but nah too lazy

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Inspired by Shakespeare’s Hamlet :)

I’LL BE GOONEEE~~ IN A DAY OR
TWOOOOO~~~ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♭ ♮ ♯

Hey so I’m not sure if you’re familiar with Brooklyn Nine-Nine, but may I request some art of the cone and Heiji based off this scene? (btw only sending through submit cuz asks don’t let me send links XD ) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cBqa8Mah0dI 

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Boys, please….

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More under the cut, because I drew too much Eddsworld


^This is not supposed to be shippy, it just kinda happend.

Soooo… pen sketches, yes… and markers. I should buy good markers, but… nah, I’m too lazy for that and they’re expensive af

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anonymous asked:

How would uf,ut, and us sans react to their s/o's ex coming back saying their still in love with them and that they should forget about sans?

UF!Sans: Its a good date. The two of you have something of a banter going back and forth. He’s finally starting to feel like he’s getting over that awkward transition between friendship and something more. ‘Course, this time it wasn’t all his fault. You were still getting over how it had ended with your ex. He didn’t know them, per se, but he knew they were a real piece of work.

Either way, for today at least, it feels easier. It feels right.

“No, no way.” You laugh. “There is no fuckin way Papyrus sleeps with a nightlight.”

He grins. “’s the truth.”

“Seriously? Tall, Dark and Edgy?”

“Yup” he chuckles. “Used to be really bad when the power would knock off Underground. Loudest I’ve ever heard him yell is when Alphys banged up the Core energy lines to our place. He didn’t sleep for a week.”

“Holy shit.” You grin and shake your head. “Why the hell would you tell me that, now I’m not gonna be able to take him seriously now.”

“Well, do me a favor,” he slipped an arm around your waist. “Make an effort, or its both our asses.”

You lean slightly into him. “I think I can take him.”

“I’d pay to see you try.”

“How much?”

“That depends, how much are you wearin’ during the fight”

You shove his shoulder and grin slightly as he laughs when a sudden voice behind you makes both of you jump slightly.”

“Y/N”

He feels you stiffen and you take a sip of your drink. Your fists clench slightly. “Fuck off.”

“Y/n….come on, I just need a chance.”

“You had a chance. You had fucking twenty. I’m all out.”

He feels his shoulders rising unconsciously as a hard angry knot forms in his rib cage. So this is the Asshole.

They come around from behind you, grabbing your hand and getting way too close for his tastes, but he doesn’t move yet. See what you do. “Baby-”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” You yank your hand out of their grip, and the sting of jealousy is soothed. Yeah, buddy, walk away….not in the mood to pick another fight today…

“Come on, sweetie, what we had was so good, you don’t really wanna give it up, do you?”

“Oh, real good,” you snorted. “I can’t tell what my favorite part was, the looking at other people or the making me feel like shit for breathing your air. Really, there’s too much to choose from.”

They sigh, like they’re the ones suffering. Like they’re dealing with an unreasonable child. Then its like they notice him all of a sudden. “Who the hell is this?”

“This,” he growled. “would be Sans. The current boyfriend.”

“You got a new boyfriend?” They looked at you furiously.

“Funny thing about being broken up.” you say. “You get to do this wild thing called moving on. In my case to greener pastures.”

There’s a slight thrill traveling up his spine. Proud. You’re proud to be seen with him, Proud to rub it in their face.

“I don’t like him.” They shook their head.

“Well, shame, ‘cause I was really hopin to get the invite to your birthday party.” he bit out.

“Y/n, look at him.” they say, leaning into your face a little too close again. “He clearly just wants to get you back home so he can feel you up.”

You slam your drink down and whirl on them, making both of them jump. “’Cause that’s all I’m good for, right? You’ve used that one before. Every friend I made you told me wanted me for one thing and one thing only. Newsflash, I’m not buyin the shit you’re selling.”

“You’re being irrational. Look, let’s just…let’s get you home, okay? We can talk about this.” You make no move and they snatch your wrist.

Too far.

A whisper and crackle of magic and suddenly your ex finds themselves with a hand wrapped painfully around their arm.

“What the hell-”

“they said they’re not interested.” His eye is lit up with red, pulsing magic and his voice is a barely discernable growl. “so let. them. go.”

Slightly cowed, your ex turns pale and drops your hand.

“‘scuse us a second, doll.” he plants a hand firmly on the back of your exes neck as he steers them out of the building.

He comes back a few minutes looking somewhat smug. He won’t tell you what happened (although once pressed he promises he didn’t actually hurt the jackass). Still, the future is brightly ex-less. You see them once or twice more but the second they lay eyes on Sans they’re speedwalking in the opposite direction.

UT!Sans: Its a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing. Flowers are blooming. On days like this, people like your ex….

It had been going so well. For once you had managed to drag Sans’ ass out of bed before 3. You’d had the day off, so the two of you had gone to the park, just to wander around, shoot the breeze a bit. Also, Sans insisted on sampling every hot dog cart in the area.

“Seriously, is this like an ego thing for you?” You say as he dumps the fifth one in your arms. “Trying to prove your stuff was better or something?”

“Nah, ’m too lazy to be competitive.” He grinned, biting into his first one. “Just wanna find out what it tastes like without water sausages.”

“…..you need five for that?”

“Scientific process, babe.” He finishes off the first and moves onto devouring the next. “Gotta compare as many as I can to the control group so I can identify variables.”

You roll your eyes and grin. “Pulling the science thing on me, very good move. Almost distracts me from the fact that you’re full of shit.”

“No, ‘m full of hot dogs.” He grins and moves onto the third. “And-”

“Babe?”

Your shoulders go stiff and you have to force yourself to relax them. You turn around slowly to see your ex. Suitcase in hand, clothes as formal as you remember. Must be on lunch break. It had been a mistake coming this close to their work.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Sans raise a brow, but he stays mercifully quiet.

“I’ve been calling you. Over and over.”

“I know.” You stuff your hands in your pockets, somewhat defensively. “I’ve been ignoring it. Over and over.”

“Why? Am I not worth an answer?” they say. “All that time….and I don’t even get an explanation for you ripping out my heart?”

You know what they’re doing. And its working. That familiar guilt is setting in, and all of a sudden all that matters is them and how they’re feeling. You feel selfish, useless, a burden. “Look, you’re…..you’re right. I should’ve explained myself. I probably owed you that. But…..I can’t do it anymore. I can be with you anymore.”

“What are you talking about, why not?” They seem to notice Sans. “Who’s this.”

“Heya. Sans the skeleton.” Sans says, wiping his face a bit. “I’m….well, their current boyfriend. Guessing you’re the ex they won’t talk about.” He’s clearly trying to stay polite, but there’s an undertone that you know means he’s bristling a bit. 

There’s a look in your ex’s eyes as their eyes travel up and down Sans. A mild disdain. You’d seen that look before, directed at a few friends, and you know they’re looking at the sweatshirt, the old ketchup stains on the hood, the basketball shorts and slippers, and already deciding you’ve lost your mind.

“Y/n….who are you kidding?”

“What?”

“Look, if this was….I don’t know, some crazy attempt to make me jealous or something, you could’ve at least picked a better candidate.” They give Sans another look, the derision even more evident. “Look, let’s just go home, okay? I get off in a few hours, we can talk about this then.”

“No! Look, I told you, I can’t-”

“Don’t be stupid.” They say coolly. “You and I both know you can’t live without me.

“Hey, buddy,” Sans says. “I’m not appreciatin the tone you’re taking.”

“Look, Sam, was it?” They say, voice and face mocking every inch of the skeleton. “Sorry to waste your time, but y/n and I have a good thing going.”

Had.” Sans corrects. “And based on this little interaction I have to wonder how good it really was.”

“Alright, sure, we’re in a rough patch right now. But we’re meant for each other. I know them better than anyone.”

“I-”

“Y/n.” they cut you off. “Go home. I’ll be there in a bit.”

You’re about to retort when you feel Sans’ hand grab yours and squeeze it. “Welp, you heard them babe.” He comes up closer and grins at you. “Let’s go home.”

Before they can say another word he’s short-cutted both of you home.

Okay, so maybe running away again isn’t the healthiest way to deal with it. But you’re too relieved to be out of there to really be concerned with it. 

Truth be told, that little interaction cut Sans deeper than he’ll want to tell you. Everything in that look of your ex’s had echoed every self-conscious thought he’d ever had. But one things for sure.

“They don’t know shit about you.”

US!Sans: “Come on!” You say, body gearing up for his next move. “Show me what you got.”

               His attacks suddenly fade out and the glow in his eyes diminishes somewhat. “AFTER YOU’VE RESTED A BIT.”

               “Aw, come on!”

               He smiled and shook his head. “A QUICK WATER BREAK. YOU LOOK DEAD ON YOUR FEET.”

               “Well, we can’t all be perfect.” You mutter. Your boyfriend looks barely winded despite the fact that you’ve been at it for almost an hour and a half now. Still, you comply and sit down at the bench near the sparring area.

               He picks up the water bottles from by your bags and hands you one, kissing your temple. “YOU’RE DOING WELL, THOUGH.”

               “Still haven’t landed a blow on you.” You say, taking a drink.

               “YOU’VE ONLY JUST STARTED TRAINING WITH ME. YOU’LL GET THERE SOON, I’M CERTAIN.” His eyes trace a few bruises on your arm and face that you’ve acquired since the session began. “ARE YOU SURE YOU DON’T WANT ME TO HEAL THOSE?”

               You shake your head. “Just a couple of bruises, you don’t need to waste the magic. Besides, they’ll help me learn from my mistakes.”

               He looks uncertain, but there’s a flicker of pride in those eyes that warms you down to your SOUL.

               You’d been training with Sans for almost a month now, ever since Alphys had finally convinced the gym owners to set up a sparring area for former (or current, if Sans had his way) Royal Guard members. You figured if Sans was going to spend all his time here, you might as well get something out of it.

               It’d been one of the hardest things you’d ever done, but also one of the most rewarding. You were in better shape than you’d ever been. You were feeling better than you ever had. And you were certain it had brought you closer as a couple. Which was good. With all the baggage you were carrying from the last relationship, you needed all the help you could get.

               And as if thoughts had summoned them someone on the far side gym turned and made eye contact with you, and you felt your blood turn to ice.

               Blue seemed to notice you stiffen. “Y/N? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”

               “Sans, can we-“ You’re about to ask if you can make a hasty retreat, but its too late, they see you and are striding right toward you.

               “Babe?!”

               Sans’ eyes widen a fraction and he looks at the oncoming figure while dread settles in the pit of your stomach.

               “What the hell are you doing here with that?!”

               You grit your teeth. “We’ve been over this. I don’t want to talk to you. Ever again.”

               “Is this what you’ve been doing?!” They look torn between fury, confusion, and sadness. “Going around with one of those things?”

               Sans has gone quiet. He seems to be trying to piece it together.

               “That thing,” You say, rising to your feet. “is my boyfriend. And I want you to go. Now.”

               “Babe, what are you…..he’s a monster!”

               “That fact hasn’t exactly escaped me.” You say acidly, and your heart is pounding and you hate yourself for getting this worked up again over this piece of shit and please, stars, just let them leave, don’t make Sans see this.

               “And that doesn’t bother you?! I…..holy shit….” You can feel their eyes tracing the bruises. “Has he been hitting you?!”

               “No!” You say, fighting the urge to cover them. “Look, just get the hell out of here, okay?”

               “Baby, I don’t understand, we were so good, and if you just-“

               “We weren’t!” You say, laughing somewhat incredulously. “We were stars-awful for each other! I hate how I felt with you. I hate how I made you feel with me. I don’t want it to be like that again! Hard as it may be for you to believe, I’m actually happy here. I’m happy with him!”

               They shake their head. “I don’t fuckin believe you. I give you everything, work my ass off for this relationship, and you throw it off to be some monster’s squeeze? And you’re covered with bruises and I’m supposed to buy that he hasn’t hit you? They’re savages, everyone knows it.” They dart forward before you can blink and grab your hand, dragging you away. “We’re going home.”

               You try to pull away, but before you can try to hard there’s a cyan blur and you’re turned loose, while your ex is being held by Sans, in such a position that they aren’t being hurt but they can’t move.

               “Let go of me!”

               “I’M SORRY. BUT I CAN’T ALLOW YOU TO SPEAK TO THEM LIKE THAT. WHILE I’M CERTAIN I COULD WIN YOU OVER IN ANY OTHER CASE,” he glanced at you. “YOUR BEHAVIOR TOWARDS THEM HAS CROSSED THE LINE. THEY’VE CLEARLY INDICATED THEY WOULD PREFER FOR YOU TO LEAVE. I’M GOING TO REPEAT THAT REQUEST, AND IF YOU DON’T, THEN I’LL BE FORCED TO KEEP YOU TRAPPED UNTIL YOU AGREE.”

               They struggle a bit before realizing that for as small as Sans is, there’s no getting away from him. Red-faced and humiliated, they mutter “Fine” and Sans turns them loose.

               They start walking away, sneering at you one last time. “Fine. Have fun with your pipsqueak monster boyfriend. When you come crawling back, I’ll try my best not to slam the door in your face.” They storm off, pick up their bag, and leave the building.

               You sit back down on the bench, breathing deep. Sans is at your side, kneeling in front of you and lifting your face to look at him. “ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”

               “Y….yeah.” You shake your head a bit to clear it. “Sorry, just…been awhile since our last encounter. Last one was even worse.”

               “I’D BE HESITANT TO SPEAK ILL OF SOMEONE YOU WERE CLEARLY…INVOLVED WITH.” He said hesitantly. “BUT I’D SAY YOU WERE BETTER OFF WITHOUT PAYING MIND TO THEM.”

               You laugh softly. “Yeah. Definitely.”

               “DO YOU FEEL UP TO CONTINUING OUR TRAINING, OR WOULD YOU PREFER TO GO HOME?”

               You pause for a second. “You know what? I think I’ve got some energy to burn off. Just, uh,” You smile a little ruefully. “Maybe training dummies. Got somethin I need to visualize hitting right now.”

               His mouth quirks slightly in a smile and he kisses your forehead. “ALRIGHT.” He stands up and pulls you to your feet. “LET ME DEMONSTRATE THAT MANUEVER I MENTIONED EARLIER…”

cyanthechoild  asked:

You And Host? qwq

Sorry it took me long… and yeah I know I forgot her ears and other detais- too lazy to fix it..

Edit: nah guys please the second panel is literally me just feeling like dying and forgotten gosh stop- this isn’t some feeling pleasure face gawd- wth
First Impressions and Second Chances (part 12)

Summary: He never thought he’d get a second chance with you. Life didn’t work like that and it wasn’t something he’d been counting on. But now, being here with you at his side, he felt like he couldn’t thank the universe enough. He wasn’t going to screw it up this time.

Words: 1,633

Misha x Reader

Warnings: implied smut, angst if you squint

Notes: gah, it’s been forever since i updated! things are starting to flow a little more smoothly for me and i’m planning on keeping updates for this series on a semi-regular basis from here on. as always, feedback is appreciated, and i hope you guys like this part!

Your name: submit What is this?

You and Misha drove together to the convention center, parting ways once you were inside. He stole a quick kiss when no one was looking before heading off, promising to text you throughout the day whenever he had a chance.

You headed towards the room where Jared and Jensen’s panel was about to begin, and took a seat in one of the front rows. The next thirty minutes were spent laughing and cringing at the two answering questions and telling stories, and before you knew it, you were being ushered out to have your duo photo op with them.

The line for the pictures moved pretty fast, and before you knew it you were next to get your picture taken with the two. They smiled as you walked up, making your heart jump. Jensen pulled you into a hug when you were close enough.

“Hey Y/N, how’s it going?”

“Pretty good, how are you guys?” It felt so casual, talking to them as if you’d known each other your whole life.

“Tired, but good. Never a dull moment.” Jared grinned. “So what can we do for your photo?”

“Honestly, nothing would make me happier than just a hug from you guys.”

Jensen chuckled. “Yeah, of course. C’mere.”

You were pressed between Jensen and Jared, wrapping your arms around the latter as Jensen hugged you from behind. After the picture was taken, they both pulled you in for another hug. Jared called after you before you could head out.

“Hey, we’ll still see you for lunch, right?”

Another tug at your heart. “Yeah, of course.” You tried to answer as nonchalantly as possible, though you were screaming on the inside. They waved as you walked away, grinning broadly.

You were walking towards the vending machines to grab a snack when your phone started to ring. You pulled it out and answered without checking the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Grab me a Snickers, I’m dying for some sugar.”

You snapped your head around, smiling when you saw Misha watching you from around the corner. Without missing a beat, you hung up and turned back to the vending machine, inserting a dollar and pulling out a Snickers. You walked over to Misha and handed it over to him, leaning up against the wall.

“Don’t have a dollar on you?”

“Nah, I’m just too lazy to walk all the way over there.” You rolled your eyes as he took a bite of his candy bar, humming appreciatively. “God, this is so much better than the granola crap they have in the green room.”

You chuckled. “Hey, so when are we doing lunch?”

Misha grunted in response. “Right, well uh, J and J just got started with photo ops and that’ll probably be a while, so,” he checked his watch, “an hour? Maybe less?” He finished off his Snickers and crumpled up the wrapped, tossing it in a nearby trashcan. “Wanna come back to the green room with me?”

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” He took your hand and you let him lead you back the way he’d come from. “Who all is back there right now?”

“When I left, Mark. But he’ll probably have left to do autographs by now.” He looked at you and smiled. “So it’ll be just us.”

Your heart did another flip. “Yeah?”

“Boring, I know. I guess we’ll just have to find some way to entertain ourselves.” You reached the door to the room and he leaned against it, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. You laughed and punched him playfully in the chest.

“You’re an actual child. You know that?”

“Who, me?” He feigned offense before his playful expression was back. “I’ll show you just how grown up I am.”

You groaned as he opened the door, pulling you in. “I hate you.”

He kissed you softly, barely pressing your lips together which sent chills up your spine. “No you don’t.”


About an hour later, Jared and Jensen walked in the green room to find you and Misha laying on the couch, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. Jared grabbed a beer from the fridge and smiled at you. “What’s up with you guys?”

You blushed, remembering your previous antics, before you answered him. “Not much, we’re just talking about when we were kids.” You giggled. “Hey, did you guys know that when Misha was in high school, he-”

“No! No no, they don’t get to know that.” Misha quickly covered your mouth with one hand and glared at you.

“Probably nothing we haven’t heard before.” Jensen laughed and sat down at the table.

You wiggled out of Misha’s grasp. “Oh, you’d be surprised.” You ignored Misha’s protests and stood up. “So, where are we eating? I’m starved.”

Jensen’s eyes lit up at that. “You’ll see.”

You ended up driving out of town to a small dine-in place you’d never been to, probably because it was basically in the middle of nowhere. Jensen swore by it, saying they served “the best burgers and fries you can get in a 1,000 mile radius.” You’d laughed at that, having just witnessed a bit of Dean in him at that moment.

The four of you went in and ordered after taking a look at the menu, having settled on the same thing as Jensen, just to be safe. You made small talk as you waited for the food to come out.

“So, do you guys do this a lot?”

“Go out to eat together? Yeah, all the time.” Jared smiled. “We have a pretty similar schedule for the most part, so whether it’s going somewhere or ordering take out for dinner, we’re together a lot of the time while filming.”

“Unfortunately,” Misha mumbled under his breath. Your eyes widened in surprise as Jensen and Jared laughed.

“Whatever, dude. You’re just jealous that you don’t live in Austin and get to see us even more when we’re on break.”

Misha huffed at Jensen’s remark. “Sure, that’s it.”

The conversation went mostly like that for a while, light banter and teasing until your food was ready. The burger you’d ordered was much larger than you expected, and the shock on your face must have been obvious because everyone burst out laughing. You shook your head, grabbing some napkins and pulling your plate closer.

“I accept the challenge.”

Conversation continued as the four of you ate, comments thrown here and there in between bites. Your knee brushed against Misha’s leg at one point, to which he reached down with his left hand and rested it on your thigh, rubbing it every now and then with his thumb. It was a small gesture, but so domestic that it gave you butterflies in your stomach every time he did it.

The whole situation was weirdly comfortable, really. Jared and Jensen sat across from you, making jokes and making an effort to get to know you better. Misha contributed to the conversation, but most of the time he was silent, and when you glanced over at him, he’d be watching you silently and smiling to himself, blushing slightly when you caught him staring.

And in the middle of it, there was never a moment where you felt uncomfortable or out of place. It felt like you just… belonged.

“Y/N?”

You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at Jared, smiling.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“We should probably get going, before people start to wonder where we are.”

“Yeah, of course.” You got up and the others followed suit, Jensen laying down a few bills on the table before heading out to where Cliff was waiting in the parking lot.

You stared out the window the entire way back, participating sparsely in the conversation the four men were having. Misha squeezed your hand at one point and gave you a questioning glance, to which you answered with a smile and a kiss on the cheek, assuring him that you were fine.

When you got back to the convention center, you shared one last hug with both Jared and Jensen before they parted ways.

“Don’t be a stranger, ok?” You nodded and Jensen waved, heading inside.

“Let us know if you’re ever in Vancouver, or Austin, if it’s off season.” Jared smiled. “We’d love to see you again.”

You gave Jared another hug and a muffled “me too” before he followed Jensen in, disappearing through the back door.

Misha wrapped an arm around your waist, walking you in as well.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, just a little tired. Probably that huge ass burger I ate,” you lied.

Misha nodded, contemplating before turning a corner and removing his arm from around you. “I gotta go back to do some more autographs, think you’ll be good for a while?”

You nodded, smiling at him reassuringly. He smiled back and kissed you, slow and sweet. “I’ll text you later, ok?”

“Ok.” He started to walk in the other direction, before turning around and blowing you another kiss. You laughed, pretending to catch it in the air and holding it to your chest. He smiled again and mouthed “I love you” before disappearing down the hall.

Sighing, you leaned back against the wall and closed your eyes.

I love you.

The words Misha uttered to you as you slept, at the end of every phone call, every text, even just now as he walked away.

You knew you loved him back. You really did. But were you ready to admit it out loud? After today, there weren’t going to be any more lunch dates with celebrities, no more fun times in back rooms, no more falling asleep next to someone who made you feel wanted and complete. You shook your head.

Why did you have to go and fall in love with your best friend all over again?


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“We’re here for you.” — EXPECTATION VS REALITY


Today wasn’t a good morning to me and I needed comfort _(:3

IT ONLY OCCURED TO ME AFTER THAT IT MIGHT PROBABLY BE MORE ACCURATE IF YOOSUNG GOT SCARED FROM MY UGLY WEIRD NOISES but nah too lazy to fix plus this works cus he’s a sweet boy ok winks


edit: I fixed it anyway there LOL

I need to finish commissions and make more decent quality MM fanarts instead of just doodles _(:3

jilliechansimagination  asked:

any of your BTTF/Gravity Falls works I see those and I know they're yours. TBH you have a very distinct style, I always know when it's yours when I see it on my dash

Ah, that’s nice :) Thank you!

I’m so glad you remember that BttF AU.

Wish I could finish some of my old pieces. But nah, I’m too lazy for that.

Here’s one of those unfinished works