don't look at this coloring too closely

It only took a million years (read, almost 2 months) but here is my coloring for @aquafeles Galra!Keith and Altean!Lance in their Fantasy AU! I learned so many things while coloring this… and I’m pretty proud of it. (I know I’m going to look back at this in 4 months and be like “my coloring was trash” but bah) Thank you again aquafeles for letting me color your awesome picture!! 

toasty boy with the sparkling peach lemonade ayee

Hair: The American Tribal Love-Rock Musical, 1969

Found this attempt at colorizing TC in a folder from April 2014 that I’d completely forgotten about. Thought it looked HELLA shit at the time so gave up trying to improve it.

3 years later (to my eyes) it’s not HELLA shit anymore - only a bit shit ;D

I’ll never have the time or energy to try again so best not waste it HERE YA GO OOFT IT’S LIKE 23 YEAR OLD TIM CURRY IS IN THE ROOM, what youth, what charisma, what beauty.

resists urge to add cheesy dialog to the middle of the pic

Finally finished! \o/ I might edit some things before I print it but this is it for the most part \o/

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“Papa!”

Viktor has approximately half a second to brace himself before he feels the impact on his shins and tries not to topple over. A head of black hair is all he can see for a moment as his son presses his face low on Viktor’s stomach. When Kouki looks up, Viktor is met with bright brown eyes and a winning smile as his son beams up at him, arms linked around Viktor’s legs.

“Hello, малыш, how was your day?” Viktor asks, kneeling down to grab Kouki up in a tight hug. Kouki squirms in his hold, laughing as Viktor presses an exaggerated kiss to his cheek, his knees starting to ache from the way they dug into the hard ground. He ignores it as Amaliya toddles over after her brother with a small frown, her legs still somewhat wobbly and uncoordinated. The backpack around her shoulders is comically large, nearly slipping off her shoulders with every step. Despite the fact that she insists she needs a big-kid backpack like her brother, it only contains a small tiger plush, a well-worn box of colored pencils, and an empty bento box at the end of the day.

She reaches out to grip Viktor’s shirt sleeve when she gets close enough, catching herself as she tips over slightly before speaking almost too softly for him to hear.

“Where’s Tousan?”

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So I caught up on One Piece today and yeah this is my ship but I also just really like them as friends and their teamwork is great and I love them. Long distance fighters for the win!  lol But yeah, I just feel like they’d work really well as a ship I mean, you can’t not find it cute when they’re grabbing each other, screaming in horror as Luffy is about to kill them all. haha

My shitty art “style” doesn’t really do them justice but it’s such an under appreciated pair that I felt I needed to contribute in some way… and I’ll probably contribute more later but this is a start! :)

Here I am, too lazy to make an ace day card, yet drawing a picture about it. What do you know.

But my icon is a flag with a little ornament on my head and you expect me NOT to draw my ace of spades as a cute flag, too?

I needed this definition years ago. Growing up, I just figured I was a late bloomer or just different with no legit way to describe it. Now I can finally explain to myself how I feel as someone who doesn’t experience romantic or sexual attraction. I’m a proud aromantic asexual. An aro ace ;)

Heal

Type: Gabriel x Reader
Genre:
Angst, Fluff
Warnings:
Gore, just in the first part
Prompt:
First Time Seeing His Wings
Note:
this one is my fav. Enjoy! ~

3 - First Time Seeing His Wings

Your memories of what happened when you stepped into that room are confused.
You remember walking in and seeing Gabriel’s body on the ground, hidden under a mass of feathers covered in blood.
You remember the fear. The smell of death. The burnt corpses on the ground. Trying to think about it, your mind is filled by the foggy image of your hand held out to touch Gabriel’s shoulder, and his cry of pain following it.
Castiel is speaking to the brothers near to your ear, but he sounds a thousand feet distant. “Stay back, guys”. His voice is calm and steady, but it hides a seed of terror. “Don’t look at his wings. It’s disrespectful”. When he turns his attention to you, immobile for the fear, he tries to shake you. “(Y/N). Listen to me”. You don’t turn around, your eyes fixed on Gabriel’s figure, your hands still in the air for the fear of hurting him again. “You’re the only one who can help him. Wings are the most intimate part of an angel. Usually, they’re only shown to soulmates”. He pauses for a moment, and without looking at him you can feel he’s trying not to look at Gabriel. “I can help you bring him home, but nothing more. He’ll need your help”.

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