this isn't even au

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Even tho I still can’t manage holding my tablet’s pen, my mechanical pencil is slim and light enough to let me draw! Which is why I spent the last few days sketching traditionally - maybe this blog has been inactive long enough to allow me to post shitty pics of shitty pencil doodles too haha

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A few people wanted to see more of my blade of marmora AU so here’s part 2.

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Sterek AU: After the death of Claudia magic becomes a taboo in the Stilinski house hold. Everytime Stiles wants to show his dad his magic, to help his dad with his magic John lashes out. Not knowing what to do with the gift that he got from his mother, Stiles represses his magic - doing nearly unrepairable damage to himself.

Years later Derek returns to Beacon Hills to find that the Alpha that killed his sister is far from the most dangerous thing in town.

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Fanart for @dadvans​‘s Yoi bachelor AU <3 
Yurio managed to get himself friendzoned on a Dating Show I’m honestly impressed. 

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🌈JIKOOK NEIGHBOUR AU

 🌈PART 9

🌈Jungkook moves in a new apartment and everything there is perfect: especially the cutie next door that keeps scolding him

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Soulmate.

He still remembered the looks full of pity he received whenever his friends saw his empty wrists.



He had a soulmate.

Knowing that the person who was supposed to love and cherish him unconditionally was simply not there was— right beside the absence of his parents in his life— the most painful thing that could have happened to him.

Merlin. He had an actual soulmate!

Whereas his first instincts had been to panic, there was now an indescribable feeling of hope and longing bubbling in his chest.

Because, if the words on his wrists were anything to go by, his soulmate had been waiting for him just as much as he had for them.

You’re here. You’re finally here. Thought you were dead. You…

Never mind that the familiarity of those letters still caused an inexplainable rush of anxiety to run through his body.

With newfound determination, Harry Potter followed his new head of house, a certain Professor Slughorn, down into the dungeons until they were standing in front of the entrance to the Slytherin common room.

Maybe this insane mission Dumbledore had sent him on wouldn’t turn out to be so bad after all. At least he could, besides trying to get useful information out of Riddle, try to find his soulmate.

The first thing he noticed about entering the common room was that nothing had really changed from what he could still remember from second year. It was still gloomy, the lake right outside the windows still cast green shadows upon the walls and there was a small fire crackling in the hearth.

He tried to ignore the constant dripping sound echoing throughout room but that still didn’t prevent the flashes of dark chambers and black serpents to dance before his eyes.

The second thing he noticed was that all eyes were on him.
Every person that had been reading, chatting or simply dozing off before was now staring at Harry.

“Listen up, everyone! This-” a hand was placed on his shoulder “is Harry Potter. He’s a transfer student and I am proud tho say that he has been sorted into our house.”

There were quiet whispers traded back and forth now.
Curious expressions on the other’s faces.

But as of now Harry was glad to say that he hadn’t spotted Riddle, yet.

He let his fingers ghost over his wrist. Internally wrestling with the impulse to check it again for any new words.

“… Now, without much further ado, I ask all of you to be kind to our new addition. But maybe someone could volunteer to be Harry’s guide for the first few days until he knows where his classes are and has become a little more familiar with this new environment?” Slughorn let his gaze wander over the crowd questioningly.

Although Harry suspected that he was actually searching for someone specific whom he expected to answer.

His musings proved to be correct when every student simultaneously turned their head the slightest bit in the same direction and a few stepped aside to let a rather tall, brunet male through, whose blue eyes were fixed on his in a predatory manner.

He wished those flashbacks would just s t o p but he simply couldn’t tune out the low hissing of Parseltongue and the sound of snake skin dragging itself across wet stones and oh Merlin Ginny was-

“-Tom Riddle.”

Harry blinked. Slightly perplexed when the dark-lord-to-be inclined his head in a polite nod.

There was a pause.

“Harry. Harry Potter.” He answered eventually. Trying to ignore the tingling on his wrist and the unnerving glint in the other’s eyes.

As well as the bile attempting to claw up his throat at the close proximity of the future-mass-murderer.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Harry Potter.” Then, like an afterthought. “I’m sure we will get along just fine.”

Yeah. Maybe when hell freezes over and Salazar Slytherin starts step dancing on top of the astronomy tower in a pink skirt.

Without waiting for an answer, Riddle turned around— apparently expecting Harry to follow— and strutted off into the general direction of one of the staircases leading further down into the dungeons.

That realization was accompanied by a sharp tug of panic and a thought that hadn’t even occurred to him until now.

Was there maybe more than just one path leading into the Chamber of Secrets?

Rip. Tear. Kill. Let me kill.
No no no nonononononono-

A sudden wave of calm and reassurance washed over Harry and he released a breath he hadn’t even noticed he was holding.

The still new soul bond inside his mind was vibrating with poorly concealed worry and there was a moment’s worth of confusion before he caught on.

His soulmate had felt his distress and had tried to comfort him.

But that was supposed to be impossible.

He hadn’t even met his soulmate yet. The bond shouldn’t be that strong.

Harry cast a quick glance down at his wrist, catching the hastily scribbled phrases of:

Are you okay? Did something happen? Merlin forbid if something happened….

He ripped his gaze away from the words to turn his attention back to Riddle.

Never turn your back to the enemy.
He had learned that lesson the hard way.

But the other hadn’t moved an inch either. Standing before the staircase with a deep frown on his face and something akin to restlessness in his eyes.

Then his gaze settled back on Harry and his expression smoothed over. “I apologize. I spaced out there for a second. Now, shall we? The boy’s dorm is just down there and we need to get you settled in quickly if we want to get to dinner on time.”

“…right.”

With a foreboding sense of doom, Harry followed the Dark-Lord-to-be down the stairs.

This time effectively shutting out the unwelcome images triggered by the dark stone walls encasing them.

What he couldn’t quite shut out, however, was the soft humming of soothing emotions bleeding over the bond, and suddenly he thought that, just maybe, fate didn’t hate him so much after all.


- Tomarry [Soulmate + Time Tavel AU (part 2)]

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It had been so simple, really.

Go back.

Learn.

Return.

The scrawl on the inside of his wrist was messy this time. As if written in a dazed hurry.

‘You’re here. You’re here. You’re alive. You’re finally here…’

And on it went.

Over and over again.

The words disappeared and reappeared.

The elegant slope of each letter almost mesmerizing, even in this obvious state of distress the writer was in.

Alas: nothing ever went according to plan in his life.

There was a flicker of something in the reader’s mind. Something that had been eerily dormant until then. Something he hadn’t known was missing.

He was so screwed.

The Boy-Who-Lived clenched his fist and clutched the special time turner around his neck protectively.

This didn’t make any sense.

He didn’t have a soulmate.

But the hopeful scrawl on his arm seemed to mock him happily and clearly suggested otherwise.

What really confused him, though, was that the black calligraphy looked so… familiar.

Familiar because it brought back memories of pipes and obliviate and-

“Ah, Harry Potter, I assume?”

Said boy’s head whipped around to take in Dumbledore, who stood at the office’s entrance with a warm smile on his face.

And a knowing twinkle in his eyes.

- Tomarry [Time Travel + Soulmate AU]

keishota  asked:

Hi, Bean! Thank you for answering my question! It's really interesting to know of Teruki's backstory in royalty AU, also how the hair incident still applies in this AU lol. I wonder how he grows his hair back in the AU, magic?? And now, I'm really curious to see how 14 years old Teruki looks in this AU stand side by side with 12 years old Shigeo, I can just imagine Teruki's smug face there! XD

hey!! i’s not problem and yeah teru definitely went to tome for something to get his hair to grow back lol

and here is 14 year old teru and 12 year old mob!! and well teru’s more annoyed than smug hahaha

Some edgelord who only has a cursory knowledge of Pokemon lore: What if Pokemon were REAL then they’d only have animal-level intelligence and ATTACK people! Haha, not so fun now, is it?

Actual lore of Pokemon: Phantump is the soul of a dead child possessing a tree, Lampert hangs around hospitals to suck out the life force of sick and dying people, Gorebyss sucks all the body fluids out of its prey and is literally described as cruel in the Dex, Sliggoo can accidentally melt its friends with acid…yeah Pokemon was already pretty dark.

anonymous asked:

Have you managed to like, gain any new ghost powers?

…Kind of like how the wail used to be. I dunno. I’m mostly just a lot better at control and power output now. I also have a few tricks up my sleeve regarding new uses of old powers. 

Gotta keep everyone on their toes hahaha.

But there you go, those are the ‘new’ ones.

AO3 AU

Is there an AU where the bros discover the fandom on AO3 yet? No? Well….

It has to be Gladio who discovers it all first, because he’s bored, and he ran out of books to read on the trip. The first thing he clicks on is the fic with his name and also mentions Cup Noodles in the tags because fuck yeah, he loves himself and Cup Noodles, damn this is gonna be a good one.

“The Flavor of Love” by Illuso. He regrets his life immediately, because this is a fic about him just…. fucking a cup of noodles. So the rest of the guys sees him dying in the back seat of the Regalia, muttering something about how the idea behind the story was enough to give him Starscourge, and Prompto’s curiosity gets the better of him, and he decides to look up this “Archive of Our Own” on his phone.

Of course, the MT!Prompto hashtag is what catches his eye and the life drains out of him, because what have the guys read about him? So he clicks the most promising one, with the description saying “tons and tons of character backstory”. It’s “Heavy Metals” by LadyProto, and wayyy too long for Prompto to read in full. He skips to the last chapter, skims it, and– “What the fuck.”

“Quicksilver followed Ardyn to the throne, scuttling cockroach-like in the wake of his footsteps.” He blinks for a minute then locks the screen on his phone.

“Not a cockroach, not a cockroach,” Prompto mutters to himself in a silent prayer, obviously scarred by the image and terrified that this would even be a thing. “Wasn’t made to be a cockroach.”

Noctis didn’t care at first, but now that Prompto is whispering to himself, in a fetal position, and muttering something about cocks, he absolutely had to see what this was all about. Now he’s sitting there all smug, because the top fanfic, with the most kudos is a Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum fic: “once more, like it’s our last” by bellpickle. He isn’t even done the first chapter, and it’s a short chapter, and his smirk is already wiped clean and he’s reading the whole damn thing like no tomorrow. 

So a few minutes later, and the boys still haven’t grown the fuck up, and Ignis stops the car to tell them to get out, because Prompto won’t stop rocking himself back and forth in his seat, the future King of Lucis is giving his phone water damage by literally crying on it, and Gladio is still trying to reassure himself that there’s no wrong way to love Cup Noodles. 

The moment they step out of the car, these kids explode on their squad mom.

“Ignis, he-he doesn’t want to marry me. I’m gonna die, he’s gonna die, we’re all gonna die, and he doesn’t want to marry me.”

“Iggy, please take tangerines out of your recipes. I never want to see a tangerine ever again. I’m begging you.”

“Ig, would you still love me if I fucked a cup of noodles?”

Ignis deadpans, and figures the best solution is to give them a fic that would un-traumatize them. Antidotes are made from the poison, after all. Ever the mature one, he takes out his phone, dodges the angst tag like a boss, avoids any Rape/Non-Con warnings like he does with daemons at night, and filters out anything rated Mature or worse, because these three are anything but mature.

He decides on “Running Down a Dream” by @tenshinokorin because thank the Astrals it’s rated T, and has the heaven-sent “time wasting nonsense” tag, because that’s definitely what is going on right now. And it’s 28 chapters, and if they don’t stop internally dying by the end of the 28th, he swears he’s going to cut into their finances and use up some curatives.

Ignis sits them all down by the road, bedtime story style, and it went by exactly as Ignis expected. Prompto is still laughing about the oodles of noodles chapter and it’s only helped Gladio to recover from the Cup Noodles fic. Noctis fell asleep, a cheeky smile plastered to his face, right after the chapter where he gets his magical first kiss with Prompto. No one expected him to stay awake until the very end anyways. Then they reach chapter 22, and it’s all about  Ignis’ deepest and darkest phobia. Ignis trails off after a couple paragraphs, wakes Noctis up, and proceeds to sit in the back of the Regalia downing can after can of Ebony and hoping the all the energy he’s drinking would buzz the images of leeches (and the entirety of this day, along with the many MPreg tags) straight out of his memory. :D

anonymous asked:

Roman Percy and Jason reuniting tho

(if they kick me out of the library because I wrote this for an hour instead of doing any actual uni work, i’m blaming you anon.)


“If he’s not on that ship, Reyna, I swear to the gods…” Percy growls quietly and his eyes stay glued to the sky where a silhouette of a tireme was growing sharper as it approached on the horizon. “I’m going to tear those Greeks to pieces.”

Not even half an hour ago, the daughter of Hades - who’d found her way to their camp hardly a week before - had told them about the warship coming for New Rome from her camp. When she had said they came in piece, they could be trusted, Percy had been inclined to believe her. He’d fought beside the girl on a quest for Mars, and she’d grown on him despite her parentage and … strangeness. In the battle, it was her who killed the giant and saved the camp – they had no reason to doubt her word now.

Even so, Percy shifts uneasily now. It is one thing to agree to peace, and another to keep your word while you see a warship approaching your home from the sky. His hand rests on the pen in his pocket, ready to uncap if need be, although he still tries to tell himself it won’t come to that.

“He will be on there.” Reyna says quietly. She sounds strained and it’s clear to Percy that she feels just as uneasy as he does. They can see the bronze glinting off the ship’s shields now. It’s almost there.

Standing there in their matching praetor’s robes, everyone is looking to them for guidance. One word and everything would turn, Percy knows that, and he has never hated this position quite as much as he does now.

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When Terminus finally lets them down from the ship, Jason’s heart is pounding. He’d thrown a makeshift purple toga over his Camp Half-Blood attire, reminding people of the status he used to hold, in hopes it would hold the crowds at bay, but now that he descends the ladder he isn’t all that sure anymore how effective it will be.

A crowd has formed below them, and they hardly part to allow Jason to touch down on the floor. Voices come from all sides, questions and shouts and Jason feels completely overwhelmed.

Next to him, Annabeth lands with a thud. Her gaze is stormy, but for the moment, Jason finds it reassuring rather than troubling. Above them, the others are following. Jason clears his throat.

“I want to see the praetor. Take me to Reyna, now.” The old command slips easily into his voice, and it’s enough to make the first Romans part in front of them, creating a way through the masses.

Jason breathes in deeply, shakily, then he nods to Annabeth and takes the lead through the crowd. The rest of them will have to follow.

“Jason!” Someone up ahead calls and then the crowd parts fully, demigods making way for two of their own, standing tall in their flowing purple robes. Jason’s heart skips a beat.

His eyes land on Reyna first and his steps quicken. He sees the relief on her face is barely hidden behind a stern mask, but a smile spreads on her face as soon as they are close enough that it’s only for Jason to see.

The hug is painfully tight but Jason hasn’t expected anything else and he hugs his friend back just as fiercely.

“I missed you.” Reyna says very quietly before she pulls out of the embrace, and hits Jason in the shoulder a little harder than can be called playful. “Things have been… intense since you disappeared.”

Jason huffs, he’d feared as much, and steps back, his hand reaching out to where Annabeth and the others are behind him to introduce them when the second figure steps up. Jason hadn’t even fully realised there was someone else and he realises his mistake when a fist hits him square in the nose.

He stumbles back, but doesn’t fall. Someone catches him with a hand fisting into the collar of his shirt. Jason has to blink several times for his vision to become clear again, that was a damn good punch.

“Do you have any idea…” A voice, very close to his face. “Any idea how worried I was about you?” It breaks on the last word, and Jason barely realises who it is he’s talking to when the hand lets go of his collar only to cup his face instead.


“Percy…” He whispers, and then lips are pressed against his own in a kiss so desperate it makes Jason’s heart ache.

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Social Media AU
Pt 2//They didn’t get any better :/
Still inspired by @frostedpuffs and @buginettedupaincheng

Adrien (you are here)| Marinette

The first chapter of my Life Ticket AU is up!! Go check it out over on Archive! (It’s under the user Shima2112)

And get ready for one helluva ride ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ