 

*~ When you first met Newt, he was on the short side, with unruly hair, but what caught your attention were his big hazel eyes. In fact, you weren’t really shocked when he was placed in Hufflepuff- you figured his eyes went well with the house color.

*~ During your second year, you noticed that Newt was starting to grow a bit, certainly not enough to tower over you, but taller nonetheless.

*~ As your third year progressed, it became obvious to you that Newt fell in love with magical beasts, the Bowtruckle’s being one of his favorites. You would notice that each time he talked about his creatures, his eyes would grow wild with excitement, and his cheeks would fluster a bit. 

*~ It wasn’t until your fourth year that Newt surprised you entirely. His hair was equally as wild and unruly as when you first met him, only now he towered over you completely. 

*~ Whenever he was nervous, Newt always made a point to run his hand through his hair, messing it up entirely, before clearing his throat and stuttering slightly. 

*~Although he towered over you, you still noticed when he was happy or sad; his eyes easily allowed you access to his emotions. Newt often told you that he “wasn’t good at talking to people,” but you only had to look at his eyes to know. 

Okay so apparently one of my profs was asking for me like “it’s that girl that changes her hair color regulary, right?” Yes that’s me, hi. Forgive me for having two names and two surnames okay I do what I can, sorry if your stupid list has me with only one surname and the name I never use

Also she totally failed at writing my surname but okay, I guess she did her best

The lovely devilout wanted to know how to change hair colors so I thought I’d make a little ( I’m using that term lightly ) tutorial on how to do so. But fair warning, this is my first tutorial-ish so I’m not quite amazing but I did my best. 

Please like or reblog it if you found it useful or whatever. :)

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It’s been a good while since I’ve made this drawing, but with 5th stage out there, I kinda wanted to share it again! (And since I lost my tablet’s pen, I don’t know when I’ll do something like this again T.T)

rosyyrose  asked:

🌟 I like kenobvi personally

hi there! you’re actually supposed to follow me before i answer this but i’ll let it slide. i’d really appreciate it if you did follow me though. i’m an idiot who didn’t realize you already followed me. again, SO SORRY

alignment: jedi | grey jedi | sith
lightsaber color:
blue | green | red | yellow | white | purple | orange
homeworld: coruscant | tatooine | naboo | mandalore | alderaan | bespin | endor | jedha
human | twi’lek | pantoran | togruta | rodian | zabrak | clawdite
shaak ti
best friend:
boba fett

compliment: i’m guessing your icon is you and you’re really pretty! your theme is also really cute with all the stars. thanks for reblogging my edits & voting!

want one?


Didn’t realize that my SAI was going to expire so soon so I kind of did my best to slide in before the deadline XD; I was suppose to update my story today but this took priority. I’m sorry. I’m also uploading this tonight because I’ll be busy all week doing god knows what orz So yeah. 

I really like how the colors came out surprisingly. I feel like most of my digital pieces lack a great punch of color (which is ironic I know), but it’s nice to see that this piece is quite different, even from the waiter!Hiro picture I did a month-ish back. I still need to work on texturing though, but I’m gaining some knowledge on how to do it…finally…orz 

I still have the lineart PSD file, so if anyone happens to be interested in coloring it, my offer is still open. Just PM me! :) 

- Rin 


Medieval skins for Pewds, Jack, Mark and Minx coming right up!

You can probably tell the inspiration to Pewds’ skin, Jack’s is a mix of archer, spy and hunter, Mark is kind of a berserker (the hand. I just wing it. I don’t really know.), and Minx’s an assassin. I pulled up like seven pages of references for these. I’m weak. 

I think I’ll do another post for this, with full-colored designs for every fighter, if I can make some time. This is really fun.

here’s that one post that starts all of this request and idea illustration stuff

1. The time my father lost me at the zoo and took his stepchildren with him. I didn’t realize it at the time, but that’s when I saw my importance. Small, fragile and afraid. A piece of my innocence was lost that day.

2. How my mother used to vent and yank my ears because I was the eldest. I grew up into a man with broken shades of his mother. How she never knew shelter from another man. How he left her to stand in the rain. There wasn’t a specific time, more like my childhood. She was the best of times and the worst of times. She was the first person I uttered ‘i hate you’ and ‘i love you’ to under the same breath. I wonder if she ever heard me. Or if she still does now as I hover over her stack of cards body. She’s weak. She’s sick. I lost a piece of family while growing up with family. I lost a piece of my mother once I came out of the womb. I wonder if she ever meant it when she said that I was found near dumpsters. My inner child that never stops crying, a man not yet grown. My fears have successfully consumed my soul. I think there goes another piece of my purity.

3. Me. The act of who I am. The shouting and the yelling. The unresolved anger. The one that Tumblr can only read, but never see. The way you’d take a crack at my poetry as if it were all beauty without the vein amongst leaves. I am despicable to myself as I am to my loved ones. I’m more toxic than radiation. I wonder if my siblings ever took what I said seriously. I’m sorry, I love your every aspect, but both of you reminds me of father. The confusion, the silent hate, the lostness in being found, the family structure that never was. I see you in myself and that scares me more than anything. I don’t want you to grow up to be like him. Or like me. We aren’t too far apart, but we act more alike than we’d like to admit. I think growing up with two lovely and annoying siblings taught me one thing. Family is less about blood and more about acceptance. I want to hug you. I want to love you. I want to be gentle. I want to be more than a role model. A guiding light of sorts. I know I won’t ever amount to much, but I’m trying. Growing up with both of you; you two held my innocence together. Your annoyance and arrogance shaped my humor for life. You’ll always be my first butterflies. The ones I’d never crush. I love you two, very much.

4. When my last grandparent passed away, I didn’t shed a tear. Not a fucking one and I hate myself for it. It wasn’t because I didn’t love her. It wasn’t because she wasn’t important. It was because I didn’t understand. The way she’d push me to do better. Our language barrier, but she still treated me like a son. She was more of a mother than my own. I did not cry because of her pain. Old age and degeneration of the human body, but it could never harm the soul. When I came out of my mother’s womb, I’m positive that my grandmother gave me a piece of her. She had the most ancient of them all. It was more religious than any bible and more lovely than any poem. She gave my heart and mind the ability to live, to write, and to breathe. I loved you before I even said those three words to anyone. The way you held my hand to cross train tracks, to the way you hated my father for not being there. You understood my pain and I didn’t cry for you because I think you gave me strength to hold them back. When you left, I did not return the piece of your soul within mine. I’m selfish. I’ll keep it forever, you’ll never die. This kid will rock you to sleep, the same way you did for many years. You’ll always live within my mind. You’ll never grow older. You will be mount everest and I’ll be the climb. I’m sorry about the tears now, but you’re a loving memory. You’re also nostalgia, but you’re the best kind because when you held my hand; you kept this child alive.

5. You. The colors of a grey rainbow. The wordless book. The tv channels melted into America. The fan-fiction of fanatics. The superheroes dying in real life. The fake smiles of a baby. The love that was never meant to be. I think I’d always love you endlessly. You don’t get vivid descriptions in this one. Everyone knows about you if they’ve read long enough. You’re mentioned because you showed my heart two things. Tenderness within hatred and savagery within flower petals. I won’t apologize this time. You have my blessing. You already have my heart. I think when we fell into gruesome love, I think I found a piece of many epiphanies scattered into this losing battle poetry. Everyday a new reminder to be better, to hate myself, but to also forgive myself. Every second a memory, hateful and pure, holding onto what was nearer. I see it clearly now. How the flowers aren’t always pretty, but they can be trees. Some flowers don’t crumble in the hands of men. I think that’s you, because when we marched into place you stood your ground. A beauty that became the beast. It was both of us. We will always be the poison Romeo drank. The knife Juliet took. The look in Shakespeare’s eyes as he wrote those lines. We will always be the opposite story of the sun and the moon. The one that Tumblr doesn’t write about. The one, where the moon isn’t chasing the sun. It is the other way around. It’s too bright and radiant within a day, even sunlight needs a break. A shade. An umbrella. A breather. A minty breath. The topless beach walks. The late night serenades. The moonbeam beach strolls. The lovers on the street. Hands we’ll never meet. Poetry we could keep. Lips we can’t kiss. Arms made from silver. Because when the sun takes a break, it was the moon that took over. There is no chaser with that shot. There is no chasing after thoughts. When the sun sleeps, the moon guards. They are beauty and the beast. One must rest, while the other is tested. I loved you then and I will love you now. I loved you yesterday, today isn’t changing. I love you last spring, this spring will be no different. I am out of apologies. I am out of my body. I am out of my mind. I ran out of lives. There’s no more heart to give; there’s this emptiness inside. Because when you love as the morning and lust as the night; the sky knows. The clouds feel something more than heaviness. The rain isn’t wet. The eyes are. We are water after all, maybe that’s why we feel the heartbeats quite deeply. We keep some too close for our own good. Because when we loved each other, I finally found a piece of myself again. Although it may be torn and shattered, it is still mine. You may be gone, but the songs still play. They never stop and neither should I. My poetry will immortalize you as the nightingale that flew with clipped wings. A lover, who everyone has had before. The person that got away. The one that we damaged. The one that we think about at night. Smoke to at night. You are my only conversations with the moon.

—  Five reasons as to why I randomly cry
New followers like nobody's business...

Sooo… Now that I’m sitting at almost 15k… And was at 14.3 last night… I’m gonna go ahead, and do this action:

Hey, folks.
I’m Sean Michael Moreno-Carroll. I’m an actor, a fighter, and a massive nerd with a quick wit, an unending amount of sass, and more ambition than you can shake a stick at. I also have a horrid panache for pissing off tumblr folk by having the unfortunate gift of insight, and an unyielding lack of interest in softening blows for the sake of misplaced comfort.

With that crap outta the way: If you’re still in, awesome. Beyond all the rage-monster, duty-bound, super heavy shit, I’m actually stupid fluffy and happy-go-lucky… Which is most of the time… If you go through my blog there’s more positivity and hope flying around than there is “SEAN SMAAAASH!”… If that makes any damn sense at all…

Anyway, I am 27 years old (28 on November 25th), I’m a believer in the power of intellectual discourse, the sanctity of challenged and challenging thought(s), and the necessity for knowing one’s world, its histories, and one’s own place therein.

I am an Actor, both on screen and stage… I have an agent, I’m union, I’ve worked professionally since 2010, and I’ve done everything from commercials, to multiple seasons on a national series, to industrials, to straight plays, to Shakespeare festivals, to Renaissance Festivals… It’s what I trained a good portion of my life for, it’s what I love, and it’s what I studied in college.
I also draw, paint, sculpt, write, sing (poorly), and dance.

I’ve studied stage combat since I was a wee lad. And have grown up in it, and with the SAFD (Society of American Fight Directors) because my more adulty peers (rennies who did fight stuff) were awesome, and thoroughly better parental figures than my Mom was.

To that previous point, I also grew up at Ren Faires! Which, if you were/are shocked by my frankness and colorful vocabulary, then that’s is the thing you get to blame for my broken give-a-fuck-er… But you also get to thank it for my endless imagination, stupid humor, and sense of honor.

That all said, I should just lay this one thing aside… I’m sorry you followed, and I’ll do my best not to deal the full breadth of my sarcastic bullshit in a day, but I will also try to do cool things that don’t hurt souls on the regular.

All in all, I’m just some jerk of an art nerd who lives in a constant state of his own mental flux. I also know a LOT of history… A ton. Because reasons…

I also game more than any self-respecting adult should, because fuck you, that’s why.

Console, PC, board, D20 anything ever, cards, warhammer… You name it, I have spent too fucking much money on it. And I’m not ashamed of that fact. Not one bit.

Gamer Tag on XBLive is Darth Panda1127.
Hit me up if you want, but I reserve the right to ignore you. No offense. I’m just a social recluse when I wanna be… Which is usually.

That pretty much sums me up. If you want more detail, READ. That’s pretty much the whole point of this whole… Blog… Thing…

Anyway I love your respective faces, and I hope to hear from/make you happy/challenge you to feel and be better, soon.