total do over

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it’s seung gil lee’s birthday!! he makes a new friend <3

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We did a small gift exchange on on discord to cheer each other up and I got @chocoluckchipz ! <3

Bonus:

(I guess it’s a win win situation ‘3′)

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*DO NOT REPOST*

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I LOOK FABULOUS!!

a hair extension potion made by Anna! He’ll probably lose his hair in a couple of days ahahaha

idea by @draceempressa and was drawn by me :D

“We can escape to the great sunshine

We made it out to the other side…”

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d’avin + fancy
↳requested by shadaras

bonus:

anonymous asked:

I was throwing shipping prompts at another author for fic ideas and I accidentally gave myself a ship (It's not really a ship, it's more like a dingy heading for a waterfall). Consider this: Shikamaru and Minato. After the 4th Shinobi War or with time travel involved, but still. Look at it.

:’D

So apparently I like this idea a lot oh my god. 


This is all massively troublesome, damn it, and Shikamaru only has himself to blame.

Somehow, it was a hell of a lot easier to disregard what flee on sight orders mean in the rush that came beforehand, in the uneasy alliance with a man who should have been dead several dozen times over by now. In seeing the lines in Sasuke’s face from too many sleepless nights, the way Sakura was activating her Strength of a Hundred Seal, the impossible determination in the slant of Naruto’s mouth and the fire in his eyes as he said this last attempt was too close, Shika. We’re going to send you somewhere you won’t be in danger. Just keep your head down and you’ll be fine.

Right. Head down. Fine. Which would have been a hell of a lot easier if he hadn’t landed smack dab in the middle of an alternate universe’s battlefield, practically on top of the Hokage.

Not his Hokage, because that would be too easy. And also not Hokage yet, so when Shikamaru had dragged himself off the ground and blurted, “Yondaime-sama!” in front of a squad of Iwa nin, it was close enough to spilling an S-rank secret that the Yondaime had immediately reacted.

The Iwa-nin are dead. Shikamaru got luckier. Slightly.

“Sorry,” Minato says almost bashfully, leaning over him to check the knots tying his hands. “Is that too tight? Can you feel your fingers?”

“I’d feel them better if you untied me,” Shikamaru complains, and wonders where the hell Sai landed. It’s the ANBU commander’s job to keep him safe, and he could really use some backup right now. And gods, if Shikamaru is counting on Sai to get him out of this mess, things have really gone south.

Minato smiles like it’s a joke, checks Shikamaru’s feet, and drops back into his seat across the small campfire. “We’ll be back in Konoha in a few days,” he says, like it’s any sort of consolation. “If you really don’t mean any harm, T & I will let you go in a day or two after that. You’ll be all right. All we want to know is how you got that information in the first place. Only the Sandaime, the Daimyo, and I are supposed to know.”

Being targeted to having information that other people want is becoming something of a pattern, Shikamaru thinks, faintly despairing. That’s what got him into this whole mess in the first place, and if he’d realized how troublesome it would be, he’d have left that damned scroll where he found it.

With a groan, he flops back to lie on the grass, staring balefully up at the stars, and it’s hardly comfortable with his hands tied behind him, but there aren’t really a lot of other options. He could definitely get out of the ropes if he tried, could probably get past Minato if he had the element of surprise on his side, but there’s no way he’d be able to escape the Yellow Flash without help. More help than Sai, at least. They’re both some of the best, but the Yellow Flash is better.

“I hate my life,” Shikamaru tells the stars.

There’s a quiet chuckle, and then Minato leans over him again, blue eyes warm in the shifting firelight. He dangles a ration bar over Shikamaru’s face, swinging it lightly, and says, “It might look better after a meal?”

Shikamaru sighs, but Minato has a point. He’s pretty useless right now, but if he can get the chance—

Well. For now being here is definitely safer than being in his Konoha, what with a band of very dedicated priests trying to kill him and retrieve the scroll that bonded itself to him.

…Shikamaru hates that that is a reasonable sentence that he can say and understand. It’s all Naruto’s fault somehow, he’s sure of it.

“Thanks,” he says, not quite grudgingly, and starts to pull himself up—

Long, callused fingers press a chunk of mealy protein against his lips, and Shikamaru is so startled his mouth opens automatically. Minato gives him a cheerful smile, settling next to him, and damn it, but Shikamaru’s always lowkey thought of him as gorgeous, but that was before he knew his hands smelled like honing oil and a trace of mint.

“Sorry,” Minato tells him sincerely. “I can’t risk untying you right now, but I can still feed you. No need to be rude about it, right?”

Shikamaru doesn’t quite swallow his tongue along with the ration bar, but it’s a near thing. And—maybe he’s spent too long around Choji, who takes food very seriously, but feeding another person is not what you do unless you mean it.

Oh no, Shikamaru thinks, staring at the man who killed twelve shinobi in the space of a few seconds, who had him tied up and pinned to the ground before he could even summon his shadows. Who’s sitting close now, their shoulders practically brushing.

Shikamaru isn’t exactly a stranger to sexual attraction—he’s been dealing with both Ino and Sai for years now, and their ongoing, insistent attempts to wrangle him into another threesome—but this…

This is goddamn troublesome, and Shikamaru objects wholeheartedly.

a v small AU where Uraraka is the star of a softball team!! her teammates call her Infinity Girl bc she has the highest ever streak record of home runs~ ^^

(disclaimer is i’ve never played softball a day in my life lmao, also I may do some of the other girls too bc i have a few ideas if anyone is interested~)

Me, before watching this weeks epi of LoT: This is super messed up that I am lowkey shipping Rip with the fucking AI of the ship. I guess this is my new low.

LoT: *gives Gideon a body for an episode and Rip kisses her after an emotional parting while also it being canon that both Gideon and Rip remember said kiss and liked it*

Me, after watching LoT: Throw me in the dumpster because I am hiGHKEY SHIPPING RIP AND GIDEON.

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gukdoo: “i should have taken you home. i’m sorry. also you pushed me, so what? what are you doing worrying about me? hurry up and go home okay.”

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[ Moonfire Faire 2017 ]


Greetings from the Isle of Endless Summer! We had a blast this year running about lighting fireworks and beating up random pirates and crabs! The fact that you can actually swim this year made this even better. So even if we can’t be together irl to have fun beach parties, at least we can pretend, right? XD

I love you nerds a lot. <3

Secret Santa Gift EXCHANGE!

This is my secret santa gift for @pozolegirl 

I was so excited when I got my assignment and it was for someone whose work I already knew and admired! I hope you like your gift!! 


“So you were right.”

“Was I now?”

“Yes. Ladybug agreed that buying expensive jewelry for a girl you are not dating does, in fact, send mixed signals.” Chat sighed as he dropped down through the skylight and sprawled out against the bedding.

“I told you.” Marinette grinned smugly, not even bothering to look up at him from her desk.

“I can’t believe that you two are ganging up on me!” Chat whined, burying his face into her giant cat pillow.

“I can’t believe you talk about me to Ladybug.” Marinette laughed, her attention already back to whatever project she was currently working on.

“well, she doesn’t like it if I talk too much about my civilian life and you are my only other friend as Chat Noir.”

“I know but… never mind.” She shook her head softly, muttering something under her breath.

“So what sort of present do you want me to get you for Christmas?” Chat asked peering over the loft railing. She froze, her eyebrows furrowing. He grinned in anticipation.

“You already got me a present remember? The absurdly expensive piece of jewelry?” She finally looked up at him with an eyebrow raised challengingly.

“Yeah but you hated it.” He smirked.

“I did not hate it! I just thought a 295 Euro necklace was a little much for a just friends present.”

“Yes you made your feelings on that perfectly clear last time. The point is I need to get you a present that you actually appreciate getting.”

“I do appreciate it! I am literally wearing it right now!”

“That’s just cause you feel guilty. I will get you the perfect present. Just watch.”

Marinette groaned, pulling distractedly on her pigtails.

“Chat you are being ridiculous. You don’t need to get me another present.”

“What do you want?” he asked, grinning wider.

“I want you to not get me another present.”

“Try again. What do you want?”

“I’m not telling you,” she huffed.

“Fine. I have other ways of figuring things out. Just you wait Princess, I will get you the perfect Christmas present.” He stood up, giving her a jaunty salute as he pulled himself back up through the skylight.

“Chat!” She called after him.

He waited silently on her terrace, holding back the bubble of laughter in his chest. He could hear her shuffling around in the room, waiting to see if he would poke his head back in or if he had actually gone.

“Stupid cat,” she muttered finally.

Only then did he disappear into the night.

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Look At Me (Requested)

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader
Request:  Hey can u do #4 from the embarrassing dialogue prompt list ? With peter maximoff ❤️ +  Number 7 from the embarrassing prompt list with peter maximoff pretty please  
Word Count: 1209
Warning: Fluff, lil angst, swearing, Peter being a dork, somewhat nudity?? 
A/N: I combined requests because efficiency (and I’m lazy) So enjoy!! 
Tagging: @notsoprettykitty, @stovehairington, @writing-rogue


Originally posted by despairingfever

((gif not mine, credit to owner)) 


“You think Y/n likes me?” Peter asked Jubilee as they laid on the lawn, music playing quietly through Peter’s speakers.

“I don’t know, I mean you act like a total idiot around them.” She stated propping herself up while Peter huffed.

“Nu-uh.”

“You totally do, you tripped over your feet when Y/n smiled at you, dropped a mug on the floor when they walked by and remember the time you walked into the lamp post.”

“Pfft no one saw that…did they?” Peter asked, somewhat desperately while she snorted.

“Yeah everyone saw you walk into a pole when they said hi. It was kind of hilarious.” Jubilee giggled while Peter groaned.

“Fuck, I can’t help it, when they’re around I just can’t think straight. Y/n just does something to me, I feel like I can’t breathe, but it’s exhilarating–I don’t know, never mind.” Peter shrugged it off while Jubilee ogled over his head over heels state.

“I’m pretty sure you’re past liking Y/n. You’re in looooove.” She chirped while heat rose to Peter’s face.

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humid

Though Levi’s lived on the island for nearly ten years now, there are some things he’ll never grow accustomed to. Sure, the swaying palm trees and the easy-going and friendly attitude of the locals are what had prompted him to move there for good, not to mention the sunny weather. Winters are his favorite, because that’s usually when the flow of tourists eases at least a little and the temperature remains pleasantly warm.

Now, during summer, the sun is just a little too unforgiving for his tastes. Their guests seem to love it, though, many of them sunbathing by the pool for hours, and of course coming to Levi for refreshments. On particularly busy days like this he’s been allowed to snatch Hanji from the restaurant to help him serve drinks, a privilege that he uses quite often. Even though they have a fan whirring away behind the bar, it gets really damn hot and humid working through the sunniest hours of the day, so it’s no wonder Levi’s constantly reaching for a tissue to wipe off the sweat on his face.

They reach a bit of a lull and he finally gets the chance to sit down for a moment. He downs the rest of his water bottle in one swift gulp, swallowing the already lukewarm water before muttering, “Fucking hell.”

“I know,” Hanji calls out from where they’re wiping down the counter. “That one woman with the pink hat kept insisting that the ice in her drink wasn’t ‘cold enough’. People are horrible.”

He and Hanji have known each other for a long time, so it’s not uncommon for them to catch up on gossip and complain amongst themselves whenever they’re working together. Thankfully, no matter how wealthy, tourists are still tourists, and the vast majority of their customers don’t speak a word of Spanish, which leaves the two of them to talk to each other about whatever they feel like. Hanji seems to know everything about literally everyone, and even now they move to nudge Levi lightly as they nod towards the pool area.

“Have you seen the eyecandy that’s staying in the penthouse suite?” they ask with a waggle of their brows. “He’s just your type. The one who’s getting out of the pool just now, near the showers.”

Levi chuckles at that, but the laughter dies on his lips as soon as he notices the eyecandy Hanji’s referring to. “Damn,” he states, his gaze trailing from the strong lines of the man’s shoulders down to those shapely biceps and even lower along his sculpted abs as he follows the small trail of dark hair that disappears under the waistband of his shorts. His beautiful bronzed skin is shimmering with moisture, droplets falling from his wet hair as he rakes his hand through it. Unfortunately he’s soon covering up all those gorgeous muscles as he dries off with a towel, making Levi let out a disappointed sigh. “That body is a work of art.”

“Told you,” Hanji drawls out. “I heard he’s some German businessman. The lady who’s been cleaning his room claims that he leaves a tip for her every day.”

“I’d clean all of him, if you know what I mean,” Levi says flatly, still busy appreciating the hot German businessman’s back and thinking about how good that tan skin would look with his marks all over it. “I mean with my tongue.”

Just then the man happens to look over his shoulder and those brilliant green eyes lock on to his, almost as if he’d heard Levi’s words. He’s several feet away and supposedly German so it’s most likely not the case, but it still feels a little eerie. And damn, that shining green of his eyes does cause little nervous flutters to run through Levi.

He gives a polite smile before turning his attention back to Hanji. “He could tip me any day and in any position, if you catch my drift,” he goes on as he moves to restocking the fridge with more juice and lemonade. “Penthouse suite, huh?”

Hanji nods with a slight laugh. “Yeah, it’s the first time I’m seeing him around the pool, though.” They’re about to say something else but suddenly there’s a couple of British ladies asking for another cocktails by the counter, and Hanji reaches for the glasses with their usual customer service smile. It’s the same ladies who’d asked Levi to give them Sex by the Pool yesterday and he’s still not sure whether they’d been asking for some absurd drink or for actual sex by the pool, though their frantic blushing and giggles had hinted at the latter. He remains behind the counter just in case until Hanji’s handed them their drinks, inspecting the soda cans for a needlessly long time until he’s sure the sound of their footsteps has faded into the distance.

After the two ladies Hanji moves to serve a yet another customer, and Levi hears them pointing out the drinks menu to them in German. Maybe it’s the language that catches his attention, and as he turns his head and catches a glimpse of tan skin and messy brown hair he instantly knows who it is. He glances down along at the man’s body, you know, just to make sure, and yeah, those are definitely the abs he’d just been admiring.

He steps closer to the fan to soak up the gentle breeze blowing from it as he remarks, still in Spanish, “Look at that stomach. I would definitely do shots off of his abs.”

Hanji’s eyes widen as they sputter a little before barking out a laugh. “Damn, do I need to shove you into the pool in order to cool you off or something?”

“Probably, yeah. Shove him in with me while you’re at it,” he states as he discreetly steals a look at those sharp, handsome features. The German man seems completely oblivious to what they’re talking about, instead smiling at something on his phone while glancing through the list of drinks. “Seriously, that is the most gorgeous tourist I’ve ever seen.”

Just then he appears to have made up his mind, ordering one glass of orange juice and one Papaya Dream from Hanji. Levi hands them the juice and then resumes desperately trying to cool off by the fan. It’s not very effective, but then he gets the idea to also fan himself with one of their menus, and oh, God, what sweet relief from the humid warmth it brings him.

“He’s probably travelling with his wife,” he wonders out loud as Hanji passes him by on their way to grab the vodka. “Because that is our fruitiest cocktail.”

“Hey, I think it’s pretty good,” Hanji retorts, a little defensive.

“That only proves my point,” Levi replies with a cackle as Hanji rolls their eyes at him.

Hanji makes the man has drinks quickly enough and wishes him a good day. Just then Levi decides to pay specific attention on his ass as he’s walking away since he hasn’t yet had the chance to check out that part of him. His plan is severely impeded by the fact that the beautiful man happens to look up at him right at that moment, and before Levi knows it, he takes a few steps and is standing right in front on him on the other side of the counter.

Then, those green eyes alight with mischief, he says in perfect, if slightly accentuated Spanish, “This is for you.” He slides the glass of orange juice over to Levi. “Sounds like you’re a little hot.” His gaze flickers over Levi’s body appreciatively and he adds in a low voice, “Looks like it, too.”

“Uh.” It’s all he manages to get out, growing even redder and sweatier than he was before with those smoldering, playful eyes fixed on him. Hanji looks like they’re desperately trying not to laugh, which is not helping the situation at all.

Hasta luego, cariño,” the man says with a quirk of his lips before walking off, leaving behind the orange juice and a very flushed and mortified Levi. That apparently does it for Hanji and they burst into uncontrollable giggles, and amongst all the confusion, Levi doesn’t even remember to check out the man’s ass.

He does drink the orange juice, though, since it would just go down the drain otherwise, and despite of his embarrassment, he can’t help but to imagine how it might taste when licked off of the gorgeous stranger’s belly button.

COUNTING BODIES LIKE SHEEP
TO THE RHYTHM OF THE WAR DRUM

I don’t give Coal enough attention tbh, he’s really fun to draw