love this kinda a lot

doodled a human orisa idea and efi as a lil’ warmup!! i know this is gonna be a popular thing to draw but i wanted to give it my shot!


doods done between finals: zelda edition


Here’s my take on Dante and Ari, when they first met, and then, as they slowly grew into young men.

Yuuri’s costumes from my Viktuuri time travel fic <3 

Trying to keep elements of the canon costumes while also changing things up is hard OTL, but this was generally what I had in mind :0

okay but considering that like all the bmc ppl are super chill and approving abt everything, how much do you wanna bet that they’d actually add a pride-patch to michael’s jacket if they did a revival?

I tried! 

dghda review: this show has no rewatch value

me: *on my fifth rewatch in a week, hasn’t slept in over 24 hours, crying over any hint of foreshadowing, writing huge blocks of text on character development, making excuses so i can stay in and watch it again* u right

Roommate! Jimin

Originally posted by jiyoongis

- you moved to Seoul for college and got blessed with an apartment with an extra room but it was proving to be hard to pay the rent with your part-time job at the ramen shop down the street and also trying to study to be a marine biologist so you decided that you needed a roommate

- you put out an ad in the newspaper and started getting calls so you interviewed a couple of people and ultimately chose Jimin as your roommate

-he went to your school and seemed like a generally sweet and responsible person so you gave him your spare room in exchange for his half of the rent and a promise to clean up after himself

-Jimin was majoring in dance and was almost always in baggy shorts, a sleeveless t-shirt, and a snapback but ur here for that aesthetic

- he was the most considerate roomie you had ever had, he would cook for you, let you take showers first, and always picked up after himself and you were really grateful that you chose him

- he managed to get a job at the cafe across from your work as a barista and he would always come home smelling like coffee and pastries

- you quickly learned that he loved to sing and he would sing anytime and anywhere, you would hear him singing in the shower, while doing the dishes, while cooking, and you didn’t mind because he has a very nice voice and you support him

- he would always have Taehyung or Jungkook over but he would try to keep them away from you because he knew that his friends were kinda crazy

- jimin and you grew pretty close because you both would try to eat meals together if you were free or you would always have nights where you would watch the latest drama on tv together in ur pjs and cute domestic stuff like that

- you generally weren’t a very touchy person and would hate when you were cuddled or hugged by someone else but you made an exception for jimin because he is just so nice and soft and you can’t get annoyed when he always is touching your arm when you talk or cuddling you while you watch tv together

-sometimes when you were sad he would have you cuddle with him and he would sing softly in your ear to comfort you because he doesn’t like seeing you sad and he understands how hard life can be sometimes and really he wants to protect you from it

-he would come back from school still kinda practicing his dance moves and he would try to get you to join him because your sitting on the couch working on marine biology homework while he’s trying to waltz by himself acting all pouty but ur like “jimin I’m sorry but I’ve gotta finish my homework because this is due at midnight and it’s 11:20!!!” and he’s like “but y/n,, this is MY homework and it needs to be perfect” and pouts until you finally finish then he jumps up and you two are clumsily waltzing at midnight to no music in celebration of you finishing ur hw but then you realize “jimin I thought you trained in modern dance,,, not classical why are we waltzing??” And he’s like “omg I forgot?? This is the wrong dance??? Oh! NOO!”

-somehow despite jimin you actually become friends with taehyung because he is a zoology major and you would see each other in ur regular biology class so y'all start sitting next to each other and just generally hanging out but you didn’t think that jimin would care until one day that he comes home and is like “HEARD YOU WERE HANGING OUT WITH TAEHYUNG YESTERDAY” “NO JIMIN ITS NOT WHAT YOU THINK!!” *jimin pulls out a watergun* “I WONT HESITATE BITCH” then he proceeds to shoot you with a water gun because he feels completely and utterly betrayed rip poor boy

-after that you would start to have his friends over a bit more because he knew that you were comfortable around them and he encouraged you to start bringing your friends over

-you have like three really close friends then you really just had people that you were friendly with but they started to come over and hang out with you and jimin but sometimes you both would have days that you just wanted to hang out with each other so on those days you’d make dinner together or order takeout and just talk about stuff together like what your likes and dislikes are and how work and school is going for the both of you and somehow that leads to cuddling on the couch at 3am talking about your entire childhood until you fall asleep like that and wake up like noon the next day in each other’s arms and now you know each other a lot more

- he would try to go to your work when he knew that you had had a long day and try to cheer you up by picking you up a coffee from the cafe that he works at across from your work and honestly when you’d been up since 6am to go to a biology class and had to work from 4-10pm he was a gift from god himself

-he’d walk into your work and shyly make sure that you weren’t busy and if you were he’d just wait patiently near the front of the shop watching you serve ramen to random customers until you could have a free moment for him to pinch your cheeks and give you your cappuccino to cheer you up, but if he saw that you weren’t going to be free any time soon he would give your coffee to the ajjumah that was your boss and ask her to give it to you for him

-later when your boss gives you your coffee she compliments you on choosing such a fine man to have as your boyfriend because “nno it’s not like that oh my g-” “honey let me tell you I’ve been alive longer than you and I’d think I’d be able to tell two kids in love” then you just choke on your spit oh no

-you two basically act like a married couple who have never kissed and like you love each other but ur both like “it’s just best friend love?? Omg no” but like everybody knows that it’s not

-so like at one point you both get really drunk because midterm exams are finally over and you both are mentally and physically exhausted so you decided to stay in and get drunk and you’re and existential drunk and he’s a cuddly drunk so you’re basically crying about how little you are in comparison to the universe while jimin is attached to you like a koala and like you’re really upset with how much you don’t matter and crying in jimins chest and jimin is two inches from ur face like “shh I know that you don’t matter to the universe you you matter so much to me and ur my entire world so that’s that stop bein sad okay!!”

-then you just kinda fall asleep with ur face in jimins neck laying on the floor because you both are hot messes when you get drunk and you wake up the next day with a killer headache, feeling like you had someone sitting on your chest, and when you open ur eyes you just see jimins hair and you feel that he is quite literally wrapped around you and you really can’t do anything about it and you would normally be very annoyed at the situation but there’s something cute about the way that he’s latched on you and you can hear his soft snoring and feel him breathing against your collarbones and it’s all so soft that it’s a lot to take in so you close your eyes again and try to fall back asleep

-but now your hearts beating too fast and your face is red and you feel him start to wake up because he starts to lift himself off of you but you get really cold so you pull him back down so you would continue to have his body heat and he giggles a little and nuzzles into your neck and then he lifts his head up to meet yours at the same time that you do and you “accidentally” kiss but honestly it feels as natural as breathing because you both are already so comfortable with each other but you do kinda regret the circumstances later because it’s such a wild story to explain to your friends about how you two finally had your first kiss

-you two start going out as an official couple and all of your friends are not surprised at all and you have him move into your room because you like to sleep in the same bed together but now you have an extra room so your friends start fighting over who gets to be the new roommate

-you and jimin take pity on taehyung and choose him because he was living in a 3 bedroom apartment with 6 other boys and he offered you his firstborn for the room

A/n: I got the inspiration for this after watching jimin in the Beautiful dance practice video because honestly what a look I’m shaking bc like I love Jimin so much?? Also here’s a link to my masterlist so you can check out my other little scenarios!!


I think everyone can agree that we need a little more laughter today. Surprisingly drawing happy people made me a little happier💕💖

Okay but imagine what DA2 could maybe have done with the clinic if there had been more time and resources to flesh out all parts of the game more?

  • More ambient dialogue where the people are actually supportive of and thankful for their Healer, and that tell you about what sort of patients Anders has
  • a collection box maybe where Hawke could plonk herbs or a little money, potions, or whatever. Something to help running the clinic, or to distribute to the people of Darktown. Maybe the box is something that Anders hasn’t actually put there on purpose because who in Darktown has anything to give but Hawke just keeps leaving stuff in it and eventually Anders remarks on it, or maybe the clinic could get some little visual upgrades if you donate enough? Nothing mandatory you know, but just maybe a good place to throw like thrown trousers for bandage material or something instead of selling them for some copper pieces. xD
  • maybe a patient or two with a quest? Some patient that a healer mage Hawke could heal when Anders is busy with some other patient, or something else for rogue and warrior Hawkes? Bandaging the wound instead? idk something small and nice that’d let you help a little bit. ;u;
  • or maybe a scene where Anders asks your help with something there? Holding a patient’s hand or helping to keep them steady or whatever, I don’t even care. LET ME HELP ANDERS.
  • stuff you could interact with to see and hear Hawke comment on what’s there (like you can at Gamlen’s, and at the manor later) and what Anders’ life is at the clinic - DOES he leave his socks under the bed there as well? What’s on the desk? I WANNA KNOW. (tbh everyone’s home base would so benefit from this). Some of these things could change in each act to SHOW what’s going on in their lives!
  • idk guys I’m just saying that that place could feel really alive and cool instead of a big mostly empty room. ;u;<3 (Also the Alienage? could have had something cool to do as well.)

I.. I don’t even know if i should could translate this :D

He just kinda swears in Russian (meaning something like “Well that’s just great”, “What am i going to do with you now?”)

Kitchen Table

You’re drunk and horny and Harry just wants to get home before you get it on but you need it now

The bar was loud; you were pretty sure it was louder now than what it was when you first got there. Or maybe it was just the alcohol making your head throb slightly and every sound seemed intensified. Although this sound sensitivity was applicable to the music playing, it also affected how easily you heard Harry’s small groans in your ear as you danced. Your ass was pressed harshly against his front as you moved your hips, not caring that Harry was struggling to move his with the same, unsteady rhythm you were dancing to.

You weren’t plastered drunk, no, but the couple drinks built up your confidence just enough so that you could temporarily put aside your usually nagging insecurities. Instead, you felt less afraid to dance like this with Harry. Less afraid of telling him what you really want. This mix of being just drunk enough to really know what you’re doing and not stumbling all over the place, and being just tipsy enough to let your anxiety fade was a beautiful mix. And you had plans to make tonight as fun as you could.

The song changed, and Harry leaned in to put his lips by your ear and speak,

“Your rhythm is terrible.” He chuckled, and you spun around dramatically.

“My rhythm? No way! I’m a great dancer.” You laughed loudly, smiling up at him. He was quick to return the smile.

“Maybe you just think that ‘cause you’re drunk.” Harry was the designated driver, but he didn’t mind. Seeing you tipsy was always so entertaining to him.

“I’m not drunk.” You pouted, a little drunk.

“Yeah, sure babe. You’re completely sober.”

The smile on his face momentarily surprised you by how beautiful it was. Whenever you drank, he seemed that much more attractive, if that was even possible. You matched his smile and daringly ran your pointer finger down the expanse of his chest.

“Don’t make fun of me!” You demanded playfully as your finger now made its way to his hard abdomen. His eyes slightly widened as you kept the movement downward, and once your finger brushed against the button on his jeans his large hand moved to grab yours.

“We’re in public, pet.”

You could tell he was trying his best to maintain the playful mood from earlier, but the lust in his eyes was threatening to take over.

“I want you now, Harry.” You spoke as you looked up at him through your lashes and brought your bottom lip between your teeth. His eyes widened for a moment as he processed what you said. Instead of taking your request seriously, as you’d anticipated, he instead laughed loudly. It only caused you to pout more and yank your hand from his grip that he had on it.

“Is it funny to you that I want my boyfriend? Is it funny that all I want is for you to bend me over and fu-“

His hand quickly covered your mouth and you continued your filthy speech into his hand. His gaze was serious, and you smiled into his hand at the response you were finally getting. Now that your hand was free again, you wasted no time moving it to palm him through his jeans. It didn’t take long before the hand that wasn’t covering your mouth moved to roughly pull your hand from the crotch of his jeans.

“Stop it.” He ordered, and the tone of his voice made you quiver and press your thighs together. Tonight, all you wanted was this Harry. The Harry that told you what to do instead of asked. You gave him the best puppy dog eyes you could as his fiery green ones stared into yours harshly.

“We’re leaving.” He demanded, and removed his hand from your mouth to start to pull you through the crowd and outside. His hold on your hand was soft enough that you knew he was being careful not to hurt you, but hard enough that there was no way you could escape it had you wanted to. But you didn’t want to.

Once outside, his free hand ran through the curls on his head and he let out a deep breath. The parking lot wasn’t large, so it was easy to find the car.

He opened the door and pushed you in, buckling the seatbelt over you. You felt like you were getting punished for something, but it didn’t bother you. Instead, you giggled to yourself as he made his way to the driver’s side and got in. Before he started the car, he looked over at you and shook his head.

“Why do you have to do things like that when we’re out?” He questioned, although his stern demeanor from earlier was long gone. In its place was a smirk, an angelic smirk that put his dimples on full display. For the second time that night, you had to press your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure building inside you. He was just so perfect, that it blew your mind he was with you. Before you responded, you took your sweet time looking from his face down to his chest, clad in a plain black tee shirt, and down to the growing bulge in his jeans. Involuntarily, you bit your lip and slowly moved your eyes back up to his waiting gaze.

“It’s just ‘cause I want you inside me is all.” You tried to act innocent as you spoke, but you knew it failed miserably. Without responding, he started the car.

“Waaaiiitttt” you slurred, and he halted his actions to allow you to speak, “I need you now.” You finished, looking up at him hopefully. Unfortunately, he didn’t look to be interested in your offer.

“I’m not fucking you in the car in this shitty parking lot.” He grumbled, but the growing hardness in his jeans told you otherwise. He shifted the car into drive and began to drive from the parking lot as you frowned at him. You were certain he could sense the frown you were giving him as he drove.

“If you aren’t gonna touch me, maybe I’ll just get myself off.” You huffed loudly, hoping to get a reaction from him. Yet, he didn’t even look over when he responded.

“We’re like ten minutes from home, can’t you wait?”

The alcohol in your veins definitely was what allowed you to prop your right leg up on the dashboard. The dress you were wearing quickly rode up to your hips and left both of your legs bare, and your black lacy underwear on full display for both you and Harry.

His head turned to look at you, his gaze lingering a little longer on the panties you were wearing, before he moved his eyes back to the road.

“Don’t even think about it.” He spoke harshly, and you smiled to yourself. He finally was understanding just how bad you wanted him. The whole night, all you could think about was how good it would feel to have him bend you over the bar counter and pound into you until you couldn’t remember how to walk. The thought drove you to move your finger to the wetness between your legs.

Without bothering to move the fabric, your finger began to circle your clit in a motion similar to the way Harry normally does it. He didn’t realize you disobeyed his order until his wide eyes abruptly looked over to you. Your eyes were closed, but you knew he struggled to keep his eyes on the road. The quiet car was now filled with your breathy moans. You pressed harder into your clit and it elicited a drawn out whimper from your throat.

“Oh, Harry.” You breathed out his name loudly. By now, your hips were moving up to meet your fingers with each circle.

You opened your eyes to see his grip on the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were turning white. His jaw was clenched. Outside, you noticed you were no farther than a couple minutes from home. This is when you had to make it count.

Moving your panties aside just enough to press one finger into your throbbing heat, you began to repeat his name over and over with a string of curses connecting them.

“Stop it. Now.” He barked the order at you, and instead of continuing the prior rebellious attitude you had, you obeyed. Once your legs were back where they should be, he visibly relaxed.

“I’m dripping for you, Harry.” You turned to face him and run your finger across his forearm.

“Are you gonna take good care of me when we get home?”

He gulped loudly. Now, the driveway was only about a hundred yards away.

He didn’t answer as you pulled into the driveway. He took his time shutting the car off and getting out. You didn’t have time to think before he opened your door, unbuckled your seatbelt, and helped you out of the car. His wrapped his arm around your waist as he unlocked the door and walked you both inside. You stood in the hallway awkwardly, not sure what exactly to expect from him tonight. Normally, he would’ve fucked you by now, either up against the wall or in the bathroom stall at the bar. Instead, he kicked his boots off and went into the kitchen to fill up a glass with water from the faucet. You gulped, now nervous.

“A-are you mad at me? I’m sorry I d-“ you began to ramble, but the look on his face stopped your speech.

“You want to be bent over, huh?” He said it casually, almost as if you were talking about what your favorite color was. You coughed, not sure what to say to him now.

“Uhm, well yeah.”

The confidence from earlier was now wearing off, and you didn’t like it.

“You want me to bend you over and fuck you from behind, that it? Is that why you had to put on that little show in the car?”

You didn’t respond as he finished his water, put the glass in the sink, and walked over to stand in front of you. You nodded shyly.

His thumb and forefinger gripped your chin to force you to look up at him; his eyes were dark.

“Does my baby girl want me to fuck her so good that she’ll feel me for days?” He questioned, his tone softening ever so slightly. You took a deep breath and tried to muster some of the confidence from earlier.

“All night I’ve been thinking about how good your cock stretches me out.”

At that, his grip on your chin only tightened, and you would’ve flinched had you not been positively aching for him.

He didn’t answer but instead led the both of you into the dining room. The only light was from the hallway, and it barely illuminated the dark wood of the table.

“Bend over.”

Him saying it now, with the rasp in his voice he only got when he was ready to fuck you, made you let out a heavy breath. His words alone made your insides clench.

You were quick to do what he asked, and you bet at the hips to lay your stomach flat against the table. From this position, you couldn’t see what he was doing behind you. But the vulnerability of it all made you shiver in anticipation.

“Good girl.” He murmured, and moved to pull your dress up around your hips and pull your panties down your legs, letting them pool at your feet. You couldn’t help but squirm under his gaze.

“You weren’t lying. You’re actually dripping for me.” He spoke in awe, and he trailed his hands up the middle of your thighs to brush against the pooling wetness. He hadn’t even touched you, and you were already ready to explode. His large fingers now brushed against your folds and the soft touch was enough to make your knees buckle. It took a moment before you could straighten them again.

Now, his fingers began to run up and down your slit, not yet pressing into your clit or entering you. He was teasing. And even though he was hardly touching you, you were practically panting against the table beneath you. You squirmed and attempted to move your hips against his fingers.

At this, his thick finger pressed inside you. You let out a prolonged moan at the sensation, and your thighs began to tremble. His finger began to leisurely move in and out of you.

“Is this what you wanted, baby girl? Wanted my fingers knuckle deep in you? I can feel you clenching around me already.” His voice was incredibly husky, and you knew how much restraint it took him to not just pull out his cock and fuck you already. Instead, he wanted to tease you just like you teased him in the car.

His words made you clench harder around him and a loud “please, Harry” to escape from your lips. Your hands were now stretched above your head to grip onto the edge of the table to keep you from collapsing.

Without warning, his other hand moved to put pressure on your throbbing clit. You gasped loudly, back arching. The combination of his two hands moving in synch was too much for you and you immediately neared your orgasm. He was watching you closely, however, watching for the tell-tale signs you were about to come. Once your thighs began to shake and your grip on the edge of the table tightened, he suddenly stopped. At the loss of contact, you let out a guttural groan of disappointment.

“Shhh. Patience, baby girl.”

You heard the sound of fabric hitting the floor and the sound of a zipper. You didn’t dare look back at him, it was too risky that he would tease you again. Instead, you waited for him, and it wasn’t long before you felt his thickness pressing against your opening.

Without entering you, he moved his head up and down your slit, collecting your wetness on the tip.

“H-harry, I need you inside me.” You breathed out heavily, desperate.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and take all of me?”

You let a string of yes’s fall from your lips. That was all the answer he needed as he pressed into you. His cock stretched you out so much better than his finger, and the sensation made the muscles in your stomach flex.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He gasped. The new position allowed him to thrust deeply into you, reaching spots that made your vision blurry. His hips harshly rammed into yours as he gripped onto your hips to guide himself. You were certain you would be able to see his fingers on your flesh tomorrow due to the strength of his hold.

His pace only seemed to quicken, and you couldn’t hold back your whimpers for him. One of his hands moved to grip the hair at the back of your head and pull. You gasped at the uncomfortable position you were put in, but the overwhelming sensation of him throbbing inside of you occupied your senses instead.

“You take me so well, fuck.” He groaned loudly behind you. His words made you clench around him. His breathing sped up as a result. Although the position you were in was amazing, you couldn’t help but wish you could see his face. You knew his jaw would be clenched, and that little wrinkle would be prominent between his eyebrows.

As your climax edged closer, your moans got louder and louder with each thrust. When he moved a hand around your hips to press a rough finger against your clit, you pressed your thighs together and screamed his name. He pulled out so just his tip was inside you before pushing in again, seemingly deeper than before. He kept at this pace for a few more thrusts as you felt your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach.

“Be a good girl and come around my cock.” His voice was tense, and you could sense he was nearing his high as well.

With a final thrust of his hips, you finally came hard around him. Your eyes squeezed shut as you tensed around him, raising up on your tip toes as you rode out your high. His thick cock inside you was positively pulsating as your walls clenched around him and his fingers rubbed you through your climax, dragging the sensation on for an incredible amount of time. Above you, you heard a loud groan as he came inside you. It took a couple seconds before either of you were down from your high enough to move from the position you were in.

After he pulled out of you and helped you stand up straight, he yanked his boxers back up his legs. His jeans were at the floor with his shirt and your panties. Before he could so much as speak, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. The fire behind it was undeniable, and although it wasn’t meant to lead to anything, the real love behind it made you shiver. You really did love him so much.

The kiss deepened and it was cut off when you began to smile against his lips. He pulled back, a similar smile on his face.

“What?” He laughed, moving to push some stray hairs behind your ear.

In that moment, looking deep into his happy eyes, you had never been more content.

“I just love you is all.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause I fuck you good.” He laughed loudly and pressed a kiss against your nose. “But yeah, I love you too.”