if someone draws this i will love them forever

If someone were to have told me a few weeks ago that two big ol sweet gay butch squares were going to be the thing that finally motivated me to draw again…i probably would have believed them tbh

Anyways i love Topaz and Topaz with all my heart and id die for them to be happy forever thanks.

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  • Tim Drake: [sniffles] I didn't even say one thing. And then she asked me the whole thing, and I didn't even do it once.
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  • Barbara Gordon: [hic] I'm gonna tell you that...that bitch over there [points at scowling Talia] I'm...I'm not gonna tell you that...I don't have to brag.
  • Cassandra Cain: [giggles] Baba booey. [snickers]
  • Dick Grayson: Turn this music down! [sings] Farts and boobs and love and stuff...macaroni salad...
  • Jason Todd: [yelling in rapid-fire Spanish]
  • Duke Thomas: [bursts out laughing and then cough-hacks]
  • Bruce Wayne: [dancing nonsensically to the beat]

anonymous asked:

Okay so how about child virgil feeling super cuddly but not wanting to "bother" the others goes to cuddle with thomas who happily does so. Meanwhile in the mind space: frantic, panicy searching until they face it and go to tell thomas.


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Virgil woke up feeling particularly clingy, and decided that his new cat plushy, Cat Skellington, wasn’t enough to satisfy his cravings for cuddles.

So, he climbed out of bed, and headed downstairs. Patton was busy making breakfast, and the other two weren’t even there.

Virgil sunk down to Logan’s room, and saw he was busy with work so he tried sinking down to Roman’s room. Roman was still sleeping. He could probably just climb into Roman’s bed, and curl up on his chest. Or just toughen up, and ask one of the others for attention, but he really didn’t want to risk annoying any of them. So, doing the only logical thing he could think to do, Virgil sank down to Thomas’ living room in his usual spot on the stairs. Thomas was sat on his couch on his laptop, probably editing a video or scrolling through tumblr, so Virgil waited for him to notice him.

Virgil started to grow impatient as minutes passed, and Thomas still hadn’t noticed him. So, he mustered up all the courage he had to speak up.


Thomas jumped upon hearing the voice, but calmed once he saw that it was just Virgil.

“Oh, Verge. Geez. I know part of your job is to scare me, but do you really have to sneak up on me like that?”

Virgil pouted, and looked down starting to feel guilty, and stupid for even coming here in the first place.

“S-Sowwy I’m just.. gonna go back now.”

Virgil started to sink back down, but was stopped by Thomas’ voice.

“Wait, no it’s okay! C'mere, Verge.”

Virgil perked back up, and waddled over to Thomas. Thomas smiled, and placed his laptop on the table so he could give Virgil his full attention.

“What’s up, buddy?”

Virgil said nothing, and instead made grabby hands before he could stop himself. Thomas grinned, and lifted Virgil into his lap.

“Just need attention huh?”

Virgil nodded, and curled up to Thomas’ chest. Thomas chuckled, and started brushing his fingers through Virgil’s hair.

“Well, that’s totally okay. Uhh.. wait. Do the others know you’re here?”

Virgil shook his head no, and put his thumb in his mouth.

Thomas sighed, and pulled the thumb out of his mouth as he said, “Okay, well you shouldn’t stay here long. Wouldn’t want the others worrying would we? That’s your job.”

Virgil giggled, and nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile in the mindscape the others were doing just that. Patton was crying while holding onto Cat Skellington which was abandoned on Virgil’s room floor. Logan was pacing trying to figure out where Virgil could have possibly gone. Roman was continuing his frantic search.

“I don’t understand. We’ve looked everywhere! We’re just.. We’re going to have to tell Thomas.”

Patton, and Roman immediately looked at the logical side horrified.

“Are you insane?! We lost his anxiety! His anxiety who is now a small, vulnerable child! He’d probably just yell at us until we find him! I, a noble prince, am not dealing with all of that!”

Patton sighed defeatedly, and placed a gentle hand on Roman’s shoulder.

“Roman.. Logan is right. We have to face the consequences. Besides Thomas might be able to help.”

Roman pursed his lips attempting to think of a way out of this, but there seemed to be none. He too sighed defeatedly.

“Fine.. But this isn’t my fault!”

Logan groaned, and pulled the others down with him to Thomas’ living room.

“Thomas, listen to me very carefully okay. We lost Anxiety, and we are extremely worried. We’re also very sorry. Please just skip the scolding, and help us find him. He couldn’t have gone far. Really, he’s probably just hiding in some absurd place-”


Logan stopped his babbling to look at Roman then followed his gesture to see Virgil sitting in Thomas’ lap.


Before Logan could continue speaking Patton scooped Virgil up as he yelled, “I’m so glad you’re okay, kiddo! Don’t do that to me ever again! I was so worried!”

“Sowwy, dad..”

Thomas chuckled as he watched Patton practically crush Virgil in a hug then stood up to look at Logan.

“He came to me ‘cause he wanted some attention. Why wasn’t anyone with him?”

Logan sighed, and exchanged a guilty look with Roman.

“Patton was making breakfast, I was working, and Roman was still sleeping. We thought he was still asleep in his room. Patton went to get him up, and that’s when we saw that he was missing. Apologies, Thomas. We will keep a better eye on the little rascal.”

Virgil stuck his tongue out at Logan who just ignored him. Thomas nodded, and shrugged.

“Well, you guys know I’m okay with him coming to see me, but yes please watch him. I’d rather not lose my anxiety again. I mean especially not when he’s a child. ‘Cause yeah losing him in general would be bad for me, but he could easily get hurt, and I don’t want that.”

With that Virgil smiled, and made grabby hands for Thomas again. Patton grinned, and handed him over. Thomas smiled, and ruffled his hair.

“Like I said, you’re always welcome here with me, Verge. Just maybe tell the others next time? Unless you’re an adult again by that point. In that case just pop up.”

Virgil nodded, and nuzzled his face into Thomas’ neck. Roman, and Patton squealed at the cuteness. Logan smiled, and rolled his eyes fondly.

“And Virgil?”

Virgil looked up at Thomas, and tilted his head curiously.

“Don’t be afraid to ask the others for attention, okay? Child or adult I know for a fact they wouldn’t mind making time for you.”

Virgil looked at the other sides who were all smiling, and nodding in agreement.

“Thomas is correct. You are family, and we will always have time for family.”

Virgil grinned, and made grabby hands for Logan. Logan chuckled, and took him from Thomas. Roman smirked as a theory started to form in his head.

“Yes, we love our strange angsty boy quite a lot, and don’t mind sparing some time for you.”

Virgil blushed, and made grabby hands for Roman. Roman took him, and smirked at the others.

“Anyone else notice that Virgil immediately wants to go to whoever says something nice about him?”

Virgil’s blush deepened as he immediately made grabby hands for Patton. Everyone, but Roman, laughed as Patton took him back.

“Yes, and he also seems to immediately want Patton whenever you annoy, or embarrass him.”

Roman glared at Logan who was now the one smirking.

“Oh, shut up!”

With that Roman sunk down. Logan chuckled, and turned back to Thomas.

“Well, if you do not need us for anything we will be going.”

“No, you’re good. See you later, guys.”

Thomas ruffled Virgil’s hair before Patton sunk down with him. Logan smiled, and shook his head as he followed them.

Once they were all back in the mindscape they put Virgil’s favorite movies on, and let him lay across their laps as they sat on the couch.

Virgil relished the attention his family was giving him, and fell asleep for once not really worrying about much.


i still don’t know what a good ending is but whatever. Thomas & adorable lil Virgil interaction is my will to live so i definitely need to write more of it. also if someone were to draw Thomas and/or Logan holding child!Virgil based off of this i would literally love you forever, and write you a short fic of pretty much whatever you wanted (some exceptions) bc yes pls?????


 I really do work on those request since I really liked them but .. it takes FOREVER for me to finish them

“A day at the park”- set with crappy Backgrounds and irritating leaves BUT I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THE AUTUMN THEME AND THOSE CLOTHES.

the only thing I really miss in spn is like..nice Outfits? a bit more fancyness ? I literally screamed when I saw Dean in that 1944 Episode and when Cas looked like a normal human man ?? that’s why I draw them in nice clothes .. please dont hate me


@morte-mistrata I based this one off of a haunted house picture I found where the girl is freaking out and the guy is just like wide-eyed-bout-to-punch-someone staring and it just kind of fit? I can just imagine them going to a haunted house and it just not.. ending well. Like someone tries to grab Pidge from behind and welp…. Let’s just say they were forever banned from all haunted houses in the area from then on. (Plus haunted houses can’t be good for Shiro’s PTSD) This was a great prompt and I would totally read a fic about this!!

(This drawing was made for my shidge request post. I am drawing and posting then in the order that I receive them and I am almost done with all of the requests)

Soooo, a little background on this picture. I know a lot of artists are making their own OC’s, and for a while now I’ve been wanting to make my own! Nick and Judy adopted a little baby girl bunny named Margaux. I’ve always loved that name, so taa daa, that’s what I’m calling her.

Another thing: I want to make comics, but I’m a shit writer. If any writers out there are interested in working on a little project with me shoot me a message or if you know someone who would want to work with me… tell them. I will be drawing it in this style. If you are an RP blog or write fan fiction, please send me a link. Much appreciated (☞゚∀゚)☞

It’s not you that I miss, it’s what we had. I think now I only want you back because I miss having you. You were my best friend, and I was head-over-heels for you. Now that you’re gone, I’ve learned how to survive on my own. But sadly, it’s not the person I miss, it’s the memories. I only want you for your love and support, your undeniable, undivided friendship; I want someone to fall back into when I’m both happy and sad, at the same time. For once, I just want to receive the love I give the world. In all honesty, it could be anyone; You’re just the last name on my list, so my heart still draws its way back to you. Maybe it always will, who knows. Maybe I really did love you, and maybe I still do. All I know is every time I find someone, I lose them. And every time I lose them, I realize I loved them. Once they’re gone, I swear I’ll never find anyone else. My heart will never go on. I’ll be stuck in this constant cycle of heartbreak forever, chasing memories and regret. But every time I’m just about to completely fall apart, someone saves me. I guess I’m always stuck waiting for my next superman. But maybe that person, the one who sweeps me off my feet, saves me from drowning; maybe that person needs to be me. I must save myself, because in the end, the only love I have is my own.

thoughts / do I miss you? // 9:13pm ; 10.25.17

A Robin in Central City

Summary: A post-promised day, pre-epilogue fic where Ed and Al sneak out of the hospital to get some nice food - someone has to look for them when they disappear Pairings: Slight royai Rating: U (all audiences) Word Count: 4588 —–

The hospital room is quiet in its early hours. Ed sits on Al’s bed curling a small weight with his right arm - it’s little more than a kilogram. The nurses wouldn’t provide him a heavier weight for fear he’d strain the atrophied muscles in that arm. What a pain, he’d wanted an at least halfway decent workout.

Al’s in far worse condition than him anyway, so he’s not really sure why the nurses are so concerned about him. Ed tucks the blanket tighter around Al when he shivers in his sleep. It’s not even that cold; the morning sun streams in through the window and warms him from behind.

Dawn’s colours remind him far too easily of lying in the grass outside their childhood home. Back when it was blissful and happy. Him and Al would do their best to stay up all night, desperate to know what was so special about it. He’d stayed up until dawn once or twice and seen the sunrise. It was forever burned into his memory, that first sunrise he saw. Al had always fallen asleep on his shoulder and never seen it. It was Ed’s fault that Al had now seen four years of sunrises - one thousand four hundred and sixty of them. Had it been longer? Had he seen more than that? If he’d lost track of time, how many had he really forced Alphonse to see? Of course, now that he had his body back, Al wouldn’t have to watch any more sunrises that he didn’t want to.

It had been quite a few sunsets since the Promised Day, Al hadn’t been much lively since getting his body back. He’d spent most of the time sleeping, to little surprise. Right now though, his eyes are just fluttering open as he starts to stir. Ed moves off the bed and reaches for the glass on the side table. He hands it to Al with a straw who drinks from it greedily.

“Morning Al.” Ed whispers, it feels that speaking would destroy the peace of morning. He doesn’t want to do that, it’s been far too long since he was surrounded by such complete peace - he barely recognises the feeling.

“Morning brother,” Al’s voice is stronger than before but it still feels weak and strained, his vocal cords are no longer accustomed to frequent use. “What time is it?” he asks, glancing out the window.

Ed reaches into his pocket to pull out his watch from habit, finding it’s not there he glances at the clock, “7:18, you just missed the sunrise. It was beautiful.” He’d left his state alchemist’s watch in his own hospital room, no longer feeling the need to carry its weight with him everywhere he went. It’s not like he needed to remember the third of October year eleven anymore anyway, didn’t need to carry its burden anymore. There’s no point in looking to the past now, Ed thinks.

It makes much more sense to set yourself facing forward. Even if he doesn’t know what he’s going to do now, he certainly can’t be a State Alchemist now that he can’t perform alchemy. But then… no one really knows what to do anymore. Sure, they still have their goals but everything had changed in the course of a single day. Ed looks back at Al. Some of those changes are a good thing.

“Oh,” says Al, “I used to watch the sunrise every day. It feels strange missing it. I guess I’ll just have to wait until tomorrow to see it.”

Ed smiles to himself, so there had been things that Al enjoyed in that body - somehow. “I’ll make sure I wake you up early then.” Ed promises him.

Al nods, “I’d like that, brother.” His gaze lingers on the view outside the window. He thinks Ed doesn’t notice, but he studies Al for a moment then suddenly shoots out the room. The door slowly squeaks shut behind him. Startled, Al watches the door until he returns.

Ed comes back through with a bundle of clothes in his arms. Amazingly, they don’t even seem to be the gaudy, tasteless kind that Ed would normally wear. He lays out each item of clothing on the bed for Al to see and choose from. Al runs his hand over a dark green cotton jumper, it’s far softer than the standard issue hospital gown he’s currently wearing. He picks the jumper, a pair of soft pants, some underwear and a button up shirt to put on. Along with the pair of cat-themed slippers Ed bought him as soon as he’d been alone in his room and had managed to sneak out. He’d lied and told Al that he hadn’t left through the window.

Al weakly holds his arms above his head and allows Ed to help him into the clothes. His hands shake and fumble so much that he can’t even do up the buttons on his own. It’s humiliating and embarrassing that he can’t do it himself, had it been a nurse trying to help him like that, Al thinks that he couldn’t have stood it. But it’s only Ed, and Ed used to help him get dressed when they were younger so maybe it’s not so bad. He doesn’t have to put on a fake smile to hide his emotions with Ed. Doesn’t have to worry about letting him know that all of this upsets him.

Once he’s dressed, Ed leaves Al alone on the bed once again. He’s straight back out the door to go do whatever is next on his list of self-assigned missions. Ed’s being cryptic again, not saying a word to Al but he doesn’t mind too much. For him, it’s nice just to be wearing proper clothes again. He can’t help but wonder if someone might be coming to visit him in central hospital. He can’t decide who he’d rather see, Winry, Granny or Mustang and the rest of the office crew? He would have liked to see May, Ling and Lanfan again too, but by now they’d be at least halfway back to Xing.

Ed re-enters with a wheelchair, pushing it carefully through the door. He parks it beside the bed and lifts Al’s covers, folding and setting them aside from him. Ed offers a hand to Al so that he can help him into the wheelchair.

Al shakes his head, “No brother, I can do this on my own. Getting into my wheelchair, I mean.” He braces himself and swings his legs over the side of the bed. Slowly, cautiously, doing his best. He feebly pushes up, barely supporting his own weight, eventually he struggles into the wheelchair. Al sits in it, breathing heavily and utterly exhausted after even a task as simple as that. But he did it, and he did it on his own and it makes him feel proud.

Ed looks at him with worry; Al faces him with a tired smile and a weak thumbs up. He’ll be fine in a few moments, besides, he wants to know just why this was necessary. “Brother, are you going to tell me why I’m in this wheelchair right now?”

Ed just grins at him knowingly, leaving Alphonse answerless. He takes the handles of the wheelchair and rushes down the corridor with him. The ride is bumpy and constantly jolting Al, it makes a loud noise as the wheels roll across the floor. It reminds Al of a fairground ride he went on once. He doesn’t even remember what it was called, but he remembers that it was fun.

With a gust of fresh air blowing through the doors, Al finds himself in the hospital garden. The flowers look just as pretty as he always remembered; the smell, however, is completely unfamiliar. Ed plucks a flower from the ground and holds it out to Alphonse, he takes it, twirling it between his fingers and sniffs at it. His nose wrinkles. Al sneezes.

“Bless you.” Ed says, handing him a tissue. He seems to be ready for everything today, a total contrast to his usual self. He sits down in front of Al’s wheelchair, the grass is slightly wet. Ed doesn’t really care though, he’s more than content to simply bask in the sunlight and enjoy the bird song - just like the country hick he truly is at heart, despite all his time in Central City. He’s looking forward to going back to Risembool. There he’d see the same birds everywhere as he finds in this seeming last reserve of Central.

Alphonse is sat perfectly still in his chair, feeble arm outstretched and a small robin perched on his finger. He raises his other hand to its head, gently stroking its soft feathers. It’s therapeutic despite the wind blowing his long, uncared-for hair into his face. Therapeutic until his weak muscles fail him and his hand slips suddenly. The small robin flies chirping away. Alphonse tries not to feel crestfallen, not to let the expression make its way onto his face. He half tries to hide behind his hair, it hangs there limply and covers up his eyes. The breeze picks up, blowing it behind him as the robin glides away on the gusts of air.

Ed studies him quietly; hands in his pocket, he feels the few crumpled up pieces of paper and coins that sit inside it. He wishes he could get that robin to come back; if Alphonse was that happy just to have it perched on his finger, he wouldn’t mind a bird too terribly… It wasn’t like they’d be travelling much anymore anyway. Where did they have to go but home? Grasped between his fingers though, there isn’t even enough for a train ticket to take them there. Nor is there enough for a bird. Maybe three hundred and fifty cenz maximum…

Stretching, Ed stands up, taking the handles of the chair. He slowly pushes Alphonse out of the garden and onto the usually bustling streets of Central. There’s something peaceful about this too; although it’s nowhere near the same. There are people surrounding them, but being early in the day the thick throng is yet to form. It feels like forever since he’s had a casual stroll around here, it feels almost disorienting - not having to run for his life and actually being able to enjoy the scenery. He doesn’t even have a particular destination in mind; just where three hundred and fifty cenz can take him. He stops for a moment in front of a street vendor selling apples, they look delicious and he can see Alphonse practically drooling. The change jingles in his pocket as he rummages around for a hundred cenz coin rather than pennies. He exchanges it for a sack of apples. He takes one out and hands it to Al, then he ties the sack back up and ties it to the handle too.

Watching Alphonse with the apples, he finds himself remembering Al’s vow to eat Winry’s apple pie and Gracia’s quiche when he got his body back. Though Winry isn’t in Central to bake them a pie, the Hughes house isn’t far away. He thinks that taking Al there would probably do him some good, just maybe Gracia and Elicia wouldn’t mind seeing them either… Lost in his thoughts, Ed’s lost in the streets too. His feet wander as much as his mind does, it seems.

“Brother,” Alphonse breaks the silence that had enveloped them since the hospital room, “do you know where we are?”

Ed hums a moment, “Yeah sort of, I wasn’t really paying attention to where I was walking, sorry.” There isn’t really much to tell them where they are, Central has a thing for nondescript housing. It all looks the same, this area is annoyingly devoid of landmarks to gain his bearings from. He spots the street name on one of the buildings; the map of Central etched into his brain suddenly becomes useful and Ed remembers how to get to his destination. Before they leave though, there’s a pay phone on this street and still two hundred and fifty cenz in his pocket.

“I’ll be back in a minute Al,” Pointing at the phone booth, he pulls the wheelchair further into the pavement and puts on the brakes.

Al follows his finger, “Alright, who are you going to call?”

“Gracia Hughes!” Ed yells over his shoulder. He shuts the door of the booth behind him. Slotting in coins, he dials the number and listens to the line ring, waiting for someone to pick up.

“Hello?” Gracia’s soft voice crackles down the line.

“Hi Mrs Hughes. I was wondering… would you make Al a quiche?” Ed tries not to get his hopes up, after everything that was his fault maybe she wouldn’t want to see these two wandering brothers, despite how much her late husband loved them and despite her words. But her answer is the opposite of what he expects, it leaves him feeling just a tiny bit relieved.

Gracia gasps quietly, happily, “Of course Edward. Does that mean you got your bodies back?”

Ed silently nods, forgetting that a phone is used to hear a voice, not to see a picture. She questions if he’s still there and Ed suddenly finds his voice, “Yeah, I’m here. We got our bodies back, it makes me really happy.” He sheepishly scratches at the back of his head, hair neatly tied in the golden plait that used to be his signature, (he’s missing the gloves and the red coat and the automail arm, the plait is an anchor for him, makes him realise he isn’t dreaming.) “Sorry I went all quiet on you there, I forgot you couldn’t see me so I nodded instead.”

Gracia laughs, “Dinner will be on the table when you boys get here.”

Before the line beeps dead he hears her say “Elicia sweetheart, come help me make a quiche for Ed and Al!”

He also hears Elicia’s delighted squeal, “Big brothers are coming?!”

Then the phone clicks and the voices cut off and he places the receiver back down. Ed’s left smiling to himself, he exits the booth and pushes the door shut. Just a few feet in front of him, the robin is there again - perched on Alphonse’s shoulder this time around. The image leaves him thoughtful, pensive. He’s curious about what it must feel like, the pressure of its claws in his skin after not being able to feel pain. Or the softness of its feathers after feeling nothing at all.

His right arm understands it, though it isn’t at all the same. No, he can’t imagine it. Perhaps he shouldn’t ask either. He keeps that thought to himself when he resumes pushing Alphonse’s wheelchair and chatters with him. Al is excited about the quiche, happy for food better than what a hospital canteen can provide. Ed agrees, he’s suffered more than enough hospital food in his life to understand at least that sentiment.

What he maybe doesn’t understand is the robin still following them, it seems determined to keep Alphonse company the entire way to the Hughes house. It flies away when they knock on the door. Scared off by the loud thumps of Ed’s knuckles rapping against dark, solid wood. The handle turns in response, and behind the creaking door is an enthusiastic Elicia. Alphonse grins at the butter in her pigtails and the flour all over her face and covering her apron.

Her mouth makes the shape of an ‘O’ when she looks at the two of them, they’re different than when she last saw them. She stares at the brothers, “Big brother!” she exclaims, pointing at Ed, “You got taller!” Elicia stands on her tiptoes, “but so did I!”

Ed laughs, ruffling her hair. Retracting his hand, he rubs the butter now covering it on his trousers. He hopes that they won’t stain, there are only so many pairs of pants in his suitcase. “Can we come in?” he asks.

Elicia nods vehemently and opens the door wider for them to enter. Her attention snaps from Ed to Alphonse, “Hey Alphonse, what happened to your armour? Why aren’t you wearing it? And why are you in a weird moving chair? Can you stand up?”

Against the bombarding questions, Alphonse looks akin to a deer caught in the headlights. It takes him a minute to gather his thoughts, “I decided I didn’t like the armour anymore so I took it off and I’m not wearing it. But without it, for now my muscles are all like jelly so I have to sit in this chair to get around. It’s alright though, “ Al jabs his thumb in Ed’s direction, “I’ve got him to help me.”

Fondness passes over both their faces for the fleeting moment before Elicia jumps onto Ed’s back. The unexpected extra weight sends him tumbling backwards. His arms jet out behind him, a barrier between him and the floor that stops a young child from being squashed. His bum meets the ground with a sore bang. Instead of being scared or deterred, Elicia clambers onto his shoulders and tightly clasps her hands around his forehead.

Ed breathes out a longsuffering sigh, he can’t push the chair and carry her at the same time. His dilemma is solved with the appearance of a worn out Gracia. She doesn’t even bother asking what the commotion is, just carefully takes Elicia from his shoulders and gently chides her.

“Elicia, you know you have to ask before you get piggybacks from someone.”

Elicia lowers her head and trails into the kitchen, dragging her feet the short distance. The three of them follow her to the table, all four of them settle in their seats. Gracia cuts the quiche, placing a piece on each plate.

“Thanks for the food!” is exclaimed by three voices in unison.

Usually, Al is one for manners who would talk rather than dig straight in, but the smell of fresh pastry is far too tempting. He stuffs his mouth with a forkful as soon as the fork is handed to him.

“So Edward, why isn’t Winry here with you today?” Gracia teases him lightly.

Ed swallows down the mouthful of food and tries not to splutter, why is it that that is what she immediately jumps to? Dammit, he thinks, she’s just the same as her husband! “She’s back in Risembool, last time I saw her was the sheep festival.”

Al gapes at him, “You went to the sheep festival…” his eyes narrow, “whilst I was hiding on a train as a fugitive?”

The corners of Gracia’s lips curve and Ed turns his head away from Alphonse, mumbling, “Uh, no? I was kinda.. Sorta, hiding in Pinako’s basement most of the time… I was on lookout duty in her room when she came back and uhh…” he trails off and turns bright red.

Gracia bursts out laughing and Ed’s eyes plead with Al to change the subject. Al just giggles along with her, holding a hand to his mouth to muffle the sound. Giving up, Ed wolfs down the rest of his food and locks onto Elicia, “Hey Elicia, do you wanna play or something? I bet you’re bored!”

Her eyes light up and she springs out of her seat. The half-eaten slice of quiche is abandoned in favour of the dolls and costumes Elicia pulls out of her toy chest. Part of Ed wants to run away in terror from the pink tutu and princess hat that she approaches him with. Resisting the urge to do just that, he lets her place the hat on his head and puts on the tutu. When he’s securely in the awful thing, Ed sits cross-legged on the floor. She tugs his hair out of its plait and fiddles with the locks cascading down Ed’s back. Elicia whirls around, placing herself in front of him.

She clasps her hands together thinking, she pouts as she assesses Ed’s already ridiculous appearance. “Ah!” She exclaims, “I know what you need to be the perfect princess: face paint!”

Ed doesn’t even get the chance to convince her not to torture him further - she’s already dashed off in search of it. He half wishes he’d suffered through the rest of that conversation. Suggesting playtime to a young girl in possession of dress-up supplies is hopefully his only mistake for the day. He grimaces when a paintbrush covered in bright yellow acrylics touches his face. Gosh, she’s not even using proper face paint… He wonders if the bright yellow flower on his face will ever come off.

Someone knocks on the door and Ed glares at it, wishing that he could melt whoever stands behind it before they can witness his embarrassment. But humans like him don’t have superpowers, although sometimes it might have seemed like it. No, the only people possessing superpowers are safely in movies and comic books that can’t help him when Gracia opens the door a crack.

“Have you got any idea where the Elric brothers might be? We got a call from the hospital saying they were missing.” Roy Mustang is known for composure, but this time around everyone in the apartment can hear just how frantic he is. Riza’s quiet reassurance doesn’t work at all, his voice is almost pleading, “We’ve searched all over. No one’s been able to find them! I hope to hell they’re okay…“

Ed hears Roy’s voice and desperately prays that he’ll go away. Praying has never really worked for him though, he knows God just doesn’t like to listen to him because Roy steps inside followed by Riza. Horror is etched on his face, there’s nowhere that Ed can escape to. Then he breathes out a sigh of relief, he didn’t think he’d ever be grateful to Truth for taking the Colonel’s eyesight but somehow he is. Grateful only for the moment that he thinks he’s saved, knowing that the lieutenant, at least, will not use this to haunt him.

Roy gawks at him, “Fullmetal?” is all he manages to get out before he starts wheezing at the sight in front of him. “Are you okay?”

Edward shoots daggers in his direction. He’d forgotten that Knox and Marcoh had used a philosopher’s stone to return said stolen eyesight. If he was going to suffer he’d at least do it with his pride intact. Whatever pride one can have after being caught in a tutu and princess hat by their superior officer… He grins terrifyingly at Elicia, almost ordering her, “Keep painting.” She complies happily, dipping her paintbrush in another equally as disgusting bright colour.

Roy quails slightly at the look levelled in his direction, never before has the pipsqueak managed to intimidate him. Yet sitting playing with a young girl, dressed up as a princess and covered in face paint, Ed is suddenly the scariest person he knows. Gracia breaks up the staring match between the two, ushering Roy and Riza to sit.

“They ate all of lunch, but you’re welcome to stay for a while.” Gracia tells them. Tiredness and happiness for company both present in her voice as she wearily takes a seat on the three-seater sofa.

“Mommy? Can we watch a film?” She grabs an armful of videotapes from the cabinet as she asks.

“Of course honey, got any particular one in mind?”

At the table, Elicia lays a spread of children’s films in front of Al. Each one she enjoys, but she gives Al the choice. Al picks up one about a wizard and pats his knee, Elicia climbs up onto it, sitting contentedly on his lap, “You have great taste in films Elicia, this was my favourite one as a kid!”

Ed leaps up, practically vaulting to the two of them, “No way! You have Howl’s Moving Castle? I loved that film!”

Roy stands from where he sits beside Riza, striding over to them and taking the videotape from Al’s hand. He crouches in front of the television, fiddling with wires until the input is connected to the player. In the time it takes him to mess on and insert the film, Riza and Ed help Alphonse onto the sofa, setting him down next to Gracia. Elicia sprawls across both their laps, her head resting on the arm of the sofa in a half-sitting position and her feet across Al’s and Gracia’s thighs.

Ed makes himself comfortable next to his brother, enchanted as always by the first scene of the film. He thinks it captures the vibrancy of the world around them all too well, it’s what he loves about it. For all that the film captures his attention, he can’t help but notice the arm Roy tries to discreetly throw around Riza’s shoulders. It’s not discreet in the slightest, but Ed turns his head away to let him continue in his delusions. It’s not like Riza laying her head on his chest after a moment is a delusion, anyway.

Snoring sounds in his ear before the movie is even twenty minutes in, when he sees the source he can’t help but smile. Next to him, Gracia, Al and Elicia are all asleep. Al’s head leans against Gracia’s shoulder and she cuddles both her child and the child that she considers hers in her sleep. Ed exchanges a grin with Roy and Riza.

Roy thinks that the sentimental fool must have rubbed off on him because whilst Ed goes to find a blanket to keep the three warm, Roy finds himself searching for Maes’ old camera. He locates it atop a bookcase. By the time it’s turned on, Ed and Riza are posed behind the sofa, making faces at the sleeping figures. Roy finds the remote and pauses the film then sets the camera to a twenty second timer and carefully places it on the television. Positioning himself beside Edward, Roy sandwiches the kid between him and Riza for the photo.

The camera flashes and snaps, it takes a lot of effort not to blink at the bright light, but when the polaroid prints off the picture it comes out well. Once the ink dries, Ed takes the photo and puts it in his pocket. He thinks that he can show it to Al later and then Winry when he sees her. But they don’t stop at one photo because Roy insists that they take more than one so that there’ll be a picture for everyone.

Roy’s favourite, of course, is the one where him and Riza ruffle Ed’s hair and he glares up at him angrily in the picture. He tucks it away and they resume watching the film. Over its noise they can’t hear the robin tapping at the window, trying to alert them to someone’s presence.

Maes Hughes pats the robin gently, “It’s okay little bird, you tried. It’s not like they’ll ever be able to know I’m here.” He sits on the floor in front of his wife and watches the film with them. Even if they can’t sense his company or what his little robin friend tries to tell them, he still feels content because almost all his family is here. And they’re all happier than he ever could have hoped for.

Just like always, he thinks, he’ll linger a little longer and continue to watch over the people who held him close; the people that he holds close. He hopes this snapshot lasts forever, that the freeze frame never plays.

I censored the name cause I don’t really want to get involved personally in any of the drama or inadvertently direct other people to give them a harder time than they’re already getting.

I will say though that from what I’ve seen, that person seems to just be a young artist taking a lot of heavy inspiration from the artists they look up to on here, and I don’t think they should be getting bullied for that or told to completely give up drawing?? I don’t think anyone should hear that regardless of the situation. As young artist it’s a normal thing to mimic other people’s work to learn - no, that doesn’t include just straight up plagiarizing somebody elses work, but as far as I can see the stuff that they’re copying is mostly taking drawings as reference which are also credited.

This fandom can have a lot of pretty nasty anons (not you, I do appreciate being informed if someone is potentially plagiarizing my work) that I try to disconnect from my love of the show… I don’t think people should be encouraged to steal other’s work, but if a kid looks at a few drawings for reference I think it’s going a little far to tell them they’re crap and to give up drawing forever? That’s just my opinion anyway… I don’t like seeing people get bullied, especially if it’s on my account


Work in Progress! :D I. Love. This. Event.
Here we go… My new gardienne Hiran She needs a girlfriend by the way q-q My poor gay baby… Has anyone a gardienne to offer? :’D I’ll probably draw them together every once in a while ^-^
**Edit** Aaaand Hiran has a girlfriend now ;u; About Hiran:
She’s a princess, she’s half deer, she is rather shy at first but when she likes someone she will stay with them forever and she is blind since she was born, that’s why she keeps her eyes closed most of the time ^_^ 
Hope you like her >u

klance headcannon

imagine extremely sassy, extremely rich, fem Lance walking through a mall.

He has assistants and everything.

Now let me set the scene for you:

One Saturday afternoon Lance goes to the mall with his best friend Allura so they can go shopping and spend a shit ton of money. They obviously bring Coran (Allura’s assistant) and Hunk (Lance’s assistant) along.

“Coran I said go get us fucking lattes like yesterday” Lance demands.

“Lance that wasn’t very polite” Coran says.

Lance sighs, “Coran can you please go get us lattes?” he asks annoyed.

“Right away Lance” Coran says, walking away.

Alurra giggling in the background

Keith, Pidge, and Shiro work at Hot Topic.

Keith just finished his shift. He says his goodbyes to his friends and walks out of the store.

Just as he leave hot topic he sees Lance and Allura walk by and his jaw






Lance is fucking hot and Keith has no idea what to do.

this would be a highschool au. Hunk’s place in his isn’t my favorite but I couldn’t think of anything else so…

this whole thing is inspired by

Oh No! - Marina and the Diamonds

if someone could make this into a comic I would love them forever.

in case you want to draw this, outfit guidlines for Keith Lance and Allura

For Keith’s I just imagine he has those piercings and maybe instead of a tøp shirt and mcr shirt.

idk just suggestions

Angsty blurb! Okay, so, in this particular A/B/O universe, male omegas used to have to dress the same as female omegas (if someone draws Debutante Tony in a beautiful ballgown I will love them forever). The world eventually progressed and they were ‘allowed’ to wear ‘male’ clothes. Some male omegas still enjoy those things though–like lingerie and high heels and sometimes even skirts/dresses. Tony owns lots of nice lingerie. He also owns some heels but he won’t tell Bucky and Steve that because they already tease him about his lifts. (Okay, he’ll probably tell them about the heels eventually, but they’ll have to promise to stop teasing him about his lifts to get him to wear the heels in front of them.)

Tony turned to flash him a smile before he went to go stand in front of the mirror. He did look pretty sexy, and the blue peeking out from under the babydoll was almost flirtatious. He took a moment to just admire himself before his eyes caught on the mark on his chest, the patch of discolored scar tissue where the reactor had once sat. He lifted his hands to cover it unconsciously.

“Oh, honey, no,” Bucky said when he noticed, hurrying to his feet and hustling over to wrap his arms around him. “You are so beautiful, doll. Don’t be ashamed.” 

Tony flushed, embarrassed, but couldn’t bring himself to pull his hands back down to his sides. “I know it’s ugly. You don’t have to lie. I wish you’d both seen me before—before—” 

“Shhh,” Steve insisted, carefully taking the omega’s hands in his own and pulling them from his chest. “Sweetheart, we love you just the way you are. You’re so beautiful and strong—you’re a survivor. What could be sexier than someone who’s proved they’ll fight tooth and nail for their life, huh?” 

Bucky slid his metal hand up to cover the scar. “’sides, what’s that you said about the scar tissue on my shoulder? ‘s proof of life. Honey, the reactor was hurting you.” 

“Sometimes I think I’d rather be in pain than have to look at this,” Tony admitted quietly, so soft that if they hadn’t had the serum they probably wouldn’t have heard it. “I wish I wasn’t so stupid. But no, I had to get riddled with shrapnel before I could pull my head out of my ass and see what was happening right in front of me.” 

Steve and Bucky looked at each other, frowning, before the brunet carefully eased the omega around to press his back to the blond’s chest. Steve wrapped his arms around Tony and buried his face in his hair. 

“Honey,” Bucky said, voice soft. “This isn’t a mark of stupidity. This is a mark of trust. You trusted Stane. It’s not your fault that you trusted him. He was manipulating you. This scar on your chest? It isn’t your fault at all.” 

“I was complacent,” Tony began. 

“You were betrayed,” Bucky cut in. “A man you trusted, who you said was more of a father figure than Howard ever was, arranged to have you assassinated so you wouldn’t find out he was dealing your weapons to terrorists under the table. That’s on him, not on you.” He leaned in to press a kiss to his lips before he could argue. “Kinda hypocritical,” he said after a moment. “You’re always telling me not to blame myself for what HYDRA did to me. Then you blame yourself for what someone else did to you.” 

“Don’t say it’s not the same,” Steve added before the omega could argue, voice somewhat muffled in his hair. “It is. In all the ways that matter.” 

Tony opened his mouth to disagree, then closed it. They sounded pretty sure of themselves. Maybe, just this once, he’d let himself believe them. At least for a little while.

Loki: Skadi, look at these trees! Look at this plant! Look at it aaallll!!

Skadi: Why did you drag me along…

Loki: Because you need to get out of the snow every once in a while and explore new places. Besides, the wildlife is incredible.

Skadi: Good, I need something to impale.


Skadi: ….*looks over his shoulder*

Loki: What?

Skadi: Look…*points to a ball of blue light under a bush*

Loki: Oooh! What’s this??

*A small fox made of energy walks out onto the path*

Fox: Hello, I’m Raiju.

Loki: Awwww!! *Scoops him up* Skadi it’s so cute, can we keep it??

Skadi: Loki, don’t go picking up–

Raiju: I like to sleep in people’s belly buttons!

Loki: So do I– wait, what??

Raiju: Then I burst out of them! My favorite part is when all the soft things fall out and they make those twitchy movements from the volts of electricity frying their insides!

Loki: ……*sets Raiju down and slowly backs away* Okay Skadi, grab your stuff. That’s enough Japan for today.

anonymous asked:

Dear Inkpen, Is it okay to Draw so(all)me of your Voltron HCs? Could i also stuff stuff to it? Im kinda shy but I'll definitely send links to you -duckAnon

Anytime someone draws something for me i pull out a little notebook from under my bed and add their name to my “people i would take a bullet for” list. You can absolutely draw stuff based on my headcanons, i hoard all of the drawings I get like a shitpost-loving dragon and cry over them frequently.

Word Prompts // Hope
  1. “Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.”
  2. “You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.
  3. “I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art – write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can.”
  4. “You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I’ve ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, everyday we are together is the greatest day of my life.”
  5. “I hope she’ll be a fool – that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”
  6. “That’s what I’d hoped to give you forever”
  7. “I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.”
  8. “I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes…you’re Doing Something.”
  9. “They say a person needs just three things to be truly happy in this world: someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for.”
  10. “It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.”
  11. “And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”
  12. “She wasn’t bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time. ”
  13. Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering ‘it will be happier’…”
  14. “You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.”
  15. “The very least you can do in your life is figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof.”
  16. “Many people lose the small joys in the hope for the big happiness.”
  17. “I hope the people who wrote those songs are happy. I hope they feel it’s enough.”
  18. “I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.”
  19. “Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily.”
  20. “When you have lost hope, you have lost everything. And when you think all is lost, when all is dire and bleak, there is always hope.
  21. “When you have lost hope, you have lost everything.”
  22. “I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.”
  23. “Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there’s no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.”
  24. “Hope can be a powerful force.”
  25. “I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love.”
  26. “I hope you’re pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed - or worse, expelled. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to bed.”
  27. “Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space.”
  28. “I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.”
  29. “I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.”
  30. “I suspect the most we can hope for, and it’s no small hope, is that we never give up, that we never stop giving ourselves permission to try to love and receive love.”
  31. “No matter what sort of difficulties, how painful experience is, if we lose our hope, that’s our real disaster.”
  32. “Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.”
  33. “The best way to not feel hopeless is to get up and do something.”
  34. “If you go out and make some good things happen, you will fill the world with hope, you will fill yourself with hope.
  35. “All human wisdom is contained in these two words - Wait and Hope
  36. Hope is a good breakfast, but it is a bad supper.”
  37. “Wishes are false. Hope is true. Hope makes its own magic.”
  38. “How slow life is, how violent hope is.” 
  39. “We dance for hopes.
  40. “I hope you find someone you can’t live without.I really do. And I hope you never have to know what it’s like to have to try and live without them.”
  41. “I hope you find someone you can’t live without.I really do.”
  42. “Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.
  43. “Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.”
  44. “When I am dead, I hope it may be said: "His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.”
  45. “When you’re dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something.”
  46. “The road that is built in hope is more pleasant to the traveler than the road built in despair, even though they both lead to the same destination.”
  47. “I had a boyfriend who told me I’d never succeed, never be nominated for a Grammy, never have a hit song, and that he hoped I’d fail.”
  48. “We can gain experience from the past, but we can’t relive it; and we can hope for the future, but we don’t know if there is one.” 
  49. “We need never be hopeless because we can never be irreperably broken.”
  50. “Remember, Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.”
  51. “One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.”
  52. “My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return.”
  53. “In real life, love has to be possible. Even if it is not returned right away, love can only survive when the hope exists that you will be able to win over the person you desire.”
  54. “My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
  55. “The suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.”
  56. “We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.
  57. “We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.”
  58. “Where there’s life there’s hope.
  59. “But I love you enough to hope that you will not care that I am being selfish in trying to make the rest of my life - whatever length - happy, by spending it with you.
  60. "I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider.”

Post reveal. Chat hurts himself(broken leg or sprained ankle) while fighting an akuma. But less badass than that, he actually slipped AFTER the fight because it’s december and there’s ice on the ground. Marinette sneaks in his room as Ladybug to check up on him(and also make sure he doesn’t trip on anything else), and when she starts to move towards the window to leave Adrien starts singing Baby it’s cold outside (because he’s kind of high on meds, and a huge christmas nerd). Marinette shakes her head but proceeds to do the whole song with him, and presses a kiss on his forehead before leaving.


I made an oc a few years back. I just wanted Mafuyu to have the girlfriend she wants….! Someone that tells her how cute she is!!
And I also never shipped her with anyone. Don’t get me wrong, I love all the characters, I just prefer them all to be friendly and silly forever!
Anyways, I gave up on writing the fanfic because I’m a lazy shit, but drawing them is pretty fun.