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pastel goth michael with cat ears and skeleton leggings for mpregashton :D

pastel goth michael with cat ears and skeleton leggings for mpregashton :D



I’ve gotten a lot of new followers lately and as a thank you I’d like to have a giveaway. Nothing super amazing just a free commission.
So guidelines are pretty basic. You don’t have to be following me, but that would be awesome since it’s a follower giveaway. Reblog as many times as you’d like and I’ll choose someone on Friday August 8th.
Winner will get a free commission. Full color and as detailed as you want. The only restrictions are that I won’t draw anything nsfw and no more than two characters. Please have your ask open/be willing to give me your email.
Regular commission info here.
Other places you can find me:
Society6
Storenvy
Redbubble
Main blog

I’ve gotten a lot of new followers lately and as a thank you I’d like to have a giveaway. Nothing super amazing just a free commission.

So guidelines are pretty basic. You don’t have to be following me, but that would be awesome since it’s a follower giveaway. Reblog as many times as you’d like and I’ll choose someone on Friday August 8th.

Winner will get a free commission. Full color and as detailed as you want. The only restrictions are that I won’t draw anything nsfw and no more than two characters. Please have your ask open/be willing to give me your email.

Regular commission info here.

Other places you can find me:

Society6

Storenvy

Redbubble

Main blog



Scott sometimes lets Stiles play captain. Stiles demands to be called Captain Stilinski and makes the most ridiculous commands etc. The crew just goes along with it because it’s obvious to the entire ship that Scott has a thing for Stiles.

So excited that I can finally post this! Star Trek AU for the sciles reversebang. Thank you to my wonderful author coucourfeyrac for writing fic for it:

We Were Made for This - Scott can’t figure out whether he’s lucky or not to have a crew who know him so well, but in the end they got him here, so he can’t complain.

Scott sometimes lets Stiles play captain. Stiles demands to be called Captain Stilinski and makes the most ridiculous commands etc. The crew just goes along with it because it’s obvious to the entire ship that Scott has a thing for Stiles.

So excited that I can finally post this! Star Trek AU for the sciles reversebang. Thank you to my wonderful author coucourfeyrac for writing fic for it:

We Were Made for This - Scott can’t figure out whether he’s lucky or not to have a crew who know him so well, but in the end they got him here, so he can’t complain.




feyluke:

inflomora-art:


"ash tried to take a seflie during a run in with a hellhound and nearly had his leg torn off what are we going to do with him? he’s an idiot"

follow up to this


“ASH WATCH OUT!!”
and if ashton had just put his phone away after taking the picture, he probably could have still had time to actually make use of his seraph blade, but of course he had to look at the picture to make sure it was good. turning back to the hellhound in front of him just as it leaps, luke lets out a frustrated yell as he throws his blade at the hellhound and embeds it into its skull. the hellhound’s forward momentum causes it to crash into him, throwing him down into the pavement. he hears bones crunch and his shoulder is probably scraped raw and luke doesn’t have time to care. as he pushes the hellhound aside, spitting out wiry fur and blood, he looks back to ashton and scrambles up.
no time to grab the blade, no time to grab another weapon, the second hellhound has already torn its claws through ashton’s calf and used its other paw to bat him down—ashton barely yells out as he hits the ground, bless him—and luke sprints over, grabbing the hellhound in a headlock and heaving it backwards before it can bite ashton.
“i got it, make sure you’re okay,” luke quickly yells, before ashton gets the bright idea to try and get up. ashton winces and kneels anyway, leaning forward as far as he can, just enough to slice his blade through the hellhound’s spiked tail as it whipped around to strike at luke. the spiked end falls to the ground, limp and useless. luke, too mad to be grateful, throws him a furious look and ashton just turns his grimace into a grin.
the hellhound’s red eyes roll up to glare at luke as its snarls in warning, snapping its teeth: hey punk remember me? luke snarls back and swings a leg over the hellhound, trying to keeping it in place long enough to gain the leverage to break its neck. the hellhound struggles against him enough to have thrown him aside any other time, but the sight of ashton’s blood is seared into luke’s mind. it makes something familiar and deep inside him rise up to the surface, burning like acid, and he tightens his hold on the hound’s neck, kicks the hound’s ribs one after another, shards of rib breaking through flesh—the hound goes down and luke’s got one hand on either side of its jaw, pulls it open, never breaking eye contact with the hellhound, whose snarl has reduced to harsh, ragged breaths, as he slowly tears its jaw apart, bones snapping and flesh ripping, the hellhound twitching helplessly underneath him—he just keeps pulling its jaw apart until he stops seeing ashton’s blood and sees only the hound’s blood-red eyes whirling around frantically inside their bleeding sockets and —
“LUCAS.”
ashton’s slightly hysterical voice cuts through the air, hoarse as though he’s been yelling for a while, and luke feels a lump of dread drop to the base of his stomach and suddenly he doesn’t see anything. he doesn’t look over at ashton, doesn’t meet what he knows will be a horrified expression and terrified eyes. instead he takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and swiftly snaps the hellhound’s neck, ending it. he breathes in and out until the acidic burning under his skin simmers to an irritating itch.
when he opens his eyes again, he is on his knees, hands on the pavement, leaning over the dead animal. he lets out a shaky, lifeless laugh and gets up, moving swiftly to where ashton is trying to clean his wound like some sort of mundane. luke brings out his stele, knocks aside ashton’s hands, and sets to making an iratze. he presses down as hard as he can, making a point.
“fuck!” ashton cries. he touches luke’s arm, as if to calm him. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry alright?”
luke sets his jaw and finishes the iratze with only slightly less force. he sits back and feels the itch under his skin start to burn again as he watches ashton’s wound heal. he sees ashton’s chest rise and mouth start to open, like he’s about to say something, and luke really can’t deal with ashton saying anything right now. so he grabs ashton’s shirt tight like a lifeline and pulls him in, kisses him hard and kisses again even harder.
he mumbles “you’re going to get yourself killed” in apology for his behaviour, some sort of excuse, hands moving to cup ashton’s face. ashton kisses him gently in response.

feyluke:

inflomora-art:

"ash tried to take a seflie during a run in with a hellhound and nearly had his leg torn off what are we going to do with him? he’s an idiot"

follow up to this

“ASH WATCH OUT!!”

and if ashton had just put his phone away after taking the picture, he probably could have still had time to actually make use of his seraph blade, but of course he had to look at the picture to make sure it was good. turning back to the hellhound in front of him just as it leaps, luke lets out a frustrated yell as he throws his blade at the hellhound and embeds it into its skull. the hellhound’s forward momentum causes it to crash into him, throwing him down into the pavement. he hears bones crunch and his shoulder is probably scraped raw and luke doesn’t have time to care. as he pushes the hellhound aside, spitting out wiry fur and blood, he looks back to ashton and scrambles up.

no time to grab the blade, no time to grab another weapon, the second hellhound has already torn its claws through ashton’s calf and used its other paw to bat him down—ashton barely yells out as he hits the ground, bless him—and luke sprints over, grabbing the hellhound in a headlock and heaving it backwards before it can bite ashton.

“i got it, make sure you’re okay,” luke quickly yells, before ashton gets the bright idea to try and get up. ashton winces and kneels anyway, leaning forward as far as he can, just enough to slice his blade through the hellhound’s spiked tail as it whipped around to strike at luke. the spiked end falls to the ground, limp and useless. luke, too mad to be grateful, throws him a furious look and ashton just turns his grimace into a grin.

the hellhound’s red eyes roll up to glare at luke as its snarls in warning, snapping its teeth: hey punk remember me? luke snarls back and swings a leg over the hellhound, trying to keeping it in place long enough to gain the leverage to break its neck. the hellhound struggles against him enough to have thrown him aside any other time, but the sight of ashton’s blood is seared into luke’s mind. it makes something familiar and deep inside him rise up to the surface, burning like acid, and he tightens his hold on the hound’s neck, kicks the hound’s ribs one after another, shards of rib breaking through flesh—the hound goes down and luke’s got one hand on either side of its jaw, pulls it open, never breaking eye contact with the hellhound, whose snarl has reduced to harsh, ragged breaths, as he slowly tears its jaw apart, bones snapping and flesh ripping, the hellhound twitching helplessly underneath him—he just keeps pulling its jaw apart until he stops seeing ashton’s blood and sees only the hound’s blood-red eyes whirling around frantically inside their bleeding sockets and —

“LUCAS.”

ashton’s slightly hysterical voice cuts through the air, hoarse as though he’s been yelling for a while, and luke feels a lump of dread drop to the base of his stomach and suddenly he doesn’t see anything. he doesn’t look over at ashton, doesn’t meet what he knows will be a horrified expression and terrified eyes. instead he takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and swiftly snaps the hellhound’s neck, ending it. he breathes in and out until the acidic burning under his skin simmers to an irritating itch.

when he opens his eyes again, he is on his knees, hands on the pavement, leaning over the dead animal. he lets out a shaky, lifeless laugh and gets up, moving swiftly to where ashton is trying to clean his wound like some sort of mundane. luke brings out his stele, knocks aside ashton’s hands, and sets to making an iratze. he presses down as hard as he can, making a point.

“fuck!” ashton cries. he touches luke’s arm, as if to calm him. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry alright?”

luke sets his jaw and finishes the iratze with only slightly less force. he sits back and feels the itch under his skin start to burn again as he watches ashton’s wound heal. he sees ashton’s chest rise and mouth start to open, like he’s about to say something, and luke really can’t deal with ashton saying anything right now. so he grabs ashton’s shirt tight like a lifeline and pulls him in, kisses him hard and kisses again even harder.

he mumbles “you’re going to get yourself killed” in apology for his behaviour, some sort of excuse, hands moving to cup ashton’s face. ashton kisses him gently in response.

posted 3 weeks ago via feyluke · originally inflomora-art
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"ash tried to take a seflie during a run in with a hellhound and nearly had his leg torn off what are we going to do with him? he’s an idiot"

follow up to this

"ash tried to take a seflie during a run in with a hellhound and nearly had his leg torn off what are we going to do with him? he’s an idiot"

follow up to this



feyluke:

#headcanon luke is really into mundie stuff and has this old polaroid camera AND USES IT TO TAKE PICTURES OF TWO THINGS: ASHTON AND HIS PLANT #HIS ROOM JUST HAS A WALL OF POLAROIDS #*plants #i had something else to say and i forgot what it was :( #NIKKI THIS COULD BE LIKE RIGHT BEFORE THE NAIL PAINTING OMFG #GONNA DRAW THE THING
no yeah like he’s so into mundie stuff he doesnt completely fit into either the fey or the nephilim world (he’s been rejected by one and he’s looked down on as inferior by the other) so he explores the mundie world (he spends all his time protecting them from demons after all, makes sense to get to know parts of them) i lost my train of thought okay anyway
could you imagine michael and calum visiting the institute and going into luke’s room and seeing his polaroids oh my god actually luke would probably never let that happen i bet those two have never been in the institute, not because they’re downworlders but because if they saw luke’s room he would literally die and he’s not giving them that
and omfgg michael is throwing a low-key party or something, luke and ashton are kind of chilling out off in a corner and luke’s feeling uncomfortable so ashton just slings his arm around him to be like “i’m here, i’m familiar” probably whispering all low in his ear and stuff like “can you do my herbology homework” and calum takes luke’s camera and is taking pictures of everyone and he looks over at them and is like ‘omfg’ and grabs their attention and snaps a photo and later it probably goes under luke’s pillow or something
and the party dies down and nail polish happens.

feyluke:

#headcanon luke is really into mundie stuff and has this old polaroid camera AND USES IT TO TAKE PICTURES OF TWO THINGS: ASHTON AND HIS PLANT #HIS ROOM JUST HAS A WALL OF POLAROIDS #*plants #i had something else to say and i forgot what it was :( #NIKKI THIS COULD BE LIKE RIGHT BEFORE THE NAIL PAINTING OMFG #GONNA DRAW THE THING

no yeah like he’s so into mundie stuff he doesnt completely fit into either the fey or the nephilim world (he’s been rejected by one and he’s looked down on as inferior by the other) so he explores the mundie world (he spends all his time protecting them from demons after all, makes sense to get to know parts of them) i lost my train of thought okay anyway

could you imagine michael and calum visiting the institute and going into luke’s room and seeing his polaroids oh my god actually luke would probably never let that happen i bet those two have never been in the institute, not because they’re downworlders but because if they saw luke’s room he would literally die and he’s not giving them that

and omfgg michael is throwing a low-key party or something, luke and ashton are kind of chilling out off in a corner and luke’s feeling uncomfortable so ashton just slings his arm around him to be like “i’m here, i’m familiar” probably whispering all low in his ear and stuff like “can you do my herbology homework” and calum takes luke’s camera and is taking pictures of everyone and he looks over at them and is like ‘omfg’ and grabs their attention and snaps a photo and later it probably goes under luke’s pillow or something

and the party dies down and nail polish happens.

posted 3 weeks ago via feyluke · originally inflomora-art
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