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sibmakesart · 1 month
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6 years difference :o
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asleepinawell · 3 months
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get loved little guy
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xamaxenta · 1 year
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Two pages or one?
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Me: //brushing up on my old Paperhat fanfics to make sure I'm getting details right for the new one//
Me @ my past readers:
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iwaasfairy · 1 year
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siscon isagi 😵‍💫😵‍💫
SiSCON ISAGI! Say it loUDer for people in the back!!!! Isagi is the type of big brother you don’t pay no mind about him teasing you and hugging and kissing until you have a boyfriend and he’s just unreasonably short and mean to him. He wasn’t gonna be overbearing and all, but what do you think you’re doing??
tw incest, choking, blackmail, noncon
contains isagi yoichi x fem!reader
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The door shuts with a quiet click. Push it for good measure, take a breath, let it out. It's the sliver of quiet. Before you whirl around and stomp down to the living room, and glare under your eyebrows as Yoichi plops himself back down into the couch. When you don’t get a response, you kick his shin and he grimaces. “What’s your deal?!”
“What’s my deal,” you repeat, voice already shooting up too high, “really?!” You resist the urge to put your hands on your hips, lest he comment on it, and allow yourself to imagine pummeling his stupid arms blue for being the way he is. "What's your deal with my boyfriend?!"
"Pff," the noiret dares to roll his eyes, as if it didn't mean anything when he basically shoulder tapped him every time walking by, like some moronic dick measuring contest. How he cut off every other sentence with a short comment and a sneer. You know your brother, and you know he knows better. Should know better, at least. "Oh, spare me. If you didn't want me to give my honest thoughts, you shouldn't have brought him home."
"My boyfriend is-"
"Your 'boy friend' is a dick. He's an arrogant pretty boy, and can't keep his fucking hands to himself. Mom thinks so too! He's a joke." His eyes are strangely distant. You barely recognize the person sitting in front of you when he glares. "I'm not gonna fight you on it."
"You don't know that, niichan!"
"I do fucking know. Better than you do, apparently. How dense are you?" He then puts on a mockingly high pitched voice, swinging his hands like a schoolgirl. "'Kei kun, come here. Kei kun, show mom how good you are at photography. Kei kun, come kiss me again.' It's ridiculous."
Your well-spoken, quiet mother blanks from her uncomfortable seat at the dinner table to give you a stunned look, and you can't help but take steps closer until you can jam your finger into his forehead and grit your teeth. You know better too, than to poke until your brother retaliates. Because you were always more fiery than he was, but his quiet, calculated nature isn't any less hard-headed.
"I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, but you don't have some moronic territory claim on our house. And you don't have some stupid say on who I see either. And you don't have to like him. Because he's my boyfriend." Your mom only starts cleaning off the table when you both don't make any sign of slowing down. "Mom?" you beg though, as your brother wraps his hand around your wrist to tug hard and move you back a few steps.
Ever since getting his growth spurt, there's a glint in his eyes that- scares you, sometimes. Like he'd gladly burn you down to the ground. You used to get away with anything— but lately, you're not so sure.
"Yo-chan, please-" your mom tries, and is promptly cut off by the way he gets up and goes to stand almost forehead to forehead with you, azure blues hard and narrowed.
"Do it again. I dare you," he mumbles, jaw tight, as the air between you two becomes thick enough to cut it with a knife. You try to pull your hand back, but he resists with too much ease. "If you wanna have the fight, we'll have the fucking fight." You are dragged behind him before you can even say anything back, and your mom puts aside the plates to glance between the two of you. She calls his name again, but he only pauses for a second.
"I - I just want talk this out. I'll be- civil." When you get down the hall and to is room, most of your heat has now seeped out of your body, suddenly aware that if you really pissed him off, neither you or your mother would be able to do anything. And you aren't scared of him, you're really not, but— fighting sounds a lot less appealing when it's just you and him in a closed room.
"Yo niichan—" He slams you up against the door before you can get another word out, trapped between his taller, stronger body, and the door. And his long fingers are a little too comfortable wrapping around your throat and squeezing just enough to make your eyes widen and the pressure to itch your lungs.
He has a ghost of a smile on his lips as he forces his solid thigh between your legs, and gets too close to your face. "Don't start again. I want you to listen." His eyes flutter for a second, before he dips his head. And warm lips find yours and push and push until you can't get him away from you. He pulls back with a little puff, and licks his lips. "That guy is an ass. And not for you. I know, because I've seen how much he asks you for pictures."
Your hands are fisted into his sweater by his shoulders, like stone, in pure shock as you stare into his eyes and he does it again— kisses you again. You grab his face to push away with more purpose this time, but he doesn't move an inch before he turns you around and pushes you back to the door instead, and crowds against your back.
"And if you don't want everyone to see them," the way he pushes himself against you is all too much crotch and - hardening cock- as he brushes his lips along the shell of your ear, "you'll listen to your big brother."
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thatonegeekygirl · 1 year
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torra-does-stuff · 2 months
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Day 4 + 5: Fire Spears and Fire Eggs
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So, I’ll be completely honest with you guys. Im not very happy about this. Today’s been stressful as hell and i honestly rushed this out… but
i thought it was a good opportunity to learn procreate a tad bit more. and, of course, mess around with the fire part of these items
fire spears have this cool as hell flame design to their ends, and though they make no sense when thrown, theyre really cool
and fire eggs are an interesting item lore wise… edible void fluid. yummy
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kidfoundonstreets · 7 months
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changeling-fae · 9 days
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Since the upgrade to FO4 is happening soon, here are my old moodboards.
Nick Valentine’s moodboard was actually my very first moodboard I ever made.
For ocs, we have:
Shelly Quirke - retired cat burglar
Bonnie Hart - retired nightclub singer
Sadie Starr - retired mechanic from Nuka-World
Alice Winter - Eddie Winter’s estranged daughter
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yowlthinks · 15 days
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Some mornings I wake up and want to cry. I am exhausted, it is quarter to six and I would love to keep sleeping but my toddler is awake and full of energy so I slog downstairs, leaving everyone else to sleep. This happens every single day with the variety being the actual wake-up: sometimes it is earlier, sometimes I can even get to a little past 6. Sometimes I get up through the night too...
I deal with the evenings too, of course, and on weekends I am mostly there too. And I know children are only this small for a short period of time, and I enjoy spending time with them.
But I am also approaching critically low battery level. I need some sort of downtime, but at home, because I have so much stuff to do. But my days start with getting the kids ready, then work and then immediately dealing with kids again, there is hardly any downtime, and it is taking a toll on me and my health. Like physical health: I can see I look bad, and ai am somehow gaining weight, while I need to loose 20kg to feel myself, to like myself again.
The problem is, I don't know how to rebalance it all. I want to go to the gym, but by the time the kids are down and the key chores are done it is 9pm or even later, and I am exhausted, and operating on 5h of sleep is not easy. I am underslept, so my willpower is not great and I crave carbs (which is probably where the problems start).
I try to make sure my partner gets enough sleep, if I am already awake, what is the point of waking up someone else. I feel like I need to somehow plan time specifically to myself, but then... well, it is not very fair, is it? There are times when I take one or the other child to classes, so my partner is looking after the other. It is not like he is having some free time exactly, so I feel bad asking for time just by myself.
I am trying to figure out why I need this and my partner doesn't. I mean, he has the office commute, I wfh. He seems to be ok, while I am on the verge of tears and feel totally out of it. And the problem is, the more tired I am, the less I delegate and the more I try to crawl through it, what happens is that I try to withdraw more, which means others take more space, which means I feel cornered. It's a viscious circle, and I am trying to remember what the therapist said before they stopped my sessions nearly 2 years ago. The little recharging breaks like watching even half an episode of a series at lunchbreak come to mind. But my lunchbreaks lately are... well, taken over by work or I feel too guilty or too impatient, I have no idea why.
Many people here in NL take a 4 day week with a paycut (and less holidays), spend one more day with their kids instead of taking them to daycare or aftershock care. I feel like I have no capacity for this, with an already super-tight budget and the bare minimum of holidays, and already giving the kids all my spare time. I know a lot of people have it way harder, and I have no idea how you guys are doing this.
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sparkiekong · 4 months
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I don't normally do affirmations or resolutions... they always tend to break... and then I feel poorly for it. So this year...2024...
I'ma "DO BETTER"... whatever it is that I'm working on... whatever I'm doing... whatever it is that I'm learning.... whatever it is that I'm feeling... that's what I'm gonna do... is try to do better.... be better.
DO BETTER... that's it. So simple yet so complicated. I hope you all do better this year too.
Maya Angelou said it more eloquently so I'll leave this here...
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mehilaiselokuva · 8 months
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Off-topic post: spot all the spelling mistakes from this box of juice! 😭
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This isn't my normal content but just look at this!
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dovartkiin · 8 months
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Another piece that I’m not stoked about but I figured I’d post
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sleepkey · 8 months
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theanoninyourinbox · 8 months
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Important Question
I was thinking of doing those over, maybe fitting in the Cat Therapy and the Cat divorce.
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diogenescynic2288 · 3 months
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Avril Lavigne is a rock frontwoman who deserves to be taken as seriously as any other rock frontwoman.
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