ah well here's a new one

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So, I bought a kind of a miniature dragon for my Dragonknight, and immediately ended up sketching like 3-4 pages worth of silly doodles about their interactions. So here: the adventures of Davius and Snek.

I can’t believe I actually took time to color and shade all these. o_o Ah well, good practice to ensure that my new system works properly.

An illustration of a scene from my fic ‘Angels in the Underground‘. There’s a lot of walking to be done between the Ruins and New Home, so sometimes Sans and Frisk just gotta take a break and have some orange slices. It’s the little things in life that make fighting for your life worthwhile, you know?

This was supposed to be just a sketch but it got totally out of control and here we are >__>; Ah well. Scene takes place in Waterfall on one of the many bridges.

anonymous asked:

Hello there! My name is Rose and I was wondering if I could get a letter from the lovely Mr. Scamander. I would've have met Newt at Hogwarts during his time there if you need that for a detail :3 Also your writing is bloody gorgeous, don't ever stop!

Thank you kindly, Rose!!!


My beautiful, Rose


Hello, my love. I write from the hilltops of New Zealand! You’d love it here, I’ve never seen such beauty…aside from you that is. I think aside from Hogwarts, this is quite possibly one of my favorite places. The magical creatures that roam here are abundant, even the muggle ones are quite magnificent.

Ah, that brings to my attention the last time we saw each other. Remember how we spoke of Hogwarts, and how we first met there? Well….I wanted to wait till we were back there one day, for whatever reason…but, I must confess I’m far too eager to get this done than to wait. Um….

My darling, I’ve loved you since the day we first met, In potions class…where you accidentally blew up your cauldron and the professor was caught in the crossfire. Lovely times…ah, but I’m trailing off…I’ve wanted to ask, if it’s alright with you, my love…


Will you marry me?

Love,

Newt

Guzzoline Powered

Starter for @imperator-ryan

Out in the middle of the wastes, far from his boys with the sun boring down on his back, Stank Gum sat on the hood of a borrowed ride while he waited and picked at his fingers with a kukri blade. Master Scrotus had told him to come out here and wait for whatever reason… So here he was.

Looking around boredly, he could be here for a number of reasons… Something or someone from BulletFarm, Citadel, or even Scrotus finally found out that Stank was the one who poisoned that one guy… What was his name again? He couldn’t remember… But he’d gotten the information, hadn’t he?

Ah well, Master Scrotus would get over it eventually… For now just enjoy the punishment. It wasn’t even that great, though… He could have a pike in his ribs, a couple broken bones, even some new scars… But then again he might enjoy that…

Laying back on the hot metal, his chest heaved with a sigh and he frowned. No clouds… No storms nearby… Just… waiting.

Twitch [a Kit Walker imagine]

Request: So my friend has only seen the first season of Ahs and I’m Making her marathon the second with me and I remembered just how much of a sweet heart kit is, so can I request the new girl not doing so well and kit helping her out? Maybe some angst/fluff?

a/n: kit walker is a sweetheart that deserves more love…i feel this bc i twitch…..

WARNING: Anxiety (?)


Let’s get one thing straight; you are not insane. So, what are you doing here; in Briarcliff Manor? Balling your hands up in the ugly blue dress, you carefully step into the common room, eyes shooting in every direction. The guard pushes you, making you stumble upon your feet.

Rubbing your hands together, you bring them to your chest, as if they can protect you. To say you’re terrified is an understatement. Feeling the other patients eyes on you makes tears well up. Why are they staring? Your breathing becomes heavy as the cheerful song replays itself.

All you can do is stand in the room; you can’t remember anything. The electric shock therapy helped destroy your mind. “Hey, you alright there, miss?” A tall man asks in a thick Boston accent; your head snaps up to look at him through bloodshot eyes. He reminds you of James Dean, soft brown tousled hair and a sharp jawline; except for those stunning brown orbs.  

Your entire body continues shaking; Y/C/E eyes darting around the room. “I-I don’t kno-I’m scare-I-I don’t know.” You gulp. Shaking your head, your tangled hair swaying. Steamy hot tears cascade down your cheeks. Why can’t you just stop twitching?

The man steps forward, hand outstretched. “Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay.” He tries to calm your nerves; eyes filled with worry locked on yours. “My name’s Kit, Kit Walker.” He introduces, pronouncing Walker like ‘Walka’. His hand rest on your shoulder, seizing the shaking going on with your upper body. “You were in shock therapy?” You nod and he leads you to the torn up couch. “You remember your name, sweetheart?” He questions, sitting you down.

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you shake your head. That’s what really is terrifying you; not being able to remember anything. “I-I don’t - I don’t know…” You stutter, repeating it over again. Waterfalls start dripping from your chin.

Kit puts an arm over your shoulder; his ratty jean shirt crinkling. He knows how you feel, he’s been in that position before. The least he can do is try and help soothe you; somebody ought to in this place. “It’s okay; you’re alright. I’m sure it’ll come back to you soon enough. Then you can tell me.” He coos in your ear, chapped lips in a tight frown.

Your hands tremble, reaching for his rough ones; which he kindly moves.  "T-thank you, M-Mr. Walker…“ You mumble, gazing into his eyes. They are mesmerizing; you feel yourself getting lost in them. The stupid French song becomes static noise that you tune out.

Dimples poke the sides of his face, leaving indents in both his cheeks. The tuft of wavy brown hair bouncing slightly. "Call me Kit, sweetheart.” He grins, pushing the hair out of your wide eyes. Hopefully you’ll remember your name soon. Although…the way he calls you sweetheart…

anonymous asked:

Anon with the BP shedding issue here. I use analog gauges for both humidity and temp. Maybe Grreat Choice, or some other generic brand. For heat I use a ceramic heat emitter, 150 watts. Thank you for being helpful and kind! I've also got another vet trip planned with a new doctor to get another perspective.

Ah the analog gauges are your issue! Those are terrible and almost never read correctly. You need digital ones like these to get proper readings :P Also, with the CHE you have to spray the cage a little more often as well :)

pinnenluffy  asked:

Ah, I see we have new blood (or bones I guess?) in the group~ :3 *sneeks behind UL bros to sneek-attack them with hugs* WELCOME, MY NEW SINFUL FRIENDS!! ^^ *realises I was loud* ... sorry about that ^^' anyways~ I think we'll get along just fine :) *cue kazoo kid* - the one and only; Pinnen

(Late answer…. sorry!!!)

Lusty: Heh, thanks for the welcome doll. I knew someone here wanted to ‘jump my bones’ ;)

RomCom: And I’m sure the three of us will get along quite well dearest~

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A compilation post of Tony and Friday sassing each other in Invincible Iron Man #1-2.

And a bonus favourite of mine: the fact that Tony Stark programmed this kind of vocabulary into his AI.

(part 1/??)

Our Neighbours In The Zombie Apocalypse (2/4)

Summary: Michael knows how it works in this new world. People show their true colours and groups fall apart. He has Ryan, and that’s all he needs. He has Ryan, and Jack has Geoff. Ray works better on his own. Gavin always finds himself left behind. Michael’s done with big groups – but somehow the six of them just keep running into each other, again and again and again.

(OT6 [myan-centric at first], zombie AU with no character death.)

Part 1  AO3

There are things Michael and Ryan don’t talk about. Bad things.

The first time they killed an undead. The first time they killed anundead who was someone they knew.The groups they were in before this. What, exactly, was the breaking point that caused them to leave.

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No longer meaningful (2)

Characters: Y/N(you/OC), Jungkook (BTS), Bobby (iKON)

Genre: less angsty and weirder than before???

Plot: Breaking up with your boyfriend may be difficult, but learning how to let go of the past happiness and look forward to the new ones is worse. In which Jungkook is your cheating (?) (ex)boyfriend and Bobby is your best friend, who tries his best to protect you from Jungkook

Bobby didn’t know what to do. Should he answer the call? The caller was persistent. Ah, shit, here goes nothing. Bobby thought as he swiped right, answering the call. But he didn’t start speaking, he just wanted to know what Jungkook had to say.

„H-hello? Baby? Hey, baby, don’t hang up-” he could hear your now ex-boyfriend’s voice call out for you.

„Baby? Well, that’s a first,” Bobby replied to him, definitely startling the male on the other end.

„…Why are you answering Y/N’s phone?”

„Because she’s sleeping,” he answered the younger male’s question without hesitation, „and I don’t want any fucks like you waking her up.”

Bobby could hear rustling and Jungkook clearing his throath. But he didn’t let him say anything as he continued:

„Listen, you have no right to contact her, so just stay as far away as possible, alright?” the voice on the other end just scoffed.

„Who are you to tell me to stay away? Why should I?! I still love her, I want her to listen to me and-”

„If you really loved her, you wouldn’t have hurt her in the first place. You would’ve protected her from anything harsh, you wouldn’t even look at other girls, you would be there when she needed you the most.”

„..Like you? Is that what you’re trying to say? That I should have been near her like you?”

„Just so you know… I’m blocking your number,” Bobby said as he ended the call. He kept his promise and as soon as the call ended he made sure to block Jungkook’s number before deleting it with the evidence of the latest call.

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Arrow AU: Wild, Foolish Love

Summary: Felicity is going to bang that hot guy at the bar. [Crazy Stupid Love AU one-shot]

Notes: I wanted to do one last fic before the end of 2015–just under the wire (and not even for many ;P - first fic of 2016?). Why this one? I don’t know; once I thought of it, here we are (I promise I AM working on the next GG chapter, it’s coming, I swear). Some twists of character here, should be interesting. This may be the worst time to post but ah, well, have fun with it if you feel like it! I’ll have a lot more to say about the new year shortly–for now, I hope you enjoy!

XXXXX

When she’s standing in front of the bar, cold rain plastering her hair to the sides of her face, Felicity realizes she’s not sure how she got here. She remembers the grip around the steering wheel of her car that turned her knuckles white, the squeak of the windshield wipers swiping the downpour from her view, the tail lights and stoplights passing in a blur of color through the dark.

But she doesn’t remember when exactly she chose to come here.

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my new sweater arrived and i will never take it off again bc it describes 24/7 of my life

Murdering Mr. Darcy (3/10)

Summary: Ryan is the most recent member of the Fake AH Crew, and he’s loving every second of his new job - except for the annoying British thief who, after a series of terrible first impressions, has become the bane of his existence.

Ryan hates Gavin, and he’s pretty sure Gavin hates him too - until one day, out of the blue, Gavin asks for his help planning a murder.

Part 1  Part 2  AO3

Ryan held himself very still, careful not to make a noise as he stood in the closet. It was uncomfortable; he had to crouch slightly due to the low roof, and there were hangers jabbing into his back, but he had hidden in worse positions before on far more dangerous jobs than this. That being said, he definitely didn’t want to be discovered.

It would be very difficult, after all, to explain to Gavin’s boyfriend what the hell he was doing in their bedroom.

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So….. The Haikyuu website added more character bios so I checked google chrome’s translations of it once again and of course, they’re awful… But they are freaking hilarious, so here’s the new ones! Also, please check the picture captions too XD

lilyrosethedreamer  asked:

I HAVE SEEN THAT TRIPPY CRAVENDALE ADVERT IT'S LIKE A HORRIFYING NIGHTMARE!

oKAY IM GONNA PUT THIS PUBLIC BC WE NEED TO TELL THIS STORY SO THE PUBLIC CAN KNOW IF THEY HAVENT SEEN THIS NIGHTMARISH ASS ADVERT

NOW CRAVENDALE HAVE A HISTORY OF WEIRD ASS ADVERTS- IGNORING STOP MOTION COW FOR A MOMENT, HERE’S THE EVIL CATS WITH THUMBS FOR AN EXAMPLE-

NOW THATS ALL WELL AND GOOD BUT

TH IS  NEW ADVERT

TAKES THE FUCKING BISCUIT IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE

THIS HERE IS BARRY THE BISCUIT BOY. NOW HE LOOKS APPROPRIATELY TERRIFYING FOR AN AD SPOT LET’S SEE WHAT HE’S DOING

AH YES HE’S STANDING IN THE MILK LAKE HAVING A GOOD TIME WHY NOT

wait

wAIT SHIT

JESUS CHRIST

AT THIS FUCKING POINT THE CHEERY MUSIC STOPS AND GOES TO CREEPY-ASS SILENCE AS BARRY THE FUCKING BISCUIT BOY TRIES TO FIND HIS WAY HOME BECAUSE HIS HEAD HAS DISSOLVED

SO HIS BISCUIT PARENTS BAKE HIM A NEW HEAD

DRINK OUR FUCKING MILK, YOUR ENTIRE HEAD WILL DISSOLVE

Yes, Man Face Monday is My Jam

Howdy, Face Fans! Arrow Fans! Amell Fans! It’s another Monday with a week that has a new Arrow episode in it! Huzzah. Personally, I need it. I hosted a little soiree at the BunnyLair the other night and during procurement of libations, I managed to break an entire bottle of wine (it was red) inside the poor Millenium Penguin (aka Honda Fit, less than 2 months old too). Ah well. Thank God for Amell’s face, because it is therapeutic to look at him and create these images for you. Let’s look, shall we?

We begin a rather eclectic collection with this one. Pillow mountains on 11 here. Seriously, I spent a lot of time staring at his mouth here. It’s just so…

How can he be so beautiful while wearing a mask? It’s those eyes. That delightful stubble. Woo. 

Kind of arty. I always enjoy this expression. He’s thinking. It shows. 

I made this gif this week for @scu11y22 because I dig the whole #I’mWithArrow vibe. I do complain sometimes, but mostly I am just anxious and excited to see what happens next. I hope this gif works and that she likes it, despite the fact that my gifs still suck. I really need to figure out the secret sauce of making better gifs. 

Here’s a better one because I did not make it. But it is beautiful. Bravo @amellybett-smoak. He’s adorable. 

Originally posted by amellybett-smoak

Finale image for Man Face Monday makes me happy. It ‘s my favorite. He’s just so beautiful. 

Well, lovelies…that’s it. I hope that you are having a terrific day and that all of your Arrows hit their targets. :-) 

Tagging the following folks. Please share the pretty. @tinaday3w@dettiot, @mel-loves-all, @andjustforthismoment, @aussieforgood@florence-bubbles, @flailykermit, @lerayon, @diggo26, @olicityaddicted@thewidowpazzy, @melsanfo, @emilybettqueen, @yourviewingparty@lynslogic, @tanyaslogic, @angelalafan, @love2luvyyou, @coal000@triciaolicity, @choiceofluthien, @emilybuttrickards, @seaolicity@supersillyanddorky06,@swordandarrow, @watsoncroft, @jsevick@readerkas, @yespleasehawkeye, @geniewithwifi@bluemorgana,@befitandchase, @caedmonfaith, @myhauntedblacksoul,@casydee,@jamyfan, @awesomeziziblr, @bigdeesmallworld, @alemap74, @angelicmisskitty, @almondblossomme, @callistawolf, @miriam1779@imusuallyobsessed, @vaelisamaza, @mochababychristy@juliesioux, @pjcmfalcon, @josephine-in-mirkwood, @i-m-a-fan-world, @ms-mags, @red-devilkin, @lyricalarrow, @ah-maa-zing, @itshandled,@olicityandsteroline, @turn-thy-paige, @wildirish23,@nlh03, @alanna-the-lionheart, @charlinert, @amytosh, @stygian-omada-fan, @multi-fandom-crazy-fangirl, @machawicket,  @biermank, @i-am-wordaholic, @hope-for-olicity, @memcjo, @jaspertown, @itchiygo, @oliverfel4, @tolivers, @ccdimples88, @ap-n

Starstruck

> You don’t travel too terribly much anymore – that much is terribly clear from the ridiculous preparation and rituals you had to undergo just to feel moderately comfortable in this foreign carnival. You know no one, but you don’t feel fear. Being alone is nothing new.

> So you drowned it in your performance – a spectacular spectacle as usual. You were impressed by how well the host had adapted to your demands, though in your opinion it was far from perfect. Then again, what wasn’t to you? Ah yes. Yourself. And you were flawless – your coordination, your tone and voice, your screams. Right down to the shower of blood that rained down on you, the stage, and presumably the audience.

> Afterwards you reclined into the room they had provided you, swathed in your favorite nightgown; it was much smaller than the quarters you were accustomed to, but you’d brought the majority of what you needed. Your current task, removing the mixture of paint and makeup and blood from your face, is consuming your attention.