#my nrushes

[jack-o-phantom]

Beach Sand Brush set!

Heya!! makin' my personal brushes public, this one was developed a few months ago and refined recently! A heavy texture brush set, no smudging or bleed, just colours and layering.

its a set of x9 different brushes!

Here are some examples of me using it myself!

It works well with monochromatic pieces!

Available now on my gumroad ^^

[ryuubff]

shuake and january weather and clinginess

[michameinmicha]

Got scary thing tomorrow so i dont wanna go to bed yet but am so sleepytired :c

[lali-hoe]

I... dra k most of the bottle while taking my nighttime shower and now im really fucking drippy and whiny and needy and i just wanna suck on somebody's tongue and grind myself against their bulge while they pinch and tease nad squeeze me and bite me and

Did you know my tits are big enough that i can suck on my own nipples and i really am just thingkin of someone shoving their fingers into my mouth while i'm on my stomach and my tita are pushed out in front of me and all my drool is leaking out onto my tits to get them wet for later and how Id be squirming on themm and they d just fucking grind harder while pushinf my mouth down to my own nipples again and

I finally found a wine I really like and I may or may not be drinking a bottle and edging, really need someone to come hold me down and bully me

[tsubasaclones]

been a hot minute since I've had my own art as my icon huh

[partiallystar]

🤢🤢🤢

[malleux]

efnereal.

a/n: this. was made because @emperor-pizza and i were talking about how my typing is absolutely shit unless i have autocorrect on and type very slowly. so i decided to turn off autocorrect and type at a normal pace and rewrite my popular fic, ethereal. enjoy, if you can even read it lmfao.

efnereal.

fhat is what you thiught of when goi looked at the bot in feont of you.

you wanted notbing more fhan to run your fingers though his pale golden locks, gaze into jis tuefoizs eues, and kiss his smikinf lips. but tou cojldnf bring gojrself fo, nof when he was finallg getting. the sleep be needed after tnree days of work.

onstaad, goj opted fo admife him. to admite the peace on his fave as his long eyelashes. nrushed ahainst his cheeks, whixh toj knew were soft to fouch. to admife tne way hus mouth opened softlg, letting ouf soft, heared breadhs into the chillg nicjf aid of mondstazy. jow his hand moved on jfs own as he slept, unconsciouslf findingyojrs amodst fhe sheets of your bed.

you felg your jeart flip in your djest and have hishand a small swueezs. not soon agher, his glowing eyes opened sligjtly. they looekd difedtly at you anf gour nreath caught in yojr throay.

“its rude to staye tou know.” your prince mirmured.

“Lbedo...” tou chispeded. “im soddh dor waking gou@

he smiled lopsidedlg, rues still half-lidded with sleep. “‘no mayter, why are toj io? couldnt sleep?”

he was divrn

normallg, goj wojld be the one coxisd in bewtwrrn tne blankets whole alf edo stayed awake, workinf in fhe lfihf of fhe cadnel. hed stay up for days at a fime, reseadxhjnf and whagnkt, not lishening to yoj nor suxrose when goid adled him to resy. tonight, thihh, fhe roems were rebersed.

you hadnlg slept a wink, instsad wayzhjnf as tne moon made ifs cojrss through yojr window. it wss wuite a ways past midnjfnf now. youd laid silent in your own fhougrhs, tour lover sleeping beside tou, his own mind dinallg wuieting down.

magne toj bkth couldnt skmjmfsnljslg br ag leaxs, you thohgh around 11pm. but the rampant worries rhag poagues tour mknd were worth it so long as albedi was donallt reayinf.

“no. mor reallt. kisht thinkinf about thinfs.”

“thifns as in...!” albedo waa more awake now. sitifng up on his elbot to look fowm st yoj.

i zant do this anhmore i have to stop

[thebeaumontboys]

The Masquerade (Maxwell x MC (Bozhena))

I wrote this for the @choicessecretsanta event for… @maxwellbaemont!!! I hope you like it and Merry Christmas. Also, I wrote this before some recent chapters came out so it’s not really compatible with canon any more or anything but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Even before she entered the grand oak doors, she could hear the sweet strains of the live orchestra. Bozhena paused before the door, a grin turning her lips into a smile. She ducked into a neaby hallway and slipped a blue mask out of her purse. She pulled it over her head and smiled at her reflection in the polished maple cabinet. She gave herself one last look over and spun once letting the satin folds of her dress swish around her. Then, she walked resolutely back to the oak doors and pushed them open. The room was filled with the rustling ball gowns and sleek suits of the royal entourage. A large christmas tree stood in the corder with real candles twinking on the boughs. Garlands of pine and holly trailed around the room and bunches of mistletoe hung mischievously by the secluded corners. For a moment, Bozhena was lost in the color and whirl of the room, but she had gotten used to it with her time in Cordonia and the fear that strangled her fro a moment passed. Slowly, she descended the stairs and entered the crowd. The party had begun a few hours earlier with a meal spread lavishly over the tables. Bozhena had sat with Hana, Maxwell, and Drake at a table towards the corner of the room, but they didn’t mind. Bozhena was pretty sure their laughter could be heard from anywhere in the room, so it really didn’t matter. As soon as the meal ended, the ladies had been escorted to private changing rooms where they changed and put on masks to disguise themselves. The idea of the ball was that no one was supposed to know who you were.

Now, Bozhena looked around the room at the merry faces laughing behind the elaborate masks. She thought she saw Hana dancing with Drake, but she couldn’t be sure.

“I heard the King is wearing the white maske,” said a voice close to her ear.

Bozhena jumped then smiled. Besider her, a woman dressed in a flowing red gown with a matching red mask smiled at her.

“Olivia.”

“Took you long enough.”

Bozhena grinned.

“You should snag the King from Madame Madeline’s clutches.”

She meant it kindly, but Olivia’s face paled.

“I can’t! He’s engaged to someone else and in love with you. and … and I still love him. That much is obvious.”

Bozhena sighed and softly touched Olivia’s arm.

“It it makes you feel any better…” she paused and looked around then hurried on, “I don’t care for him. I could never say yes to being his queen.”

Bozhena turned away as Olivia stared at her.

“What?!”

“It’s true.”

“Spill.”

Bozhena’s lips turned in a smile as she shook her head.

“Sorry. But please win his heart back. I don’t want to hurt him. He’s my friend.”

Olivia nodded slowly.

“Shall I?” she asked, her grin returning.

“Please do. Look at that smug look on Madeline’s face.”

Bozhena gestured towards the woman in a sleek green gown clutching the arm of a man hidden behind a white mask.

“Oh, it wont be there for long, I assure you.”

WIth one last sly grin, Olivia headed off in the crowd. Bozhena turned to make her way towards Hana and Drake when she felt someone touch her arm. She spun and saw a man in a bright yellow mask grinning at her.

“Maxwell?” she asked softly.

“How did you know it was me?”

“You’re the only one I know who’d wear a bright yellow mask.”

“Hey, it’s in style.”

She laughed.

“Hey, want to try some of the deserts with me? They look delicious.”

Bozhena looked over at the table in the corner crowded with all sorts of delicious looking food.

“Of course.”

They made their way to the table of treats. Maxwell looked adoringly at a chocolate slice of cake.

“Ooh. A dark chocolate slice of heaven with caramel drizzle? I think it’s calling my name.”

Bozhena pulled a plate off the table and stuck her fork in the dark chocolate piece of cake. She smiled as it melted on her tongue.

“So good.”

Maxwell mumbled something through a full bite of his own piece of cake that sounded vaguely like some sort of a agreement. All too soon, they had finished and put the plates aside. Maxwell brushed the crumbs off his fingers.

“May I have this dance, Future Queen?”

The song had come to a close and the dancers were drifting off the floor.

“Of course.”

Maxwell led Bozhena to the dance floor and the music swelled in the swinging rhythm of a waltz. She glanced over and saw Olivia standing smugly with a white masked man. Bozhena smiled, then her face fell and she sighed.

“What is it? Are you doing alright?” Maxwell asked as they glided around the dance floor.

“Oh, as well as you’d expect, I suppose,” Bozhena turned away.

She hoped the mask was covering the emotions surging across her face.

“Is something wrong?” his smile fell.

Bozhena struggled for a moment. Then, she sighed. She had kept everything in for so long. She couldn’t keep it in any longer.

“Maxwell,” she said hesitantly, “I know how much it means to you and Bertrand for me to be queen. But… what if I didn’t want to?”

Maxwell’s brown eyes were boring into her.

“What do you mean?”

“What if…” Bozhena paused then rushed on, “What if I loved someone else?”

A sob slipped into her voice and her eyes began to fog with hot tears. They had stopped dancing now and Maxwell was staring at her.

“Come here,” he murmured softly and guided her steps to the edge of the room away from the crowd and the vibrant colors.

“It’s OK,” he whispered.

Bozhena reached out blinding, tears falling down her cheeks and slipping down her satin dress. Maxwell pulled her into his arms and let her tears fall onto his suit. Her shoulders shook with her sobs. As the music swelled around them and laughed wafted through the air, they stood together, their arms wrapped around each other, her shoulders shaking. Slowly, Bozhena’s sobs quieted and she slipped off her mask to wiper her eyes.

“Hey, it’s OK. No one can force you to love anyone.”

“I know.”

She let out a sigh.

“I just wish…”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure someone else would love to take your place.”

“You mean Olivia?”

Maxwell smiled.

“Of course I do. You see the way she looks at him like he’s a sad little corgi that needs rescuing.”

Bozhena gae Maxwell a teary smile.

“Yeah.”

Maxwell paused then said hesitantly.

“Is it Drake?”

“What?”

“Is it Drake who you love? I know he likes you more than the rest of us.”

Bozhena shook her head.

“No.”

Bozhena was still touching Maxwell’s arm and she felt his heartbeat quicken beneath her fingers.

“Then…who is it?”

A rose of pink bloomed across her face as she looked into Maxwell’s caramel colored eyes.

“It’s you,” she whispered the nrushed on, “I know you probably dislike me or only like me as a friend and IM not…”

She was silenced by the soft touch of Maxwell’s finger across her lips. The words died on her tongue and she looked at him with shining eyes, her heart fluttering in her chest Maxwell was smiling with the kind of smile that makes your mouth hurt.

“Bozhena,” he whispered softly.

His fingers trailed down her arm until he reached her mask. Gently, he returned it to her face.

You’re not lying to me? No one put you up to this?”

Bozhena gave a smile laugh.

“No, Maxwell,” she whispered, “It’s always been you.”

Maxwell looked up at the mistletoe hanging over their heads, he looked back at Bozhena, his eyes dropping to her lips. Then, his arms were around her and she felt his lips meet heres. It was soft at first, questioning almost, but as she kissed him back, he pulled her closer. Or a moment, she hesitated and pulled away gasping for air.

“Maxwell, what will Bertrand say?”

“No one knows its us,” he murmured.

And she let herself mlt into him. For once, she didn’t think of Liam or Madeline or finding out how she had been framed. For once, she just thought about the present, herself, and Maxwell. As the music swelled and the snow fell in the frosty air outside, Bozhena let herself be free under the mistletoe with the real man she loved.

The end.

[insanity-at-its-best]

Hey fuckholes. If you're going to have a kid and bring them to daycare. Take care of them at home. You don't think we see the shit you pull? You don't think "Hey maybe I shouldn't bring my kid in until I change him because he's literally sitting in his own shit." Like.... Are you fucking retarded? Not to mention the kids diaper was literally on backwards and soaked not only with shit but piss too. Like he wasn't changed from the night before. Don't you think, as a daycare worker, we I dunno maybe might know what neglecting your kids looks like? I mean we see so much of it already. Here's a tip for anyone with enough money to habe a new car literally every week you can afford to take care of your god damn child. Fuck you for never giving him food, fuck you for never getting him to bed on time, fuck you for never nrushing his hair and never dressing him for the weather, fuck you for not talking to him and caring for him. You wanna have kids? TAKE CARE OF THEM. FUCKING TAKE CARE OF THEM. ESPECIALLY IF YOU TAKE THEM TO DAYCARE. Even if you don't take them to daycare. Take care of them. They are the future generation. They are human beings just like you. Not more not less. Just because they're small and can't speak up.for themselves right away doesn't mean they don't matter. Doesn't mean they don't have feelings or capable minds. I can 100% guarentee that all of my 2 and 3 year olds are smarter than 75% of the human population. My 2's and 3's have more compassion and care and capability to be decent FUCKING human beings than that of any adult I know. Fuck anyone who doesn't treat their own kid right. Especially when they've done nothing except exist.

[wesleyseah-blog]

Approximatrly 4 days and done this on canvas 90cm x 60cm using black acrylic paint. Not good but as a newie, I think I managed to use my newly learnt nrush strokes/techniques imparted by our instructor at Lasalle on this! (at Strathmore Avenue)

[ababadjanova-blog]

Vocabulary Journal 11

1. Acronym; noun; a word formed from the initial letters or groups of letters of words in a set phrase or series of words and pronounced as a separate word; акроним. Wac: Women's Army Corps, OPEC: Organization of Petroleum Exporting Countries.

2. Acrostic; noun; a memorable phrase or sentence in which the first letter of each word triggers a memory of a part of a list or series; акростих. My Very Energetic Mom Just Serves Us Nectarine: Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune.

3. Inevitable; adj; sure to occur, happen, or come, unalterable; неизбежный. The inevitable end of human life is death.

4. Steady; adj; firmly placed or fixed, stable in position or equilibrium; постоянный. He had a steady girlfriend and wanted to stay with her.

5. Lighthearted [лайтхартид]; adj; carefree, cheerful, merry; беззаботный. For Copper the future was a simple thing and she was lighthearted about it.

6. Frantic; adj; desperate or wild with excitement, passion, fear, pain, etc.; неистовый, безумный. The Indians knew enough of English to understand this frantic cry.

7. Indecipherable [индесайферебл]; adj; not understandable, incomprehensible; неразборчивый. His edits often were indecipherable, mysterious marks on the side of the page.

8. Devastate; verb; to lay waste, render desolate; опустошать, разрушать, расстроить. The invaders devastated the city.

9. Mull; verb; to think about carefully; обдумывать. A group of friends gathers to mull over what to do with a day off.

10. Stun; verb; to shock, overwhelm; ошеломлять. The world was stunned by the attempted assassination.

11. Subsidiary; adj; serving to assist or supplement, auxiliary, supplementary; вспомогательный. Rolls Royce Motor Cars is a subsidiary of BMW, who makes the engines.

12. Neat; adj; in a pleasingly orderly and clean condition; аккуратный. Her room is as neat and pretty as can be.

13. Onrush; noun; a strong forward rush, flow, etc.; наплыв, натиск. We sprang from rock to rock and evaded the onrush of the foaming waves.

14. Stack; noun; a more or less orderly pile or heap; куча, груда. Do you really are going to read that stack of books piled beside your bed?

15. Peruse [перуз]; verb; to read through with thoroughness or care, to scan or browse; просматривать. The shoppers perused the magazines near the cash register while waiting to check out.

16. Jot; verb; to write or mark down quickly or briefly (usually followed by down); кратко записывать. Jot down his license number.

17. Delight; noun; a high degree of pleasure or enjoyment; восторг. She takes great delight in her job.

18. Glow; noun; a light emitted by or as if by a substance heated to luminosity; свечение. Look in the mirror and see the glow in your face.

19. Halfhearted [хафхартид]; adj; having or showing little enthusiasm; нерешительный, несмелый, равнодушный. He had a halfhearted attempt to work.

20. Fraternity; noun; a group of persons associated by or as if by ties of brotherhood; братство. We sense the call of the human heart for fellowship, fraternity, and cooperation.