blank baby

Why is it that whenever I draw Underfell I always draw the bros as cuddly as possible? While I prefer to keep the Bros as twins, I still have a soft spot for Big Brother Papyrus. The bed looks a little wonky. But other than that, I think this turned out all right.

I borrowed @stuffedart‘s design for these two (at least somewhat), so feel free to check them out!

  • -team 7 meeting Sarada for the first time-
  • Sakura: (rocking the sleeping baby) Isn't she gorgeous?
  • Kakashi: (tear-eyed) She is precious. You and Sasuke did an excellent job making her. (winks)
  • Naruto: The chubby cheeks are so cute! But not as cute as Boruto's though.
  • Sai: Let me see... (takes a closer look at Sarada) Oh no. Too bad. I'm sorry.
  • Sakura: (concerned) What's wrong?
  • Sai: She has your forehead.
  • Naruto: Oh no he didn't...!
  • Sakura: (eye-twitching)
Decipiat, Aequum Ludere

Bucky x reader (Sharon x Steve) 

(Sequel to: Decipiat )

Summary: When you found out Steve was cheating on you with Sharon Carter, Bucky was there to help you through it; inevitably, it seems, you and him developed feelings for each other. Now, in a relationship with him for a while, you’re invited to Sharon’s birthday party. Shit goes down. 

A/N: I love Steve, I do. And Sharon is probably great. But in this little thing, they both suck. 

Originally posted by coporolight

“Hey Sugar, you sure you’re up for this?” Bucky comes walking into your room, fumbling with his tie and giving the piece a fabric an annoyed look.

“No” you answer honestly as you sweep some wrinkles from your dress that aren’t there, “but I have to face him sometime”

Bucky looks up at that, his tie -hilariously- half tied and shakes his head. “No, you don’t”

He sets his jaw stubbornly, he’s gonna fight you on this.

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nct dream on valentine’s day

mark

-gets confessed to a lot by the blushy shy ones and always politely turns them down

-probably gets a shit ton of presents 

-always goes “!!! oh omg!!! no it’s ok you didnt need to give me a present!!! hahaha, but ty!!!!!!!”

-a sweet precious bean that is extra careful not to hurt anyone’s feelings

-probably ends up going to the arcade with hyuck and wins a teDDY BEAR FOR HIM :’)))

-also gets smol gifts for the rest of his bandmates


donghyuck

-really awkward when receiving confessions

-he’d scratch the back of his neck and just go “sorry,,,, i dont really like you that way,,, but we can still be friends!!”

-probably gets a shit ton of chocolate 

-has to be dragged away so he doesnt eat all of them

-”mOrK LeE LeT ME AT THoSe chOColAtes oR I’lL FIgHT

-is a lil bit nicer to everyone on this day

-scoffs over skinship between couples and proceeds to backhug mark


jaemin

-gets!!! the most!!!! confessions and secret love letters!!!!!

-probably hugs everyone that confesses to them and turns them down so gently !!!!

-”i dont like you like that bUT someone else will bc ur such a cutiepie and a good person!!!!!”

-gets a lot of confessions from boys too like wowzas what a boi

-his desk is overfilled with gifts

-pstt he always gets like one stuffie that he treasures for the rest of his life bc he just loves stuffies so much

-plans a date w/ him and jeno lbr


jeno

-!!!!! BASICALLY JAEMIN

-the two of them run around school stealing all the hearts smh

-”im so flattered!!! but i dont like u that way :((((”

-pretends to be shocked when confessed to like jeno we all know you prepared for this the night before

-he probably practiced how to turn people down in the mirror

-”i dont like you that way- wAIT NO THAT’S TOO HARSH”

-will feed jaemin his chocolate in the middle of the hallway, gives no fucks


chenle

-an actual sunshine!!!!!

-legitimately didnt expect any confessions 

-maybe gifts bUT NO CONFESSIONS

-sunshine so bright it’ll mend all the broken hearts

-”!!!! this is,,, this is so sweet but!!! i dont like u that way,,,,, maybe in another life when our life isnt so complicated,,,, *dramatic sigh*”

-AN ACTUAL DRAMA QUEEN

-stares at renjun the entire day and hopes renjun says something

-(always sad when he never does :((( )

-gets everyone lil presents


renjun

-oblivious to everything

-a girl would be trying to confess to him and he’d just never notice

-shy smiles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-sososososo flattered by confessions and loves secret love letters

-goes on with his day like it’s any other day tbh (bf chenle doesnt like that)

-only notices chenle felt neglected on this vvv special day when jaehyun tells him

-so he dasi run run runs to the store to get a teddy bear and proclaim his unDYING LOVE FOR HIM

-i mean u gotta pair extra with extra™️️


jisung

-sweet innocent baby!!!!!

-blanks out when confessed to

-he literally does not know what to say

-probably stutters out his response aW

-”i-i-i’m,,,,, uh,,,,,, thank,,,,,,,,,,”

-a single bead of sweat just rolls down the side of his face and he literally goes into fight or flight mode

-’do i fight,,,,, nono jisung theyre a nice person!!! no fighting!!!!! so do we,,,, do i,,,, do i ruN LET’S RUN’

-probably gets a lot of cheek kisses from his hyungs bc he’s 2 cute to resist

-gets chocolate for his bandmates

-blushes a lot !!!!!!!!!

The Egg

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup,” I said.

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”

“More or less,” I said.

“Are you god?” You asked.

“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?”

“Will they be all right?”

“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”

“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“Where you come from?” You said.

“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

“So what’s the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human being who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

You thought for a long time.

“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”

“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

And I sent you on your way.

So if you’re ever looking for a modern au fic where Laurens, Lafayette and Mulligan are in a polyamorous relationship, and invitie Alex into their bed after getting to know him after one night, THIS might be your cup of tea <3

I’ve spent more time than I care to admit trying to figure out Alex’s face.

Anywho, enjoy!

  • Sakura: Darling, they need me at the hospital, could you stay home and watch Sarada?
  • Sasuke: Hn, alright. I will postpone my training a bit.
  • Sakura: Okay, thank you very much. It'll be only a few hours. Bye princess, love you Sasuke-kun!
  • Sasuke: (holding Sarada, together waving goodbye to mama)
  • -a few moments later-
  • Sasuke: (thinking) What's this odd smell?
  • Sasuke: (sniffs Sarada's diaper) Oh no...
  • Sasuke: Sakura? Sakura! Come back!
  • Sarada: ?
  • Sasuke: ... I have only one hand!
After Sarada’s birth, the young Uchiha couple often argued over who would read her a bedtime story. When simple taking turns didn’t work out, Sakura proposed an arm-wrestling competition to settle the matter. Sasuke was hesitant and thought the idea was silly but Sakura insisted and persuaded him.
The result? Sakura read Sarada’s bedtime story that night.
Sasuke felt cheated and never acceded to arm-wrestling with his wife again.
—  me headcanoning again