and his red hair


Anon asked me who my first OC was and if I would ever re-draw them. His name was Ken Shang and he was my DBZ OC. I created him back in 2005 when I was in 6th grade and I redrew him back in 2015. The old drawing is HERE.

Storms (Chapter Six)

One of my favorite chapters. Couldn’t wait to share it with you guys. The healing is wonderful and the sweetness is wonderful. Love these two.


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So it still wasn’t easy, not even close, but things were getting better, finally.

Thor made three meals a day, and true to his word, Tony ate a little bit each time. Sometimes he was sick almost immediately after, and other times, he would rub his stomach with a sort of pleased look on his face and Thor would grin so broadly he thought his face would split.

Thor made him go outside, taking walks to get fresh air and sunshine on his face until Tony’s cheeks were red and his hair was windblown. Tony even started coming along on grocery trips, picking out what he wanted to eat, even going so far as to pick out things he could cook, and every once in awhile Tony would make a meal just for Thor.

He smiled more, never those heart stopping, full on charming grins from before, but small private smiles just for Thor in little moments of humour or when Thor was being especially sweet.

They kissed most days, when Tony would tug on Thor’s hand shyly and tilt his head up for one. Most times he wouldn’t kiss back, just smile a little and pull away. But sometimes, something would spark between them, and Thor was helpless against it, when Tony would suddenly kiss him back eagerly and make that soft little noise like he was desperate. Those were the moments it took a large amount of Thors self control to pull away, those moments when Tony was pressing against him for more, scratching his nails down Thor’s chest and nipping at Thor’s lips to deepen the embrace.

Thor stayed with him almost every night now, too, as long as Tony was sober. He refused to sleep in the bed if Tony was drunk, not willing to put either of them in a position to go too far and give Tony a reason to be upset in the morning. The bad days were coming fewer and farther in between, and Thor counted each good day as a victory.

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Siriel: Part Two


Sam stalked through the clearing, the sun beating down on him. His fire crackled in his veins as he moved on. He cast his eyes to the sky, willing the sun to take back his flames. He didn’t want them. They were too bright, too destructive and he didn’t want to worry about making someone a living sunspot.

He sighed through his nose as he got to the meeting place, looking around the expansion of grass. Ciel Blackbeak Havilliard was nowhere to be found. Of course not, Gods forbid he didn’t make grand entrance. It was annoying.

 He had been waiting for nearly twenty minutes before the scent of iron and frost and jasmine filled his nose. It nearly dropped him to his knees. Shaking his head, Sam turned around to see Ciel coming through the clearing, his red cloak and dyed black hair bristling in the wind. He crossed his arms, glaring at him. “You’re late, Witchling.”

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The second ver of the prompt:  “Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.” with old men and kitten. Ao3 

Hanzo had countless of hair ties (fifteen, to be exact. But Jesse liked to be dramatic, and for a man who owned seven different colors of serapes, Hanzo thought his ribbon collection was only mediocre). When he had woken up that day, Jesse was already gone, and so was his blue and very expensive white hair tie with gold lining. He would have never realized they were gone if the mood of using a different tie hadn’t struck him that morning.

“Athena,” Hanzo said, tying his hair in a low ponytail with a red ribbon. “Can you tell me where McCree is?”

“Agent McCree is currently in conference room 2-B.”

“He’s in a meeting?”

“No, agent.”

Hanzo didn’t know what Jesse was doing, or why he took two of his hair ties (it was most likely him, but Hanzo would give him the benefit of the doubt for now). Hanzo swung by the kitchen first. Only Lena was there after her morning jog. No one except for a few was up this early, the sky was still gray, with the barest rays of sunlight on the horizon.

Hanzo brewed two cups of coffee. Neither of them eats breakfast unless someone already made some. After adding milk and honey to Jesse’s, Hanzo made his way to the conference room on the second floor.

“Jesse,” Hanzo said as he shouldered the door open, “Have you seen my–” and halted when he saw what was happening in front of him.

Like he suspected, Jesse had both of his hair ties. Unlike he suspected (what was he suspecting?), Jesse stared back bashfully, with the blue ribbon tied like a bow on his head. And in his lap, his hat. In his hat, a black kitten with Hanzo’s most expansive ribbon tied around its neck, also a bow.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Jesse said as Hanzo wordlessly kissed him on the cheek and sat down beside him on the floor. Jesse accepted the coffee with a grateful smile. Hanzo rubbed the kitten’s forehead, waiting for an explanation.

“A kitten, Jesse?”

Jesse chuckled. “Heh, well. At three o’clock, I kinda woke up –”

Hanzo’s hard gazed snapped to Jesse, and the gunslinger held the kitten up in front of his face for protection. Looking at the kitten’s glossy eyes, and the weak mewl it (she, Hanzo corrected) let out, he decided to let it slide this time. It wasn’t like he always woke Jesse up whenever he had nightmares either.

Hanzo sighed, and took the kitten from Jesse. Jesse followed forward and pressed a kiss to Hanzo’s lips. “You needed the sleep, and I didn’t feel awful this time. You okay?”

Hanzo leaned into the kiss. The kitten squirmed in his hands when Hanzo’s focus wandered off of her too long. “It’s fine. Continue.”

“I was taking a walk and I heard this little one meowing from the office.” Jesse laughed when the kitten tumbled off Hanzo’s shoulder and into his lap. “She must’ve snuck in when it was raining last night. I dried her and fed her some crackers. When I went back to our room for my hat I kinda thought…wouldn’t this little guy look cute with a bow on?”

“And of course you picked the one that cost a fortune.”

Jesse reeled back, and looked at the kitten in Hanzo’s lap, now dozing off with her head hanging off Hanzo’s leg. “Shoot, really? Sorry, I didn’t–”

“It’s all right,” Hanzo cut him off. “I never use it anyway. And you haven’t explained why you are wearing a bow as well.”

Jesse shrugged. “She fell asleep and I didn’t have anything to do.”

Hanzo snorted, and started imagining it when Jesse leaned forward, and pulled Hanzo’s ribbon loose.

Hanzo didn’t bother asking what Jesse was going to do, chances were Hanzo would let him do it anyways. Jesse combed his fingers through Hanzo’s hair and his skin tingled pleasantly from the feeling. Jesse worked quickly, tying Hanzo’s hair back up and snapped a picture.

“What did you do?” Hanzo sighed when Jesse grinned dopily at his phone. McCree showed him. In the picture, Hanzo had his hair up in a bun, with the red ribbon around it in a bow. A sleeping cat in his lap. Hanzo rolled his eyes as Jesse took back his phone and set it as his wallpaper.

“Just don’t send it to anyone,” Hanzo said. “If it got out, I don’t want my reputation and hiring fee to go down.”

“You don’t assassinate people anymore!”

“It’s the matter of principle.”

Jesse laughed, leaned back on one hand and took the mug in the other. His eyes sliding shut slightly from being near someone he felt safe with, but shook himself awake.

“Reckon we should go and find something more for her to eat?”

Hanzo nodded, his eyes were on the kitten, rubbing her paws between his fingers. “After she eats, she can decide if she wants to stay or not.”

Jesse grinned. “Sounds like a plan.”

anonymous asked:

Johnny: "Hows the cutest dude in the world doin' today?" Max, not even looking up from his homework he's trying to finish real quick before class starts: "I dunno, how are you?" Johnny, voice cracking and face red as his hair dye: "im fine,"


So... hear me out.

I had this weird idea at 2AM last night, and it kinda morphed into something… 
What if Lance could shapeshift? 
Just Imagine all the shit he’d get up to-

Lance becoming a girl so he can understand what it’s really like.
Lance turning into different animals- a dog, a goldfish, a giant blue lion…
Lance changing his hair color and length, turning it blue, green, red; giving himself a mullet or long, wavy locks. 
Lance turning into a giant snake to scare the shit out of Keith.
Lance giving himself huge muscles and entering space wrestling competitions.
Lance entering space drag races 
And winning
Lance growing another two feet to scare off a man’s unwanted advances to a girl. 
Lance turning into the other paladins for a day and making them incredibly uncomfortable.
(They actually thought he was Shiro for half an hour)
Lance stretching his arms out long to pull Pidge back for a hug.
Lance shrinking a little so Keith can bend down to kiss him. 

idek it’s kinda weird my mind is a strange place
but if you want to do something with this? art? fanfic? more headcanons?
PLEASE DO! Just remember to credit me and maybe send it to me when you’re done!

anonymous asked:

Harry is white with green eyes ??!!!

Nowhere in the books does it say that Harry is white. I can draw the Harry Potter characters in whichever skin tone I like. To me, Harry is part Indian from James’ side and I try to make his hair have red tones to suggest Lily’s red hair. Yes, Harry does have green eyes in the books but I always forget and I’m also lazy. You can imagine these characters however you want, so can I. If you don’t like the way that I draw them you can block my account and go on with your merry life, or you can even make your own fan art. I would highly recommend becoming a part of the art community, it’s a great group to be in. 

Would you consider professional flirting a power? Idk

Zen’s the guy you’d go to if you need some help in hand-to-hand, blade-to-blade combat. Replication is his main thing, and it comes in handy when tackling the bigger, badder villains. The clones however, only possess his base proficiency at combat and flirting and none of his other powers. He also has a sporadic Psionic Intuition, which allows the team to see glimpses of the future (psychic dreams anyone?). Albeit fleeting, Zen tends to be extra sensitive to the bigger-scale, future-altering, history-making events. He might not be able to see how well you’d do in a test, but he’d definitely see Godzilla rising out of the water a couple days or weeks before it happens, so don’t worry. :D

Adoptive Muscle Memory is less of a power and more of a skill he developed. Quick perception and hella body-eye coordination allows him to study your moves and learn them with time. Short battles are of no use to him, but if the duel is extended or you come back for a rematch, then watch out bc he’s probably got all ur moves figured out. 

Yes, I did the math and estimated that his sword would be about 0.84m long in proportion to his height, which I think was about 5″9. I’m extra that way.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any type of visual guide to the bmc characters? I always see pictures of the cast and drawings of the characters but i have no idea who's who?

bonus: the gal’s halloween outfits (except jenna i couldn’t find any pictures EDIT: jenna’s the clown in the back lmao) 

also! i have tags for each one of them so if need you can go through my tags (also rich is usually drawn with a red streak in his hair, and most people draw the squip as a handsome computer) 

the actors, too, just in case:

  • jeremy - will connolly 
  • michael - george salazar
  • christine - stephanie hsu
  • rich - gerard canonico
  • jake - jake boyd
  • brooke - lauren marcus
  • chloe - katlyn carlson
  • jenna - katie ladner
  • squip - eric william morris
  • jeremy’s dad/scary stockboy/mr reyes - paul whitty