the artist who saw through time

I Love You || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by diytae


AN: I’m really being serious about this one guys. So much so that I’m putting the authors note here instead of at the end like usual. This imagine is not meant for people who are easily upset and it’s not meant to hurt anyone, it’s purely for the reader who requested it. If you do not feel comfortable with the above mentioned themes please let me know and I can make another version for everyone. 

Word Count: 1.6K

Genre: Angst 

Jungkookie, I’m so excited for you! You’re going on tour and you’re going to have so much fun. Make sure you blow all of your fans kisses and give all of them love. Without them you wouldn’t have made it this far so remember to be grateful. Anyways, I love you. Be safe!

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BTS REACTS TO: Accidentally hurting their s/o’s feelings

Anon Asked: Hello!! Can I request for a bts reaction to accidentally hurting their gf’s feelings? Thank you lovely❤️

I’m taking the more unpopular route. This isn’t gonna be some angsty shit where their s/o is like… crying or whatever. I just think the dramatic “i hate you [y/n]” and [y/n] like… erupts into a depressive fit is so overplayed and it’s not at all relatable - or realistic for that matter. (no offense to other reaction blogs i love y’all. this is all T no shade)

ANYWAYS, I’m switching “gf” to “s/o” because I want this to be inclusive for everyone. Gender Neutrality is encouraged, guys. Please keep it as neutral as your request can possibly get. - Admin Dayna


What Happened

You finally cracked the login to your old Facebook account and thought it would be funny to show Jin your pre-glo up selfies. You know… the ones with the myspace edits. It was fun and all. Seokjin for the most part had trouble believing it was you in the pictures he was seeing. You’d cringe, but he was just floored with laughter - you couldn’t help but laugh with him, too. It was contagious. 

At some point, you scrolled onto a group picture of yourself and some friends. Jin - still having trouble putting the person in the pictures together with you - pointed at you specifcally in the group picture.

“[y/n]! You thought you looked bad back then? Look at this person!”

*insert your reaction here*

*insert Jin’s reaction here* “Is that you?!”

Your Reaction

Originally posted by ba1n3s


Originally posted by apgujeon


What Happened?

For the first time in a long while, Yoongi had enough free time on his hands to do something with you. Usually, the two of you stuck around at home and spent the little time with one another under a blanket drifting off during what was supposed to be a movie night. However, Yoongi was feeling a lot more upbeat than usual, and had suggested a night out. Restaurant reservations were made hours ahead of time. Yoongi was already dressed up, and you were putting the finishing touches to your look. 

At the time he was trying to be slick, making side comments about how long it was taking you to get dressed. You, for the most part, either ignored him completely, or made smartass clap backs when the occasion arises. 

However, when you were actually done getting dressed, Yoongi made a comment that got under your skin. 

“All this time, [y/n] and your hair isn’t even done.”

*insert your reaction here* 

”My hair was the first thing I did.”

“insert Yoongi’s reaction here*

Your Reaction

Originally posted by natforprez


Originally posted by beui


What Happened

Lately, you’ve been incredibly tired. Construction was going on just across the street from you, waking you up in wee hours of the morning. You’ve been pulling all nighters and crashing on coffee just to study for upcoming exams. You’ve been looking forward to the return of Hobi - you thought seeing your boyfriend for the first time in months would be a great stress relief. But it seems your irritability was much stronger than how happy you were to see him.

Hoseok studied your face after covering it with greeting smooches.

“Jagiya~! Why do you look like this?”

“Like what?”

“The bags under your eyes are so heavy! And your face is swollen - have you been sleeping well? You look tired!”

*insert your reaction here*

“… What? Aww, don’t look at me like that…”

*insert his reaction here*

Your Reaction

Originally posted by plasticbagbarbie


Originally posted by jhope-shi


What Happened

Casual conversations were being held. Nothing really extreme. Music was playing through his speakers within his office. You had his cell in hand, scrolling through his spotify music and playlists. You’d spark conversation about an artist and Namjoon would respond with ease. It was just a regular degular schmegular chit chat between a music-loving couple. 

It was cool and all, until Namjoon made a totally uncalled for comment, which he then tries to justify after so clearly disappointing you.

“I just think [music artist here]’s music is super shitty.”


“- people who actually enjoy listening to their music must have lost so many brain cells in the process.”

*@ me next time, Joonie.”

*insert Namjoon’s reaction here* 

“I mean - like, no - I wasn’t bashing you - or them - I just don’t, you know -”

*your reaction here* 

Your Reaction

Originally posted by samisoffthewall


Originally posted by yoongichii


What Happened

You saw an outfit on one of your celebrity crushes and was tempted to try the look out on yourself. You dug through your closet, picking out items closest to what they were wearing and found that it just didn’t look all that flattering on yourself as you would hope. 

Jimin walked in, catching you looking yourself over in the mirror but didn’t bother asking you what was the matter. Oblivious to your predicament, Jimin sat down at the edge of the bed, texting the boys while you tried to piece together an outfit that just didn’t seem to be meant for you as it had for your celebrity crush.

“Some dreams just weren’t meant to come true.”

“Did you try cooking something new again?”

*insert your reaction here*

“Park Jimin!”

“I - I didn’t even mean it like that, Jagi!”

*insert his reaction here*

Your Reaction

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs


Originally posted by daeguboy


What Happened

You managed to sneak into the hotel room he was sharing with Jimin at the time, and spent the night with the both of them. Jimin had gotten his hand on some lollipops that all three of you had been sucking on while watching some KDrama on TaeTae’s iPad. There were a few scenes that came up that sparked conversation between you and the boys. It wasn’t so much a debate, but just sharing opinions on what is going on and bound to happen next.

As you were explaining your opinion, Jimin’s lollipop had fallen out his mouth causing the three of you to - only naturally - erupt into laughter as the little mochi became flustered. You had been laughing so hard, you accidentally let out a snort, that Taehyung wOULD NOT LET SLIDE.

TaeTae started making pig noises, imitating the snort - switching the humiliation from Jimin to you. You could take a joke, but it was pushing a little too far for your comfort.

“It’s almost like we’re in an animal farm.”

“Really TaeTae?”

“Oink, oink!”

*your reaction here* 

“I’ll just go then, right?”

“Wait, Jagi, don’t leave! I’m sorry! You’re the cutest pig ever!”

*his reaction here*

Your Reaction

Originally posted by ba1n3s


Originally posted by sgfgdolans


What Happened

You’ve been putting off clearing out your now overbearing closet. Eventually you got around to it. Pulling out clothes that you no longer liked and trying on the stuff you liked but weren’t too sure would fit anymore. Jungkook sat the the edge of the bed not being much of any help. He watched you, eating a bag of chips, making comments that you never really asked for but weren’t really against. 

Somewhere in the horrendous depths of your closet, you found a pair of your favorite jeans you swore had ran away a couple weeks ago. You quickly strip down of your bottoms and slip on the jeans, but found yourself struggling to get it over your butt. 

“No! They’re too small now, Kookie!”

“That’s funny. I thought you were trying to lose the weight.”

*insert your reaction here*

*insert Jungkook’s reaction*

“That came out completely wrong…”

Your Reaction

Originally posted by crimm-son


Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung


[Zelo gets tattooed]
Rated: Mature

You sighed heavily turning the page of your book. You’d been bored out of your mind lately. A lack of motivation and inspiration was going to be the death of you. It was like you wanted to tattoo, but you just couldn’t find the right client.

You needed a new muse.

Sleepy walked up the narrow staircase holding a bag of from your favorite street cart. “Hey, I brought ya somethin~”

“Oppa!” you grinned seeing your older brother make his way inside “You can be amazing when you wanna be” you chimed reaching out for the bag. “Gimmie”

“Ah- say please” he held the bag just out of reach.

“Yah, Sleepy-Oppa! Give me my food you tree”

“Alright here” he set the plate of tteokbokki in your hand. “You really should consider eating something other than tteokbokki”

“Give me one good reason why?” you pouted, shoving the skewer in your mouth. “If you’ve already found perfection, why seek anything else?”

He groaned, raking a hand through his hair. “Why are you like this?” He made himself at home, flopping down on the tattoo bench, and resting his arms behind his head. “Where is everybody anyway?”

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BTS Reaction - Their GF is a kpop album collector

~anon: hello i saw that reactions are still open – but if they aren’t please feel free to just delete this. how would bts react to their s/o being a kpop album collector? they walk into their room and just see a bunch of albums and posters all over the place? thank you :)~


It’d be really shocked when you showed him your collection but he would think it was really interesting and would want to check out as many of them as possible.

“Oh my gosh, you have all of their albums?!”

Originally posted by bwiseoks


“How much did this cost you?”

I can see him being concerned over how much money you spent on your collection but he would be checking which ones you have and don’t have so he could buy you the ones you didn’t as a gift.

Originally posted by bangtan


He would want to have a dance party as soon as he saw the collection. He would find his favorite female artist and compete with you in a girl group dance-off.

“Let’s see who the real queen of girl groups is!”

Originally posted by kimthwriter

Rap Monster:

He thought you were kidding when you told him how many you owned.

“100? Really?”

He would like looking through them and would spend a lot of time memorizing which ones you had.

Originally posted by rapnamu


He would be really shocked seeing your collection for the first time but he would also think it was endearing.

“You’re so cute!”

Originally posted by itschiminie


Like Suga, he would be concerned over how much money you spent on these albums but would quickly put his favorite into a player and dance with you.

“Let’s have a dance party right now!”

Originally posted by aquaporis


Honestly shook when he sees your collection. He would look through his favorite artist albums with you and play them with you.

“Do you have Big Bang?”

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

This one is for @lyrics-to-my-seoul​. It literally has been at least three to four years, but I promised I would do every single request, and here it is~ I admit, I was a little stumped for a while and so I hope you do like what I ended up with! Hope you are doing well. Also have fun in Korea when you go!

Warning: Explicit Content 

           “I’m sorry, come again?”

           “I actually sort of hate it.”

           Yongguk gave you an incredulous look as he carefully pressed the saran wrap around his chest. There was a moment of silence as you looked at the red inflammation that rose along the etched words on his skin. It was classic Yongguk, but you hated how it took up such a large part of his body, hated how it seemed to mar what was once clear and beautiful.

           “Do I even want to know why?” His voice was low, and even though he was turned away from you, you knew he was hurt. Yongguk was never one to be apologetic about his actions or his thoughts, but you also knew that your opinions mattered a lot to him.

           “Maybe.” As a couple, you made it a rule to never mince words, or to lie for the sake of the other’s blissful ignorance.

           “Then tell me why.”

           Truthfully, you had two reasons. One was more legitimate than the other, but it was the second one that was your initial reaction. “I don’t like thinking that you still have to hide behind something. I know how deeply you feel about your art, and how it has taken a toll on you, but I wanted you to be comfortable being yourself, and not the person everyone on the outside want you to be.”

           Yongguk had suffered from severe depression and there were marks all over his body from his past. Every time he got a new tattoo, it was to cover one of them. At first, you were okay because they were small, just tiny patches of art that could make his painful history a little more beautiful. But this time, the angry words imprinted across his chest seemed more like a statement than anything, and you were scared that he was using it as a defense mechanism against the angry burn mark on his heart.

           He looked at you and his lips parted. There was a pained expression on his face, and it was obvious he didn’t think your objection was anything beyond superficial. He picked up your hand and kissed the top of it. “My love. I’m done trying to hide from who I am, who I was. This was supposed to be a celebration of that. I had spent the better half of my life rebelling against convention and getting spurned for it. This is my declaration, my revolution that regardless, I would just be myself.” He touched the transparent cover and smiled softly. “This isn’t some pretty picture or some angry words. This is me embracing my story.”

           Relief flooded you and then you wrinkled your nose. “There is a second reason, and this one is less noble than the first.”

           Yongguk chuckled. “Is it because you think it’s ugly?”

           You rolled your words around carefully in your mouth. “Not necessarily ugly, but just so in your face.”

           He gave you a serious look. “In your face?” he repeated. You stilled, waiting for more of a reaction. Was he angry? Was he annoyed? Was he upset? Yongguk shrugged. “Well, I guess there isn’t much I can do about that.”

           This final reaction left you completely nonplussed. It was too blasé, too nonchalant. Bang Yongguk, what in the world were you up to?

           It took you a couple of days of careful observations to figure out just what exactly your boyfriend had in mind. He underwent a wardrobe change despite it being hot as hell. “Really, Yongguk? A turtleneck in the summer?”

           “I work in a place with plenty of air conditioning, thank you very much,” was his terse reply. It became exceedingly obvious to you that he was now excessively covering himself up so you could not see his tattoo… or his chest.

           “We’re at home. Surely you can change to something more comfortable.”

           He pursed his lips as if deep in thought. “You’re right.” When he reappeared, he was wearing a high collared T-shirt. “Better?”

           You let out a tiny growl of impatience but suppressed any words. Yes, it was technically your problem. You liked staring at the clear expanse of his chest and collarbones, and could not mentally get past the black ink that now marred it. Now that the inflammation has settled, the tattoo no longer looked as abrasive, and from the occasional stolen glances, it was actually quite attractive. But your pride prevented you from outright admitting that, of course. Bang Yongguk would have a field day. So you bit down on your tongue and waited for him to make the first move.

           The turtlenecks and high collars continued through the hot summer for a good few weeks. “Are you not burning?” You glanced at him.

It was the hottest day of the summer so far and Yongguk had on a shirt whose collar went all the way up to the base of his neck. Your boyfriend hummed and ignored your question. You saw a trickle of sweat trail its way down the back of neck, however, and you tiptoed to lick it away.

           He jumped a little at the sensual movement and when you landed back on your heels, saw the ghost of a smirk around the edge of his lips. “But you think my tattoo is too… in your face. I’m merely sacrificing myself to heat stroke so as to not offend your eyes.”

           “Bang Yongguk. Don’t you dare try to guilt trip me into anything.” But it was too late. The damage was done. He knew full well that you were moving onto the phase of acceptance, if not even appreciation. But he was also one who liked to play with his food before he ate it. So Yongguk kept the gloating to himself, and gave you a few days of false security.

           As drastically as he started changing into high necks, he began to slowly come back to V-necks, and button downs, with the first few buttons completely undone. Each day was like a slow elevator strip tease as more and more of his tattoos and his chest came into view. Despite the significant more skin he was showing, he still didn’t touch you. In fact, it has been at least a good month since the two of you have kisses, much less had sex.

           It took one particularly bad day and an outfit that consisted of a low, low cut black shirt with a tie thrown haphazardly around his neck. You came home, already irritated, and seeing him sitting all calm and prim in his not at all innocent outfit made you lose all restraint. His ego can be stroked, and your pride be damned.

           “Take it off,” you snarled.

           Yongguk  blinked, completely taken aback. “Take what off?”

           You walked up to him and tugged not so gently on the silk fabric. “This. And this,” you yanked on his blazer. “All of it.”

           A lazy grin started to grow on his face as he obeyed. “Missed me?” The question was uttered softly and almost washed away your ardent desire into something more gentle. Almost.

           You gave him a lopsided smile and tiptoed so that you can give him a hard kiss. “Carry me.”    

           The moment your back hit the bed, however, you pulled Yongguk on top of you and started to make marks down his neck. He balanced himself on his forearms, trying to keep as much distance between you two but the low moans by your ear was satisfaction enough. You loved watching the red blooms sprout on his skin.

           “I thought you didn’t like markings on me?” He asked, amused.

           “I only said I didn’t like things covering your chest.” You mumbled, still distracted by how soft his earlobe was. You enjoyed time with Yongguk like this, with him lying between your legs and you playing with his body.  You bit down on a particularly sensitive spot and he shuddered.

           Taking advantage of the fact that he was still hovering over you, you slid down to kiss the outline of his tattoo. The words were written in an old-fashioned font and you curled your tongue over the elaborate decorations. He was trembling with both the effort of keeping himself up and the soft kisses. When you reached the scar that was now an artistic addition to ‘Revolucion’, you paused.

           “I decided it was time to make my past into a part of me too. I went through all that in order to be who I am. No more covering it up to make it not exist. I wanted to make my scars a part of the art.”

           You kissed the puckering skin before taking his nipple between your teeth. You saw his stomach clench. As frustrated as you were, you were having more fun taking it out on Yongguk and making him suffer as much as you had. You pushed him away higher as you fumbled with the clasp of his belt. The moment the leather strap was undone, you took his zipper between your teeth and pulled down.

           Yongguk rolled over, his arms giving out. He already had his hips up, giving you an easy time to get rid of his pants as well. You left his underwear, smiling as you saw the fabric tent upwards.

           You sat back on your heels and took off your shirt. When you peeked, you saw that Yongguk had his gaze fixed solely on you. His mouth was slightly open and he looked so vulnerable, with his hair in his eyes and his hands next to his body. His fingers curled, however, when your breasts came into view and you knew he was picturing them in his hands.

           You planted a kiss on his erection and slid up so that you were lined perfectly with him. You ached to feel Yongguk inside you but he had to be disciplined. You leaned forward and dragged your breasts against his chest. The sensitivity had you rolling your hips into his.

           “Can you say you didn’t miss me when you were pulling that stupid stunt?”

           He was still cheeky. “Well I had my friend, Mr. Right here.” He waved his right hand at you. You slapped his arm as you sucked on his collarbone.

           “I guess I’ll just leave you to Mr. Right then,” you snapped, preparing to get off him.

           His hands gripped your hips. “Please,” the plea came out in a hoarse whisper. Yongguk licked his lips and the desperation was clear in his eyes.

           Your hands went to your underwear and you let it drop down your thighs. “Watch me.” The command was unnecessary. As if he had ever stopped looking at you. Your hands went between your legs and he watched as you touched yourself. The hand on your hips tightened. You raised your finger to his lips and watched him curl his tongue around the digit, sucking it clean.

           You made quick work of his boxers. Enough of the games. The look of pleasure on Yongguk’s face as he slipped inside you was orgasm inducing itself. As you moved on top of him, Yongguk cupped your breasts in his hands and brought his lips to them, biting and licking, abusing the already sensitive skin.

           Yongguk tilted you over so the two of you were lying on your sides. You held onto his arms as he began to move faster. Your legs locked against his as the friction against your clit increased. The heady kisses you shared didn’t help. You cupped his face and allowed his open mouth to swallow your moans. You shuddered underneath him but Yongguk didn’t relent. Even when you tried to pull away, he pinned you down and peppered your face with kisses to distract you as he sought his own release.

           The two of you laid side by side, out of breath. The air was musky and you were still tingling from the release of pent up desires. Yongguk made the first move, sliding over to kiss the inside of your arm. “How was it?” His voice after sex always increased your heart rate. It was deep, low and a little raspy.

           “Let’s not do this again.”

           “What? That?” He sounded surprise.

           It took all your energy to turn and face him. “No. No more of this denial. I missed you too much.”

           A hint of the mischief was back. “Well I wasn’t the one with the aversion to new tattoos.”

           You rolled your eyes. He was never going to let you get away with it. “Fine. I like it. I think it’s quite sexy, actually, now that I look at it.”

           “Especially when it’s peeking out from a poorly buttoned dress shirt?”

           Enough was enough. You promptly rolled over so your back was facing him. “Go to sleep, Bang Yongguk. That’s enough of your inflated ego.”

           He pressed against you. “Hmm, I don’t think it’s just my ego that’s inflated.”

           As much as you enjoyed his stamina, you were tired. You let out a tiny groan. “You’re going to be the death of me.” But you smiled when he wrapped you in his arms, completely respecting your exhaustion.

           “Good night, love.”


I think, as a fandom we have crossed the line so many times that most of you are more amused by it than distraught but seriously, it has been enough.

Dandongs, one of the most amazing and talented nsfw artists of this site deleted. Why? Because someone (who has apologized already stop sending her hate jfc) thought it would be awesome to repost their art in the heyphillookatthis tag

Take a moment to imagine you as them, making art because you like it, you enjoy it and you don’t want the real Dan or Phil to look at it. You state it SEVERAL times but there’s always someone tagging them on it, submitting it when they ask for fanart for the book and lastly reuploading it to the tag they are going to check and watch them look at it




What’s this fandom anymore?

Phil opens a space for us to show him stuff and what’s in that tag?

Cringing edits. “Phan is real”. People with pretty much nothing to say. Selfies.

It’s so so fucking sad that amazing art (i saw someone who made an scale model of their apartment so lit), or people who really want to say thanks to them for helping them through dark times, or just funny stuff gets buried by this GARBAGE.

I said it. It’s fucking garbage. It gets fucking old, why do you tag him in your gross edits and say like “omg someone stop me” or “just take me away from the internet” I won’t even ask if you are all 12 yrs old, because that would be disrespectful to all those 12 yr old mature shippers WHO DONT DO THAT. You know they will saw it and be disturbed by it. It was funny the 20 first times now it isn’t anymore why won’t you just stop stealing space from people who DO want to show them nice things?

And don’t tell me that they want this, Phil practically took off the Draw Phil Naked because he got disturbed by it. Dan spent half of the video saying he was at his limit.

Stop it. It’s not funny anymore, to be rude to them, the gross edits, the “— fic”, to call Dan a rat, to send them disturbing stuff, to ask/tell them about phan.

You are driving them away

They are being rude back.

Tbh at this point i think the relationship between D&P and the phandom is so deteriorated that they shouldn’t make tumblr tag anymore.

I know they do it for our entretainment but if they are going to be hate like 90% of the things they do for them, be cringing edits or just a cute fanart of them and Dil as a family (which i think the rudeness towards that one was out of proportion) i don’t see the point. I suppose they are just so touchy towards anything shippy at this point that they’d rather be rude than have everyone saying like “omg they liked it!!! phan confirmed!!”

Just. Let’s grow up as a fandom.

Into You (3/?)

Summary- Finally time to face the red carpet again, you weren’t expecting it to quite so well.

AN- ok so that summary sucks but whatever! send in requests guys I love getting them, or just message me idc

Part Two


Originally posted by gounderoos


The past month had been insufferable. Tom seemed to be everywhere. Not giving you a chance to even breathe without another headline coming up about a project he was working on, or a instagram post going viral. But wherever you went, he wasn’t far behind so it seemed.

It had gotten to the point of you being so suffocated by him, that you’d actually find out if he was going to an event you were invited to before you decided to walk down the red carpet.

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saw a repost of that last touka art going around so reblogging the original instead

I don’t know where all these reposters are coming from lately- art, gifs, edits- but I’m so sick of going in the tag and having it literally half filled with stolen content :/

a few tips:

  • if you don’t recognise the person you’re reblogging a post from, take 2 seconds out of your day to go onto their blog and check if they’re legit. almost every single content maker will have their own tag- “my art”, “my edits”, “my gifs”, etc.- or something about being an artist or whatever in their description, while I have never come across a reposter who has the same. hey, you might even find someone new to follow at the same time!
  • go through their content- if they’re posting art, edits, etc. in vastly different styles then it’s most likely not theirs
  • if you see “credit to artist” its not theirs- I saw reposted touken art the other day that literally said that in the caption and it had over 900 notes smh
Latch #1 - [BTS] Everyone!Au

Prompt: “Do you believe in ghosts?”


There’s this street artist who draws portraits on your way to work. His attention to details, and his overall vibe is just so artistic. 

You know that feeling when you look at someone and you just know that he goes to sleep listening to classical music? Or take aesthetic pictures through his Polaroid camera? He is probably the kind to enjoy aimless strolls down an undiscovered lane full of dandelions, but that is just your assumptions on him. 

Every time you walked down from your offices’ building, you saw him on the curbs, setting up his tripod. Wearing oversized tops and a grey Beret, with khaki trousers and sandals, he was a view.

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vampire-crimson  asked:

i would like to join the hau defense squad please.... my son who is doing this to him...

SuMo Hau was literally the most pure character Pokemon ever produced. He was always friendly to everyone and laughed his way through even the worst situations. We only ever saw him distressed for a long period of time once, and it’s when Lillie (one of his best friends and implied crush) just decides to leave for Kanto without really warning Hau.

So whatever took that smile of his away in USUM will have to deal with us. 

(if it turns out it was just an artist drawing him gloomy in promo art, I’m still going to invite said artist out for a malasada and spend the whole time just glaring at them in stern disappointment.)

Cassandra: Didn’t mean to pry, but the sketches caught her eye. She looked around to ensure no one was looking, and silently flipped through the pages, taking in the artwork. She was in awe– she had no idea the Inquisitor was so talented. When she sees the sketch of her, she nearly drops the sketchbook in shock, covering her mouth to hold back a gasp. After staring for an inordinately long period of time, she giggles as though Varric had written her in a book. She beams and puts the book back, the Inquisitor none the wiser, though they wonder why Cassandra is so nice to them the next time they talk with her. If romanced: she’s looking through the sketchbook because her lover didn’t mind, and she practically squeals when she sees the picture of her. She eagerly thanks the Inquisitor with a kiss and asks to keep the drawing.

Feels dirty for looking through the sketchbook when the Herald isn’t looking, but he can’t help himself; the curiosity is overwhelming. He smiles to himself as he looks through the artwork, some of people, some of things, some of experiences. All were good, and it brightened his day. He nearly drops the book when he sees himself in it, with remarkable detail: even strands of the hair on his beard are present on the artwork. His heart swells, and he briefly considers asking the Inquisitor if he can keep the sketch, but elects to act like he hadn’t gone through it. He offers to buy the Inquisitor a drink later, though doesn’t say why. If romanced: Blackwall is almost moved to tears. He embraces his lover, and asks for the sketch. He has it framed.

Iron Bull: Skinner was the one who nabbed it, and the Chargers collectively hang over Bull as they look through the sketchbook. Each one of them had been sketched at least once, and they ooh and ahh over the detail and artwork. Bull grins, clearly enjoying the pictures of his men, but he gently gasps when he sees the drawing of him in the book. After staring for a moment, he chokes and covers his eye. “Are you crying, Chief?” Krem teases. When the Inquisitor shows up, he confesses to having looked through the sketchbook, and asks to have the sketches of him and the Chargers– he even offers coin in return. The Inquisitor refuses any payment and gives him the sketches, which he gets a wallet to put in. If romanced: “Aww, Kadan! You got the horns just right!” On the sketch is a dragon tooth necklace around the Bull’s neck. Bulls thanks the Inquisitor with a kiss (or more) and gets it framed.

Sera: Giggles with glee as she flips through the sketchbook, her opinion of the Inquisitor only rising higher as she found silly sketch after another. It was artful, but not so serious. She’s slightly jealous of the Inquisitor’s art skills, and enjoys looking through all the pictures. She stops for a second when she sees the lovingly drawn picture of her, and gawks. She finally grins and approaches the Inquisitor, hugging them in thanks without explaining why at first. When she finally shows them the sketchbook, the Inquisitor looks through it and finds little doodles around some of their work. “If you wanna erase it, you can. Just thought I’d return the favor.” Sera murmurs. She’s caught off-guard by the Herald hugging her. If romanced: Sera squeals in delight and tackles the Herald when she sees it, kissing them repeatedly. “You’re just so sweet!” she croons. A little while later, the Herald finds a sketch of herself tucked into the book, with a heart drawn around her. And a butt, which has an arrow with a heart tip pointing to it that says “Almost as nice as yours!”

Varric: Got to look through the sketchbook in exchange for letting the Inquisitor read a pre-release of his next book. He had seen the Inquisitor sketch in it many times before, and always wanted to look, and now was his chance. He takes his time, admiring each and every one of the pieces of art, and he’s taken aback when he sees the detailed sketch of him. He grins, thanks the Inquisitor, and asks to keep it. Later on, when his next book comes out, the drawing of him is what he chose as the author’s picture in the back of the back. The book is a bestseller, and he sends a free copy to the Inquisitor, who turns red in the face at seeing their art published everywhere, but they appreciate it.

Cole: Brings up the sketchbook in the way that he does. “Fingers stained colors as they dance over the pages, leaving more than marks, leaving people and experiences and life. Fingers flipping the paper, the pages alive and bright, I saw the one of me. It made me happy.” he says cheerfully. The Herald is a bit embarrassed, as all the others heard and now want to look through the sketchbook, but they let up. Cole is happy, and he voices it. “You like me. You like me enough to draw me, make me real on paper. You also make them happy. You helped.”

Vivienne: Had always been a bit curious about what was in the sketchbook she frequently saw the Inquisitor with. She didn’t know that it would be anything special, but her expectations are exceeded greatly by looking through them. She had no idea the Inquisitor was so artistically gifted; she fully meant to compliment them on the other sketches alone, but she stops short when she sees the drawing of her. Utterly flattered and impressed, she praises the Inquisitor and asks to keep the drawing. It’s later found in an expensive, detailed frame on her table, and she shows it to those who visit her. Later on, she suggests holding an artistic salon or a gallery, numerous times, to the Inquisitor.

Dorian: Is thrilled when he finally gets the chance to look through the sketchbook, and sits with a glass of wine, enjoying it, taking his time. He makes a mental note to give the Inquisitor his compliments– the artwork is outstanding. He stops short when he sees the picture of him, and blinks a few times, not sure if it’s actually there or if he’s drunk. He had, on a few occasions, teased the Inquisitor by looking over their shoulder and asking “Is that me?!” even if it obviously wasn’t. He didn’t think they’d actually ever draw him, and he’s a bit choked up to see it. When he talks to the Inquisitor later, he profusely thanks them and asks for the drawing. If romanced: “Amatus! Oh, it almost looks as good as the real thing!” he says after staring at the picture for a very long time. It takes a long time to sink in that his boyfriend loves him enough to draw such a lovingly-made drawing, and when it does, he’s almost moved to tears.

Solas: He looks through the artwork slowly, taking it in, admiring every detail. He talks with the Inquisitor about where, when, and what utensil was used to make the artwork, but he stops short when he sees the drawing of him. After gawking for a moment, he smiles brightly and thanks the Inquisitor, praising them on their talent. If romanced: he stares for much longer at it, and beams up at his vhenan. He takes the picture and kisses her, and then asks if she’d like to help him with his mural. She helps him from then on as they work together and finish the mural in the rotunda, and it looks lovelier than ever with both artists working. Following Trespasser, he sometimes takes the sketch out of his pocket and stares at it for a long time, blank-faced.

Josephine: Enjoys looking through the artwork, asking for several during her viewing to take and frame for visitors to see. Like Vivienne, she suggests trying to put on a salon or gallery to support the Inquisition, and garner more support. She was wryly asking if the Inquisitor would mind trying to teach her sister sometime when she found the drawing of her. She gasps, covering her mouth in surprise, as she takes in every detail. The ambassador blushes and thanks the Inquisitor, and compliments their artwork repeatedly. She’s still red in the cheeks for a long time after. If romanced: “Oh! Is this…?” It is, and she can’t help but giggle to herself like a schoolgirl as she looks over the art. She beams. “My love, this is… I have no words. Thank you!” She gets it framed and displays it on her desk. She’s exceedingly proud of it, and her lover.

Cullen: Didn’t ever have much of an interest in art, but he admires the work and the talent the Inquisitor put into their artwork. He smiles for once, enjoying looking through it all, but when he sees the sketch of him, he doesn’t know how to respond. He stares, jaw opening and closing a few times, before bashfully thanking the Inquisitor, and mentions how nice it is. If romanced: He smiles, looking at the Inquisitor lovingly. “It is drawn well, and it’s lovely, but not as lovely as you.” he says wryly. The Inquisitor giggles, and they kiss, sketchbook left behind on the desk, though Cullen hasn’t forgotten it. He never will, a fond sight, a fond memory. He likes to look through the book on a regular basis, though he always stops and looks a bit longer at the drawing of him.

Leliana: Admires the artwork, calmly and casually flipping through the pages, as if looking through a magazine. When she reaches the sketch of her, she stops and smiles, admiring all the little details, and the nugs drawn with her. She approaches the Inquisitor and asks to keep it, and any and all drawings with nugs in them. She also applauds their skill, and tells them to keep it up. Whether or not they realize it, some of the drawings provide details of places and things she hadn’t considered before.

The Florist and the Tattoo Artist

Prompt: This is from otpprompts: Person A works in a flower shop. Person B works in the tattoo shop next door and does all of Person A’s tattoos. (Bonus if person B has 0 tattoos and is a cinnamon roll type character.) with the reader as A and Bucky as B please by @natasha-baggins

A/N: I actually know next to nothing about the process of getting a tattoo? I think I was pretty vague, but if I got something wrong let me know so I can fix it.

Bucky looked up and smiled when he saw who had just entered his shop. Y/N worked next door and liked to come over to see the artwork he was working on. She had been when she first met him. He had no tattoos himself, but he was the best artist in the city. She hadn’t remarked on it, but he could tell at the time that he was not what she had expected to find when she had walked through the door.

Every once in awhile, he liked to head over to the store where she worked. Something about the atmosphere of the flower shop, whether it be the flowers themselves or the beautiful person arranging them, inspired a lot of his latest tattoos.

“Good morning, Bucky.” Y/N said with a bright smile. She carried a little bouquet of flowers. At least once a week, she restocked a little vase on the reception desk. She claimed it make the place look more friendly.

“Good morning, Doll.” Bucky said, putting his sketch aside. “How are you today?”

“I’m good. I was thinking about maybe getting a tattoo?” She said a little hesitantly.

“Really? What exactly were you thinking about getting?” He asked as he picked up a couple of his other sketchbooks and set them on the counter.

“Well.. I was kinda thinking of something small on my hand right now. I don’t want to get anything too big the first time.” Y/N explained as she traced the flowers on one of his drawings.

“First time? You planning on getting more than one?” Bucky asked, slightly surprised.

“Never know, Buck. I may decide I like them to much to just have one.” Y/N laughed.

“Fair enough. So do you have a specific idea of what you want?” Bucky said as he watched Y/N flip through the pages. She nodded and pulled out her phone. “I saw that little sketch you were doing the other day and I thought it was pretty.”

Bucky nodded and pulled out the drawing he thought she was talking about. It had more detail than she remembered, but it was her favorite flower and she loved the way Bucky had drawn it.

“That’s the one.” She said quietly as she watched him pick it out.

“Would you believe me if I told you I drew it for you?” Bucky said as he gathered what he would need.

Y/N smiled and nodded. “I figured as much.”

Bucky laughed and began to work. The pain wasn’t nearly as bad as Y/N had expected it to be. It wasn’t fun by any means, but it wasn’t the worst thing she had ever felt either.

When it was over, she quietly turned her wrist and looked at the tattoo. Bucky had done a wonderful job and she felt honored to have his art on her body.

“Do you like it?” He asked as he cleaned up his work station.

“I love it. Thank you so much.” Y/N said as she got up. “How much do I pay you?”

“Well, normally it would be about 300 hundred dollars, but I am going to let you take me to dinner instead.” Bucky said as he finished cleaning up.

“Bucky, you can’t give me a 300 hundred dollar tattoo for free.” Y/N said, shocked that he would even joke about such a thing.

“I’m not. You are going to take to dinner. Besides, you have given me at least 300 dollars worth of flowers over the past couple of months so we’ll call it even.” Bucky smiled at the surprise on her face.

Y/N shook her head and smiled. “Does Friday work for you? Around six?”

“Sounds good to me, doll.” Bucky said as he escorted her to the door.

Y/N leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “It’s a date then.”

Bucky blushed as he watched her walk back to her shop. Never had he been more thankful for tattoos.

anonymous asked:

Are you upset that you reply to their posts but they don't reply to yours or that they don't message you etc?

None of those, they are all really shallow options.

I’m frustrated because there are individuals I am genuinely invested in, in their character, journey as an artist (we are all artist here), overall well-being who take it for granted. I took the time to reach out to others, usually through things like messages and replies, just to later find out that they only saw their interaction with me as a way to help grow their audience, get a beefier reply section, etc.

I am mad, they wasted my time and energy that could have been spent else where doing other more meaningful things. But I was “just a really nice fan.” 

I try to be generous with my time, attention, even money and to have someone just push it back in my face because they felt they were entitled to it all. “Just be nice to her, she’s emotional and vulnerable, we can use that to our advantage, ya know?” like damn right I am bitter. Loyalty is valuable and people just through it away. I don’t owe you my attention or devotion.

The concept their is a living breathing person behind every account is so foreign to some. If you wouldn’t say it to my face in person, don’t say it here. 

College Weeb

Finally, I’m away from high school and in college. None of the weebs had went to the college I chose. Thank God. I was so excited my dudes. I’d be in COLLEGE art classes. I would finally not just be limited to 2 rooms, BUT A WHOLE BUILDING DEDICATED TO ART. I was very happy about it. The idea of having a whole semester dedicated towards just 1 area, such as painting, was just awesome to me. On top of they, they had offered course I’d never been able to take before, so more or less, I was super excited to learn new things. Also, I’d get to be around people who actually knew how to draw. Or so I thought.

I had a drawing 1 class and a Color Theory painting class. (I’m just gonna refer to it as Painting 1) So, my drawing class rolls around and I go on up there and sit on one of the bar stools which we’re in a circle. A girl is already sitting to the left of me, wearing a beanie and had various pins on her bag. I wanted to talk to someone, but like I’ve said before, I’m not the best at starting a conversation. Luckily (not so much now), she started talking, saying hi and the sort. The small group of us that had gathered started to talk about what year we all were and where we’re from. Weeb is just gonna be called Weeb cause I’m running out of initials. She was the one sitting to my left. She kept talking to me, and I didn’t mind as we talked about what we thought the class was going to be like and all that. Seemed nice enough. She asked me what I drew, I told her I was into fantasy type things and mythical creatures. She told me she like, yep, anime. Alright, that’s fine. I don’t mind if you doodle it on your free time and such, but I was positive that a person in college, going to be an art major, had their own style other than just anime. I figured she just used it for quick sketches, certain commissions, whatever. Our teacher came in, and honestly, I loved this professor. He was this small Asian man, kinda old, and was blunt as fuck. This is important for later. This teacher is very excited to see our work, and tells us he would love to see our sketchbooks. If we would like to bring them in, he’d love to check them out.

Now, I loved this idea, given that I had been working on large, detailed headshots of my characters, some fan art, and other things, and would love to hear his feedback right off the bat. I double check with him next class period, asking if he would mind if I brought mine in. He was very excited and told me he would love it. So, next time I had him, I brought my current sketchbook and my concept sketchbook, as usual. What I didn’t know was that, yeah, my teacher was going to talk to me about him, but he also wanted to show and talk to the class about it as well. I didn’t really mind, given that he asked first and everyone seemed really nice in this class. I said I didn’t mind and he asked everyone to scoot up to the table he was at and passed my sketchbooks around, telling everyone to be careful. I’m not the best at receiving compliments face to face, due to the fact I’m very flattered and don’t know what to say. (Seriously though, thanks to anyone who likes my art <3) Soon enough I was getting students complimenting me about how much they loved my stuff, how cool it looked, and other things. I was very flattered and thanked them repeatedly. When someone would do the whole, “I wish I was this good” or whatever, I’d tell them they were, just in their own way.

I’d like to make a disclaimer again: By no means do I consider myself an amazing, perfect artist. Hell nah. I got so much to learn and work on, and I think I’m ‘okay’ at best. I never want someone to tell me they wish they were as good as me and such, because I take that as they’re comparing themselves to me and saying I’m better. I firmly believe in the idea that artists shouldn’t compare their skill level to another artists to judge their work. Compare it to something you did a year or so ago! Your improvement and skill level is YOUR improvement and skill level, not everyone else’s, you got this. <3

Anyway, pep talk out of the way, lets move on. Weeb saw it and was suddenly like, quiet, I really don’t remember her saying much actually. I didn’t really think about it though, since I had been talking to another classmate about what marker brands I used and going over the inking pens we liked. (I was so happy to talk to people who geeked out about this stuff as much as I did.) My teacher told me I was a great artist and he would love to see what else I make.

Alright, so as we go through the semester, I’m having a great time. My drawing class just used graphite/charcoal for our drawings, and I was happy to get back into the swing of using them. At some point, my teacher had been talking to weeb about one of her drawings, and asked if she had an art background. Some people in this class were taking it as an elective, so some people didn’t have any experience with art. She came all pouty to me and was like, “I’m really upset.” I don’t really care too much, but go ahead. She went on to tell me about how she was upset that our teacher thought she had no art background.

Being honest, I totally thought she didn’t either…She didn’t know shading, she didn’t know proportions, she didn’t know the difference between graphite and charcoal, didn’t know the difference between oil and acrylic paints. Y’all know how when you buy brushes, the package or display usually has what media they’re best used for printed on them? She saw one that said all purpose, and still asked what she could use them with. Absolutely no common sense, even with the bare basics of art. Now, I tried so hard to help explain things to her, but it just went right over her head.

We were in this art club on campus, by the way, and this group had a group chat. This is gonna all come into play later.

During Christmas break, I had taken all my art supplies back with me and sat my workspace back up. I had taken a picture and sent it to the group chat, telling everyone I was excited to have my workspace all fixed back up and asked if they were excited for break. Everyone talked about Christmas Break and was sending pics of their setup as well, since we had never got to see each others actual set ups or rooms, and we had talked about them frequently.

Now, in my photo, in a kinda obscure area, I have a Babe Ruth tin that I store some of my pens in. Weeb messages me privately, zoomed into that tin and was like, “Where did you buy that?” Okay, whoa, weird, how hard were you looking at my photo bro? Whatever, I tell her I had found it in the paint bin when I was the Paint Master in drama. She asks, “So, you didn’t buy it?” No, obviously not, considering I FOUND it. She lets it go.

Christmas came and went, and she messaged me, telling me she had gotten some Prismacolor markers. Cool dude. She bragged about how she had been watching a bunch of tutorial and read up on them. HOWEVER, she immediately started to ask me how to use them and the such. Okay, fair game, I’ll help you considering you’ve never used them, but if you’ve read and looked at a bunch of research, why are you asking me? I’ll help though, maybe she just needs some verification or something. She proceeds to ask, “What’s the difference between a brush nib and a bullet nib???” Bruh. I thought you said you looked at research? What the hell? So, I explain it all and give my personal opinion on which one I liked better and why. She continued to ask question, being such as, “How do you shade, like, a pale skin tone?”

Bitch. The fuck? With some pale ass markers? Nah, the most jet black marker you can find. I explained it anyway.

“Why are there green and blue markers in my set if it’s skintone?”

Boi. Cause they cool colors used for shading. How do you not understand that?

“So, how do you shade with markers???”

Bittttttttttttttch. I explain how to pick out color choices and the whatnot. I tell her that I usually start with my undertones and then my base color. Then I keep moving up to darker colors and purples/blues.


“Um, so you color in the whole area with your base??? I don’t think you do that! It’ll dry out and you can’t blend them together.”

I told her how they were alcohol based and could normally blend just fine with each other as long as you weren’t waiting like, days or something like that. A minute or two won’t kill it.

“No, I don’t think that’s right. How do you make it not streaky?”

Whatever, fine, fuck it, welcome to Burger King because have it your way I guess. I told her when it came to making sure the marker didn’t look streaky when putting it down was something that depended on how you held it personally and that the best way to learn it was mainly from practice. She seems bummed it’s not something that instantly happens but oh well. She told me she was gonna be coloring something she inked and asked how long she should wait for the ink to dry. I told her I never really had an issue with my ink pens smudging, so maybe a minute or so just to make sure? She waited 40 minutes. I told her that when she got started coloring it with the markers, that new markers are very saturated with ink and may bleed a little, so stay away from the lines some to give it some room just in case.

Now, remember I told her to lay down her main color first, completely, and to work it up? She told me she read/watched a tutorial (Oh hey, there’s the tutorials you said you watched a million of.) that said to do it in sections. I’m not opposed to that, but honestly, if you color a section completely, then try to start another section, is it not gonna look streaky and wrong considering the edges have had time to dry? Like, it’s gonna take you 30 minutes to an hour for that one section, IDK, isn’t that plenty of time for it to dry, like you feared it would???

Sure kid, just go for it. I’m talking to a wall here. Little while later she messaged me and was like:

“I fucked up.”

Sure enough, she did the whole section coloring thing and was right against the lines, so it bled everywhere and wasn’t blending right.

Nailed it.

Later on in the year, the next semester, I was taking a 3D class (making large sculptures out of cardboard) and a Digital class (Learning to use photoshop and all that.). She was in 3D with me. This semester really let me see how crazy this person was.

There is this Art and Literature novel/magazine thing my college did every year. You could enter up to 6 pieces in the art area. 3 for publishing, and 3 for the cover art. I still wasn’t very good at photoshop, so I just submitted 3 things for publishing. She entered too and so did a lot of my friends from the art group. There was an upperclassmen in our group who I’ll call K. K knew her way around Photoshop and the sorts, so she submitted for the cover art. By this point, I had already had one of the girls (sweetest person I know) admit to me that weeb was talking shit behind my back because I had mentioned that I didn’t find anime very original. She said I was bashing other artists styles to make myself look better and that I was stuck up, all that good stuff.

I wasn’t surprised considering I ha began to see through her and realize she was one of /those/ people. After I had begun to realize that (before Christmas break) I had been trying to talk to her less, considering she would also come into where I was working and not leave me alone for the whole day.

(Sidenote: I’m someone who very much prefers to be alone when I’m working. Honestly, I like to be alone by myself most of the time. There’s a few people I usually don’t mind sitting and being around me during these times. She wasn’t one. In 3D foundations class, it’s a very demanding class so you’d have to stay long hours after class to finish the project on time. I work fast, like I mentioned, and I would stay up until 3-4 in the morning anyway, just chilling in the art building. She’d constantly just invite herself over to where I was working to work too. Me working around her turned into, “Come over here and help me work instead of doing your project.” So, due to her constantly asking me to come over and help her, I didn’t finish as quick as I normally did. I had mentioned to her quite a few times that I prefer to work alone and not have anyone in the room. Again, went over her head. She took it as ‘I told you I like to be alone, but since I told you, you can stay because I totally don’t mean you.’. Especially you. One night, I’ve literally gotten 10 hours of sleep in the last 3-4 days. It’s 1 in the morning and I’ve done all I can to my project. Like, I can’t do anything else because I didn’t have what I needed. Considering I hadn’t been leaving until 4AM a lot of the times, hell yeah I was leaving and going to bed. So I start packing my stuff up and she noticed. “Wait!!! Are you leaving?!?”


“Don’t leave!!!!!! I get scared being in here alone!!!!”

She made me feel bad so I stayed.

Until fucking 3:30 in the morning. Again.

I mentioned multiple times how tired I was, how I hadn’t slept really. She just goes, “Wow, how are you alive??” Bitch I ain’t. I’m fucking dead and you’re the one who killed me.

She tried to pull this stunt again next week. I just looked at her and went, “You’ll be alright.” And left. I’m not your babysitter. Next morning, she started to try and guilt trip me.

“Yeah, I stayed about an hour after you left, but I started getting scared and cried, I had to leave.” I took a sip of my coffee and went, “Not my problem.” (Are you seeing where my fucks are going? That’s right, right out the window.) She kept trying to stay in the art building as long as I did after I mentioned that I usually stayed until 4AM, either working on something, or just watching videos since I didn’t want to bother my roommates. I could be over analyzing, but I feel like her mindset was, “If I stay in here as long as they do, I’ll be just as good.”

Nope, try again. It’s not the time you spend in the art building, it’s how you work to improve yourself.

Also, everyday in 3D, when I’d walk by I’d say hello, just to be nice. Never got one back, always, “Ugh, I’m going to kill myself.” Or “Kill me” because she would bitch and moan about how hard the project was. She’d always always whine and cry that her’s were bad (tru) and our teacher was going to fail her and no one would look at her sculpture, dumb shit basically. End sidenote.)

My first red flag that this person was /that/ type of person was when we completed our first 3D foundations project. One of her ‘friends’ (weeb talked shit about them, as you’ll see.) had made this really awesome, large scale 20 sided die, complete with each number carved out. It was super cool and everyone really liked it. Later that week, Weeb is talking to me and she’s like, “I’m mad that M is getting so much attention for their project! That was my idea first!”

She went on to explain that the 2 of them had brainstormed together and that was one of the ideas they had come up with. M had really liked the idea and asked if she wanted to do it, which Weeb told them no, they were considering a different thing. M went ahead and did it. Weeb got pissed????? What???? Where is your logic? You told them to go ahead.

That was my next red flag, they were ‘friends’ with someone only to shit talk about them and be mad that they were doing well. She’d constantly be complaining to me about how M always was showing off and didn’t deserve to be noticed like that. (Dudes I don’t even know.) I tended to ignore her because I liked M and enjoyed their stuff, and knew that Weeb was a jealous jerk. A few weeks later, Me and Weeb are in 3D. It’s about 2 and a half hours long, so we can take a break to go get food or whatever since it’s early in the morning. She notices I’m getting my lanyard and getting ready to go get some coffee and food. She wants to come with me and I can tell she’s being pouty about something. Now, I want to clarify something. This isn’t like, you noticed your friend seems a little sad and ask them what’s wrong, nope. She would always sigh and pout and drop cryptic messages like some 13 year olds DeviantArt journal. Sure enough, we head outside, it’s raining. All I have is a flannel with a hood. She’s got an umbrella. Never once asked if I wanted to share the umbrella. Whatever, I like rain. K comes running up to us, very excited and was like, “Guys!! I just got told I won the cover art area!” I was very happy for her, and told her congrats and such. Weeb literally doesn’t say jackshit and just glares. We keep walking after that and I try to start up a conversation. “I love the rain. It’s so nice.” Or something to that effect. Of course I get a pouty huff and a “I’m really upset about that.”  What? The rain???? What?

“That K won that. She’s not that good, like, I could do better! She didn’t deserve that.” Bitch, excuse the fuck me? By this time we’re in the Starbucks on campus. I’ve already decided I’m not dealing with this and just gave small, “Mhm. Yeah.” As answers as I ordered and let her bitch. I got my food and we sit down. She literally hasn’t stopped ranting. Then she drops this bombshell, not kidding.

“I know I shouldn’t be, but I get jealous when other artists are better than me.”

She just stared at me and I sat there 100% done with this bullshit, but I had set a goal for myself to try and be supportive and to help others, use my words, ya know? Rather than being like, “You fucking dipshit what the fuck-“ I just said, “Yeah, jealousy isn’t a good thing when it comes to art. It tends to hinder someones ability to improve, and artists shouldn’t compare themselves to others, rather you should go to them for inspiration and guidance.” Holy shit high five me, you said words that didn’t include, ‘Fuck you’ in them. ONCE AGAIN, SHE COMPLETE IGNORES MY ATTEMPT AT HELP. “Yeah, well, I just can’t help it.” Bitch, yes you fucking can, if you actually tried at it, but apparently you don’t try at anything. I decided to try a different approach.

“I use to be like that, and got jealous at artists that were better, but looking back, I saw absolutely no growth in my work from that time.”

#Read@10:34 and ignored of course. “But you’re good now!!” MOTHERFUCKER. Because I stopped being a jealous twat at the age of 11????? Jesus Christ. “Well, what did you submit for the cover art? Maybe I can help you.” This ho looks at me and goes:

“Oh, I didn’t enter anything.”

What. The actual. Fuck.

Done. Done, 100% done. Fuck this Shit I’m out. You literally can’t be this fucking dense. I just blocked everything out at that and went back to the class. Now I was really trying to avoid talking to this weeb.

During this time, I was also voted to be the president of the art group, while K was told she could be Vice President. Weeb literally bullied/harassed her out of the position by messaging her like, “I really wanted that position, are you sure I can’t do it?? You’re always too busy to come to meetings.”

On down the year, I had entered 3 pieces to be judged to be put into an art exhibit. She did too. I didn’t tell her I was doing it because I knew she’d get all mad about it. My 3 pieces got in, hers didn’t. She started to complain and whine immediately, trying to get me to compliment her stuff. “My stuff is never good enough I guess.” Tru. Moving on.

I had gotten pretty well distinguished in the art department. I had gotten a lot of awards and the teachers liked to talk to me. Around this time, M was told one of her photography pieces had been accepted into the Colleges Art and Literature book, and I was also told my work was also accepted. I didn’t mention it at first, since Weeb hadn’t gotten in. I knew she’d be pissed. Finally, I mentioned. She acted all proud and was like, “Oh, congrats!” I knew she didn’t mean it for a second. Another friend of mine (Not an art major, but drew in their spare time,) took an art class for fun. She had left a critique and noticed Weeb talking to M and someone else, telling them that I was ‘always trying to one up her’ and ‘leaving their sketchbook open for compliments.’ And ‘showing off.’ Keep in mind, I had no sketchbooks for these classes. Only a small one to sketch a quick layout for my 3D project, since we had to have a model. She wasn’t even in my other class. The other 2 classes from last semester was the drawing class (no sketchbook, just giant art pads.) and painting class, which she wasn’t in. So????????? My friend let me know.

I was officially done. I wasn’t dealing with this again, in college, from people who were suppose to be adults. Now, she had texted me on like, Wednesday at 11 PM asking if I was in the art building, which I was, but damn it leave me alone, so I didn’t reply. It was around finals week. I was done with my art finals (Making the piece, not presenting), so once again I was in the art building, watching videos. I’ve been on the group chat, basically quoting word from word what she had said and telling my friends how people like that are just horrible people. Everyone was agreeing and Weeb hadn’t answered. So I strolled my petty ass right on over, next door, to the 3D room (I was in painting) and Weeb and another girl (that was actually another friend.) was in there. I sat down by the other girl, E, and started telling her about this ‘person’ that said these things, and quoted what she had said.

Deadass Froze.

She still tried to talk and put in input like she totally didn’t say that. I headed back to the painting room until 4 AM rolled by and I started to head out. Now, I could have went left and to an elevator where she wouldn’t see me leave. But remember, she’s scared to be alone. So, I went right and in front of the 2 doors that were open to that room. I made sure she saw me leave and I heard this feeble, “Hey!!” Kept walking.

Got to my dorm and finally replied to the message she sent (It was like, Thrusday or Friday now.) I answered it with:

No, I left.

“I know, I saw you.”

Good, thought so.

“Hey, I read the group chat. I just wanted to say I’m sorry if I ever said anything like that. If I ever said anything like that and offended you, I’m sorry.”

I was pissed. You’re gonna try and deny it when I have 2 separate people telling me you’re talking shit? You’re just mad you got caught. So I didn’t reply until the next day, since me and a bunch of friends went out to eat to celebrate almost being done with the year. I replied back with,

“I’ve had 2 different sources come to me and let me know you were saying those things behind my back. I had to deal with that all through highschool, and frankly, I’m not dealing with it in college. Have a good summer.”

She never answered, but funny enough, she ran back to the 1st girl she that she bitched about me to and started trying to make me look like the bad person, saying she never said that stuff. Funny bro.

So next semester, I get to deal with kicking her out of the group, considering I’ll be president and I don’t stand for that kind of stuff. Wish me luck.

Okay, I know you guys have all seen this, but I backlogged through the A/P tags on tumblr and saw it twice without credit. So I’m going to post it again for my own convenience. It’s by the artist, Dan Hipp, who I believe keeps this Pintrest page.

And I wanted to add that I found this during a time when I wasn’t looking for A/P art. To my delight it was posted on the last website I would ever expect to find it on, due to prequel bashing. I was pleasantly surprised and touched. There was some good after all.


Summary: Everything was in the right place right now. With the pattering of the rain, the scent of dew in the air, the sight of a colorful apron in front of him, this sensation in his hand felt like something that he’s been waiting for through lifetimes.
Info: Caesar/Joseph, artist!Caesar, writer!Joseph, one shot, unedited, i wrote this in like an hour because i was slapped in the face with inspiration/motivation when i saw an old art that joy drew for me please be gentle with me
Notes:  왜 살짝 내 손을 잡고
귓속말을 건네는 걸까
Why are you softly holding my hand
And whispering to me?


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Think Outside the Love Square 2

Week 1, Day Two: Study Date

I wanted to challenge myself to write a few pairs that I’ve never written before this week to kind of branch out a little more, so have some TomatoFox! Also be sure to check out @thinkoutsidethelovesquare for all of the details on the prompts going on!

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Things were looking up for Lila at College Francoise Dupont after the events of her first day. Not too many people were upset with her for lying, and she’d even managed to make a few friends out of that girl with the pigtails and the odd lesbian couple that sat across the aisle from her at the top. She attempted to make conversation with the little artist boy who sat next to her a few times, but he always turned as red as his hair and turned away. It was a little cute, honestly. She’d never met someone so shy, and she determined to break through his barrier some way or another.

An opportunity presented itself perfectly one afternoon during their chemistry lab when Mme. Mendeleiev passed back their tests from the previous week. Lila passed with shining colors, naturally, but she saw Nathaniel hide his away immediate, though not before she saw the big red I circled at the top.

“I can help you study if you want,” She blurted, startling him.


“You did bad, right? I’m pretty good at chemistry, so why don’t we study together?” His face darkened three shades of red, and Lila giggled. “C’mon. Say yes. I can help you.”

“Uh, s-sure,” He mumbled.

“Great! Then let’s get together in the library during free period,” She said, and he gave a tiny nod. She turned back around with a triumphant beam. Nathaniel Kurtzberg was going to be her friend, no matter what it took.  

When free period rolled around, she grabbed his wrist and tugged him to the library before he could protest. She sat him down at a table and sank into the seat beside him while he shakily dug out his materials.

“So, let’s start with standardizing acids and bases then we can move onto freezing point depression,” She said decidedly.

“Okay,” He whimpered, but he listened intently as she began explaining.

“So, let me see your notes,” She ordered after a while when they reached an example she wanted him to work from class.

“Uh, can’t we use yours?” He shifted nervously.

“It’s better if you read your own writing,” She said causing him to squirm some more. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He winced, slowly sliding his tablet out and pulling up his chem notes.

“Let me find that problem then I want you to work it just like we did in class,” She held out her hand for him to fork over the tablet, and he passed it to her reluctantly, holding on tight when she tried to pull it away but ultimately surrendering it.

“Okay, now-” Her voice trailed off as she scrolled past countless doodles in the free edges of his notes. “Is this what you’re so mortified over? They’re really good.”

“Thanks, they’re just sketches- ah, don’t scroll too far!” He lurched forward when she kept going, but she turned away, smiling down at his work.

“Oh my gosh! You drew Volpina?” She gasped.

“Uh, just a little bit.” He shrank back, face as red as his hair.

“A little?” She cocked a brow as Volpina consumed more and more of every page. Eventually, she reached candid drawings of herself, staring out windows or smiling brightly.

“That’s enough!” He swiped the tablet back quickly and hugged it to his chest.

“Nathaniel, you’re such an amazing artist!” She praised, smiling proudly when his cheeks flushed.

“Well, I have a pretty amazing muse, so…” He caught himself and swallowed hard, stuffing his materials back into his bag quickly. “Thanks for your help!”

Lila watched him scurry off with a small smile. She’d never been a muse before, so it was kind of flattering. It was decided. Nathaniel Kurtzberg was going to be her boyfriend, no matter what it took.


NU’EST W FINALLY WON FIRST ON A MUSIC SHOW AND THEY LOOK SO SHOOKT THEY HAVE NO WORDS LMAO IM SO PROUD OF YOU!!!!! YOU DESERVE IT BBS!!!!!!!!!!! I lost it when they started crying and the artists who debuted around the same time as them (GOT7, BTOB) started hugging them bc they saw what they went through and im s o f t

day 6. write a letter to your best friend

Dear Best Friend,

You have gone through so much in your life. And you have come through it alive. I want you to know how proud I am of you for all you have made it through in your life, and I want you to know “If I can get thru this, I can get thru anything.” ;) That has been proven to you. You are the hardest fighter I know. I wish I had come into your life earlier on in your life, but what’s important is that we met, and our bond is unbreakable.
If the world walks out on you, if it lets you down, if it betrays you, if it’s just shit, I will be there. I am never going anywhere, got it?
Best friend, you are enough. You have had far too many people come into your life and break your trust, and you have had far too many bad experiences. I wish I could rewind time and take those all away. Anybody who tells you you aren’t enough, is not worth your time.
Best friend, never settle. You have done enough settling in your life. I want you to love yourself and know how much you deserve. Because you deserve the world.
I wish you saw yourself how I see you. And that is a strong, beautiful, smart, witty, funny, creative, artistic, caring young woman who can have anything in the world she desires.
I want the absolute best for you. You think I’m judgmental, and it comes off that way at times, but I’m truly the most understanding person there is on the face of the earth. I will support your happiness always, as long as you are truly happy. I have seen you go through too much and don’t want you to settle. You deserve so much.
Know how you have helped me these past two years. Your presence has saved me from falling deeper into this darkness I find myself in. Just talking to you and spending time with you means the world to me.
Don’t be so hard on yourself all the time. You think very little of yourself, and that makes me sad.
Just, know how much I love you, and I would go to the ends of the earth to do whatever you need me to do. I will always be here for you.

“No matter what, I got your back, I’ll take a bullet for you if it comes to that. I swear to God, that in the bitter end, we’re gonna be the last ones standing." 




Where the ashes lay - Chapter 2: Faded scars

Where the ashes lay



At nearly eighty-eight years of age Katniss Mellark loses the love of her life. She finds a companion in her grand-daughter Dani, who undertakes an artistic adventure when she begins to replicate her grand-father’s paintings. As they journey through a world without Peeta, each of them begins to grow in their understanding of a man who saw beauty in even the darkest of times.