#finally dont have to draw on my phone anymore

[dipndotz]

kuma and bunch of random doodles

[toxooz]

wip cause imma b spending Chrimmus in las vegas so ill finish it when i get back but 🥵🥵🥵

[victorianbatman]

ATLA/LOK incorrect quotes

F, M & GN reader | every scenario without the readers gender being specified is Gender Neutral.

Bolin, on the phone with Mako: Mako, I need you to come pick me up.

Mako: Why?

Bolin: Y/n is busy passive-aggressively doing the dishes they asked me to do 6 hours ago.

Bolin: This house is not safe anymore.

-

Mako: Hey, whats for dinner?

Bolin: I cant tell you, its a soup-rise.

Mako: Is it soup?

Y/n: We soup-ose is could be.

Mako: Enough with the soup puns you two.

Bolin: Aww, you never soup-port our jokes.

[Five minutes later]

Mako: It was fucking tacos.

-

Mako: The stars look really pretty tonight.

Y/n: Yeah, they do.

Mako: You know who else looks pretty tonight?

Y/n: Asami.

Mako, at the same time: Korra.

Y/n: What?

Mako: What?

-

Toph: Do you do anything other than whine like a little bitch?

Y/n: Sometimes I whine like a BIG bitch.

-

Mako, not looking up from his book: What did she(Kuvira) do now?

Y/n: SHE SMILED!

Mako: At you?

Y/n: No, at her dumb friends, but she looks like an angel.

Mako: Go away, Y/n.

Y/n: Shut up, I watched you pine after Korra while in a relationship with Asami.

Mako: Go on.

-

Korra: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.

Lin: That’s not how you make cookies.

Y/n: FLOOR IT!

Bolin: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?

Lin: yOURE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN!!

Korra: IM GONNA HARVEST THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES!!

Y/n&Bolin: DO IT!

Lin: NO-

-

Korra: I’m small, but knowing.

Tall!Y/n: You dont be knowing what the top of a shelf looks like though.

Korra: …

Tall!Y/n: …

Korra: Bitch.

-

Bolin and Mako watching Y/n from a distance chase a squirrel.

Bolin: Thats the person I see myself married to in the future.

Bolin: Thoughts?

Mako: …

Bolin: …

Mako: ..and prayers, bro.

-

Y/n: My autistic friend(book 1 zuko) is my favourite person on the planet. I asked if he would still be friends with me if I got a mullet and without looking up he said “we are not friends” like ok bestie.

-

Korra: Theres only one thing worse than losing.

[Tips over paper saying ‘losing Y/n���]

Y/n: Me.

Korra: No-

-

Y/n: Are you sure you’re ok?

Zuko, crying: Yeah, it’s just these onions, man.

Y/n: …

Zuko: …

Y/n: Those are potatoes.

-

[Asami, puts on chapstick]

Y/n: What flavour is that?

Asami: oh its [chapstick flavour].

Y/n: Lemme taste.

Asami: Sure.

[hands chapstick]

Y/n, kisses Asami

Y/n: Shit it does actually taste like [Chapstick flavour].

[Asami blushing like crazy]

-

Y/n: Aang, why do good people die young?

Aang: When you are in a garden full of flowers, which one do you pick?

Y/n: The ugly ones.

Aang: Exactly- wait wait what, why?

Y/n: Because ugly bitches dont belong in my garden.

-

Toph: Hi, im your doctor today, I’ll be drawing your blood as soon as I’m done with my capri sun.

[Misses the hole four times before finally getting the straw in]

[Y/n, sweats profusely]

-

Sokka: I have the sharpest memory, name one time I forgot something.

Y/n: You forgot me and Suki back in the fire nation 3 weeks ago.

Sokka: I did that on purpose, try again.

-

Y/n: Listen to me, love is a scam.

Bolin: You’re making a valentines card for Mako right now.

Y/n, points glue gun at him: You’re on thin fuckin ice.

-

Zuko: Whats with the napkin on the glass door?

Y/n: Aang keeps walking into the glass door, so I thought this might help.

Aang: Oh cool, a floating napkin!

[Walks into glass door]

[lexirosewrites]

For SS, CW: dubious consent on both sides, universe said youre so compatible you gonna fuck :) ; fingers crossed this is cohesive cause im just winging it lol

I was going through my old phone notes, and found a wip i forgot about for another fandom. The plot was basically a weird mix of abo/soulmate au lol Basically the secondary genders have slowly been fading from society, people still present but they dont change life anymore. Heats/Ruts arent a thing anymore really. Male omegas have only a .2% chance of getting pregnant on a regular basis but they can take pills to increase this chance.

Ruts/heats do still happen, but the reason is thought to be a fairytale. When extremely compatible alphas/omegas meet and spend time together (like at least a week actually interacting not just being Near one another) the omegas body will begin to produce slick and prep them for taking a knot. By day 5 the alpha is being bombarded by omega pheromones and their body preps to form a knot. If for any reason the omega/alpha are separated, the process pauses to keep some random alpha from taking advantage from the omega.

When O!Steve and A!Eddie spend spring break together dealing with Vecna Steve's body starts to adjust and prepare but the cramping and pain he assumes is just the bat bites. He hasnt looked at them to see that his body has essentially sped up the healing to prepare for mating. Theyre still wounds but not as bad.

Eddie survives with bites similar to Steves but a bit deeper, theyre separated and the process pauses while Eddie is in the hospital along with Steve both of them getting treatment. Once theyre both out though, the process starts again and they keep drawing closer to one another, confused by the urge, and on Day 7, they lock themselves in Steves room and they lose themselves in the scents. Mating for days until they finally come out of the fog.

Eddie showers and cleans first, cleaning up the room best he can before he runs a bath and then scoops up a very confused, exhausted, and sleepy omega to settle him into a bath. Steve melts and Eddie settles near the tub so they can talk. Trying to understand what happened. Eddie had read books about it, but fully believed it was a fairytale. He feels extremely guilty but Steve grips his wrist and tells Eddie that they were both forced into this and he doesnt hold it against him just for knowing it was in a book and didnt catch on. It happened way too quickly for them to even figure it out.

They work backwards. Mating first and then beginning to date and getting to know one another more than they had bothered during the spring break from hell. They both fall in love way too quickly but are idiots and dont admit it to the other for Months.

We know Steve is a hopeless romantic so learning he basically found his soulmate in Eddie, he's been in love with him since he learned it was preordained by the damn universe lol They have a proper mating near a year later and they discuss Steve taking the pills to have a family and it takes the very first try. They chalk it up to the soulmate thing and Steve is ecstatic about being pregnant. They welcome their little girl on Thanksgiving day 1987 and live happily ever after :D

Sorry this was long, wow lol

loveeeee the universe forcing soulmates together🥰 why wait to mate? just skip that pesky little courting step and you can back pedal after bites are in place!

[jupyupie]

Sonic Prime Redraw

Im so happy i got a drawing tablet Finally i can use a pen

I dont have to draw with my finger on my phone anymore :]

[spiderlandry]

Routine — ethan landry

Description: Ethan feels you slowly drift away as you spend time with another person.

Pairing: Ethan Landry x GN!Reader (they/them pronouns)

Warnings: unedited, kinda wordy, fluff, jealousy, some angst but happy ending

Word Count: 1.9k

Author’s note: can u guess who reader’s chem partner is ??

Tradition and routine are important to Ethan Landry. Since you’ve made the decision to have lunch with him every Wednesday at the diner a few blocks from his apartment, he eventually begins to expect you to show up there without a text message. It’s routine, now. It’s a tradition—and he didn’t realize how sacred it was to him until his phone pings with a text from you on a Wednesday:

hey im sorry i cant make it to lunch i got assigned a small project in chem and its partners :/ and we could only find a time for today (ugh) lunch next wednesday?

sorry again. have a good lunch!! dont have too much fun without me tho

He’s not bothered. Why would he be? You sound like you’d rather be with him than working on that project, so he’s flattered in that aspect that you sound somewhat possessive with the, ‘don’t have too much fun’.

It’s not like he’s already at the diner already.

(He was on his way.)

But it’s only a blip in the hundred other moments you spend with him, even if those moments are also spent with other people present.

So he doesn’t take it to heart. Even if his heart slightly aches without you beside him, almost a symptom of withdrawal, which he won’t realize until much, much later.

-

Ethan often spends time in the main library on Friday nights. He’s not a stranger to the usual people who also spend their time there, there’s not a lot of people because there are better things for a college student to do on Friday nights. Ethan is different. Although, he only started going on Friday nights because midterms are soon and he can’t afford to fail or retake anything.

However, a familiar figure comes into the library next to a tall stranger. You, with some guy, trying to playfully shush him as you enter the quiet space earning some dirty looks from students around.

You lightly slap the stranger’s arm with a grin, and you don’t see Ethan—he’s sitting in a corner and you’re turned away from him.

There’s no denying that the stranger is handsome. Tall, brown hair, somewhat dorky mannerisms but in a charming way. Ethan could be in love with this guy if he himself isn’t so in love with you.

Ethan opts to look down at his work instead, eyes almost unfocused as the thought of losing his chance being brought to the forefront of his mind.

What he doesn’t see a few seconds later, between the shelves, slightly closer to Ethan, you finally spot him. He doesn’t see the way your smile droops slightly, and how the man next to you asks who you’re staring at.

“Oh,” you whisper to your chemistry partner, Peter, “That’s Ethan. The guy I told you about.”

“You’d look good together.” He teases.

You almost kick him jokingly, but he dodges. “Just because I told you my crush doesn’t mean you get to tease me. Plus, if you do, I’ll tell Gwen about yours.”

But of course, this conversation happens outside of Ethan’s earshot. You’re not looking at him anymore, and as he glances up one more time, he only sees the smile directed at that stranger that used to be reserved for him on Wednesday afternoons.

Yeah, I’ve lost my chance, Ethan thinks.

-

Ethan has decided to spend more time with his friends. It has nothing to do with you, not at all. (It’s not denial.) He lounges in the Carpenter apartment on Saturday night with Chad and Tara. Mindy was also supposed to be there, but texted last minute she can’t make it.

They assure him he’s not third-wheeling, but he definitely is.

But he stops himself before he suggests he can leave. He gives it a chance, because otherwise he would be alone in the dorm—and on a normal occasion he’d leave and call you instead, but he has a feeling your voice will only draw him back to the reliance of your presence. You haven’t talked since Wednesday, since that text message that Ethan believes is the beginning of the end.

Chad notices Ethan’s faraway look, they’re both sitting on the couch while Tara gets a drink from the kitchen.

“You okay, man?” His roommate snaps him out of the daze. “You seem sad.”

“I’m not.” Ethan has answered that too quickly to either of their liking, but it goes unmentioned.

“You can talk to me. If you want.”

Chad’s become more emotionally available since the first time they moved in together, Ethan appreciates that his friend makes an effort even if it seems to take some work. So Ethan humours him.

“Y/N. They’re spending time with this guy and I just—I don’t know.”

Tara comes back with a few sodas, handing one to him and to her boyfriend.

“Y/N?” She echoes, sipping from her drink. “You mean they’re spending time with Peter?”

Ethan realizes maybe he shouldn’t have said anything because Tara’s close to you and if he says something she might say something—

“I won’t tell them.” She says, sensing Ethan’s panic. “They’re just friends, if you’re wondering.”

Chad is grateful for his girlfriend stepping in. She certainly knows more, at least in that respect.

“Aren’t they chem partners, or something?” Chad asks her, wanting to alleviate the tension he can sense on his best friend. He remembers Tara offhandedly mentioning it one time.

(Let’s be honest, anything Tara knows, Chad knows too.)

“Well,” Tara prevents herself from a grimace. “They were partners. Y/N told me they finished the project. So now they’re just friends.”

It has the opposite effect that Chad had wanted.

It only lets Ethan know that it won’t be long until you introduce this Peter to the group as your boyfriend, probably.

“Can we change the subject?” Ethan requests.

He’s thankful as they adamantly jump into another topic about something funny that happened recently, an inkling deep in his soul that they did it on purpose to make him laugh—a hint of relief as he thinks, friendship isn’t that bad. (It’s good.) You and him could still be friends, he thinks. And that’s what he wants, for you to be in his life in any capacity, long as you’d let him.

-

Sunday nights are movie nights in the Carpenter household. And that tradition is extended to the entire group, including you. He doesn’t know why he’s nervous—his palms are sweating, his legs are bouncing, and his mind is anywhere else besides the present.

You arrive late, and the movie hasn’t started because they’re waiting for you.

Ethan thinks Chad or somebody must have done it on purpose, because the only empty seat on the couch is the one right next to him.

Obviously, you take it. The proximity is almost too much for Ethan, but he’d be a damn liar if he said it didn’t help his anxiety just a little bit. You take away his nerves after they appear in the absence of you. You’re his medicine.

The movie starts and you still don’t say anything to each other. He ignores the looks from Chad and Tara, and you seem to be oblivious to it as you keep your eyes on the television.

By the second movie, you’ve both gotten more comfortable, leaning into each other— and to Ethan’s surprise, you put your head on his shoulder. He looks around and no one notices. Not because they don’t care, but because they’re all asleep.

You fit so perfectly almost as if you’d been like this before, in a different lifetime of another universe.

Unbeknownst to Ethan, you had your own intent coming into this movie night, late on purpose and nerves taking away your courage in the absence of Ethan.

SUNDAY MORNING

Sometimes, you’d invite someone to get coffee with you when mornings were pleasant enough to be with other people.

Today, Tara said she was available to get coffee after you’d sent a text to the group chat asking if anyone wanted to come—so you got coffee with her.

It wasn’t your intention, but still, you end up at her apartment half an hour later, chatting about what’s happened in the week.

Somehow the topic of dating has come up, and Tara rambles about Chad’s funny ideas about dates that you laugh at.

Much to your dismay, the question tumbles out of your mouth before you can stop it. “How do I know if I’m in love with someone?”

She can’t read your face, it’s blank. But she can read your tone: the layer of uneasiness and worry that you’re trying to hard to bury and keep hidden. She tries her best not to show any emotion, either. Because there could only be two possible answer to the question Tara is about to ask.

“Who are you in love with?”

“Who said I was?” Quick answer, deflect the question.

“You’re thinking it, though.”

“So what if I am?”

And she just decides to lay it on the table. “Is it Peter?”

Your instinct is to laugh, because from your perspective, not a universe exists where you and Peter have any romantic connection. And you say, “Why would it be Peter?”

Tara realizes you’re serious pretty quickly. “Everybody thinks that.”

Your face drops, brows furrow. “Seriously?” Tara nods.

“Does Ethan think that?”

Tara smiles.

She has her answer.

PRESENT

The feeling of being close to him is intoxicating. You snake your hand toward his, playing with it until you loosely begin to hold his hand.

Your hand in mine feels right, he thinks. For a split second, his breath is stolen, but the tiny space between your palms get warm—he can breathe—and the warmness travels throughout Ethan’s body and suddenly he wants to verbalize every unspoken word from each interaction with you, but all words come back to I love you I love you I love you.

But there is one thing.

“What about...” He whispers, gulps. “Peter?”

And that’s when you finally look up at him and he turns his head to face yours—a mistake—you are much too close for his heart not to burst. He can feel your breath and he’s sure you can feel his, and there’s nothing else he can think of as he waits with bated breath for your response.

“Why would I wanna be with him when I want to be with you?”

You say it so casually, so surely, as if you’re certain nothing can take away that statement—that truth—from your grasp. The tone catches him so off guard that his words are lost for a moment.

Your eyes aren’t expectant in that moment, though waiting. You’re patient, as if you know what he’s going to say.

“Will—” he tries to be quiet, “will you go on a date with me?” Your smile gets impossibly wider and it mirrors his.

“Always.”

Tara, laying next to Chad nearby—pretending to be asleep—suppresses a grin of her own.

Additional A/N: personally i think their first date is at the diner !! and the diner staff see the progression of their relationship every wednesday lol and yes the chem partner is peter parker (specifically had andrew’s peter in mind, i think that’s clear with the ‘tall’ if not the gwen part LMAO)

[thyln4gf]

505

✞ Once again, Im back with the short little blurbs! This time, theyre rather cute and adorable, and are about some of my favourite drivers, a song assigned for each. (I have synesthesia).

✞ Word count - 2,8k

✞ Drivers included - Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, Logan Sargeant, Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Lewis Hamilton, Sebastian Vettel, Jenson Button.

✞ (P.S. - lemme know if you dont see any of your favs. Im more than happy to write something <3)

Lando Yeswins - 505, arctic monkeys

"No!" Your shriek rings out through the air of the somewhat empty room, quickly followed by both of your giggles, as Lando has launched himself into you, picking you up. The man has missed you so, so much. He didnt even think it was possible. Hed spend his free time with looking at pictures of you, wishing that he could feel that skin against his, and... smell it, really. Now, that he has finally gotten the chance...

Your back makes contact with the couch, Lando still clinging to you tightly, and just plopping on top of you. He buries his face into your chest, drawing a deep breath to take in your scent... But you smelled like... him??

"Baby... have you been living in my clothes?" He asks, amusement laced into his tone. His face was still buried right where his favourite place was, though.

Silence from your end. One awkward chuckle later, you burst into another fit of giggles, followed by the heat that rose to your cheeks. You werent so sure if it was the man making you blush, or him being a damn human radiator doing the trick. Either way, you didnt mind - the golden retriever goofball of a man was excited to close the distance between you two again. A little too excited, even.

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Oscar Leclerc Piastri - teenage dream, katy perry

Him. You. Both of you. A lot of people have called you the dream team, and you have seen a lot of jealous tweets. Posts about your relationship in general - people seemed to be suckers for the childhood friends to lovers trope. So much that you could barely keep track of them anymore.

You have incorporated scrolling through the socials, and hunting for cute memes to annoy him, straight into your routine. His dms from you were filled with various kinds of those, mostly a spectrum of cat memes. Yes, a spectrum. You seemed to be unhinged enough to even ask for fun time alone through those. And, to be honest? They always worked on him. Always.

This time, it was no different - you were curled up on the couch, Oscar laying his head on your stomach, trying to nap. You could be seen scrolling, and... yep. Looking for some memes.

You find something else, though, your heart melting at the sight. You cant even hold the 'awwww' in, as much as you wanted to...

"Huh?" Oscar croaks out, rising from his slumber. All he heard was you making some sort of noise, and he instantly realized that he was about to get a phone right up his face. However... he slowly looks up and sees you... crying?

He doesnt say anything, but scoots up slightly instead, his face landing right by your neck. He looks at the little screen... Only to see a picture of two small children, both in race suits, both giggling on a makeshift podium. He quickly comes to the realisation that hes looking at both of you, at one of your first karting competitions together. And its all it takes to make a tear roll down his cheek as well. A happy tear. Hes quick to start kissing yours away, not even hesitating. Your skin tingled at the gentle contact, and you softly chuckle. Thats exactly what he wanted to achieve. A laugh out of those pretty lips of yours.

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Max Verstappen - im yours sped up, isabel larosa

As tough as this man looked out there, in the face of the cameras... he turned into a whiny puddle whenever he was wrapped in your arms. Something about you made him melt each and every time, making him feel safer than ever. Is that because you usually used rather masculine fragrances and smelled like a dad that he never really had? Maybe, maybe...

He was getting his daily dose of cuddles in. This time it was more of a comfort than it has ever been - he didnt do good, and didnt even finish the race. He felt awful.

"Are you going to leave me now?" You suddenly hear a muffled voice, coming from a certain mans face, currently getting buried into your chest.

"Pardon?" You respond, a confused chuckle following the single-word sentence. He wasnt insecure... as far as you knew.

"I said what i said, Liefje... now answer." the man groans, almost making you chuckle again - he was awfully adorable at the moment.

"No, baby, im yours. For life. Have you forgotten?" your voice reminds him, as you slip one of your hands away from his waist, wiggling the fingers not too far from his eyes. He feels you pulling your hand away, the action making him look up slightly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. That quickly melts away as he sees the engagement ring on your finger, one that he proposed to you with a few days ago.

"Right... i still havent gotten used to that. Sorry, mijn mooie vrouw." He responds, a small, tired smile slipping onto his lips, and you cant help but give him a small peck. You might be a master at making this man blush, but he had the exact same effect on you as well.

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Daniel Ricciardo - Iris, the goo goo dolls

Evenings spent with him on the porch were your all time favourite, easily - especially if it included watching the sunset. In that case, you had two incredibly gorgeous views to rest your eyes upon. And he definitely knew you were staring at him, instead of the pretty orange colours dancing across the sky - he just pretended not to see.

You two were cuddling on the beach chair - your body in his lap, your back to his chest. Hes currently zoned out just a little, honestly. He has adopted the habit of adoring the pretty clouds from you, and pointing out all the interesting shapes. This time, though, you were quicker than him, and an excited 'ooohhh!' coming from your mouth lets him know exactly that.

"Look! That one looks like a honey badger!" you excitedly blurt out, trying to point at the shape with your finger. He follows, and quickly sees what you wanted to show him. The cloud, indeed, is honey badger shaped. You earn a hearty chuckle and one of his grins that you loved oh so much. Yes, those grins.

His arms tighten around your waist, his lips not being able to resist from leaving a trail of kisses on the back of your neck, eventually landing on the back of your head. And you didnt need much more from him - you knew that it was his way of thanking you. By making you feel all warm and giddy inside.

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Logan Sargeant - american teenager, ethel cain

Spring has just started rolling around, leaving you to deal with your allergies. Its not like it was something new, or something serious, but it annoyed you nonetheless.

You two had a date that you were looking forward to all week, but suddenly, you felt like you couldnt live two minutes without having to blow your nose. Great. Logan noticed your mood immediately, so he had offered to watch a movie at home instead. You didnt resist much - you wanted to spend some time with your man, after all.

After cuddling up to him on the couch... You silently thanked for the ridiculous misery of your fate - feeling his body right by yours felt way better than spending time outside. Hearing him quietly breathe by you left you almost ecstatic, the warm air brushing by somewhere on your body, and as of the current case, your hair. Speaking of hair - he liked planting those little kisses to the crown of your head whenever you had your back to him. Almost just as much as looking at your backside.

These little moments reminded you just how far you two have come - it sometimes still felt like you were a pair of awkward teenagers, trying desperately to get over yourself to talk to each other. You still tease him about it, honestly - watching the popular guy at the school blush and giggle was the favourite sight of many.

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Charles Leclerc - k., cigarettes after sex

"Chéri, look! Thats cute, no?" You heard Charles come into the kitchen, cooing at something on his phone. You didnt have the time to turn around and look at him, honestly. So he was forced to come up right behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, his palm softly brushing by your stomach while in the process. You couldnt help but wonder...

1...

2...

Yep, here it is. A gentle kiss to the corner of your jaw. You cant help but chuckle as his lips make contact with your skin, pleasure shooting down your spine almost immediately. He usually stops at one, but he seems to be in a playful mood today - because he doesnt, and continues to trace a line, almost connecting the dots on all your little moles and freckles.

"What is it?" You ask him with a chuckle, trying to distract him. However, you just dont get an answer. Just a phone getting shoved almost right into your face. The video that he wanted to show unpauses, and a scene of a cute puppy running around could be seen. Your heart instantly melts.

Charles seems to notice, because he already looks like a kid on christmas morning.

"Can we... adopt him? I even have a name!" He blurts out excitedly, making you chuckle again. You knew of his passion for dogs... so one wouldnt hurt, right?

You didnt even get to reply before he launched himself into a rant about why getting a dog right now would be a great idea. You just knew that you were going to spend like an hour, just listening to him talk. But you didnt mind - you enjoyed the sound of his voice, and watching the way he speaks with his hands whenever hes excited. It was truly an awfully adorable sight to witness every time.

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Carlos Sainz - good luck, babe!, chappell roan

He had a small ritual of hugging you before his races - he fully, firmly, and truly believed that hes not going to achieve any good results if he doesnt. And, look - it was true, so far. The win in Singapore? In his head, it was all because you initiated a hug that day. His arms had lingered on you for a little longer than they should have been for you two being just friends, but its not like you two minded, at all. You actually craved him and his touch. You craved to feel those hands around you, and to hear his voice murmuring something into your ear. You wanted, no, needed to feel the scent and the warmth of him being so close.

So you never really protested against his idea. In all honesty, it was the most desperate move that someone has ever tried to hit on you with. The most adorable one as well.

If you thought that you were going crazy from him invading every single nook and cranny of your mind... You should have taken a look into his. You and him both knew of the rumours floating around the internet, and all the fans almost straight up telling you two to just make out already. And that has almost happened, and multiple times - one of you always ended up awkwardly pulling away, though. Having him as a friend felt good, but you were sure that having him as a lover would feel like heaven.

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Lewis Hamilton - older, isabel larosa

"Thank you, love." His voice floats through the air of his drivers room, effortlessly reaching your ears, making you blush. Just a little. You had passed him his water bottle - his hands were far too busy with your hips, caressing and squeezing them with great care. His legs were spread a little, you positioned in between them. Yet, it still didnt seem like it was close enough for him - he kept trying to pull you closer, almost desperately tugging on the material of your jeans. A hand of his was now occupied with the water bottle, so he finds that as an opportunity to wrap the other around you fully, bringing you closer, once again. You almost fall over, but you catch yourself with a hand on the wall right besides his head. Helping Lewis train sometimes did help, huh?

"Hey there, easy! I couldve fallen right on top of you!" You had mentioned out loud in mock annoyance, trying hard to keep a chuckle at bay. It was hard to do so, though, because you could see a grin appearing on his lips. No, onto his whole face - the entirety of it would light up whenever he smiled or laughed, melting your heart each and every time.

"Do you prefer to be under me then?" He murmurs as a tease, leaning in to give you a chaste kiss on your neck. He knew that it was one of your ticklish spots - so he had adopted the habit of placing the gentlest kisses of them all right there. They never failed to make you feel flustered and giggly, making sure to spread a blush all over your face. Lewis was just secretly happy that you never seemed to notice his own blush, just like right now.

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Sebastian Vettel - too sweet, hozier

You were sat at your desk in your home office, working late. Again. All sorts of papers were scattered all around you, a pretty decent amount crumpled up and thrown aside as well. At first, youd aim for the trashcan, getting all giddy whenever youd make a shot. But the more time passed, the more you didnt care. You found yourself thinking of the fact that your husband wouldnt be really pleased at your current decision, and you being grateful that hes currently away for a few days. And you just happily continue focusing on your work.

You had focused a little too much, perhaps. Because you didnt hear Sebastian returning home, didnt notice him opening your office door either. You only did that when he spoke up, startling you a decent amount.

"Brought you coffee, schatz." He said, quietly walking to appear by your side, placing the mug down. You smiled at him in appreciation, tilting your head up to look at him. Right as you do so, you get surprised with a forehead kiss. You cant fight the smile that wanted to appear onto your lips, going back to your work. You fully expect Sebastian to protest, to go ahead and try to pull you away from the work. But what does he do instead? He lets his hands meet with your tense shoulders, and gets to gently massaging them, slowly kneading out the knots. No words said. A quiet hum escapes your throat. You two didnt need any words to communicate, really. He understood you on a deeper level, just like you understood him. Isnt it sweet?

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Jenson Button - one of the girls, the weeknd

"Twirl around again?" Jenson requests, making a spinning motion in the air with two of his fingers. You had decided to make him watch your fashion show after the shopping spree of today, just like you usually did. Every time. You thought hed be a little annoyed at you for forcing him to sit down on the couch, basically pushing him backwards right onto it. It was far, far from it - hed even encourage you to go shopping sometimes. 'Honey, its our anniversary next Saturday. Dont you want a new dress?', 'Go get something new, we're going out tomorrow', and 'i think you need to refresh your wardrobe' were phrases that you heard pretty often. And not for the reasons youd think - this man just truly and genuinely enjoyed seeing you smile, and the enthusiasm that would possess your whole being when it came to showing him. You liked to call him a simp, but in his books, that was just being reasonable.

You gladly fulfill his request with a giggle, spinning around to let the skirt of the dress flow around. This one had a great score on both of the 'spinny' and 'shiny' scales, which he learned from you pretty fast. However, he sees you suddenly stop. The surprise on his face is almost as big as yours. However, you quickly gasp and start giggling again, shoving your hands into... some pockets?

"It has pockets!" You excitedly blurt out, turning both of the pockets inside out to show him. That earns a chuckle out of him. You play around with the pockets some more, and start spinning again. As much as Jenson adored your silliness, sometimes. Hed worry about you bumping into things... and it would happen pretty often. But he was always there to baby you, placing gentle kisses around the spot you had just hurt yourself.

[aciddrattboyy]

cop car

during a run for your life you bump into a man you dont really know, but you seem to peak his interest and he cant help but find more out about you

choso x f! reader ☆ wc: 2k cw: mentions of possible violence, a singular knife existing a/n: this will definitely have multiple parts i have ideas brewing in my teeny tiny cauldron

pt: 01 || ...

☆

you were made fun for running. it was the one thing you could always rely on. you could run. 

and running you did, swerving down alleys as the crisp night air and rain clawed at your face. the sound of your boots splashing into murky puddles almost drowned out the voices of the angry men chasing after you. you felt yourself begin to smile, not because anything about this situation was fun. but because everything about this situation was utterly stupid. you didnt have much time to laugh at the stupidity though, as the voices of angry men started to get louder and closer.

you took a turn out onto a fairly dark street, only a couple bars and lighting the street with neon signs. you never broke your sprint, praying there were no bored cops just waiting for something to do. looking over your shoulder, you let out a soft huff of amusement when you saw an out of breath man trip and fall over a trash bag. just as you were starting to relax a bit you were met with what felt like a brick. sputtering, you tripped over your own feet as you tried to keep yourself from falling. fortunately for you, before you could fall flat on your ass, a hand grabs at the sleeve of your windbreaker.

“woah- are you okay?” you took a second to register the fact that you did not run into a wall but instead ran into a tall, strongly built man, with eye bags that seemed to be more pronounced in the iridescent light of the bar you were now standing outside of. “hey wait do i know -,” you werent paying attention to the man anymore to really hear his question, instead looking back over your shoulder, only to see that the men were drawing closer. 

“ ‘m sorry,” you apologized quickly, bowing your head slightly before breaking back into a run. leaving the man to watch you sprint off with a gang of men following shortly behind. even though he wasnt entirely sure what was going on, he was able to tell that those guys definitely werent your friends. without another thought, he broke off into a run after you. it was late after all, and nothing good could come if you were to be caught. 

you started to feel that familiar ache in your legs that you got when you over exerted yourself. but you couldnt stop yet, not when those very angry men were still so close behind. you couldnt take the risk of looking back again after your little fumble. but if you were to look, youd see that the man you ran into earlier was now gaining on the men. he was getting tired, his legs starting to ache and his breath growing ragged as he followed you down at least two blocks. 

“hey stop !” he called out, and while the group of men stopped in fear it was an officer, you weren’t willing to take that risk. cutting another corner into an alley you ran down it and out into another open street before you chanced a look behind you. 

the men were gone and for a sinking filled your gut as you recalled the shout earlier. maybe it really was the police. but you weren’t really in the move to go and find out. so instead you carry down the street, instantly recognizing it when you free from running for your life. you knew how to get home from here which was a comforting thought. you were finally able to check your phone. tapping on the screen through the raindrops, you saw that the time was 2:41am and you prayed that there weren’t too many weirdos out prowling the dark streets. 

growing a little uncomfortable in the darkness, you pulled your hood over your hair and started your walk home. sliping a hand into your pocket, you fidgeted with your pocket knife praying you wouldnt have to use it. but when you picked up on someones heavy footsteps through the rain your gripped tightened around it as you whipped around. 

there was the man you bumped into earlier, hunched over with his hands resting on his knees as he caught his breath once he finally saw you. your brows furrowed, releasing your vice-like grip on your knife. with a short groan, you walked over to him, watching as he straightened up. the dim lightening of the barely working streetlights only enhanced his built form as his now soaked shirt stuck to his skin. 

“whatre you doing here?” you asked as politely as you could. you were tired and quite frankly didnt want to deal with a stalker right now. 

“making sure you werent dead in some ditch,” he brushed some of his damp hair out of his face, bringing a hand out above his eyes to keep the rain from getting in them. you couldnt help the twich of a smile that tugged at the corners of yours lips. before you could thank him for the sentiment, he spoke up again. “you really do look familiar but i can’t place where ive seen you before,”

“probably because we’ve never seen each other,” you watched as he flashed you a smile, a small chuckle leaving his mouth. 

“that could be it yeah… do you maybe go to the college nearby?” you froze for a second, weighing your options here. you could lie, say no and hopefully go on your merry way. but now that you were really looking at him again you also couldnt deny the sense of familiarity. 

“do you?” you asked instead, hoping youd be able to tell if he was lying. 

“oh- uh yeah- i do,” he seemed genuine enough, so you gave him a small smile of your own as you nodded. 

“then yeah i do- and while i do appreciate you tracking me down to make sure im not dead id really like to get home. im sure you probably saw those guys get taken in and knowing those bastards theyll send the police this way,” you watched as the man shook his head, his smile only growing brighter. 

“there wasnt any police, that was me,” you cocked your eyebrow. alternating your weight on either foot as you looked him up and down. he looked strong that was sure but he didnt look like the type of guy to take three equally large men.

“and howd you manage to do that?” the man shrugged his shoulders, his grin changing from genuine to playful. 

“i have my ways- im choso by the way.”

“choso,” you repeated, nodding your head once more. “well thank you, i appreciate it,” with one final tight smile, you began to turn back around towards the direction of your beat down apartment. 

“can i at least walk you home?” you stopped in your tracks, shoulders tensing at the words. choso seemed to notice this, quickly adding on any reassurance he could. “i wont walk you the whole way if youd like, i just wanna make sure you get home safely,” you contemplated it. it would be nice to have someone else watching your back, especially now when your whole body has begun to ache, and like he said, you dont have to have him walk you the whole way. 

looking back at him, you give him a soft smile and nod your head, “yeah sure… thanks,” without another word, you begin your walk, listening as choso walked into step with you in a matter of seconds. the walk was silent, almost as if choso wasnt there. that is until he made it known that he was.

“so… what was that whole chase all about- if you dont mind me asking,” you scoffed at the pleasantries, keeping your eyes forward and just placing one foot in front of the other.

“nothing really, whole thing was stupid,” you muttered, getting a little mad as you recounted the shoddy deal that was supposed to help you get tuition money. choso noticed your frustration and decided to talk about lighter matters, seeming to not even consider that being quiet was an option. 

“well i saw how you run, are you in track?” this time you just shake your head, knowing he would see because you could feel his eyes bore into your side profile. “oh well, thats a shame. youre pretty good.” you couldnt help the smile that spread on your face, turning to look at choso. 

“thanks,”

it seems that walking home and conversating with a stranger along with your escape from beefy evil men had made you too tired to realize you were already at your apartment. you noticed when you could smell the familiar scent of one of your neighbor’s incense mixing with the smell of rain. biting your lip, you tried to decide to just say this is your place and head inside or say you were close to your apartment and just hope he kept going farther up the street. 

but you were very tired by this point, and honestly didnt care to take any safety measures you usually would. stoping abruptly, you turned to face choso. 

“well this is my stop, thank you again for saving me,” you smiled even though your mind wasnt all in it. you could feel your eyelids getting heavier with your bed being not even 50 feet away. choso nodded, smiling at you. he seemed to smile a lot and you wouldnt lie, you thought it was a bit weird at first. 

“no problem,” with a final nod, he waved goodbye and started heading back the way you came. 

“wait,” you blurted out before you even had time to think about it. “you dont even have a jacket, you’ll get sick if you stay out here any longer,” you both stood in silence for a moment. fully knowing that you were inviting him in but neither of you knowing how to go forward. “you can stay here the night- if you want of course. although it is kinda mess-”

“sounds great,” he interrupted and for the first time after confirming your not death his smile was more nervous than anything. you looked at him for another moment before pivoting towards your door and fumbling with your keys. once inside, you held the door open for him, mumbling an apology about the mess. 

closing the door, you flipped the light switch, basking your small living room in yellow light. choso stood awkwardly in the entranceway, watching as walked into your kitchen and tossed your jacket over a chair. 

“so,” you said before turning to pour yourself a glass of water. “what were you doing out so late,” choso laughed, still standing idly by the door, not entire sure what to do.

“will you tell me why you were out so late?”

“good point. i’ll drop the question,” you smiled back at him before taking a sip of your water. you waved your hand, telling him he could come in and not just stand there. “well i guess you could uh sleep on the couch,” you sounded uneasy, never been put in this situation before. choso nodded, his cheeks slightly red as he looked everywhere but at you. “ill be right back,” you walked down your hallway, opening your closet and grabbing a couple blankets and a towel. you paused for a moment, asking yourself what in the world were you doing. but hearing him move around brought you out of your thoughts. “here,” you handed him the blankets, smiling in response to his thanks. “you can use this to dry off,” 

“thank you…,” he trailed off, waiting for you to hopefully give him your name.

“oh uh y/n,”

he nodded, his smile growing brighter, “thank you y/n,” you felt your face grow hot and almost instantly turned away. 

“no problem. goodnight,” without waiting for a response you stiffly walked to your room, wondering if you would even be able to sleep with a stranger in your home. 

choso watched you walk off, laughing lowly as he mumbled his own goodnight to no one now that you were down the hallway. he sat down on the couch, grabbing his phone out of his pocket. he contemplated on messaging yuji or any of his friends really just to let them know where he was. but he was finally feeling the events of the night take a toll on his body and decided he would just talk to them tomorrow. 

i hope you enjoyed !! reblogs/comments are very appreciated <3

[devilbombers]

One of the best decisions I ever made was to finally pursue mainly drawing original art. I had no idea until recently that investing yourself in making ocs and enjoying your own work is the highest form of self love so I feel really good about my art and myself

Its very fun and satisfying to constantly explore my own interests and understanding more and more about the things I like and want to put out in the world.

Its hilarious to constantly find myself in situations where I'm laughing at my own jokes with my characters and not caring that nobody else gets it. I didnt know making inside jokes with yourself could ever be a thing but it is now for me.

I ofc have nothing against fanartists (more power to them, live ur truth whatever) but personally I always found drawing fanart a bit pointless bc I dont like spending so much time and energy on just fanart. Also at the time when i wouldnt stop drawing only fanart I happened to be really young; so i sort of associate personally drawing fanart as something sort of childish to do? So I kinda stopped doing it as often bc it feels a little childish to do at my age idk.

The anime/manga scene has become extremely uninspired and dry to me as of late so im finally coming down from really getting too crazy about that shit anymore. So I feel like im finally growing up because of it lmao

I dont regret spending less time drawing fanart now but its only a little sad to me bc from my own findings i realize as an artist its only really possible to make internet friends if youre obsessed with big anime/manga series or whatever. And it only sucks bc i kind of really miss having internet friends.

I thought abt it again and apparently I know a lot of people irl. But to my misfortune none of them really text which really sucks bc I realized recently i really like texting.

I really wish i could spam ppl more often with ny dumbass pictures i have on my phone or whatever but Idgaf abt anything other than my ocs, new manga and music so im kinda stuck in place 💀

[hualianbot]

i dont have to draw on my phone anymore. we're finally free 🙌

[asaarii]

the caffeine hasn’t stopped kicking in yet so here’s some random shit abt me ! !

i dont even like master yi like that

he’s just my pfp bc i asked one of my best friends to pick a color and they said green

my REAL league mains include sett, varus, lillia, karma, nami, and nilah

sett is autocorrected to settrigh on my phone bc its funny

a running joke in my friend group is calling champs by their full governments or some dumb nickname

ex:

luxanna cockhard (don’t ask)

temu (teemo)

seeon (sion)

jahrvan (jarvan lightshield the fourth)

and if they dont have a last name we add our own suffix (its literally just league of legends)

ex:

jinx league of legends

settrigh league of legends

pyke league of legends

I PLAY OTHER GAMES TOO

currently trying to 100% persona 4 golden

if you couldn’t tell by my writing i ramble a lot ig

used to play ow and mained lucio but stopped bc i couldn’t aim

same logic applies to val

i draw but you’ll never catch me posting in here bc

yeah!!

hmmm

i adore my friend group snd would do anything for them

im bi 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

my favorite movies are:

everything, everywhere all at once

legend of deification

mulan

princess and the frog

i used to be a genshin player but quit mid inazuma bc i simply did not give a fuck anymore

my favorite manga is Sakamoto Days!!

rion

rion my love

hmmmm ive played both fear and hunger games

favorite characters include:

marina

daan

cahara

d’arce

levi

ragnvaldr

i used to play the piano??

im finally starting to feel tired

dc=marvel

but im privy to dc

you see, i an quite the fan of koriand’r, jason peter todd, richard john “dick” grayson, timothy jackson drake, damian wayne, cassandra cain, and stephanie brown

that’s all i got!! feel free to ask abt me and if im comfortable sharing, i will.

[starrykitty013]

heyy i was wondering if u could do more avenger and Peter interactions. I would love more Steve and Peter but any thing is fine

Okay so idk if you wanted a drawing or a writing scrap but I made both. Tbh I made the animatic like fresh but the lil story I will attach to this ask is a little scrap from JGLEH that never got in and honestly is pretty bad but whatever here it is, it mostly has Fury but there avengers at the end and I didn’t wanna write a full one shot cuz it’s finals week and I’m already hanging by a thread.

Thank you so much for this ask tho, I hope you have a good day.

So here is the story:

So the kid was an official idiot.

Like now.

At 2:54am.

Parker: i srsly dont need 2 b here

Fury: I didn’t think kids texted like this anymore

Parker: we dont but like i was trying to dull down my gen z around you

Fury: how considerate

Parker: np

Fury got all of 3 minutes of peace before his phone buzzed again and he groaned.

Parker: let me outta this torture!!

Fury didn’t plan on responding as Peter proceeded to send him large paragraph texts about everything that was going on. Apparently he was roomed with Stark

Parker: jokes on them imma patrol

Fury: in Minnasota?

Parker: no in Canada

Fury: you are a little shit. Stop texting me.

Parker: *picture of a random graph chart with no lables*

Fury: what does that even mean?

Parker: find loss

Fury:...

Parker: iz ded meme

Parker: u shod no

Fury: I feel like your language skills are depletling with this conversation.

Parker: english is stupid

Fury sighed and the next text was sort of unexpected.

Parker: are you coming?

It was surprising because A.) Parker never used punctuation and B.) he never asked Fury to come to anything.

Fury: why?

Parker: cant deal with birdbrains rn

Fury was slightly taken aback. Peter often complained about the Avengers, but he never asked anyone to deal with them for him. He was headstrong and stubborn and a general pain in the ass to anyone who had ever known him - as far as Fury was concerned.

But Fury was curious as to what they could possibly do to annoy Peter enough to ask Fury to come up.

Fury:why?

Parker: Im puking

That threw Fury in for a loop. He immediatly pressed buttons on his phone as the call was ringing. Only after Fury did the action that he relized how ‘caring’ it must make him seem. The tone changed to a muffled russling in the background that was obviously Peter.

“Hey.” his voice was hoarse and Fury jumped forward to respond.

“What happened?” Fury asked immediatly earning a soft laugh out of Peter.

“Aww, you do care.”

“I’m asking what happened on the mission Parker. Not about your health issue right now.” Fury said. It was an excuse to make sure Peter was actually okay. There was no way in hell that the Avengers would take care of him and even if Peter could take care of himself, Fury wanted to make sure he wasn’t dying (the kid had a nasty habit of hiding fatal injuries or illlnesses) so he could be assured that Peter would come back to New York to actually take care of himself. “Status report.” he barked.

“I’m not a soldier” Peter reminded and Fury could picture his scrunched nose.

“I don’t give a shit. What’s going on?” Fury said in a stern cold tone.

“Uhm, well as you know it’s currently 3am, everyone is sleeping.” And Fury sighed and face palmed.

“Then how are they being ‘insufferable’?” Fury said in an annoyed tone.

“They were being insufferable.” Peter defended weakly.

“Is the mission going well?” Fury asked.

“Yes.”

“Then, please, tell me why you were texting me at three in the fucking morning Parker.” Fury gritted in the phone.

“... I might be a little...sick.” Peter mumbled and Fury could tell he was embarassed.

“And that’s my problem how?” Fury asked.

“It’s not… I just… didn’t feel good.” Peter said and a meek tone.

“This is the stupidest reason to call me.” Fury said to the boy, he didn’t yell at him though.

“I know.” Peter responded dejectedly.

“I can’t do anything from here. Not without the Avengers knowing and you know that too.”

“I just can’t sleep… and I may have ate too much.” Peter said. “It’s not serious.”

“Then why are we still talking about it?”

“I dunno… This conversation is kinda choppy.” Peter said. “But do you have anything else for me to do. I can’t sleep.” he said again.

“What happened to patrolling Minnasota?” Fury asked and Peter groaned.

“Minnasota is boring! I can’t hear any muggings or assults within a ten block radius!”

“Then play hockey or something.” Fury said and went to his computer to find the mission files. “How much of the mission have you gotten done?”

“About like 76 percent of it. We just gotta bust a werehouse and do a sweep for anybody who might’ve gotten away.” Peter responded. “Cap and Wilson could’ve handled it, you didn’t even need Barton.” suddenly there was a muffled knocking at the presumably bathroom door and it opening as Peter presumably looked up.

“What are you doin’ up?” Barton’s sleep-ridden voice snapped at Peter. Peter had been reletivly quiet but Barton was a spy.

“I’ll call you back.”

And the call hung up.

OoOoO

Peter looked up at Captian America, Falcon and Hawkeye as they had sat him on the bed in the hotel room.

After Clint had found him talking on the phone at 3 in the morning, he felt it nessary to call the rest of the team that was assigned on this useless mission to action.

“You said Fury was on the phone. What did he want?” Steve asked, they were all reasonably still grumpy from getting up at this time of night.

“Oh you know, mission reports and stuff.” Peter said casually. There was no way to admit it was because he had gotten sick and kind of asked to be picked up. It wasn’t even that bad, he’d just eaten too much at dinner. He was mildly nauseous, but nothing to write (or his case text) home about. He didn’t even know why he had texted Fury or told him that he was sick. The man didn’t care, he guessed it was because Fury wouldn’t give him sympathy. “He wanted to know when we’d be done.”

“We just got here.” Steve narrowed his eyes.

“That’s what I said.” Peter then leaped out a window to avoid further questioning

[worldofgoo]

yayayay yippee (≧◡≦) i love how vibrant & lively your art is, i think my fav pieces are Horse Surgery & hanyuu (even tho i have no idea who that is) but that one wip with the rainbow is also v ery special 2me because it reminds me of my fav kind of weather ^_^ generic Which Program Do You Use question & also which programs have you tried so far? which one would you recommend for someone whose only experience so far wiht digital art has been scribbling in ms paint -_-? on topic, what do you draw with (mouse, phone, drawing tablet, ??) & was it easy for you to get used to digital art? i always get overwhelmed by the amound of different functions available so im not sure where to even start, any advice? which physical art forms do you like / would you like to learn (anything at all, i personally have been getting into air dry clay... well actually ive been using my sisters playdoh but maybe ill purchase smthn fancier :3) & final question how do you come up with poses to draw? your characters (+creatures) seem very animated and i really like that :)

HI okay i guess ill answer these in a list. actually will put it under the cut since i ended up saying a lot (and dw i enjoy being able to talk a lot so thank you!)

-THANK YOU im glad some of my more recent works (in my more current style) are appealing 2 people! like i wanna draw my own way even though i think it gets less notes... the higurashi fanarts (hanyuu and shion) r very memorable pieces to me because its when i started doing the loose sketches with the thin lines and block colors and thats the direction i reallyreally wanted to take my style in. also the rainbow is rian my friend rian

-i draw in paint tool sai! the only program i used before that was sketchbook pro, which i didnt like because the brushes were kind of... blurry/smudgy? sai allows you to zoom in and draw pixel by pixel which is something i like, and i like the way it does its blending. its also just easier for me to understand. i didnt pay for it i think i found some deviantart page that had the link, id have to find it again

-i draw with a wacom intuos tablet! its lasted me... almost 10 years now. ive heard newer ones are poorer quality in terms of at least the nibs needing to be replaced constantly, so idk what the most recommended tablet these days is. ive drawn with my mouse and tbh it caused awful hand pain so i would not recommend this. i draw on my phone with my finger sometimes but i find doing it on my laptop easier, however it is doable once you get used to it

-the way i got into digital art... well. i still have an archive of my earliest art if you wanna see! i was 14 n just drew random shit, often lining over doodles i did on paper and coloring them in. i think esp if youre overwhelmed start with making like throwaway experimental pieces, scribble around, doodle stupid things and color them in with different brushes and see what you enjoy. and then you can just keep the files to yourself if they dont look too good or maybe itll look interesting, it depends i guess haha. the other thing that ive always found helped me was telling myself id draw every day even if it was a little scribble or the tiniest amount of work on a wip bc getting a habit going helped my art a Lot beause it helped me spend more time thinking n focusing on it

more specific advice for sai that i found useful- using clipping groups & the preserve opacity functions are both lifesavers in terms of not spending so much time trying to color in the lines. if you color in a base layer you can just put everything above it as a clipping group and just not worry about it anymore. i also really like using the filters (like multiply) to mess around with the colors a drawing has, though sometimes its more effective to just select a layer/individual color and fuck with the hue/saturation/etc until it looks good. when i color, esp when its not turning out how i wanted to, i rely on shifting colors A LOT. n also mixing colors together using a blending brush and then colorpicking the intermediate color. very useful

-for the most part i stick to uncolored pencil doodles on like, notebook paper (even though i have some fancy supplies X[ one day) but i LOVE making things with clay, wish it was more accessible to do at home. i have a handful of clay animal statues and stuff that i made in my ceramics class in high school. would looove to do more

-because my poses tend to be very pushed/cartoony using references of real people isnt always useful (though obv knowing the basics of anatomy always helps) so in those cases ill use other cartoony art i like as inspiration, i try to see what i like about their poses nd emulate that with my own. sometimes when im struggling ill just do a bunch of studies where i copy art i like to try to get a feel for what im missing. mostly ive realized i like when the pose conveys some level of like, volume and taking up a 3D space (which im still definitely not a master of but bullshitting it can be fun). and i also like to have a balance of curved and angular shapes. sometimes i try to just do a pose that conveys a specific emotion or i just make shit up lol

alsooooo i cant reccomend aimless doodling enough! just random shapes, turning the random shapes into creatures, trying and trying and trying different ways to draw something until you like it, i feel like the things my hand makes when i shut my brain off and just scribble can inspire me as well, and i try to emulate whatever i made by chance while doodling. and if your doodles turn out better in traditional i tend to consider using a photo of a drawing as a way to skip the "preliminary sketch" phase nd drawing a rough sketch over that which i then use for my drawing (or just directly color since i draw very fast/lazy...)

[that-dumb-bitch]

Coffee mugs ftw

Chocolate bars

Bubblegum

Quiet, responsible, mature for my age(thanks, parents.)

I don't drink soda, but i prefer glass cups for water.

Boho, because i dress like a homeless person bc depression babeyyyy

Earbuds

Movies

The pool, or waves if im near the ocean

Dodge ball

Hmmm, either boiled eggs sliced on toats or a sandwich, and coffee or tea(w lemon and honey)

'songs to cry and eat bread to'

Uhhh. Keyring?

Any sour candy probably

Romeo and juliet bored me the least

Just sitting but i need to have my legs propped up on something. I like my knees to be high for some reason

I have an old pair of Rebooks ive worn since like 2018. Somehow theire still going strong

Rain, snow, just any cold weather

On my back

My Notes on my phone

Depends on what ere, but almost always video games

Dont have one tbh

I make weird noises at random times

Clear quartz

We Are Number One from Lazytow

Stay inside.

If its snowing, ill go out and build a snowman. if its raining, ill go for a walk. If its just cold, ill stay inside and make things, either food or diy stuff

Misery Meat, Against the kitchen floor by will wood, Viper by derivakat, Im not angry anymore by cummrs, The reeses puffs + misery + cpr remix

Probably talk about video games

Secret places(secret garden, secret library, secret cottage etc)

I can do that no matter what im wearing

I thought you were american, free sha voca do, yeet, i have the power of god and anime on my side, it is Wednesday my dudes

Ok

Nothing

Either 10pm or 2am

Trollface

Suitcase

Tea(specifically raspberry tea with lemon and honey)

Lemon pound cake

Not to me but some guy broke his arm bc he broke a window and the ambulance had to come get him

My mom

Pants pockets

Hoodie

Lavander

Fantasy

Pyjamas

Mozzarella

Hmmmmm, banana probably

"Everything happens for a reason"

When my dog ran facefirst into our fridge and make an audible *THUMP* sound

Finals :')

Comic sans B)

Lol very cold(bad circulation)

How to have patience and not murder someone because of how stupid they are(retail)

Beauty and the beast :D

Halloween babeyyyy

Stopped caring what people think about me, stopped believing im not worth something and stopped believing my parents are always right

I can control the focus of my eyemylike you can w a camera lens), i can sing p good, im flexible dispite my large size, and not giving a shit

"Sup, chief?"

Fantasy anime for sure

"You're beautiful because you're *you*, and nothing will change that." Dont remember where its from but its stuck with me since i heard it

Sans, william afton, bob velseb, harley quinn, toriel, doom slayer, izuku midoriya

Simpleflips once told me, love story, you give me feelings, careless whisper, this is it by oh the lancery

Animal jam

A lot of them, both mental and physical

Roses, lavanders, any flower basically

My butterfly and amethyst rings

Black coffee

Wasps don't die after stinging, but bees do

Leftieee :)

Stripes >:T

Math(reason: im queer, so im naturally bad at math)

Chicken nuggets and sour cream, and cucumbers and gravy

It depends on where the pain is. If i have a headache, im taking an ibuprpfen no matter if its a 1, but i generally dont take any pain meds, not even for cramps, unless its a really rare occasion where i absolutely cant take the pain and need meds. I didn't even take anything when i broke my arm and the doctors had to re-break it back into place bc the first time it healed incorrectly

Maybe when i was 6 or 7 i think

Chips, but fries are in 2nd place and mashed and baked in 3rd

Any succulent, probably

Oh god. Coffee from a gas station over grocery store sushi any day.

Schoold id photo bc i dont have a drivers licence

Mmmmmmmmm both

Fireflies :D

PC.Im shit at consoles

Drawing. Traditional, if on paper than with colpured pencils or graphite pencils, if in canvas than with acrylics

Barbie

Mythology. Greek or norse

Cookiessss

Being on stage or doing something in front of other people(social anxiety, everybody.)

To move out, get a job and have my own place and 2 cats

My dog. She's basically my daughter

I dont get this one :/

Bags

Lamps or fairy lights

Nina, Finley, Axe, Dumbass, Bastard, Bandit

Winter :DDD

Stardew Valley(but if you mean like, a general app, Chrome or YouTube)

The standard windows backround bc i havent found one i like yet

One.(my moms.)

Hmmm, probably victorian. Lots of classical music and big poofy dresses

weird asks that say a lot

in

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

7. earbuds or headphones?

8. movies or tv shows?

9. favorite smell in the summer?

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

12. name of your favorite playlist?

13. lanyard or key ring?

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

18. ideal weather?

19. sleeping position?

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

21. obsession from childhood?

22. role model?

23. strange habits?

24. favorite crystal?

25. first song you remember hearing?

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

28. five songs to describe you?

29. best way to bond with you?

30. places that you find sacred?

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

32. top five favorite vines?

33. most used phrase in your phone?

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

35. average time you fall asleep?

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

38. lemonade or tea?

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

41. last person you texted?

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

44. favorite scent for soap?

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

47. favorite type of cheese?

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

51. current stresses?

52. favorite font?

53. what is the current state of your hands?

54. what did you learn from your first job?

55. favorite fairy tale?

56. favorite tradition?

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

62. seven characters you relate to?

63. five songs that would play in your club?

64. favorite website from your childhood?

65. any permanent scars?

66. favorite flower(s)?

67. good luck charms?

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

70. left or right handed?

71. least favorite pattern?

72. worst subject?

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

82. pc or console?

83. writing or drawing?

84. podcasts or talk radio?

84. barbie or polly pocket?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

86. cookies or cupcakes?

87. your greatest fear?

88. your greatest wish?

89. who would you put before everyone else?

90. luckiest mistake?

91. boxes or bags?

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

93. nicknames?

94. favorite season?

95. favorite app on your phone?

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

98. favorite historical era?

[missgenesis]

Well, my day just took a turn for the worst.

I can't take this world anymore. There is no humanity left.

I've had literally $0 for the last 6 weeks.

I finally got my welfare check last friday ~ I waited 2 months for it, its $600 a month so $1,200 for the 2 month wait. I deposited it and have been waiting for it to be released from hold.

Went to the bank to take out the money today and it turns out the entire $1,200 was scooped out of my account by my bank to pay my overdue credit cards.

They emptied my account, left me with nothing, because its "their right".

Didnt care that I'm homeless and that $600 a month is all I have to live on. My cell phone will now be cut off in the next 24 hours because I can't pay my $300 overdue bill. Can't even hear back from any of the jobs I applied for.

Might as well just curl up and die type feel.

Been on hold on the phone hyperventilating crying in the bank lobby for hours now, bouncing from one malicious asshole to another being snarked at and told to "get it together" and "keep it down" for having a panic attack. Hung up on 5 times while waiting on hold. 💀 Hell is a place on earth. It felt just how I'd imagine.

This world is hell. There is no heart. There is no god.

I. Fucking. Hate. It. Here.

What is the fucking point of life when this is the world. Shaking down a homeless person from getting even a dime of their entire $600 welfare ??? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE.

But hey I got a $20 pity donation from one stranger good Samaritan who felt mercy.

Guess that will have to last the month.

Im so fucking done maybe my shelter boyfriend will let me try fentanyl. Why the fuck not.

Negative fucks remain. Sub zero existence.

Kinda rather not be on earth anymore tbh it's a demonic realm. I just encountered like 5 during this experience. Zero empathy. Everyone else just a zombie afraid to make eye contact except a few people with souls that showed some compassion and were like "wtf is wrong with you, have a heart" when when the crotchty old lady in line yelled at me for being so upset in public and crying too loudly.

Sleep dep a factor for sure, but also trauma and feelings of injustice - being unfairly "trapped" in a situation of extreme inequality, this trauma accumulates over time and having ALL of my survival money taken right from me after waiting SO LONG for it... cue explosion.

This is where I draw the line ~~ the meaning of "humanity"

Mega corporations make exorbitant profits (banks and credit card companies in particular!) . It is unacceptable for a profit seeking corporation to have the right to prevent a homeless person from receiving the meager sum of money the government qualified them for, because without it they have no means to survive.

It feels, yet again, like a human rights issue.

That money was given to me as part of a government program that, based on research and common sense and decency, to help people get out of poverty, find housing, and support addiction recovery because it benefits all of society.

(I dont say this often, but YES THANK YOU GOVERNMENT FOR BEING USEFUL)

Cut to

Bank being like "nah u still owe us from ur last drug addiction so u can go fuck yourself. IDGAF that the government gave u this cause you are at extreme risk without it. Starve for all we care."

That just set me back at least another month now being homeless. They have prevented me from finding work because of my phone being cut off so now. That $1k was my lifeline, my only source of hope and forward movement.

For the bank, that money is completely insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Just marginally cushier returns for the board of directors and dividend payouts for investors.

Also, they just lost a lifetime customer (20+ years loyal).

BACKWARD BONKERS WORLD.

MONEY IS GOD.

There it is, the familliar existential void.

Ie.

"why do I even try"

"i feel cursed 🪆"

"the world is blind, empty, and evil, until that changes, there's no point in anything"

I just feel like an idiot. It was a mistake on my part, ive been procrastinating everything in my life to work on this blog because it always feels more important.

I'm just so checked out at this point, nothing in the outside world feels real anymore. I find it impossible to sit down and work on slave matrix bullshit. Everything in the "real world" just feels like a pointless charade, and I just can't do it anymore. I can't pretend like it makes sense. I won't.

In university, I learned how to do math, follow instructions, and be a profitable asset to the capitalist globalised economy ~ as a cog in the machine. An obedient worker bee groomed into a form deemed acceptable by society.

Video games opened my mind through fantastic worlds and captivating storylines that brought me a sense of wonder, curiosity, and a deep rememberance of something in my soul.

They awoke the wanderer inside me and let me dream up a world of far greater value.

The real orange dream:

Mandala effect. Mark of 2 timelines diverging.

Schrodinger's Doberman.

[marcepanowapani]

Bsky works like it doesnt want to so let me highlight some things I would yap about there:

- moved folders with art inspo/artists fromy phone to pc some time ago and today I did some cleaning in pc folders YAY finally

- I am not happy with my current sketchbook paper even tho I worked with it so many times before u_u idk why I hate it now u_u

- I dont draw enough and I am so mad at myself

- and when I draw I start to rush in the middle of drawing and it ends up ugly

- I havent drawn Hojodegger in 4 days u_u

- I am losing every single match in OW since Tuesday and Im not kidding here

- I have only two commissions this month sigh people dont even share comm post anymore

Ok enough