i just want to lie down and dieeeee
so wait can I send stupid drawings via swapnotes? because there’s only streetpass and i don’t know if that counts
i just want to send people drawingggggsssss
SO I SET UP MY NEW 3DS i want friends so i can send them dumb drawings
my friend code is 1693 1966 7281
…am i doing this right
Anonymous asked: EngCan, vampire AU
(awwww yessssssss anon let me kiss you on the mouth)
"You keep running from me." Arthur sighs, trench coat up to his mouth as the rain falls on him. His eyes are luminous in the dark and everything in Matthew screams for him to welcome his sire, to fall to his feet and ask for forgiveness. "Let me in, love."
Matthew sighs and slides open the balcony door, and Arthur comes in, draws Matthew close, sliding cold fingers across his cheeks, to tuck his hair back. He makes Matthew look at him, but he has a soft, almost heartbroken expression. Matthew never thought the other vampire could look at him in such a way, not after Matthew left in a rage over a century ago.
"You’re too thin." Arthur murmurs, like it is the day he turned Matthew, like he still thinks Matthew is the glimmer in his eye. And it makes Matthew catch his breath, makes him feel ashamed. "Feed from me."
"I’m not a fledgling." Matthew replies, tone more petulant, now, in front of his sire. He’s pushing, he knows, but Arthur just leads him to bed and Matthew eases the wet coat off him before they fall into the warm tangle of blankets.
"I lost one hundred years to care for you. I did not run after you. Let me have this moment." He says, undoing his collared shirt. Matthew just watches, quiet and unsure. "Let me have this moment, and then I will give you anything you want."
"I don’t have the strength, Matthew, to keep playing this game with you." Arthur doesn’t look at him, just settles against the headboard and holds out a hand. "I spent a century being too proud to chase you. Today I trade that pride for you, if you will permit it." And permission is never a word Arthur used, not even when he took Matthew from the street and cosseted him at his side.
He bares his neck.
Matthew leans in.
Anonymous asked: Miss Smieska, I'm going to be visiting Canada late next year. What would you recommend I definitely try at Tim Horton's? (/u\) I like sweet but not overly sweet.
oh my gosh! Where in Canada? EEEEE well bad news, everything at Tim Horton’s is laced with sugar h-hahaha. Try the coffee at least once if you like coffee, but I mean … there’s nothing special, its just … timmies is everywhere. The donuts are laced with sugar but at least try a maple dip!! Boston creams are good too … UM UM ..there’s the bagels, muffins and biscuits but again.. nothing extraordinary … I like to get ice capps during the summer tho u3u and a french vanilla cappuccino during the winter …!
OH TIMBITS. yes. timbits. Get a box of 10 assorted and just .. indulge. Don’t feel guilty just… indulge.
christ the tim hortons white hot chocolate with gingerbread stuff tastes like liquified cool whip
quintessentila asked: 1. EngCan 2. Unseelie court.
Arthur meets him in a pub, and he’s utterly enchanting. His golden hair falls into his eyes as he talks, cheeks flushed from beer, and he tells Arthur that he’s on exchange, will be going home in a few days (all the way across the ocean, too, Arthur sighs); and Arthur listens, listens and nods, poison-green eyes narrowing on the flutter of the other’s hands as he talks, a little shyly, only giving Arthur half-looks, like he’s embarrassed.
Arthur already knows what he’s going to do, knows it even before the boy leaves money on the counter, and he helps the boy home, past the forest, an arm slung across the boy’s back, his gaze sweet when the boy smiles at him, gaze dark as he stares at the forest, warning away his compatriots from this sweet child.
He leaves the boy at his own apartment, gets a clumsy kiss for his troubles, and then he takes another one, a harder one, pressing the boy against the painted door, hand wrapped around his nape, claiming his generous mouth.
"Matthew." Matthew murmurs when Arthur pulls away, his mouth fetching red and wet.
Arthur grins, tucks that little bit of knowledge, and says, “Good night, love.”
(A week later when he has Matthew safely at his side, locked away from the endless clamor of the Court, caught in his soft cloak away from the smell of autumn decay, he catches just a flash of anger before he smoothes it away with a kiss, makes it forgotten with a brush of fingers across the other’s temple. Sometimes, sometimes, he sees a linger of that hatred when Matthew looks too long, seems too alert, and, well, Arthur takes care of that. He does tell the boy his name, though, after a while, because he’s in love and, honestly, where is Matthew going to go?)
sammyaclaus asked: amecan spaceman au
He says his name is Alfred, so Matthew scrawls it across the red front of the disposable coffee mug in something that’s half-cursive, half-sloppy and rushed. When the coffee’s done (and thank god for simple orders, though Alfred had kept shooting longing glances at the specialty menus), he hands it back to Alfred, their fingers brushing slightly.
Alfred, smiling, takes it, and then spots the tip jar and apparently decides to dig around in his pocket for extra change (he’d paid with a card, and the signature on the blue VISA had been all straight, strong lines, in fat, black Sharpie.) His coffee, in the same hand that he’s gathering the change in, proceeds to drop to the ground.
Matthew stares. Alfred winces, the expression muted by his glasses. “Gravity,” he mumbles, then shrugs and grins, and adds, “what can you do about it?”
Matthew isn’t really sure, seeing as gravity is a constant. He points that out and Alfred laughs warmly. “Not for me,” he says. He taps a finger at the logo of his white polo.
(Alfred drops a dozen things on their first date, looking more and more disappointed each time they don’t float; Matthew sighs, but picks each and every one up)
(the hazards of dating an astronaut, he supposes)