Brotherly Parody
first - Rus

fucking asshole
He loves his family but basically he is rude to them (especially honey)
This is why he is usually abused, but he almost doesn’t hear it.
His bros counting on him even if they think he is dud, because he has an ability to perform well anything.
like: alcohol, cigarettes, gambling
dislike: housework

…I like to draw assholes so much xD

  • Aries: big groups of friends, action films, sugary popcorn, creamy drinks, the scent of sweet caramel, the colour navy blue, play fighting, sleeping really late, taking risks, the company of best friends, the cutest expressions.
  • Taurus: peaceful train rides, repeating songs, dark captivating eyes, silky hair, the taste of newly opened soda, smiling at strangers, daydreaming, grey scale with bright colours, high fiving friends.
  • Gemini: the feel of fresh paper, the taste and scent of dark chocolate, sarcastic replies, expressive eyes, bright emotions, gentle touches, kisses on the hand, warm scarves, fingerless gloves.
  • Cancer: soft sweaters, the scent of coffee, smooth clean hair, pale skin, vanilla, pattens in the stars, beautiful silence, holding hands, gorgeous eyes, cuddling, golden light, evening time, a good book, the colours brown and red.
  • Leo: warm sunlight, the feel of sand on your feet, the colours yellow and blue, cloudless skies, shining smiles, loose ponytails, freedom, ice cream on a hot day, playing childish games with friends.
  • Virgo: prolonged eye contact, comforting whispers, soft cheek kisses, quiet music, late night talking, warm blankets, the scent of a new book, shy smiles, rain against a window, steely grey sky, heavy rain clouds, blue jeans.
  • Libra: cups of steaming tea, fluffy hair, sweet licorice, big heavy hoodies, sci-fi novels and series, silly faces, dark lighting, the colour silver, messy beds, sleeping through alarms, the scent of s fresh morning.
  • Scorpio: little inside jokes, hugs with friends, kisses on the neck, hues of green, dew-sprinkled grass, playful nudges, cheesy selfies, carving into trees, the scent of a forest.
  • Sagittarius: the flicker of street lights at night, the gentle hum of cars in the distance, long and warm laughter, shorts and loose clothing, the cool midnight air, adrenaline rushes, short giggles, linking arms.
  • Capricorn: the scent of fresh fruit, neon colours, bright sunrises, singing slow songs, tracing patterns out of clouds, sweet ice popsicles, fuzzy socks, accidental hand touches, a glass of refreshing fruit juice.
  • Aquarius: clean pillows, hair in buns, a sip of fresh water on a warm day, amazing friendships, first crushes, the scent of coconut, showering in the morning, modern design.
  • Pisces: running with the wind on your face, perfect grins, seashells, drawing on rocks with chalk, painting in to wet sand, bright hair, soft sea foam, pastel colours, little secret gifts, surprise tickles.

anonymous asked:

hey, I really like the chibi!deku&dad might comic you did, but could you explain the premise, if you have one formed? because I'm really curious about how they met and how old deku is since all might didn't get injured too long ago from the start of the series

The premise is something like this:

Toshinori has been released from the hospital.

Recovery girl had been the one to handle most of his procedure, patching up his battered body as best she could while keeping an eye on his vitals. Apparently, his most recent battle has left him with a permanent handicap on his strength and a life cut short.

He has been released from the hospital and escaped the clutches of death, but at a dire price.

“Thankfully,” she had said, frowning down at her clipboard, “there are only a few people who were alerted of this setback, and they can be trusted to keep the secret. As far as the general public goes, All Might simply encountered another villain in his daily life and dealt with the situation accordingly.”

He knows that he is fortunate. He knows that he has saved the world from a horrifying villain and come out of it alive.

But still, something a little like inadequacy and disappointment settles in his stomach. Pride at finally having resolved the conflict between the holders of One for All and that man settles within him - him, he had been the one to finally do it; his predecessor can rest easy and Gran Torino is proud - but at the same time that is precisely the problem.

It is done. Resolved. Accomplished. And he has been left with a debilitating handicap as a result.

And all the while, All Might is a pillar of strength and resolve still needed in this world of heroes.

(He doesn’t quite mind, that. It has always been his dream to be a hero, to do as much as he can to help the populace and protect the people, even to his last breath. But the battle with his arch-nemesis has come with a price, and it’s more than a bit difficult to accept the fact that his time as One for All’s sole bearer wears thin and his “final breath” may end up being sooner than he thought.)

So, it is with this mindset - looking battered and broken with gaunt cheeks and shadowed eyes that hold a weariness of carrying the world on his shoulders - that he encounters a young boy crying in the park.

Toshinori has always been the type to do as much as he can to try and see everyone smile. His whole reason for becoming a hero was because he had wanted to aid the cause and help change the world for the better.

Without really thinking, he walks over to the bawling child - noting the bruises and scratches with some quiet remorse - kneels down, and places a firm hand on the boy’s shoulder to get his attention.

“Boy,” Toshinori says, smiling, because All Might always has to smile. “Are you alright?”

He jumps back and just about dies when the boy takes one look at him and screams.


Once the boy finally calms down, Toshinori finds out that his name is Midoriya Izuku. And he is bullied for not having a quirk.

(It took a while to calm the boy down. One look at his face and Midoriya had screamed bloody murder, apparently downright terrified of the sight. Toshinori had only then taken true note of what he looked like after his encounter with the holder of All for One through the reflective metal of a beam and, yeah, he doesn’t exactly look like a pretty sight while smiling.)

Overall, Toshinori is, admittedly, a little shaken.

Because this boy is quirkless. Sure, Toshinori knows that it is still an occurrence these days, but it is a rare occurrence, and for him to encounter Midoriya Izuku the day he is released from the hospital after a battle that has left him as he is…

It’s a silly thought, though. A coincidence. Toshinori wants to try his best to cheer Midoriya up but this encounter doesn’t really mean anything, he is simply doing his duty as a hero that wants to help the people -

But then, Midoriya walks over to the bushes. He emerges with a toy, broken and cracked in his hands, cradling it carefully as his eyes begin to water anew.

“What do you have there, Midoriya boy?” Toshinori asks, quietly.

Midoriya sniffs, wiping his nose with the back of his hand as he walks closer. “It’s… It’s my treasure.”

Toshinori says nothing in reply, staring dumbly at the familiar color scheme of red, white, and blue, the toy replica’s arm detached and bent awkwardly.

“Kacchan… Kacchan didn’t do it this time,” he says, clutching the toy in his hands. “But… some older people came around when I was playing, and - and I wanna be a hero but they looked at me like I was stupid and dumb because I don’t have a power and they, they -”

A hiccup, and Midoriya rubs a hand roughly over his eyes.

“I… I wanna be like All Might,” he murmurs quietly. “I wanna help people, I wanna be All Might’s sidekick, I, I…”

He looks up, wide eyes watering and voice nasally. Despite this, his next words are spoken with a steely determination.

“I wanna be a hero.”

This is the moment that the lives of two different people take an abrupt turn. Two, both who were born quirkless, one with the ability to pass on a powerful quirk and legacy and one whose dreams have withstood the grim reminder of the fates of quirkless.

Toshinori searches for the familiar strength that he holds, grasping it despite having been told not to just yet. But this is important, and he watches as Midoriya eyes fill with surprise, awe, and wonderment.

“Midoriya Izuku,” he says, and the boy seems to vibrate with contained excitement.

“You will be a hero.”

This is cheesy, I am a writer of cheese but LOOK… That is a PART OF THIS DUO, it just doesn’t feel right without Detroit Smash 100% levels of DORK.

Just in case, for clarification: Izuku is 9, almost 10, since All Might’s first encounter with Izuku was when he was 14 (and he got his injury five years before he met Izuku).

Kiss Me Not -Part 10-

Find Part One Here! 

tags: drarry, hogwarts eighth year, soulmates au

Harry stared down at his hands, “How’s your mother?”

“You’re asking me about my mother? Really, Potter?” Draco asked in dismay.

Harry glared at him, “I thought it might be a safe subject to talk about.”

“Between us?” Malfoy said, “Nothing is a safe subject.”

“Only because you won’t stop being a tit,” Harry snapped.

“Says the one who just called me a tit,” Draco sneered.

Harry returned the expression mockingly, “Says the one who won’t just tell me how his mum’s doing.”

Draco was looking tense as a puffed cat, torn between hexing Harry or just leaving altogether.

Harry leaned back and then took a step back, before looking away from Draco altogether. For a bit there, they had been close enough that Harry could feel that faint buzz skating across his skin that made him want to shiver. He sighed and looked up at the stars wondering if the original Princess had this much trouble, then mentally cursed himself for thinking of himself as the Princess.

“Mother is doing quite well, all things considered. She’s been re-doing the Manor,” Draco said begrudgingly.

Harry glanced over at him in surprise, quickly dragging his gaze back to the sky before attempting to keep the conversation going, “She’s redecorating?”

There was an interminable pause, which Harry was afraid wouldn’t be filled, before Draco answered, “No, re-doing. Moving the walls, replacing everything not nailed down, shoving heirlooms in the attic, all the furniture transfigured, new floors, new paint, wallpaper,” he said the last like a bad taste in his mouth. “As if the last few years are a stain she can scrub out if she just tries hard enough.”

“Well,” Harry hazarded, “if it helps then… no reason not to.”

Wallpaper,” Draco muttered then took a deep breath, “She asks after you in her letters. She won’t tell me why, just something about what happened in the forest and now she-” he stopped abruptly.

“Well, I’ve been alright. Certainly a lot better than-” he paused, uncertain about finishing his own sentence. “…Erm, before,” he finished lamely.

Draco said stiffly, “I would imagine that anything would be an improvement over being hunted by a mass-murdering megalomaniac.”

Harry looked over at Draco in surprise.

Draco rolled his eyes at Harry’s expression, “I’m not made of glass.”

“Alright,” Harry said and nodded, “Yeah, better than that.”

Draco’s brow furrowed faintly as he looked away from Harry and back at his hands, “What do you want, Potter?”

“What?” Harry asked in confusion.

“We’re not friends but this is the second time you’ve done-” Draco waved a hand absently, “-whatever it is you’re trying to do here. You either want something from me or it’s pity. I won’t be pitied, Potter.”

Harry snorted, ignoring Draco’s frown, “I can’t imagine pitying you.”

Draco’s eyes narrowed, “Bollocks. That’s utter fucking bollocks.”

Harry found himself looking at Draco’s hands, long elegant fingers as they gripped at the stone, slowly dragging into loose fists.

Harry said carefully,“…The way I look at it. I can’t imagine many people could survive what you went through.”

“What I-?!”

“Do you?” Harry interrupted to ask, “Do you think many people could survive having Voldemort in their home, holding their parents hostage, threatening to kill them?”

What little colour was left in Draco’s face disappeared and he swallowed hard, squeezing his eyes shut, “You could have. You could have done more than just survive,” he said bitterly.

“If I had my parents, if he had my parents-” Harry bit his bottom lip and shook his head, “I don’t know. I’m not sure I could.”

Draco took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Harry forced himself not to stare at Draco’s face, glancing sidelong at his hands again and feeling relieved when Draco relaxed them again. Harry could hear him breathing; he felt like his own breathing was far too loud.

Draco slid his hands over the stone, curling his finger over the edge, “So you don’t pity me. Fine. I still don’t understand what you want.”

Harry dropped his head, ruffling his hand through his hair as he mentally ran through possible answers, most of which were entirely certain to make Draco angry. He spoke slowly, making sure every word was in place before saying the next, “I want to get to know you.”

“Fuck off, does this look like sharing time to you?” Draco said with a sneer, whipping away from the parapet to leave.

Harry grabbed Draco’s arm, “Wait! I- um- please just-”

“Let go of me or I’ll hex your bollocks off!” Draco stepped back, jerking his arm free. His eyes blazed, looking about ready to do just that when he whirled away. The swirl of his cloak would have made Snape proud.

Harry leaned back against the parapet with a sigh.

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I had this really sad thought

So many people think that Night at the Museum. is just a silly comedy series. That its just for kids. Sure, it has its funny moments, but I feel like it’s to distract from the depressing stuff. NATM fandom is actually pretty sad once you get into it because of many reasons: you realize that these guys never get to see the sunrise. Just imagine them sitting, waiting for that one beautiful thing they haven’t seen for who knows how long, waiting for it to freeze them into an unconscious state. Knowing that this beautiful thing could kill them if they dare to be outside at sunrise. But here’s more: just like in Doctor Who, the museum exhibits have the opportunity to live forever. Just think about that. Imagine Larry coming every night to say hi, but then one day another night guard telling them their friend they’ve known for so long is dead. They could go on like this forever. Watch as people they come to know and love perish, each exhibit staying the same, not aging, never able to grow old with their night guard friend. Think of the miniatures. Everything a struggle. Yet, to look tough, they have to act like its nothing. Knowing the dangers they face every day; knowing that if something were to happen to them, they probably wouldn’t die (because of the tablet) but would still suffer immense pain. Probably feeling insignificant. Uncredited for the small feats they do every day that are major for them. Once respected and revered people in their time, probably cant be taken seriously. But Ahk, he has it the worst. He sat in his sarcophagus for at least 50 years, screaming for someone to let him out. This tablet was his, and he knew it. He is unable to do nothing but come to life, yell for help, and die all over again for at least 50 long years. For him, this tablet could be a curse, for all we know. Yet all he has to say for himself when he’s released from his prison is, “You would not believe how stuffy it is in there.” Comedy? Or is this king trying to put on a brave face? Ahkmenrah knows that everything that happens in the museum is because of his tablet. He could live with the fear that if something were to go wrong, having little knowledge of the tablets powers at the time, he would be the one called upon to fix them. He could be blamed for anything and everything that happens. He was already treated harshly before his release. No one dared approach the sarcophagus in fear this pharaoh might be evil. Ahkmenrah knows that if anything were to go wrong he would be the first one to be blamed for it and would be locked up in that prison once more, probably for all eternity. The weight of the entire museum, of the lives of these exhibits, rests on his Egyptian shoulders. And he’s the nicest, sweetest pharaoh to ever rule. He treats all the exhibits with respect. It took a long time to gain that respect. And it could be lost, just like that.
Think the exhibits each someday come to terms with the fact that they aren’t real. Their lives have already been lived. They cant change their reputation, can’t contact loved ones from their eras. They’re just… there. Can’t ever visit their homes. T͟͟h͟͟e͟͟y͟͟ w͟͟i͟͟l͟͟l͟͟ n͟͟e͟͟v͟͟e͟͟r͟͟ b͟͟e͟͟ a͟͟b͟͟l͟͟e͟͟ t͟͟o͟͟ s͟͟e͟͟e͟͟
D͟͟a͟͟y͟͟l͟͟i͟͟g͟͟h͟͟t͟͟ a͟͟g͟͟a͟͟i͟͟n͟͟. O͟͟n͟͟l͟͟y͟͟ a͟͟b͟͟l͟͟e͟͟ t͟͟o͟͟ s͟͟i͟͟t͟͟ o͟͟u͟͟t͟͟s͟͟i͟͟d͟͟e͟͟ o͟͟n͟͟ t͟͟h͟͟e͟͟ s͟͟t͟͟e͟͟p͟͟s͟͟ o͟͟f͟͟ t͟͟h͟͟e͟͟ l͟͟o͟͟a͟͟d͟͟i͟͟n͟͟g͟͟ d͟͟o͟͟c͟͟k͟͟, s͟͟t͟͟a͟͟r͟͟e͟͟ a͟͟t͟͟ t͟͟h͟͟e͟͟ s͟͟t͟͟a͟͟r͟͟s͟͟ a͟͟n͟͟d͟͟ d͟͟r͟͟e͟͟a͟͟m͟͟ o͟͟f͟͟ t͟͟h͟͟e͟͟ s͟͟u͟͟n͟͟.

t1nk3r-t0y  asked:

After they reconnected after centuries apart, and Ghirahim is finally able to be with Fi, would he be willing fight Ganondorf in order to protect/be with her?

In the series of silly comics I draw where Ghirahim and Fi are clearly together, the three peeps involved in the destiny bullshit (Zelda, Link, and Ganondorf) have all agreed to stop fighting. After millenia of repeating the same destiny bullshit, they have all collectively decided that this is stupid and plan to end this by going through one life cycle where they don’t try to kill each other.

So Ghirahim and Fi started dating because there is a truce among their masters. If there wasn’t any then they wouldn’t have gotten together, even if they still love each other. They have no idea if this truce will last and they will go back to enemies if the truce is broken, so for now they’re trying to enjoy as much time they can together. Of course, in my shit fluff wins so yes it works out for everyone. Happy ending!

Also I guess my comics sorta are in the Hyrule Warriors’ mashed up universe to justify other Zelda characters from different series being there too. Idk, I don’t take my comics too seriously so continuity is just fucked

💮 How to start a RP blog 💮

Before I start please keep in mind that there are no specific rules on how your blog should be! I’m just explaining the common set ups and what not that most rpers use!

Also I’m going to organize this in steps because steps help my overwhelmed brain

1.)   The first step to starting a RP blog is deciding on your muse, or the character you’re going to write as. It can be any muse you want! You can even have multiple muses for one blog if you’d like (but that does make organizing a bit harder). You can write as a canon character, an oc, a canon character with your own headcanons, whatever! 
     Just ask yourself: is this a character I’m going to want to write for a while? Is this a character that I feel comfy portraying? Choosing a character without thinking this over may lead you to give up or delete quickly because you find that you don’t enjoy them! This is okay though! It’s good to experiment and find out who you write the best!

2.)   Once you have your muse chosen, maybe practice writing with them a bit? This is optional of course, but practice may help you decide if they’re right for you or not.

3.)   Look at you! You got your muse! That’s awesome! Now, time to make the blog! The URL is fun to work with but may also be difficult to figure out. Go with whatever your heart desires! Look at examples too! Here’s how I chose mine:
      Peregrine (as in peregrine falcon, the animal Avi represents and owns) was taken, so I changed my i to 3 i’s (a popular trend ha ha). Avian’s url is peregriiine because the word peregrine represents her in multiple ways (I’ll explain how later).

4.)   Got your URL? Radical. Time to give your blog a nice theme! You don’t HAVE to do this, but I highly recommend it. In all honesty, people are going to want to interact with you more if you have a well put together theme and blog.
Finding a theme may be difficult but there are blogs made just to help with that!

@theme-hunters for example

Or, go look at some rp blogs and see if you like any of their themes! Grab the code from the maker, plug it in, and viola! Now you just have to put all your images and text and colors that you want! With this in mind, try to think of a specific color scheme and aesthetic for your muse. It will help with the look I promise!

  Got your theme and images? Wowee you’re really close! Now it’s time to make your pages. There are 3 very important pages to have:

An open and easily accessible ask box, a bio/about page for your muse, and a rules page

- Ask box: This one is easy. Have it open so people can send in starters and memes! The big one is having it easily accessible in your theme. It doesn’t HAVE to be, because people can find it and sometimes it’s worth the aesthetic, but it’s just easier for your RP partners!

- About page:
Please have a link/tab about your muse (esp if it’s an OC!). People have to know who you’re writing! If it’s a canon character you’re writing as (ex RED demoman) then you don’t have to put too much there since most people already know the basics about him! But! You can add in your own headcanons if you’d like! I recommend looking at some other RP blog bios to find out how you want to structure your’s :0

- Rules: This one actually isn’t required for people to RP with you, but I recommend it for your own sake. Because different people go by different standards and most (good) RPers make sure to check them first. Some important things to add is how you feel about certain writing topics (ex: No smut because I am a minor/I don’t like it, gore and violence is okay, etc). Again, looking at other rule pages will give you ideas for how to structure it

-Other: There are other (optional) pages to include as well, such as a list of verses (like AU’s and what not), relationships (list of their relationship with other rp partners), etc! Anything you also want to have available!

6.)  Your pages are done, your theme is set, you’re almost ready to go! Now here’s the most difficult part: Starting to write. I recommend 3 things:
 ~ reblogging RP/ ASK memes (lists of certain things that other people can send you)
~making a promo post to get yourself out there
     This may seem like the hardest task to fulfill but it’s the most efficient way to get started. You can’t just wait for people to find you. You gotta fling yourself at others! Once you do that, people will follow you and send things themselves! It’s very anxiety-inducing for some people (me!!!me!!) but it’s worth it I promise

7.)  YOU DID IT! You are now writing little stories with your muse and another’s muse! How cool is that? You can write about anything ever! You can write small little silly threads (or a series of replies to the same story) or even long extended ones that are deep and thick with development :0!!! Possibilities are endless!!! YOU DID IT YEAAAAAAAH!!!

Now for some extra tips just for fun!

~ Having specific tags for things is REALLY helpful in organizing your content!

~ You don’t just have to reblog memes and replies; you can reblog images or posts that relate to your (such as an aesthetic that follows them or some musings!) I have tags for each of these things
~ For those tags, I recommend looking at other people’s tags for ideas on what to tag and how to tag it. I’m a dork and made really fancy tags with quotes and all that but you don’t have too!
~ Also add fun things to your blog, like a music player for tunes to set the mood for your muse!
~ Also, some people like to use little icons or art pieces in there responses to show their muse’s expression. This is optional but really fun! You don’t have to be an artist, you can just use other people’s art (with permission but most people don’t do that because they state that their icons are not their own art.)
~ Make sure to be respectful and kind to your fellow rp partners!
~ Roleplaying is a hobby. People do it for fun. Do NOT feel obligated to do a reply super quickly if you have other things going on. 
~ Have fun omg

For those who are unsure even HOW to write rp responses, there is no set way! You just write how you wish as long as you write your muse and give your partner enough to work with!

(Any questions or example requests? Send me an ask)