you won't hate me

Inktober 024: I’ve been having a lot of Oikawa feelings recently╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Tools: Copic Multiliner (0.05), WHSmith’s sketchbook

anonymous asked:

Idk if you've been asked this before, but what are your thoughts of Bensavi?

can aphobes maybe stop with the “well my church says asexuality is good because sex is sinful!” line of argument? I’ve never met a single ace person who wanted to be stereotyped as “pure and good” because of their orientation. I don’t want to be seen as some twisted version of moral because of my sexuality. It’s not a privilege to be constantly mislabeled as “saving yourself”.

Asexuality =/= celibacy, even among aces who are not having sex.

I have an important announcement

Sorry guys, but I will stop drawing and probably will delete this account soon, thank you for everything so far and your support. My reasons for this are under read more since it’s kinda long, again I’m sorry.

HAPPY INNOCENTS DAY!!

Sorry for those who thought I was talking seriously :3c so today is Dec 28 and in Latin America is like our April fools (but in december, duh~) if you didn’t knew UwU This is my joke for this year, of course I ain’t gonna stop drawing!! and I’m not gonna delete this account. I can’t believe I’m procrastinating my projects just to draw that troll Peri with Gin-chan’s face xD (you can see how I suffer in snapchat)

So, happy December 28! Try to not fall in other jokes today and again, I’m sorry if you believed this for a second, you can breathe now and punch me if you want ^^

!!!!!!!!!important!!!!!!!!!!!

Like Ships In The Night (you keep passing me by) (5/?)

Enchanted Forest AU-Princess Emma does a reverse Cinderella and meets a Captain in a tavern instead of a Prince at a ball. It should have been a one-time thing but fate had other plans and they just keep meeting. Originally a one-shot birthday fic for @spartanguard but now a full on multichapter  Extra thanks to @phiralovesloki for being a stellar and fast beta!

5.2k | T | FF.net | AO3 | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4


The woods were darker than Emma had expected. Clouds obscured the moon and stars and the trees were little more than shadows against the black. It was the kind of night that called for curling up by a fire, not tromping through the forest looking for an escaped pirate.

There was a pull on her wrist from the black fabric wrapped around it. Emma adjusted her direction, trusting the locator magic to lead her through the darkness. She fingered the rough cotton in the dark. The scarf Hook had used to keep her from calling Elsa’s guards hadn’t been a bad idea but with a locator potion added, it had become Emma’s personal pirate finder. Her father and his knights had clattered off toward the port assuming, as Emma had, that the pirate would commandeer a ship. By the time she had poured out the potion, it was too late to tell them that Captain Hook had fled to the forest and not the sea. Determined not to let him get too far away, Emma had set off at a gallop on a horse only to abandon it when the scarf pulled her into the deep woods.

She didn’t know where Hook was going, only that, once again, he had betrayed her. This time she was going to throw him in the dungeon where he belonged, where her father had wanted him to be from the beginning. Her mistake had been to think that she understood him, that because they had both been hurt by love they were similar. She had thought that his encounter with the Dark One had changed him, made him recognize the futility of his vengeance, made him want to be a part of something. She thought she had sensed it that night in her room and later in the council chamber, but she had been wrong. After Neal and Walsh, she should have known better, but the damn pirate had made her forget herself and forget the lesson she knew all too well–the only people she can trust is her family.

Suddenly the pull on her wrist stopped and Emma paused in confusion. Then she heard the crack of a twig from behind and on instinct, she ducked. The momentum of her attacker took him over her body and to the ground. In a flash, Emma was on top and sliding up to pin his biceps with her knees. She put her full weight forward and he hissed in pain. She grinned in triumph but the smile fell as a sharp pain pierced her thigh. She had forgotten about the hook.

“Ah! What the hell!” She rolled off and away, her right hand going to her thigh and her left pulling her dagger. She hadn’t expected an actual fight, hadn’t believed he would really hurt her despite his escape, but of course she had been wrong.

“Emma? Bloody hell, Emma! Are you hurt?” His shock and remorse made her loosen her hold on her dagger but not on her anger.

“You stabbed me with your hook! Of course I’m hurt,”

There was movement and suddenly he was beside her, his shadowed form becoming something recognizable close-up.

“Where?” Then his hand was on her knee and sliding upward as he probed for her wound. Heat flashed through her and she slapped his hand away. He drew back as if she had slapped his face.

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The Shimada Brothers

I wanted to draw young Shimada Brothers… and it didn’t end well…

it’s 70 degrees out right now, what kind of weather is that for january

i’ve had Enough of warm weather, i’m moving to the coolest, rainiest place i can find and i don’t want to see the sun for the next five years

not to be negative but like.. that constant sense of never being good enough can really get you down…

Alright, I’m gonna be honest with you guys about a little something, something that’s been bothering me for a while. Why it took me this long to say something, I don’t know. I guess it was just the hope that it would change? But it’s not, so I have something serious to say.

While I do come here to rp for my own enjoyment & because I love writing with other people, it is HIGHLY discouraging when I send people positivity asks &/or reblog a positivity meme with what I think about the rper I reblogged it from, only to not get the same in return. Tbh, I used to go into people’s asks all the time & write positivity, but I haven’t done it in – god – I don’t even know how long. Could be a year, could be more. & the reason? Because no one does it for me (there’s the occasional person once in a blue moon, but it hasn’t happened in quite a while). & it’s shitty as all hell when I see everyone & their mother getting positivity & I myself am sending out positivity, just to be ignored in return.

Now, while it may sound like I’m guilt-tripping people into sending me positivity every once in a while, I’M NOT. Seriously, there is (almost) nothing worse than people being nice to you out of pity. It’s a fucking disgusting feeling & that’s not what I’m trying to get out of this. HOWEVER, it does make me wonder if people like having me around at all. No one expresses it, so it kind of makes me wonder why I’m still even here if people don’t like me or my interpretation of my muse enough. You don’t have to send me positivity asks or reblog positivity posts from me explaining why you like me & my blog, but it does make me wonder if I’m even valued at all here in the rp community. & tbh, there’s no point in being here if people don’t enjoy me very much, now is there?

All in all, do whatever you want; whatever makes you happy. But, if you do value me as a person &/or rper, it REALLY doesn’t hurt to send me nice things from time to time to let me know I’m still liked, does it?

Every day my heart breaks because I remember how easy it is for you to replace me. I’m not upset because you continue to leave, I’m dying here because I still don’t know why you do. So day in and day out I pull myself apart trying to find and fix everything you didn’t like about me and everything stands out. I don’t blame you anymore because I look at me and I’d leave to.
—  Never good enough