trying to get back to drawing again

You are the sun and I am just the planets
Spinning around you

I’ve done nothing but listen to “The Last of the Real Ones” by Fall Out Boy ever since this post. I had to get it out of my system one way or another and it just turned into… whatever the heck I was trying to portray here lmao 

usnavi needed a lil time to buffer after seeing vanessa in her red dress

a friend like mine

 Summary: A discussion about a break up leads to….interesting revelations. || Sebastian x Reader || part 1 of 2

Warnings: discussion of kinks, [in the second part] —> smut and all that entails, thigh riding, choking, some other stuff but i’ll put it in the warnings for the next one

Note: :))))

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I’ve been having a ton of fun lately with Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia, but I cackled when I got to swap the Golden Dagger that I gave to Saber as payment immediately back onto Celica.

(Saber ended up getting it again after the second boat map, but joke’s on him; I ended up forging it into Celica’s personal weapon and giving it to her permanently)

Praise Kink

In which Harry is incredibly nervous and y/n knows just how to calm him down.

A/N: WELL I did it. Barely.  I managed to get this finished before Harry’s single dropped so that I’ll be able to freak out in peace tonight.  I hope you enjoy because this is… kinda filthy.  LOVE YA BUY SIGN OF THE TIMES ON ITUNES!

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its really hard to draw when there are so many goddamn games to play, i am so sorry lol…trying to get some semblance of consistency back ahaha trying ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ

i love the character designs in this game…also everyone is unnecessarily beautiful??




(Y: I guess we’re doing it again for mine, too.)

((In reference to this post. Extra: [x] ))


Hi there, guys, I’m back. I spent this weekend drawing commisions (not sure if I should post it though) and having some rest so I’m full of energy again. Yep, I’Ill try to give you your daily dose of MEA lol .

I decided to start this week ( yeah, it’s already Monday in my time zone) paying my debts. Several people asked me to draw solo Reyes. The first art is for you. Aaand some anon requested Reyes and Scott getting frisky on the dance floor. The second one is for you. Don’t know if I did it right but at least I tried.

That’s it. Hope you like it^^

The entirety of New York City’s downworlder population know or know of Magnus Bane. The High Warlock of Brooklyn is not a title left behind some trash can in an alley of Queens, it is flaunted at the fanciest parties in Brooklyn and Upper East Side.

And so it really comes as no surprise that when he starts dating a shadowhunter, Alec Lightwood’s name is spread about the same way. It is whispered in vampire dens, gossiped about in the Hunter’s Moon and Pandemonium is always on alert for any shadowhunters in its midst.

He’s the Lightwood’s son… He left his bride-to-be at the altar… He defied the Clave for a warlock… The Wolves almost killed his parabatai…

Seelies listen to the trees, wolves listen to the scattered word on the street, vampires all hear the new fledgling’s complaints (“he’s such an ass” or “sometimes I don’t get what Magnus sees in him” and “he does seem like a knight in shining armour, though”) and warlocks only have to look at Magnus’ affectionate expression whenever Alec’s name pops up in conversation to know he is something special.

The first time any downworlder (outside Magnus’ intimate circle) actually meets this mysterious beau of Magnus’ however, is probably the most inopportune time possible.

In the middle of a hoard of demons, fighting back to back with his blond parabatai, Alec is left unguarded when Jace darts off to defend Clary. A bolt of pink magic streaks past the archer’s ear and makes him turn in time to see several demons explode into ichor. The rest of the demons are finished off in much the same way, if not run through by Jace and Clary’s blades first, but there’s a young warlock girl standing in front of Alec when the filth clears.

Her glamours are down and they can see the swirling patterns glowing lavender against her dark skin. Her eyes are dark green and they stare into Alec’s hazel ones like she’s searching his soul.

Alec can feel Isabelle, Jace and Clary standing close to him, wary and ready for a fight at the drop of a hat, but the warlock still stares. She hasn’t moved since the last demon fell… Then she smiles. She has long canine teeth that poke out slightly when her lips stretch up and her voice is light as she speaks.

“Give the High Warlock my regards, shadowhunter.” She lifts a finger and a tightly bound scroll appears in Alec’s hand. When he looks back up, she’s gone.

It becomes a thing, for random downworlders to appear during hunts and lend their assistance, always sending Magnus their regards before vanishing into thin air. This time is no exception; Alec finds himself back to back with a vampire boy that he’s never seen before, but knows isn’t from Raphael’s clan from the way he moves.

Jace has disappeared to god knows where leaving Alec to pray that if something goes wrong he’s still close enough to come running.

The vampire moves quickly, vanishing and reappearing to guard Alec’s back before he can even really register he’s gone. He doesn’t even know the vamp’s name let alone why the guy is covering his ass. And he knows for sure that it’s not Magnus sending people to keep watch on him.

Magnus may do many things, but mollycoddle is not one of them.

Soon enough the demon hoard is wiped out, Jace reappears from a side door, Clary and Isabelle come from the other side and the vampire creates distance instantly. He bows slightly, while Jace gives him some shifty side looks but doesn’t move. Alec catches the ring the vampire throws to him and hears the same thing that all the others have said.

“Give the High Warlock my regards.”

Alec finally brings it up that night, when it’s just him and Magnus looking out over Brooklyn’s skyline as the stars twinkle above them.

“There was another one today.”

He gets a noncommittal hum in return and keeps talking.

“Vampire, this time. Male, appearance wise about… 20? Had a scar above his right eye and an off side limp. Fights really well so I’m guessing he’s been around for a while. Not part of Raphael’s clan though. Looked like he’s native Indian?”

“Native Indian?” Magnus’ attention is fully on him now, glass of whiskey forgotten on the small table between them. “That sounds like Kele, but I don’t know why he’d be this far north.”

Alec blinks and sets his own glass down. “Sorry? Who’s Kele?”

Magnus’ smile is somewhat wistful, like he’s remembering something. “When I first met Kele he was only a child. He’s from the Hopi Tribe in Arizona. He’s over 200 years old by now,” Alec’s leaning forward by now and is listening with rapt attention, “But he’s only ever been this far north once; when his sire lured him up to try and sacrifice him to Camille.”

Magnus laughs heartily at the utterly disgusted face Alec makes at the mention of her. He leans forward and kisses Alec gently, drawing back to see the frown practically melt off Alec’s face and the archer’s lips draw up into a smug grin. “Well at least I’m the one getting those and not Camille.”

Magnus laughs again and kisses him once more. “Darling, Camille hasn’t had a willing kiss from me in more than a century.”

They both wince at the memory of Camille’s spiteful trick when Jace first went missing. Alec still remembers his distinct urge to stake her then and there for laying even a finger on Magnus.

“But,” Magnus’ voice brings Alec back to the present, “I did find out where these sudden helping hands are coming from.”


Magnus smiles. “Let’s just say some birdies can’t keep secrets very well.”

Now Alec’s smiling, as he imagines several small children crowding around Magnus’ legs, excitedly babbling away and spilling everything they’d overheard their parents talk about. “And what did these little birds tell you?”

“They tell me that you’ve apparently got the entire New York downworld in a spin.”


“Yes you, Alexander. Everyone wants to see what or rather who, could make the High Warlock of Brooklyn so weak at the knees. They’re all curious, darling.”

Alec sinks back into his chair. “Oh…” then he sits up again. “I make you weak at the knees, do I?” He’s smirking, which makes Magnus smile easily.

“Of course you do, darling. And I wouldn’t give you up for the w–.”

Alec’s up out of his seat and kissing Magnus even before the last word is out of mouth, hands framing his jawline and feeling the slight stubble before Magnus’ goatee. They’re both breathless when they part and their eyes are shining in the dim light.

“I wouldn’t give you up for the world, either.”

share my heart

A/N: i was forced at gunpoint tonight to write a s4 drabble about bellarke realizing how the other feels about them. Rated T. WC: 1455.

It’s quiet.

Somehow, quiet is always around Bellamy. It’s like he wears it on his shoulders, along with all the pain and hurt and guilt. She doesn’t know if he’s even aware he projects it. All she knows is when she’s sitting with him like she is tonight, sorting meat packages into piles for storage for Alpha Station’s five years weathering out the storm, everything just feels calmer.

“Pass me the checklist,” Bellamy rumbles, nudging her hand with his. It’s the first thing either of them have said for the past half hour.

She obliges, and he squints at it.

“We’ve got to sort those.” He points. Clarke glances around. “Into different kinds of meat. We forgot to do that.”

“Then we have to do it again,” she exhales, and rakes a hand through her hair, nails digging into her own scalp. That will take another twenty minutes at least. Heavy frustration washes over her in a wave. There’s too much to do. Too many small details to iron out. “There’s not enough time.”

She hears him taking a deep breath— it’s no secret that they’re both counting down the minutes. But when he speaks, his voice is even. “There’ll be plenty of time soon enough. Five years, to be exact.”

She looks up, finds him watching her, dark eyes unreadable, and nods, her throat still feeling tight.

They resume sorting, but this time, it’s his shoulders that are drawn tight, and Clarke feels terrible right then for reminding him how little time they had, as if he weren’t already thinking about it every moment of the day. She scrambles for something to say to distract him. “What do you think you’ll do?”

Bellamy looks up, quirks up a brow.

She clarifies. “What do you think you’ll do with those five years?”

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Let no man stand between a deranged Frenchman with an unusually tough skull and a pair of incredible heels.

Louis channels my inner dialogue when I laid my eyes on these badass boots. Trying to get back into the feel of working on personal projects again, and drawing my characters in dumb situations seems like a good place as any to start.

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Too Close

Bucky Barnes

Warnings: a/b/o dynamic, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), swearing, some hair pulling, dirty talk

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Really sorry about all the inactivity regarding drafts and such recently, I know I reblogged a couple of memes but I’ve been finding it hard to reply to stuff recently.

Anyway, in an effort to get my muse back I did some Bendy doodles in my spare time. I’ve been trying to figure out how I want to draw him again, so please excuse their messiness.