Compilation doodles + Name explanations for the OC kids in the YOI Future!verse ABO AU
^ Literally the above, because I thought WAY too hard about these for legit months
(the twins were conceived in my mind back in DECEMBER and Arisa in
January >.>;;) and I want to rant about my reasoning for all of
IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS AU: It’s Yuuri-centric polyamory in an ABO setting, Yuuri’s married to four mates (Victor, Yurio, Phichit, Minami) and the above are their kids.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t know any Russian or Thai and my
info comes from not-so-trustworthy Google-sensei though I did my best to
triple check from multiple sources including non-English ^ ^; I am however native and fluent in both Japanese and English and also consulted a Japanese linguist regarding my kanji choices ^ ^; If I made
any mistakes please be gentle, and also understanding that this is a
low-stress self-indulgent near-crack AU >.>;;;
Do you ever think about how incredible it would be if Lance became Black Paladin. Lance as Allura’s second in command in the fight against Zarkon. These two beautiful dark skinned heroes, Allura leading the resistance and Lance leading the team, saving the universe……….
uh anyways if u don’t think that at some point gamora just straight up bench presses peter idk what to tell u
“okay, brace yourself”
“u got it babe”
casual conversation is sustained whilst she does this (this is the woman who once literally picked up a space pod and threw it at her sister remember), peter probably screws around on the zune, they talk abt whether or not they’re raising groot responsibly enough & what drax is making for dinner,
Yeah, you all should have known this was coming… They don’t call me Cowgirl for nothing…
(This gif was made by my gorgeous friend Pam @saucynewf - and is being used with her permission)
Seriously, how much
is a girl supposed to take? You share rooms with these guys, watch
them walk around half-dressed, banter back and forth with them. You
take Dean’s suggestive, flirty comments and respond in kind,
telling yourself it’s all part of your friendship.
And then he does
Of all things, a
mechanical bull. You thought those things died out with Urban Cowboy.
But now, as you stand watching with your jaw clenched, and your nails
digging into your palms, and your thighs clamped together, Dean is
riding the fuck out of Larry, the centerpiece of the bar you went
into for the sole reason of grabbing some burgers.
You can’t tear
your eyes from him as his body sways, looking like he’s part of
that saddle. The muscles of his thighs are tight, holding firm, his
torso lean and lithe as he moves with it, sinuous and sexy as hell.
One arm waves above his head, giving him the balance he needs, the
other bicep bunched and bulging beneath the plaid shirt, unbuttoned
at the front to allow your eyes to cruise over where his t-shirt
clings to his pecs, his ribs, his belly.
“Do you know him?”
the waitress whispers, and you nod, your lips parted and your eyes
glued to Dean as the ride ends, and he slowly lowers himself back,
sprawled and smiling. “Lucky you,” she says, turning to go back
to work, and you blow out a breath, closing your mouth and lowering
dude pls talk about some jason angst if you're up for it... my corps are dying...
Jason Todd is lonely. He has made amends with his family, and he has the Outlaws, sure, but at the end of the night…he’s a lost child stuck in the body of a man. He’s still the homeless kid who slept in boxes and hid in corners, and he doesn’t think he can ever accept companionship. Not because he doesn’t want it, but because he genuinely thinks he’s not worthy of it. “Everyone leaves.”
His time in Arkham really fucked him up. To put someone suffering from PTSD into forced contact with the source of his trauma?? Jason spent night after night choking on his own sobs while listening to the clown laugh. He was the kid again, the toy soldier that belonged to Batman, and he hated it. Batman wasn’t coming for him; nobody was.
It hurts Jason to care about people; its absolutely toxic, he thinks, loving someone. Loving his family, his friends…it’s an all consuming burn that he can’t fight. Everyone and everything he touches is sure to die. Being alone meant everyone (but him) was better off.
Jason has the worst reactions to fear gas…like it’s literally brutal. But letting people know is exposing a weakness so he drags his shaking body back to his apartment, locking himself in the soundproof room. Bruce and the others once find him there after he’s MIA for a few days; he’s hydrated, unresponsive, and there’s bloodied scratches everywhere. Bruce is shaken, but Jason refuses to talk about it. How was he supposed to tell the man that the fear gas showed him that fatal moment when Batman slit his throat?
Speaking of which…Jason doesn’t think there’s anything left in him to break. But everytime he thinks about how Bruce (his father figure, his mentor), picked the Joker over him, an unbearable silence settles over him and he has to close his eyes for a moment. It’s too much. It’s the saddest moment of his life.
Jason Todd can laugh, live, and fight. He’s as functional as any of the others, but there’s always going to be one factor that separate him from everyone else. He doesn’t think he deserves this second life. He thinks its was a mistake, something everyone kindly ignores.
He thinks he’s a walking grave; he thinks Bruce looks at him, and sees the glass case down in the Batcave
He’s a ghost, and he knows there’s nothing he can do to change that