i wanna thank ya

inuykago  asked:

heyyyy friend!!! ^o^ i was wondering if you could draw some inukag drawings using a couple of lyrics from Logic's "Never Been"? :D hope all is well!!

OH MY GOD I KNOW IT’S BEEN SO LONG BUT HERE YOU GO FRIEND!!! I would’ve added color and stuff, but I figured this would be good enough~ I just had to get this posted cuz yesssss some logic lyrics!!!!

As far as all the rumblings about what is to come with Once…

One thing I’m thankful for is this. However this show does or does not end, this fandom will write through fic and illustrate through art infinite different versions that will inevitably be more nuanced, thoughtful and appropriate than anything we will ever see on our TVs. And while this sounds like a slam of A&E and the writing staff (which isn’t necessarily false) it’s just a fact. We care about the small moments as much as the big milestones and have the time and desire in our art to delve into them. We remember every tiny interaction and take time to tie up loose threads, maintain continuity and make sure there is a payoff for every crisis. There are simply too many characters and storylines and realms and curses and villains and heroes and lions and tigers and bears for A&E to focus on what we want all of the time. Thank god we have this space to do it for ourselves. I can’t wait to see what this fandom creates.

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That being said, fuck up Emma Swan’s happy ending and I’m gonna riot.

tsukomichii  asked:

oh snap, it's okay! Can I request for forehead kisses for iwaoi/bokuaka/kurotsuki(choose any) instead? Your art is really nice, hehe

All cool friend! `v´ Since I already did forehead smoochies for IwaOi

I decided to go for your second option uvu And also because yay more owl smoochies <3

These two are so adorable, always a pleasure <3 So yeah friend thanks a lot for your request!! (AND your kind words, gee you’re so nice ;v;) Hope you like it :3c

D-11 to Lee Donghyuck’s 18th Birthday Bonus:
a gratitude post for Haechan.

Thank you for being you; and thank you for always showing your love to us 💖 Love you!

(I’ve always wanted to post this since months ago, but I think today’s the day. Thanks for the gift, Pudu! ✨)

hey gamers i reached 800+ and im p grateful to u guys for sticking with me even if my blog did a 180 no scope headshot to the aesthetic. anyway heres a ff in no real order except how u appeared on my activity feed bc no offense but i dont think id be able to cram all 800 of you in here onto this like post. so heres about 160 or smth of you guys bc i love u lots thanks gamers1!!!!!! if ya wanna b added or removed just lmk

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Cover Up

Imagine, you catch Pete and Jessie fighting and try to stop it leading to Pete hitting you and causing a bruise. You try to hide it from your boyfriend Daryl but he finds out, getting very angry.
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It was a beautiful day in Alexandria. Everyone was finally starting to settle in here.

You didn’t have any work to do today so you were just taking a nice stroll down the street.

The nice big houses really made you feel at home. Kids running around in their yards made you feel happy. Now a days, it’s rare to feel that way, and you loved feeling safe for once.

As you walked by Jessie Anderson’s house you couldn’t help but hear some yelling going on inside.

You slowly walked up on the porch knocking on their door. Jessie answered quickly, “hey Y/N. Everything alright?” She asked her voice shaking.

“Uh yeah everything’s good. Is Pete home?” You asked trying to get a look inside.

She closed the door a little more preventing you from seeing the inside.

“Yes he is. Do you need something looked at?” She asked knowing her husband was the head doctor in Alexandria and she knew people always came by if they needed something.

“No no I just thought I heard something. Jessie are you okay?”

Suddenly Pete appeared in the doorway making Jessie move aside. “It’s Y/N right? You need something?”

“Yeah and no I was just talking to Jessie. Can I come in?”

“You know we’d love to have you but, it’s not really a good time.” Pete insisted giving me a smile.

“Oh okay, I’ll just see you later then.” You said looking to Jessie who avoided any eye contact. You made your way down the porch and gave them a small wave.

Pete shut the door and you stood at the bottom of the steps. You waited to see if you could hear anything or see anything and when you heard the yelling again you marched right up the steps and pushed the door opened.

You walked in to see Pete raising his head to Jessie. “Stop it!” You yelled pushing him away from her.

“You shouldn’t be in here.” He said through gritted teeth.

You got in front of Jessie trying to shield her. “Pete, stop. We need to talk to Rick a-”

“Rick?! You wanna talk to Rick?” He screamed in your face. “Get out of my way!” He yelled slapping you across the face making you fall to the ground.

The hit was so hard it made your ears ring. Jessie was screaming and hitting her husband in the chest. Pete grabbed her and pushed her into the wall.

You cupped your cheek and looked up to him. “You won’t get away with this.”

Pete laughed and picked you up by your hair. “You tell anyone and I will get you and your group kicked out of here so fast, you won’t have time to explain. You hear me?!” He screamed in your face. His grip on your hair brought tears to your eyes and you nodded.

He pushed you forward making your body slam into the door. You winced in pain and quickly opened the door running back toward your home.

Once you got home you locked all doors and windows. Your heart was beating out of your chest, you had to stop and try to calm yourself down.

What the hell just happened?

Your cheek was still stinging and your shoulder hurt like hell to touch. There was definitely gonna be a mark later.

You went upstairs into your bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. Your hair that was in a pony tail was now all over the place, you could see the small blue and purple bruise forming on your cheek. Timidly you shook your jacket off and saw your whole shoulder was bruised from hitting the door so hard.

You wanted to cry. You wanted to scream and cry and have somebody hold you, but you couldn’t. Pete wasn’t going to get away with what he did.

You wiped your face off and put your jacket back on. Pulling your hair back into a pony tail you walked downstairs and out the door to Ricks house.

Once there you walked straight in, not bothering to knock. Rick, and Carol were talking in the kitchen.

Carol noticed your face and walked over to you in concern. “Y/N what happened?!”

“Rick, there is something we need to talk about.” You said making him put the baby monitor down and walk over to you.

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Once you told Rick and Carol everything they were both pissed. Rick hadn’t decided what he was gonna do yet but I don’t think it’ll end well.

Rick went out to get some fresh air and Carol was helping you cover up your bruises.

“This is the only makeup I could find, but it’ll have to do.” Carol said sitting down in front of you.

Carol started to wipe makeup on your cheek and shoulder. You winched and pushed her away at times but finally got everything hidden.

“You gonna tell Daryl?”

Daryl.

He would kill Pete if he knew, that why I wanted to hide the bruises so he wouldn’t flip out.

“No way, can’t risk him killing somebody. For now it just stays between us.”

Carol nodded and you parted ways with her as you walked home. You noticed a familiar motorcycle parked out in front of your house. You smiled and walked up the steps to see Daryl sitting on the porch swing smoking.

“Didn’t see you get back.” You smiled sitting next to him.

“Thought ya were asleep. Didn’t see no lights on.”

“No I was just visiting with Carol.” Daryl nodded and threw his cigarette on the floor, stepping on it with his boot.

“What’d ya do today?” He asked lightly bumping your shoulder. Your face twisted up in pain and Daryl noticed. “You alrigh?”

“Yep I’m great. Also tired so let’s go inside.” You said quickly walking inside your house. Daryl was confused but followed you anyway.

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The next morning you got up extra early to take a shower so you could cover up your face and shoulder before Daryl could see.

After your shower you wrapped yourself in a white fluffy towel. You looked over your bruises noticed they felt and looked worse then they did yesterday.

You sighed and pulled the makeup Carol had given you out of the drawer. A knock at the door made you freeze. “Y/N? Can I come in?”

“N-no Daryl don’t.” You said quickly trying to hide all the makeup products you pulled out. You still were completely naked and the only thing covering you was a towel.

“Why? You okay?” He asked, you started throwing makeup brushes into the bottom cabinet. While doing so you knocked over a bottle of liquid foundation making it break and go all over the floor.

“Shit.” You muttered looking at the mess you’ve just made. You looked frantically for your clothes but your heart sunk when you realized they were sitting on the chair outside the door.

“Y/N what’s that noise? I’m comin in.”

The door started to open but you ran to it pushing it closed making your shoulder hurt even worse. You hissed in pain, “Daryl don’t come in, please. J-just hand me my clothes!”

“Now dammit Y/N let me in.” Daryl said raising his voice making you flinch. You hated this, you hated how scared you were because of what one asshole did.

You moved away from the door and sat down on the toilet seat. Daryl opened the door and went wide eyed when he saw the mess on the floor. “What the-” he stopped when he saw you crying, wrapped up in only a towel.

He walked over to you and froze when you looked up at him. “Daryl, I’m sorry I was j-”

He bent down taking your chin and turning your face so he could get a better look at your cheek. “Who did this to ya?”

“I didn’t want you to find out with way, Rick was gonna handle it and then I-”

He let go of your chin and softly ran his finger over your shoulder. You flinched and he retracted his hand immediately.

“Y/N, who did this?” You could see the anger boiling inside him.

“I tried to help Daryl.” You said lowering your head tears running down your cheeks.

Daryl immediately wrapped one arm around your neck and pulled you toward him. As you cried into his chest, his fingers massaged your scalp.

“Hey, get dressed alrigh? I’ll clean this up and we can talk.” Daryl said using his thumb to wipe the tears away.

You nodded and walked into your bedroom changing into something easy to put on.

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“I tried to not let it get to me, but it’s not right and he needs to be stopped.” You said tears running down your face.

You had told Daryl everything, the two of you were laying down on your bed facing one another. Daryl was propped up on his elbow and you laid your head down on the pillow.

Daryl wiped the tears away then his hand went back to your waist. “I’ll kill the sum'bitch.”

“He said he would get us kicked out.”

“I don’t give a shit. He hurt ya, and others too.” Daryl said up and grabbed his crossbow which was on the floor next to the bed.

“Gonna talk to Rick, you stay here.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“No you ain’t.” Daryl said walking downstairs. You grabbed your gun and followed after him. Once we got outside we heard screams in the middle of the town.

We looked to one another then ran toward the huge crowed that had gathered.

Pete was on top of Rick chocking him. Daryl dropped his crossbow and tackled Pete, making him get off Rick.

“Daryl!” You screamed running toward them. Maggie grabbed you moving you back away from the three of them.

“Stupid prick beaten up on women!” Daryl yelled punching Pete repeatedly.

It was mad chaos, a few people finally pulled Daryl off Pete, Rick was ranting to everyone and Michonne knocked him out.

Later that night after being interrogated by Deanna for hours Daryl finally walked through the front door.

You ran over and embraced him in your arms. You looked him over and he wasn’t even beaten up that bad. His knuckles were red but besides that he walked away with only a few scratches.

“I’m sorry, if I wouldn’t have said anything none of th-”

Daryl cut you off by planting a kiss on your lips. You were shocked at first but wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss.

Once you broke apart Daryl moved a strand of hair out of your face. “It’s fine Y/N. We ain’t goin anywhere.”

You smiled hugging his torso. He kissed the top of your head and spoke up. “M’ sorry by the way. He could'a-”

“He didn’t Daryl. I’m okay now because I have you. Thank you for everything.”

Daryl nodded, “Just wanna keep ya safe is all.”

“And you have, now come on let’s gets some sleep.” You and Daryl walked up into your bedroom and both got a very well needed rest.

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I’m not very good at making comics so excuse the bad quality // I tried to shorten it a bit, but I guess it’s still a bit long huh //

So Asahi has a lot of baby Eevees because he takes care of pretty much any Pokemon he finds, and sometimes some of these Pokemon end up finding good new trainers! So of course I ended up having this idea pff // Ace will evolve into a Jolteon btw :3c

Maybe the idea is a little cheesy but // pff I can’t help it. This comic is supposed to happen before the “story” begins in this AU `v´ The Pokemon equivalent of a first year Noya forming a closer bond with second year Asahi, who ends up becoming his double battle partner later on~ :3c Asahi at this point still hasn’t become an actual breeder, and is referred to as “ace trainer” for being good at battles, as his Pokemon are always well taken-care of, in which case he is a power house to be recognized by his buddies. Though he doesn’t really have much confidence in himself as a trainer. Noya however sees great potential in him, and gets to the habit of visitting the place where he cares for his Pokemon - and stray Pokemon he helps out of the streets, because what a good guy right~ Details on the whole story will come up soon hopefully, I really want to work on this `v´ for now have a little cheesy comic explaining how Noya got a Pokemon again, because yes.

Wow I think I write a lot on these Pokemon AU captions // Sorry I get too excited ;v; But I hope y’all are enjoying the ideas I share!

[More Haikyuu Pokemon AU here!]

The Ones Who Matter

If EMP does stretch back to the Pilot, then Sherlock already knows:

Moriarty - The whole bit with Jeff Hope talking about it in the third person and Sherlock wondering if it’s an organisation… That could be Sherlock trying to work out if Moriarty is just a man or, more than a man. Of course, Sherlock’’s brain goes for it being a man because he’s a dramatic sod.

Someone like Mary/Mary herself - He knows he’s at risk of people getting close to him (and John), just so they can kill them. Mary is the most extreme version of this but it’s a possibility he has to work out. And possibly, he could know of ‘Mary’ or someone like her, like Moran.

He can’t trust Mycroft - It’s pretty clear that throughout the seasons, Sherlock knows Mycroft is dangerous but he also doesn’t seem to trust him. But that comes in waves because they can be… civil? Anyhow, he keeps a theme of Mycroft being compromised… Magnussen, working with Mary in TAB, the Eurus deal. So there’s something there. (Remember we only see Mycroft via email in the Pilot).

Magnussen - He has to come from somewhere(?) So Magnussen is some kind of threat or someone like him is. Either way, Sherlock doesn’t trust and wants to take some media guy on. Perhaps outside his dreams he won’t commit treason. :P

Culverton - Again, he has to come from somewhere. He’s either someone Sherlock has already dealt with or, he’s someone he’s got on his radar. 

Irene - I believe Sherlock would know about her but has never encountered her. Maybe he doesn’t even know what she does. So… he makes a dramatic version of her? Because he needs to project things onto her in his dreams, perhaps?

Everything else is just, imagination, ideas. Maybe? Perhaps details from his own cases are mixed in but he craves an adventure (with John), as he’s possibly dying or just passed out somewhere in the Pilot. 

Even typing this out sounds like madness but it’s where I land now so… I have to pick at the characters that stand out. :)

@sherlockshadow @221bloodnun @ebaeschnbliah

I think that Bramblestar and Squirrelflight should have two little toms, named Firekit and Goldenkit.

Firekit is small and shy and quiet, nothing at all like his namesake, but has his flame-colored coat. His eyes are the amber of his father’s, and he has a small white dash on his chest. He originally feels inadequate and insecure, not sure how he’s going to live up to the reputation of his grandfather. Eventually he realizes he can follow his own destiny and becomes a fantastic hunter, earning the name Firestorm, after both his maternal grandparents.

Goldenkit is larger, with broad shoulders and amber eyes and thick fur- but he is born with only three legs, his front right one having never formed below the shoulder. Unlike most other young cats, he doesn’t strive to be like Bramblestar or Lionblaze, but instead admires Brightheart, who he idolizes for her courage and kindness and dignity in living with her scars. When he becomes an apprentice, he is given Brightheart as a mentor, and the two develop an incredibly close bond, best friends in less than a moon. Goldenpaw becomes Goldenclaw, an incredibly powerful warrior named after both his paternal grandparents.

On the night Brightheart dies of old age, Goldenclaw comes to Ivystar (who is totally leader at this point) and suggests a new addition to the Warrior Code: no kit, regardless of any disabilities, will be denied the insurmountable right to train as and become a warrior.

Goldenclaw dies at a ripe old age, expecting his parents or even Brightheart to welcome him into StarClan. Instead he is greeted by a small, fluffy white kit with starlit blue eyes. The kit grins widely, and makes several movements with his paws and tail. He stops, realizing there’s no way the warrior would understand the language he’d learned in StarClan, and puts his paws down.

The kit grinned widely, gratitude flowing in waves from his starry body. “M’ Snowkit,” he spoke with difficulty, slurred and hoarse but strong and powerful. “An’ I wanna thank ya.”

Happy Birthday @incaseyouart 💕

If you asked me a year ago if i will ever draw myself, I would have said no. But if its the only way we can ever be in the same picture, I’ll draw myself standing next to you over and over again to remind me even if we live all the way across the ocean from each other, art and internet can keep us together. Thank you for being you and the biggest ray of light in my life. Happy birthday, my special bean :’)! You mean so much to me and more!!!