more time with the family

‘Blind Luck’

um hi I really like the oil paintings Carl Barks did so I thought hey!!! lets??? spend too much time on this monstrosity???? (also that’s Fortuna on the left and Lady Luck on the right ‘cause eyyyy myths)

ephemereon  asked:

inquisitor drawing meme ! 9,11 and 16 please ? :)

Ahh, thanks so much! :D

I tried to do these fast and somewhat nice, but I kinda failed at both :’D *isn’t happy at all at how they turned out*

 Still need to figure out a drawing style that’s fast but looks alright. Anyway though: I did 9 and 11 but left out 16, because Tamlen’s Halamshiral outfit is the red uniform from in game (and I like it xD). He does have a different uniform in Trespasser later in my headcanon, but I want to do something proper for that later and actually properly develop the details ^^’ Sorry!

But here’s 9 and 11: him as a 6 year old and his parents, Velya and Ferian ^^

(I never seem to get Velya right :’D She doesn’t really look like herself here. I like this version where I drew her and Ferian better)

Prince Aladdin

i just rewatched aladdin with the roommates and it got me thinking

aladdin wishes to be made a prince, but all genie does is get him a lot of stuff and money. that’s not what a prince is. a prince is the son of the king, someone in line for the throne. someone with a lot of money is just - rich. so what i think is:

genie goes okay, that’s a big one - and i can do it! but not on my own, not if you want to do it right. not if you truly want a chance to marry your princess for real, as a prince. and aladdin is a foolish, moral, kind boy - and he agrees. he’s fallen in love with jasmine, an innocent all encompassing love, and he’ll do anything for this sweet, clever girl he only knew for a few hours. so genie takes him across the desert, far from agrabah, and plops right in the middle of a skirmish and is like okay, good luck! and aladdin is like ?????

but there’s assholes with swords attacking a young girl, and aladdin doesn’t even have to think about that, just like when he stood in front of the whip for those little kids. there are three men against him, but he’s fast and clever and has been against a dozen trained palace guards. so it’s not easy to get out of there alive, especially with the little girl to protect, but he manages it with only a thin slice on his upper arm, and he’s endured worse for less. so he picks up the little girl and says “i think we should get out of here, hmm?” and she’s in a pretty red silk getup with tiny jewels encrusted on her like stars against sunset. and she nods and throws her arms around his neck. she won’t talk, only points in the direction of home, but aladdin’s okay with that, he’s used to quiet, scared kids. so he keeps up a steady stream of stories of agrabah, which seems almost like this other desert land. but there are more men with swords and aladdin is like what the fuck is going on, but he hides the girl in a corner and fights them too. and that’s how it goes all the way home. there’s no one on the streets really, and they all scatter when the men attack, and they keep on attacking, he fights his way all the way through the city with the girl on his hip or hidden away.

and he should have known, of course, but he was tired and bruised and bleeding by the time he realized the little girl is silently guiding him to the palace and he’s like why can’t you princesses stay inside??? but he walks up and the guards get one look at the child in his arms and whisk him through and multiple people try to take the girl away but she won’t budge from him, a stubborn pout to her lips as her hands remained locked behind his neck. and he’s finally tossed into a throne room where a tall old man is sitting in agony and two young men pace in front of him, each at least a decade older than aladdin. “they’ve taken our sister!” one of the younger men hiss, “i don’t care about their power or their connections, they’ve taken esfir, and we must go get her!”

“uh,” he clears his throat, “hi?”

and all three men whirl on him and the old man stumble-runs to him. esfir finally lets go of aladdin to picked up and twirled around by her father. the two men are rahim and shapur and they look in wonder at this dirty boy of fifteen who’s returned the girl to them, and he speaks with an accent and clearly is not from here and they get the story from him - he’s traveled across the desert because those in his own country want him dead. “you know,” rahim says as the king clutches at esfir in desperate relief, “you could have held her for ransom. you almost died saving her, and we would have paid handsomely to have her returned safely.”

and aladdin gives him a flat disapproving look, appearing in this moment four times his age, and says “people are not objects or bargaining chips. especially not lost little girls.” and rahim and shapur share an impressed conspiring look and they each grab one of his arms and lead him away. “hey! what are you -”

“do be quiet little brother,” shapur says cheerfully, “we really have to get you out of your rags.”

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[ stranger things ; 1.08 “chapter eight: the upside down” ] 

OKAY BUT LISTEN WHAT IF GRAVITY FALLS HAD JUSTBEEN ABOUT A FAMILY WHO WENT ON SUMMER FUN TIMES AND JUST ?? i would watch forty episodes of the Pines going to the pool tbh

Speaking from experience, I can tell you that Jack Zimmermann, who grew up chubby and awkward and strange-looking, will now sometimes catch a glimpse of his reflection and not recognize himself. And in those little jarring moments he’ll see his dad, not how he is now, but how he looked when Jack was still growing up.

i think one of the reasons that i like cal so much is that he has ambitions and goals and dreams outside of mare

“Go on, Gabriela, tell Tou-san your new word,” Jesse encourages the second Hanzo walks in the door. Their daughter rushes up to Hanzo and he crouches down to catch her.

“Howdy!” she greets.

“Why hello,” Hanzo replies.

“Howdy!” she says again, obviously pleased. McCree is too, judging from his grin.

“Very well done, little one,” Hanzo congratulates her. They were both enthusiastically supportive of their daughter but Hanzo was determined to never let her think that her efforts were ever lacking. He was never going to make her feel like he had growing up, desperate to prove his worth in everything he did.

“Ain’t she something,” Jesse says, coming close to kiss his husband. Between them, Gabriela continues to happily babble to herself, repeating her new word over and over.

“I do hope you did something other than speak this single word to her today,” Hanzo comments drily.

“Course I did, didn’t I, honeylamb?”

“Howdy!” Gabriela squeaks back. Jesse falters under Hanzo’s unimpressed look.

“C’mon, Gabriela, you learnt another word today, didn’t’cha?”

“Howdy! Howdy, howdy, howdy,” she babbles again, reaching up to poke at Hanzo’s piercings. Hanzo cannot help but throw his head back and laugh.

“Aww, babycakes, you’re making your Pa look real bad,” Jesse whines, but he’s smiling too.

“If she ends up calling her dragon Howdy because that’s her favourite word now, it is entirely your fault,” Hanzo warns.

Jesse grimaces. “That’s probably fair.”

anonymous asked:

Okay I absolutely LOVE the idea of Ron and Hermione's fathers being pen pals and sharing bits of their worlds back and forth,do you have any more head cannons about them?Cause I've decided that this is the best thing ever and the possibilities are endless!

THANK YOU I love it a lot too <3 When I wrote that letter from Daniel Granger to Arthur Weasley, I created a friendship for them in my head that went deeper than just “our kids are friends, please tell me how a lightbulb works.”

The two meet in Diagon Alley the summer of Sirius Black’s escape, and immediately hit it off. Daniel and his wife, Emily, had been planning to drop Hermione off and head home again, but after meeting Arthur, Daniel knew that he couldn’t pass up the friendship that would offer such a wealth of information about the world they send their tight-lipped daughter off into every year. He’s read all the books, of course, all Hermione’s coursebooks and a few others besides, but Arthur gives a human face (and such a friendly, loving, knowledgeable one) to the world. 

Daniel likes the Weasley kids, too, particularly Ron and Ginny. They’re funny and much more open than his own daughter - he wishes he could be as at ease with Hermione as Arthur is with them. He and Emily were older when Hermione was born, after a few years of trying, and they’re quiet and reserved and nothing like the bundle of intensity who has his eyes and his wife’s hair and nothing of their timidity. 

After those weeks that summer, they keep up a steady stream of letters. Sometimes they’re just back-and-forthing about their respective worlds, but other times their conversations are deeper - father-to-father type musings that help each of them understand their kids better. 

During Ron and Hermione’s sixth year, both fathers are left wondering when their children are finally going to admit their love for one another. 

When Hermione wipes her parents’ memories, Arthur’s first instinct is to recoil, to hate her for what she’s done to her parents. Molly, though, sighs and asks him if he’d really rather be in the middle of this war watching his children risk their lives daily, than live in ignorance somewhere far away from the fighting. He’s forced to admit that it’s possible she’d made the right choice to keep them safe. He knows it’s unfair to grieve someone still alive, but having someone to discuss the war with would make it so much easier when he’s terrified for his kids. 

When he overhears a Death Eater at work listing off houses he’s planning to “search,” that afternoon, Arthur leaves work immediately after hearing the name Granger. The snarl rings in his ears as he lets himself into the home of two dentists and a missing daughter using Alohamora as though Hermione hadn’t anticipated her childhood home to need any more protection than a deadbolt. He takes what he thinks Daniel and Emily will miss the most, arriving home at the Burrow before his usual hour, carrying a sack of photo albums and nearly in tears. 

On days when the ghoul in the attic is too loud to hear Potterwatch properly, and he imagines his youngest son dead in all sorts of horrific ways, too many unknown factors to even give the unmarked grave a location in his imagination, he vows that even if Hermione doesn’t make it through the war, his first stop at the conclusion of the darkest hour the wizarding world has seen will be Australia. 

Luckily, he never has to go. Beautiful, brilliant Hermione makes her triumphant return (and Ron’s alive thank fucking Merlin, Arthur’s never letting him out of his sight again) and Arthur knows that person going after Daniel will be the one person he wants to see more than anybody. 

Because Daniel is, first and foremost, a father. 

Now that I’m finally out of my month(s)-long art slump, here’s a very belated piece of my favorite character from Sun/Moon, Lillie! Talk about a character that grows on you! She kind of irritated me when I first started playing the game, as I don’t really care for the whole *helpless damsel* trope, but ugh she’s so well-developed and wonderful I can’t even