it's a twins' thing

The thing that I disagree so much with people regarding Ciel twins
  • Our Ciel never be loved from his family

C’mon we have his own flashback of him having asthma and Madam Red taking care of his health while his mother and lizzy are concerned. 

There’s also a moment when his parent let him sleep together because he scared of the thunder. 

Vincent personally request to Diederich to help both twins anytime (So basically never he even forgotten about Our!Ciel safety and how he got the equal treatment, caring like he did toward Real!Ciel too). 

  • Real Ciel was quite evil toward Our!Ciel in the past 

You know when people said they hated twin cliche they thought of Real!Ciel not really care for Our!Ciel while this is so wrong I mean look they have a shared toys together to play. This image also implied that they used to play chess together. 

In the cult when both were being kidnapped, Real!Ciel assured Our!Ciel not to be scared because he’s here to protect him.

There’s also a foreshadowing where Arthur mentioned he is having little brother in the same age Our!Ciel when he got mentioned, Our!Ciel gave a sad smile because he probably also used to be cared so much by his twin brother. 

So regarding some people opinion, I may agree that the current real!ciel was no way kind like he used to be but I just hope people not disregard that Our!Ciel is no way get a bad treatment during his childhood until he is being kidnapped and prisoned in the cult. 


YOI Future!Verse ABO AU - the OC Kiddies Group Picture

Realized I hadn’t drawn any actual full color illustrations of them interacting so :’D


“Is Shura alright?? He’s starting to shake…” - Concerned Minami

“He’ll be fine! He’s a strong boy, he can hold ‘em. One more! Or ten, maybe twenty, hold still and LOOK THIS WAY!” - Giddy Phichit

“AHAHA Our kids are so adorable, they get along so well! Send the pics to me right away!” - Equally Giddy Victor

“Yuuji’s face is starting to turn green…is that alright…” - Concerned Yurio

“I hope so…” - Most Concerned Yuuri

(Your guess is as good as mine for their ages, the twins are 3 years older than Arisa who is 3 years older than Yuuji, but the twins look older bc of Russian genes and Arisa’s tiny and Yuuji’s even tinier…)


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

INTRO to how ABO works in this AU

A SUPER DETAILED world-building headcanons post on ABO+ in 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.

really underappreciated things: the way Sugilite crouches down to be as ‘at Steven’s level’ as possible and asks “Hey Steven, wanna see something cool?” in this very genuine and gentle (comparatively) way. Its such a lovely, big siblingy thing. Sugilite is very much a person who is unapologetically huge and loud but she makes herself as small and gentle as she can to talk to her little bro, and I reckon that’s the only person she’d bother doing that for (and Rose, probably)


IM BACK……. with doodles of Chlonath family? With Chlonath twins?? Yeah, its my first thing with this ship and i started from it because of discussion in discord chat lmao ( @powerdragonmoon you know, its your fault haha)

I liked the idea with two boys, but @twindoodle drew adorable thing with girls!

Yes, older Nath with beard, dont touch me, i love it 


Facing harsh realities.

A conversation of Stan’s memories being totally gone has been discussed a few times, no doubt.

(Please don’t tag as ship :T)


Shiro canonically being six and a quarter years old is the best news I’ve heard this entire year.

anonymous asked:

Have you ever considered doing more of the twin au? That's probably one of my favorite things.

felix suffers through his twin’s disgusting gooey romance

A couple of us were talking on our discord about the Miraculous characters as the Overwatch characters. We decided a couple of us would draw them, so of course I called dibs on Chloe as Mercy. 

I think the funniest thing about this matchup is Chloe would probably still try to be offense.

ashaesthetic  asked:

can u write something abt wearing grayson's clothes thank u

The lights hadn’t been on since you arrived yet the turn of the evening was easily signified by the quickly darkening room. None the less, your mind had no concept of the true time as you had been paying little attention to the television in front of you, let alone your surroundings. 

You’d began on the far end of the couch from Grayson, your sock clad toes periodically swiping across his own as you shifted among laughter and conversation. Somewhere in the middle of the evening, your body had migrated to the indention in the middle of the cushions, your feet digging into the plush carpet as you intently observed Ethan from where he sat in the middle of the rug. By the end of the night, you were tucked firmly underneath Grayson’s arm, your face pressed to his grey t-shirt as everything in your body fought against the looming presence of sleep.

A lull in the action on the screen was the only thing that drew you from your drowsiness, your eyebrows drawing together in confusion at the black on the screen. With a yawn, your fingers swept your phone from the pocket of your jeans simply to inspect the time. 

“Oh, it’s getting pretty late,” Your words drew Grayson out of his own state of blissful sleep. “I better head home…”

Sleepy brown eyes blinked open at you, a confused frown crossing his already parted lips. Instinctively, his grip grew tighter around your shoulders. “Why don’t you just stay here tonight?” His eyes had closed again as he uttered the inquiry, something that made you wonder how coherent he was.

“That’s okay, I’ll just head out,” You gently pushed against his arm as you tried again to stand, “I didn’t bring anything with me anyway.”

“Wait,” Grayson’s heavy arm slid to fit around your waist, easily keeping you in place. Thick eyelashes cast soft shadows across his cheeks as he craned his neck to pin a semi-serious look in your direction. “You can wear something of mine. C’mon, stay here. I’d feel a lot better if you weren’t out this late.”

“I live like two-”

His soft lips cut you off with a tender kiss. Lightly, he fit his forehead against yours as he suddenly seemed entirely more awake. “Stay here. Please?”

“Can you two like try to keep it down?” Ethan’s grumble sounded from the floor. He’d sprawled out across a blanket and a decorative pillow from the nearby armchair. “Trying to sleep here.”

Grayson’s gaze cut to his twin brother for a brief moment before he was rolling his eyes. Lightly, he hands drug down your forearms to loosely grip at your fingers. “C’mon, let’s go to bed.”

You sluggishly followed him off the couch, allowing him to lead you by hand down the hallway despite your keen familiarity with the entirety of their apartment. He didn’t bother with the bedroom light, instead relying on the soft gleam from outside as elicited by the curtains he never closed. Delicately, you perched to the end of his neatly made sheets as he padded with a purpose across the room.

Moments later, he was placing a hoodie and a pair of shorts into your lap. He ghosted a kiss across your forehead before straightening again. “You can take the bathroom first.”

You worked sluggishly, brushing your teeth with the toothbrush you’d stored in a bottom drawer of the vanity last time you’d stayed over unintentionally, combing through your hair with your fingers and a shrug. You happily peeled away your jeans and top, replacing them with the vastly different bits Grayson had provided you with. The comforting scent of laundry detergent mixed with the hint of his cologne seemed to drop heavier cinder blocks across your eyelids, something that aided in carrying your feet out of the bathroom and around to “your” side of the bed. 

Grayson had done the favor of pulling back the sheets and evening out the distribution of pillows. You tossed your discarded clothes into a semi neat pile underneath the window before slipping your legs underneath the cool sheets.

He made little racket as he returned to you, the only noises emitted being that of his shirt hitting the carpet and his knees sinking into the mattress. Soft brown eyes littered in the glint of the moonlight came back into your view as he settled in next to you, drawing the sheets up so they successfully covered both your shoulders.

“I sleep best when you’re here, you know,” Grayson snuck a hand in between your bodies to find your own. He happily laced your fingers together with a slight wrinkle of his nose. “You also look, uh, really hot in my clothes.”

A languid smile crossed your lips as your eyes trilled upward. “They’re quite comfortable. I might keep them.”

“Good, I want you to.”

The silence that over came the two of you easily became filled with muted yawns, soft sighs, and the ever growing struggle to keep your eyelids from drooping across your pupils. With one strong yawn, you pulled your hand from Grayson’s to cover your mouth. At the tail end, you mumbled, “M’tired, Gray.”

His heart was so full as he soaked in all that was going on in front of him. Here you were, in his apartment, in his room, in his bed, wearing his clothes, so desperately clinging to coherency just so that the iris of your eyes could continue to cloud over in absolute adoration for him each time you laughed or rolled your eyes. If it was any consolation to the erratic beat of his heart, he couldn’t imagine how lovesick he looked in that very moment.

Grayson tried hard not to jostle you as he slid both arms around your body, drawing you into his chest. He dropped a kiss to each of your closed eyelids, one to the bridge of your nose, and finally one to your hairline as he tucked his chin across the top of your head. 

“Me too. Let’s sleep, yeah?”

You cuddled closer, and in the moment that your hand fell contently against his collarbone, Grayson was sure he was going to have a heart attack from the overwhelming burst of fondness that surged against his already thumping heart. Incoherently, you mumbled something, yet the only thing he caught was the faint, “Love you.”

And in that moment, he was finally content too. He allowed the words to act as a calming tactic, drawing away the irregular beat of his heart in two syllables. Lightly, his own eyelids slid shut, drawing him finally into complete darkness. 

“And I love you…”