You can all blame @smuttine and @kurogoesinthedas for putting the idea of merpeople!Inquisitors in my head, and of course I had to draw Tae as one as well. And of course I got totally carried away, this was supposed to be only a doodle. XD
Instead I ended up soft shading it, which I rarely do because it takes forever and I have little experience with it, but all those scales on the tail wouldn’t have looked as nice had I cell shaded it. Sooooo… yeah. Having said it I do really like how it came out. ^__^ The background is this photo courtesy of Tigers-stock.
Taerel here is based on a betta fish, though not any one in particular. I looked up a bunch of them and mix and matched.
@sharkkisser said: “(I’m sorry that this was the only thing I could think of when I read their quirk descriptions)”
You frickin KNOW they sometimes use this as a battle cry before surprise attacking someone–once during battle training they try using this on Tsukki but with absolutely zero hesitation he just pulls up his shield and doesn’t even flinch when Hinata slams into it face first (#rekt)
IF IT’S OK TO SHOW YA, I made a thing inspired by you,, Because like I love ya style, and it’s a big inspiration, and all your Kira AUs lately really fuel me to draw more things for him and I dunno.
I dunno if this is even close to ya style,, god knows ya still motivate me to draw tho!
But I guess this is an AU where DMQ!Kira ends up having to deal with a “faceless man” who has a lot of very angry questions. If only Kira knew what he was asking about.
~~~~ !!!!! oh my god???? oh my god this is so nice! KICK HIS ASS KOSAKU
I FORGOT I HAD THIS ASK HOW COULD I IT’S SO GOOD (Okay let me first say AUs in which any of les amis are royalty weird me out since, yknow, monarchy, so let’s assume Enjolras happened to be born the crown prince of Camelot and absolutely hates it and is determined to dissolve the whole notion of a kingdom when he’s supposed to ascend to the throne or something like that)
We all know how the story goes: everyone hates the current king for his ban on magic throughout Camelot. Enter Grantaire, a powerful (though he doesn’t realize it) wizard new to the kingdom who hates the king for the exact same reason, and his son by extension.
A vengeful witch tries to kill Enjolras. Grantaire saves his life, though he doesn’t understand why at the time. The king makes Grantaire Enjolras’ manservant as a ‘reward’.
They can’t standeach other at first. Grantaire’s never been that well-off, and he’s uncomfortable in a ridiculously lavish place like the castle. He throws snark at Enjolras every time he’s forced to dress him or pull his bath water or whatever. Enjolras, for his part, hates Grantaire’s attitude and snaps back every time he prods, saying things like ‘the size of my bed/stable/army is beyond my control’.
The Great Dragon tells him it’s his destiny to protect Enjolras and stay by his side. ‘Two sides of the same coin’, the Dragon calls them. Grantaire wants to serve Enjolras even less, after that.
Then he starts to notice things. The sparseness of Enjolras’ chambers compared to the other rooms in the castle. Enjolras paying the merchants for far more than their goods cost, then distributing it to the children of the town. His camaraderie with many of Camelot’s knights, yet his disdain towards the ones who talk down on the poor. Arguments that happen between Enjolras and his father behind closed doors while Grantaire stands outside (”No one person should be allowed to decide who lives or dies!” “It’s the way we’ve lived for centuries.” “Then the way we live must be changed. When I become king…”).
Grantaire sees a glimmer of hope through Enjolras. Maybe, just maybe, he’s someone who could change Camelot for the better.
Grantaire stops complaining about having to prepare Enjolras’ breakfast or polish his armour, even after Enjolras says he doesn’t have to. Grantaire tells himself he’s only doing it because it takes no effort with his magic.
If it were up to Enjolras, he wouldn’t have a manservant, but he can’t bring himself to tell Grantaire to leave. He doesn’t understand why–Grantaire is loud, insufferable, pessimistic, and often shows up late in the morning reeking of the town’s tavern.
But sometimes Enjolras catches a glimmer in Grantaire’s eyes. When he’s reading, or caring for Enjolras’ horse, or when he’s laughing with the knights on the training grounds. The grass seems to stand up taller where Grantaire walks through it. Enjolras knows that’s a ridiculous notion.
One day, Camelot is swept up in a mysterious drought that left it with barely any water and food (hint: it was magic). Enjolras steals the food that the king has been hoarding away in the castle stores and distributes it to the people.
It’s the same day Grantaire realizes he now has two secrets to keep: that he’s a sorcerer, and that he loves Enjolras.
Another day, a great beast which seems impervious to Enjolras and his knights’ attacks (hint: it was magical) knocks Enjolras unconscious on his back. When he comes to, it’s only to see an armourless, weaponless Grantaire standing alone in front of the slain beast. Grantaire’s eyes are golden when he turns around and fixes them on Enjolras.
It’s strange. He could swear on the life of every citizen in Camelot that Grantaire’s eyes are a deep brown.
“Do you permit it?” Grantaire keeps asking Enjolras. He asks when he wants to leave the castle, or assist one of the knights, or borrow a book. Enjolras tells him he doesn’t need to ask for permission to do anything. Grantaire is his own person, after all. Not that Enjolras could refuse him anyway. Still, Grantaire keeps asking.
“Do you permit it?” he asks, with a roll of his eyes, when Enjolras asks where he’s going. He’s only going back to his own chambers. Enjolras reddens.
“Do you permit it?” he asks, shyly, holding a tunic that Enjolras has gifted him for his birthday (which Enjolras went through a lot of trouble to discover).
“Do you permit it?” he asks, with thinly veiled panic behind his eyes as he holds a letter from his mother with shaking hands. He needs to return to his hometown for a while. Enjolras never wants to see that look on him again.
“Do you permit it?” he asks one day, when he stands beside Enjolras as a dozen archers aim their arrows at him. Enjolras takes his hand and smiles. He wishes they had more time together.
They aren’t shot. As if propelled by an invisible force, all the archers are knocked off their feet and their bows broken. Grantaire holds his free hand towards them. His eyes are golden. It’s all the confession Enjolras needs.
“Do you permit it?” he asks, wanting permission to leave Enjolras’ service. They avoided each other for a week after the incident. Grantaire’s use of magic broke Camelot’s highest law, which Enjolras hates. He doesn’t understand why Grantaire wants to leave. The thought makes his heart clench.
Enjolras permits it, on the condition that Grantaire stay by his side. It’s not an order, but a plea. No one should be forced to live in the servitude of another, after all, least of all someone like Grantaire.
Grantaire wants the reason for his condition. Enjolras gives it to him in a rush of breath. Grantaire’s eyes go wide.
“Do you permit it?” Grantaire asks, laying a tentative hand on Enjolras’ cheek.
“Yes,” Enjolras says. Grantaire’s eyes close. Maybe they’re golden. Somehow, when Grantaire’s lips touch his, he can’t bring himself to care.
@sleepyeule I was just drawing some sweet jamilton kisses and then
Well your vague!au has taken over and destroyed my life
I hope it looks ok?? I’m actually really proud of it so like
cough pls approve senpai cough
“Hopefully you remember us from Caroline Lee’s engagement party. I’m William Darcy and this is my… fiancée, Lizzie Bennet. We want to know if you’d be interested in planning a wedding in San Francisco.”
Just read/misread the mari prompt. So ok, soulmate au where the words on you are the first words your soulmates family says to you because you are already family. (But this is terrible for yuuri because viktor has no family.) (alternate: yakov is his family)
omg I love this
Victor has kanji and hiragana and katakana on his back, neatly printed and formal. When he is seven, his mother pulls up a katakana and hiragana chart online. She can’t translate the kanji, but ヴィクトル was his name, and at least he’d know that his soulmate’s family would say his name. He knows that they are Japanese, but other than that, he’ll have to wait, someday, to find someone to translate it and tell him what the rest said.
Years later, when he moves out of his parent’s empty home, his father long gone and his mother dead in an accident, he asks Yakov’s Japanese neighbor for the rest of the translation. “Welcome to Hasetsu, Victor Nikiforov,” his neighbor reads, “You’re here for our Yuuri? He’s not here right now, but you must have had a long travel! Please, soak in the hot springs.”
He’s twenty-seven when he chases Katsuki Yuuri to his hometown, Hasetsu, his soulmark burning all the way, and when he first walks into Yu-topia Akatsuki, it feels, strangely, enough, like coming home. It’s not so strange though, when he’s greeted by a warm-faced woman and told words he’d been waiting for his whole life.
It’s a little bit hard not to cry, because ever since his mother passed away, Victor hasn’t had a family. But now… if Yuuri is willing to accept him, there’s a chance he may have a new one.
Yuuri has no soulmark.
This isn’t uncommon. There are plenty of people without soulmarks — it used to be more uncommon, when people would die younger and the chances of meeting your soulmate’s family nonexistent because they could be dead before you met them.
But still, it could also mean that you.. have no soulmate. Yuuri doesn’t know what’s worse — to have no soulmate, or to never know, for sure, because you’ll never meet their family and confirm. But he is twenty-three, and running from his worries, and having a soulmate is not something that he’s dwelled on through puberty like most of his friends; insteaad of wanting to meet his soulmate, Yuuri wishes to meet Victor Nikiforov on the ice, an equal.
(That dream is like ice on the old sting of the thought that Yuuri may end up alone in this world where people have perfect matches. The wound has been long numbed by the ice of the rink and the song of skates.)
But after he flops at Sochi and loses his dream of meeting Victor on the ice, he somehow meets his apparent soulmate instead — waking up to shovel snow and passing the family dining room, strangely boisterous at this hour. He peeks in an almost drops the shovel, because Victor Nikiforov is sitting with his parents and talking, and Mari is staring at his back and smoking a cigarette and smoking with intense thought.
The morning after his skate of Victor’s FS has gone viral, Yuuri wakes up to Victor being welcomed into his family as another son. Potential son-in-law.
“He’s definitely not mine,” Mari mutters, side-eying her brother as he sits shellshocked from Victor’s declaration that he would coach Yuuri. “Careful brother, mom and dad love him already.”
“O-Oh,” Yuuri croaks, and Makkachin licks his hand.
okay but how about an AU where Keith is a magician. not one of those lame ones you hire for kid’s parties. he’s like the cirque de soleil of magicians. he doesn’t need cheap tricks because he’s probably actually magic. lance is burdened with taking his little siblings to what he thinks is gonna be a boring show with tricks even he could do but instead he watches this mystery man in a sparkling red jacket do tricks that actually boggle his mind. nobody knows the magician’s real identity, and we watch lance pine after him for ages until a big reveal that mystery magic man is actually keith kogane, his friend who’s been pining after him for ages. lance is just like “i should’ve known, that magician had white fingerless gloves.” they kiss, and suddenly mystery magician man starts bringing his “lovely assistant” on-stage during his shows and it’s so clear that they’re totally in love