Fate is cruel, don't call me faker.: tenacityx replied to your photo: 25xx———————————————————|| I suppose...

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This was really interesting to read! Such a complex relationship (yet quite sad too!) I’m now very curious to see how it all works out overtime :] (But is it bad I was disappointed there wasn’t a link to…

It’s really developed nicely as a story! I’m absolutely enthralled with them now that you’ve explained their relationship more, too. And even with recent events…I hope it continues to develop some more! Though, I’m honestly interested in all the RPs you haven’t posted the summary talked about XD their story seems complex and just find i it such an interesting read!

And you’ve now made me such a fangirl for the pairing now, too… XD I feel so bad for Copy X and now really want him to get what he wants and be haaaaappy! At least EVENTUALLY (cause the drama is an enjoyable read too~!)

But still, he needs a happy ending, that sort of leads to something like THIS:

*shotshotshot*

Hahahah, can you tell you’ve got me fangirling? XD I couldn’t resist….

Either way I look forward to more of your updates! I always enjoy your RP posts and your art~! :D

(And YES, be sure to link me if you do draw something like that, hehee~ >v>)


I really, really like sunset colour pallets at the moment. And I still love this pairing too… ;v;

I really, really like sunset colour pallets at the moment. And I still love this pairing too… ;v;


truffledots:

Oooo this is really pretty! I love your colouring style! : D I don’t think there’s anything wrong with the face, she looks really cute!

Aww thank you, I’m glad you think so! >///<
There’s just something that seems off to me about it, maybe I’m just thinking too much idk OTL

I think all artists “over think” their art, and then start seeing mistakes or things they think are wrong, but aren’t actually. Sort of like when you stare at a word too long the spelling doesn’t look right anymore XD And I guess when making a picture we do stare at it for a long while, so it’s probably the same thing happening. I don’t think there’s anything to worry about though, cause it definitely looks good to me~! <3 Super adorable too!


"INFJs are deeply concerned about their relations with individuals as well as the state of humanity at large. They are, in fact, sometimes mistaken for extroverts because they appear so outgoing and are so genuinely interested in people — a product of the Feeling function they most readily show to the world. On the contrary, INFJs are true introverts, who can only be emotionally intimate and fulfilled with a chosen few from among their long-term friends, family, or obvious “soul mates.” While instinctively courting the personal and organizational demands continually made upon them by others, at intervals INFJs will suddenly withdraw into themselves, sometimes shutting out even their intimates. This apparent paradox is a necessary escape valve for them, providing both time to rebuild their depleted resources and a filter to prevent the emotional overload to which they are so susceptible as inherent “givers.” As a pattern of behavior, it is perhaps the most confusing aspect of the enigmatic INFJ character to outsiders, and hence the most often misunderstood — particularly by those who have little experience with this rare type."


"Sexual modesty cannot then in any simple way be identified with the use of clothing, nor shamelessness with the absence of clothing and total or partial nakedness. There are circumstances in which total nakedness is not immodest….Nakedness as such is not to be equated with physical shamelessness. Immodesty is only present when nakedness plays a negative role with regard to the value of the person…The human body is not in itself shameful, nor for the same reasons are sensual reactions, and human sensuality in general. Shamelessness (just like shame and modesty) is a function of the interior of the individual."
Pope John Paul II

Really old sketch that I randomly coloured today. 
The &#8216;sunset&#8217; colour scheme is now my favourite, I think~

Really old sketch that I randomly coloured today. 

The ‘sunset’ colour scheme is now my favourite, I think~


Diddaly doo~: LOVE YOUR CHARACTERS, EVERYONE

whore4blues:

Have you ever found your old drawings. Like in a notebook or an old storage device? Then you remember all these thinks and you cant help but smile?

<WARNING SOBSTORY AHEAD>

Ah….I just found a comic I drew when I was in the middle of school if say I was around 14 or 15 at the time. I read…

I love hearing that this happens to other artists too when they stumble across old art! I mentioned to Piney recently that I’m always chiding my college friends over throwing art away or hating their old art. Maybe it is flawed, but you know its old so what’s the problem? To me its as important as a photograph of your life; in a way that’s exactly what it is. Even if the art/story is OH-SO BAD its still a wonderful memory and its one of the important “stepping stones” that lead a person to where they are now as an artist, as well as with life in general. I really encourage artists to view things that way, when I look back at old art I usually remember how happy I was drawing it, and then the picture helps me remember so many things about the time it was drawn, its very nostalgic. Its great to see how far you’ve come, its also proof that sticking at it means you’re going to keep on improving, so it should be a positive, encouraging thing to look at your old art. Old art is a lovely thing and it should be cherished no matter what!


MEGAMAN FANFIC: Pre RMZ [Elf Wars]; Omega/X [yaoi]
Those smoldering eyes, both intimidating and seductive. Both familiar yet foreign. Under that gaze confusion and fascination took over and kept him in place.But even if he had all his senses right now, X wouldn&#8217;t&#8230;couldn&#8217;t recoil from the blonde in front of him. By staying still and ready to surrender his affection, his body, his senses to the broader male he could assure peace. At least, for a short while.Obtaining peace, like he had countless times before, always involved sacrifice, and right now, this wasn&#8217;t much different.However to see the form before him, stripped of it&#8217;s massive, armor, the figure instead resembling the one X loved most only birthed mixed feelings. If it weren&#8217;t for those serpent, red eyes X would&#8217;ve been able to trick himself that the one before him&#8212;the one he was submitting to&#8212;was his beloved Zero&#8230;&#8230;and not Omega.Trepidation made it impossible to maintain steady breath, not as the demonic blonde stepped close. X broke eye contact as a hand brushed so tenderly against his cheek. Both hands cupped his face momentarily, the blonde purring as he leaned in close, the gems of their helmets making contact. Those hands slipped further back, unlatching and discarding the X&#8217;s helmet to release those brown locks.X cringed, feeling that warm breath against his cheek as the blonde sighed, one hand combing through short, russet hair while the other snaked around the smaller male&#8217;s waist, drawing his body closer.   &#8221;You&#8217;re perfect,&#8221; he cooed, his voice as affectionate and intimidating as those red eyes gazing so hungrily at him. Those lips seemed to inch closer to his, and X could only tense as remaining distance simply dissolved.It was so gentle, unexpectedly so, the way those lips softy grazed his own. Yet, the action didn&#8217;t lack the passion, the desire the other so clearly expressed. Omega&#8217;s tongue snaked out to trace the rim of X&#8217;s mouth, the action slow, almost teasing. Yet X shuddered, closing his eyes at the way Omega moaned against his lips. Hunger, the predatory Reploid expressed such hunger for him. The kiss becoming firmer as hands ran down X&#8217;s slender form, insistent yet soft soft contact trailing his sides to the subtle curve of his hips. X stiffened as those daring hands massaged his hips, the touch audaciously close to where his pelvic armor could be unlatched.A muffled noise escaped in protest, but parting his lips to do so only let Omega invade his mouth further, tongue caressing X&#8217;s ever-so sensually.Regretfully, X had opened his eyes. The intent to glare lost to those alluring red orbs locked on him. Arms wrapped around him again, drawing him against them, holding him close. X felt the lips against him own curve into a smirk when the sudden, strong hold had him shudder against the blonde.He had tried to keep his breathing even, but X ended up gasping come a short respite when Omega released his lips. Those ever enchanting eyes stayed locked on him, that triumphant smirk lingering. Trapped under that gaze, still encased in a strong hold, X felt so&#8230;weak. Omega leaned forward, nipping at the brunette&#8217;s lower lip before softly suckling on it. Crimson eyes locked on him, enchanting him. Omega released his lip to lick across it with his tongue slowly. Affection, Omega&#8217;s sweet affection only tortured him, and X would&#8217;ve drawn away if he could. But he enforced his own submission, let the blonde steal his lips, Omega invading that sweet mouth without a sign of resistance. To have X left in surrender to him, it was utterly enthralling. Such enthrall leaked to the brunette through that kiss, that deep, searing kiss becoming so deceptively gentle, loving. This torture was disgustingly sweet, horribly so. Arms trapped him and lips crushed against him, full of so much fever&#8212;desire&#8212;as the kiss became a bruising dominance X couldn&#8217;t keep up with.Omega pulled him closer still, trapping the Reploid in his arms. X wasn&#8217;t terrified, he was antsy, and the realization confused him. Somehow this disgusting little indenture, it&#8217;d become titillating. He didn&#8217;t fight a hand tipping his head back, he didn&#8217;t fight Omega&#8217;s advance at all. There was so much passion, so much danger in his kiss, all of it ravishing X through a powerful, mind shattering kiss. Yet, all X was aware of as it finished was the soft, slowed end to the kiss before lips finally withdrew.To be released, to open his eyes again was dizzying, and that condescending, triumphant smirk seemed to weaken him more.That weakness had gone to his limbs, because when Omega let go X found it hard to stand. That smirk almost seemed more like a smile; a tender, doting smile as those ever-alluring eyes stayed transfixed on his, Omega taking X&#8217;s hand to raise it to his lips.  &#8221;Now wasn&#8217;t that easy?&#8221; Omega grinned. &#8220;The things you do for your little humans.&#8221;  &#8221;O-Omega&#8230;&#8221; How had he left his so breathless, so&#8230;shaken?   &#8221;I know,&#8221; Omega didn&#8217;t need X&#8217;s reminder, he&#8217;d keep his promise. &#8220;But you make me wonder what else you&#8217;ll give for them.&#8221;He&#8217;d give anything. Everything.And the smirk Omega upheld confirmed he knew&#8230;Knew and was more than happy to abuse it.

MEGAMAN FANFIC: Pre RMZ [Elf Wars]; Omega/X [yaoi]


Those smoldering eyes, both intimidating and seductive. Both familiar yet foreign. Under that gaze confusion and fascination took over and kept him in place.

But even if he had all his senses right now, X wouldn’t…couldn’t recoil from the blonde in front of him. By staying still and ready to surrender his affection, his body, his senses to the broader male he could assure peace. At least, for a short while.

Obtaining peace, like he had countless times before, always involved sacrifice, and right now, this wasn’t much different.

However to see the form before him, stripped of it’s massive, armor, the figure instead resembling the one X loved most only birthed mixed feelings. If it weren’t for those serpent, red eyes X would’ve been able to trick himself that the one before him—the one he was submitting to—was his beloved Zero…

…and not Omega.

Trepidation made it impossible to maintain steady breath, not as the demonic blonde stepped close. X broke eye contact as a hand brushed so tenderly against his cheek. Both hands cupped his face momentarily, the blonde purring as he leaned in close, the gems of their helmets making contact. Those hands slipped further back, unlatching and discarding the X’s helmet to release those brown locks.

X cringed, feeling that warm breath against his cheek as the blonde sighed, one hand combing through short, russet hair while the other snaked around the smaller male’s waist, drawing his body closer. 

  ”You’re perfect,” he cooed, his voice as affectionate and intimidating as those red eyes gazing so hungrily at him. Those lips seemed to inch closer to his, and X could only tense as remaining distance simply dissolved.

It was so gentle, unexpectedly so, the way those lips softy grazed his own. Yet, the action didn’t lack the passion, the desire the other so clearly expressed. Omega’s tongue snaked out to trace the rim of X’s mouth, the action slow, almost teasing. Yet X shuddered, closing his eyes at the way Omega moaned against his lips. Hunger, the predatory Reploid expressed such hunger for him. The kiss becoming firmer as hands ran down X’s slender form, insistent yet soft soft contact trailing his sides to the subtle curve of his hips. X stiffened as those daring hands massaged his hips, the touch audaciously close to where his pelvic armor could be unlatched.

A muffled noise escaped in protest, but parting his lips to do so only let Omega invade his mouth further, tongue caressing X’s ever-so sensually.

Regretfully, X had opened his eyes. The intent to glare lost to those alluring red orbs locked on him. Arms wrapped around him again, drawing him against them, holding him close. X felt the lips against him own curve into a smirk when the sudden, strong hold had him shudder against the blonde.

He had tried to keep his breathing even, but X ended up gasping come a short respite when Omega released his lips. Those ever enchanting eyes stayed locked on him, that triumphant smirk lingering. Trapped under that gaze, still encased in a strong hold, X felt so…weak. 

Omega leaned forward, nipping at the brunette’s lower lip before softly suckling on it. Crimson eyes locked on him, enchanting him. Omega released his lip to lick across it with his tongue slowly. Affection, Omega’s sweet affection only tortured him, and X would’ve drawn away if he could. But he enforced his own submission, let the blonde steal his lips, Omega invading that sweet mouth without a sign of resistance. To have X left in surrender to him, it was utterly enthralling

Such enthrall leaked to the brunette through that kiss, that deep, searing kiss becoming so deceptively gentle, loving. This torture was disgustingly sweet, horribly so. Arms trapped him and lips crushed against him, full of so much fever—desire—as the kiss became a bruising dominance X couldn’t keep up with.

Omega pulled him closer still, trapping the Reploid in his arms. X wasn’t terrified, he was antsy, and the realization confused him. Somehow this disgusting little indenture, it’d become titillating. He didn’t fight a hand tipping his head back, he didn’t fight Omega’s advance at all. There was so much passion, so much danger in his kiss, all of it ravishing X through a powerful, mind shattering kiss. 

Yet, all X was aware of as it finished was the soft, slowed end to the kiss before lips finally withdrew.

To be released, to open his eyes again was dizzying, and that condescending, triumphant smirk seemed to weaken him more.

That weakness had gone to his limbs, because when Omega let go X found it hard to stand. 

That smirk almost seemed more like a smile; a tender, doting smile as those ever-alluring eyes stayed transfixed on his, Omega taking X’s hand to raise it to his lips.

  ”Now wasn’t that easy?” Omega grinned. “The things you do for your little humans.”

  ”O-Omega…” How had he left his so breathless, so…shaken? 

  ”I know,” Omega didn’t need X’s reminder, he’d keep his promise. “But you make me wonder what else you’ll give for them.”

He’d give anything. Everything.

And the smirk Omega upheld confirmed he knew…

Knew and was more than happy to abuse it.


Fabulous: okaaaay

fabulousdebbie:

I looked up the meaning of “cis” and I’m like “da fuq?!”

Why do we need a specific term for being the same gender since being born?

I mean, who the hell cares even. As if this were something special of which one should be proud or ashamed.

I mean why should I even care about the gender of a…

THIS. 100% my opinion too. I’m also sick of the mindset that if you’re apart of a minority group you automatically have life harder than someone apart of a ‘majority’ group. They want equality but they’re the ones putting up barriers (or worsening existing barriers) by enforcing labeling. “Straight girl” and “lesbian girl”, okay, unless sex is within the ball game I don’t think that should matter. It sure doesn’t come up on my radar as something to think about or worry about. I once went to a college friend’s party, she introduced me to her highschool friends and instantly a guy tells me he was gay. Firstly, it was damn obvious anyway, but the main issue is why did he have to tell me? I didn’t care. They complain we’re afraid of being hit on by a gay/lesbian but he was doing the exact same thing. Assuming just because I was straight I’d hit on him. Instantly he put up a division. We weren’t just ‘people’ in the room together meeting for the first time. But nope, we have to separate ourselves by sexuality. I had been pre-warned that some of her friends hated straights. (you want us to not hate you but you’re free to hate us? Hahah, things don’t work like that). And sure enough there was a bunch of lesbian girls at the party that would NOT talk to me and several others for being straight females (not that we’d said anything, but I’m guessing they knew cause my friend would’ve told her about us). They gave us dirty looks and avoided us like the plague. We’d approach a group to talk and mingle (that’s what you do at a party) but nope, they’d shut up instantly and then walk off. What was the hate for?? You want us to treat you equally, be supportive of giving you marriage rights but you’re playing a onesided game? You want respect, give respect too and don’t cause the divisions yourself. I’ve never cared for someone’s gender or sexuality, nor do I care if someone did a gender change or even cross dressed. Its only something to care for if a sexual relationship is wanted.

With that as one example I’m noticing heaps of hate for majority groups, and this denial that ANY person can have things tough in life or go through trauma. I’m sorta miffed at the pro-weight feminists that are everywhere nowadays. My life is so much better apparently because I’m skinny and they’re literately saying that skinny people can’t complain cause life was not hard for them. Cause y’know, weight and sexuality are the only things that define whether a person suffers in life or not. Really, these people need to get over themselves and their desperate need to ‘belong’ and get sympathy for what they think is a hard life. I’m sorry but if you got bullied at school your life was hard for that, bullying, not for your sexuality, even if that may have provoked it. Your suffering is from situation, not from defining traits. You were just unlucky to run into certain people who were looking for a reason to hate you and exert authority; they were gonna get you on anything, even if it wasn’t your sexuality it’d be something else. Cause as you said, even if everyone stopped caring about sexuality people will still look for ways to isolate and hate others. 

And also, I didn’t know what the word ‘cis’ was either, it kept popping up on tumblr though and I wondered what it meant. Now I know :P But I guess the need for the word is proof a lot of people within these minorities are equally to blame for the division by putting labels that group people and separate us further from the simple title of “human”.


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