but youre keeping me here

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Hey hey hey, @lanceweek​ Day 1 is here !  Inner Space/Outer Space.

Well i bet now you know how weak I am ? I couldn’t miss an occasion to draw Blue with her paladin 💙 

You are amazing

It doesn’t matter what you’re going through, you are stronger than you realise and whatever crap is happening in your life right now… Now matter how big or how bad, it will pass. It may not seem like it. There may seem like there is only one way out.. But there isn’t. Life isn’t easy and it isn’t straightforward, but what is meant to happen will happen and all you can do is get through it and try your best. No one can ask for anything other than your best, and if you have days when you can’t do your best then that’s ok too.

If anyone who reads this needs someone to talk to then please know my ask and inbox are always open and I will do my best to help, whether you need to rant, cry or scream, I will help in whatever way I can.

Keep your head up

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bosstoaster  asked:

Microprompt: Smol Shiro gets Big Doge

me: okay phew, I finally finished all the smol!Shiro prompts in my inbox.
@bosstoaster: ….did you now.

thanks a LOT, TOASTER.

“That’s a baby yupper,” Coran whispers, horrified.

“Shiro,” Keith says, aiming for calm. His voice is shaking as he takes a careful step foward, holding out his hand. “Step away from the dog, please.”

“But he’s so fluffy,” Shiro pouts. His little hand continues to pet the giant pupper - yupper? - carefully near its neck, which is as high as small Shiro can reach. The pup - no, the alien dog - towers over him. It’s easily three times as big as Shiro is, and it is huge. “Can we keep him? Please?”

“Come back over here and we’ll talk about it,” Lance tries.

In response the alien dog opens its mouth, displaying rows and rows of sharp pointy teeth. Both Lance and Keith lurch forwards in alarm, but the yupper merely uses its long tongue to lick fully half of Shiro’s face. Shiro shrieks but it’s with delight, his little floof of hair standing straight up from the yupper’s saliva. “He likes me! He’s so friendly, please? Can we? Please?”

Because of my drawings, many people on Tumblr asked me, if I wanted to join them on Dead by Daylight.
It’s very cute, but please don’t expect me to be much of a help for your team, cause I’m still rank 20 and just so super bad at this game. Q7q well… I just play for the fun and for the characters. (Btw my first sketch of Meg and Dwight q7q)

okay so i was having thoughts this morning about how i believe that obi-wan was probably t h e best master for anakin under the circumstances (and a few others) and how as much as i hate predestination, if you accept anakin as (one of?) the chosen one(s), then he is fated to bring about the fall of the Jedi - cos you can’t have balance when the lightside outnumbers the darkside by as much as it does. and i started thinking about how what if the universes where obi-wan is his master greatly delays him fucking off to the darkside and bringing about the end of the Order? well, he was all of 23 when that happened, which means in other universes, where obi-wan is not his master, he probably abandons the order much younger than that.

okay, so - an au where.

an au where qui-gon lives. despite reasons why it probably wouldn’t happen, he becomes anakin’s master, obi-wan fucks off to do Knight Things and Grow As His Own Person. anakin has his canonical crisis of faith and great realization that being a jedi is difficult and not actually all that he thought it was going to be. he fucks off from the order - say around the age of fifteen?

qui-gon, despite everything, goes off to hunt him. despite this “betrayal”. after all, anakin is the chosen one, right? so he even goes so far as to call in obi-wan to help him find anakin. meanwhile, anakin is employing every last trick in the book to remain out of reach. he won’t go back - he won’t. he can do more good out there in the galaxy, instead of tied down by the (hostile, tbh) jedi order.

it just so happens that obi-wan finds him. rather than try to arrest him or anything (leaving the order is not a ‘take into custody’ offense, as obi-wan well knows) and actually talks to anakin about the reasons why he’s fucked off. he finds the reasons understandable. besides, becoming a jedi is not being conscripted. anakin has the right to leave if he feels like it. obi-wan tells him that it’s fucking dangerous for a half-trained force sensitive out there in the wild galaxy, but when anakin doesn’t change his mind (because he’s hella stubborn tbh) obi-wan is just like “welp” and lets him go. he tells qui-gon he never found anakin, but that it’s really unreasonable to hunt the kid down for fucking off. it’s another thing that qui-gon and obi-wan don’t see eye-to-eye with.

so that’s that, right? they’ll never see the chosen one again.

but wait, there’s more. So of course the Sith find anakin. he must bring balance to the force. Dooku and Sidious play bad cop/good cop until anakin is firmly under Sidious’ thumb. (presumably, Qui-gon would have found nine hundred different ways to keep anakin away from palpatine, who might even have been the one to plant the idea of running off into anakin’s head on the few times when he was allowed to speak with the kid). anakin goes corrupt, as you do when siths are fucking with your head, and the story proceeds.

here it is, the fall of the jedi order, and order 66.

ymmv what happens to qui-gon. does he live through even this? or is he shot down protecting obi-wan? in either case, obi-wan survives as he tends to, trying to regroup with the rest of the surviving Jedi. of course, you have this wretched sith lord, Darth Vader, hunting them all down. his skill with a blade is unparalleled. no jedi who has faced him has survived.

when he finds them, obi-wan stays back, sacrificing himself to save the others. and yet, to his surprise, darth vader does not kill him. darth vader himself does not understand entirely why, only that once when he was very young, a jedi heard him out and let him go.

he does not let obi-wan go, but neither does his blade fall.

And so it was that The Joshua Tree 2017 Tour started with Larry No Fucks Given Mullen Jr strutting down the catwalk like a motherfucker. And so it also was that Larry No Fucks Given Mullen Jr ignored the crowd as he went, giving no fucks as he proceeded to slam out the intro to Sunday Bloody Sunday like the cool motherfucker that he is. I Love You, Larry No Fucks.

Perks of Dating a Necromancer

(because I had this conversation with my friend and I feel like I should post this here)

1. Skeleton War will be an actual thing.

2. Your pet is dead? Not for long!

3. Receiving creepily adorable Valentine’s Day presents (eg. “Human blood is red, but some of their veins are blue. Last year I gave you my heart, so this year I’ll give you two.”)

4. Death puns.

5. You’ll be totally safe during a zombie apocalypse thanks to “Control Undead”

6. You’re dating someone who is totally capable of creating an invincible army of undead. I mean, come on.

7. UNDEAD DRAGONS.

8. They’re great if you need to hide a body.

9. Skeleton puns.

10. They’re massive help if you’re struggling with biology..

11. They can fix that poor little dead bird you found yesterday at the park.

12. “‘Till death do us part” no longer applies.

13. Neither does ‘YOLO’

14. They usually dress in black, so if you like that too, you can steal their clothes if you want. (oversized hoodies that smell a little like death, but only a little ftw)

15. They can make a few skeletons/zombies do a wide variety of silly dances to cheer you up.

16. Halloween.

17. They may tell you what happens after death.

18. Hearing them do an impression of Frankenstein when raising the dead. (”IT’S ALIIIIIIIIIIIVE”)

19. You know the skeleton rave from the music video of “Hey Girls, Hey Boys” by Chemical Brothers? Yeah.

20. Watching horror movies together and hearing them complain about how such-and-such is a wrong way to raise the dead, and anyway that’s not how the human skeleton works etc. etc.

21. “Are you a graveyard? Because I’m dead inside and want to bury myself in you.”

22. The whole ‘skulls, bones and old books’ aesthetic

23. Want to meet J.R.R Tolkien? Terry Pratchett? Christopher Lee? No problem!

24. The same as above, but with family members.

25. Hearing random facts about the human body/bones/life/death etc. everyday.

26. They can probably bring back extinct animals as long as they have the skeletons (I think)

27. “Jurassic Park: Skeleton Edition”. Only the dinosaurs aren’t trying to kill you.

28. Quiet walks through the graveyards.

29. Throwing a mini zombie apocalypse on Halloween and/or April Fools.

30. Since they stay among the dead for so long, they usually appreciate any living creature staying close to them. (ie. extremely adorable cuddling sessions. Necromancers make the best cuddlers, shut up.)

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Y/N: how long until you think they’ll find me?
C: they won’t, ain’t no one taking my girl from.
I: you know I say you just turn yourself in it was a petty crime, the worst they’ll do is make you pay for what you stole, maybe give you community service work.
C: Ian you’re no help.
Y/N: it’s already been 24 hours I’m sure they’ll just give up and count their losses.
C: just stay lowkey here for awhile. *kisses your neck*
Y/N: does staying lowkey mean you’re keeping me here to have sex with you?
C: no baby…
Y/N: *glares*
C: ok yes it does. *pouts*
Y/N: I never said I have a problem with that.

-requested by anon
-not my gif

Send My Love (To Your New Lover)

“Expulsion?” Newt breathed the word like he was afraid and all you could do was nod meekly; eyes shining with unshed tears.

“The, the, the Headmaster gave me an hour to gather my things and, and, and Pro, pro, professor Dumbledore is supposed to take me home.” You sobbed; burying your face in your hands, missing the flash of agony and guilt that crossed your best friend’s face.

“Oh, (Y/n)…” he said and pulled you into a tight hug as you cried.

“I don’t wanna go,” you whimpered, “I don’t wanna go!”


Your parents greeted you with open arms and you nearly collapsed in relief.

“Oh sweetie,” your mother cooed and your father squeezed the two of you into a massive bear hug. Your professor shifted in the background and you turned to face him, sniffling.

“Thank you,” you whispered, “thank you so much.” The smile he gave you was sad, but there was a glimmer of pride in his ice blue eyes.

“What happened to you was unjust,” he replied, “and I could not, in good faith, stand by and do nothing.”

“Still,” you curled your fists, “without you, I’d have lost my wand too.”

“True,” he agreed calmly, “though I admit that I can do very little else for you except for this.” With a flourish, he pulled out a folded bit of parchment and handed it to you. You took it without complaint, ripping it open and reading its contents greedily. Your mother smacked your shoulder lightly, appalled by your rude behavior.

You didn’t care, too busy drinking in the information that your favorite teacher had given you. Your father laughed and brought your mother in close as she fumed.

“You can take the girl out of Ravenclaw, but you can’t take the Ravenclaw out of the girl. Just like someone else I know.”

You ignored them in favor of meeting Dumbledore’s patient stare.

“Ukraine?” You asked incredulously, “you want me to go to Ukraine?”

“It may not sound glamorous, but it will get you out of the country and away from the public eye.” You didn’t need to be told twice.

“I’ll do it.”


Your mother spent the next month and a half trying to convince you to stay or at least go somewhere safe, like America.

You shot her down every time.

Finally, your day of departure arrived and both you and your parents stood outside; staring down at the portkey that would be taking you to your mission site. Your mother cried.

“Love, please,” she begged, “please, think this out. It’ll be cold and you’ll be the only woman there! I can’t, in good consciousness, let you go!”

“Mum,” you said softly; bringing her in for a hug. “I need this, don’t you understand? I can’t even go to the Leaky Cauldron without people recognizing me. At least this way I’ll be able to recover some semblance of my reputation.”     

She sniffed.

“Fine, if I can’t convince you, maybe he will.”

“He” turned out to be none other than Newt Scamander.

You blinked in shock, not believing what you were seeing.

“Newt?” You stepped forward; hand reaching out to touch his face before you stopped yourself. He nodded shyly, but refused to meet your eye.

“Hello.”

“Wha, what are you doing here?” It was a valid question. Ever since your expulsion, you hadn’t heard a thing from the redhead.

He cleared his throat, eyes flicking up to search your face before drifting away again.

“Your mum called, said you were about to do something monumentally stupid and that she needed me to talk you out of it.”

You bit back a groan.

“Of course she would,” you muttered; pinching the bridge of your nose. “Look, Newt, I’m so happy to see you, I really am, but my portkey is about to leave and I just, I can’t deal with this right now.”

“Deal with what?” There was a dangerous edge to his voice, but you were so caught up with your own problems at the time to notice.

“Deal with this!” You snapped; throwing your hands up in the air. “For the past month I’ve been treated like some sort of criminal for something I didn’t even do! And now, now that I have the chance to get away from the looks and, and, and the gossip, my own mother tries to blackmail me into staying!” Newt stiffened and a dark look crossed his face.

“No one asked you to take the fall.” He spat and you were thoroughly surprised at the bitterness behind his words. Despite it, you let out a humorless laugh.

“Yes, I did, because if I hadn’t, you would’ve.”

There was a brief moment of silence and you let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through your hair.

“Newt,” you finally said, “I don’t want to argue and I don’t want to leave it like this, but I need to go.”  He immediately deflated and he looked so heartbroken that you almost wanted to stay. Almost.

“Will you write?” You bit your bottom lip and gave him a helpless shrug.

“I’ll try, but…” His moss green eyes sharpened at your hesitation and he stepped forward; dwarfing your small form.

“Merlin’s beard, your Mum was right. You are doing something monumentally stupid.”

“…”

He slumped forward; resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Can you at least tell me what you’re doing?”

Merlin, you wanted to. You’d wanted to tell him since the beginning, but you knew better. The minute she asked, Newt would crumble like paper in the rain and you couldn’t risk it. Not now.

“No, I can’t.”

You could practically see him frown at that and his next words were muffled by your hair.

“I promise not to tell her.”

“That’s what you said when I told you about Eddie Redmayne. Next thing I know, half of Hogwarts was talking about how we did it in the Potion’s cupboard.” He went to retort, but your pocket watch chimed softly and you pulled away to check it.

“I’ve got less than a minute.” You said and he sighed softly.

“You’re still going to go?”

“I have to.”


You barked orders in Russian and the men scrambled to meet them as you drew Hayden’s attention towards you.

“Here love, here! That’s right, that’s right, keep your eyes on me. Ignore the silly men and their silly scrambling.”

The ironbelly roared and flapped his wings; puffs of smoke escaping from his nostrils as he snorted.

“I know, sweetie, I know, but you have to calm down. I promise, everything will be okay, okay? Now be a good boy for mummy and go hunt yourself some dinner. I’m feeling very particular to goat, what about you?”

He let out another roar before lifting off, wind snapping at your hair and clothes as he did so.

After a tense second or so, you relaxed and made an attempt to fix your ruffled appearance. Just as you finished fluffing up your hair, Aventin ran up to you, letter in hand. Absentmindedly, you ruffled the boy’s hair before dropping a sickle into his palm.

Making your way back to your tent, you flipped over the envelope and grinned when you saw Newt’s familiar scrawl. Breaking the seal, you skimmed over its content, the smile that had been on your face slowly sliding off as you did so.

Your legs stopped moving as you reread his final sentence.

Leta and I plan on marrying in the spring and I hope you’ll be back before hand.

He might as well have slapped you in the face.

After everything that girl had put him through, put you through, he wanted to marry her!?

Merlin’s beard, you’d gotten yourself expelled because of her!

Swearing loudly, you ripped up his letter and stomped back into your tent.


Half a bottle of vodka later and you were in the middle of scribing a rather nasty sounding letter to your (former) best friend when Dumbledore apparated in.

He took in your teared stained face and the death grip you had on the neck of your bottle before sighing and vanishing away both the alcohol and your poorly thought out letter.

“I see you received the news.”

You nodded and whimpered; sobbing into his chest as he drew you in for a hug.

“It hurts now, but I promise you, my dear, it lessens with time.”


You didn’t go to the wedding, not because you didn’t want to (you really hadn’t wanted to), but because you were recovering at St. Mungo’s after a nasty accident involving Hayden and a Ministry official.

(The man was still blubbering for the ironbelly’s death.)

Dumbledore sauntered into your hospital room with a bouquet and a sack of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans. You forced a small smile.

“Flowers from the wedding?”

He chuckled at that; transfiguring the hard plastic seat into something more cushy before sitting down.

“Alas, it was Madame Longbottom that caught it, not I.”

You nodded; sinking back into your pillow tiredly.

“I see.”

There was a stretch of silence and you watched with mild amusement as your former teacher picked through the sweets.

“He was quite disappointed when you didn’t show.” He finally said as he bit into something bright green with unnattractive yellow spots. His face gave away nothing as he chewed.

“Forgive me,” you said dryly, “but his wedding was the farthest thing from my mind as I kept an entire colony of dragons from eating my company.”

“I’d say you were lying, but now that I see you, I’m more inclined to believe your dragon story.”

Your head snapped up to see Newt leaning against the doorframe, his green eyes taking in everything as he stared at your bedridden form. Your heart sunk when you caught sight of the gold band on his hand.

“Newt.”

“Merlin, (Y/n),” he muttered, “what were you thinking?”

“If I’m being honest, it was something along the lines of ‘holy Rowena, it’s hot as balls’ and ‘I think there went my left eyebrow’.”

“You know what I mean. What were you doing with dragons!?”

You bit your lip, refusing to meet his eye.

“I can’t tell you.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he walked into the room.

“And why not?”

“Because.”

Because you’ll tell Leta, who’ll tell that sewing circle of hers, which may or may not doom the entirety of Britain.

As if reading your mind, (you wouldn’t be surprised if he could if you were being honest) Albus cleared his throat and took your hand in a fatherly manner.

“Ah yes, about that, my dear. The Ministry has decided that, in light of recent developments, to cancel the project.”

“What!? Why!?”

At the same time, Newt asked:

“What Ministry project? (Y/n), when did you start working for the Ministry?”

You ignored him, (e/c) eyes shining with frustration.

I swear, if that quivering pile of shite has done anything…

“Surely, my dear, you’ve noticed that you’re the only one Hayden and his brood respond to, yes?” Another jelly bean passed his lips. “Ever since you’ve been hospitalized no one’s managed to get into the sanctuary, let alone to the ironbellies.”

Ironbellies!?”

“So that’s it?” Your hands were gripping tightly at your hair and you drew your knees up so you could rest your elbows on them. “A year and a half of my life wasted and I’ve got nothing to show for it except for a set of unattractive scars.”

“Of course not. The tamers were quite impressed and wrote a glowing recommendation to the Minister. Due to their kindness,” here you made a mental note to send your former team something nice, “you now have an offer at a position in the Ministry’s Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.”

…scratch that, you were going to murder them as soon as you were discharged.

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Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 11.)

CHAPTER TITLE: Who Are You?

Part 1. - Part 2.  - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5. - Part 6. - Part 7. - Part 8. - Part 9. - Part 10.

Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (post-apocalypse)
Summary:
Negan and Simon show the Reader around the Sanctuary and decide to give her a position in the community.
Word Count: 5,779
Warning: SMUT!!! (definitely wasn’t going to add it in this chapter, but the Reader deserved it ;-) )
Author’s Note: I haven’t read through this to correct any mistakes, but I will do that later! So, here’s a warning just in case there are errors. Ahhh. Can you guys feel it? The awaited threesome will soon happen. It’s going to be worth the wait and I am so glad that everyone who has read this story is liking it so far! Like I said previously, I have many plans and directions that I am wanting to take for this particular story, so I hope you all stay tuned! :)

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(GIF Source: @jeffrey-daddy-morgan​)

The following morning, you were woken by the sound of quiet knocks coming from your door. You hadn’t realized that you overslept – in fact, it had been such a long time since you were able to sleep that comfortably.

Climbing out of the small bed, you slowly walked to the door and opened it quietly. You noticed Negan and Simon standing on the other side, each with a big grin on their lips.

“Well, good fucking morning, doll.” Negan smirked, stepping inside and allowing his eyes to rake over your features. You were still sporting the flannel and panties and nothing else.

“Sorry… I didn’t mean to oversleep,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes and shutting the door once Simon stepped inside. You raised your arms above your head to stretch out your tense muscles, the flannel lifting above your legs to reveal your black cotton panties.

Negan and Simon looked down, clearing their throats.

“That’s okay. Negan and I cleared our schedule for today to show you around and talk about your role here in the Sanctuary. We figured you’d need some rest.” Simon said, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Do we at least get a good morning kiss?” Negan smiled.

“Are you kidding me? Not at all,” you teased. “Though, let me take a quick shower and then we can get a start on this personal tour.”

Simon arched a brow, “You need some help?”

You looked over your shoulder as you began walking to the connected bathroom. “Nope. I’m flexible. You remember, right?”

Negan growled, “You’re such a fucking tease.”

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anonymous asked:

Hiiiii I love your art it is beautiful! Could you take a request of teacher!kuailiang or teacher!kenshi?

EDIT: lol i forgot to add his scar c’: …shame on me

anonymous asked:

Would you happen to have prompts for two characters who hate each other having to huddle for warmth? (Not a modern setting)

“You’re hogging the blanket!”
“I’m bigger than you - I need more of the blanket!”
“And there was me thinking your insufferable ego would keep you warm.”


“Look - come here. Before we are frozen to death.”
“I imagine I would rather freeze to death than cuddle with you.”
They were yanked closer, all but pinned into place with arms wrapping around their body. 


They huddled together in a stony silence, doing everything they could to avoid meeting each other’s gaze. Maybe, if they did not meet eyes, come morning and rescue they could better pretend unspoken that this never happened.