I think the the most wild thing I’ve seen recently is what happened to that edit I made of Luigi in the Mario Odyssey style a while back. Because I’ve seen my own edit on shitty clickbait articles, youtube videos and basically anything you can think of.
That pic went far and misinformed a fuckton of ppl in it’s path. Like I’m proud of ya in weird way, lil’ guy. It wasn’t my intention but the fact so many people thought it was real flatters me lmao
OKAY, THIS IS THE LAST I’LL DRAW OF TEEN STEVEN AND CONNIE….FOR NOW. I PROMISE. I REALLY need to get to the other things I need to finish. I JUST REALLY NEEDED TO GET THIS OFF MY CHEST/////
I was listening to the song “Oh It Is Love” by Hellogoodbye while I drew this AND I JUST. IT’S SO CUTE AND HAPPY ////////. Also! Somebody made a Connverse mix on 8tracks, WHICH MAKES ME FEEL SO HAPPY AND MELTY INSIDE, pls listen to it, it’s rly cute. (✿ ◕ᗜ◕)━♫.*･｡ﾟ
Edit: I uploaded a slightly smaller version to replace the original size one, tumblr made it look super shitty, hopefully this makes it look a little better?
Can we just take a moment to appreciate Jimin, like this boy he didn’t have to go through all that trouble to record, to edit to make a video just for us fans but he did?
Like he used his own valuable time and what idol this day and era has the time to do that, really. Yes, it’s not the most high quality video and yes he used iMovie as shitty as it is or so people claimbut like I can see how he put his heart into it. Those who haven’t made a video wouldn’t understand because it’s not the easiest process.
Jimin could’ve passed the videos on to BigHit, so they could do the job but NO he did himself. Just have a look at those cute as credits. I’m not even gonna bother to rant about how some think it’s fan service…because Jimin made it so much more personal than that by doing everything himself and I respect that.
"Call me now, it's urgent." And "Actually... I just miss you." With Midoriya pretty please with ice cream on top?
Thank you for requesting, lovely anon! I’m sorry it took so long, and I would also like to apologize for what you guys are about to read (whoops small tangent about to occur) I am posting this before proof reading and editing it (so it’s basically my rough draft) because I just felt so awful for not posting anything at all yesterday, and felt like I needed to put something out for you guys. Things have just been an absolute mess and I have just been devastated. Remember that all nighter I pulled to write up requests (All the matchups and five word prompts)? All of them got deleted. Every. Single. One. So I have to redo all those, and just ughh. I know it’s a really shitty excuse, but it just made me feel so awful- and just ugh. I honestly can’t explain what I was feeling, but it was something along the lines of frustration with myself for not having backups of my work. Anywho, I hope you guys can enjoy this hastily put together junk. It’s late, so hopefully I can correct stuff tomorrow morning when I have more of a level head.
A soft, unwarranted sigh escaped your slightly parted lips as you exited the bus that had stopped a block away from your house, the grip on your black duffle bag became tighter as you began to walk along the pavement . You were glad to be back, of course. After spending three weeks in America and sticking to a strict training regimen provided by an oh-so merciful aunt, any one would be tired. However, you couldn’t complain too much, seeing as the training was originally supposed to be a month long. Of course you were happy to be back, seeing as you hadn’t really had the chance to talk to any of your friends. You felt kind of bad for not replying to anyones’ texts or calls, but it couldn’t be helped. After all, becoming the top hero was your dream, so you absolutely refused to even spare a moment to glance at your phone, since it would take time away from either training, eating, or sleeping. Not that you got much of the last two anyways.
Having been lost in your thoughts for such a long time, you almost walked right past your house. In fact, you would have had it not been for your mother her happily shouted your name as you came into view.
“Oh, (y/n)! I’ve missed you so much! Did you tell your aunt I said hello? More importantly, why didn’t you answer any of my calls! I was worried sick young lady!” Your mother tsk’d, but couldn’t be too mad. She knew you would be busy, and she knew just how strict her sister could be.
“Yeah, I know mom. I’m sorry. I was busy the whole time! Thankfully, she said I had improved enough to be sent home early. Though, she does want me to return every few months…” Another sigh escaped your lips as your thoughts wondered to your very intense aunt, and how much more brutal would be once you came to visit her again.
Your mom began to walk inside the house, motioning for you to follow behind her. As the two pairs of feet padded in to the small, but comfortable house you couldn’t help the wave of happiness that overcame you due to the familiarity and comfort of being back in your own house.
“Hey, mom,” you began, as you toed off your shoes and neatly placed them on the mat by the door, “I’m just going to drop my stuff off in my room then take a short walk, if that’s okay? I kinda just want to revisit everything before I call it a night. I’ve missed this place.” You glanced up at your mother, who had a thoughtful look spread across her features.
“Yea, dear, that’s fine! Just make sure you’re home before sun down,” she stated as she swiftly turned around and walked into the kitchen, more than likely to clean up after dinner.
You nodded your head before making your way upstairs, passing both your parents’ and sibling’s room before reaching your own. You lazily tossed your bag onto the bed. Walking over to the abandoned bag, you quickly unzipped it and brought out your phone which had gone unused for such a long time. You quickly stuffed it into your pocket before dashing back down the stairs and out the door, shutting it loudly as your exited your house.
Your feet padded along the warm pavement, a small ‘thud’ following after each calculated step. (s/c) fingers fiddling with the phone in your pocket before finally fishing it out. You stopped walking for a moment as you thought about what to do. No one knew of your early return, except for your family of course. You could send a mass text to inform your friends and boyfriend, but you’d much rather surprise them by being in class the next day. However, since you were feeling a bit on the playful side, you decided to toy with your green haired angel. As you pressed his contact, you were weighed down by a bit of guilt. Seeing all the missed calls and messages you received from him was a bit heart wrenching, but you still decided to go along with your plan. You could only hope the poor boy wouldn’t have a heart attack when he read the first message he has gotten from you in weeks.
‘Call me now, it’s urgent!’
Your tongue poked out between your lips as you typed that simple, yet alarming sentence out on the keyboard before sending it. After doing so you began to walk yet again, though not even a minute later was your phone buzzing with life.
Your (e/c) eyes shifted to the phone in your hand. The image displayed was one of a smiling Deku, which you had taken right before the both of you started dating. A faint smile tugged at your lips as you pressed the green button, bringing the phone up to your ear.
“(y/n)?! Hello?? Is everything alright? Are you okay?” Izuku began to shoot off one question after the other in his state of panic. He probably would have continued if you hadn’t cut him off.
“Izuku,” you began, an airy laugh fell from your lips, “I’m fine I’m fine. I just got some time off of training, and I wanted to call you! I felt kind of bad since I never got to respond to any of your calls or texts…” The sad tone your voice took on near the end of your sentence was more obvious then you had thought, and Izuku was immediately able to pick up on it.
“Oh! Don’t worry about it (y/n)! I understand how busy you must have been, especially considering how badly you want to be a pro hero.” It hadn’t been that long since you’ve heard Izuku’ voice, but it still sounded so different to you. Deeper, but not by much.
“Anyways! How have you been Izuku? Have I missed much?” You began to pick up your pace, hoping to get to your destination and back before it got dark. You breathing began to get shallow as your speed walk shifted into a jog, and then a run. You were careful not to drop your phone though, which was still pressed to your ear.
“(y/n)? You sound winded? Are you training again? You can hang up now, you know. I wont mind. I’m just glad you were able to call me at all,” Izuku murmured, a bit disheartened that he couldn’t talk with you longer.
“Ah? Okay, but before I hang up I do have something to confess,” your pace slowed back down to a walk as you approached the front porch of a small, quaint house which you had come to know so well. “I kind lied as to why I called you. I actually just missed you.” You brought your balled up fist to knock on the door, waiting for someone to answer, a soon enough a short, chubby green haired lady did.
“Hello, Mrs. Midoriya! Is Izuku home?” You placed your hand over your phones mic, and kept your voice in a whisper-like tone.
seeming to catch on, Inko nodded her head and pointed up. She mouthed ‘his room’ and offered a small smile and she ushered you inside the house and up the stairs.
“(y/n), that’s sweet and all, but I don’t want to distract you from your training! I’d feel so guilty if your aunt reprimanded you for being on your phone while working…” Izuku sighed, his words becoming solemn, realizing this conversation would come to a quick end.
“Yeah, you’re right Izuku…I just felt bad for not being an active part of your life for such a long time…but I promise to make it up to you soon enough.” With that being said you quickly hung up your phone and shoved it into your pocket. You made your way across the top floor to Izuku’s room. A small, smile found it way on your face as you placed your ear next to the green haired boy’s room. After not hearing much, you pulled away and knocked on the door.
“Come in, mom!” he called out.
With a small chuckle you opened up the door and walked up to his desk. His back was turned to you as he diligently worked on some school work.
“I never pegged you as the type to have a mommy kink,” You murmured, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
“Eh??! (y/n)? I thought you were still training in America!” Izuku whipped his head to the side, straining his neck to see you.
“Well, I got let off early. I missed you a lot…and felt guilty for not talking to you for so long, so I decided to come over. Should I not have?” You murmured as you pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“No…it’s fine. I’m happy you came to see me. I’ve been missing you a lot as well,” he murmured, turning around so he could embrace you fully.
Jon doesn’t know exactly when he got addicted to coffee, but now he can be found in the same coffeeshop every afternoon after his classes get out, studying and whiling away the hours until he can call his younger sister Arya.
Dany has just transferred to a new college and doesn’t know anyone yet-but she finds work in the on campus coffeeshop and uses it as an excuse to meet new people. The most intriguing by far is the boy who always grabs the corner booth and orders the same thing every day, without fail-a caramel macchiato.
Jon doesn’t understand why the new barista keeps going out of her way to be friendly to him, or why she always doodles dragons on the side of his cup when there aren’t many people in line-but she’s kind of cute and he doesn’t really mind that much. Why hasn’t he seen her around before?
“One caramel macchiato for Jon Stark.”
He turns the cup in spite of himself, curious to see what she managed to draw today. It varies from day to day-sometimes it’s just a faint outline of a dragon, other times there will be two or three crouched around the sides of the lid. Once, on a particularly slow afternoon, she managed to draw a pretty convincing Smaug from the Hobbit movies. He doesn’t know why she only does dragons; he’s never gotten to ask her.
Dany waves at him as she goes back behind the counter and pulls out her book-it’s a particularly slow day, even though classes got out a couple of hours ago.
He closes his own textbook and pulls out a spare sheet of scratch paper. He’s nowhere near as good as she is but he manages to scribble out the barest sketch of a wolf-his family symbol, from the days long, long ago when they were still lords and ladies (nobility of the sword, his father would say). At the bottom he writes in small printing ‘why only dragons?’
He drops it on the counter as he leaves. Dany doesn’t pick it up right away; she just waves as he lets the door swing closed behind him, but out of the corner of his eye he sees her pick up the sheet of paper and smiles as she reads it.
*Yup, 99 (+) more are on their way! This one wasn’t actually one of the originals-I wanted to make one but I didn’t have my Book of AUs so I just made a really easy one.
I will be taking recommendations so long as the universes are different (for example I’m not looking for twenty different kinds of neighbor AUs)