i'm really proud of this one guys

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McHanzo Week 2016, Day 3 - Alternate Universe
Who doesn’t love the good old Hogwarts AU?
Today there’s a bonus one because I really love this AU <:3c tbh I made the second one like a month ago but shh ((ALSO THEY SWAP SCARVES ISNT’T IT CUTE i mean can they do it if they’re in other houses? eh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯))

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During an interview, a reporter told me that me and our team are like swans. “You guys look like birds with innate talent that are swimming gracefully in a beautiful river,” he said. I thought, innate? I’m still really amazed on how I even became an entertainer, I have no special reason at all for this.

I thought I was a swan at one point. But reality hit me as soon as I debuted, and I found myself as a chicken swimming among the elegant swans in a very beautiful river.”

McHanzo Week 2016, Day 2 - Domestic Life
I wanted to draw them painting each other the walls in their new house (does this count?)¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Tbh I don’t really like how it turned out but I still want to post something every day of The Week™, so here it goes, I guess

“pinof8 is literally this month” follow conga line

bc who needs a follow train when you’ve got a follow conga line amiright??
I haven’t done one of these in ages but I figured why not because PINOF8 IS LITERALLY THIS MONTH AND I SWEAR PINOF7 WAS YESTERDAY AND I’M REALLY EXCITED OK

~ reblog if ur excited 
~ follow me + everyone who reblogs
~ gain new followers that will cry with you when It Happens
~ go watch all the old pinofs bc u love pain 

There’s this one awesome Undertale blog that is doing wonders for the community, they seem like such a nice person and what they’re doing is amazing, it’s always a pleasure to see their posts! Oh yeah, their name is @undertalepositivityproject


((You guys have no idea how much you mean to me, you really don’t. This is the nicest message to get before I go to bed, but it’s not me that should be praised, it’s all of you. This blog is yours, and you should all be so incredibly proud of how much love and positivity you’ve put into it so far, and how much we’ve grown together in just a matter of a month. There aren’t words to describe how much I treasure each and every ask that gets sent in, because every single one is another person going out of their way to spread love and hope and happiness to someone else, for the sole purpose of wanting to see that person smile.

You’re all amazing, and I couldn’t do any of this without you. Thank you so, so much <3))

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let it ring - unsungillumination - 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

summary: if there was one thing that klavier had learned, it was that apollo justice - no matter how upset - was simply not the kind of man to just sit back and watch the phone ring.

as a result, his missed call log on the day of the space station bombing was reason enough to panic.

pairing: klapollo, narumitsu

characters: apollo justice, klavier gavin, phoenix wright, trucy wright, miles edgeworth,clay terran

tags: canonical character death; hurt/comfort; angst; first kiss; implied/referenced character death; love confessions

  There had been one instance, some months ago, when Apollo had gotten absolutely furious.

  He’d spat into the phone, and slammed down the receiver, and an anxious Klavier had been certain that he would have to call back six, maybe seven times – perhaps even show up at the Agency door with some apology cake and a serenade, just to get a response.

  He dialled back apprehensively, and Apollo picked up at once.

  “HELLO. THIS IS THE WRIGHT FUCKING ANYTHING AGENCY.”

  “Uh, Herr Justice,” Klavier said meekly, “it’s me. Klavier.”

  “YEAH. I KNOW.” Apollo still sounded mad, and Klavier unwittingly shrank away from the phone in his hand.

  “W-well, then, if you knew it was me, why did you pick up?”

  A short pause. “You want me to hang up again?” snapped Apollo.

  Klavier backtracked immediately. “No! No, please, Herr Justice, I’m sorry…”

  Apollo, quick to ignite and quicker to melt, forgave him without much hesitation and promptly forgot about it. But what the whole incident had taught Klavier was that Apollo Justice, no matter how upset, was simply not the kind of man to sit back and watch the phone ring.

  And that was precisely the cause of his concern now.

  Edgeworth paused on his way past Klavier’s office and, noting that the door had been left hanging ajar, stuck his head through the doorway. He frowned. “Were you planning on getting any work done today, Mr. Gavin?” he asked pointedly, but his sharp glare was wasted when the man in question barely looked up from his phone.

  “What was that?” asked Klavier absently, still not glancing up even as his superior’s glare intensified. He frowned and tapped the screen again.

  Edgeworth gave up and stepped into the office. “I’m sure whatever game you’re playing is fascinating, but I would remind you that this is not what you are being paid for.”

  Klavier finally straightened to shoot Edgeworth a bemused glance. “What? Oh. My apologies, Herr Edgeworth. I’m not playing a game.”

  “Then what exactly is so important that you cannot file the papers that I needed yesterday?”

  Klavier frowned down at his phone again. “Herr Justice has not been returning my calls.”

  The stare he received in return was no longer edged with anger – just bemused disapproval. “Mr. Gavin, I understand that you are disappointed, but I would remind you that your dating life should not interfere with your –”

  “Oh, nein!” Klavier spluttered. “That’s not what this is, I swear! He’s not my date, he’s my friend –”

  Edgeworth smirked. “Relax. Your personal affairs are of no relevance to me, and besides,” he adjusted his glasses, allowing the sun to glint off his engagement ring, “you will certainly receive no judgement from me.”

  Klavier bit his lip. “Danke, Herr Edgeworth – and congratulations, by the way – but that’s really not what this is about.”

  “Then what is it about Mr. Justice’s absence that is stopping you from doing your job?”

  “Eighteen missed calls,” said Klavier. “Just in this past afternoon. I’ve called his apartment, I’ve called his cell…”

  Edgeworth pursed his lips. “Mr. Gavin, I’m loath to interfere in your private life, but I believe that if one is to ignore so many calls, then they simply may not wish to speak to you. It may be in your best interest to let Mr. Justice alone – at least, for now.”

  “Yes, Herr Edgeworth, I know that,” said Klavier impatiently, “but you don’t understand. Apollo doesn’t ignore phone calls. Ever. There was once when Fräulein Wright and I accidentally set one of his pairs of pants alight during one of her magic tricks, and he was livid, but he still picked up the phone when I called him and –”

  Edgeworth massaged his temples. “Forgive me for saying this, Mr. Gavin, but I sometimes wonder why the man continues to hang around you.”

  “Me too, honestly,” admitted Klavier. “But the point is, Apollo always picks up his phone. No matter what. And, Herr Edgeworth… Honestly, I’m really worried about him.”

  Edgeworth took the phone and squinted at it. “If you don’t mind my asking,” he said slowly, “why were you so anxious to call him today?”

  “Hm?”

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For an entire month, the Texas sky was nothing but
a broken water-main—and the state that had spent
decades slow-roasting over a pit of Christian gospel
and light-skinned southern values was suddenly
neck-deep in its own baptism.

Turns out that when you have been this starving for rain,
when you have been dry for this long,
the end of the drought only looks like a miracle
on day one.
By day thirty, our cities are drowning.

I know, now, how easily
skin can turn swampland—
that desert soil is the first to oversaturate,
that it only takes two weeks of proper attention
for my body to spill over.

It wasn’t long after I met you that I became
all flash flood and rising water tables.
Understand what torrential rain does
to a heart in a fifteen year drought—
just look what mother nature did to Texas.

I met you and suddenly there were no more dry-spells.
My valleys sloshed with rainwater;
there was nowhere to put all that sky.
It was all the ocean could do to keep up with us.
It was all I could do to keep my head above water.

There’s a reason you don’t give a starving man
a feast—his body has forgotten
how to be full.
He will make himself sick
with this wanting.

When all that Texas drought met you
I flooded my rivers, abandoned my cities,
soaked rot into the walls of my apartment.
For forty days and forty nights
Texas and I became new seas.

I drowned under the weight of what
you thought was a good thing–it’s been too long
since this was freely given and not something
I had to go searching for in the night—too long
since the sky has been anything but clear.

The storm should have been the end to the dry season.
Instead, it was the start of the flood.
You can’t dump heaven on the drought;
all you learn, is that Texas red dirt
can turn quicksand in an instant.

The end of the drought only looks
like a miracle on day one.
By day thirty, I am all tremor and panic attack,
fear flooding the basement. Your smile–
the place where the sky opens up

and pours.

—  I GAVE YOU FLOOD by Ashe Vernon

Here we see the majestic Edmontosaurus in its natural habitat: a confusingly empty white room.

Edmontosaurus annectens, also called “Anatosaurus” by HERETICS, was one of the last ornithischian dinosaurs. Ever. It adapted to this uniquely sad position by going out suddenly in a flaming blaze of glory, ensuring that its memory would be forever burned like a crater into the memory of the earth. That is to say that it left behind beautiful skin impressions for us to find 66 million years later. In this piece I have interpreted the unique pattern of scales (I think we’re supposed to call them “tubercles,” to clarify that they are absolutely not related to any of the other kinds of scales on different animals that are absolutely not related to each other) as corresponding to differently pigmented areas on the animal’s body, as suggested by Osborn in 1912. There’s no real evidence for this but the patterns do look like they could hypothetically correspond to the kind of coloration an animal like this might have, and besides, the individual scales are so small that I’d have no way to show off all the trouble I went through researching this crap if I didn’t.

We know that E. annectens had a weird “frill” of folded skin on the back of its neck, and that E. regalis, an older species, had a semicircular comb on its head for display, and some oddly large round scales on its neck. Here I’ve interpreted these as sexually dimorphic structures, representing folds of carunculated skin analogous to that of wild turkeys. Birds, as you all know, are natural models, a trait which anatomical and phylogenetic evidence suggests they inherited from non-avian dinosaurs. This pair is depicted in a studio during a photoshoot. Both are quite tired, as the photographer keeps making adjustments to the camera, lens, and lighting in order to “properly capture the character” of the 13-meter long hadrosaurs.

Look for the full album from @a-dinosaur-a-day, coming soon to a dashboard near you!

Cried a bit. Laughed a lot. Still don’t understand why you like or follow me. I’m super basic.
I feel like I’m excepting a Grammy right now, oh lord. Thank you so bloody much. I honestly don’t know what to say other than how proud I am of each and every one of you. That’s sounds stupid but I really am. You’re all talented and have so much potential and I’m so excited to see your books in stores someday. Thank you for following and believing in all my shit posts on my worst days. You’re all such a blessing and I love you. Thank you. Lots and lots and lots of love from Yasmine xoxox

“Ian and the Husky” - Digital Oil Painting

“People tell me we look like twins, but I know he’s cuter.”

I’m very pleased with how this turned out. The husky’s fur turned out so fluffy and Ian’s hair looks so soft and tousled and his eyes, my favorite feature of his, are so striking. Ahhh, I’m just so happy with this one! You really have to see it big in order to tell it’s painted.

If you enjoy my art, please consider subscribing to my Patreon! I am saving to buy a wheelchair lift.

becomings and never weres

Kakasaku Week 2016, Day 2: Fairy Tales/Legends

A/N: Guys. Guys! Why is this +6,000 words? I don’t know. I wrote this instead of sleeping. I think I’m starting to twitch. I don’t even know if most of this makes sense, it hasn’t been edited. I don’t even care. It’s trashy timetravel!fic. I’m so proud. It might be terrible. Please take it from me.

Kisses to the ks fam. You are all splendid and full of love. Feel free to come into my inbox and/or message me with feels and so on and so forth.


prologue. you knew since you were young that Fate was not your fan

Hatake Kakashi is run ragged from a brutal ANBU mission, all he wants to be is curled up in his own bed with his dogs and to not move for a century or two; so, of course, a man falls out of the sky and almost lands on him, not quite six kilometres out from Konoha.

“What,” he blankly demands of the Universe at large.

The man doesn’t move from where he’s crashed through several stories of branches to lay broken on the ground a few metres below the limb upon which Kakashi has slammed to a halt. The rest of his team is quick to scatter into a defensive formation, senses on high alert, ready for an attack.

“Taichou?” Itachi ventures from the rear point of their diamond.

“I don’t have a fucking clue.” He’s debating jumping down to poke at the insensate man since no attack appears to be forthcoming.

And then a second form crashes down from the heavens, except Kakashi unthinkingly snatches this one before they can hit the ground.

Tenzou snickers.

Kakashi looks down at the slight figure cradled in his arms, takes in her outrageous pink hair and her mask. Her unfamiliar pink hair and mask.

“What?” Hatake Kakashi demands again of the Universe, this time more forcefully.

The Universe doesn’t answer, and Tenzou’s snickers transform into giggles.

He really, really has no interest in dealing with this shit right now. Or ever.

But, because the universe hates him, apparently he’s not going to get to pour himself into bed at any point tonight.

Fuck. This.

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Always remember that people grow. You are not the same person you were two years ago, heck you may not even be the same person as one month ago. This is something I really needed to take in mind, often people say things and do things they shouldn’t, but you learn from these moments and you grow as a person. I may have done things in the past I am not proud of, but so have others. Don’t hold grudges from the past, focus on being a better person today.