bubleboobo
li sten…..
yaushieGreat Sovereign, take your throne.
What lies ahead, only you can see.
I finally finished DSii the other night and today, while DSiii was downloading, I did a redraw of one of the final cut scenes. Sniff.. I’m gonna miss Green Bean.
skyesentinels
legendarydesvender
“Fans, it’s me… Hail-Raiser~ ♥”
So a couple days ago I was telling friends that Lance doesn’t actually need a coat because he doesn’t get cold; its sole purpose = dramatic stripping before fights like Obi-Wan Kenobi and his infinite cloaks.
His superhero teammates are suffering.
(Parody of this iconic Anastasia scene. First time rotoscoping[?] or animating anything so it’s a bit wobbly in places ahaha. This was really fun, mainly bc some frames looked really silly.)
efrondeur
vvinterhavvk
- commenting on fic before you're friends with the author: Thank you for sharing this wonderful story with us, I loved it so much! You're such a skilled writer and your characterization is excellent. Bookmarking so I can read it again later :)
- commenting on fic after you're friends with the author: hey bITCH how DARRREEEEE you. can i get a uhhhhhhh fucken happy ending??? but omg that one part i'm? ahfbshdbglhfdas anyway i'm coming to your house to murder you but thnx so much for the update ilysm
xnighten
illmamnim
yaboku
chocmarss
long looks at the sun
Summary: A poorly kept secret is a disaster that’s waiting to burst into their faces.
voltron. sheith. anna karenina au. T (ao3)
I started this out of impulse after watching Anna Karenina ft. Keira Knightly, and I thought I’d continue this until it’ll turn into a full fledge fic but it didn’t and, well,
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
But I really like this piece and I recommend watching the movie because it’s so aesthetically pleasing. Enjoy!
A poorly kept secret is a disaster that’s waiting to burst into their faces.
“You’re beginning to look desperate,” Allura murmurs against the rim of the flute glass, letting Keith feather a kiss onto the silken glove of her knuckles. “It’s unattractive.”
Perhaps, but the thought doesn’t bother him as he merely ignores the stares from the people milling around the room, and instead accepts another glass of the same red wine that’s been passed into his hold while he makes himself comfortable on the empty space beside her. He takes a sip, and he knows how hard she’s trying to not roll her eyes at his dismissal. “Is there any chance that he’ll come?”
ruinedchildhood
