speaking of my stuff i gotta get on that

Sometimes…I wish I could write a fic…but at this point, I am too afraid to even attempt it. Hell I’ll probably get lost into my own story and ask myself dafuq I just write and where the hell am I… xD

What a Guy

Word Count: 2360 or so

Warnings: another shitty story, light smut, cursing.


I fiddle with the grocery bags, shoving them into one arm to unlock my door. The door clicks as I swing it open with my foot. The keys get hung up on their respective hook and the bags get dropped on the counter. I stash the cold stuff and leave the rest for later. Dropping myself onto the couch after a long day was always the best. I flipped through channels for a while, settling on some cliché ‘law and order’ type show.

A barely audible click sounded from upstairs. I shot up and inched towards the stairs. Grabbing the gun out of the drawer in the kitchen, I made way upstairs, arms raised, ready to shoot.

Was that…blood?

I heard movement in the bathroom. If I was being robbed, why the hell would they go for the bathroom first?

I step into the doorway poised and ready to shoot at a moment notice. A tall man was rummaging through the medicine cabinet. The blood was coming from his waist, where I thought I saw a bullet wound. The window in the hall was wide open and the soft night breeze blew in. Funny, I kept all my windows locked, I mean what else would a woman who lived alone in the middle of the city do?

I cleared my throat, making my presence known. He spun around, on high guard. He took a quick glance at me and visibly relaxed. Not all the way, but a lot. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut. “Are you here to kill me, or simply raid my med supply?” I questioned tilting my head to the side lightly. When he spoke, his voice was gruff and deep, as if he hasn’t used it in a while.

“I’m not here to kill you-”
I scoffed, I knew who he was, and he was definitely strong, and a good fighter, but so was I.
“-I was hoping you could help me.” He said holding up his arm. It didnt look like he could lift it.

“I’d be more concerned about that.” I said tilting the gun to point to his torso. “Look, I could help myself but-” he said roughly cutting off. “But what?”

He undid his top and slid it off, letting it hit the floor.  He obviously was uncomfortable, he definitely felt vulnerable. I stared wide-eyed at his arm, sure I’d seen it before, I’d read his files, and I’d seen him fight, but never was it up this close. My eyes trailed up to where skin met metal and I winced. It was still red. He subconsciously turned so his left side was more behind him.

“How’d you know I was a mechanic? No that sounds too… how’d you know I worked in tech?” I questioned, letting my gun fall to my side, as he didn’t seem to want to hurt me. “I-uh- I was following Steve and I saw you help Little Stark out with one of his….things.” I sighed. Then smirked at the nickname “little stark.”

“Come on.” I ordered, grabbing the first aid kit and heading downstairs.
“Sit.” I pointed to the chair I’d pulled out from the island. He did as he was told. I warned him when I was going to pull the bullet out and stitched up the wound. Placing a bandage over it, to keep it clean.

“Now, let’s fix that arm of yours.” He turned, placing his bionic arm up on the counter.
“Grace, by the way.” I stated, he looked up at me, puzzled, before responding
“Bucky.” I could tell the name felt foreign to him
“It’d be a whole lot easier to diagnose this if I knew what happened.” I said, looking up at the soldier.
“I had another run-in with the Captain’s sheild.” He stated, matter-of-factly. I knew well enough both were made of vibranium, so it made sense.

“Well, I should just be able to readjust the wiring and bend this back into place….and violá. Done. Try it.” He held up his arm, moving it around, with a mechanical whir it set into place.  I watched carefully to make sure I had done it right. It seemed to be working fine.
“Thank you…Grace” he said, adding my name at the end.
“Welcome. So, you’re welcome to stay the night, so I can make sure you heal okay. But you’re also free to leave.” I offered, surprised at myself for being this care-free. I had a freaking assassin in my house, and I offered to let him stay.
“I was just about to make dinner.” He looked skeptical for a minute, before sitting back in the stool.

“I’ll stay, but only for the night.” I smiled, knowing I had won, I wasn’t letting him leave with such bad wounds. I switched on the radio and put a pot of water on the stove, deciding to make pasta, since it was so easy. When I turned back, Bucky was focusing hard. “What’s up?” I question, concern lacing my voice.
“I knew this song.” He stated, trying to remember.
“Well, let’s dance then.” I said, offering him my hand.
“I don’t remember how.”

“Sure you do, just try it.” I smiled, taking his hand and placing it on my waist, taking his other hand in mine and leading as we swayed in time with the beat. Bucky seemed to catch on as he took the lead. He let go of my waist and twirled me, pulling me back and letting me tip back a bit. He looked so focused, but at the same time, so carefree. Like a piece of his old self was back. I laughed.

“Don’t remember how.” I mocked. He chuckled lightly, stepping back to let me go stir the noodles. That’s how the night was spent. Dancing and laughing and for Bucky, remembering, little bits and pieces. Nothing huge.
The next morning, I woke up at around 7 and headed downstairs to make breakfast. Bucky was already at the table, with his head in his hands.
“You’re up early.”
“I didn’t sleep much.” I sent a glance over my shoulder and went to the fridge
“How do you like your eggs, Mr. Barnes?” I questioned, changing the subject.
“Scrambled.”
“Thanks for making it easy.” While the eggs were cooking, I swapped out his bandage, surprised at how quickly he healed, I knew he was super human, but it was almost gone, over night.
“Maybe another day or two and I’ll let you leave.” He let a light smile tug at his mouth.
“Here’s your eggs.” I say, turning and passing some from the pan to his plate.
He responds with a simple thanks while he all but inhales his eggs.

“So, why did you actually agree to stay with me. Shouldn’t you be…on the run?”
He freezes. Looking up at me through his lashes
“I-I guess its just a safe place to be, Hydra wouldn’t expect me to be staying with a nice, beautiful lady in the middle of a big city.” I don’t think he realized what he said, or if it even had any meaning, but I still blushed. I stood and reached for his plate, taking it with me to the sink.

“They’re still trying to get you back? That means Steve is too… Well, you can stay for as long as you need, just don’t kill me.”
He scoffed lightly and stood, walking back up to the guest bedroom. I heard the water start to run. Apparently, he was comfortable enough to take a shower. I climbed the stairs, heading towards my bedroom, I stopped when I realized the bathroom door was open. Bucky was standing in the full length mirror in his boxers. I tried not to stare, so I looked down to my feet, he looked at me with an expression that resembled a lost puppy.
“You know, I still don’t know exactly how I got this arm. I mean, I know the story, but I can’t remember it.” He said softly. I took a step towards him.

“It’s this- this fucking arm, I’ve killed so many people, and this arm is a dead giveaway as to who I am. I- I’m a monster.” He finished, looking down. I’d never seen him look so defeated. He was always so strong and fierce, like a true soldier.
“Buck, I know it wasn’t you that killed those people, but I’m not going to give you a heartfelt speech about how it’ll get better, because frankly it probably wont-”
“Gee thanks” he muttered.

“You’re probably gonna go through a lot more shit. But I just want you to know that, even though it’s not a lot, I know it wasn’t you, that you didn’t have a choice. Steve does too, and probably the rest of S.H.E.I.L.D, or, well, what’s left of it.”
I finished, resting a hand on the sensitive skin where skin met metal. He instinctively grabbed my wrist to push me away- but stopped last second, resting his right hand on mine. I put my other hand on his face and I swear I felt him lean into it.

“Go take your shower.” I laughed stepping out of the bathroom and closing the door behind me. He was quick and was out by the time I finished getting ready.
“Where are you going?” He questioned, drying his hair with the towel.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I have a job. I took a week off though. I’m just running in to pick up some papers, I’ll be back within the hour.”
“Oh, okay…” He glanced at me one more time, opening him mouth to speak. But I cut him off.
“You’re not coming.” I stated with as much finality as I could manage. He sighed and sulked off towards the room he had claimed as his own.
I headed down to the tower and collected my stuff as quickly as possible, wanting to be in and out.
“Hey! Collins! What’re you doing back so soon? Nice dress. Show Steve, he’ll think you’re straight outta the forties.”
“Oh, hey Tony. I-uh I just came to get my stuff, I really gotta go, busy day.” I said trying to turn away.
“Isn’t it always? Oh, but before you go, we still don’t have any leads on the Winter Soldier. Keep an eye out.”
“That’s in the job description, isn’t it?” He smirked.
“Oh, and-”
“Tony! Come on, you have to finish fixing the suit before Fury sends you on another surprise mission.”
Pepper cut in, pulling him away. I mouth a thank you and push the door open with my hip, slipping into my car and clicking my seatbelt into place. I start the engine and drop the papers in the back. My phone starts to vibrate and I catch it before it falls off the seat. It’s an unfamiliar number, but against instinct I answer it anyway.
“Hello?”
“I need you to come get me. Corner of fifth in ten.”
“Bucky?!”
“Hurry!” The line went dead and I hit the gas, knowing he had gotten into trouble. As I was driving down fifth towards the intersection, a black motorcycle pulled up beside me, yanking the door open and hopping in.

“Bucky! What the hell?!” I yell, speeding up. I glance in the rear view mirror and see black cars behind us, there’s a gun held out the window, ready to shoot. I focus back on the road when I realize the gunman is my old colleague. He was revealed as Hydra when SHEILD crashed a long while back. One of the bullets shot through the back windshield and we both ducked. I took some random turns and eventually we lost them. We pulled up to my building and got out. The silence in the elevator was deadly.
“Why were you out?” I question softly. When he doesn’t answer, I almost ask again, thinking he didn’t hear me.

“I wanted to go down to the museum.” I open my mouth to ask why, but close it a second later. I slip the key into the door and collapse onto the couch leaving Buck to close and lock the door. He sat down next to me on the couch, I lay down, resting my head in his lap, letting him play with my hair.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone would recognize me. Especially since you cut me hair yesterday.” He said quietly, dropping the braid he made to point to his now short hair.
“It’s fine, Snowflake. I work for SHIELD, I’ve been in plenty of car chases. Speaking of SHEILD, do you want to see Steve?” He flinches at the familiar name, but it was barely noticeable.

“I don’t think I’m ready to see Steve yet, maybe soon, but not yet. What? Am I not good enough for you? You’re trying to get rid of me already?” He questions trying to lighten to mood. I laugh lightly and slide my tongue across my bottom lip.
“Of course not, I love having you here. You’re a lot of fun for a 97-year-old.” I said sitting up and smirk. He smirked back and pushed me over, climbing on top of me and tickling me.

“For a 97-year-old? I’m a fun person in general and you know it. I’m not stopping until you admit it!” He laughed along with me.
“Old man.” I managed to choke out between breaths. He got closer to me and kept tickling me, straddling my hips so I couldn’t move.

“What was that? Bucky’s the most fun person you know?”
“Fine. fiNE ALRIGHT! you’re the most fun person I know!” I yell, practically begging him to stop. He stops moving his hands and looks at me, obviously satisfied. I finally notice how close we are and my eyes dart to the soldier’s lips. He’s obviously is thinking the same thing as I am because he licks his lips and drops his head down to connect his lips with my own. One of the hands he was using to hold my arms down dropped down to my waist. I take my free hand and bring it up to his face trying to bring him closer, if it were physically possible. I smirk against his mouth, realizing this is his first kiss since the 40s.

He uses that as an excuse to slip his tongue into my mouth. 70 years and he’s still great at it. I took my hand from his face and let it find its way down to the bottom of his shirt, he pulled away slightly to help me pull it off, but his lips were back on mine almost as quickly as they had left. Our lips moved in sync. Bucky struggled to undo the buttons on his pants with one hand, so I helped him, undoing my button as well. I pushed down on the waist band and kicked my jeans off, letting them fall to the floor next to the couch. Bucky stood up, pulling me with him. He pulled off my shirt and pushed me to the wall. His hands instinctively went to my thighs as a signal to jump, so I did. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he nibbled on my neck, carrying us both up the stairs. When he let us both fall onto my bed, I flipped us over so that I was on top.

“Oh, we’re going to fight for position, are we?” Bucky said, with his famous lopsided grin. I brought his mouth back to mine. He let his hands wander up my back, un-clipping my bra with ease. He flipped us back over and buried his head in my neck, nibbling on my collarbone. He trailed light kisses down my neck, pausing at my chest. His hands were massaging my breasts as he trailed farther down. He stopped at my waist and stood up, pushing his jeans down and kicking them off. I sat up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him back down. Our lips locked again and Bucky lightly tugged on the waistband of my underwear, asking for permission.

“Are you sure you wanna do this Buck, you’ve only known me for two days, a-and well, it’s been quite a long time since your last time.” Our eyes locked, blue meeting green.
“Grace, this may sound weird, but I’ve been watching you for a while, making sure you were someone I could trust. And I trust you. And you’re obviously willing, seeing as you took your pants off for me.” He smirked and I nodded, smiling as well. He went back to nibbling on my neck, and I pulled a condom from the nightstand drawer. I pushed down his boxers, and then my own underwear. He slipped his metal fingers inside me and I gasped, arching my back. He was watching me, enjoying the effect he had on me, it meant he was doing something right. He was still only inches away from my face, smiling as I moaned. He pulled away his hand and let them both rest on my hips, I pulled his face back down and nibbled on his bottom lip. He stuck his tongue in ny mouth and let it explore every inch.

×××

We were both breathing heavily when he pulled away and I cuddled into him. He froze, after a few seconds he wrapped his arm around me and tilted my head up to kiss me.

“Does this mean you’ll stay, at least for a little while?” I questioned, almost too quietly to hear. He paused and I almost thought he wouldn’t answer.
“I don’t want to hurt you. Its been a while, but I still don’t trust myself. I let my guard down around you and I was worried sick that I would snap back into soldier mode somehow, plus hasn’t anyone ever told you s'not safe to hide a highly trained assassin in your home?” He responded, lightening the mood.

“Well, Sergeant Barnes-” his eyes met mine immediately and he froze. “-will you give me the honor of risking my job and my clean record by courting and hiding a wanted assassin?”
“It’d be my pleasure.”
I smiled and cuddled into him farther.

“Wait, isn’t it the man’s job to court the lady? I’m supposed to 'woo’ you… Apparently I’m being wooed.” He looked adorably confused. I laughed and slammed my lips onto his, shutting him up immediately.
“Ready for round two?” He questioned with the signature Bucky Barnes smirk that I had come to love

*Bucky’s POV*

I watched her sleeping in my arms and the urge to protect her washed over me. It scared me how easily I fell for her. I mean, thanks to her files, I knew more about her than she probably did. I knew there was nothing to worry about. I was still hesitant, but I can’t keep hiding forever. Its been years since I got out. I can’t keep hiding in my past, or I’ll never get better. After 'round two’ we were both exhausted and she fell asleep almost immediately. Now, she was resting in my arms and I felt safe. I wrapped my arm tighter around her torso and tucked her head under my chin. I fell asleep with one thought on my mind.

How did I find such a girl?

@magellan-88

ART SUGGESTIONS CLOSED (for real lol)

I am keeping asks open, but PLEASE don’t send me anymore art requests for now, I have so many and I’m getting overwhelmed…I love drawing stuff for you all but I must take a break until my inbox messages are at a manageable level…

Any requests I fill are backed up inbox stuff, nothing new.

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  • “Wow. I definitely did not see that one backfiring.”
  • “Help me get this mini fridge past the security guard.”
  • “Yeah, I’ve been there my friend.”
  • “This doesn’t make me like you any better.”
  • “Well, with a regular (person), it’s bad. With (Name) – Oh, dear God!”
  • “We will give you ten dollars.”
  • “Wow, you’re good! After this, we should solve crimes.”
  • “I am better than great, I’m good.”
  • “I like being on my own, I’m, uh, better off this way. I’m a lone wolf. Y'know, a loner. Alone… All alone. Forever. What’s a wolf gotta do to get a hug around here?!”
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  • ‘Okay, I’ll give you one chance to change my mind. You got one minute.”
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anonymous asked:

Oh, my gosh! That was awesome! I absolutely love the headcannon that Chara's still connected to Frisk after the Pacifist run! There needs to be more of that in the fandom! Seriously, great video, Mel!

SQUISHES MY CHEEKS THANK YOU SO MUCH

i have about. eighteen more animatic ideas and only one of them is anywhere near as happy as this one oops

*slaps a gradient map and flat bg on bc im trash*

I like to think cowchild McCree had the temper of an actual volcano and would often get his ass beat for the dumbest stuff. Like pulling a gun out on someone he thought ate the last hot wing. 

No???? I didn’t  completely base this drawing on that scene in my head no way pfff ofc not 

senpailover666  asked:

I don't understand why people always say "oh children can't do this, children can't do that," no. Just no. I literally found out I was a pansexual demigirl BEFORE the age of 13... Technically a CHILD. So... ALL YOU PEOPLE, STOP SAYING CHILDREN CANT DO THAT, CHILDREN CAN DAMMIT. SO STOP ISING THAT AS AN EXCISE. JERKS. Sorry, I always get really defensive with this kind of stuff

Speaking as a bisexual myself, I remember talking to my female friend when I was five years old and being like “We’re best friends so we should get married. It’ll be cool. All I gotta do is wear a mustache to trick the pastor and then we can adopt a bunch of ponies.” And she was like “Ok as long as I get to wear a pretty dress”

Along the way I got kinda confused because you know how society is and I mean, I liked boys too so I thought I was straight for a long while. It wasn’t until after high school that I really looked back at my life and was like “Wait…….but….. I would totally marry Cassandra Pentaghast. Or Undyne. Or Sailor Uranus. Or a number of other princely women.”

My kid self knew what was up.

-TQ

thecountessphantomhive  asked:

Can you draw A2, please?? owo. I love you drawings! :3. (I don't speak english, sorry if it is misspelled ;-;)

last one for today e.e gotta do lots of stuff!!

also thanks and don’t worry enlglish ain’t my first language either so I get ya xD

im sorry guys about the lack of art and inactivity. The truth is that they’re actually becoming hard to draw nowadays. So i gotta practice a bit more and try and redesign em a lil more to get a better grasp on drawing them. Remember its also gotta be fun for me to draw em. 

So no sexy wraith or trapper for you thirsty thots at the back until I get my shit together

When you get into an accident

Words: 1587

Angstish? AND Fluff at the end, you gotta stick around for the good stuff everyone

Not requested

i think this boy has become my bias wrecker, have mercy on me and my bias list pretty please????? and idk if this is good but i really wanted to write something like this, ok? ><


Originally posted by grandpamj


“Half an hour,” you said to the person who you were speaking with on the phone while riding the bus home. “Why are you so impatient all of a sudden?”

“I just want to see you,” he – who was none other than your boyfriend, Jinwoo – whined. “It’s been such a long time since we last saw…”

“True,” you smiled a little at the thought of seeing him for the first time in weeks. You had both been busy with your lives so you hadn’t had any time for each other. Now however, you both had time so you had agreed to hang out.

“Did you miss me?” he asked the same question he had been asking you for a few days already.

“Mm hmm,” you hummed. “I cried myself to sleep every night, thinking about you,” you joked.

“Yeah, me too,” he sighed dramatically, making you chuckle. “I want to see your smile,” he whined, hearing your chuckles.

“You’ll see my marvelous face soon enough Jinwoo,” you said.

“Can’t wait!” he exclaimed and you two hung up after saying good bye.

You had missed him a lot – not enough to cry yourself to sleep every night – but hell, you had missed him. It’s not like you two hadn’t texted or called each other, but seeing him in person was so much different and so much more meaningful.

You checked the clock after a bit. Ten minutes had passed. Why can’t time move faster?

To avoid getting frustrated by the fact that it was taking a forever for the bus to reach your stop, you looked out of the window to your right. It was raining quite hard. You didn’t really mind it since the walk from your bus stop to your apartment building was less than 100 meters. Also, the thought of seeing Jinwoo pushed away any negative thoughts you had.

Before you could even register what was going on, a truck hit the bus from your side of the car. The bus shook and people on it were all confused about what had just happened. For a few seconds, it was quiet in the bus. It was like time had stopped right then and there. Everyone was frozen and just stared at the truck that had hit the bus with quite the force. The bus driver opened the doors that were still working and everyone practically ran out in to the rain. You took a little longer to stand up and go out.

People were running around, checking if everyone was okay. The truck’s driver and the bus driver were talking. The truck’s driver had a little blood on his temple, but he seemed fine otherwise.

You felt a lump in your throat and it was only growing bigger every second. The accident wasn’t big but is sure gave you a shock.


About twenty minutes later you were still standing in the same spot. You hadn’t moved even though a few ambulances had arrived and everyone was walking around the scene. You just stood there, going through the situation in your mind over and over again. No one had gotten serious injuries but it had still been scary. What if the truck had been driving just a little faster? What if it had created a huge accident? What if people actually got hurt, you included?

I can’t breathe… I can’t… Oh my god…

The scene in front of your eyes made gasp for air. It was like your trachea had suddenly become a lot narrower. Your breathing was fast and irregular and it pained your throat. Your mind was a mess, the scene in front of your eyes – and the trouble you had breathing – was making you dizzy and all the flickering lights around you made you want to pass out.

“Miss?” you felt a hand land of your shoulder. You turned around, still gasping for air. “Are you okay?” an unfamiliar man asked you.

You were in your senses enough to tell that he was a man from one of the few ambulances that had arrived at the scene. You were shaking too much to answer the man’s question.

“You are soaking wet,” he pointed out and you looked down at your clothes and discovered that you were, indeed, soaking wet. “You’ll catch a cold if you stay here, please follow me.”

You followed the man. Your knees felt weak and you felt like you could fall at any second. Before you could fall, you reached the ambulance the man led you to. He made you sit inside, gave you a big towel and checked your condition.

“Did you hit your head?” he asked.

You shook your head. “I don’t think so…” you mumbled while shaking uncontrollably.

He made sure you were okay before leaving to check on other people. Another man gave you a bottle of water. You didn’t feel like drinking so you just held onto it while sitting in the ambulance. Your mind was blank at this point. Was this just a dream? You looked outside from the opened doors and saw people walking past the ambulance. The bus and the truck were still there, in the same position. The two drivers were talking with a few police officers on the side of the road.

“Excuse me?” you lifted your head, hearing a voice. “Is this by any chance yours?” a woman who was holding your phone asked.

You nodded and she gave it to you. “Thank you, I didn’t even notice it was missing.”

She smiled and came in to the ambulance. She sat down opposite you but you didn’t even notice because you were looking at your phone.

“I found it in the bus,” the woman said. “It was ringing a few minutes ago.”

You looked at her before opening your phone. You had five missed calls, all from the same person. Jinwoo. Seeing his name brought back the lump that had almost disappeared.

“Are you feeling okay?” the woman asked when you took a shaky long breath.

You couldn’t answer. You missed him so much at that moment that it hurt. Just the thought of seeing him was enough to make you feel like crying. The shock that was given to you by the accident half an hour ago was showing its aftereffects.

“Is there a woman named _____ here?” someone asked and you looked at who it was. It was the same man that had brought you to the ambulance.

“Yes,” you answered, wondering why he was looking for you.

He didn’t say anything but instead turned around. “She is here!” he yelled.

It didn’t take long before someone ran over to the ambulance. You got up when you saw him.

“Thank god,” Jinwoo stopped at the doors of the ambulance and panted while looking at you.

The lump in your throat grew even bigger. You got up and walked over to him even though your knees still felt weak.

He looked at you and stepped in to the car. And there he was. Standing right in front of you.

“Are you okay?” he asked and put his hand on your cheek.

A tear fell to your cheek when you looked at him, who was still panting slightly and was wet from the rain. When he saw your eyes fill with tears, he pulled you in to a tight, comforting hug. You cried for quite a bit but he didn’t let go once and let you cry your heart out.

“Were you shocked?” he asked with a warm voice right next to your ear.

You nodded a bit while sobbing. He petted your damp hair gently. “It’s okay now,” he said with a soothing voice and kissed the top of your head.


“Thanks,” you said, leaning on to Jinwoo. You two were sitting on the couch of your apartment. You two had changed into more comfortable and above all, dry, clothes. He told you about how he heard about the accident while waiting for you at your place and left immediately when he found out the bus you always took home had been a part of the accident.

“Hmm?” he hummed.

“For picking me up,” you said. You found comfort in his presence.

He pecked your temple. “It was the least I could do. I’m your boyfriend, aren’t I?”

“Yes you are,” you smiled a little and soon after yawned.

“It’s getting pretty late,” he said.

“Hmm,” you hummed.

“You yawned like thrice in the past five minutes ____,” he chuckled. “I think we should head to bed.”

“Hmm,” you hummed again, feeling sleepier by minute.

Jinwoo shut off the TV and you two moved in to your bedroom and went to bed. You lied close to each other, facing each other.

“_____,” he called your name softly.

“Yeah?” you asked, resting your head against his chest.

“I missed you,” he said, making you lift your head and look up at him. He was looking at you.

“I missed you too,” you smiled a little.

You could see him smile too and he kissed you in the dark.

“Jinwoo,” this time you called his name.

“_____,” he looked at you.

“I love you,” you said and buried your face in his soft shirt that was covering his chest.

“Same,” he whispered.

“You love yourself?” you asked.

“Obviously,” he said, making you smile in amusement. “Who wouldn’t love me? But guess what?”

“What?” you didn’t lift your head and instead inhaled his familiar, comforting scent.

“I love you more.”

8

YMATA Alphabet: A

Ariel Conroy

“Have you chosen me, God? Am I your vessel? Is it even God I’m speaking to, or the other guy? Well, whatever. Get me out of this, I’m all yours. You want me to go Old Testament, I’ll go Old Testament.”

Just a heads up, since I sorta want a fresh start with drawing Homestuck n stuff, I’m making a new account blog soon, probs later today for me, but the url will probs be the same, I just gotta change this one so I can use it for my other one

Just a heads up!!

Update!

Sup dudes! So today I finished writing my lab report, and my Easter exams are over! So I now have about a month until I have my next set of exams, so I’ll have time (inbetween hardcore revision) to work on commissions and store stuff until then :’)

I made a redbubble account (it’s dovahbutt in case you wanna go find it now but there’s pretty much nothing uploaded soooo no official link yet :P). I gotta design a banner and clean up sticker designs so I’ll shout out when I get properly set up. Just wanted to let you guys know it’s officially in progress! :>

And some answers to messages are under the cut!

Keep reading

Wednesday To-Do

gotta stay on track my dudes (one more week!!!)

  • Take a much needed nap until 2:30-45
  • Work on 2nd animation for slang booklet (work in gallery??)
  • Continue to work on slang booklet layout
  • Dinner
  • ((TAKE EVERYTHING WITH YOU TO LAB PLEASE –paper, ink, paint (art box), thread, needle, etc., and scotcheroos :3 ))
  • Render animation
  • Finish booklet layout, including places for illustrations
  • Put in 3-5 illustrations (sketches at least??)
  • Print booklet; two-three spreads on good paper, rest on normal
  • Bind booklet
  • Work on finishing illustrations for booklet

hopefully I’ll get some sleep tonight :)

i-live-as-i-die  asked:

Artist ask! 4, 5, & 30!

4. Do you have a DeviantArt, personal website, or art blog?

i used to have a DeviantArt but didnt everyone used to have one??? tbh i need to check if its still up cause if it is i gotta find out how to log in and delete it cause it was from when i was like 12 and all the stuff there is bad

other than that??? no i dont i never really thought anyone would care so i just kinda post my stuff from time to time and otherwise keep it to myself. ive thought about it plenty of times but ive never actually done anything about it


5. What’s your favorite thing to draw?

uuuhhhasdnfjkngj idk???? that kinda changed a lot but i kinda like drawing hair??? but if were talking like subjects then recently ive liked doodling taako a lot because thats my guy

30. What inspires you to not just make art, but to be a better artist?

oh god uhh

the thought i might be able to make money off of it one day is one thing, because i enjoy making art and drawing and if one day that can be profitable to me you bet your ass im going to do my damnedest to improve upon it so i can find my abilities satisfactory enough to make money from it.

but also looking at art that i believe to be superior to my own (which is… most art). especially digital art. and its not out of spite or anything its just because this persons art in incredible and theres always that thought of like “oh you suck compared to them” but theres also the idea that if i try i can be as good as them one day and i can have the skill level to be able to make digital art or just art that is equal in skill to theirs. its an oddly optimistic thought, since im naturally an extremely pessimistic person, so its always nice to think about. i keep trying but my art has looked the same for like two years now so im scared itll never get better but if i stop trying its gonna stay this way or get even worse so i gotta just keep pushing through even if i dont like what my results are right now

but yea that probably seems slightly cliche whoops

ok but the part in winter soldier where Sam is like “we gotta break into Fort Meade and go through all this stuff to get my falcon suit” and Steve looks over at Natasha for confirmation like “babe??? can you do this?” and she just shrugs like “hell yeah I can” so Steve turns back to Sam and nods and is like “yeah my bro/pal/gal says it’s chill” is my FaveTM