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amanduurr:

So since my bike got stolen I figured rather than mope about it any longer I’d open commissions to get a new one!

I’ll draw pretty much anything (feel free to ask!), the prices are as specified above. Complex backgrounds are going to cost more depending on how detailed you want them, but I’m pretty flexible with the price.

I use my bike to get around every day and I really don’t know what to do without it, so I’d like to get a new one asap. Any help is super appreciated, thank you in advance!

EDIT: forgot to say that payment is through paypal. Please write me an ask stating what you want for your commission and I’ll let you know the price etc. (I’ll outline a rough sketch, you don’t have to pay until you’re satisfied with the sketch and I’ll finish the rest of the commission after I’ve received the payment)

guapet:

guapet:

quick, someone remind me of what a hellhole deviantart is again so i won’t actually go get an account

but it’s less that i hate the format anymore or that have a big grudge against da (and i do), and more that the artistic commentary is even more inane there, and frequently offensive

I met some nice folks through dA.  When I was getting back into art, I found it motivating. Getting positive feedback can be affirming. Though, if you’re looking for actually critique? Probably not the best place.

I’ve also gotten my fair share of weird/creepy comments, people stealing my art and claiming it’s theirs, and asshats who just want to pick fights. That’s where block comes in handy.

awesomeflotsam:

dorksidefiker replied to your post:This is an invitation

Jono, Angelo, and the totally accidental bleaching of every bit of clothing Jono owns.

It wasn’t that Angelo didn’t think Jono could be intimidating. He was a walking piece of leather and attitude, and he had the uncanny ability of expressing “fuck you” in thirty-seven different ways with just his eyes. That, and Angelo had seen some of the things Jono had done with his powers, either when they were training or actually in a fight, and he didn’t doubt for a second that Jono was up there with Emma and Monet as far as dangerous teammates went.

But it was hard to remind himself of any of that when Jono looked like someone had just stabbed his new puppy right in front of him.

“Look, it’s not…I mean, maybe we can fix this.”

Jono’s hands twitched around the blotchy shirt in his lap.

Maybe not.

It was supposed to have been a prank. Just a simple, harmless little prank, probably followed by lots of “oh, lighten up!” puns. Just a little bleach in the wash when Jono finally crawled out of his dungeon pit to do his laundry. Jubilee, of course, having never actually used bleach in her life (“Have you seen how much color I wear, Angelo? Please.”) didn’t know how much to use even under good circumstances. What had been “just enough to be annoying” very quickly turned into “oh dear God, we’re going to die.”

And then Jubilee had conveniently disappeared into town to see a movie with Paige, leaving Angelo to deal with a more or less literal fire-breathing dragon whose entire wardrobe had been replaced with that of an 80s-era hair band member with poor impulse control and a shaky hand.

“Jono?”

Angelo stepped into the laundry room, brow furrowed, and leaned his hip against the washing machine. Jono sat on the floor exactly where he had been for the past five solid minutes as he sorted through his clothes in search of anything, just one thing, that had survived. When he’d reached the mottled black and dingy white t-shirt at the bottom of the pile, his will to keep searching (along with what appeared to be his will to live) completely left him.

He still hadn’t said anything beyond that initial what the fuck happened.

“Hey, uh, I know this looks bad. But first of all, I’d like to point out that this was all Jubilee’s idea.” Angelo wasn’t the type to throw his friends under the bus, but when that friend bailed on him and left him to take the fall on his own? Different story. “Second, we can totally fix this.”

Did I ever tell you where I got this shirt?

Angelo blinked, then shook his head.

Before I came over here, Morrissey did a surprise show at a pub my band had a gig at. I tripped over my own feet just to get a glimpse of him onstage, and after the show, he stuck around to chat with the other bands playing that night. He gave me this shirt off his back.

“Really?”

No, you idiot. I bought it off the discount rack at a shop. Point is, it’s still my bloody shirt and I still didn’t want it ruined. And this!

Jono yanked a pair of jeans out of the pile in the basket and threw them at Angelo. They landed in a sad pile of bleached black denim at his feet.

What the hell am I supposed to wear now?

“They’re just splotchy, man. It’s not that ba–”

Angelo stopped short at the thirty-eighth variation of fuck you Jono leveled at him.

I am going to kill you both. I am going to strangle you with my worthless jeans, since that’s all they’re bloody well good for now, and then I’m going to hang you outside my door as a warning to everyone else.

“You wouldn’t. I’m too cute for that.”

Jono held up a dark gray sock that hadn’t escaped the bleach assault, either. His eyes narrowed accusingly, prompting Angelo to take a half step backwards.

“You’ve had those socks forever. Look, they got holes in them and everything. They need to be put out to pasture anyway.”

With alarming calmness, Jono picked up another pair of recently created acid wash jeans and stretched one leg of the pants between his hands to test the fabric’s strength. When he looked up, Angelo was almost certain he saw a curious twitch in Jono’s left eye.

Run, Angelo.

I was tagged by gladrial .

No particular order as I’d find them impossible to rank anyhow.

Chamber (X-Men/Generation X)

2) Joker (Batman)

3) Data (Star Trek: The Next Generation)

4) Hades- (Hercules)

5) Jane Lane (Daria)

6) Jareth (The Labyrinth)

7) Sally the Ragdoll (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

8) Beetlejuice -um, same.

9) Morgana McCawber (Darkwing Duck)

10) Puck (Gargoyles)

I will tag but please don’t feel pressured to do this if you’re not interested. Also, if I didn’t tag you and you want to do it- you should!

joasakura:

blithefool : “Eeee! Okay, I feel like this is gonna get dark but how about ‘When was the last time you murdered someone?”

Ric felt personally responsible for each failed jump, each dimensional shift that wasn’t home. He was picturing home, goddamnit, picturing their shitty room in that shitty funeral home with the dirty socks and the food he knew ‘Star hoarded in the dresser. He could smell it, could feel it, and whatever demon-shit-magic that had punted him and ‘Star to mojoworld, had barred the gates home.

He felt responsible because if he could just anchor them right, ‘Star wouldn’t be throwing up after every jump. Wouldn’t be  wiping what looked suspiciously like blood out of his scruffy, half-kept beard as he squared his shoulders and tried to give Ric what he thought was a reassuring smile (he’d never mastered that, despite all the changes he’d gone through, ‘Star was still the worst liar he’d ever met, and he was grateful for that)

This place was better than some, worse than others, and they’d spent the last several hours dodging some jackbooted, totalitarian thugs.  In the shadows of the alley, Ric pushed ‘Star behind the dumpster. “I’ll take care of them.” He whispered, hands shaking with more than the subtle tremors of his powers. “You just rest, ok, babe?”

“Julio.” ‘Star stroked his fingers through Rictor’s hair and drew their faces close. “When was the last time you murdered someone?”

“…’Star..” Rictor tried to pull away, but ‘Star held him fast.

“If you try to delay them with your powers it’ll just draw more of them here.” ‘Star whispered with a little smile.

“You know I can turn a human into custard with those powers, right?” Ric scoffed, his snort cut short as ‘Star lightly headbutted him.

“You haven’t been a killer yet. I’m not going to let you become one now.” He pressed a kiss to Ric’s forehead, stubble rasping painfully across sweaty skin. “Let me do what I was trained for. Let me protect you.”

“You don’t have to! I’m perfectly capable of…” Ric paused. (Of killing. Like you are. Of course I am. I have to be)

‘Star pushed past him, blades rasping from his sleeves. “Just watch my back, mi amor.” He smiled with a little shake of his head. “I’ll be done before you know it.”