what do i call this thing @nookipuu - Tumblr Blog

i guess its nice that people still keep some of my fanart alive by reblogging it

i appreciate you all

haven't done digital drawing in forever my hand is cramping :)

#oc #original character #artists on tumblr #tumblr art #digital art #digital illustration #digital drawing #illustrator #my art #follow my art instagram @thenotoriousowl

hey

im back c:

#sem break ayy

carodoodles

Best headcanon of spiderman. Pass it on.

#the cutest thing ive seen all week #spider man #comics

Answer the 20 questions and tag amazing people you’d like to get to know better.

Tagged by: @zadien how could it be that my gemsy calls for me and i do not show up :3

Name: Aamna

Nickname: Too many, everyone calls me something different

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Height: 5′3″-5′4″

Orientation: Straight

Nationality: Pakistani

Favorite Fruit: Mango

Favorite Season: Autumn (we never rlly get it but that doesnt stop me from liking it)

Favorite Flower(s): Orange Dahlia

Favorite Scent: Mango and Peaches, Tangerines and Nectarines (anything tropical really, i love fruity tropical scents)

Favorite Color: Yellow and Orange

Favorite Animal: Fox and Owl

Favorite Book: lmao i dont read

Favorite Fictional Character(s): Naoki Ishida (CFV), Mystel (Beyblade) (the only one(s) worth mentioning tbh)

Average Hours of Sleep I Get a Night: Depends on what my assignment load is like and what time my classes start. Mostly it’s 7-12 hours of sleep but when big submissions are near it reduces to 2-4 hours per night.

Number of Blankets I Sleep with at Night: 1 fleece blanket usually (since I keep my aircon on the whole night and it gets pretty cold). I’ll layer on more blankets when it gets colder in the winters.

Cat or Dog?: Dogs. Cats are too much like me (theyre assholes) so dogs.

Coffee, tea or coco?: Mostly tea, but I don’t mind either. I rarely go for hot cocoa though.

Dream Trip: I like travelling, so I’d love to visit as many places as I possibly can. (except for usa tbh i have no charm of going there)

Date I Created My Blog: no fckin idea man i dont even remember what i ate yesterday

How Many Followers Do I Have: 442

#tagged #thank youu

zadien

51. "It's about to rain, get inside."

“It’s about to rain, get inside.” Amber propped her hands on her chin as she sat on the backsteps of the lodge and looked up at the gray haze descending from the rolling purple hills in the distance. So it was. Another five to ten minutes she reckoned, and then the rain would be upon them. Not such a bad thing. She wondered how Hiwatari would look wet, then she squashed the notion. That way led to trouble. Kai leaned against the axe and stared at her, brown eyes narrowing on her face. “Go inside.”“It’s just rain. I don’t know if you’ve realised this, Hiwatari, but I’m Irish. Rain doesn’t faze us.” She was going to continue sitting on the steps, breathing in the fresh air that held just the hint of the incoming shower mingling with the crisp scent of pine trees and the woodsmoke filtering from the chimney to the side of the house. Earlier the group had lit the fire to make the lodge cozy and warm but then the firewood had dwindled and Kai, who always had to be master and commander of every situation, had huffed out a breath and stomped outside to “chop more wood since you assholes keep wasting it”. “Please yourself,” he muttered, grabbing up the last armful of logs and carrying them up the path to the back door. She leaned against the edge of the steps as he passed her, taking all three steps in one long stride. Once he disappeared inside, she listened to the clump of his boots, the irritated snap of his voice as he ordered Tyson to help him out and the snarky retort before Hilary berated them both and she smiled. This was kind of nice. Kind of bizarre too. She wasn’t used to this particular group of people but alas the rest of the group had been delayed due to a flooded road and would be arriving tomorrow.

A pit, then a pat and a splash of rain hit the bottom step staining the wood. A soft roar began to rise from the woods around them and she shivered, giddily snuggling into the oversized hoodie she’d stolen from Hiwatari. Probably another reason he’d snapped at her. He’d probably have to burn it now. If she ever gave it back. It was comfortable and it smelled good. He’d have to pry it from her cold lifeless body.

The rain turned to a steady downpour, hitting the roof and dripping from the gutter and puddling in the crevices along the path. The world turned quiet and insular, closed in by silvery sheets of rain.

A creak of wood from behind and a warm body sank down onto the step beside her. She curbed the urge to sink into the heat.

“Go inside. You’ll get wet and sick. I’m not nursing you back to health.”

She snorted at his absurd comment. “I’m not going to get sick from rain.” That was fucking stupid.

“Why? Because you’re Irish? You’re as bad as McGregor.”

“One,” -she held up a finger- “no one’s as bad as Scot boy’s ego, though you do give him a run for his vault of money and two, it’s rain. If I get wet, I’ll go inside and shower.” Jesus Christ, she was not five years old.

He got back up with a sigh that screamed annoyance and she subtly flipped him off. She could hear him muttering under his breath as he opened and slammed cupboards in the kitchen. Well, served him right for being an idiot.

A few minutes later he was back beside her and pushing a mug of tea into her hands, the steam rising from the liquid that was just on the darker shade of tan. She blinked, then took a sip and shivered with pleasure. Hiwatari knew how she took her tea.

Something flipped inside her and she held the mug a little tighter.

He might complain about her existence to anyone who’d listen but he knew how she took her tea and that spoke volumes. She smirked and eyed him from under her lashes as his thigh pressed against hers though he kept his eyes glued to the mountains concealed by the rain. She was growing on him. He might not even suspect it yet, but, she thought as she took another sip of her tea, she was definitely growing on him.

#fck theyre so subtle #hhh love that slow burn #theyre just so.. cute...#beyblade

cute-baby-animals

cumaeansibyl

human: *gentle “owl” hooting*

actual owls: *tiny velociraptor screams*

notonlyblackandwhite

@nookipuu

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #CUTIES #why arent they hooting!?!??!?!?!?!?!?#has my whole life been a lie #owls #tagged

lucy-mac

<<Good luck, my champion>>

#reblogging on my main bcs its so gorgeous and perfect #fck i love tyhil #also tyson looks really good in black!!#beyblade

shizukku

☆ Happy Birthday // Jinguji Ren ☆ [02.14]

#happy birthday ren sama~#ren jinguji #utapri

update

so i’ve decided that i wont be posting anything beyblade related on this blog (main) from now on. all beyblade posts will now be on themysteriousmystel.

since this blog is still new its still a work in progress but i hope to fill it up nicely. so if youre a follower of mine and are here for the beybs then please follow my beyblade blog~ (its a side blog so i wont be able to follow backk sorryy orz;;)

#beyblade #blog update

undercitytwerkteam

not weird: grown ass adults taking part in fandom culture; roleplaying, drawing fanart, writing fics, sharing theories, shipping, etc

weird: grown ass adults making fandom culture their entire identity and attacking people over shipping wars or conflicting headcanons, generally exhibiting behaviour that is barely acceptable if you’re 15

#side eyes beyblade fandom

"How do you even know this Mystel? "I overheard it." Ming-Ming and Brooklyn exchanged a wary look. "Most teams don't have conversations like that with other Bladers in the vicinity Mystel." "Well maybe they didn't know I was hanging around in the vicinity."

i’ve always loved mystel and @zadien nails him so well in saving part of the world and we both love the thought of him just hanging down from everything everywhere.

hes the spiderman of the beyblade world c:

#mystel #beyblade #beyblade fanart #always check ur ceilings kids #there might be a sneaky mystel hanging somewhere #my art