Here's a good request to try but all the paladins are doing kareoke and Keith is actually singing which goes from the black parade by my chemical Romance to fall out boy centuries. Lance makes fun of him saying how emo those songs are despite the fact that he's secretly in love with Keith's singing voice. Keith is mad so he sings a romantic song that not his usual music. Lance is a pining mess.
so i imagined this like how you explained it, but at the end when keith is trying extra hard to sound awesome and knock lance’s socks off, he sees how lance reacts (all blushy and madly in love) and he can’t stay mad….. so he gets a little caught up in the romance of the song and sorta zones out while singing directly at lance and the heart eyes are EVERYWHERE
That rey was so cute!!! If you are still taking requests, i'd love to see her doing some cute shit to kylo, like combing his hair... just some sweet shippy stuff ;) love your art style, and welcome to the fam!!!!
Thank you anon! <3 I hope you like this as much as kylo enjoys getting his hair brushed
You were never so happy to see the little green light on a hotel room door ping to life. Tom’s hands and mouth had barely left yours since the door to the limo sweeping you away from the reception had shut behind you.
As you started to pull away he laughs with playfully scolding “Ah ah ah,” before sweeping you up into his arms, “The groom’s expected to carry his bride over the threshold.” you giggle as his lips crash into yours and he kicks the door open, carrying you into the suite.
You shift in his arms, wanting your feet on solid ground and a little worried that after a fairly libatious and exhausting reception he might drop you. He giggles at the little “Ooof” you make as he playfully drops you onto the couch.
You smile as he drops next to you and starts pulling off your shoes, kissing and biting at your ankle and calf, giggling when he gets to the back of your knee, “Oh, I do love that sound, Missus Hiddleston.”
I just had an idea. What if we took UT & UF Sans, then US & SF Pap. They're the main 4 that are usually into Science or know about the alternate universes. What if they were working on something and the s/o walked in or were helping the skele with it and the s/os of the 2 Sans got swapped and the s/os of the 2 Paps got swapped. That would be interesting and probably pretty confusing for everyone involved. Cause the s/os are gonna be like why is everything so edgy/not edgy all of a sudden. (P1)
I’m always a slut for the multiverse!
Okay, just for clarification…. UT sans react to an UF s/o and vice versa, US paps react to an SF s/o and vice versa.
Just thought I’d mention, this ask calls for some description of S/O’s personality, and as you all know, my headcanons try to keep it as ambiguous and non descriptive as possible so the reader could project themselves onto it. Because I can’t exactly do that with this ask, I’m going to match some of S/O’s personality to the nature of the universe.
Classic is….hella annoyed…and hella turned on…? Like, okay, you need to chill and stop your Edgy McGee shit you’ve got going on and your screaming and threats isn’t going to get you home any faster. But also, he never knew you could be so dangerous and some twisted part of him is a little excited by that. He wonders if he kisses you it’d be considered cheating. I mean, you’re still technically you…just from a different universe? It’s a bit confusing.
It takes him several days to fix the machine and you are adamant about not being cooped up hidden away somewhere, so Sans lets you roam, on the condition that you act like his version of you and don’t let anyone catch on the fact that you’re from somewhere else. That…does not go well. You’re rude, aggressive, and extremely jumpy to anyone that isn’t Sans or Papyrus. In fact, you seem to be interested to Papyrus the most, calling him “smol” and an “angel”. You follow him around with awe and you’re even outright over protective of him.
Still he’s wary and keeps an eye on you until he gets you back home. No offense, but you’re not really his type.
You’re just so…soft. Like, is this really you? An alternative version of you? He won’t hurt you of course, but Red gets so frustrated by your lack of self defense and toughness. He doesn’t know how long it’ll take to bring you back home, but if you’re going to survive in Underfell, you’re going to need to learn how to Fight instead of Mercy. Despite his frustration though, he can’t help but want to protect you all the time and just be around you. It’s not like he isn’t that way with his version of you, but he knows that his version can handle themself, but you can’t.
Red tries to keep you hidden, but like his version, you get antsy when you stay in one spot too long, so he takes you out every now and then, but always stay by your side. Sometimes he wonders if you’d be up for a threesome with him and his version of you. He daydreams about it a lot in fact, and once, he even tried to put the moves on you, though you shot him down right away. He guesses that you’re in a relationship with your version of himself too.
Either way, he’s getting you home no matter what. Even if his version is aggressive, sarcastic, and rude, they’re still his and he misses them. He won’t tell anyone this, but he might even miss you when you’re gone. You’re so different from everyone else here, it’s sad to see you go. But you must and he’ll deal with it.
Please….stop trying fight him all the time. Or his brother. No, he’s not going to have sex with you. Please. Stop hitting on him. Or his brother. Stretch figured out that your universe must be darker than his, considering your personality and attitude, but you need to chill. You’re high strung and ansty, the complete opposite of his relaxed version and for some reason, you have this Royalty Complex where you subtly treat everyone like they’re beneath you. He could already tell that you would not get along with his friends.
Yet beneath all that, you’re kind, Stretch could see it in you. Even if you’re kind of a pain in the ass, he has a soft spot for those moments where you help Blue train or help him relax when he’s working too hard on trying to get you back home. He comes home one day, and finds you crying in his bed, hugging your knees to your chest. Stretch can’t stand to see any version of you cry so he goes to comfort you, but you push him away, sobbing about how he makes it worse because he’s just like your version of him and that hurts. Stretch leaves you alone from now on, but he works his ass off to get you back to your universe.
Not going to lie, Stretch is going to miss you when you leave. Despite being super edgy, you’re pretty much the same as his version, well, you two are the same people anyway. But before you leave, he plants a chaste kiss on your lips and tells you to take care of yourself.
Rus does not like you. Okay, well, he likes you because you’re an alternate version of his S/O, but it’s complicated. Whenever he’s around you, all he wants is his version back, you’re too nice to him and it’s been awhile since he’s the one who has to be the one in charge and figure out what to do. He’ll still protect you with his life though, because a part of him does love you. But he also doesn’t want you to be here. Like I said, it’s very complicated for him.
Despite being from a pacifist universe, you actually get along very well with the people of Swapfell. Even Black has taken a liking to you because of your flexibility and your willingness to adapt to your environment. Black likes that about you, especially since it’s not something his version can do so easily. Rus allows you to cuddle with him, especially when you’re feeling homesick, but it makes him feel hollow, because you don’t carry the same love for him his version has, it’s not the same.
Despite his feelings about you, Rus is glad to have met you in the end, but you need to leave so he could have his version of you back as soon as possible.
You should absolutely draw Undyne and Alphys being cute! Maybe with a pillow fort involved!
I’ve been listening to Griffinilla’s “Fishy Love” over and over and over for the past like, 45 minutes It’s going to be hopelessly stuck in my head for the rest of the day…💦 BUT! WHO CARES!!!! BECAUSE LOOK!!! FISH N’ CHIPS!!!!! (Undyne’s hand placement was good in the initial sketch and then all of a sudden it’s badly placed and doesn’t look right and it’s making me upset) (*frustrated noises* I just need to not look at it💦)
oH cRAp you wanted a pillow fort *hastily scribbles some semblance of a pillow/blanket fort*
THERE A fort like that is a perfect place to curl up and watch anime.💕
Your parents decided to host a party for your father’s political friends. And since they had been nagging for you to find a boyfriend because they were rather traditional, out of pure frustration you blurted out that you already had one. So here you were, biting the inside of your cheeks like a nervous wreck, pacing back and forth in front of Scott. Who happened to be the Alpha of the pack and your crush since primary school.
Request: Hi saw the
requests are open for 24 hours! I wanted to ask for a fic with maybe
gabexreaderxcas really big fluff. And you can see their wings because yes wings
are amazing. Maybe a movie night hunker down. – anonymous
A/N: Alright, so my
first thought for this was OMG YES
POLYAMORY because, not gonna lie, I’m part of the LGBT+ community, and a
lot of forms of our expression (polyamory included) are seriously
underrepresented. But, since the anon didn’t specify this and it’s a little
controversial, I left that part vague. Hope you like it, anon!
Word Count: 1,536
Y/N = Your Name
Witches were evil.
Dean locked himself in his bedroom
for hours as soon as you returned. Sam, looking like he’d seen a ghost (heh), had fallen asleep in the library, reading
the same page over and over. You had retired to your bedroom in the lower level
of the bunker, cold, soaked through from an involuntary dip in the lake, and
feeling lonely. In sad solitude, you took a hot shower and fell asleep on your
bed within seconds of hitting the mattress.
When you next woke up, it was
dinnertime, the sun was creeping its way down again, and you could smell
something sweet in your room. It only took you a minute to crack your eyes open
with a pitiful groan and realize that the sweet smell wasn’t coming from the
kitchen, but from a plate of hot, fresh-baked cookies on your bedside table.
You swore that you were the only
person at such a comfortable temperature.
“Morning,” you mumbled into the arm
of whichever angel was in front of you, scooting your legs back to press your
feet against the heated calves of the one at your back.