IDK I wanted to try drawing the characters as I saw them in the botfightAU that we are slowly working on~
They will all eventually have bots too but wow I fail at designing bots so if you wanna give it a shot go right ahead. 
this is just super fun though :’D 


There was a cat from Brooklyn, by the name of Romeo
His folks they came from Italy, many years ago

One night he met young Geraldine, a dame from outta town
When Geraldine was dancing she would bring the ballroom down

Tape Five - Geraldine’s Routine


HxH explained by a non-fan is hilarious because it is shockingly accurate. 

im just happy that karkat and dave reflexively went to go sit next to sleeping jade like
please hold her in your laps and pet her hair and scritch her ears
please give her some comforting physical contact
she needs it.

a master post  of sorts

links to some of my tags. Please consult before asking me for more stuff.  


camp half blood

pjo headcanon



the crew (how I refer to the 7+N&R) 



otp: prank war

the stoll brothers 

hunters of artemis // the hunters of artemis 

demeter cabin

athena cabin

apollo cabin 

hecate cabin 

hephaestus cabin

aphrodite cabin

ares cabin

iris cabin


paul blofis 

Word of advice: write AU fanfiction. When the show totally fucks your characters over, you can look at it, say, “Screw this canon bullshit” and mosey on over to your pretty, wonderful, entirely-untouched-by-the-events-of-this-shitty-storyline OTP and say “let’s make some risotto and fail spectacularly at not flirting with each other, shall we?”

Write fanfiction. Write AU. It’s good for the heart, you guys.

madqueenzelly asked:

Adoribull prompt - why does it hurt so much?

Dalish is spitting up blood. Skinner keeps cursing at Bull, telling him to stop jostling her, but she’s spitting up fucking blood so the damage is done.
Bull supports her better anyway, adjusts his grip under and around her and tries to even out his gait – his damn fucking knee, he used to run like a fucking gazelle, now he moves like a crippled bronto in a marsh – while they rush back to camp. It’s close, it’s gotta be, past the next outcropping of trees, he can see smoke curling up over the pines, they’re good, they’ve got this, he didn’t watch Dalish slip down a cliff and get herself fucking killed. They’re gonna laugh about this later.

Skinner puts on speed, launching herself past them and shouting when she rushes through the trees, louder than Bull’s ever heard her, calling for Stitches and Hothouse to get off their asses. When Bull crashes after her into the clearing, everybody’s assembling, already clearing out one of the tents. Stitches appears at Bull’s shoulder and Bull follows him into the tent, has to duck too much to get through the flap, it’d be funny at any other time – Dorian’s already there, gathering elfroot and embrium into a bowl and muttering low under his breath, the herbs starting to glow while he works whatever magic him and Dalish spend their time figuring out together.

Bull lays her down and she’s swarmed, Stitches and Dorian immediately going to work, Dorian passing Stitches what he needs, them talking to each other fast enough that it sounds like it’s not trade. Bull grabs Skinner around the waist when she gets in Dorian’s way, tugging her out of the tent while she swings her fucking pointy elbows into his chest, shouting something about taking out his other eye if he doesn’t put her down.

He puts her down far enough away from the tent that she’ll think twice before storming back in, and she glares up at him with all the spite she can muster, her expression fucking bitter. “You’d be in there if it was Hothouse,” she snarls, and Bull’s not gonna tell her she’s wrong. She’s not wrong. He’d fight tooth and nail – and eventually somebody’d successfully kick him out too regardless.

“Get some air,” he tells her, and she flicks him off before stalking off into the woods. If she fucking falls off a cliff too he’s gonna… He drags a hand across his face. Not funny. No time to make jokes.

He ends up sitting next to Krem by the fire and trying to convince himself he’s not listening for a silence to overwhelm the frantic noise pouring out of the tent.


Dorian’s hands are shaking when he joins Bull in their tent later. She’s stable. She should, /will/ be all right. He and Stitches aren’t used to working together like this, it’s exposed a weakness, they’ll fix that, they’ll need to train together, it’s a learning opportunity really – and Bull wraps his arm around Dorian’s shoulders and pulls him close until he stops rambling. Until he lowers his head and evens his breathing, until his hands stop shaking because he’s holding their blanket so tightly.

“They’ve grown on me like mold,” Dorian says, his voice breaking, and he shudders through a laugh that seeps through Bull’s skin and down to his bones. “She’s – she was going to show me how she strengthens her barriers later.”

“Still gonna do that, thanks to you,” Bull replies readily, and Dorian nods, then pauses. Drags the back of his hand across his eyes before breathing in slowly, then out.

“Thanks to Stitches,” Dorian corrects, “and Skinner’s very precise instructions when she careened into camp.”

Bull kisses his shoulder, the side of his neck. Dorian sets to shaking again. “I’m not sure my heart is capable of caring for so very many people at once,” he says, and Bull holds him until he stills.