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Despite her prominent role in Cursed Child, we seem to have a lack of Delphi art so here are some old pencil sketches I colored! I based her clothes off of @kingdomforscorbusdescription on her appearance and the one (can you believe it! one!) promo photo we have of her :’)

Léana Lavellan made by the amazing @kauriart

I’m totally in love with her. I love the colors you’ve chosen for her, the expression on her face and her eyebrows, hair, ears… She’s perfect!

It’s been worth waiting for! Thank you sooooo much, your work is always wonderful!

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Let’s talk about something for a second: Kate’s eyebrows. Just like her, they’re so unique. They’re not the classically shaped “brow on fleek” and there’s no real arch. Somehow, she pulls it off and they’re just so beautifully matched to the structure of her face. As you can see, she hasn’t really changed them since she was younger and I kind of love that? Because she wouldn’t be Kate with that typical arched brow. They’re so straight (the irony hahaha) and you don’t notice until you really look at them, especially since her hair is so light. I just love how they wouldn’t work on a majority of other people and yet just look so perfect on her. This is a weird post, I know. But this is a Kate McKinnon blog, and I will forever feel blessed by Kate McKinnon. Just look at this angel.

Day One: An intro for your Fatesona

I sort of skipped over the ‘from’ part and just went to making an intro, ahah;; 
Sora’s direction is actually really (scarily!) good, she just likes taking a bunch of weird detours trying to find the Kitsune Hamlet. Somehow, though, she continues to find people to sell things to so maybe the detours weren’t so weird after all…? 

She’s an eccentric but affable girl whose jokes can sometimes tip a bit into the mean spirited area. She is slow to trust but extremely quick to get attached once that threshold has been crossed, and her reactions to physical affection vary accordingly. She hates having debts and being on the losing end of things, so if she offers you something that puts her at a disadvantage you can be 69% sure that it’s a ploy of some sort. Even if that ploy is spending more time with you. Though she plays at being coy and enjoys gossip to a worrying degree, her feelings are usually quite pure and straightforward. Sells both physical wares and information. 

Since her adoptive father’s passing, she’s been on the search for a new home. She has a few complexes about her kitsune heritage, and strives to keep it hidden (especially since it’s been drilled into her that she’d probably die if anyone found out). Since she’s stayed at least approximately 100 yards away from any and all beaststones and has yet to transform once, she has a lot of urges that she has no idea what to do with. The extra energy seems to have tipped over to the opposite end and wound up with her being extra lazy instead. She’s chasing the Hamlet more for the idea of family more than any real love for her kinsmen. 


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Bonus little edit: 

It’s probably an extreme version of tag. 

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Indira, born of Indian mother and Somali father, has always been a Earth girl. Convinced vegetarian, she loves nature and everything surrounding it, and has devoted her life to saving the planet from global warming.

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50 prompt challenge

22.) “Just get on your knees and shove it in.”

Nursey had just been trying to help. The porch had been sagging more and more on the left side, and when Bitty had dropped a can of condensed milk at the door and it had rolled down the porch until it dropped under the wall, Dex had decided that enough was enough. That weekend, he’d pulled out his tool kit and took a crowbar to the siding until he could shine a flashlight in and locate the problem.

“Yikes. It’s a good thing I looked when I did, or we might be in serious trouble.”

“What’s wrong?” Nursey asked.

“You gotta come see it.” Dex passed Nursey the flashlight, describing what he was going to see. “The beam, off to the right, towards the corner of the porch? See how wet the ground looks around it?”

“Yeah.” Nursey straighten, leaning against the wall. He was more interested in watching Dex talk than staring at some wooden beam, though he would never admit it.

Dex continued, “You know how, whenever it rains, there’s that line that always stays squishy longer than the rest of the yard?”

“Yeah, dude, but did you just say squishy?” As soon as the words left his mouth, Nursey flinched, though he tried to hide it with a grin. He thought it was incredibly cute (and he wouldn’t mind watching Dex say the word a few more times, the way it made his nose wrinkle did something to Derek), but he was worried that Dex would hear it only as a chirp, not as the flirting it was maybe meant to be.

To Nursey’s surprise and relief, however, Dex just went with it. “Yeah, squishy, its a technical term. You know what I’m talking about?”

“Yeah.”

“I think there’s, like, a creek or something underground. You ever notice that on the other side of the road,” and here Dex pointed towards the back fence and the road on the other side, “there’s one of those big drainage pipes, but nothing on our side? That’s cause it runs through our lawn, and apparently, under our porch.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

Dex sighed, then grabbed the flashlight back from Nursey and leaned under the porch again. His voice was slightly muffled when he said, “I think right now the goal is just to make sure it doesn’t fall any further.” He straightened up again. “Once there aren’t people coming through all the time, I can pull off more of the siding and replace the beam with something metal, maybe in some newer concrete, so it’ll be sturdier. For now, though, I think a sheet of plywood, a stack of cinderblocks, and some of that caution tape Ransom has for kegsters will do the trick.”

That was how, an hour later, Nursey found himself trying to help Dex arrange cinderblocks through a one foot by three foot hole in the side of the porch. Dex hadn’t wanted to damage too much of the siding, so he’d only pulled off one piece, but that meant there wasn’t a lot of room for two large defencemen to maneuver the bricks into place.

“Nursey, can you make sure the top brick’s lined up?”

“Dude, I know it is, I just put it there, of course I made sure it was straight.”

“You should check it again anyways, because once we side the stack into place, we’ll need to work the top one in and we won’t be able to adjust!”

“Fine! Fine.” Nursey leaned in, twisting awkwardly to fit his body around Dex’s, ending up with the point of Dex’s shoulder pressed to the center of his chest while he used one hand to shift the brick so that it was perfectly aligned, and if he was paying more attention to the brick than was strictly warranted, then at least he wasn’t thinking something ridiculous like oh my god, his shoulder or I wonder what the freckles look like, just there, where we’re touching.

“There. Its straight.”

“Okay. Time out for a sec while I strategize.” Dex backed up a few steps, dropping to sit on the ground away from the mud. Nursey oh-so-casually leaned against the side of the porch again, angling so that Dex was squarely in his line of view. This meant that Nursey had a perfect view when Dex pulled off his tee shirt.

Instantly, Nursey’s brain whited out. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. He’d never actually seen Dex shirtless outside of the locker rooms, and Nursey followed the Locker-Room Bro-Code to a tee, so really, this was his first time seeing how defined Dex’s muscles were, long and lean, how broad his shoulders really were, how  absolutely covered in freckles Dex was– dark reddish brown ones on his shoulders and forearms, orangey ones on his upper arms and around his collarbones, pale, barely-there gold ones spreading further down his chest and–

And Nursey had no idea what color the freckles were around Dex’s waist, above his hips, because he was not going to look, because there was no way he would be able to stop looking, and hadn’t enough time passed that Dex should know what they should do by now?

“Uh…” it took Nursey a second after he started making sound to remember actual words, “uh, what’re we gonna do?”

Dex didn’t seem to notice. “I think I’m gonna have to take another piece of siding off around the corner, and I’ll pull the stack into place while you push, okay?”

“Yeah, fine by me, bro!”

Which is how, five minutes later, Nursey found himself doubled over, trying to push a stack of six cinder blocks into place while Dex pulled on some rope contraption he’d created on the other side.

“Nursey! I need you to push more, from the bottom of the stack, or else I’m just gonna pull them over!”

“Dude, I don’t think I can reach all the way to the bottom brick. I can’t get my arms in there enough!’

“Just get on your knees and shove ‘em in!” And god, if that wouldn’t give Nursey ideas, but as it is, he decided to put off thinking about it until he didn’t have an angry, sweaty, gorgeous hockey-player-slash-handyman yelling double entendres at him with no idea what he’s doing.

Once they finally got the bricks into place, and Dex had packed up his tool box and put his shirt back on and left to go shower back in his dorm, Nursey walked into the Haus, and, seeing Lardo sitting at the table in the kitchen fiddling with her phone, dropped into the seat next to her with a groan.

“Oh my god Lardo. Just… oh my god.”

Lardo slid over a bowl of some sort of chocolate-peanut-butter clusters Bitty had made with a sympathetic smile. “Yeah, dude, that sounded rough.”

“How much did you hear?” Nursey asked, and when she just raised an eyebrow at him, he dropped his forehead to the table and groaned, nearly loud enough to drown out the sounds of her laugh.

Jealous- Older!Damian Wayne x Reader

(Requested by anon)

Damian sat with his girlfriend in the most expensive restaurant in Gotham. She looked absolutely stunning. The waiter serving them definitely thought so too. Damian clenched his jaw; watching the waiter wink at Y/N as he refilled her water. Once he was out of earshot, Damian huffed.
   “I don’t like him,” he announced. Y/N raised her eyebrows.
   “Why? He’s perfectly nice,” she asked. He grimaced.
   “Yeah. He’s being really nice to you.” A smirk crossed Y/N’s face.
   “Wait a minute… are you jealous?” she wondered aloud. Damian looked away. Y/N laughed lightly.
   “Damian Wayne, jealous. Who would have thought,” she chuckled. Damian rolled his eyes.
   “You see, beloved, I never used to get jealous. Then again, everything changed when I fell in love with you.” Y/N grinned.
   “I love you too, Wayne. I love you more than anything in this universe; more than life itself. You don’t have to worry about anyone else, why would I need them when I have you?”


After dinner, Damian took Y/N out for a walk. He couldn’t help but admire the way the moon illuminated her face. He had stopped paying attention to their conversation for a minute, studying her appearance. Her hair, her eyes, her smile; everything, in his view, was flawless. Y/N, on the other hand, had noticed Damian’s lack of conversation.
   “Like what you see?” she joked, gazing into his eyes. He smiled, pulling her toward him for a kiss.
   “Damian,” Y/N said as she pulled away, “there really is no need to be jealous. I’m all yours.” Damian smiled, touching the hidden ring in his suit pocket.
   “Yes, beloved. And I am yours as well.”

I spy with my little eye… @reagandotcom in Self-Obsessed season 2! The man who gave an epic chew-out in s1 returns for a much bigger story this go-around & I couldn’t be more thrilled. This is the last detail I am allowed to share before the pending announcement :-)))))

A photo posted by Sina Grace (@sinagrace) on Jan 12, 2017 at 10:51am PST

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She looked down, her eyebrows furrowing as she did. “Do you… Do you love yourself?” She asked.

My eyes widened in surprise. They softened when I saw her tortured expression. Gone was her edge that always seemed to bite back. Now… She was juste a child.

I cleared my throat. “Do you?”

—  I don’t know, and I don’t think you do too.