In The Midst Of Drawing... I Just Had The Urge

What does the arab in your carrd mean? Is it like afab and amab?

.. i’m palestinian

A master post of Thomas Romain’s art tutorials.

There’s not enough space to post all of them, SO here’s links to everything he has posted (on twitter) so far : 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12. 

Now that new semesters have started, I thought people might need these. Enjoy your lessons!

i may be a piece of shit but i’ve genuinely never sent anon hate and i wear that as a mark of pride 

Currently, I am trying to figure out how to color hair but even after, somewhat, finishing this piece, I still have no clue how haha.

btw, this is from The Dark History of the Reincarnated Villainess. Below is the illustration I used as reference.

Dippin’ sauce from Gravity Falls!

And you guys may notice a few (a lot, actually) mistakes in the background and that is because I really had a hard time drawing it, that’s why these effects cover those mistakes (mostly).

a snippet from an upcoming fic of Harry and friends playing with a ouija board, talking to an entity that calls itself V 

Harry sighs. “It isn’t real, Lav—” 

“But what if it is?” Parvati asks, interrupting. “What if V can prove it?” 

Harry raises one eyebrow. “How?” 

Parvati purses her lips. Then her eyes light up with an idea. “Ask the board something V could only know if it was telling the truth.” 

Harry hesitates. It’d have to be something that none of his friends know, otherwise they’d no doubt influence the answer. 

Finally, he thinks of something.  

“Alright then, V,” he says, keeping his voice steady, “how did my parents die?” 

For a long moment, the planchette doesn’t move; then it does. 

‘M,’ ‘U,’ ‘R,’ ‘D,’ ‘E,’ ‘R.’ 

Harry stares down at it, and he feels an absurd urge to laugh. When he looks up from the board, he sees Lavender has gone pale. Parvati looks uncomfortable. Ginny leans her head on his shoulder. 

“Is it true?” Luna asks. 

Harry lets out a shuddering breath. He knew it was fake. He knew it. But still, there had been some small part of him that’d wondered… Well. Not anymore. 

“No,” he says, “it isn’t. My parents died in a car crash.”

by Harrisad25

Her name was Anastasia Carina Evans. She was a freak according to her aunt and a demon according to the matron at her orphanage. They tried to beat her down to keep her soft and quiet after all that is an omegas place, but she was not born to be quiet and soft she was made to bring the world to its knees and she would.

Not really good at summaries but read the story it’ll be good I promise.

Words: 6633, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Underage

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Harry Potter, Death (Harry Potter)

Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Neville Longbottom/Draco Malfoy, Regulus Black/Luna Lovegood, Cho Chang/Cedric Diggory, Angelina Johnson/Fred Weasley, Alicia Spinnet/George Weasley, Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley, Hermione Granger/Viktor Krum, Sirius Black/Severus Snape, Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks, Orion Black/Walburga Black, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy, Cygnus Black/Druella Rosier Black, Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Rodolphus Lestrange, Andromeda Black/ Barty Crouch jr., Abraxas Malfoy/ Daphne Greengrass

Additional Tags: Dark Lord Harry Potter, Female Harry Potter, Sane Tom Riddle, Possessive Tom Riddle, BAMF Harry Potter, Business Women, Original Character(s), Out of Character, Insanity, Black Family-centric (Harry Potter), Good Malfoy Family (Harry Potter), Good Tom Riddle, Dark Tom Riddle, Seer Luna Lovegood, Master of Death Harry Potter, Death, Overpowered Harry Potter, Alpha Tom Riddle, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Harry Potter, Overpowered Tom Riddle, Professor Tom Riddle, Dark Lord Tom Riddle, Prophecy, Alpha Harry

Apparently asshole cannot be removed from anywhere

Greek Mythology: Unfortunately, Zeus was horny.

Norse Mythology: Unfortunately, Loki was bored.

Egyptian Mythology: Unfortunately, Set was envious.

Japanese Mythology: Unfortunately, Susanoo was rude.

Journal Entry_VEGASPETE

“Someday, judgment will come to you,” Pete hisses.

The drag of chains from the movement of his shackled hands clang loudly in the quiet of the room. And he, the devil himself, only smiled sweetly at this. Dark eyes crinkled in delight as his lips stretched into a beautiful smile with white fangs dangerously glinting behind.

“And no hell will ever accept you,” he finishes, venom coating his words as his eyes glare at the other in the dim lights of the room.

To this, the evil incarnate only laughs. Puffs of breath sensually intertwine with his low-timbred voice. A beautiful laugh, really. If only it wasn’t from someone so despicable as Vegas.

He tilts his head and approaches Pete’s kneeling form, hands raised above and feet bound on its spot. Quickly, the hand roughly clutched his jaw and tilted it, gazing up at the delighted expression plastered on Vegas’ face.

He is amused, Pete nervously concluded.

Shifting, he tries to move away. The chains rattling loudly at his subtle movement. But as he tries to withdraw, the grip tightened. The insides of his cheeks pushing to his teeth, premolars painfully touching the fragile buccal. He gulps, breath harshly leaving parted lips. Eyes diverting anywhere but of the figure casting him in its shadows.

He shivers, like prey, and he, the apex predator, pounces.

 Bending down at him with his vice grip, allowing no room for escape, he whispers, “Good.” Vegas’ face draws closer to his, round eyes unable to meet the sharp gaze. The pounding of Pete’s heart is loud in his ears as he forcefully moves away, but the hold, the fucking grip, on him doesn’t allow it.

“Khun Veg—”

“I only want you to accept me.”

Pete sucks a harsh breath. Wide eyes focused onto Vegas while he shivers at the words.

This cannot be real, his mind echoes. But with the half-lidded gaze so focused on him, he felt untethered in his panic. 

Oh my god, this shit cannot be happening.

Wide eyes rove anywhere but Vegas, trying to find a way out of this nightmare. Because if this is reality, Pete believes death to be the better option.

“Don’t worry, Pete.” 

His exhales warm Pete’s jaw as it crept slowly towards his neck. Painful grip, loosening to gently caress his cheek, but despite of its softness, he can feel it dominating his senses. And Pete wills himself to move away.

“I won’t hurt you.”

Still frozen, he can feel his chest rapidly expanding and deflating. His eyes darting from one corner of the room to the other as his mind scream for his mobility.

“Unless, you want me to.”

He moves.