still silhouettes

Guess who just got murdered~

Some sketches for my favorite dorito shaped demon, rest in pieces lol

Aja going home after such an entertaining lipsync for your life AND BEING TOLD THAT THIS WAS THE BEST LOOK THAT SHE HAD SO FAR is literally a physical representation of how you could be great and still lose tbh

(I’ll admit that her 9021-HO performance wasn’t great but c'mon….the character had like the least screen time anyway :/)

anonymous asked:

If you want a writing prompt maybe kirk discovering a cluster of freckles on the nape of spock's neck?

ah hopefully this fit your prompt well enough!!

Constellations (find it on ao3 here)

“Spock?”

The dark silhouette remained still, framed in the doorway to the fresher. Jim blinked, then reached out a hand, making his voice softer, more honeyed.

“Spock. Come on, sweetheart. Come to bed with me. Please.”

Spock finally moved, walking towards Jim and settling on the edge of the bed, keeping his face turned away. He took off his socks but made no move to remove the Vulcan robes he had been wearing during meditation. Jim frowned a bit, catching the end of one of the trailing sleeves. A few weeks into their relationship, Spock had discovered just how comfortable Jim’s old loose t-shirts were, and refused to wear anything else to bed. For Spock to not take off his robes to sleep… well, it certainly planted worry in Jim’s head. “Aren’t you gonna take this off?” He asked, keeping his voice soft in the dim light.

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anonymous asked:

This may be an odd request, but do you guys have any fics that tugged at your heartstrings, made you feel butterfiles, or simply made you feel a lot of emotions? I don't know how to explain properly, but like when you read something and bamf! it hit you right in the feels? I'm not exactly asking for your favourite fics; I have many favourite but only a handful could ignite that kind of feelings from me. Everyone, please share with me if you have come across something like this! Thank you! :)

Hi, here are some of the fics that made me feel a lot of emotions:

To Be Himself by RavieSnake - T, 7 Chapters - Christmas is a time for family. But Hermione’s family is truly horrible. They never approve of her dates and she’s decided to try and beat them at their own game. How? By inviting Draco Malfoy to join their holiday with free reign to ‘be himself.’ But Hermione quickly realizes she doesn’t really know Draco at all…

Five Days by RavieSnake - M, 14 Chapters - No one knows that they are missing. No one knows where they are. No one knows that they are trapped. No one knows that they are dying. Dramione. WINNER for Best Drama/Angst and Best Tragedy in the Winter 2017 Dramione Fanfiction Awards!

Crimson with a Silver Lining by Lady Cailan - M, 78 Chapters - It is six years since the fall of the Ministry to Voldemort. Those other than purebloods are deemed less than human. When Ginny’s daughter ends up in grave danger, Hermione sells herself to the Death Eaters to save her life. Draco/Hermione. Not fluffy.

Fairy Stone by Colubrina - M, 4 Chapters - Draco is sentenced to one year in Azkaban, release contingent upon someone willing to vouch for his good behavior. Hermione does. “Oh, I want you,” he said. “You, just you, always you. You forever and you for always and you until the bloody sun explodes.” Dramione. COMPLETE.

The Die by Colubrina - M, 36 Chapters - Years after the war is over Hermione sees Draco alone in a pub. When she invites him back to her flat the die is cast and it becomes possible that two very damaged people might, eventually, find peace. “You know me dark, you know me cruel, you know me shaking in the night and you’re still here.” Dramoine. COMPLETE

Silhouettes by Bex-chan - M, one-shot - “He would’ve known her silhouette in a room made of shadows.” A ghost story that’s not about ghosts at all. Dramione one-shot. EWE.

Friend Number Three by riptey - T, 26 Chapters - COMPLETE - How do you deal with the Pureblood aristocracy, Ministry corruption, Muggle culture invasions, and constant questions about your love life while juggling more than two friends and not being a total jerk? Don’t ask Draco: he doesn’t know. D/Hr

The Politician’s Wife by pir8fancier - M, 14 Chapters - Hermione hates Draco in the springtime, Hermione hates Draco in the fall, Hermione hates Draco 247.

How We Imagined Light by horcruxnumber8 - M, one- shot -The war is over, and while the rest of the Wizarding World drowns their sorrows in champagne and celebratory balls, Hermione finds comfort in an unconventional way…and with the most unexpected person. D/Hr, EWE.

Beautiful Things Can Come From The Dark by yesterdayschild4 - M, 17 Chapters - He finds her, broken and bleeding, and it will change everything. A rape aftermath story told from Draco Malfoy’s POV. DHr

Seven Times by kerriclifford240879 - M, 7 Chapters - Seven times can mean a lifetime of change.

Forgiveness is the final form of love by silverbirch - T, 19 Chapters - Eighteen months after the battle, Hermione is a volunteer in a soup kitchen, aiding those cast aside by Voldemort’s defeat. So, what’s HE doing standing in the queue for a handout? Can she put aside her her hatred and reach out to her oldest foe?

Ordinary People by inadaze22 - M, 19 Chapters - “Let me be clear about something tonight, Granger. You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted…It’s always been you.” Draco steps in the fireplace, drops the floo powder, and disappears in a burst of green flames. Being re-written.

Out of the Silent Planet by ianthe_waiting - MA, 39 Chapters -  Post-Hogwarts - Hermione Granger fulfills Severus Snape’s final wish, to journey to Japan to retrieve’ something of importance. Set eleven years after HBP.

- AgnMag

Rendezvous..

… or the short Mchanzo story behind my comic (link to it below). I wrote this before starting to work on the comic, using it as a base script for the upcoming events. However, while drawing I decided to change some details/events, but mainly I tried to keep it alike the original writing! 

I hope you will enjoy it! I linked below the comic for new readers also :3 Thank you!


Links to the comic:

Original post | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 (the end)



Story starts here:

The blow sent him in the middle of the road, fully exposed to the enemy, and he knew that his bow wouldn’t be too much help in a close gunfire encounter. He looked around for a cover, but his eyes caught a silhouette standing right against the sun.

 
“Hanzo! Move!” He heard a voice yelling through the bullets that kept firing around him, but it was something that held him in place, making him feel hypnotized by the newly encountered enemy. There was something familiar about him, but couldn’t tell what yet. He shielded his eyes with his hand, trying to distinguish it better and he actually noticed that the other wasn’t standing anymore, but walking forward, towards him, however still too far to be recognizable by any chance.


Hanzo tensed his bow and started to step backwards, his eyes still on the walking silhouette. He focused, aiming for the head while trying to lure the other one closer into the cover of a rock arcade that shadowed the road beneath. His back soon stopped against a pillar of an old barrack, so he decided to wait there and see if his opponent will take the bait.


“Closer…” He murmured to self, his grip tightening on the bow, stretching its chord even more as the other nearly stepped into the desired spot. However, right before the last steps he should’ve made, something crashed into the building Hanzo was using as cover, forcing him out and causing him to fire the arrow he prepared for his enemy, shooting down a drone that kept firing from above. He glanced at the thing that crashed against the barracks, but noticing only a robot of the enemy, he focused back on finding a safe spot to aim from, trying to peek at the mysterious silhouette as he did so. 


“Close one there, partner, but this one ain’t too far either.” A voice came from behind him, accompanied by the metallic clack of a gun.


Hanzo turned on his heels with a quick move, already tensing his bow again, facing, as he figured, the one he aimed at earlier. Not only that the sudden presence startled him, but the voice sent him a shiver down the spine, like he didn’t feel in years.


The arrow pointed at the other’s head, while his opponent had his gun pointed at his chest. The other raised a robotic arm, draped until then by his red serape, to take the cigar out of his mouth, enveloping both in smoke with a silent laughter, pushing his hat back a bit with a short gesture of his finger, finally revealing his face to Hanzo, who for some reason didn’t dare to shoot his arrow yet, but stood there staring and examining each and every move the man made. But when their eyes met, the smile faded off the cowboy’s face, while Hanzo’s tense from the eyes turned into shock, both still aiming at each other.


“Well, I’ll be damned..” The cowboy nearly whispered, lowering his hand that still held the cigar.


“Jesse..?” Hanzo replied as silently, even if the surroundings were incredibly loud, filled with bullets, explosions and order screaming. His eyes were searching the cowboy’s face for familiar features that could resemble his old friend, but as half of it was still shaded by the hat and other part was nearly all covered in his beard, he didn’t had much left other than the spark of his brown eyes and the smirk which was now forming on his lips. 


“Haven’t heard that name going off someone’s lips in a long while.. Especially yours, Hanzo.” His smirk turned into a full grin, lowering his gun, measuring from head to feet his long lost partner. He stuck back the cigar into his mouth and grabbed the other’s shoulder in a tight, yet compasionate grip, shaking it a bit, since Hanzo didn’t even flinch at his remark, moreover, now his astonishment from seconds ago, turning into a frown.


“You don’t even realize how many high noons I counted, waiting to see you again.. Back at Hanamura. And yet you decide to show up years later, in the middle of this.. NOWHERE! During a fight!” He slapped Jesse’s hand off his shoulder as he spoke.


“But I kept my promise, ain’t I?” He raised his eyebrows, still wearing a teasing grin. “It was a damn blinding high noon out there!”


Hanzo let out a loud groan, then suddenly tensed the bow and let the arrow fly right by Jesse’s ear, putting down a drone heading towards them, but at the same time startling his friend, making him throw himself against the rock wall nearby, glancing behind right after.


“I thought for a moment you aimed at me, partner!”


“I would, but you’re not worth wasting an arrow on." 


The man added, then turned around, walking away, back into the battlefield, taking out another arrow, preparing to shoot, leaving McCree stare after him a bit, before deciding to get himself back together and follow him, wearing a satisfied smile.

The end

re·al·i·za·tion

noun

The moment of sudden clarity when feelings are finally recognized, or are made aware for the first time.


It hit you one random afternoon in the studio, a soft beat filling the silence in the small, dimly lit room as you curled up even more snugly into Yoongi’s blanket on the black leather sofa. His back faced towards you, bits of his blueish black hair sticking out from beneath his black beanie, his head bobbing slightly to the beat as he clicked away on his mouse. From the side, you could see the black mask tucked under his chin with one strap behind each ear, his fair skin strikingly pale due to the contrast with his dark clothing and onyx eyes. He chewed on his bottom lip in concentration, mumbling softly to himself as his other hand fiddled around with the different controls on his sound board. He was in the zone, as per usual, and over the course of the past few months, you’d come to learn very quickly that he did not appreciate being bothered while he was in this state. Just like the very first time you’d met in your composition class.

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