Ok I was thinking about a witch au and I was thinking
equally hard about their outfits as well as what magick they’d practice so this
is all I have rn HAHA but.
Pidge dabbles in both green magic and techno magic.
Hunk is a crystal witch! Lance comes from a family of sea witches and he lives
by the beach…Keith I’m not sure about yet but I really needed to draw him
with an athame. Fire? Knife? It’s perfect
the last one was just an excuse to cover them all in their elements, rituals arent actually that messy ksj
So, Takumi & Kiragi A support conversation ends with Takumi offering lessons in using Fujin Yumi and Kiragi overwhelmingly accepting because he loves and respects his dad so much, and would love to learn how to wield the divine bow from him! Kiragi is the child Takumi needed deserved. Their support conversations are so important for Takumi’s character development and I think they are beautiful… I get so emotional whenever I remember them, and feels were toying with me the whole time I was drawing this.
Two versions as I couldn’t decide which one I like more.
another overwatch portrait. thought that GOT quote fits quite well to Hanzo :) though truth be told, I just needed an excuse to draw Hanzo’s profile cause I’m in love with it. especially his crooky nose! people with promiment features are my favourite n I don’t draw nearly enough of them :/
however, it still pains me everytime I play OW that I’m utterly incapable of playing him V_V I think I might be a lot better with snipers in general if I’d be playing on PC but oh well~ *got enough other chars in my hand*
Anyways I was just drawing this as kind of a tie-in to the whole Altean Lance bodyguard AU thing, but it turned into a kind of AU of an AU? So the story is, Altean groups have been allied with the Blade of Marmora in the battle against Zarkon for some time, and Alteans are scattered in settlements throughout the galaxy…
“You’re quiet tonight,” Bitty noted. It was a common line between them, a way to recognise that Bitty understood that something was on Jack’s mind and an opening to talk about it if Jack wished.
“You were doing fine carrying the conversation on your own,” Jack had obviously recovered from his wandering thoughts enough to chirp him. “I was just letting you get it all out before you start texting about it.”
“It’s tweeting as you know full well, Mr Zimmermann,” Bitty shot back. “I know you’re hopeless but I refuse to believe that you forget it every time I correct you.”
Jack threw his head back with a laugh that always made Bitty warm with accomplishment every time he managed to draw it from him. “Like you said, I’m hopeless. Or maybe I just like to see your reaction every time.”
Bitty rolled his eyes but remained silent, giving Jack the space to gather his thoughts. Not that Jack ever needed an excuse to chirp Bitty, but he suspected his boyfriend was buying himself some time.
Kraglin getting a tattoo and Yondu wanting to get a cooler one and eventually they have heaps of matching tattoos all over their body
Kraglin cuddling Yondu and if he listens close enough he can hear Yondu purring
Kraglin getting mad as fuck when anyone tells him what to do but when it comes to Yondu hes so respectable about it and they have such a close bond that Kraglin is fine with Yondu ordering him around (Basically “Hey, don’t tell Krags what to do! Only I can do that!”)
Yondu getting a sore throat and Kraglin doing the yelling for him
Yondu holding Kraglin’s hand and using “we need to stick together” as an excuse but Kraglin knows whats up and he loves just being able to hold his hand during a mission
Kraglin grabbing Yondu’s tummy chub and kissing it a bunch because its soft and tummies are great ok
Notes/Warnings: Since this is wholesome and fluffy and the reader is married to Merlin, you get to call him Hamish all you want, Nonny. Pulled first from my
request list because I know the post-movie need for emergency fix-its. Mentions
of one lost limb.
Word count: 880
Imagine:Reader and Merlin are married and he survives
like he was supposed to. Just make it fluffy and wholesome and nice and extra
points if you throw in the kilt and reader gets to call him Hamish. – requested
Moving was supposed to be a restart. It was supposed to be
the beginning of a better life. Of a better mindset. But nothing had changed.
Will sat outside his new house as his father told the movers
where to go and where to leave things. He kicked at the ground, trying to
pinpoint where he was going wrong on his drawing. It just didn’t look right.
Aggravated, he looked away from his sketchbook and swung idly against the tree
swing the previous owners had left.
As he looked out at the street, he could feel the solemn,
empty feeling in him. Ever since Momma had died at the hospital, it had left
Will without any motivation to do anything. He couldn’t draw anymore. He didn’t
pay attention in class anymore. His grades had slipped and he’d missed so much
school, that he almost wasn’t able to get into his new one.
Dad was never one to talk through emotions. He liked to keep
them to himself. Mom had told him that a long time ago. She’d said that when
they were friends, she watched him get heartbroken by guys and girls alike, but
he never talked about it. He always kept it to himself and played it off with
playful smiles and jokes.
Even now, he wouldn’t mull over his pain. Not with Will at
least. But Will heard him crying at night.
A car pulled up in the next door house and Will pulled
himself from his thoughts. He ducked back into his sketchbook, touching up some
of the lines and shading, hoping that the strange look would go away. He heard
the slam of car doors and a few voices.
Curiosity got the best of him and he glanced up, surprised
to see two pairs of eyes on him. A boy and a girl. Two other people were
walking into the house. The two looking at him smiled, and he managed to smile
back, nodding at them. There was a man walking into the house, and he glanced
back, noting the moving van. The other girl beside him looked over too and
(READ MORE: go to the OP if the keep reading link doesn’t show.)
Normally, I don’t post sketches or make sketch dumps, but I really wanted to practice more Bendy stuff, so here you go.
From left to right:
Top row: 1. Bendy swing dancing with my “purrsona,” Kitty Cat. 2. Phantom Bendy (Inspired by @arsonsara‘s upcoming “Phantoon of the Opera” audio cartoon.)
Middle row: 3. Sweater Bendy (From @doodledrawsthings‘s “Hell’s Studio” AU.) 4. Ink-Bendy (Drew this while listening to “Gasoline” by Halsey.) 5. Cheeky Lil’ Devil (…Just needed an excuse to draw him in this pose, lol.)
Bottom row: 6. Alice Angel (Drew her while listening to “Bring on the Men” from Jekyll and Hyde.) 7. Dr. Bendy Jekyll (Inspired by the musical Jekyll and Hyde. Having a hard time deciding between the two looks. What do you guys think?)
Feel free to reblog, if you can. Every little bit counts. Thanks! ^^
CastielXReader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Word Count: 1626
A/N: Devious Dean,
sleepy Sam, clueless Castiel, riveting Reader, and did I mention the dancing? Oh,
and fluff (was there even any question?).
(not my GIF)
I’m going out, who is coming with?” Dean whacked the back of your chair,
causing you to jerk forward. Grabbing his freed jacket from behind you, he
plunged an arm into the sleeve.
you rubbed fists into your weary eyes, “Jesus Dean, we’ve been back what? All
of five minutes?”
He held his arms wide open, a smug smirk plastered on his face, “Showered,
shaved, and ready to rock.”
pass,” Sam shook his head, ran his fingers through his hair and slumped his forehead
on the table.
getting too old for this shit,” you reclined back in the chair, arms dropping
to swing limply at your sides, eyelids clamped shut, “I’m not moving another
inch until tomorrow.”
Bunch of wusses,” Dean scoffed, “I’m like the oldest one here.”
cleared his throat from the corner of the room.
pursed his lips, waving a palm toward the angel, “Yeah, okay, the oldest except
for feathers over there.” He looked pointedly in Cas’ direction, wagging a
finger, “But you don’t get a say here, energizer bunny.”
rolling his eyes, Cas crossed his arms and leaned further against the wall.