i got stuck for ideas

Concept: Victor and Yuuri are sharing a hotel room with the beds pushed together, they’re just laying peacefully together until suddenly Victor gets the idea to start tickling Yuuri. This turns into a all out tickle fight and somehow it ends up with one of them slowly sinking in between the two beds and getting stuck. The other is laughing at them but in a loving and endearing way that the one stuck in between the two beds can’t help but laugh with them.

Ok so that’s exactly how I usually would picture Yugi in Ancient Egypt stories. (Unless it’s a slave fic again XD)

It just suits him so perfectly well. He’s confitent, cheecky and absolutely adorable in this picture to the point where I would propably hug him to no end. I also support the color scheme of Yugi having the deep violet/purple colours whereas in my imagination Atemu is usually the one to get all crimson cape and eyes. Anyone agreeing on that?

Now let’s talk about Heba for a little bit.
I really love the Idea of the same meaning for the Egyptian name and especially if it’s a fanfic where Yugi/Heba is really born in Egypt I quite like the Idea of it since his love for games and that he is excellent at them just shows that it’s still Yugi all the same.
But I kind of got stuck on the Idea if it’s time-travel fic, with Yugi being so desperate to see Atemu again that he risks to go back in time, that he would choose the name Schay/Schai (=Ancient Egyptian God of Desitiny). Idk why but this thought really got stuck in my head and now I cannot imagine a more fitting name than Schay for Yugi to choose if he ever goes back in time to see Atemu again.
For me it’s just very fitting that Yugi, who definitely strongly believes in destiny (as much as Yami/Atemu for that matter. I mean come on, all the destiny speeches clearly show you thatXD) would undoubtly believe that meeting Atemu was his destiny. Even so much, that he would believe that going back in time is his destiny as well. And that’s why I kind of got stuck with the name “Schay” for any time-travel blindshipping fanfic.

Source of the picture: zerochan.net

okay so I 100% accept the headcanon that Grantaire just    collects stray cats wherever he goes

but

imagine Enjolras and  Grantaire living together and Enjolras just slowly noticing like random bits of catfurniture creeping into the apartment until one day he finds loads of cat hair on his jacket and just 

“Taire? Are you hoarding cats in our house without telling me?”

and Grantaire is just looking really shifty and “……….. what no why would you even suggest such a thing Apollo, i am offended that you would even insinua- SHIT LEONARDO NO” AND THIS SCRAGGLY BALL OF BLACK FUR JUST SHOOTS OUT FROM UNDER GRANTAIRES BED AND STARTS RUBBING AGAINST ENJOLRAS’ LEGS??

and Enjolras is most surprised by the fact that he isnt even surprised and just sighs and goes “how many..?”

“*mumbling* four”

“FOUR CATS TAIRE ARE YOU SHITTING ME”

“But ApollO THEY NEEDED ME IM THEIR MUM”

Enjolras doesn’t even have the strength to argue with him just kinda glancing down at the cat which has now settled on lying across his feet like “Leonardo? Fine. what are the others called?”

And Grantaire just lighting up because HEY ENJOLRAS HASNT SAID HE CANT HAVE THE CATS THE CATS CAN STAY YAYYYYY and proudly presenting him with 3 more ugly looking creatures, who probably have the capacity to be very handsome once Grantaire has managed to sort them all out, and announcing their names are “Michaelangelo, Donatello, and Raphael”

and Enjolras is quiet for a really long time before “You-       You named our cats after four ugly turtles who live in a bloody sewer?”

Grantaire goes from exhilaration (oh my GOD HE SAID OUR CATS) to a hideous blend of indignation and fury because OH MY GOD ENJOLRAS YOU DID NOT JUST OVERLOOK FOUR OF THE MOST TALENTED AND FAMOUS ARTISTS IN HISTORY OVER THOSE FUCKING MUTATED NINJA ARSEHOLES WHAT KIND OF MONSTER ARE YOU?! before scooping up his cats and leaving the room leaving Enjolras in some sort of shocked/horrified state and Grantaire being really sulky and not talking to Enjolras for the next 24 hours


until Enjolras comes over and apologises for insulting the cats (which he doesn’t particularly want to do but he does it for Grantaire god dammit because he loves him) and suggests they host a housewarming for the cats to cheer him up as they are official members of the apartment now. so they invite all of Les Amis over for a cat party and its all going super well with Grantaire showing off his new fur babies and then Courf speaks

“Grantaire, i think i speak for us all when i say why are they nam-”

“COURF NO-”

“-ed after the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?”


and Enjolras basically has to hold R back even though he knows theres no real threat because nobody could ever hurt Courf hes an angel 

and now no one is ever allowed to mention TMNT in front of Grantaire ever again

sunshine and whiskey// old man logan

Originally posted by neqns

^^ That scene was my all time favorite scene in any of the movies. That was what sold me - Logan letting his guard down around Laura. It’s so sweet. 

Requested by Anon:  Hello! I love the Logan work you have so far. Whenever, you can would you mind doing an insert where the reader (human) convinces Logan to enjoy one normal day while they are at the Munson’s. Something sweet with Laura included.

As soon as I got this request, this idea immediately stuck in my head and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. I hope you enjoy! Requests still open!

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I was stuck on ideas, so I decided to um. Try and make some OCs. I used a bunch of character generator things from here and just mashed em together until I got a couple of fully fleshed out characters…

The blue one is a rebel android. They like to be called ANGEL. It doesn’t stand for anything, they just liked it better than their assigned number. 

The horned fellow is… currently nameless. A nameless, apathetic, trouble making demon dude.

If anybody cares to know more about them feel free to ask me or somethin (it might actually motivate me to come up with stuff -_- )

Asexual Whale

- A few days ago I found a rainbow-coloured whale sticker on Etsy. The idea stuck with me and I got inspired. Since the asexual community is so lovely, I believe it deserves a whale of its own!

I apologise if the colours aren’t 100% right, my scanner is a bitch

This is dedicated to all ace people, but especially to @seasonsofjohnlock and @shakespeareatbakerstreet. You two are amazing, thank you for your company!

im coming to the realization that getting content with your lair kinda requires being ok with some good good dragons being bit players, background npcs, greek chorus, etc

cause sometimes I get ready to roll up my sleeve and do Deep Lore for somebody but they don’t really need it and wouldn’t be able to make the most of it anyway

not to say those characters will just be flat and basic, but like its a mistake for me to take the same approach to designing, say, Bonito’s shipmates that I would take in designing Naberius, Mr. Big Bad of the Glade

Perfect for Each Other

Characters: Y/N Collins (Reader), Misha Collins, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki

Pairing: Misha x Wife!Reader

Warnings: pranks, implied smut, language   

Wordcount: 1300ish

A/N: I don’t know why this only came to me now, since I have know this story for ages. Maybe because I have been having Misha feels lately and I kinda wanted to help him get back at J2 for all their pranks, so this is my way of doing that.

Thanks to my amazing friend Erin @blacktithe7 for betaing this idiocy for me.

NO HATE AGAINST VICKY - SHE SEEMS AWESOME - THIS IS FICTION. PRETEND SHE IS HAPPY WITH SOMEONE ELSE.

The rattling sound was driving you insane. Your own car was in the shop, so you had borrowed your husbands to take the kids to school. You had planned on going out to do some shopping as well, but since the car sounded like it was falling apart, you had decided against it. Apparently your car wasn’t the only one that had been in need of a trip to the garage.

So instead of going to shop for Christmas presents, you had driven back to set, and the rattling was just about to make you lose your mind when you realized what was going on. When you stepped on the breaks, just before pulling onto the set of Supernatural, a few coins rolled out from under your seat.

“What in the?” you mumbled picking them up and twirling them between your fingers as you pulled into the parking lot. “Jared and Jensen.” You mumbled to yourself, instinctively knowing who to blame for your torturous car ride around Vancouver. Still rather than going to go yell at the two overgrown children, you decided to seek out your husband who had neglected to tell you about this little conundrum. You weren’t mad at him for forgetting, more amused than anything. You loved your husband’s friends as much as he did, even if Jared sometimes needed a stern talking too. Say when he found it to be a good idea to leave a fish to rot under the seat of your car.

“Hey honey, why does our car sound like the kids’ piggy bank?” you asked innocently as you stepped into the trailer, and Misha instantly appeared from the bathroom.

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Demon!Carl AU? anyone?

I don’t know if this has been done already, but I got kind of stuck on the idea of Negan realizing that violence doesn’t make Carl flinch so much, that even his father seems to avoid him somehow, feeling that there’s something not quite right with him, but not being able to put his finger on it. And it all just makes him feel even more intrigued about the kid. He’s not joking when he says “You scare the shit out of me”.

I imagine Carl laughing in Negan’s face when he asks what he should do to him (iron his face, chop off his arm…), and Negan leaning forward and asking, genuinely curious: “The hell is wrong with you, kid?”.

And then Carl would smile at Negan, his one eye going pitch black, and he would whisper, like confessing a dirty secret:

“Oh, so many things.”

Forgotten Outlaw - Jason Todd x Reader

A/N: I’ll be honest I don’t watch a whole lot of Marvel so I kinda bsed the Marvel-ish part of this prompt. 

Prompt: I got this idea stuck in my head that maybe like blackmask bought Bizzaro, there could be another person, the reader, who is a former soldier presumed dead who was experimented on and has a metal arm (basically Bucky Barnes’ back story) and Jason finds her and helps her and they develop a friendship (then romance) and he helps her deal with the guilt and ptsd and her insecurities about the metal arm and she eventually becomes a vigilante

“Wait Red Him.” Bizzaro stopped suddenly as they were trying to escape Black Mask’s compound. Jason stopped in his track and internally groaned. What could possibly be the matter now?

“Seriously? We need to leave.” Jason pushed.

“First save Voice Her.” Bizzaro said before bounding off in the opposite direction. Jason had no choice but follow after him. They ran deeper and deeper into the compound and eventually came to a laboratory that was under lockdown. The doors were sealed shut with thick steel doors and giant padlocks. For a normal person, there was no getting through that door but Bizzaro was undeterred. He dug his fingers into the steel as if it were butter and yanked the door off of it’s hinges.

“Holy shit!” Jason called out, jumping out of the way of the door that Bizzaro just casually tossed aside.

The lab was filled to the brim with various equipment but his eye was immediately drawn to the center of the room where a woman lay strapped to a slab.

“Is this her? Is this Voice Her?” Jason asked,

“This Her.” Bizzaro responded. Jason nodded and pulled his knife out to cut through you binds. He lifted you up into his arms and motioned towards the clone that it was time to leave. Bizzaro ran ahead of Jason, making sure to take out anyone who got in his way. As soon as they were in the clear he took you to the Outlaws headquarters at Ma Gunn’s orphanage.

He set you down carefully in his bed and that’s when he noticed your arm for the first time. The coolness of your metal arm caught him off guard when he was pulling the covers over you. The appendage extended from your hand all the way up to your shoulder. Despite it looking completely solid it was clearly quite mobile.

Jason stayed by your side all night, making sure that you were alright but also making sure you didn’t run off and start causing havoc in the city. He didn’t know who you were so he needed to take every precaution.

When you woke up your eyes shot open and you immediately jumped out of bed and braced yourself in a defensive position, Your lip curled up in an animalistic snarl and you looked just about ready to rip Jason’s throat out.

“Who are you and where the fuck am I?” You demanded in a low growl. Jason raised his hands in defeat.

“Relax. I’m the one who saved you. I’m more than willing to take you back if that’s what you prefer.” He retorted  You lowered your guard but only slightly.

“Who are you?” You repeated, dropping your arms down to your side.

“Jason Todd. And you might be?”

“I don’t remember.” You frowned, your eyes going off into a distant world far from here for the briefest moments.

“Well whoever you are, you’re welcome to stay here until you’re back on your feet.” Jason said turning to leave the room to give you some privacy. He stopped in the doorway and turned back to ask a question that had been bugging him since he first saw you. “Bizzaro, the Superman clone, he calls you ‘Voice her’. Why is that?” He asked. You hesitated before answering but you figured the question was innocent enough.

“I-I used to sing when I was alone in my cell. Most days it was the only thing standing between me and madness. I think he liked to hear me sing. It comforted us both.” You said.

“You must have one hell of a voice.” He commented.

“Not really no.” You frowned and an awkward silence fell between you.

“Right. Well … make yourself at home. I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.” Jason replied awkwardly before leaving you alone in the room.

Over the next couple of days you remained holed up in the bedroom, only coming out when you needed to. Eventually you started spending more and more time around the Outlaws and they started to grow on you. You and Artemis became thick as thieves. With Bizzaro, you were a calming confidant. Sometimes you would sing to him when he asked you to.

Jason though … your relationship was a little more complicated. Some days you were friends, some days the two of you were constantly at each other’s throats, and other days you could swear that he looked at like he wanted more. You’re never quite sure where you stood with him. You and Jason did this ‘will they, won’t they?’ game for longer than you’d care to admit.

You joined up with the Outlaws shortly after they saved you and you had to admit that you worked well together. Slowly but surely your memories of your past life started filtering back to you in flashes. You still didn’t remember much but Jay helped you to sort through it all.

Apparently you were once a soldier once upon a time. You were caught in an explosion and lost your arm in the backfire. Things got fuzzy after that but you remember a grinning bald man promising a new life, a new arm. Then nothing until sirens are ringing in your ear and a man in a red mask cradled in his arms.

“Hey, are you alright?” Jason asked, catching you staring at your clenched metallic fist. Jason’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you lowered your arms to your side.

“I’m fine.” You said.

“Are you remembering more?” He asked.

“No, nothing.” You sighed. “I think I’m better off not knowing. There’s such a big gap in my memory. I don’t want to know what they did to me, Jason.” You admitted. Jason reached over and intertwined his hand with your artificial one. He lifted your clasped hands and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.

“[Y/N] I know this shit is scary and I know whatever your brain is blocking out isn’t pleasant, but I’m here for you. For whatever you need.” Jason promised.

“Can you be honest with me right now, Jay?” You asked.

“Of course.”

“What is this … you know us?” You asked, tightening your grip on his hand. He winced ever so slightly at the strength of your inhuman hand. He tried to cover up his reaction but you saw and started to pull away. You hated that you couldn’t even get the simple things right. Jason’s hand caught yours before you could pull away.

“Hey, this is whatever you want it to be.” He reassured you. “And before you get caught up in your head, I don’t care about your arm or your past or whatever other reason you can possibly come up with.” He continued when he saw you open your mouth to argue with him.

“Really?” You asked. He smirked ever so slightly and cradled your cheeks in his hands before leaning in and pressing a soft tender kiss to your lips.

“Is that answer enough?” He whispered against your lips.

“I don’t know. I might need you to repeat yourself.” You said with a ghost of a smile playing at your lips.

“With pleasure.”

Always Come Find You

“You’re up in ten!” Emily, the convention staff member assigned to Jack, said as she walked past, clipboard in hand.

“Alright, thanks!” He called after her, smiling as she looked over her shoulder.

“Excited?” Jack looked back at Oli, who was lowering his camera, a smile on his face as well.

“Of course! It’s going to be amazing.”

“People are going to go crazy when you hit the stage.”

“Not as crazy as when Joe does,” Jack laughed, Oli joining in moments later.

The three were attending a YouTube convention, and due to join a few other fellow Youtubers for a panel in ten minutes.

“Speaking of Joe,” Oli trailed off, “Where is he?”

“I think he ran to the bathroom. He should be back soon.” Jack nodded in the general direction of the bathroom, although his eyes scanned the small crowd gathered backstage, wondering if maybe Joe had appeared already.


“Where’s Joe.” Emily demanded only a few minutes later, appearing in front of Jack suddenly.

“Uhm, bathroom?” He said more in the form of a question, surprised by her sudden appearance.

“No. He’s not. Where is he?”

“He’s not?” Jack felt a wave of panic wash over him, but did his best to assure himself that everything was fine. Joe had been to many conventions before, he knew what he was doing.

“You two have been together all weekend, so I assumed you two would be together now,” Emily pulled out her phone, checking her messages quickly, “Why are you two not together.”

“Because he went to the bathroom! And we aren’t always together.” Jack tried to protest, although if he was being honest, him and Joe had been inseparable since arriving for the convention.

“Well he’s not there now. So find him. You’re due to start your panel in five minutes!” With that said, she spun on her heel and walked away, speaking briskly into her headset.

“Joe’s missing?” Oli asked as he walked up to Jack, worry spread across his face.

“Yeah, apparently. Come help me find him?”

“Sure.”


Jack was beginning to get proper worried now. Because Joe wasn’t answering his phone, the panel was meant to have started nearly five minutes ago, and they couldn’t find the missing Youtuber anywhere.

He and Oli had checked all the nearby bathrooms, the outside area, multiple rooms, and asked basically every single person they had passed. But no one had seen Joe.

This was not a good sign.

“You check that hallway,” Oli pointed to the left, “And I’ll check this one.” He moved his finger to point to the right. “Call if you find him.”

“Will do.” Jack nodded, already heading down his designated hallway, his hand gripping his phone tightly.

There was no one around, and all he could hear was the faint sound of the agitated crowd, probably wondering where the missing panel members were.

“Come on, Joe,” Jack muttered to himself, his voice seeming loud in the empty hallway, “Where the hell are you?”

A moment later, there was a thumping coming from one of the closets just down from where he stood, and after jumping at the sudden noise, he crept forward, not wanting to barge in on someone getting convention sex in a random closet.

“Hello?” Jack called out, hoping to not startle anyone.

“Jack!” The voice was muffled, but familiar, and it only took another couple seconds before he had the door wrenched open, a body flying at him, causing him to stumble backwards as he wrapped his arms around the shaking body.

“Hey, hey,” Jack spoke softly, his hand moving up and down Joe’s back slowly, “You’re okay.”

“N-no one was co-coming,” Joe gasped out, his face pressed against Jack’s shoulder, “I wa-was stuck, my ph-phone, I don’t kn-know where it i-is.”

“Shhh, just breathe right now.”


A minute or two later, Joe finally pulled back, wiping his face roughly at the few tears, glancing up at Jack, “Sorry.”

“Nothing to apologize for.” He smiled over at Joe, “Just glad to know you’re alright. Got a little worried when we couldn’t find you.”

“You were looking?”

“For nearly ten minutes.” Jack didn’t know why, but he reached out, tangling his fingers together with Joe’s, giving the hand a squeeze, “And when I couldn’t find you, I got scared. I had no idea where you were.”

“Stuck in a bloody closet, like the genius that I am.” Joe joked weakly, a small smile on his own lips. “Thanks for coming to find me.”

“Always.”

“Suppose we missed the panel…”

“Least of my worries right now.” Jack shrugged, “How’re you feeling?”

“Better. It was just small and dark in there.”

“You’re still shaking.”

“Sorry.”

“Stop apologizing!” Jack scolded lightly, “You don’t have anything to apologize for!”

“But you missed the panel because of me…” Joe trailed off at the pointed look, “Okay. No more apologizing.”

“Good. I should probably call Oli though. I was meant to the moment I found you.” Jack pulled out his phone, keeping his one hand intertwined with Joe’s.

“Hey, Jack?”

“Hmm?” He paused in the middle of searching for Oli’s number at the small look from Joe.

“Thanks. Again. For coming and finding me.”

“I’ll always come and find you, Joe.” Jack grinned, pressing on Oli’s name before lifting the phone to his ear. And feeling brave as the phone rang in his ear, Jack tugged Joe forward, pressing a quick kiss on the older man’s cheek, “Always.”