i love this au omg

thatothersinner  asked:

Its the middle of the night, and I'm sitting here, scrolling through all these pictures of Mako and Junkrat and Reaper and Widow and all I can think of is 'WRITE A STORY YOU SHIT' and that is what I shall do. I freaking love this AU. So thank you my friend for the inspiration!

omg??! can’t wait to read it!!!!

anonymous asked:

Okay so you are amazing!! And I love your AU and goddamnit you are so awesome! :))

OMG thank youuu aaaa ❤❤❤❤

oh and I love you too for reading my au ❤

Victor Nikiforov as Howl~

I was watching Howl’s moving castle for the hundredth time again this weekend and I couldn’t stop thinking about Victor when I saw Howl >w< so this happened when I realized how much I wanted to draw Vitya with long hair as well ♥ ゜・。。・

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oink oink oink !

I love thinking about them having a pet pig or them running a farm they found and having farm animals as pets! or something along those lines…

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THANK YOU FOR +1K FOLLOWERS!!

OMG!!!! Doesn’t a dream?! I CANT BELIEVE IT!!!

I’m so HAPPY and grateful for your support, I love you guys, I’m very motivated to continue draw, I’m sorry for being lazy hehe… and sometimes I’m bussy for the school. I hav a lot projects ( for example, a manga)

BUT, THANK YOUUUUUUUU!! 💞❤

Royalty AU - Crown Princess Marinette of the Dupain-Cheng Twin Kingdoms

Read the fic here

(Adrien, Alya, Nino, Chloé, Sabrina, Juleka, Rose, Nathaniel, Alix, Kim) (other classmates coming soon)

The sun is setting.

Dorian: Daggers, amatus? Either you are here because you suspect an assassination attempt, or you are the assassin yourself.

Varlen: Well that depends… are you happy to see me?

Dorian: An interesting question. Or perhaps a threat. Either way… yes. Maker, yes.

Because this mod gave me immense emotions about Dorian and Varlen eventually reuniting in Tevinter, and now I can finally play pretend… 

anonymous asked:

Time Travel Yoi au: Yuri visits Russia and while skating on a frozen lake in winter, the ice breaks and he falls into water. However, this lake is a time travel "machine" and thus Yuri goes to imperial 19th Century Imperial Russia. There Yuri meets Victor Nikiforov, a famous ice skater of aristocratic descent and is attracted by him. So, Yuri finds himself torn between his wish to return to present and his feelings for Victor.

i love this au omg

u-dubstep-my-heart  asked:

imagine this: au where victor and yuuri are "figure skating dads" and their kids are pair skating together. children are around age of 6/7 and just started skating. both of them are single and victor is shamelessly flirting with yuuri but he denies everything and pretends that nothing is happening between them when everybody are just waiting for them to hook up. eventually their kids have enough and are trying to get them on a date. idk, just got this idea and wanted to share, what do you think?

CUTEEEEE!!!!

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“Which one’s yours?”

Yuuri blinks, glances to his left, where the voice had come from. There’s a man, with seemingly no sense of personal space, leaning over him. Yuuri looks around for a second, but then realizes that this man is most definitely speaking to him and only him.

He smiles and looks out towards the rink, seeing his daughter fall and then get back up again, brushing off her knees like it was nothing. “That one.” He points. “Sara.”

The other father squints. “White shirt?” When Yuuri nods to confirm, he gestures towards the bench. “May I sit?”

“Sure,” Yuuri offers, shifting to his left. “Which one’s yours?”

“That one,” he answers, and points. “Her name’s Mila.”

Yuuri realizes that the answer was obvious from the start–there’s only one child on the ice with silver hair. It’s a little girl with two long braids and a smile on her lips. The same age as Yuuri’s daughter, perhaps slightly older. The girl–Mila–is skating past all the rest, extending her arms as she does so, letting her balance take control.

“She’s very good,” Yuuri notes, and the man laughs, nodding.

“Looks like your daughter is, too.”

Then, though, Mila falls. It’s not a bad fall, but she happens to be near Sara, who approaches her, offering her a hand to help her up. The silver-haired girl accepts it, and then they’re smiling at each other, skating along the edge of the rink side by side.

“Looks like they’re friends now,” the man muses. “I guess we should be, too. Victor Nikiforov.” He extends his hand.

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