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hi guys!! my first batch of adopts were so fun to do, here’s my second batch all new ALOLAN pokemon!

prices are $25 each! once you buy one, you are free to use the design however way you’d like.(i just ask that you dont profit off it!) if interested and want to nab one, email me at therobotdreams@yahoo.com! payment is through paypal. thanks again! :^ ))


everyone sold thank you!

i need more blogs to follow!

please reblog if you post:

  • pastel anime (in general)
  • diamond no ace
  • mystic messenger
  • yuri on ice
  • studio ghibli/makoto shinkai
  • haikyuu
  • ouran high school host club

super mega bonus points if you’re a color blogger/you follow me!!
also, please add in the tags what you post (▰˘◡˘▰) thank you so much <3


Hey guys, I will be hosting the Umineko and Higurashi Secret Santa event this year! For those who are unsure on what SS entails, those willing to participate submit an application containing what they would like to receive for Christmas. When Applications close you will be tasked with making a gift for a randomly picked person from the group! Not only does everyone who participates receive something, but it’s also a good way to freshen up the tags :>

The Timeline

Accepting Applications: November 25th – December 6th

Assignments will be given: December 7th – December 8th

Gifts Due: December 25th – December 28th

Emergency Gifts Due: January 12th


  1. Have your Ask/Submissions turned on so I can send your gifting information (you might also want to turn on anonymous asks if your gifter wants to ask additional questions).
  2. The holidays are busy for a lot of people, so if it hits you hard and you think you might not finish your present in time please inform me ASAP! I will need to know encase your giftee comes to me curious on where their gift is.
  3. Also, if you need to drop out for whatever reason, please tell me! I will need to assign an Emergency SS in your place.
  4. If you do not receive a gift by December 29th please notify me so I can check on the status of your present!

If you are interested in joining, please fill out the following Application Form

anonymous asked:

I went back to see for the 69th time Ouma's L.Hotel scene and I think he goes into his neutral sprite when Saihara says 'didn't u say my feelings didn't matter?' And he answers that he was lying about that. This hurts when you take in count what happened in ch4 post-trial, when Saihara's words hit him like a meteor. Had it been other member of the gang who said those words to him I honestly think it wouldn't have destroyed his facade. It hurt like hell because IT WAS SAIHARA. I'm depressed now.

You’re right, anon! He definitely starts making his neutral sprites when Saihara begins actually getting upset in the love hotel scene and pointing out that Ouma was saying his feelings matter. To Saihara, Ouma’s inexplicable switching from one mood to another and his flippancy actually hurts, because as a detective Saihara is trying to figure him out but also feels like even if he succeeded, Ouma wouldn’t take him seriously anyway.

And Ouma seems to realize that he definitely crossed a line with this one person in particular who he actually kind of sort of wants to figure him out (even though he also doesn’t want it, because that would simultaneously jeopardize all his plans and ruin his cool flippant phantom thief façade where he doesn’t have to commit to anything ever), and that’s why he starts getting serious in the middle of that scene.

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Hiii I’m looking for new blogs to follow, so if you post/like/do two or more of the following:

  • Louis Tomlinson / Louis with 1D / Louis’ solo projects and endeavours / anything Louis really
  • Sebastian Stan / anyone in my gorgeous people / any of their projects 
  • James Buchanan Barnes / stucky / any Bucky ship tbh / MCU movies and shows / MCU cast
  • fashion / places / photography / aesthetic / history / Disney ; or
  • tag warnings and tag for triggers / talk in tags!!! (I love reading tags) / just generally tag because tagging’s nice

like or reblog this so I can check your blog out! No need to be following me (I just need to see more things in my dash and to put content on my 384 sideblogs), but new mutuals would be nice ♥ happy weekend, lovelies! :)


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  2. Click on the notification / reblog / reply you want to reblog again.
  3. The blog would open to the side.
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The Return || Marco and Hekapoo || Closed RP


It had been a while since Marco returned to his own dimension. He was beginning to feel more at home, but he still spent much of his days thinking about Hekapoo and the life he had lived there. He still couldn’t believe that those 16 long years had ended up meaning nothing. Life here had hardly changed, and yet he couldn’t help but feel as though part of the world had carried on without him.

Finally he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to go back. He had to see how much had changed there. Would he return to the self he had become there? Would Hekapoo still be there? More importantly, would she still remember him?

That thought along gave him pause. He stood there with his hand hovering over the scissors. What if she didn’t remember him? What if those 16 years meant as little to her as the people of this dimension who hadn’t seen it? He shook his head. He couldn’t let himself think like that. He just had to try. 

Taking a deep breath, he grabbed the scissors and ripped the familiar hole between their dimensions and stepped through.

Marco had to admit, he was fairly disappointed to find that he did not magically turn back into the 30 year old stud muffin he had been when he was last here. But he was also glad that he was still young. This meant he could go and return at whatever age he was in his true dimension. He could live almost an entire lifetime here, and as long as he returned home, he could come back and do it all over again.

Looking around to get his bearings, he realized he was in the same grove where he had first met Hekapoo. He did not see her immediately, though. “Hekapoo?” He called, unsure if she would know he was there or not. Perhaps he should have called ahead?


VIXX-OTPS has reached its third year and has achieved 20,110+ followers! I hope you all enjoyed the 15-day countdown this year and thank you very much for these 3 years! ♥ I hope we would be able to celebrate again next year~

Hey! do you still remember me? ^^’

Yeah, I’m sorry for not being on this blog for such a long time ( a very very long time) and it is most likely that i won’t come back since I can’t see many of the people I used to rp here anymore. I’m going to think about bringing this blog back again or just archiving it, but I promise nothing. but…

Anyway! if you still are interested on RP with Carlos you can find me on my Skype: “alondra_mia” also you can IM on @lanzazul ​, that’s where I am now. 

again I’m really sorry about not being here for such a long time :/ hope you guys understand.

Ok so I haven’t been active on tumblr for nearly a year and i’m finally back to being interested in using the site again. Would appreciate if you liked this or reblogged if you’re an active wrestling account so I can look at your stuff and see if i’ll follow you. (My dash is kinda dead.)

anonymous asked:

i couldn't pick between “You’re not gonna cry, are you?” and “I’m fine.” so you can choose or do both ;-; thanks in advance! i love your writing so much, thank you for all your nijiaka!

omg no aaaa thanks so much for your kind words;; i’m not sure if this is what you wanted but i hope you like it ;A; (also i’m guessing the pairing you wanted was nijiaka :)) )

The bar gets busy these hours so no one really notices when a boy, no older than seventeen, pops in and demands the drink the unconscious guy in the far corner had consumed.

That is, no one but the bartender himself.

“Right,” Nijimura says slowly, unimpressed. He steers back a little and cocks his head, grabbing the attention of Himuro, a co-worker, sharing a look with him only to receive a shrug in return. The rag falls from Nijimura’s hands, draping over the counter as he crosses his arms.

“How old are you again?”

“I’m twenty.” Unblinking eyes stare back at him.

“How old are you really?”

Nijimura almost jumps when a ten thousand yen note is slapped on the counter, the supposed adult’s gaze narrowing just so.


Nijimura said nothing. So did the boy, but Nijimura notices his jaw tense and the ice-cold fire in his spectacular crimson eyes, contrasting heavily with his false smile. He scans the area for a moment before sighing.

At least the kid looked satisfied with the drink.

Nijimura takes his money, gives him the right change, and glares when Kid protests.

“Just this once,” he says.


His name, Nijimura later learns, is Akashi Seijuro, and he has a freaking Wikipedia page. The next time obocchan visits (he’d been expecting it), the first thing he asks is if he had known that.

“I do.” Akashi replies without flinching, “although someone finds humour in changing my family name to ‘Brat’ every Friday.”

“Yeah that’s me right there.”


“You’re not gonna cry, are you?” Nijimura asks Akashi when he looks particularly down one day. “I’ve had enough babysitting for this week and no ten thousand bill is gonna stop me from kicking you out.”

“I’m fine,” Akashi says although he’s not. “I’d like a drink.”

The bartender looks sceptical at first but relents when his gaze is returned head-on. He places the drink he had prepared earlier on the counter and finds he isn’t disappointed with the furrow of Akashi’s eyebrows.  

“What is this?”

“It’s a drink.”

“This is not what I want.”

“This,” Nijimura says sharply, “is a chocolate milkshake. It is what everyone wants.

And,” Unfazed, Akashi stares at him. The man rummages through the hollow of the counter until his hand closes around a cylinder object. “You get one with cream,” a swirl is professionally produced atop the glass, “and a cherry.” He places it on the tip of the swirl, an image that is worthy of their brochure if he’d say so himself.


“Free of charge. Lucky you.”

“Lucky me.” Akashi says in monotone.

“Yes, lucky you,” Nijimura snaps, feeling some vein in his forehead tighten in exasperation. “Drink.”

Akashi complies. Nijimura has jut his hip to rest comfortably against a chair as he watches, a sight that, Akashi thinks, competes with the drink’s sweetness itself.


Akashi smiles, “a bit.”

i’m a little late but i’m here for the valentine masquerade!!! and if anyone says i can’t wear a dress i’ll fight you!

he is a Fairy and died his cannon death! he is still his reckless self but a bit more careful! and he’ll be sure to start worrying about something!!! he’s not a 100% sure how he died but he tends not to think about it much!!! he can change his size but he likes to be about the size of a rat! (he can go down to about the size of a mouse and grow to be about the size of a human!) his dress is a buttercup and the meaning for a buttercup is Joy and Happiness!

he’ll be going by jean-pierre! (or jean for short!) he doesn’t mind being called pol though!



Hail and well met folks!

Our last upload of this episode had a few kinks and errors, so here’s a quick re-upload.

In this episode: Art upgrades his wardrobe, Gruffud orders a man’s execution, and Perry is grief-stricken. We pick right up where the last episode left off so make sure to check out em out.

Lots of love,