enjoy ~

“And I will cry you a thousand tears
The day you will return
Tonight I swear I’ll stay right here
Until you will return”

“Do you remember me ?” @stripeyworm​ (thanks again for the BG !!!)

so basically the motives of all the As were ‘I’m jealous that you’re all friends and you don’t want to be friends with me even though that’s perfectly reasonable because I’m fucking crazy’.

my salty older sister minutes after 7x20 finished



Yooran Week Day 7: Pokemon Master and Slave Saeran-zard

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 (Final)

HERE WE ARE. THE EPIC *cough* CONCLUSION TO AN EPIC *splutter* WEEK-LONG (PLUS SOME) BATTLE! Angel Yoosung and Devil Saeran end up as Champion partners in the Pokemon-verse! THE PERFECT ENDING AMIRITE?!? I MEAN, LOOK - SAERAN IS SMILING!!!! OMGOSH

Thank you everyone for joining me on this crazy and highly questionable journey. I hope you’ve enjoyed my crack take on the Yooran Week prompts as much as I’ve enjoyed doing them. The week has been fantastic and as Mod Amy I’m really happy to have seen so many of your amazing entries! YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST MUCH LOVE <3333

Now presenting the Demisaurus Rex, demisexual version!

(demiboy, demigirl, and demiromantic versions are pending but will be out eventually!)

He’s available for purchase on redbubble!

Enjoy the Show (pt. 2)

(Part One Here)

Mark pulls around to the front of the restaurant and parks near Nate’s car. Wilford hops out quickly as Mark reaches into the back seat to grab his bag full of “toys” as Warfstache lovingly refers to them. He slings the bag over his shoulder and steps out of the car to hear Wilford needling Nate with questions.

“So you’re the Natewantstobattle, am I correct?” Wilford pokes his knife at Nate who jumps backwards to avoid getting stabbed. “You’ve got quite the musical career I understand. Ever thought about doing a TV interview?”

“Quit bullying the kid, Warfstache.” Mark walks over to the two of them and offers Nate a hand. “Nice to see you again, and don’t mind this one. He’s a sociopath.”

Nate raises both eyebrows, glancing at the pink Ego with calculating brown eyes. “He looks like you.” He shakes Mark’s hand. “Like MadPat, the one in the Freddy suit that tried to… you know, murder us last time we were here? He looked like Matt, and now this one looks like you.”

Wilford makes a face. “I am Wilford Warfstache, and I look better than him,” Wilford says with a smirk. “So, your pal’s gone missing in there?” Mark watches Wilford tuck the knife away and breathes a sigh of relief. Killing Nate would be a really bad way to begin what’s likely going to be a rough night anyway.

Nate nods, pulling out his phone. “Matthew told me that he wanted to come check out the new place, something about getting content for a new theory of what happened here with those kids all those years ago, so he applied to work the night shift.” Nate pulls up a video on his phone and holds it up so Mark and Wilford can see. “Then he sent me this yesterday.”

He hits play, and Matt’s face appears on the little screen. He looks terrified, glancing around to either side of him and huddled in the corner of what appears to be the night watch office. “I made a mistake coming here. I know that now, but soon it’ll be too late. So, you have to listen to me while there’s still time.” The lights flash off and back on. “I’m losing power, and there’s… there’s something wrong with the animatronics. At first, they were friendly, but now, they’ve become killer. Something in here is angry, and it wants out.” Something flashes over Matthew’s shoulder, and Mark gasps.

“Nate, for whatever reason it can’t use me, but please, don’t let anyone else come here or it might escape.” Matthew swallows and stares at something off camera. “No, no, no!” He drops the phone, and there’s a horrible screaming for a few seconds before the video cuts off.

Nate tucks the phone back in his pocket. “We have to find him.”

Mark bites his lip. “Nate, I’m not so sure about this. This seems like something more than just rogue animatronics.”

Wilford brushes a hand through his hair. “He said not to bring anyone else here.”

“I don’t care what he said.” Nate points at the building. “My friend is somewhere inside there, and I’m going to find him. Are you going to help me or not?”

Mark runs a hand over his face and sighs. “Ok, ok.” He glances over at Wilford. “Alright, you know what we’re up against now. Once we go in, there’s no backing out, so, are you with us?”

Wilford gnaws on the inside of his cheek and wiggles his fingers at his sides. “I’m not afraid of a bunch of robots. Let’s go find the skinny nerd.”

Nate sighs in relief. “Ok, then. Let’s go.” He gestures to the door. “They hired me for the night shift because they needed somebody, and I’ve had the experience, of course.” Nate unlocks the door and holds it open for them.

Mark and Wilford step inside, and Mark feels his stomach sink. The air smells like sweat and stale pizza, and the dark blue carpet has a bunch of mysterious, crusty stains partially hidden by the arcade games. Nate closes the door, locking it behind him. “Let’s go check the office first.”

The three of them, with Nate leading because he has the flashlight, make the long trek to the back of the building where the night shift office is located. Mark keeps his eyes and ears open, waiting for that telltale sign of clanking metal. Wilford draws his gun and holds it at waist-level in wait. When they reach the office, it’s in shambles.

The desk fan is on the floor along with the monitor, which has been smashed as well. The faux leather chair has been ripped to shreds, the insides torn out of it. And on the floor, there is a smear of blood like two hands being dragged towards the door. Nate sucks in a deep breath, and Mark places a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry. We’ll find him.”

“Yes,” Wilford says, “but dead or alive?”

Mark shoots Wilford a glare and looks to Nate. “You got a plan?”

“Find Matt.” Nate sets the fan back on the desk with a sigh. “Survive ‘til six a.m.”

I’ll give you something better to suck on

 Prompt: pastel!dan teasing the fuck out of punk!phil by making sure to always be sucking on something,, bonus points for daddy kink -from @zazzhowell

Summary: Dan seems to always have something in his mouth to suck on to tease Phil, but Phil has had enough.

Wordcount: 1k

Genre: Honestly is that even a question like this is a smut blog what do u expect?

Warnings: Umm, smut? Swearing. All that nice stuff.

A/N: Bonus points for daddy kink? Oh i’ll give you daddy kink (sorrynotsorry). Also this is like totally not another highschool au bc i’m trash. Lmao i’ve been writing this for weeks i’m trash i know. (also hi lil shoutout to my frens lmao u know who u r yes it is i u now know my secret shh) also i never proofread these bc i’d cringe too much but just tell me if i have any major mistakes.

There he was again. This time it was a lollipop. A red one, that left a sticky, glistening coating on Dan’s lips. Phil swears he’s doing it on purpose. Every day for the last week, Dan has been sucking on something. Anything. And the way he always look at his boyfriend with those sweet, innocent eyes, as if he was not in the process of sticking something down his throat. And he knew the affect he had on Phil. The way he’s been accidentally brushing his hands over his boyfriend’s crotch or squeezing his thigh when they were sitting down, or quietly moaning with a lollipop in his mouth as he was now. But the worst part is, he hadn’t given Phil any all that week.

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word count: 1,831 words
story peek: “i’ll see you around, parker.” sequel to oops. (requested)
tags: @thatisstilltheterm @devilsdaughter1225

(Name)’s mouth was still tingling when she walked into the cafeteria and took a seat across from Makenzie at their signature lunch table.

“What the hell have you been doing?” Kenzie asked, her eyebrows furrowed together as she took in her friend’s slightly swollen lips and somewhat messy hair.

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I made a video about slime molds! I was in the process of making a video on some slime molds I encountered on a hike, when I realized that it might be better to make a video on what slime molds are first. Let me know what you think!

Boss Monster Soul

(undertale spoilers)

Boss monsters are the strongest type of monsters. Their souls can persist for a few moments after death, and if they are not killed they seem to live indefinitely. Not much is given on why boss monsters are stronger, but it’s possible the source of their power is something familiar – determination.

Soul’s Temporary Persistence

When a monster dies, its SOUL disappears. And an incredible power would be needed to take the SOUL of a living monster.
There is only one exception.
The SOUL of a special species of monster called a “Boss Monster.”
A Boss Monster’s SOUL is strong enough to persist after death…
If only for a few moments.

A boss monster’s soul is strong enough to temporarily persist after death. There is no explanation as to why, but the reason why a human soul persists is known.

I believe this is what gives their SOULs the strength to persist after death.
The will to keep living… The resolve to change fate.
Let’s call this power…

While this is about humans, monsters have determination as well. One important difference between humans and monsters is that monsters do not have enough physical matter to handle high amounts of determination. This is why humans are far stronger.

While monsters are mostly made of magic, human beings are mostly made of water.
Humans, with their physical forms, are far stronger than us.

However, it is known that boss monsters are “the strongest type of all.” Perhaps boss monsters have more physical matter than the average monster.

» read more: monsters have determination, too

Practically Immortals

Unlike other monsters, boss monsters can live forever if they do not have an offspring. When a boss monster has a child, the transfer of soul power from parent to child ages both.

He’s a real interesting type of monster. The strongest type of all.
We call ‘em Boss Monsters.
When they have an offspring, the SOUL power of the parents flows into the child…
Causing the child to grow as the parents age.
But ASGORE doesn’t have a child. So he’s been stuck at the same age… And probably will be forever.

While it’s unknown exactly why a child needs its parent’s soul power to age, determination might be why a childless boss monster can live forever.

In the game, the amalgamates were fallen monsters injected with determination. Thanks to this determination, their passing was averted. Unfortunately, their bodies did not have enough "physical matter to take those concentrations of "determination”,” and they all melted together. Despite this tragic situation, all the amalgamates continue to live.

It’s possible that a boss monster’s determination is what allows them to live forever – to continue persisting. Thus, the only way to age and eventually pass on is for a boss monster to siphon their soul power – their determination – into their offspring.


Ultimately, very little is known about boss monsters. In fact, boss monsters are only ever mentioned four times in the game. It’s possible that there is another component to a monster soul that is the secret to a boss monster’s strength. However, determination is an incredible force in the game, making it a likely candidate to what makes boss monsters strong.

anonymous asked:

Even though there's already like a dozen fics like this, it would be greatly appreciated if could write an angsty Bawson fic where there's a team bonding/outing of some sort and jealous Mike makes an appearance :)

The tiniest of tiny drabbles!

I’m thinking of expanding /making it it’s own story so consider this a teaser.

(Not gonna post on ao3 until it’s more fleshed out)

Originally posted by kurtwellers

He takes a deep breath and tells himself to be calm.

Mike isn’t the type of guy that gets into a lot of tussles with other ballplayers. He won’t start fights but he will end them; won’t charge the field first but will follow his teammates every time. As captain, he prefers to lead by example and he finds unnecessary and often immature violence during games to be just that: unnecessary and immature.

However, there are always exceptions to the rule and Mike is hurtling quickly towards outright violence.

If one more idiot dances with Ginny, touches her in every single way he’s day dreamed about for months, the beer bottle he’s currently clutching might just shatter under his grip.

He tries very hard to remind himself that Ginny is not his, he has no reason to be angry at all besides his incredibly childish jealousy. Ginny is not a toy, he doesn’t get to be mad that he’s not the only wants a turn with her. In all honestly he wants a complete monopoly of her time, but that’s an even more ridiculous notion than his growing jealousy.

It certainly doesn’t help that Ginny is well into her cups and dancing without a care; free, beautiful, and more gorgeous than a human being has any right to be.

Mike watches as she shakes off another suitor and shuffles and jigs her way back over to where a few of the Padres are seated. She plops down next to Mike, looking flushed and joyous.

“Having fun, Baker?“ He asks, hoping he doesn’t sound as disgruntled as he feels.

She squints at him and half smiles, screwing up her face and snorting at him.

“Don’t look at me in that tone of voice, Lawson,” she all but yells in his face, a serious look crossing her features before she cracks and starts giggling uncontrollably.

She keels over and rests her head on his shoulder as beautiful, snorting laughter escapes her. He feels warmed to his very core; the emotional roller coaster he’s been on since she walked into the club wearing skin tight jeans and a flowy top that made him want to creep his fingers up her sides, all of that beautiful brown skin so temptingly close and accessible.

One of her warm hands, feeling like pure fire through his jeans, lands on his thigh and he takes a very different kind of calming breath.

This is going to be a long night.