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everybody lives AU | AKATSUKI
• setting — the Last

Akatsuki becomes a mercenary group for hire, as they did in Road to Ninja. 
This is more appropriately named the “everybody comes back to life and somehow things work out AU”… but as promised, 10 Akatsuki members in the timeline of The Last! Designing is fun (esp the village flak jackets) (・∀・)

See more extensive character/AU details below the cut!:

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Some sketches for a Blind! Bakugou AU I’ve been working through! Bakugou loses his sight when he’s attacked by the villain Deku saved him from. Pitied by his peers and teachers, he’s told that he should give up on his dream. Furious at the unwanted sympathy and never one to quit, Bakugou refuses and is still determined to be admitted to UA and become a hero. However, Bakugou’s formerly guaranteed admittance is now something he has to fight tooth and nail for, and even when he passes with a strong score, his acceptance is still heavily debated. 

I have a lot I want to draw for this AU! Largely Bakugou’s interactions with Izuku, the sports festival, and some of his own personal moments of struggle and how it would change his development! I’m really interested in how he’d have to adjust how he uses his quirk and his fighting style. I feel like at least at first, he’s have to stick to close range fighting so he’d have to train in more hand to hand combat then he’s used to! 

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stop invalidating poc bc theyre not as in touch w their culture as some!!

some people of color dont have ~ethnic~ names. some poc have white last names. some poc are white passing. some poc have white parents or a white family. some poc never got an opportunity to learn the language that belongs to their culture or never had a desire to. some of us dont know all of our cultural dishes or traditions, some of us have never been to our home/family’s/ancestors’ country. some of us dont know who our ancestors are. some of us were forced to assimilate or were robbed of the opportunity to be engaged in a culture(s) we cant quite call our own.


moral of the story please keep that in mind when u automatically assume that all of x ethnicity will look x ethnicity or speak x language etc bc it really can make us assimilated people of color feel kinda shitty and even more disconnected imo so

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get to know me meme; 20/20 animated movies: howl’s moving castle (2004)
“You who swallowed a falling star, oh heartless man, your heart shall soon belong to me.”

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Founded by Salazar Slytherin, the house is traditionally home to students who exhibit such traits as cunning, resourcefulness, and ambition. Its emblematic animal is a snake and its colours are green and silver.

Happy Birthday Drea!! Part 6

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“One of the trickier things of the film as a whole was how to keep Moses alive as a developing character… Because, essentially, he becomes a mouthpiece for his God in the original Bible story. And how to keep him alive, and have something going on dramatically within him, was a real struggle. How to keep him human. And the brothers’ relationship between he and Rameses really helped us with that—as well as his relationship with Aaron and Miriam.”

  The Prince of Egypt, Directors’ Commentary

for @thisonetraveler <3

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“You pray,” the man said, and barked a laugh. He glanced at Cassian. “He’s praying for the door to open.”

“Pray I get a chance to work,” Cassian murmured, but both men seemed to ignore him. 

Chirrut stopped his chant abruptly. “It bothers him,” he said, “because he knows it is possible.”

Chirrut’s partner laughed again. The sound was brief and ugly, but Chirrut only shrugged and told Cassian, “Baze Malbus was once the most devoted Guardian of us all.”

Baze Malbus. Cassian ran the name through his mental database and came up empty. “Now he’s just your guardian?” he asked.

Neither man took the bait. 

From the Rogue One: A Star Wars Story novelization by Alexander Freed

it’s 11:30-ish pm, i just barely posted this on time to still celebrate the 30th anniversary of ducktales!! in this comic, fenton and gyro.. reminisce about their 1980s counterparts

(i stole the accountant pun from my own old post lol)

- mod fenton

I think I’m going through a little bit of an art block *sigh*

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i actually could not stop thinking about this……..

ff-sunset-oasis  asked:

Heyyyy Andrea so I'm just wondering what are your thoughts on Blaise Zabini's mom? Like, I'm always love how you occasionally slipped her into your stories with Blaise, usually just some passing mention but the descriptions always got me very intrigued - so just want to ask what's your thoughts/views about her? Thanks <3

HA HA it’s not like I’ve been waiting my entire life for someone to ask me about blaise zabini’s mother or anything that would be dumb that would be i ns a ne im fine let’s do this:

  • for nineteen years, her name is elizabeth.
  • lizzie, her father calls her, with the same sort of simple, incredulous affection he directs at her mother—her mother, the witch, who brews potions that smell like anise and cinnamon, who wrinkles her nose at the rolling green hills of the english countryside, who wears a gleaming silver scorpion pendant around her neck and tells elizabeth bedtime stories about hot desert nights and crumbling pyramids and brilliant, scheming queens who spilled blood and conquered continents and stole thrones—and all with small, secret smiles on their faces.
  • elizabeth isn’t lizzie.
  • elizabeth goes to hogwarts; lizzie does not.
  • elizabeth is sorted into slytherin; lizzie is not.
  • elizabeth slinks through the halls, learns how to listen and how to lie and how to levitate a peacock feather; lizzie does not. elizabeth collects lipsticks she’s too young for, slick crimsons and glossy violets, highlights the arches of her cheekbones with burnished bronze powder and lines her eyes in liquid, velvety black; lizzie does not. elizabeth speaks and says nothing, lowers her gaze and sees everything, enchants as effortlessly as she entraps; lizzie does not.
  • instead, lizzie goes home for the summer, braids her hair into two neat plaits and picks wildflowers with her father, laughs pretty and easy and loud, loud like she can’t when she’s at school, because the dungeons have high ceilings and long memories and an alarming tendency to produce variables she knows she can’t control; not like elizabeth can.
  • elizabeth doesn’t make mistakes.  
  • lizzie does.
  • lizzie is eighteen and punching her time card at the ministry and dreaming about palm trees swaying in a heavy summer breeze, about pillows of sand slipping through her fingertips, about crystal blue skies and sheer linen dresses and skin tanned a dark, silky brown by the heat of the sun.  
  • and she meets a boy. a man. a visiting diplomat with a lilting accent and a fan of laugh lines around his eyes and a luxuriously appointed suite at the savoy that starts to feel like home—too much, too soon.  
  • “you’re beautiful,” he tells her, and it’s elizabeth whose mouth curves up slyly, invitingly, as she replies, “i know.”
  • “you’re perfect,” he tells her, and it’s lizzie whose heart races, whose breath skips, whose lips tremble as she replies, “i know.”
  • “i love you,” he tells her, and she doesn’t know where elizabeth stops and lizzie begins when she replies, “i love you, too.”
  • and he buys her extravagant gifts and he makes her extravagant promises and then he unceremoniously leaves; goes back to italy—to his wife, to his children, to his peach-pink villa on the mediterranean coast with the sweeping balconies and the sparkling turquoise swimming pool—the day before she realizes she’s pregnant.  
  • the ensuing rage—it’s quiet, really, a low, sad, gentle simmer deep in the pit of her stomach that could rock her to complacency if she let it.  
  • she doesn’t let it.
  • instead, she considers her options. she sends a letter. she opens her own gringott’s vault. she calmly answers, “morning sickness,” when her nosiest coworker asks why she’s been late all week. she sends another letter. she moves into a nicer flat, the kind with a doorman and a concierge and a lot of wealthy neighbors. she develops a strange craving for candied dates. she bides her time.
  • elizabeth calls it justice; lizzie calls it blackmail.
  • the day after she discovers she’s having a boy, she sends one last letter, dusts the slow-drying ink with a gold-tinged powder that smells like anise and cinnamon, and she thinks about hazy, blistering sunsets shimmering red and yellow and orange, about wide-open limestone palaces and gods that expect you to start wars for them and buttery leather sandals caked brown with old blood.  
  • elizabeth calls it justice; lizzie calls it revenge.
  • five months later, she’s gritting her teeth and squeezing the midwife’s hand and desperately wondering if the pain will ever end.  
  • it does.
  • and then she’s staring down at a baby—hers, hers—and he’s impossibly tiny and impossibly warm and impossibly helpless. his mouth relaxes into a pout, and his eyes slit open, glassy and unfocused and so dark they might as well be colorless.  
  • she names him blaise.
  • she names him blaise because blaise is a name that can’t be cut in half, and she watches him sleep while the midwife lectures her about feedings and nappies and the bare spot on her finger where a wedding ring should be. there’s a tightness in elizabeth’s chest, fierce and fearful, both, that does nothing but multiply the longer she looks at him, her son, and she understands—suddenly, and with a perfect stab of clarity—why her father had wanted her to be lizzie.
  • no one has ever hurt her twice.
  • no one will ever hurt him at all.

Where…..is my Campstuck AU?


And I don’t mean making the kids into predetermined trolls (Max as Karkat, Neil as Sollux etc) although that’s pretty awesome too. I mean starting this shit ALL OVER AGAIN AND MAKING THEM INTO TROLLS JUST AS THEY ARE

So far I’m thinking:


Max, Neil, Nikki: The Kids™


David: Troll, Rust

He knows he’ll be the first to die but that won’t stop him from being the best darn troll he can be! Decent psychic abilities, but rarely if ever uses them. Has pale feelings for Daniel


Gwen: Troll, Bronze

The next one up…she knows she’s gonna die soon and doesn’t bother fighting it. Annoyed. Depressed. Just leave her alone. Has pale feelings for David, but won’t admit it


Harrison: Troll, Gold

Awesome psychic abilities, but no one takes them seriously because he’s so low on the hemospectrum. Lives alone because he made his lusus vanish by accident. In a kismessisitude with Nerris


Space Kid: Troll, Olive

Completely clueless. Everyone lower than him is annoyed that he’ll live longer than them, everyone higher is annoyed he’s not lower. Probably needs a moirail to keep him from accidentally dying, but no one is willing to volunteer– except Nurf??


Jasper: Troll, Jade

He hangs out with David the most, not much is known about him


Preston: Troll, Teal

Not too high on the hemospectrum, but not too low either. Used to be Nurf’s matesprit, but eventually found the courage to break it off. Now is the auspistice for Nerris and Harrison. Very overdramatic, longs for revolution, has gotten warnings before to shut up


Nerris: Troll, Cobalt

Her psychic powers are not as good as Harrison’s, and she resents that. Loves to FLARP, usually with Harrison and Preston, and roleplay. It was her idea to mess with the humans


Nurf: Troll, Indigo

Has no control over his own strength, usually found bullying lowerbloods. When Preston broke off their red relationship, he nearly murdered someone. May or may not have pale feelings for Space Kid–SHUT UP HE NEVER SAID THAT. Despite being an asshole, he tries to keep himself in check


Daniel: Troll, Purple

Do I even have to explain? Can’t decide if he likes David as red, pale, or black.


Dolph: Troll, Violet

He likes drawing a lot, but wouldn’t mind murdering a bunch of land-dwellers if the chance came up. Has red feelings for Ered that she knows about but doesn’t care.


Ered: Troll, Fuchsia

Being the next heiress should be cool. Doesn’t care much about blood caste one way or another–she’s too cool for that. Everyone respects her


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Imagine what a session for them would be like.


Imagine Nikki introducing them to Sburb and being super excited because ‘guys this will be great!!’


Imagine Max finding his house being torn up by a way too enthusiastic Nikki– 'sorry, I just really wanted to see what your bathtub would look like on your bed!’


Imagine Neil rolling his eyes at first but okay time out what the hell is that a meteorite.


Imagine each troll taking over a kid to mess around with, just like in the comic. (Harrison tries to troll Nikki, but Nerris does too, so most of Nikki’s trolling is the two of them just trying to outdo each other. Ered also joins in at some point, but very briefly)

(Space Kid reaches out to Neil at first but Neil just blocks him–after eight more tries, Neil unblocks him, but refuses to fall for this shit, and Harrison eventually takes over.)

(Max is forced to deal with Preston giving him the most dramatic, overexaggerated guide-through ('and here, you must off your physical form to achieve godhood! ah, such is the fate of us mortals–’ 'wait hold up are you telling me to fucking KILL myself’) as well as David’s failed trolling attempts.)


Imagine Daniel starting to kill everyone off in a fit of religious purpleblood madness–he starts with Space Kid, and everyone realizes too late that when they said they wanted Space Kid dead, they didn’t mean it like this. Nurf is horrified when he finds out, and probably ends up giving himself to Daniel (not on purpose). Jasper is the next to go, and Daniel nearly reaches Gwen too before David leaps into shoosh-pap action. Gwen doesn’t know how to feel about this (He saved her?? But now he’s with Daniel??? And she liked him?????)


Imagine Max being first to reach godtier because 'wow, all I have to do is kill myself? I wanted to do that a LONG time now’.


Imagine who else would make godtier. And what classpect would they be? I’m sure Nikki and Neil would join on after Max, as well as maybe Nerris and Gwen (hell yeah, immortality)


Imagine them all meeting up with the trolls at last, and huh, Max didn’t know that the ridiculous drama queen trolling him was this cute. And weird, Neil hadn’t expected the idiot claiming he was psychic to be so charming.


Imagine Max being stunned to see David because 'you look like my dad…only younger…and greyer…and stuff’, and being met with a blank look because 'what’s a dad?’


Just….

Slay me with those Campstuck-fueled headcanons

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and then bakugou went back to his own room only to start screaming pretty loudly about what he had just done

anyways i’d never drawn a kiss before nor a comic itself + i’m still getting used to digital art so this probably looks terrible … i wanted to draw something for tetsutetsu’s birthday too but i was pretty busy today (one of the reasons why this looks so rushed, there’s only an attempt at a background in 3 panels and there are so many mistakes) … i’ll try to draw something for him tomorrow

i wasn’t even going to post this because i keep getting the feeling that it’s bad but?? i spent too much time on this to just keep it to myself so yeah !! hopefully i won’t end up regretting posting this lmao

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i still can’t believe they just Killed him like that

“Yes hagakure san, those clothes look amazing on you, and not just because youre invisible.”