aaah i tried ;;

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full piece of my life is strange au for @yoiauzine !!

David and his doggo friend!!! (Thank you @maracamilkshake !!! <3)

You can also see my speedpainting here:

(I hope you’ll like it because it’s my first speedpainting…I also edited a few things in my drawing after the recording sorry for that! )

  • Jungkook: I'm not jealous.
  • Jimin: Then what are you? You keep doing the jeonlous tongue thingy.
  • Jungkook: I'm possessive. I can't be jealous of something that's mine. You're mine.
  • Jimin:
  • Jimin: Jungkookie
  • Jungkook: What?
  • Jimin: I love you too

。・:*:・゚   Plus-Ultra!   。・:*:・☆

[ @the-mic-drop this might not be what you had in mind, but I hope it’s satisfactory. also, I thank @nervmaid for this. ]

A rather sudden bang distracts Roadhog from his novel.

Dog-earing the page, he sets the worn book down on his belly and sighs through his mask. Two years of playing bodyguard has granted him enough experience to distinguish one bang from another. Explosions, while outside the norm for the everyday citizen, have a surprising array of sounds that Roadhog has become well acquainted with. If anyone cared to ask, he’s sure he could name every type of explosive he’s heard. In fact, it has come to the point where he could give a rough estimate on how much damage a bomb might inflict from its noise alone, and he supposes that might be an impressive feat if he weren’t so invested in making sure the creator of said bomb remains in one piece.

Fortunately for him (and his boss, he must concede), the bang does not belong to any sort of explosive.

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Throne of Glass series sentence starters
  • “Sometimes, the wicked will tell us/you things just to confuse us/you.”
  • “You can’t pick and choose what parts of me/them to love.”
  • “You could do anything, if only you dared.”
  • “We each survive in our own way.”
  • “The people you love are just weapons that will be used against you.”
  • “Why do you cry?”
  • “I can survive well enough on my own.”
  • “I’ll always pick you.”
  • “My/your name is a snippet of a half-remembered song.”
  • “Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you.”
  • “You remind me of how the world ought to be. What it can be.”
  • “Better to die with my/your chin held high than groveling like a cowering worm.”
violent delights :: shallura valentine’s day

Summary: have violent ends. rival gang families au. shallura valentine for onemerryjester

A/N: this is for the one and only @onemerryjester​, a talented and wonderful part of the shallura community! happy valentine’s day! I know it’s on the shorter side but hopefully quantity over quality <3

rated high T for very light nsfw content & brief mentions of violence

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“Miss Altea?”

She turns, a smile already tugging at her lips despite her best efforts, the shimmering fabric of her grown swishing along her hips. Takashi Shirogane is no less impeccably dressed, with crisp cuffs and a black suit that matches his eyes. His bangs, a peculiar streak of white hair, is off his forehead for once, and now there’s nothing to disguise the pink scar running across the bridge of his nose.

Her eyes trace the hard edge of his jawline, before meeting his gaze. “Mr. Shirogane,” she greets politely, brushing her hair out of her eyes. Her hair of starlight has been pulled into a thick braid that goes down almost to the low backline of her dress. It’s a deep navy blue with diamonds sewn into the fabric, and she watch the way his eyes follow the small sash of fabric tied around her waist.

“Don’t tell me someone as lovely as you doesn’t have a date for the evening?” he asks, raising his brow.

Allura allows herself to smile, and bows her head when he offers her his arm. The slight creak of metal tells her it’s his prosthetic, but she still places her hand on the crook of his elbow without hesitation. “Apparently I do now.”

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☆ Afuro Terumi & Fubuki Shirou ☆

↳ Hymn For The Weekend - Coldplay

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Color Meme

 @yukination requested: kuroken + autumn colors