but oh my god the colouring

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“This gift that you gave me for my birthday. You never got to tell me why you gave it to me or what it means… but I think I know. I think that you appreciate that there are extraordinary men and women and… extraordinary moments when history leaps forward on the backs of these individuals. That what can be imagined can be achieved… that you must dare to dream… but that there’s no substitute for perseverance and hard work… and teamwork… because no one gets there alone. And that, while we commemorate the greatness of these events and the individuals who achieve them, we cannot forget the sacrifice of those who make these achievements and leaps possible.”

“I just thought it was a pretty cool key chain.”

Agape&Eros 

 scetch: variation of poses in half-dragon form. 

Let me know if you wanna see it full coloured and number.


Victor-Yurio-Yuri dragons concept

Otabek-Mila-Georgi dragons concept

wings: Victor Yurio Yuri

falling in love + au info



LAST YUURI OH MY GOD LET ME TAKE IT  ( ̄ ; ̄)

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Star Wars worlds : Dathomir 
Dathomir was a remote, neutral planet in the Quelli sector and the home of the Nightsisters. The planet, lit red by its central star, had numerous continents that were overrun with vegetation, forests, and swamplands. The Nightsisters, also known as the Dathomir witches, made their home in the swamps, and wielded magicks fueled by Dathomir’s own power. Dathomir was also home to the Nightbrothers, Zabraks who were ruled by the Nightsisters. During the Clone Wars, Dathomir would come under attack multiple times due to the machinations of Mother Talzin and her rival Darth Sidious, leading to the destruction of most of the inhabitants and settlements on the planet by the Confederacy of Independent Systems after conquering it. Asajj Ventress, a Nightsister trained by Count Dooku, returned to Mother Talzin after her master betrayed her, drawing Dathomir to Dooku’s attention and concluding in a battle where all the Nightsisters but Ventress and Mother Talzin were killed.

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Tumblr please don’t kill the quality too much.

Okay, jumped on the bandwagon of @beanpots‘s Day and Night AU, which is so gorgeous I couldn’t help but draw the precious kings in a mural style. Looks a little asymmetrical (especially Yuuri OH GODS WHY), but that’s cuz I can’t do digital lineart to save my life (I definitely prefer digital colouring tho) so I just did it over my ink sketch from the paper version. Still, I’ve definitely come a long way with my digital arts, so I’m really happy with how this turned out. :3

Anyways, hope y’all like it, especially the creator of the AU LOL.

i am trash

@varg-writes​ wrote a goddamn beach episode, people. I am not okay. I had to draw Symmetra in her swanky bikini i’m sorry.

Bonus:

James, you’re staring. Also shut up Roadhog you’re wearing crocs and eating tim tams.

sirius black: a few facts

  • flamboyant as fuck
  • would probably lose a drinking contest to a house elf
  • sees more colours than most others
  • im talking “why do you own this pair of shoes twice” - “oh my god prongs one of these is onyx and the other is clearly midnight blue are you taking the mickey”
  • sleep walks and has to be tucked back in very gently
  • shit at most games bc he gets fidgety and distracted, but will pout for hours if he loses
  • his intimidating/sexy glare is actually him zoning out
  • astonished at the simplest facts bc “NO ONE TOLD ME THE MUGGLES HAVE BEEN TO THE MOON HOW THE F”
  • when he borrows something he returns it either (1) broken (peter’s quill), (2) glittery (james’ pants) or (3) after two years (also james’ pants) or (4) all of the above (don’t ask)
  • hates wearing baggy or thick clothes so he’s always whining about being cold and demanding cuddles
  • the one time in history of magic he raised his hand it was to ask if quentin the queer was gay and prof binns actually floated away backwards through the wall

I’m so torn between clean-and-tidy-Remus and messy-oh-my-god-James-where-are-my-robes???????????-Remus


Like, imagine Remus, who the Marauders laugh at because “Monster? Really? Remus, you fold your socks. Forgive me for not trembling at the sight of you!" 

Who has his clothes organised in colour in his drawers, and his chest is SO asymmetrical and neat that it actually pains Sirius to look at. And everything has to be in the right place; a Remus who takes his books and quills out of his bag and always puts them in the same place in every class or he can’t work properly.

And when he isn’t paying Sirius any attention, the latter moves one of his pencils out of place because he knows it will irk Remus, and he preens under his gaze, irritated or otherwise, vindictively smug as Remus snatches his pencil back and positions it, shooting him a dark glare. Sometimes, Sirius goes one step further and throws his pencil on the opposite side of the classroom, JUST before the professor comes in, if only for the joy of watching Remus’ eye twitch throughout the lesson as he can’t retrieve it for another 55 minutes. 

But I’m talking about a Remus who is such a neat-freak because it’s the one thing he can control and it doesn’t quite make up for that little thing he can’t control, but he pretends it does.


But what about a Remus who wears EVERYONE ELSES clothes because he can never find his own and mumbling because ”Merlin, James, you have incredibly skinny legs,“ and wincing every time he walks because there is honestly no oxygen flowing to certain areas, like "hOW CAN YOU MOVE IN THESE?? I CANT EVEN BREATHE!”

a Remus who leaves his underwear wherever he takes them off and has a clucking Sirius trailing after him, picking them up and telling him “you HAVE A DRAWER for a REASON”

And Peter (having the bed closest to the bathroom) ALWAYS finds pieces of his uniform around his bed: a tie under his pillow, an odd sock under the mattress and it will be 2 in the morning, when Pete suddenly goes “oh” and the other three boys can only just see him in the darkness get out of bed, walk over and hand Remus back his boxers

Messy hair, looking like he’d just apparated or flooed or stepped out of an avalanche, and his tie is never properly done because it’s too fiddly for him in a morning and he barely sleeps and honestly, who can be bothered to tie a tie???? James??? How do you do that? and so James ends up tying his tie for him EVERY morning, since he’s the mother hen of the group and one of his babies is struggling.

And he’s not scruffy, but his robes are shabby (after his dad lost his job at the ministry, they had always struggled financially so his clothes were secondhand or handmade by his mum). His trousers are either two long so he has to roll them up a bit or barely brushing his ankles, and his shirt is never tucked in (unless Sirius manhandles him and forcibly shoves it down his waistband because “dear MERLIN remus is it THAT difficult to look presentable, you mongrel tosspot!” because he’s a Pureblood, no matter how hard he tries to reject it, and he retains that obsession with perfect appearances so messy Remus kills him.

(deep down, he finds Remus’ long and scraggly hair very endearing, though he wont admit it and protests to his dying day that he needs a haircut)

The worst though, by far, is when Remus starts growing a beard and mustache. And it’s not by choice!! it’s just he can’t see the point in shaving it off, especially once the war starts and they’ve got bigger things on their mind. but the others hate it, like HATE IT. Sirius always complains that it thaws his chin when they kiss, and Peter strokes it in lieu of a hello. James sees it and exasperatedly says, “really Moony? wasnt one furry problem enough??”

I dunno man, just a Remus who can have some leeway in his life and doesn’t have to worry about these things because he knows his friends are there to watch his back




…………and shave his beard off at 4 in the morning when he’s fallen asleep because honestly, remus we ARE DOING YOU a FAVOUR !!!!!!!! now hold still

Here is my secret santa gift for @mintowls for @tsukyamgiftexchange ! I am so so sorry for not having done any of your cool aus like im so inept its horrendous :(( 

I hope you still like this gift tho ;; v ;;;)/ … Happy new year!


Oh my god I don’t care about him at all, not even a little bit.


His eyes are the wrong colour and he doesn’t taste like you, his hands on my hips make me nauseous, his breath on my neck just stings, his mouth doesn’t fit on mine properly and when he looks into my eyes I don’t want to look back into his

Oh my god I don’t care about him at all

But he’s here, and you’re not

He’s always here, and you never are

—  come back ~ blue-delusion

bifidosmetana  asked:

I don't know if anyone has mentioned this before... but we all know that silver and blue are the colours of the Wings of Freedom. And that perfectly match with the idea of why they made Erwin and Levi wear blue suit and silver leggins respectively. On that recent official art they are even placed on both sides from the kids just like the Wings of Freedom - silver Levi's on the right side and blue Erwin's on the left.

Oh my god! You’re right @bifidosmetana.  Now we know the real reason for this fashion disaster! 

Colour Me Blue

Originally posted by sirredmayne

Imagine: You and Newt have been dating for several months. One day, you both find yourself in your art studio, working on one of your major art pieces before becoming slightly distracted by a paint war. Fluff ensues.

Requests: (@nutellawellafreak) Oh my god.. I’ve just read all of your Newt fics in the span on 2 hours. They’re all so good! Would I be able to request a story? Could Newt and the reader both like each other and one night the reader gets drunk and confesses?? Just lots of fluff please! Thank you!! <3

(ANONYMOUS) Hi! May I request a modernish (doesn’t have to be) imagine where the artist!reader gets bored one day and sees newt without a shirt and wants to paint on him? It doesn’t have to be spicy or anything but if you want it to be, I wouldn’t mind a little spice ;) :) you also don’t have to write this if you aren’t comfortable! :)

Author’s Note: Sort of used these requests as inspiration, I didn’t exactly do as you both asked, but it’s a cute lil imagine nonetheless! I just also want to say a quick thanks to all of you guys (today especially) for filling my ask with the loveliest comments. You all hold a special place in my heart. I hope you enjoy, my love for you all has no ends. xx

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*sobs hysterically* Commissioning @kisu-no-hi to draw my Inquisitor and Cullen was the worst idea ever; I’ve been staring at it for hours because I’m just so in love with everything about it. Look at the lighting and shading and the colours oh my god I am slain You should definitely commission her if you want to cry over beautiful artwork and end a four-year writer’s block.

“You should train with the Herald,” Leliana had suggested, in that tone of voice that meant it wasn’t really a suggestion. “It would be good for morale. Let the men see that she can fight.”

Can she fight?” He had responded.

Can she fight? Ha.

Ten minutes in the practice ring, and Cullen had yet to land a blow on her. Another ten, and it had dawned on him. Arcadia was toying with him. Every lunge and slash, every strike had been dodged and as she spun away, she’d reach out and tap him with a dagger– he hadn’t even realized he was leaving her an opening.

Quite the crowd of recruits had gathered outside of Haven’s gates, watching as the Inquisition’s commander was utterly humiliated in single combat. Varric wasn’t even pretending to hide his amusement, offering commentary and odds and payout figures, pocketing coin and names alike.

This is ridiculous. The Maker-damned woman wasn’t even out of breath!

His frustration became all the more palpable when she winked at him, and disappeared into thin air. He threw his sword arm back to catch her flanking attack, and when it didn’t connect with anything, he swept his shield in an arc around him to clip her from where she stalked.

It didn’t connect either.

He finally glimpsed her when she came out of stealth, crouched low to the ground right in front of him. She smiled up at him– smiled!– and kicked his legs out from underneath him.

He laid on his back, breathless and stunned, as her weight settled upon his chest. The ringing in his ears was interrupted by the sound of daggers either side of his head crunching into the dirt. Arcadia’s face came into focus above him, a small smirk playing at her lips.

“If I was a fireball,” she said, “you’d be dead right now.”

He thought the recruits would never stop laughing.

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Seven brothers, seven sons.

(there come my fëanorians at last !)

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Jon was not afraid of death, but he did not want to die like that, trussed and bound and beheaded like a common brigand. If he must perish, let it be with a sword in his hand, fighting his father’s killers.