sorry i wanted to redo some things

anonymous asked:

Your comic is rad! when you're thumbnailing it out (if you even do) does it take a few tries to get the panels n angles right? Or do you just know how you want it as soon as you start?

OH BOY!! It’s actually a mix of both! LONG POST ;D

I thumbnail on paper, and it’s very rough. I struggled a lot with the next chapter so there was a lot of going back and redoing panels cause some didnt sit well or it seemed too boring to me (I’m still learning panels OTL). 

Sorry it’s so bright, but my typical thumbs look like this. This thumb was edited tho ;w;’’ But YEAH it’s very ugly and sketchy.

But the second time I go over the thumbs with Sai, I refine them and possibly change things again so that it’s ready for lining. It’s still pretty messy sometimes, and I don’t always include the bg but it looks like this somewhat! I don’t always know what I want, it mostly comes to me as I go and that’s not always best cause i get stumped VERY often since I’m trying to go for more poses and dynamics, which I’m currently struggling with a lot, bUT IM LEARNING! 

But here’s a more drastic difference from thumbs to lines:

This page didn’t have much to it, just three big ass panels and I was starting to add more to my pages by now. 

I completely forgot I wanted Noel to scream profanity LOL but went with him yelling ‘IM COOL’ instead >w>;; He does this often so having him scream ‘PISSING DICKS’ would be kind of odd. Sorry for the blotch of white in the middle, I must’ve erased that for some…weird reason.

AND TADA! This came out longer than I anticipated but I hope that helps put things into perspective ;w; <3

Silver (BTS Members x Reader)

Originally posted by mewchim

General genre : Fluff, some angst, fantasy AU, smut, action.

Author’s Note : I had to redo this part. I had written something that could NOT be excused and would ruin the whole thing, also I wanted to show more of y/n interactions with the other members as it did feel a little distant. I was mainly focusing on Jimin. Sorry it took this long to post it but I hope you like it. ALSO sorry it took too long to post this part, I just moved to my own place and was internet less for what felt like eternity. 

Summary : The guys hate seeing y/n hurting so they decide to spend quality time together and individually with her. Jin POV, Yoongi POV and Hoseok POV.

Warning : None, just a shit ton of fluff (I think).

Word count : 7.8k

Prologue, Chapter 4, Chapter 4 part 2, Chapter 4 part 4, Chapter 4 part 5.

Chapter 4 part 3

“You told me to not hesitate..” He said as he parted from her lips, panting. All she could manage to do was smile at him. 

The kiss they shared sent her heart in a confused state. She knew she loved Jimin but that kiss felt both good and wrong at the same time. Yoongi kept his distance after the kiss for a while but caved in. He would act the way he was with her prior the kiss, he didn’t attempt to do it again though.

“Y/n, we want to talk to you.” Jin said rather serious. He and the other guys have been talking for a few days to see what they could do for y/n since they knew she was hurting even though she didn’t say anything. 

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Anon Requested: Can you do an imagine with Frank Iero where neither of you can sleep at night so you just sort of lay together talking about things? this is so vague omg im sorry but go wild?? ily

Idk much about Frank Iero, and his personality but I tried my best so I hope you like it. Oh and I felt like this one should be really fluffy.

I just couldn’t sleep tonight. The moon shone through the curtains and cast a beautiful dull white light that just kept me awake. I lay in bed wondering if Frank was also still awake.

I sit up in my bed and step onto the cold hard wood floors that seemed to glow as the moonlight poured over them. I begin to make my way through the quiet house that I had been sharing with Frank until I found a place of my own. My parents had recently kicked me out of the house because I wasn’t the trophy child that they had wanted. My parents were quite strict and I liked to make my own room. I was the child who was independent and made my own decisions. I had made decisions my parents hadn’t approved of before like getting tattoos and going to concerts but when they found out that I had sneaked out a few nights in a row to attend friends parties that was the last straw. I had called my best friend Frank Iero from the band My Chemical Romance and askedd him if I could stay with him for awhile until I found a job and a place to stay, of course he agreed. 

When I snapped out of my little trance of resenting my parents I found my self at the door of Franks room. I didn’t knock before I entered in fear of waking him if he was asleep. Frank was laying on his bed eyes open when I walked in.

“Can’t sleep either?” I asked startling him. He sat up straight and looked at me shaking his head. I linger in the door way for a bit before he looks up at me again. He tapped a spot on the bed inviting me to sit down. 

“the moon’s really pretty tonight.” I chime in after a bit of silence, not awkward silence but a comfortable one I was almost afraid to break. We’re now both laying on his bed looking up at the ceiling of his room, being showered by thin rays of moonlight being sliced into section by the partially open blinds covering his window. 

“Yeah,” He agrees in a soft voice I never heard him use before. “I don’t remember a time when it was this beautiful.” There was another moment of silence, before I continue to speak.

“Frank,” I say turning to looked at him as he stares at the ceiling. He seemed to glow in the moonlight, all of his features highlighted in a way that made my breath hitch for a moment. I don’t know if I had ever looked at Frank like this before. He was gorgeous. I almost forgot I was going to say something until he looked at me with eyes that seemed to shimmer as they gazed expectantly at me. I sigh shaking off any feeling I just had. “I got a job yesterday." 

"Does that mean…” He seemed disappointed but I shoved it off as my mind playing tricks on me.

“Yeah I’m gonna start looking for a place to stay, and then I’ll be out of your hair. I say giving him a small forced smile. I didn’t really want to leave, but I didn’t want to intrude. He didn’t reply he just turn his gaze back up, and after a few moments of looking at him I let out a small barely audible sigh and do the same. There was more silence but it was no longer a warm comfortable it was now a sad one that chilled my skin. I had this feeling deep in my gut that made me feel as if I were going to cry. I don’t know why I felt such an attachment to Frank all of a sudden, that I had never felt in all my years of knowing him. This feeling had started as a small little something a few weeks ago when I moved in, but it had soon grown into something I didn’t understand. A feeling that made me want to smile and laugh but at the same time burst into tears.

I think we had been sitting in silence for at least 20 minutes before Frank spoke. What he said caught me of guard.

"Stay.” He said with desperation apparent in his voice. We turned to look at each other his eyes filled with sadness his features contorted by a frown.

“I…” Before I could get any words out he cut my off.

“Wait, I want to explain, and if you don’t feel the same I understand and you can leave but I need to tell you. Ever since you moved in I, I just felt something in the pit of my stomach. It was as if this was the first time I got to see you, the real you, and you’re beautiful. I don’t know if this makes sense but you have this aura to you, this sort of glow. You always look so gorgeous. When you’re wearing your big over-sized t-shirts just walking around the house, laughing and being yourself, your-clumsy, goofy, wonderful-self, I can’t help but stare. In those moments your more beautiful then you every were all dressed up with your hair done and your makeup on. These little moments led me to thinking that I want to see you like that more often and that…that I love you, and everything about you.” I was in shock. Is that what that feeling was that I was feeling deep in my gut. I couldn’t speak my body wasn’t functioning, and I was to paralyzed to speak. frank took this as ‘I don’t love you back and began to ramble.

“Oh but if you don’t feel the same that’s okay, I still wanna be friends and hang out like we always do. I didn’t mean anything by that, well I did but, you know I…” I cut him off with a kiss. Not a lustful one, but a passionate closed mouth kiss that conveyed the message that I found hard to say just a moment earlier. The kiss only lasted for a few seconds but it had seemed like forever.

“Oh” he said quietly, and grinned. I nodded a smile spreading across my face. Frank came closer and wrapped his arms around me. I curled up into his side and rested my head on his chest. We booth let out a sigh of contentment.

“I was so afraid that I was going to find a place and leave without telling you how I felt.” I said relieved “but I guess you solved that problem for me.” We both laughed a bit.

“And I was afraid that after I told you you would leave me and never come back.” We both sighed again.

“So guess this means your staying.” Frank said smiling as I nuzzle into his chest a bit more.

“Frankie after what you just said your never getting rid of me.” We both laughed again. “Does this mean I get to meet your band?” I say hopefully pulling my head up to look at him. 

“I guess so.” He says with a chuckle, amused by my sudden change of topic. I let out a small squeak of excitement before kissing him a bit more forcefully this time. When I pull back wee both laugh some more. We spent the rest of the night talking and giggling, wrapped in each others arms. We talked for so long and it felt right like this is where I was meant to be.

When I finally had fallen asleep on Frank’s chest the flashing numbers on his clock indicated that it was 4:39. The last thing I felt before drifting of was Franks lips grazing across my head and the thumping og his heart pounding in his chest.

I kind of threw a little twist in there. I’m sorry if thats not what you wanted. If you want me to redo it just hit me up and say so. Other than that thanks for reading please like and reblog, follow if you want. Please send in some more requests.

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I wasn’t overly happy with my original Charizard hybrids so wanted to redo some and add new ones (and also add some write-ups which I should do for the others older ones that I didn’t redo…and I’m sorry I didn’t draw wings this time but eghh…)
As I said before I don’t think hybrids would be a common thing but more like shinies, just a genetic chance that happens, usually the result of continuous breeding where they take on physical features of both parents instead of just the mother. They probably wouldn’t be able to produce offspring themselves or mega evolve. 

I just went with the species name for the hybrid names 

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I hope to have some fluffy honeymoon night sex hc’s for Michael and the redo of my shitty Dom!Jerm sin up by tonight. If that doesn’t happen…

I’m sorry, I got caught up playing a fucking video game of mine

But I doubt that’ll happen because I want to put up some fluffy honeymoon sex with Michael Mell today

I’ve been in a fluffy mood today as I stress over school so yeah

That’s a thing!


Requested reference sheet reference for The Protomen Protoman that I draw, mildly tweaked save for the mini-gun buster-canon thing… that was super tweaked because the one I’ve been drawing just felt painfully out-of-place. I wanted to redo a lot more but for the sake of some kind of consistency I bit the bullet and worked with my past crap.

I really don’t understand the poncho-cape-thing but I accept it. Maybe a more hardcore version of his scarf?

shield not drawn because I just now remembered it sorry. Also sorry for my terrible script.

anonymous asked:

So what's your headcanon for Obi/Qui and I?

oooh. well. from this post 
(this one is not tagged atoz smutlets because it is not, in fact, a smutlet.)

Honestly, I didn’t ship QuiObi until @deadcatwithaflamethrower and ReEntry, and then because all of deadcat’s fics are amazing. Which is a crash course in OTP genesis, because now I view almost any QuiObi works I come across through that lens. 

This also means whatever I’ve picked up from ReEntry is my absolute heartcanon. Which includes a not-so-smooth relationship between Dooku and Qui-Gon during his Padawan years, btw, and no one can tell me that between that kind of childhood and Xan’s betrayal, Qui-Gon was ever very open to touch except from the very few people he knew and trusted. Xan just glomps onto him as a three-year-old in the créche and doesn’t let go. 

But then we have Obi-Wan, and I sort of headcanon that there wasn’t much physical contact there, not unless Obi-Wan was injured or ill. His Master never got much of that open affection, so, while there was the occasional hug, there probably should have been more. (Heck, you know how much I have to think every time someone just casually brushes their hand against me in conversation or laughing at my jokes or something? I hate that I have to stop for at least a second to reorient myself and be like, ‘oh they’re not from this state oh god maybe people are like that in Texas?! Fuck, that took too long, they probably noticed.’)

So both Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are probably touch-starved at the least. But they know each other’s habits and minds very well after Obi-Wan’s apprenticeship, even though they miss things and have some very rough patches. Which is why physical contact is one the of the first parts or signs of their slow process of coming together. 

Strictly speaking, btw, this is all ReEntry canon and not really headcanon. I’m… plotting my lowkey AU, tbh. if you want me to do a redo of this ask, I will, just resubmit your question. Got a little carried away, I’m sorry.
Did you want a smutlet too, or…? You just said headcanon so idk if you’d be uncomfortable with that stuff. But then again this one’s turned out to be just a sweet little ficlet, anyway, so I hope you enjoy :)
(It’ll probably show up in that AU, of course. And I have a fondness for winter planets apparently, and Khazad-dûm-style cities-carved-into-mountains.)

Even with shuttles changing their day-cycles to prepare travelers for planetfall, Qui-Gon found that often he needed more time to grow accustomed to the new cycles. Which was how he found himself awake and restless in the dark, only an hour away from dawn. He could have taken out a datapad, reviewed mission notes as he’d done several times over in the tens it had taken them to get here. Instead, rather than forcing light on his aching eyes, he dressed in the half-dark and decided to risk a walk in the cold morning air.

The large window in the main room of his assigned apartments led out onto to an arcade that wove along the sunrise-side of the mountain. He hadn’t quite figured out what was East or West yet in his bleary state, but he remembered his guide last night had told him that the sunrises were spectacular, and visiting diplomats were almost always offered rooms on the sunrise-side.

He hadn’t been sure if he would be quite awake enough to appreciate it, but the cold dry air was slowly peeling away the fog of sleep. Wrapped in a heavy blanket, he strolled along the arcade until soft light and warmth touched his cheek. Then he stopped, just near a bench, and looked out at the snowy expanse.

This would definitely be worth it, he decided. The way the barely visible sun already left blue shadows on the ground and painted the edge of the horizon a reddish hue – all of it promised rare brilliance. Qui-Gon sat down to watch, pulling the folds of the blanket more tightly around himself.

“You’re not cold?”

He smiled at the soft voice. When he looked up, Obi-Wan was walking towards him from his own guest quarters not far off, smiling brilliantly.

“A little,” Qui-Gon shrugged. “Enough to wake me.”

Obi-Wan grinned and nodded, then cast a glance over at the horizon himself, almost immediately transfixed.

Qui-Gon loved the new ease between them. Much of the tension that had marked their first few months of working together had melted away, the old rhythm returned. Obi-Wan was no longer his Padawan, but he still knew Qui-Gon’s mind better than anyone he’d ever worked with, and that was a gift he had never failed to appreciate. In the last few years, Obi-Wan had acquired his own penchant for companionable silences – to a point that sometimes rather unnerved Anakin.

But now, more and more often, Qui-Gon felt bowed under the weight of those silences when they felt unbreakable. How could he dare speak his mind when his words could so easily shatter the newfound comfort between them?

The thought struck him again now as Qui-Gon looked over at his Knight, watched the sunlight thread through copper hair, shine in blue-green eyes and paint his features golden. He was wondering how to ask him to move just a little closer when Obi-Wan turned and met his eyes with a questioning gaze. Qui-Gon smiled shyly. Still at loss for words, he lifted an inviting arm instead, letting the folds of the blanket fall open.

Obi-Wan didn’t move. His brow knotted a little – whether in confusion or objection, Qui-Gon couldn’t tell. He felt a twinge at that, one that tightened his throat and stomach and threatened to steal his breath altogether. He didn’t even know what to think, watching Obi-Wan perform some sort of mental calculus that reminded him sharply of how little of this simple contact they’d had over the years.

Cold air seeped in through the gap between them as Obi-Wan stood before him, uncertain. Qui-Gon was almost ready to curl into himself as the moment lengthened, to tuck himself into a ball of too-long limbs, embarrassed mutterings and aching heart.

But then Obi-Wan was there, wrapping himself in the folds of the blanket the way he’d wrapped himself in his Master’s cloak when he was still a Padawan. Now he tucked himself under Qui-Gon’s arm and pressed against his side, the cold that clung to his clothes seeping pleasantly into Qui-Gon’s ribs. He’d left his neck exposed to the sharp air, though.

So Qui-Gon let his hand drag slowly up Obi-Wan’s shoulder, drawing the blanket along with it, giving him every chance to signal discomfort. But Obi-Wan made no objection, not even when that hand rested on his shoulder, and the blanket was wrapped securely around his slender frame. On the contrary, Obi-Wan leaned against him and let his head rest on Qui-Gon’s shoulder. They watched the sunrise, that way, breathing in the cool air and basking in the rose-gold light. And just once, Qui-Gon let his thumb brush against the soft skin under Obi-Wan’s ear.

I love it so much that characters (and especially love interests) are getting less super model-ish and more realistic looking. It feels so great when people shower characters with relatable everyday flaws with love and affection. It gives me such a huge confidence boost because it just goes to show that looks aren’t the most important thing in life and that a lot of people will love you even if you’re not perfect.

MOD: I’m sorry confessor that there aren’t a lot of love interests in the picture but I wanted to show some of Dragon Age’s best unconventional beauties. (And I’m sorry Bull and Barris got covered by the text)

another [jimin&reader] 1

synopsis: park jimin loves to spend his money on school supplies, thick books, and alcohol. having been best friends in elementary school, you find yourself in confusion when he decides to come barging into your life again, making it more exasperating than ever. the introduction to the story.

Originally posted by jeonmp3

Genre: Delinquent! Jimin, angst, hurt/comfort, maybe some fluff, future adult themes.

Authors note: hello this is an older fic of mine that i had saved and decided to kinda edit. This is now going to be part of a series that i’m working on.

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anonymous asked:

hey could i just have clarification on why u think porn is a bad thing? like i understand certain types which fetishise rape or severely underage sex but in lots of cases porn can be consensual and not 'healthy' per se but it's like anything else watch if u want, don't if u don't want. sorry if this comes across as offensive i'd just like a different perspective :-)

in the end, you’re watching people you don’t know pretend to vigourously fuck in a room being watched by an entire camera crew, pausing to adjust and redo shots, some times non consensually, sometimes on drugs, sometimes under age, often involving violence, usually with ridiculous standards for both womens and mens bodies, it’s catered almost wholly to the male gaze, it completely fetishises lesbians, women of different races and minors, not to mention the disgusting effect it has on the consumers of it who often become not only dependent on it, but also are disappointed by real life sex as it doesn’t measure up to “Horny Blonde Teen Looking To Get Assfucked By Three Jocks”

anonymous asked:

can I request a mark scenario where you two are both friends and you like him, but he doesn't know and one day he tells you he got back together with his ex? angsty please! >.< <3


You blink, trying to process the information, making sure you understood what Mark just said.

“Yeah, isn’t it great? Who would have thought that just sitting down and talking about everything we would have gotten back together? She said she still loved me, and I never stopped loving her either. It was perfect.”

Yeah, that’s what you thought he said.


You sipped your cola, your throat had gotten dry all of a sudden. When he had told you he had a surprise for you this was furthest from your mind as a pleasant surprise. Especially since you liked him as way more than a friend. And part of you thought maybe he had felt the same. Guess not.

Maybe you were being too quiet, usually you were the talkative one and he was the one that sat back and listened. Either way he seemed to notice. “What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?” You just realized you hadn’t looked up from the table or at him since his announcement.

“I mean what’s wrong? You’re acting weird. Quiet…you don’t think we can do it do you?” You looked up at him to see him looking dead at you. You looked off over his shoulder at the back of some guy’s head. “You don’t think we can redo a relationship, do you?”

“Do you?”

“I don’t know. But I want to try. I think we can do it if it’s what we really want.”

You nod. “That’s all that really matters. What you want.” You lick your dry lips and leave your half empty glass as you stand from the booth. “Sorry, I just remembered I have a school thing. Paper due next week. It’s really important.”

“A paper?” He stood and followed after you to the door. You knew he would have but right now you wished he would just disappear so you could get your thoughts together. “I thought this was your last week of classes?”

Oh. Right. You flag down a cab and open the door before looking over at him with the best fake smile you could muster. “Ever heard of extra credit? There’s a deadline and if I don’t get it out of the way before the professor posts grades then I’m stuck with a C. I’ll see you later, Mark.”

You didn’t even wait to see if he believed it. You got in and closed the door telling the cab directions to your house.


It had been a week and a half since you talked to Mark. Not that he wasn’t trying to contact you. He had called and texted multiple times every day. He stopped by but you had told your sister to tell him you weren’t home. You stayed off the internet, he seemed to start updating his personal instagram and facebook with more and more pictures of him and his ex-ex-girlfriend. And with school over for the semester you didn’t know what else to do to pass time so you found yourself hiding out in the local library. Books were a good way to get away from reality if only for a little while.


You almost dropped your books when you saw him sitting on the front porch. He looked at you with curious eyes and if you looked close enough you could see the hurt in them as well. But what should you care? There was hurt in your heart. “Hey. What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you. Your sister told me you weren’t home so I decided to wait for you.”

“Oh— you didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes I did. It seems I can’t get in contact with you any other way than to just wait for you to show up. It worked out.”

“Ah.” You nod and glance at your front door. You wondered how successful you’d be if you sprinted past him but thought against it. “So…did you need something?”

“Yeah, my best friend would be a nice start.”

You bite your lip, feeling your eyes about to do something you hated—water up. Once they started it was damn hard to stop them. “What are you talking about? I’m right here.”

“Yeah, but you have been MIA for the past week. 

"That’s exaggerating, don’t you think?”

“Exaggerating? I hadn’t heard from you at all, you don’t answer my calls, you don’t return my texts, I was starting to think you had fallen off the planet or something.”

“Mark, please.”

“There.” He pointed at you. You stared at his finger then looked at his face. His eyebrows were furrowed. “You said it again.”


“You called me Mark.”

“That’s your name, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but since when do you call me by my first name? It’s always Yiyi or Tuan or Tuna or some other stupid little nickname you thought up. You’ve never called me Mark until…”

Your heart rate increased as you watched him put the pieces together. “I think you should go now.”

“The day I told you I got back with—”

“I’m going inside. I’ll see you around.”

“Wait—just…what did I do? I don’t get it. Do you not like her? I didn’t think you guys ever met. What can I do to make it better? I don’t want my girlfriend and my best friend to hate each other.”

“Mark, just stop, okay? You don’t get it. You’ll never get it,”

“What won’t I get? Just tell me and maybe I can fix it—”

“You’ll never get that I like you, okay?!” His eyes widened as he stared at you, mouth hanging open. “I’ve always liked you. For years I’ve liked you. You haven’t gotten it. I was dumb enough to think that maybe you were starting to come around and notice my feelings but then you went and got back with your ex. You can’t fix that you don’t like me the way I like you, Mark. It just doesn’t work that way.”

"I’m sorry…I didn’t know.”

“I know you didn’t know. I didn’t want you to know.” For some reason you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from talking. It was like everything you had been holding in for the past three years was coming out. “Do you know how much it hurts to see you with someone else? To be overlooked by the one person you really want to look at you? It hurts a lot, Mark.”

You both were quiet, your heart pounding in your chest and he was just staring at you, taking it all in. “Well, what now? What can I do?”


“Are you saying you don’t want to be friends anymore?”


~ Ariel
Sorry to end it there but it was getting too long.