#harrison au

[martikmeow]

The Beatles of the Yellow Submarine as My Little Pony!!!!

⭐️💗✌🏾🍀🌞🍏🧿💛

[scourgiez]

fem get back Beatles 🫶

even though i didn’t really design any “feminine” versions of the clothes they already wore (except paula’s) this was still fun to do (hairstyles!)

[caamp0110]

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[johnlennonyaoi]

do you guys like them. chronically online Beatles

[yuarose]

Decided to experiment on the eye shapes and also some changes to designs in the process—

[user-name-h3re]

hey mootie patootie.. leans against wall you should draw Harrison’s dad ahahaha.. /nf

I really want to draw the parents more but they're pretty difficult to draw for me for some reason

Uum nsfw below? Kinda

[gweelczz]

“Cat Got Your Tongue?” PT. 1

Rosalie Otterbourne × Black!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive, smut in pt.2, Rosalie being the only woman ever, reader is a simp off rip, reader is the sister of Cab Calloway and the cousin of Billie Holiday, Rosalie has rizz

Summary: Being in love she didn't know whether she was falling or flying but she was airborne either way... or a story about a woman falling head over heels for another woman in the 1930s

Hello everyone! I am Red, I’m new to writing on this app so I hope you all enjoy my stories

—“In my solitude….”

Her voice rang out, bold but sweet being amplified by the silver microphone in front of her. A white mink wrapped around her shoulders with satin gloves to match, her gown cascading to the ground wrapping around her mid arm showing off her collarbones and shoulders. Her dark hair pinned with a side part showing off her sparkling diamond earrings she’s never been seen without.

She gripped the microphone with a ring clad hand, her face expressing an expression of pain and longing. How she longed to be kissed in the darkness of the night and held close to a warm chest as she slept. She hated sleeping alone, the bed was always so cold and too big, loneliness was a heavy cloud hanging over her pouring down sadness as she sang from her heart a song by one of het favorite artists who too understood what it was like to be alone, to crave being desired and wanted.

She quickly wiped a tear bowing her head in defeat succumbing to the emptiness in her heart, she sang once more her voice never wavering no matter how broken she was “In my solitude…”. Her auburn orbs scanned the silvery fogged room as she sang not looking for anything in particular, that is until another set of dark eyes found hers.

They belonged to a fellow woman, her skin, the perfect description of coffee beans. Eyes sparkling underneath the lights filled with curiosity, her shoulders rolled back as she stood her demeanor reeking of power mixed with independence. An arched eyebrow raised at Y/N, those dark eyes wordlessly asking her a question “who are you?”.

Y/N continued to sing to the crowd until her set came to an end. She bowed softly sweetly thanking the crowd before exiting stage left to give the spotlight to her brother Cab Calloway and his band. She made her way over to the bar ordering a drink as the upbeat jazz music rang throughout the club. She tapped her feet to the music glancing around observing her surroundings.

She wasn’t one for big places like this filled wall to wall with people, she was a homebody at heart preferring to stay home with a glass of wine and a good book. She had no interest in sleazy men who couldn’t take no for an answer or men in general for that matter. No no, she wanted to be a woman’s woman.

Y/N sighed to herself turning to face the stage when she felt a tap on her shoulder, turning to her left she prepared herself to cuss out yet another man who didn’t know how to take a hint only for the words to die in her throat.

She rendered herself speechless once she discovered who touched her, she turned coming face to face with the one and only Rosalie Otterbourne. “I.. I um..” she couldn’t bring herself to speak to the beautiful woman who decided to bless Y/N with her presence.

She opened her mouth to try again when she heard it, the sweetest sound she’d ever heard besides music. She’d heard a giggle, a soft giggle rang out from Rosalie’s throat as she stared at the speeches woman. “Cat got ya tongue honey?” She softly laughed slightly throwing her head back as she did so. Y/N thought she was beautiful from afar but she was breathtaking up close. Rosalie smirked at the other holding out her hand “I’m Rosalie, Rosalie Otterbourne niece and manager of the Salome Otterbourne. What’s your name sugar?”

Y/N swooned at the southern accent dripping from Rosalie’s lips, she took the other’s hand gently shaking it with a smile “I’m Y/N Calloway”. Rosalie’s smile faltered a bit at she gazed at the woman in front of her “as in the sister of the Cab Calloway?” Her eyes widening slightly as she spoke.

Y/N slightly chuckled, eyes flickering towards her brother on the stage who was already looking at her with a grin before turning her attention back to Rosalie. “Yes ma’am the one and only” she took a sip of her drink smiling at Rosalie, she noticed she was still holding the other’s hand as she gazed down for a second.

She quickly let go not noticing the way Rosalie frowned at this. Rosalie being the bold woman she is took Y/N’s hand into hers once more as she slid into the seat beside her. “You can hold my hand honey, I don’t mind it one bit especially if it’s a beautiful woman” Rosalie winked at Y/N before she turned her attention to the bartender ordering herself a drink. “Lord knows I shouldn’t drink on the job but a little liquid courage ain’t neva hurt nobody”

Y/N nodded her head in agreement humming as a vocal response. She took this time to take in the beauty next to her that went by the name of Rosalie. Her eyes scanned from her black hair down the black pumps her feet adorned. She knew of Ms. Otterbourne but to see her in the flesh boldly flirting with her was another. Raising her glass to her lips she downed her drink to get some courage before she shot back a flirt herself. “Well you’re one to speak Ms. Otterbourne, I’ve been blessed with the presence of a goddess”

This in turn made Rosalie turn in her seat placinga hand onto Y/N’s knee with a smirk. “Now that’s more like it, how about after my performance we go up to my room and talk as friends, I sure could use one”. Y/N nodded her head agreeing automatically, she wanted this woman and she was hell bent on making Rosalie hers. “Sounds great to me, you blow these people outta the water now ya hear?” Rosalie tilted her head back releasing a laugh while giving Y/N a glimpse of her sparkling teeth. “I shall do just that”

[twinscovercorner]

Drawings i made for fnaf au tiktok video. I was planning to put explanation in here, but suddenly got idea to make Gregory being narrated what happened after he finally back home.

For AU explanation, this is about Gregory actually have a mother and he finally back home after the event in Pizzaplex, thanks for Freddy and Vanessa took care of him and helped him back home. This AU will be more focus to my oc Laura, but also trio there, and for bonus this AU contain Glammike AU too.

Here's the video link:

[474lyse]

Gary tagged you

[chrzannekk]

i come with more punk au things !! im in the process of piecing everything together and all of you are witnessing it live in motion

here is my camp counsellor ered design :}

[martikmeow]

Ringo and George as Morticia and Gomez Addams🎃🦇❤️‍🩹

[acnellie]

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[campcamptocsau]

Happy Halloween everyone. The first part of TOCS is still being worked on. It’s taken a bit longer than expected because of school so for now take this Magic Kids drawing

[johnlennonyaoi]

he is shit talking

[yuarose]

Group dynamic…

[justyourtypicalwriter]

Can you just imagine you’re a skater and you travel down to South Park for a competition but when you walk into the rink you see:

-The captain of the hockey team pulling every risky stunt he can, almost getting himself killed multiple times

-Some blond kid in dirty ass clothing wrestling with some some brunette and just as you think they’re gonna hurt each other, they start making out

-Two blond kids hanging at the edge of the rink and for the most part they seem normal but then one of them starts shaking so much it looks like he’s vibrating and going to combust any second now and the other is yelling curses and slurs

-Some British kid is going apeshit on some French guy over French people existing

-This demonic looking guy setting shit on fire just by looking at it

-Another blond guy who looks normal enough but the second he says something about being Mormon to the group they all start screaming

-This fat fuck calling someone a “faggy little princess figure skater” over call then getting screamed at he was speaking with on the phone

-This rich looking guy and some weird dude who won’t speak staring at everyone with their arms crossed and a look that’s screams: “you’re father and I are very disappointed in you.”