that’s how this scene is gonna go, right?


Kol angsting over Davina’s picture

anonymous asked:

whaddup, I'm Eren, I'm sixteen, and I'm wondering if you still have your requests open :0. I love your art a lot and I saw you taking requests so I was like OWO? If you still are can I request Lance and Keith with a bunch of Christmas lights? Or something like that skskjskdjskjf Ily

hi there eren! this is all youre gonna get cause im lazy af rn ! B^) 


Prince Oh showing you the world; shining, shimmering, splendid  ゚*。(・∀・)゚*。


Back from the void, it’s that great time of the year again, when people have fun and enjoy holydays and I decided that it would be great if I spend that joyfull summer working. At least I have air conditionner, and this is wonderful. Have some alien hunters ~ 


YOI Future!Verse ABO AU - OC Kids in Halloween Costumes 🎃

Whose GENIUS idea was it to give Yuuji an actual edible Halloween costume?!?! He’s got a stomach ache from gorging on candy BEFORE WE’VE LEFT THE HOUSE. - Yuuri

(the answer: a well-meaning husband(s) who declines to be identified for fear of Yuuri’s wrath)

One last Halloween post! Since i didn’t get to add them the day of ^ ^; Super quick and sloppy sketches, but eh I’m allowed to not put in maximum effort sometimes ^ ^;

(Featuring OC kids Yasha,  Shura, Arisa, and Yuuji)

🎃 See the adults/canon YOI charas in Halloween costumes HERE 🎃.


IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS AU: It’s a Yuri!!! on Ice AU, Yuuri-centric with end-game polyamory in an ABO setting, Yuuri gets married to four mates (Victor, Yurio, Phichit, Minami) and they have OC kids.

BASICS and timeline of this AU

OTHER POSTS (comics + illustrations) in the Future!Verse ABO section of my YOI Masterpost.


Please keep ship bashing out of the comments/tags. Don’t like, just skip <3 Thank you.


PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, EDIT, TRANSLATE, OR OTHERWISE USE MY ART. More detailed rules available on my Rules & FAQ Post.


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“Do you call that dancing, Potter?”

In which a very shirtless Draco Malfoy heroically saves an equally shirtless Harry Potter from embarassing himself by teaching him how to dance.

If only Harry weren’t so distracted by a shirtless Draco now…

Alright let me fling this idea at you guys to see what you think about it then.

Setting: A vague timeline where omegas depended on their parents/husbands but racism/homosexuality wasn’t a big deal.

Plot: Omega!Tony living in his parents’ mansion waiting to make a connection with The Right Kind Of Alpha (thanks for nothing Howard) when his parents are killed in a horrible accident. Of course, Tony’s an omega, so his godfather Obadiah has to take control of his finances and Tony finds himself even more trapped than he had been originally. Then he learns that Obadiah is trying to arrange a marriage between him and his son, Ezekiel, whom Tony does not like at all. Not only is Ezekiel not even nearly on Tony’s level intelligence-wise, he has no ambition; he’s fine being Obadiah’s pawn so long as he’s a comfortable pawn. Tony does not want to marry him but he’s coming to realize with an awful, sick feeling that Obadiah doesn’t have Tony’s best interests in mind–just his own.

So Tony goes to Jarvis for help, frantic. Jarvis has no idea how to help him short of attempting to physically fight Obadiah (he never was very rational when it came to Howard’s boy) so he, in turn, goes to his much more adventurous wife for help finding a solution. Ana doesn’t disappoint. This is why Jarvis married her, after all (even if he has no idea why his adventurous wife married humdrum him).

“What’s this?” Tony asks as he takes the pamphlet from her, perplexed, and then, more nervously, “A mail-order bride? Me?” “You’ll exchange letters with several alphas,” Ana explains. “You’ll get to know them. Maybe you’ll find one you actually like.” Tony can read between the lines: His options as an omega are limited and this is one of the few where he’ll have actual control of his decisions instead of having them made for him. If he gets himself engaged, there’s nothing Obadiah can do about it. And with the choice of whether to find his own faraway husband or get conned into marrying Ezekiel, well–Tony knows there’s really only one option.

He gets several prospects but finds himself most interested in an alpha named Steve who admits he mostly breaks a little above even on his ranch every year but he is lonesome for company and would do his best to make sure that Tony has as many creature comforts as he can afford. All of the other alphas talk about how hard they work and how much they make and how well they’d be able to pamper him, like he’s some sort of lapdog that needs spoiling or something. Steve talks about life on the ranch, his neighbors, the town he lives near where he gets his supplies. “Maybe we could even go to one of the dances in town,” Steve had added, and Tony knows he’s putting his own emotions into it, but he imagines that Steve is shy.

Eventually, Tony has to ask what Steve would expect of him as a wife. Steve’s letter has a lot of lines crossed out but he does answer him: companionship, a partner not afraid to get his hands dirty on the ranch, and maybe, if they find they get along well, children in the future. Tony fears the idea of children but he’s man enough to admit that it’s because of how his own parents treated him. Steve seems gentle, though. Steve could make up for Tony’s mistakes, probably. So Tony asks if Steve feels they make a good match. “God, Tony, I’ve been trying to figure out a way to ask you if you wanted to marry me for weeks,” Steve writes back, and the next time Ezekiel tries to put his slimy hands on him at a party Tony blurts out that he’s already engaged to be married and flees.

Jarvis is as wonderful as he always is. He has bags packed for him when he arrives home in a panic. Ana is squirreling away his valuables to send to him at a later date. Tony is sent to stay with his friend Janet because even Obadiah wouldn’t be foolish enough to go up against the Van Dynes, and Janet offers to pay for the emergency telegram Tony sends to Steve. “I’ll pay you back,” Tony says as she grabs his hands. She doesn’t mention that she can feel him shaking. “Nonsense,” she says. “You’re my friend. I expect you to pay me back by sending me letters full of all the lurid details of your marriage, starting with how handsome your husband is.” “I wish you were an alpha,” Tony admits, and Janet frowns at him sympathetically, because haven’t they all wished that about a friend at some point?

“Of course, please come, I want you to be safe,” is Steve’s answer, so Janet sends off another telegram telling Steve when to expect Tony and then pays for Tony to be able to stay in the sleeper car. “So no one sees you and tries to take you back to Obadiah,” she insists when he tries to argue. So Tony ends up in a tiny town named Timely with a trunk, his travel bag, and Steve’s letters clutched in a shaking hand, hoping he’s not just made a giant mistake.

There’s a man waiting on the platform. “Tony?” he asks, and Tony stands a little straighter. “Steve?” “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” Steve breathes, then seems to shake himself. “Are you alright? That telegram, I was so afraid–” “I’m fine,” Tony says softly and valiantly doesn’t curl in on himself. “But if we could–hurry? To the church?” “Yeah, just, just–”

Tony’s breath hitches as Steve takes his hands. Steve’s hands are big, rough and calloused. Steve’s seen a lot of hard work. Tony wonders if his hands will feel like this one day. “Hello,” Steve says quietly, gently, and Tony’s breath hitches. “I’m Steve.” “Hello, Steve,” Tony replies, a tremulous smile crossing his face. “I’m Tony. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Steve smiles bright like the sun before he loads Tony’s trunk and bag onto his wagon and then whisks him off to the church so they can get married, so no one can come and try to take Tony away.

somebody responded to us posting that emma watson is a clueless activist with this

and i’m just like… yeah because emma watson was born to rich parents and got sent to a freaking private boarding school in oxford and getting tutored in drama from a very young age, and landed a role in a very visible movie franchise .

like… both people who work on this blog are lower middle class at absolute best. if i had a rich mummy and daddy that sent me to rich people school and paid for a better education then maybe i would be a some kind of ambassador that makes speeches that don’t say anything as well, but instead i’m just a local activist who tries to support people in the best way she can with the resources she has.

for what it’s worth i’m from roughly the same geographic area as emma and i’m just like… maybe if i was a rich pretty cis girl i could work for the UN in promoting equality in an ineffective way too, but instead i’m working class, transgender and finding it hard to even get a job as a shitty position in the same city she went to school, all because we both played the cards we got dealt and she happened to have all aces.

jesus. think before you speak, y’know?


thanks to everyone who helped me pick compositions for the Manticore & Harpy! these are the two I’ve gone with - I’ll be finishing them as b/w risograph prints this week, for @jomajaba‘s monster zine