I decided to become an artist when I was about your age. I liked to draw so much, I almost hated to go to bed. And then one day, all of a sudden, I couldn’t draw anything. Everything I drew, I didn’t like. I realized that my art up to then was a copy of someone else, things I had seen somewhere. I decided I had to discover my own style. It’s still difficult. But then, the results… They seem to be a little better than before. It’s nice to be a witch, isn’t it? I like the idea - to be a witch, to be an artist, to be a baker… It’s an energy bestowed by the gods or someone, right? Though thanks to it, we do have to suffer at times.

anonymous asked: give us a gem like "a pool of jello" then say not to worry about it? *pouts* alright. I am just going to imagine you sitting in your skivvies in a kiddie pool of jello, frowning, then getting happier the longer you sit in it.

Andy: Just…. listen. When your friends have an idea that requires Jello, a kiddie pool, and the school parking lot, DON’T DRAW THE SHORT STRAW

medic-0001  asked:

The sound of nails clicking on the floor in the shop echo around, perhaps a pack rat got in over night?

Nyx tilted her head and flicked on the lights downstairs with a yawn. Jack was still in sleep mode and probably would be for a few more hours, last night was a busy night. 

But she looked around for the source of the sound, “Hello?”

2 Years!

Hello, everyone! I just wanted to address that this blog has officially been going on for 2 years! Thank you all for supporting this blog, whether it has been since the beginning or if you just started to follow! 

I have an update idea but currently, I would rather much save it for the weekend. It’s nothing big, sadly, but it’s something more than a text post, at least.

And for the newer followers, welcome!

And if you want, have a glance from 2 years ago.

Thank you all, again!

Scorched_ El Diablo X Reader

@wonderlust–wonderland asked:  Could you write an El Diabloxreader where the reader is a little kinky and enjoys getting minor burns when things get heated, but when the funs done they’re still hella tender.

Jenn’s Note: Of course I can sugar cube. Here you are and I apologize for taking so long.

Word count: 335

Disclaimer: I own nothing bit the plot.

Warnings: Mentions of fun times, all SFW though.

Originally posted by demonio-dos-pampas

Everything was perfectly euphoric. The two of you a tangle of bare limbs covered only by a thin sheet. Anything more would be too hot. From where you laid with your head on his chest you could feel his heard racing and yours was most certainly doing the same. You smiled up at him, kiss swollen lips and all. He leaned towards you and mumbled something, softly, in Spanish.

“I have known idea what you just said.” You whispered “, but it sounded like a compliment.” You turned around in his arms and pressed a kiss to your devil’s tattooed nose.

“And if it wasn’t?  Maybe I just called you a fish.” Diablo teased, smirking playfully.

You clutched your chest in muck hurt “You would never!”

“Are you sure, pescado?”

“Dia.” You whines, moving to straddle him lazily.

“Problem, pescado?”

“Yeah, you talk too much.” with that you gave Diablo a kiss, slow and loving, He kissed back with just as emotion. Instinctively his hands drifted up your thighs. Suddenly you hissed and pulled back.

“Amor?” Diablo’s hypothetical eyebrows furrowed in worry. You looked down and saw the angry red hand shaped marks on your hips.

You giggled, brushing his hands away. ”It’s nothing.”

“I’m not so sure pollito.”

“Oh relax, you know I love it when you do that. You react the same way afterwards every time, Diablo.” You never called him Chato, that’s who he was before. Not anymore though. He was a different man now. 

“But Y/N…”

“But nothing. I’m not a doll.” You said softly, looking him straight in his black rimmed eyes.

“Yes you are, but you ain’t no one’s doll bit mine.” He replied, rolling the both of you onto your sides, he pulled you against his chest. You smiled when you felt his nose nuzzling into your scalp. He flicked off the lamp and pulled the sheet back over you.

“Te amo.” he said, just as you started to drift to sleep.

“I love you too.” you murmured back.



“Why do you always attract the sociopaths?” asks Balthazar, as soon as he kills the guy that was about to cut off your fingers. You have no idea why - just every time you are about to do anything that involves interaction with strangers, you end up with the ones that try to torture and kill you.

“I don’t know. They must really want to meet you,” you wait (quite patiently) for him to untie you and quickly put a warm hand on your cold, wet forehead to see if you were hurt in any way.

“You are scared.”

“Of course I am scared! The guy was about to cut my fingers off! I only have ten if you haven’t noticed.”

“I wouldn’t be late. You were safe,” he takes off his coat and carefully puts it on your shoulders. After a dozen of your “misadventures,” he has learned that you prefer when he doesn’t get you a new (or your, as the matter of fact) coat, but would much rather gets his - warm, smelling like old books and nutmeg. “Ready to go home?”

“Nah, I would love to stay here - a nice dead body right next to me,” you answer sarcastically, and he smiles at you, quickly pulls you closer (you feel the strong smell of alcohol and perfume adding to the one of the coat), wrapping his hands around your back - one hand on your shoulder, another on your waist. Balthazar snaps his fingers (or you suppose that he does, as you don’t hear anything), transporting you to your apartment. However, you don’t let him go as soon as you are there, but just stand close to him, hiding your face.

“You ok, kid?” you thank God that Balthazar understands you and doesn’t try to push you away.

“I was so scared. I can’t do anything without my hands,” the cold shiver runs down your spine. You put your hands close to your neck, as if trying to make sure that you still have them. “What if you were late?”

“I will never be late.”

“You promise?” he chuckles, puts a hand on your head, and almost smashes your face into his chest - making you feel safer, absolutely perfectly protected from whatever may attack you.

“I promise,” you stand like that for a few more minutes - you know that he will never be the one to pull away from you. He knows you too well to do that.

“I’m sorry. Were you doing something when… The thing happened?” he smiles - you can hear how the short laughter is hold in his throat, about to be released. “I’m so sorry, was it something important?”

“I am your guardian, kid. Hardly anything can be more important. It’s time to memorize it. Even if you are feeling lonely in the middle of the night. I’m just one thought away.”

You nice people (or, you nice person, if it’s just the one who keeps coming back) probably have no idea how special you are for just coming in to say hi, and to be nice, and to say nice things. With no ulterior motives, looking for nothing, just letting an invisible blogger know that someone is seeing what she says/writes/posts (even when it’s in the tags, which you should NEVER EVER READ ;)). So this is to all of you: I see you, too, and I appreciate you. I hope you’re well, and healthy, and happy, or that you will be soon, and that you can get through whatever it is that’s going on in your life right now. Much love to you, anons. All of you. xxx

11/11/11 meme thingy

Where is your happy place? I feel like my happy place is a lay’s potato chip commercial… I can’t pick just one, but any place that has beautiful fall foliage and a fireplace. And coffee. And a book. Preferably enemies to lovers or something fantasy-driven, and my husband to snuggle up with after.
If someone gave you a million dollars to spend just on you, what’s the first thing you’d buy? Just for me? I have no idea… I’d take all my friends and fam on an awesome vacation maybe?
Best Hallowe’en costume? Is this how Canadians spell Halloween, @xerxia31? I always pretend to be the nice, normal lady that passes out the good candy. That’s about it.
What’s your secret talent? I am an excellent tease.
What’s the last song you listened to?
Rawkfist (my six year old likes the heavy rock stuff) I’m cool with it since I like it, too.
Have you ever eaten (or drank) so much that you’ve made yourself sick? Yes. I tend to overeat pizza, Mexican food, Asian food, Mediterranean food, steak, good seafood, French fries, wings, etc. The one thing I never do is over drink. I hate feeling nauseous or out of control.
If you could talk to your 12 year old self, what would you say to her? I would tell myself all the things I figured out that I love so I wouldn’t spend a decade wondering what it is I want to do with my life.  

What’s your guilty pleasure? It sounds so naughty… IDK. Romance novels, I guess? It could also be Coca-Cola. Or sleeping in.
Fave food to order in a restaurant? Cake.
The one thing that makes you cry every time?
A commercial where the military parent surprises their kid at school when they come home after being gone for months or years. Gah. I can’t stop the feels.
What’s hanging on the wall beside you right now?
A window. But what’s more interesting is there’s a baby on the floor of my office. And he’s trying to grab my wall plug.

Thank you V, for tagging me and asking me these fun questions! Now to ask 11 and tag 11… Hm…

What are you wearing right now?

Favorite book?

Favorite family member?

If you could travel back in time, to which era would you go?

When you were little, what did you dream of becoming?

What’s your idea of the perfect date?

Have you ever done it? (The date, Xerxia) If so, with whom?

Favorite sport to watch and why?

What’s at the top of your bucket list?

Name a country you want to visit.

What’s your middle name?

I am tagging @wwrebel1992 @alliswell21 @katnissdoesnotfollowback @loving-mellark @iliveilaughiloveiread @b-boop5 @everllarkingjoshifer @katamount @appleblossomgirl0305 @louezem @eala-musings

leethaxodon  asked:

I just wanted to say that you are my all time favorite companions react writer. The way you put so much detail into all of your reacts is just stellar. Bless you <33

ok ok but u have NO idea how much this means to me!!
i’m sleep deprived putting so much effort into this on top of school work, and i like to put as much detail as possible so that’s always a hassle (not complaining, I LOVE IT).
i’m running on a one react per week schedule pretty much but they’re all like mini fanfictions for the most part- AND OH MY GOD THIS NEXT ONE IS GONNA BE GREAT L E T ME TELL YOU
it made me cry myself
let’s just say
there will be a sob song that will go with every companion bc i felt that it would help convey the emotion of PURE HEARTBREAK from a sense other than sight


here we are now, with the falling sky and the rain
     we’re awakening ♪

one of the scenes I would really love to see (as I’m sure many people have thought of!) is Rey experiencing her first rainfall ☺ also because “Awakening” has become one of my theme songs for TFA and all the new kids, there’s something about it which is very beautiful and fits so well thematically ;;

AND BONUS PIC: Finn + Rey (+ Poe’s jacket of a thousand uses (〃▽〃) )


These have been the best years of my life, and they are mine. Tomorrow is promised to no one, Doctor, but I insist upon my past. I am entitled to that. It’s mine.

current fav thing to draw is lil Allura with young Coran


i have fallen hard

Ravenclaw Raven & her “illegal” pet raven that she keeps secret from authority figures at school. Every girls in the Ravenclaw dorm knows about it, Prefect Lexa just pretends she doesn’t see it.