Original lineart by Llawll I just wanted to color it because I am a little bit of an awful person who has had an insane glee over it all morning ok
this is what I make of my life
and I couldn’t be happier
//neither jamie nor I are sorry at all
/casually cackles into the distance
Keep Kirin and Celestina away from that story. Andfromeachother.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s 3am or if it’s because I’ve had this idea in my head for two weeks, but I’m pretty damn amused with myself.
I think Jamie has had less sleep than I’ve had he has mad bags under his eyes.
Dante is not a nice person. Always. But especially in Jamie’s “wow I met your boss like twice and he’s really fucking scary” fanfiction. [So of course his first instinct is to write sexual-tension fic about his boyfriend and the scary guy, right, sure.]
Jamie Horatio is going to leave you you nut case.
please excuse the eternal shittiness
WIP of a badass lady-killer umbreon
maybe when it’s not four am I can look at this with a clear mind and figure out what the heck is going on with his clothes
I downloaded some new brushes and I wanted to try them out ┐´// v//｀┌
A noble lady Florges gijinka and her Aegislash bodyguard, who’s protect her family for hundreds of years. He saved her when her city got destroyed by Yveltal, and vowed to protect her as the last of her line.
I’ve been watching too much I Dream of Jeannie
When police detective and former soldier Shifu gets gravely wounded on a case and stuck out in a warehouse located firmly in the middle of nowhere without any way of calling for backup, he figures that it’s looking pretty close to the end for him. Unwilling to give up totally, he searches his immediate surroundings for anything that might help (either to call for assistance or for stemming the frankly alarming quantity of blood he’s losing), but all he manages to do is knock a fancy bottle off a shelf beside him (which hits him in the head, no less). Resigned to his seeming inevitable fate, he very nearly misses when the bottle’s stopper falls out, sending a warm red smoke spilling forth. In the same moment, a (ah, rather exotically dressed) man appears, who looks positively delighted and starts up in some language Shifu isn’t sure he knows (he thinks it might be Arabic).
The kiss isn’t entirely expected, either.
It’s possible that, as far as dying moments go, getting kissed by scantily clad Arabic men appearing from magic bottles isn’t so bad, but he’d rather skip the dying part altogether. Luckily for him, language barriers or not, the man notices Shifu’s wound (it would be hard to miss) and, looking momentarily and mildly distressed, nods at it, then looks pointedly back at the detective. When Shifu looks at him blankly, he gestures at the wound again and stares more intently.
"What? Can you do something about it?" He’s not so sure how, given the lack of readily available medical supplies, but it’s worth a try.
The man nods, and continues staring at him pointedly.
After a long few moments of more pointed staring and a distinct lack of action, it’s all the detective can do to sigh in his resignation. “I sure wish you would, then.”
And like that, it’s as if he’s flipped a light switch. The man’s face lights up like he’s hit the jackpot lottery, and he nods again.
Only this time, he nods and Shifu’s wound knits back together like magic.
Biting back some of the more colorful invectives he knows, he quickly presses his hands to the spot, but sure enough, not even a scratch remains. Looking back up at the man, he stares and, finally, asks “how on earth did you do that?”
All he gets for that question is one of the most smug smiles he’s ever seen.
"Do you speak English?" he tries, because for whatever reason this guy can understand English, but has only, so far, spoken Middle Easter languages he doesn’t have the privileged of knowing. That question only earns him a thoughtful, almost curious stare from this stranger-cum-savior, and so, feeling just a little bit silly, he tries “I wish you could speak English?”
"I thought you’d never get around to saying that."
Well, that answers the insane theory that had been growing in his head.
After that, it’s easy enough to wish that backup would come for him.
While he waits for his team to show up, he gets all the details. The man’s name is Makoto, and he is, in fact, a genie. He’s been trapped in his bottle (prison, he called it) for over two thousand years, and, having been the one responsible for freeing him, Shifu is now his master. Judging by the smile on his face when he announces that, Shifu guesses that the genie finds that a much more pleasant idea than Shifu does.
"I can’t own you. You saved my life. What if I wished you to be free?"
"Then I’d be free." He answers with a shrug, like it’s one of the more obvious things in the world.
"Then I wish you to be free!" Because freedom is generally a good thing, especially after two thousand years stuck in a prison the size of a bottle of jack, and even more especially since he’d saved Shifu’s life.
Before Makoto can respond, Shifu hears the sudden skidding and stopping of tires outside the warehouse doors, which means that the cavalry has finally arrived. He gets up, and when he turns to thank the genie one last time, he finds him gone. Probably off to enjoy two thousand years of pent up energy, he expects, and makes his way outside. It takes more than a few words to reassure Jomei that, despite the buckets of blood on his clothes, that yes, he’s fine.
If an ornate bottle slips into the car unnoticed along with him right before he closes the door then, well, it’s of its own free will.
Afterwards follow shenanigans where Shifu tries to keep his new devoted and sometimes jealous genie a secret from his friends and co-workers in order to avoid losing his job. Makoto does his best to make his Master’s life easier, but adjusting to the modern world is a little more difficult than he thought, and Shifu doesn’t always appreciate some of his more inspired ideas.
A much-needed update for Ryoko