Drawing a Blank

Meanwhile, in an alternate universe… (submitted by tigersniper)

CROW’S NOTE: For some reference, this is in response to an RP situation that never got further than some snogging. And then this delightful thing showed up in my inbox. NSFW!

Seeing that the programmer needed the ego boost, Sebastian abandoned all thoughts of walking away from the situation and curled a hand around the back of his neck instead, pulling him in for another slow, deep kiss. As his tongue slid against the other man’s, exploring every warm contour of his mouth, the sniper’s fingers unhooked from Donnie’s belt, instead pulling it loose and unfastening it before they moved up and under his shirt.

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missjtumbles: bechnokid: kelbremdusk: Excuse me, what? Now this just makes me sad. WAT. Cartons? Weird request, but okay. Bran is my morning spirit animal. Grumpy, disheveled, and suspicious of everything.

missjtumbles:

bechnokid:

kelbremdusk:

Excuse me, what?

Now this just makes me sad.

WAT.

Cartons? Weird request, but okay.

Bran is my morning spirit animal. Grumpy, disheveled, and suspicious of everything.

(Source: artist-confessions)

commanderdudebro: hi me Hey Bran. Hey. Oh sorry, was that your mental state I just crushed? My bad.

commanderdudebro:

hi me

Hey Bran. Hey. Oh sorry, was that your mental state I just crushed? My bad.

(Source: fyeahroleplayingrabbit)

middlemarching: championofpitfalls: deliciouspineapple: Just the thing to think about before I go to sleep. troll or not troll idk I hate to say this because I want to believe these people aren’t real, but this is not the first time I’ve seen posts like this from girls (assuming it’s a girl). They are dead serious, usually yaoi fans, and will openly bash lesbians while claiming to be gay-supportive. What they actually mean is they like ogling pretty boys kissing prettier boys but don’t give a damn about “rights” of anyone except what suits their fantasies.  Made the mistake of pointing out the flaw in logic to one of these girls and she went absolutely batshit on me, claiming lesbians were an abomination because one of them came on to her once and it like traumatized her forever.  Someone found her attractive, but left her alone after she told them she wasn’t interested, and she wished death and discrimination on them forever? And I thought homophobic guys were bad.

middlemarching:

championofpitfalls:

deliciouspineapple:

Just the thing to think about before I go to sleep.

troll or not troll

idk

I hate to say this because I want to believe these people aren’t real, but this is not the first time I’ve seen posts like this from girls (assuming it’s a girl). They are dead serious, usually yaoi fans, and will openly bash lesbians while claiming to be gay-supportive. What they actually mean is they like ogling pretty boys kissing prettier boys but don’t give a damn about “rights” of anyone except what suits their fantasies. 

Made the mistake of pointing out the flaw in logic to one of these girls and she went absolutely batshit on me, claiming lesbians were an abomination because one of them came on to her once and it like traumatized her forever. 

Someone found her attractive, but left her alone after she told them she wasn’t interested, and she wished death and discrimination on them forever? And I thought homophobic guys were bad.

(Source: dumbdeviantart)

submitted by zeowynda

“You are one freaky bitch…” 

The bastard curls his nose, eyeing Ross up and down as if she’s a piece of meat.  That one word is all it takes.  Instinct takes over and Aaron’s hand clenches over his throat, lifting him off his feet and pinning him to the wall.  Ross is yelling but he can’t make it out beyond the roaring in his ears. 

“Don’t EVER talk about her that way again…” he growls.

“Aaron! You’re slipping! Stop!” 

He blinks, glancing at his reflection in a nearby window.  Sure enough, his natural beady black eyes are staring back at him.

Playtime

Because fuck your Tumblr character limits, that’s why.

“And then the huge alien goes on a rampage!” Ross narrates excitedly as she finishes up her town made of building blocks.  She waits a full five seconds on Aaron’s entrance before tapping her foot. “I SAID ‘the alien goes on a rampage!’” 

Aaron shuffles in wearing a scowl.  “I’m always the alien,” he pouts.

Ross cocks her head sideways, honestly confused. “Well you are one. You play the part good!”

But Aaron isn’t satisfied. “I’m getting better at looking like you.  I’ve been practicing! I can be a good human.  I can be good…” he trails off. Ross feels like she should run over and hug her friend since he looks so sad but she can’t figure out why.  And something tells her a hug won’t fix this.  He looks up at her again. “Why can’t you be the alien?”

Ross pauses thoughtfully then leaves the room.   A boulder settles itself in Aaron’s stomach and he loses control of his shape, reverting to normal…whatever normal is for him this week. He feels like kicking over the blocks and destroying her little town like the monster she obviously thinks he is. 

But then Ross pads back into the room wearing a metal mixing bowl on her head and a cardboard box on her shoulders.  “Will this do?” she asks earnestly.  “I can be a good alien too, see?” She stomps down one of the buildings she created with a loud “RAWR!”

Aaron beams, shifting back into his human shape before remembering to flee in pretend terror.

pariahsdream: Actually, that can be explained with ~SCIENCE~ The sketchiness of line art mimics the natural lack of clarity in our peripheral vision. When we look at the real world, our high definition fovea can only focus on a small area at a time. By having a very clean line art, it creates the unnatural feel of high clarity over a large area that’s not possible when we look at real life, therefore line art tends to appear stiff and not as appealing as the sketch. This sketichiness technique was first utilized by impressionists to create an optical illusion of motion (along with other techniques like equiluminance).   Source: Vision and Art: The Biology of Seeing by Margaret Livingston There you see? All of you who never finished a sketch before? You were doing it right all along. Proven by science!  Huh! The more you know.

pariahsdream:

Actually, that can be explained with ~SCIENCE~

The sketchiness of line art mimics the natural lack of clarity in our peripheral vision. When we look at the real world, our high definition fovea can only focus on a small area at a time. By having a very clean line art, it creates the unnatural feel of high clarity over a large area that’s not possible when we look at real life, therefore line art tends to appear stiff and not as appealing as the sketch. This sketichiness technique was first utilized by impressionists to create an optical illusion of motion (along with other techniques like equiluminance).  

Source: Vision and Art: The Biology of Seeing by Margaret Livingston

There you see? All of you who never finished a sketch before? You were doing it right all along. Proven by science!

 Huh! The more you know.

Distraction

Herbalism is a useful art, but unbeknownst to many, quite mentally taxing.  Sure, collecting and mixing the ingredients is easy enough, but concentration is actually required to take bits of dust, leaves from a plant, and combining them with raw power from the Fade to create something that could save a life.

In the Tower, Rosslyn could shut herself in a room away from the chatter of initiates and the squeals and bangs that arose from the apprentices and their “practice”.  Now it was harder.  There was always something else to occupy her mind, always some place else that she needed to go. 

Lately, she had taken to making her supplies in the early morning, far before any one else rose.  She’d usually sit cross legged, bent over her vials and flasks, basking in the early morning light as she went about her work.  No Sa’vunin to grumble about the lack of food, no Bear to nudge her hip for a good hearty ear scratch, no Aemorian to-

A warm hand gently cupped her elbow, sliding down her arms.  Sighing, she cracked an eye open to see swirling designs and arrows gracing the offending hand.  A chin soon settled on her shoulder, breaking her concentration completely.

“Working your ‘magic’, eh?” Aemorian mused.

“Yes. Ha ha. Never heard that one before,” Rosslyn groaned.  She grit her teeth, attempting to pull from her calm center once more.  The lack of response did not faze the archer in the slightest.  He chuckled, no doubt aware of his breath tickling her skin and the effect it was having on her. 

“Can I help you with something?” she ground out, barely containing a growl as she shredded some elfroot leaves a little more violently than was necessary.

“No,” he said simply, barely containing a grin. He leaned in closer until he was completely flush against her back, strands of his unbraided hair spilling over her shoulders.  A sharp intake of air was the only reaction she gave as her hands continued to busy themselves with the task at hand.

More than being flustered, Ross was downright confused.  This was quite uncharacteristic of Aemo; he normally kept to himself and let either her or Sev initiate physical contact.  And then it dawned on her…

“This is payback for all the times that Sa’vunin and I distracted you from your reading, isn’t it?” she huffed, finally admitting defeat as she leaned against him.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” he smirked, smoothing his hands up and down her arms.

“Sure you don’t. Jerk. If either of you gets horribly mangled today, don’t blame me if we run out of salves.”

(Source: dumbdeviantart)

in which there’s appreciation of an Aemo. Possibly with mouth.

It took him years to get his attention. Sa’vunin was of the opinion it was worth it and tried his hardest not to be too jealous of Ross sometimes, the way she just walked in and grabbed him and looked like she didn’t have to work for it and he knew that wasn’t true, wasn’t fair but it made him…

He realised what he needed to do about the same time as Aemorian started withdrawing into himself again. Public affection wasn’t his thing and Aemo knew it, was patient with it and it wasn’t fair on the man to have to take a back seat to his issues for so long.

It took effort but all the best things did. He plucked the book out of Aemo’s hands with gentle fingers, slid into his lap and laughed when he looked poleaxed, like he didn’t know what to do with himself. His palms fit across his jaw like they belonged there as he leaned down, kissed him full on the mouth and spoke quietly, the sound carrying only as far as he’d let it.

“I love you, you know.” It’s simple to say but means more than he thinks he’s allowed it to and there’s that bottom falling out -terror- when Aemo goes still, his hands frozen at the small of his back.

He relaxes in a rush and the arms go around his waist, warm and heavy and all he can do to hold on, ignore the cat calls and  smile like his face is about to break.