yo i put effort into this

Yo i wanted to draw this smol evil child lol she’s such a good character and villan, hope to see her more in future episodes and CANT WAIT for the next episode, ive been avoiding almost all spoilers so pls dont spoil it (with the leaks and shit thats all over my yt) could have put more effort in it but im too lazy….so yeah hope you like it and have a lovely day =3

Katsuki carrying Deku’s backpack and Deku not knowing how to not be incredibly embarrassed about it, haha!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BUDDY, @protectcastiel!!!!! This is for you, and I put a lot of effort into it because you’re the bomb diggity and my beautiful beta and potato friend, and I hope you like it! (((o(*゚▽゚*)o))) I hope you’ll always be my friend because you are seriously the best!!

The “Just the thought of Team Cap walking all over Tony makes me want to trash my room, I just want unashamed, biased, pro-Tony quality content, is that too much to ask??” inspired ficlet I’ve been holding back for a while:

Bitterness ahead, guys. Not Team Cap friendly. Nor is it particularly deep or rational. I just wanted to get a couple of thoughts out of my head. Basically Tony is done being the team’s sugar daddy, only it comes to light in a very roundabout way. 


“When are my arrows gonna be fixed anyways?” Clint grumbles, rubs a hand over his sore shoulder. The one that wouldn’t have gotten injured, had his shot hit the target it was supposed to. Which it should have, his aim had been fine. The problem were the arrows. Someone must have screwed up somewhere in the production because they weren’t perfectly balanced.

They’re sitting in the conference room at the (mostly) restored compound. Tony is tapping away on his StarkPad, not even bothering to look up. He must have felt the questioning glances and noticed the silence, but he still doesn’t react.

Steve resists the urge to roll his eyes. He doesn’t want to encourage the tension between them, things are bad enough as it is. If only Tony would put in some effort as well, instead of going out of his way to antagonise them, maybe they could make some actual progress.

“Yo, Stark!” Clint snaps, voice reaching that biting sharpness he reserves specially for the billionaire. “I’m talking to you!”

Tony shows no outward reaction, which is strange to see. Back when they first came back, he used to move at all times, sharp and erratic, never staying still. Steve shakes his head at their unnecessary power play.

Tony answers before he has the chance to reprimand them though. “How would I know?” he asks, a brief frown flittering across his face as he scribbles something down onto the tablet.

The outraged look on Clint’s face tells everyone present that this meeting won’t get back on track any time soon. It’s understandable, really. Clint has been forced to fight three battles with faulty equipment and frankly, the lack of concern Tony is showing for his team mates’ safety is nothing short of callous. Steve knows things haven’t been good between them but this is the first time he wonders if things could really be so bad, that Tony would hold necessary equipment back on purpose.

It’s a terrible thought, but try as he might, Steve isn’t able to shake it off.

At least the rising tension finally causes Tony to look up and meet Clint’s glare. He’s wearing sunglasses even though they’re inside, like he always does. Steve doesn’t like it. Makes it harder to read Tony, to tell what he’s really thinking. Absently, he admits that this is probably why Tony wears them so religiously.

“What do you mean ‘how would you know’?!” Clint snarls, enraged. “My arrows have been acting up for weeks and you still don’t know how to fix it?!”

Tony stares at Clint, the expression on his face unreadable. Then, after a long, long moment of heavy silence, the answer.

“I’m not fixing your equipment.”

For a moment, it’s deadly quiet, as Steve struggles to process the meaning of what Tony has just said.

“Tony,” Steve hastily inserts himself as soon as he finds his voice again, before Clint can throw himself across the room and deck him, “I know there are still some issues we all have to work through, but that’s not an excuse to-”

“Hold it right there, Rogers,” Tony interrupts. It’s never Cap, always Rogers these days. The pain the distinction causes still catches Steve by surprise more often than not. “I’m not sure where you get this from but I’m not your mechanic. I don’t work for you. So if Barton here has an issue with his weapons, he needs to take it up with the people in charge. Considering how often you remind me that it’s not me, you’d think you’d have figured that part out already.”

“But it’s not working!”

Tony sighs. The deep, heavy sort of sigh you usually expect from an exhausted parent after their insistent child asks, “Are we there yet?” for the 34th time. “Then take it up with the quartermaster. Or Agent Hudson. Or one of the techies. Seriously, Barton, you signed the Revision. Who’s responsible for what is right in there, section 12 to 17. Besides-” he pauses.

“What are you waiting for? Go on!” Clint demands between gritted teeth, hands curled into tight fists. Thankfully, he’s not throwing anything. Yet. “Don’t get shy with me now!”

Tony straightens in his seat. Steve inwardly sighs. That man has never been able to let a challenge go unanswered.

Besides,” Tony continues, voice still surprisingly even, “chances are they’re working just fine.”

“You think I can’t tell when my bow isn’t fucking working the way it should?” Clint bristles.

The words actually cause Tony to lower his sunglasses for a moment, just to make sure there is no doubt about how stupid he believes Clint to be. “I’m saying you’re operating with a standard bow, Barton. The fabric and the construction limit the performance quality. Something I’m sure an experienced archer like yourself has picked up on.”

And yes, things are definitely getting ugly. That level of glacial cold in Tony’s voice is rarely achieved, even now.

“The why the fuck did you build a subpar bow?”

Tony sighs again. “You’re missing the point. Seriously, I can not believe we’re even having this conversation. I did not build that bow, Barton.”

And that’s–that’s a surprise.

Tony’s gaze trails over them all, taking in their confused, shocked expressions. “Really?” he asks, exasperation dripping from every syllable. “Did any of you even read the Revision? The Avengers’ are an official unit. Their weapons and uniforms can’t be provided by a private party, especially not one who is part of the team. Have you ever heard the term conflict of interest?”

“What about Stark Industries?” Natasha asks. From the furrow in her brows though, Steve suspects she already knows the answer–and doesn’t like it one bit.

“I’m not sure if you noticed,” and now there’s no mistaking the mocking in Tony’s tone, “but SI doesn’t sell weapons anymore. It was kind of a big thing, couple of years back.”

“But- But yours are better!” Clint splutters. It sounds plaintive and weak, even in Steve’s ears, but at the same time he knows what Clint’s struggling to say. It’s not about getting your toys taken away. It’s about their safety and efficiency in the field. On bad days, it’s about the survival of their entire planet.

“I can’t believe you would risk the teams’ lives and safety like this because of a petty argument,” Steve says, unable to keep quiet any longer, nor bothering to hide the honest disappointment.

Tony, unimpressed as always, simply snorts. “You’re an official unit, but before that you’ve been working for SHIELD for years. Did you ever have the very best equipment mankind was capable of providing at the time? No,” he answers his own question in a breeze, “you didn’t. Why? Because you’re agents, soldiers. And sure, the government wants to protect us, wants to keep us alive and make sure our missions succeed. But they have limited funding, which means everyone has to deal with the best cost-efficient option available. If you’ve got the right connections to get something more, then lucky you, but that makes you an exception, not a rule.”

“You don’t need to explain real life to me!” Clint snaps aggravated.

“Then why do you feel entitled to something better?” That question, sharp and cutting, makes the archer still, his mouth open but with no retort forthcoming. Tony is blinking at him now, head tilted sideways in child-like curiosity.

“Of course, if I, as a private citizen, decided to build something that doesn’t violate any laws and give it to a friend as a gift, that would be something else, wouldn’t it?” Tony continues after a moment, voice softer now, but no less cutting. His eyes are fixated on Clint, sunglasses pushed back, eyes dark and unmoved. “The average update would take me what, a week or two? That’s a lot of time to invest into a single project, especially when the ultimate use is so limited. How many people can possibly profit from improved protective vest versus how many people improve from an exploding arrow is a really fascinating comparison to make.”

“So you see, Barton, even if I could improve your bow, there’s no logical reason why I should waste my time like this.”

“Tony!” Steve interrupts, scandalised. “Clint’s life depend on his aim! Our lives depend on it! How can you justify not providing him with the most basic necessities.”

Tony doesn’t even try and look abashed, instead he throws his head back and laughs. “This is how you want to play it, Rogers? Because I’m rich and a genius, I owe it to you to devote my time, attention and money to bettering your lives? What about the seven billion other people on this world? Don’t they deserve the same consideration, hm? What makes you so special that I should put your needs before anything else?”

Steve opens his mouth, but Tony doesn’t give him a chance to speak.

“I tell you what this is: this is you realising I’m no longer spoiling you rotten because you are in fact not my kids and I can cut you off whenever the fuck I want. And you don’t like it. Because guess what, I may be privileged, but so are you! You’re heroes, most of the time, as far as the world is concerned. You’ve been living off my money and resources on top of that. You’ve always gotten special treatment and you like that. You’re as far detached from the ‘ordinary man on the street’ as I am, you just don’t have the self-awareness to fucking notice!”

Tony sends them a sardonic smile that does in no way take the sting out of his words. “Don’t worry,” he says, “you’ll still be special. It’s just no longer my name footing that bill. Because we’re not friends. And as a business man, I’m not at all sorry to tell you that you simply aren’t worth investing into.”

And with that he stands, all blinding press smile, sweeps around dramatically, and strides purposefully out of the room. The automatic door closes noiselessly behind him, but he might have as well slammed it shut for all the difference it would’ve made.

It’s likely not a coincidence, that on their next mission Spiderman, Vision and Miss Marvel all showcase new, incredibly features and weapons that can’t have been created by anyone else. And it’s impossible to know for sure, what with the mask on, but Steve is one hundred per cent certain that Spiderman is smirking at them.

He is not wrong.


Let me know what you think? And please excuse any mistakes, I’ll re-read this tomorrow. Also this is the last post for today. I’m tiredtiredtired now and think I’ve spread enough bitterness for the day. And spammed your dashes with enough endless posts probably…oops.

Their Roles in High School: IKON

@hyamori There you have it, child.

JinHwan:

The student council leader that can, and will, kick your ass if you’d get onto his nerves.


YunHyeong:

Happy go lucky senior that seems so very dumb, but passes all exams with flying colours and you’re just like “???


Bobby:

Looks intimidating but is actually the nicest of the bunch. Will literally do anything for you if he knows you well enough. He’s actually smart but too lazy to put in effort.


B.I.:

A pretentious bad-boy. Tries to act tough. Tries very hard. Gets a mark lower than what he expected because he went out to an arcade with Yo-Yo the night before exam. Blocks Yo-Yo from FB and phone and then cries self to sleep.


JunHoe:

Has the negativity of the whole school. Always judging people in school. Always judging people in general. Never friends with anyone, but then all of a sudden is involved in some shit and there’s your friends.


DongHyuk:

Always tries too hard. Nice to teachers. Nice to students. Nice to that old-man you see while walking to school. Even nice to that evil teacher whom everyone hates. Tries to help friends getting higher marks. The angel.


ChanWoo:

That asshole best-friend that is always there to burn you and embarrass you, as well as to catch your embarrassing moments, but as soon as some other tried to do the same as he, he gets all protective.

An Update on Izzy

Hey Fam,

So here’s the skinny on what’s going on with Izzy. In the last two weeks, I’ve lost the girlfriend, going to be losing the job, and gave away my pet. 


Girlfriend 
Things were going well with Kyla, but randomly she did every cliche in the book. Saw a text of “we need to talk” and the phone call was full of “It’s not you, it’s me” “I’m not ready for a relationship”. I only allowed that to last 1 minute, because if she’s going to give me practiced recited lines to “protect my feelings” then she wasn’t worth talking to. Communication is a huge thing for me, and the fact she didn’t voice any concerns along the way makes me angry. She basically lied to me the entire time instead of talking things through.

So, I was a little down about that. You know there’s not a huge dating pool for the trans folk. And dating and being vulnerable is hard after an abusive ex. So it’s just kind of blah. I just got used to sleeping next to someone, and having a best friend. It was nice. And now its like she doesn’t exist. And I can only assume which part of me turned her off so much. 

Job
I can no longer say that I animate Yo Mama jobs for a living. Youtube’s algorithm has changed so much in this last month. Basically, as you know a lot of people are being hurt by Ad sense lowering. The biggest issue right now is “Safe Search” and options that Advertisers now have. See, it’s not just that views are dropping for a lot of channels due to them no longer being on the safe search, but advertisers can now choose to allow their ads on exclusively safe search content.  And with Google’s safe search settings randomly taking videos off regardless of being child-friendly(for example the word “gay” get flagged a lot), it’s hurting a lot of channels. Yo Mama, for example, lost 60% of their ad rev. And I’m not sure what the state of the channel is going to be. And it’s not official, but I’m pretty sure I’m going to be let go.

I’m going to do my best to find some freelance to keep myself afloat. But honestly its going to be really hard to find anything as secure as the monthly paycheck I got from the Yo Mama crew. There was a lot of security in knowing that a check was going to be there.

I’m super nervous and stressed because of a lot of uncertainty. Some of my friends have expressed joy as this being the thing to get me off Yo Mama jokes as if it’s something beneath me. It was a “studio” job that helped me pay my student loan and rent. I was pretty happy with it. 

We do have a last ditch effort planned and the animators I’ve talked to about it seems really excited. If this falls through, I might still have a job. I’m not going to put all my eggs in one basic, but I’m gonna do my best to support it. You will hear more about in 12 days.

Kaiju

I gave away Kaiju to a loving family. Honestly, he deserves a lot better than me. I never got him out to play with anymore. He was stuck in the cage most of the time. As much as I had comfort knowing he was here. He deserved a family who would cuddle him, get him out, and let him live the fullest of lives. I’ve cried a bit about it yesterday. And looking at his old spot makes me sad. But financially I rather not his life suffer more if I do loose my job. And He deserved better. It was logically the best decision. Emotionally it hurts. 

Conclusion? 

I have a few plans in the work. I might try working at a Starbucks or a Kroger to help with things. Both companies are avid Trans supporters and will help with transitioning. And maybe I can get health care through them? I’m also developing an easy to animate show for Youtube that’s kid friendly that might help a little on the side. I’m gonna be applying for some freelance from some studios from remote, cuase I couldn’t live in LA or anything with my student loan consuming almost all of my money. You may see a patreon and comissions back to help.

April 2017, you suck.

Yo. I don’t make these, ever, but I made this when we didn’t have power and I thought it was pretty so why the fuck not use it. I do have internet back now, so long as the idiots at Time Warner don’t fuck with it again. ALSO, Cole is over 300 at this point which is amazing and I’m really happy because I do love him and have put so much time, effort and mental strain into him. I hope those who interact with him like him too and I really would love to RP with a lot more of the people that I follow. 

OKAY HERE WE GO–; Bae’s

@timestarjump; Ali I don’t care if we don’t fucking RP on here, you’re amazing and just deserve to be given credit for putting up with me. A love you, you’re literally like a sister and I HOPE that Cole get’s to bug the shit out of Levi constantly after I reply to your reply to my open. XD

@konohanotenten; LOOK IT’S CALEB’S FUTURE WIFE. Poor Tenten. YO TENTEN-MUN, I know we got the shit going on with the OC I made with her, but I really want to do some things on here with Cole and Caleb more because Caleb adores her. Not just her hair but the fact that she is so kind and loving. I love your portray of Tenten and I hope we get to plot a lot more than we already have!

@konohasflcsh; IT IS COMPLETELY BECAUSE OF YOU THAT I EVEN EXIST TO THE NARUTO FANDOM. SO, HOKAGE-MUN, THANK YOU FOR PAYING ATTENTION TO MY LITTLE SHIT. You’re writing is fabulous, and I adore your muse that every time you rely to the thread I legit get so excited. Minato is the cutest shit ever and anyone who doesn’t think so can f i t e me. XD I would love to plot more, especially missions from their childhood and them as kids in general because there is just so much potential to be have with what we did plot! Don’t ever doubt your writing because you are fabulous in everything.

@lonely-godokaeyo; YO. YOU’RE MY FIRST ACTUAL SHIP ON HERE SINCE REMAKING HIM. DO YOU FEEL THE PRESSURE YET? XD Ah, I know I bug the shit out of you constantly and I don’t actually answer the threads enough, I have one in my draft now, but I do adore the dorks despite all the shit that we put them through. Not to mention, you putting up with me and my screaming, is impressive all on it’s own. Thank you for Rping with Cole and letting me scream at you on Discord! 

@thelazyeditor; Do you hate me for how often I blog hope on you yet? Seriously you have been running Akihito for as long as I have been blog hoping and that is impressive. I adore you and your muse, I love some of the shit we come up with and you are my favorite ship with Anubis. So thank you for following me to the blogs I throw at you and for letting me chuck Anubis at you when I’m on him.

@bloodyrogues; YO. WE DON’T ACTUALLY RP MUCH, BUT WHEN WE DO IT’S AWESOME. NOT TO MENTION GETTING TO TALK TO YOU ON SKYPE/DISCORD IS EPIC. I’m a plot whore, and I love plotting everything with you that I can. I really hope we get to get D and Cole interacting again real soon since D is so adorable with Caleb. 

@healersigned; I JUST LOVE YOU AND YOUR SEXY MUSE, OKAY? THOUGH I THINK I SCREAMED THAT ENOUGH ON DISCORD.

@sxikii; I already told you how fabulous you are and how much I love Gaara and Caleb, but I really love you alright? XD I want so many more interactions with you, please let me have all of Gaara. 

@incubibaby; Your muse is really different, alright? I’ve been on here for a long time and I haven’t ran into anything like Noah, which makes me really cling to him alright? Them. I love them, and I want Cole to like them, which wouldn’t be so hard if he wasn’t such a goddamn asshole. LET ME LOVE YOUR AMAZING UNIQUE MUSE.

Really fucking amazing people why do you follow me;

@clssrep @redhotkunoichi @fierydog @mindwalkerninja @despairinghxpe @ncviceduelist @paraxyt @leafmedic @hatakiri @shiikkan @hyugaeiji @celestialspitfire @icebloodedprince @setsukix @hexatomb @fcrgetmenct @conseille @svagefaith @forgottcnrcalm @thoughtread @malintxntions @edenlied @kcnko @revertxmus @kakanins @youfondue @enshrxned @princelylight @hexnever 

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Though I suppose it’s some strange irony that if he hadn’t died, it wouldn’t have made for nearly as interesting a book and I probably wouldn’t be here right now.

suejean168  asked:

Ahhhh I'm sorry if I said your art was super awesome already, but I just wanted to say that I really love the comics you're sharing about your OC's!! I really appreciate that you put so much effort into them that you can make a full fleshed out comic about them in their lives!!!!! It's so detailed and lovely!!!!!!! It's hecking amazing yo!!!!

MY GOOODNESSSS THANK YOU SO MUCH???? OMGGG I AM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE THEM AHHHHHH!!!! YOUA RE SO SWEET FOR SENDING THIS THANK YOUUU SO MUCH!!! <333

whole hearted

on ao3

i mentioned it before, but i entered a sort of writing competition. today i found out that i wasn’t selected for recognition.
this past year has been really hard. it’s been less of learning ‘you can’t always get what you want’ and more of learning 'you can never get what you want. ever.’ every single time i’ve gone for something, a position or an award or quite literally anything, i’ve been shot down. i can’t think of anything that i’ve wanted and gone for that i’ve gotten in the past…..7 months at least. and i keep trying to tell myself that it doesn’t mean anything and that it’s worth it to keep going but. it’s getting really really hard
writing this was hard. it was near impossible. i’m trying to get better at rejection but i put so much into that submission and i feel like i’ve just been told part of myself wasn’t good enough. they had 8,000 application. my odds were not good. but writing is something that i feel that i’m at least moderately decent at so i thought maybe…
i haven’t told anyone about this yet. i haven’t cried. i’ve been shaking a lot. so this is me. trying to move on and comfort myself. of course the first thing i write for the ot4 is depressing, that just seems to be my mo. i just needed lots of characters’ comfort and this is the best i can do


Marinette buries herself in her sketchbook. She won’t let herself get blocked she won’t let herself get blocked.

Her hand is cramped from squeezing her pencil so tight but if she loosens her grip at all she’s going to go back to shaking.

Don’t think about it.

The side of her hand is covered with graphite and it keeps smudging her designs. She’d stop but she can’t. Her heart is wrapped up in anxiety and she can’t breathe properly if she’s not hyper focused. If her mind starts wander then her heartbeat starts racing and her breathing gets all weird. Her head hurts from all of this. Maybe she should just go to bed.

Marinette flips the page. She can keep going. She’ll figure out what they want from her if she designs enough outfits. That’s statistics, right? She’d ask Adrien if she didn’t think her words would betray her.

She’s pretty sure she designed this dress before. Just with different colors and slightly different folds. No wonder no one wants her. She can’t even design an original dress.

She hasn’t cried yet and she’s not going to. She’s stronger than that. She’s developing a thick skin. Rejection can’t hurt her. This is the industry she’s chosen and rejection is a part of it and she’s accepted that and moved on and isn’t hurt. This hasn’t hurt her. It’s fine.

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Official

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Characters: ceo!Yixing (Lay) x college student!Reader

Word Count: 2,241

A/N: So I wrote this about two or three days ago and finally got the courage to post it. I hope you all like it! 

-          Admin Mochi

Originally posted by kyloren-tantrums-and-me


               “Y/N! There’s something here for you again.” Her mother yelled bringing the beautiful bouquet of flowers inside. “Oh my, they’re so pretty.” she said admiringly.

               “Throw them away.” Y/N replied staring at the flowers with a scowl.

               “What, why?”

               “Because I don’t want them, that’s why.” She hissed getting annoyed.

               “Aren’t you at least going to read the card to see who they’re from?” her mother wondered.

               “No, I don’t care.” It’s not that she didn’t care, it’s the fact that she already knew who they were from. She didn’t need to read the card to know they were from him.

               “But-“
               “But nothing, if you’re not going to throw them out then I will.” She said rather harshly before grabbing the ribbon adored vase and chunking them in the trash like all the others.


               Y/N took out her keys as she approached her door, after a long day at school she just wanted to lay down and relax. As she got closer to the porch she noticed a small teal box wrapped in satin white ribbon. She bent down to pick it up, another present from him. She shoved it into her bag and made way into the empty house. She took a seat at her desk and took the box out only to have a staring contest with it. Letting her curiosity get the best of her she opened the box, inside was a rose gold charm bracelet that had four charms on it already. She opened a new tab on her computer and looked through the Tiffany’s website. Y/N stared at her screen in shock, then back down at the bracelet. Each charm ranged from $600 to even $1,000 each and the rose gold bracelet itself that held the charms was worth $2,500. The small card that had been on top of the box read:

‘I hope you like it princess~

- Yixing’

               She closed her eyes and exhaled trying to calm herself down. Ever since she broke off whatever relationship it is they had he had been sending her flowers, chocolates, clothes, and even a brand new laptop at one point, but this one took the cake. Being worth about six thousand dollars, it was probably the most extravagant gift he had sent her these past two weeks. Despite all the presents, she continued to ignore him. She would get calls and texts every day from him and it was starting to get out of hand. She would be lying if she said she didn’t miss him, because she did. Y/N missed him asking about her day, she missed waking up in his arms, she missed that cute little dimple that would appear whenever he smiled, but most of all she missed the sound of his voice when he called her princess. She frowned looking over to the corner where there was a pile of all the untouched luxurious gifts. She had let this go on for too long, she had to put a stop to it once and for all.


               Y/N took a deep breath as she walked into the fortune 500 building. She looked around nervously not sure how to approach him, she couldn’t just burst into his office because she’d be tackled to the ground before that happened. She looked back at the glass door, she was only two feet away from stepping out again, but she had already made it this far. As confidently as she could she walked over to the elevator and stepped inside, she was grateful that she was in there alone. She gingerly pressed her finger over the number ‘16’ that would lead her to where he was located. She felt a knot in her stomach the moment the elevator rang and opened its doors. Y/N looked around the familiar settings, she had been here a couple of times when she would bring him food because he hand the tendency to skip meals since he’d be too busy overworking himself. She bit her lower lip remembering the times he’d begged her to keep him company while he would be filling out paper work, she would be doing her school work if not she would be lovingly gazing at him while he concentrated on his stuff. But now all that was in the past. She walked over to the receptionist and gave her a small smile.

               “Is Yixing in?” she asked softly, very much afraid of getting denied entry to see him.

               “He’s- Oh! Ms. L/N!” the receptionist yelled a bit too enthusiastically. “He’s in a meeting right now, but he should be done any second. Would you like to wait for him inside?” she asked.

               “Sure, that’d be great.” She replied giving her a small grateful smile.

               “It’s good to see you again, it’s been a while since you’ve come around… Maybe that’s why Mr. Zhang has been kind of a mess lately…” she said more to herself, Y/N looked at her oddly not sure what to make of her words. Instead she bowed to her then made her way into his office and took a seat on the leather couch that she used to nap on and even have sex on, with him of course. His office brought back memories and not all of them where pure.

               “Y/N!” she heard a familiar voice yell as he walked inside his office and closed the door behind him.

               “Before you say anything else I just want to tell you that you need to stop.” She said standing up, in a matter of seconds his facial expression went from a happy one to a confused one.

               “Stop what?” he asked tilting his head. Why did he have to be so cute?

               “Don’t play dumb with me Zhang Yixing.” She hissed crossing her arms.

               “Baby girl… What are you talking about?” he asked not liking the way she was saying his name right now.
               “Don’t call me that, I’m not your baby girl anymore.” Her words pierced his heart like daggers. “Don’t call or text me and don’t send me gifts anymore!” she could see his jaw clench and his eyes turn dark.

               “If you’re not mine, then whose are you?” he whispered lowly causing her to bite her lip nervously.      

               “No ones.” She replied softly not wanting to upset him any further.

               “Why?”

               “Why what?”

               “Why did you stop answering my texts? Why did you stop taking my calls? Why did you stop coming by? Why did you shut me out?” he asked angrily as he punched the wall causing a loud echo throughout the spacious office. She jumped back a bit startled by his sudden outburst, Yixing had always been so sweet and gentle, except when it came to bed. She wasn’t sure what to make of this.

               “Because it’s over Yixing, I don’t want to have anything to do with you anymore so please stop sending me stuff and stop trying to contact me.” With a shaky hand she reached into her bag and took out the small teal box. “Here.” She said placing it on a table nearby. “I really don’t appreciate how you think you can buy me back like I’m some whore or maybe that’s because that’s all I ever was to you.” She said laughing bitterly.

               “What are you talking about?” he asked frowning, not understanding what she was getting at. “Don’t talk about yourself like that.” He warned getting closer to her small figure, he had managed to back her up against a wall. He hastily grabbed her chin and crashed his lips down on hers, Y/N stood there shocked, until she was able go get the courage to push him away. It had taken her so much just to fight back the urge of kissing him back.

               “S- Stop, I can’t do this anymore!” she cried trying to push him further and further. Yixing grabbed both her wrist and yanked her forward. He wrapped his arms around her small waist and rested his chin on top of her head.

               “Stop crying Y/N, I hate seeing you cry.” He cooed only causing her cries to get louder. “What’s wrong?”

               “What’s wrong? What’s wrong is that you won’t leave me alone!” she cried burying her face into his chest as her hands clenched his suit. “Why do you have to make this harder than it already is?”
               “You’re the only one making this hard right now! I don’t understand why you would want me to leave you alone!” he argued irritated.

               “Because… I rather leave than be left.” She mumbled. “I was just saving myself…”

               “What are you talking about? Saving yourself from what?” he asked grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him, he felt his heart break seeing her tear stained face.

               “Saving myself from heartbreak!” she yelled frustrated as her eyes got watery again. “I love you Yixing, I love you so much!” her voice broke as she finished that sentence and started crying once more.

               “If you love me then why did you leave?”

               “Because at the end of the day I was just some girl you slept with and spoiled as a reward for being a good fuck… I was stupid enough to develop feelings for you, so I just wanted to save myself from getting hurt.”

               “You weren’t some girl because you were my girl, my baby girl, my princess.” His voice was soft and gentle, Y/N felt her heart skip a beat the moment he called her his. “I didn’t spoil you to keep you around, I didn’t do it because I was trying to buy you… I was doing it to show you how much I liked you, then the more extravagant the presents got was because I was trying to make it clear that I loved you. I guess I should have just told you, but I always heard that actions spoke louder than words.” Yixing said letting out a sigh, but none the less he smiled. “I love you too, princess.” Y/N looked up with her brows knitted in confusion.

               “Yo- You’re just saying that…” she tried to argue, this seemed too good to be true and she didn’t want to get her hopes up.  

               “I’m not! Did you even look at the bracelet?” he asked pulling away and grabbing the box. “Did you not notice how much effort I put into this?” he said as he opened it and took it out.

               “What do you mean?” Y/N asked looking at him strangely.

               “You see this charm?” he asked pointing at the little coffee cup. “I chose this one because we first met when you clumsily ran into me and spilled your coffee on me while you were on your way to school, remember how embarrassed you were? You kept apologizing, you even offered to pay for my dry cleaning!” he said laughing wholeheartedly, her face turned red in embarrassment as she recalled that day. “And this one” he said tapping the little bunny “Is because of how much you remind me of a cute little bunny, because you’re so soft and cute.” Yixing couldn’t help but smile at her flustered face. “Now, this crown charm is because to me, you’ll always be my princess.” Y/N tried to hold back her smile after hearing him say that. “And this last one, this heart charm symbolizes how much I love you. Look…” he said turning it over to show an engraving. “01.13.15” her eyes widened in shock not having noticed that before. “That’s the date of when we first met.”

               “Yixing…” she whispered not knowing what to say, she would have never guessed that the bracelet had more than just a material value to it.

               “I love you, so much. You really think I would have spent the past four months with you if I didn’t?” he said getting closer to her. “There’s only four charms on there because every month we spend together I’ll add one more.” he looked down only to see her biting her bottom lip trying to hold back a smile. “I know our start wasn’t the most ideal, since it started off as a friends with benefits kind of thing… But little by little you managed to make your way into my heart and yes, I know how corny I sound.” Y/N giggled, he was the flustered one now. “I would beg you to come over to keep me company because I loved having you around and I would steal glances at you when you weren’t looking. You have no idea how adorable you look when you’re doing your homework. It made my heart flutter every time you’d show up to my office with food, it amazed me how you always managed to go out of your way just for me.” He ran his hand through his dark hair. “I miss you, so please stay by my side this time. I wanna be official, so will you be my girlfriend?”

               “Girlfriend?” she whispered liking the sound of it.

               “Yes, princess.”

               “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend, but on one condition.” She wrapping her arms around him and looking up at him with a small pout she knew he couldn’t resist.

               “Anything.”

               “Don’t ever bring up how we met ever again, it’s so embarrassing!” she whined making him laugh.

               “But it was cute, you’re the reason I love coffee!”  And with that he sealed the deal with a kiss.

do yo u ever think bout the soft kisses that make the hair at the back of Andrew’s neck and along his jaw stand on end and his nose sting and his eyes water just enough to blink away bc love is in his vocabulary for the first time in a good sense that he can be happy about and not sad or angry or jealous and its all bc of the boy hes kissing that never should have meant anything but who put the effort in and became something from nothing bc unfortunately or fortunately i do and if i do then imma take all yall down with me 

Here it is, Midak, took me long enuff.

its done from pure memory, so please dont tell me what i didnt include or sumthing :D

this is the painting i put most effort into, ever.

i like how it turned out, i payed attention to detail, like little dents and scratches on his armor and a bit of green lighting for a better mood,

i chose midak because there is NO fanart of him except that one doodle vrahno did.

hope you like it, please give me your thoughts.

reblog and gimme sum C&C YO

anonymous asked:

yo bud i really love your art, its looks so simple and effortless but you can still tell you put a lot of effort into your sketches. But i really wish you would stop critizing yourself cuz you dont need to

ah jeez thank you so much :’^l

i have a problem with being overly negative with myself and i really do need to stop its not doing me or anyone else any favors

blueoatmeal  asked:

yO m'dude, this is outtatheblue but mmMMMDUDE brO I really love your art and your art style and You and idk I was just thinking abt how awesome your art is. It's one of those styles that feels Good. feels comfy. And it just keeps getting better, and when I look at your art I can tell this is a skill you've been pouring time and energy into and MAN does it pay off!!! such marvelous art!!!!

I’m using Soundwave for this again lmao but yoooOOOOOOOOO EMMA OH MY GOD I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

no but for real though holy heck thank you so much for that sweet, sweet validation ur compliments on my art like mY DUDE MY GUY I NEVER GET THIS?? LIKE IT’S VERY RARE THAT I EVER HEAR THAT PEOPLE LIKE MY ART LIKE HOLY HECK MY MAN UR WORDS,,, , ,ARE SO PURE,, ,, , AND GOOD,,, , , UR GONNA MAKE ME CRY MAN what did I ever do to deserve a friend like you holy heck thANK YOU SO MUCH I CAN’T EVEN EXPRESS LIKE?? HOW HAPPY??? THIS MADE ME??????? AAAAAAAAAAAA THANK YOU I LOVE YOU SM <333333

yo guys honestly now, do you actually think owners of stuff you “steal” believe you when you say you just found it somewhere (YEAH SURE like not on tumblr not a chance) so you didn’t know who to credit? even if it IS true, like you didn’t even say that this stuff isn’t yours and someone else made it, so?? sometimes i even feel bad coming at these people in the dm’s, and i believe them when they say they “didn’t know” but then i’m like “wtf?” why did i put my time and effort and this person just “steals” it and don’t give a shit? like yeah, a simple gif doesn;t take that much time to make usually, but when people steal something you really worked on? or even fics?? that’s not okay you guys, stop please

I remember being so ashamed of that bindi. 

I did everything in my power to put on a façade of ‘western’. I tried so hard to reject my culture.

When I was younger, little girls used to cringe at the smell of the coconut oil coating my two, long braids. Now, they use that same oil in their stupid and ridiculously overpriced ‘exotic hair masks’. When I was younger, I used to wear a massive sweatshirt over my suits and lehengas, feebly attempting to cover as much of my “strange, eastern costume” as I could. Now, the west claims to have ‘revolutionized modern fashion’ with lackluster replicas of those same salwar kameez (High-Slit Tee Dresses with pants) and lehengas (2 piece dresses). It’s disgusting.

It saddens me to remember how easily society brainwashed me at the time. I used to dream of the day I would be old enough to dye my hair, bleach my skin, and somehow get rid of the word ‘Indian-’ that preceded ‘American’ in my identification. I began rubbing the brown off at such an young age. It’s a horrifying notion that a group of people, who once poked fun at me for embracing my heritage, the people who made me feel embarrassed at any mention of India, are the same people who have the audacity to appropriate my culture. To wear bindis and deny any religious/cultural affiliations it has, is a giant slap in the face to those who were once attacked for wearing it, both emotionally and physically.

No, you cannot wear a bindi. No, it is not ‘just a fashion accessory’. No, it is not ‘a cute body jewel’. Your pale, henna covered hand placing a “beendee” on your forehead may just be the same pale, ring-pop covered hand that once ripped off my ‘weird india dot’.

so yes, #reclaimthebindi

reclaimthebindi