this is so bad otl

More Adrienette for the soul

‘’Oi, Scraps, I don’ need ya help!’’

‘’Be quiet, now please Mr. Fawkes. Let me help you with your wounds.’’

‘’…Whaddya want then? money? ‘cuz I ain’t got any on me, mate.’’

“What I want? I want you to take a better care of yourself, Jamison. Stop being so reckless, please. You almost lost your head, today…’’

‘Blaagh, who cares, anyway! To ‘em ‘m jus’ a trash and that I deserve it!’’

‘’I do. Care.’’

We could call these two….LIGHTBOMB. Yes?

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The skin so bad, it have to be fix, for all the people that want him to be more beautiful in his cyborg skin lol. 
I made 2 version, one with visor and one without, and the light change color whenever the state he in. 
And the ugly painting skill doesn’t help much “””””OTL……

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Your secret is out, General

This is based on this post by kablob17, who was really awesome for keeping us updated on all of Celebration 2015′s SW goods during this amazing weekend.

WOW, and what a weekend it was! So much is happening: TFA teaser 2, Battlefront, Rogue One, Rebels season 2 and all the extra Clone Wars content and I’m just SO OVERWHELMED *hyperventilates* 

And I just KNOW I have to make it to next year’s Celebration in London (haven’t been abroad for so long OTL).

Also - I’m still bitter about the fact that TCW got cancelled and there are, like, SO MANY UNSOLVED THINGS ;A; 

i was thinking about ravenclaw jungkook and slytherin yoongi but per usual my brain took it in a weird direction where when they’re grown-up in the happy ending version jungkook is flight instructor and yoongi, unconventional as it seems, is the charms professor. ah. it’s just a drabble….there’s a sad ending alternative too but i didn’t post that one. yet. 



[ version ii ]


“you need to stop making flowers grow in my classroom windows. they make me look approachable.”

“you are approachable.”

“but they don’t need to know that right away!”

jungkook sighs and laughs but the two don’t really mix so he ends up coughing a little. yoongi rubs wide circles along his back while he adjusts his glasses with his other hand, three books floating in front of him as he flips through the pages inscrutably. once jungkook has recovered enough to talk again, he wheezes a little, pink in his cheeks as he says, “you were never scary. not even when we were students.”

“i never said i wanted to be scary.”

“mmhm,” jungkook hums and leans in close to thread his arms around yoongi’s middle, drawing him close enough to perch his chin on yoongi’s shoulder, breathing in deep the smell of him – a replete mixture of sun, forest, fire, and something like roses. this last comes from some of the charms that yoongi has been teaching, charms for helping things grow – not silly sweetheart tricks like a bloom from a quill, but the lasting everlong northern star kind of growth…the kind that stays. yoongi has for years complained that this particular spell should smell like lavender and not roses but jungkook said to him the last time they had this conversation: but of course it’s roses. yoongi mumbled muttered and moaned a little more to himself about it but jungkook could tell it was more bluster than actual discontent, and yoongi has long since gone on teaching said charm anyway. so there’s that.

besides, jungkook, for all that he likes scents such as vanilla, the first day of winter, and the summer ocean most of all, he also has a soft spot for the iconically romantic flower. among other things, he likes that the different colors can stand for different kinds of love. he thinks of the bouquet of yellow roses that taehyung once brought him and all the other colors yoongi turned until taehyung laughed and drew one from the bundle, offered it to yoongi himself and said: come on, i’ll bring you yours next time.

“at least stop interrupting my classes…” yoongi sighs in a way that would be long-suffering except that it’s quite the opposite, a hundred thousand times the opposite, belied by how his hand slips to rest at jungkook’s waist and hooks him that much closer, close enough for jungkook to tilt his head and press a whisper of a kiss to the line of yoongi’s jaw.

“sure,” he says.

“lying isn’t a cardinal point of a ravenclaw.”

“and being charming isn’t a slytherin’s either.”

“i guess that makes us even.”

when jungkook doesn’t reply, yoongi leans back just enough to look down at him properly. somehow the slight pout to jungkook’s mouth is unsettlingly becoming, and by now yoongi knows better what it means, knows jungkook is saying without saying exactly what would make them ‘even’.

not able to deny him anything in quite some time, he angles down quick and sharp – a kiss with acute magic made of moments rather than witchcraft, a kiss that says here is my heart, here is my heart, here is my heart and hold onto it for me, hold onto me and here. yoongi kisses jungkook and he remembers the first time this happened – how jungkook was asleep in the infirmary, how yoongi wasn’t supposed to be there at all, how the hour was late and the moon was full and yoongi knelt beside his bed and whispered: next time, i’m going to save you.

it was the kind of thing a teenager says because he’s scared, the kind of thing any person says because they’re scared…because they’re scared and in love.

that kind of thing.

jungkook remembers too: the events preceding, the dark dark dark of the forest despite that full moon which could not quite touch where they had fallen, the nauseating pain in his side that sent his body alight with unhealthy shivers, the cold hard grip of yoongi’s hands on his shoulders and the low desperate rasp of his voice begging jungkook to stay with him. that night yoongi’s words were fighting some kind of current trying to pull jungkook under, and it’s curious to him that while almost everything else from that near disaster is a blur, yoongi is not. if he closes his eyes, he can hear him plain as if it was yesterday, as if it was seconds ago: please – i swore on my family name i’d never beg for anything again but i’m breaking that now and i don’t give a fuck just…hey…hey don’t… – and on it had gone. jungkook remembers how what scared him most was not the danger he himself was in but how deathly still yoongi went amidst his hysteria. he had to ask later what yoongi saw, but in the moment, against his own fear, against a bigger nightmare, he remembers conjuring his own patronus, remembers thinking that it looked ridiculous – a rabbit the breadth of the moon it seemed, banishing the cold.

in the here and now, it’s spring. when yoongi breaks away everything is warm and jungkook can’t help himself. he reaches toward yoongi’s ear and just behind it to draw out a rose.

yoongi’s nose wrinkles.

“what kind of magic trick–”

“just take it.”

they stare at each other and some unofficial contest starts. neither of them wins and neither loses, the stampede of yoongi’s impending class echoing through the school corridors as jungkook flips backwards out of the window onto his waiting broom because why do anything the easy way? the smile he sends yoongi is warm and smart and if yoongi died right then and there he supposes he’d be alright with that except for the bit about leaving jungkook behind.

he watches his husband do three unnecessarily risky climbs and dives on that ridiculously expensive broom before he flies out of sight, presumably to teach his next batch of first years. sometimes when yoongi doesn’t have his own classes, he’ll wander to where jungkook is teaching and watch from what he deems to be a reasonable distance. once or twice headmaster namjoon has caught him and joked whether or not yoongi needed more to do, after which yoongi promptly left. later, loitering in the astronomy tower, namjoon admitted with heartbreaking softness: it makes me happy…it makes me happy, to see you happy.

yoongi charmed a star out of the dark, had it hover near namjoon’s right eye and said: i want to see you happy too.

blinking, yoongi is caught off guard (this happens, when you disappear into reverie, it would seem) as a paper plane soars in through the window and narrowly misses his head, gliding to a perfect landing on his desk. when he unfolds it, he shakes his head at the writing there: you dropped your flower!

crouching, yoongi retrieves it, and despite his initial scoffing, yoongi wears said flower behind his ear for the rest of the day.

it’s not lost on his students that the rose? is blue.

Siblings are great! I’m 100% sure the feeling is mutual, Rin. :’) If you’re gonna tell me that the Matsuokas didn’t go on a brother-sister date on Rin’s birthday wearing matching clothes, then I’m gonna be so disappointed. Needed a breather so redheads it is!

ohmaekumiko  asked:

dangit tumblr ... but why am I surprised ... aNYWAY consider: medieval/fantasy style Iwadai with knight Iwa and blacksmith Sawamura "how did you manage to break two swords in one week" Daichi. oh I don't know, Daichi, maybe he didn't. maybe he just finds some old broken stuff and uses it as an excuse to come talk to you. who knows. (also one of my fics (stop standing there) is on your Iwadai rec list and I may or may not still be crying ever since I saw I do not ... deserve .... thank you)

YOU DO DESERVE MY FREN YOU DO. I ENJOYED YOUR FIC V MUCH BLUSHY IWADAIS MAKE ME HAPPY SO THANK YOU (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

SDFLAKSDJ I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS AU YESYESYESYEYES i love anything that’ll give me an excuse to draw characters with thick headbands _(:3」∠)_

i bet Daichi thinks Iwaizumi is really irresponsible in the beginning. like what is wrong with this dude?? why can’t he take care of his weapons properly?? But slowly Daichi realizes the weapons that he brings in doesn’t really match the quality of armor Iwaizumi wears and that the one sword he constantly has on his back never needs fixing. in fact its in beautiful shape and Daichi is in love with the craftsmanship. So Daichi gets suspicious about Iwaizumi’s frequent visits, thinking maybe Iwaizumi is testing his abilities as a blacksmith or something. But he forgets all about his suspicions quickly because talking with Iwaizumi is fun and pleasant and wow he looks really good in his armor how did he never notice that? Iwaizumi loves to watch Daichi work. Sometimes they don’t talk because Daichi is so focused on crafting but Iwaizumi doesn’t mind. He gets to stare at a sweaty, muscly Daichi ofc he doesn’t mind ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

i really really really want to draw this au!!!!!!!! and i will!! but it’ll take me a while so pls have this rough sketch for now ;;v;;