sorry to trouble you

anonymous asked:

こにちわ!my english is not too good, but I would like to ask what app you use for the drawing of the comics? Thank you and sorry for trouble

こんばんは ! 

No trouble at all! No one else has asked what I use.

Here are my tools!:

  • A mechanical pencil to lightly sketch the comic first.
  • A Pentel brush pen for blocking panels or filling up lots of inked space.
  • Mangaka Flexible ZIG Fine Tip pen for fine lines/details.
  • Pentel Eraser for erasing lines after inks are done. It’s soft and doesn’t smear easily.
  • POSCA white paint pen to cover up any mistakes and it can be drawn over once it dries. I love this white pen above all others.

Then I scan the comic and digitally edit any more mistakes then I post it.

Hope this helps!!

anonymous asked:

Hi Nina!! Thanks for your hardwork! Uhhmm I remember you posting the trick to knowing which group scanlates what and stuff. Well, My internet's super slow so I can't really look for that post of yours and I just really wanted to know who scanlates Hadakeru Kaibutsu because it hasn't updated for a while... really really sorry for the trouble 😓

Hi~ ^^

If you google the name and add “baka” to it, you get the link to mangaupdates. 

:)
No trouble at all, please don’t worry ^^ I love that series too! <3

~Nini

Attention please.

Would like to announce that next week I will start from zero with my ask box. That means that some later requests will be deleted, because either they are confusing, not specific, request to much or because I don’t have insiration for them because they just aren’t inspiring requests.

I will also update the rules to send requests because many got out of hand.

I have 4-5 scenarios to post that are finished. Will also finally write the scenario from the last giveaway, will take care of secret santa’s gift and will finally open the requests once again.

Hopefully I will do all of this before the year ends :3

Sorry for the trouble.

Love you all,

Andy.

katie3467  asked:

Hi! Your Fierce and Free jacket recolors are beautiful! But I am having trouble getting the mesh, and I read on the creators page that you can include her meshes. I was hoping if you could? Im sorry if its too much trouble.

Hi!  Thanks for letting me know the mesh link changed.  Here’s a new link!

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✩ “I have to work harder than anyone else to make it! I’ll never catch up otherwise…! I want to be like you…! Like you. The strongest hero!” (๑و•̀ω•́)و  ✩
Midoriya Izuku | Aka Deku | Birthday gift for my lovely Olivia~ (*’∀’人)♥

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Jin: When you said you were bad in the kitchen, I didn’t know it was to this extent.

Namjoon: Yeah, my roommates call me God of Destruction hahahah;;;;;

(Namjin- Things you said at 1am)

“Don’t be scared, I’m right here~”

Some University!AU (maybe?) MarkJin to get rid of art block ♡

This set of panels in particular is pretty important to me, because it was stuff like this that kept me from realizing I was aroace for so long, so this was a little difficult for me to write.

When Jughead says “If…I would willingly kiss a girl it’ll be you” I have often seen it taken as a sort of very romantic line, like “I’m ready for you when you aren’t interested in Archie anymore”. However, this is a very common aromantic sentiment. Back when I didn’t know aromanticism was an option, I would mentally figure out which of my friends and acquaintances I would be willing to date, or kiss, because I figured I would have to end up with one of them, and because I thought that’s how crushes worked.

This also plays into amatonormativity, “the assumption that a central, exclusive, amorous relationship is normal for humans, in that it is a universally shared goal, and that such a relationship is normative, in the sense that it should be aimed at in preference to other relationship types”** Once I realized I was aro, I still clung to this internal list of which friends I would be willing to date, because of the whole idea that a relationship is the goal. I didn’t want my friends to end up sad and lonely, and I still sort of assumed I would have to marry someone in the end. Romance is pushed as something more important than friendship, and this is unhealthy for everyone, not just people like me! We shouldn’t base our self-worth on our relationship status, and friendship isn’t “below” a romantic relationship.

So when Jughead tells Betty she would be his first choice if he was interested, this reads, to me, as a misplaced display of friendship. He is telling Betty that he cares about her, that he considers her to be one of his best friends, one of his most important friends, but he doesn’t know how to express that. This is something I had to examine about myself recently, because I realized I was treating romance like a step above friendship, so I thought the only way I could display how much my friends meant to me was to be willing to join them in the “next level” of a relationship. Because friendship isn’t enough.

This, to me, feels a little sad. It’s reassuring to Betty! And a good comic!

It is also so, SO aromantic it hurts.


**I wanted to link to an article on amatonormativity but I didn’t find one that explained it well enough, so if that definition doesn’t make sense drop an ask my way and I’ll go more in-depth!

sad boy + justin foley

plot : after his mum’s new boyfriend kicks him out, Justin only has one thing to do

word count : 1403

notes : for two people who wanted Justin Foley but I forgot their accounts so I’m sorry for not tagging

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Running out of his house, bag slung over his shoulder, Justin wiped his wet eyes on the sleeve of his varsity jacket, only for the tears to be replaced with new ones. He didn’t stop until he couldn’t run anymore, legs aching, throat burning. He had no idea where he was, he couldn’t tell with his blurry vision. It was almost nightfall, not a person In sight. He fell to his knees, bag dropping with a loud thump, as a quiet sob passed his lips.

There was one thing Justin could think of doing. One person he wanted to talk to now, he needed to talk to right now. He reached into his pocket, hands trembling as he did so, retrieving his phone. He somehow found your contact, a picture of your beaming face on his screen, the image alone calming him down the tiniest bit. He shakily pressed the dial button, holding his breath while waiting for you to pick up. Begging you to answer.

One ring. Two ring.

More tears gathered in his eyes.

Three ring.

You were probably busy. You didn’t need him as a burden.

Four ring.

More and more tears fell as another sob racked his body.

“Hey”

The world stopped. Justin’s voice was caught in his throat, no words forming.

“Justin? You there?”

He couldn’t help the cry he let out of his mouth.

“Justin?! Are you okay?”

The sound of your panicked voice, filled Justin’s heart. You cared, you were the only one who cared.

“Y-Y/N”

It was only a whisper, something you shouldn’t have caught but you did.

“Justin? What happened? What’s wrong? What did they do?”

“I- I can’t. I-”

The words wouldn’t come out, as much as Justin tried.

“Where are you? I’m coming to pick you up” you stated.

Justin heard the jingling of keys through the phone.

“I- I don’t know. There’s houses and- and a-” he stuttered, trying to speak through the suffocation he was feeling.

“Justin. Stop. Breathe in. Breathe out. Now tell me, can you see a street sign anywhere?”

He did as you instructed, following your smooth, familiar voice.

“Risely Avenue” he said after a while.

“Stay where you are, I’m coming. And Justin?”

He blinked back more tears as he listened to you talk.

“Yeah?”

“Everything will be okay”

It was a mere 10 minutes before your familiar car drove up the street, headlights illuminating the otherwise dark road. Justin looked at the ground as he stood, ashamed to look at you in his current state. He heard the click of the car door opening, followed the by the clicking of your shoes on the gravel road. He managed to look up, eyes meeting with your warm ones. You stood right in front of him, inches away. You held your arms out and in less than a second, Justin fell into your arms.

“Hey”

He swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat.

“Hey” he replied, his voice a tiny squeak.

You pulled away, much to Justin’s dismay. You picked up his bag from the floor and he didn’t have the energy to protest, taking his hand in yours, you walked back to your car, settling them in. And then you drove.

“Y/N”

You turned to look at your boyfriend of more than a year for a second before fixing your eyes back on the road.

“I- uhm I-”

“You don’t have to explain Justin. Not now anyway”

You pressed your lips together, gently placing a hand on his knee while keeping the other on the steering wheel. He flinched at the sudden contact, but your hand stayed where it was.

“I’m sorry, I just I-”

He immediately started to apologise, even though you thought nothing of it and completely understood.

“Sh, Justin. Just relax, you’re with me now” you assured, running a thumb across his jean clad knee.

He nodded, swallowing thickly, shutting his eyes and focusing on your soft touch. You flicked your eyes to him, watching his long eyelashes fall on his cheekbones. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, dried tears on his cheeks.

Soon enough, you reached your house, parking the car in the driveway. Justin opened his eyes, blinking a few times. You silently hopped out, grabbing his bag from the backseat before opening the passenger door.

“You don’t have to do all this” Justin mumbled.

“Come on” you urged, ignoring his statement.

The two of you walked into your house, the warmth engulfing you both. You took his hand in yours, leading him to the spare bedroom.

“Have you eaten yet?” you questioned.

Justin shook his head, like you expected.

“Well, you know where the showers are, I’m going to heat up dinner okay?”

He nodded, looking at the floor. You could tell he was on the verge of another round of tears. You frowned, walking up to him and wearing your arms around his neck, placing a kiss on his cheek. You felt him smile, even if it was a small one.

You stepped away, smiling at him softly, before leaving the room. You walked to your kitchen, getting the leftovers from Robert out to heat them up. Nobody should be treated how Justin is. Justin didn’t call you about this, usually going to Bryce’s house or Alex’s but not yours. He never wanted to bother you with his problems, thinking he would be a burden to you. It took Justin almost a year before he even told you about his condition at home and that was only after Zach accidentally mentioned it.

You took the food out of the microwave, placing it on the dinner table while waiting for him to arrive. Your parents were big business people, meaning they were out of town a lot of the time, so they bought you your own little house to stay in which they occasionally visited.

Ten minutes later, the sound of water running stopped, meaning Justin was out of the shower. Another ten minutes later, Justin padded into the dining room, where you were waiting for him. His hair was dripping wet, droplets trailing down the back of his neck. His eyes were redder, even puffier while his bottom lip quivered. What you noticed now was the significant bruises that had formed around his neck and the sight of all of this made you shatter a little on the inside. He tugged at his sleeves, still looking at the floor. He had changed into a pair of sweats and a t shirt.

You went to him, pressing a slight kiss on his shaking lips. You gripped his jaw with a feather-like touch, tilting it upwards to expose the purple and blue skin of his neck. You gingerly touched the large bruises that were vaguely in the shape of fingerprints. He gulped, Adam’s apple bobbing under your thumb. You sighed and pulled away.

“Sit, Justin”

He listened to your words, taking a seat next to you. He picked up his fork, staring at his food with no intention of eating it.

“I’m not that hungry right now Y/N, I’m sorry for making you go to all this trouble-”

“It’s fine Justin, I understand. Want to go to bed?” you offered.

He nodded, standing up from the table with you following suit. You put his plate back in the fridge before taking his hand and walking back to bed. You got in first, opening your arms and inviting him to lay with you. He complied immediately, putting his head on your shoulder, intertwining your legs.

“You have to report them Justin. Those bruises… they look bad. It’s the worse it’s gotten so far” you gulped, your own heart becoming heavy with the thought.

“I can’t Y/N, I’ll be shipped off to some foster home with people I don’t even know and I might even have to move away. I’m not risking that”

You nodded, it was a hard decision for anyone.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine”

As the words left his mouth, you felt wetness on your shoulder.

“Oh Justin, you don’t need to act strong now. It’s okay to be human” you whispered into his ear.

And those were all it took before he broke down for the third time that evening. His body shook violently as you held him tight.

“It’ll all be okay Justin. I promise”

And in that moment, Justin realised that the only real place he felt safe was with you.
SKAM S04E05 Clip 5 - Imagine all the people living life in peace

ESKILD: “You’re the one called Elias, right?”
EVA: Elias is your brother?
ESKILD: Then I go up to him and then I stroke him, just a little bit on his side at first, then I feel like a shiver going up his spine. *Gag noises* Then he left pretty quickly, but he seemed open for more fun.
CHRIS: Are you crazy?
EVA: Stop! I can send you the money.
CHRIS: Send me the money? What?
EVA: I can send it! How much is it? Hello!
CHRIS: 112.
EVA: It doesn’t!
CHRIS: 112 for a beer.
EVA: I can give you..
CHRIS: 112,50. 112,40..
[Are you coming?]
EVA: 112,40?
CHRIS: Point 40.
[John Lennon - Imagine]
EVEN: Thank you!
CHRIS: Oh my God
SANA: Yeah..
CHRIS: Yeah..
SANA: Oh, I love you so much.

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