When it was revealed in @zarla-s’ handplates that Doctor Gaster was using the bros’ plates to track them, some folks wondered if they couldn’t just remove their hands to avoid detection when they escape. This comic shows why that would be a terrible idea, but let’s just handwave that for a minute and imagine what would happen if that plan actually worked. I just kept getting this scene in my head and cracking up so I had to draw it. Where did Sans even learn that gesture…
I’m sure if Papyrus had thought of it, he would’ve fashioned his hand into a thumbs up to show there’s no hard feelings. :P
(A/N: Newt smut, as requested! I may have departed from the text quite a bit, but oh well!)
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“What do I do with my hands?” Newt’s face was a violent red,
hands flapping rather uselessly in the air by his sides.
Fighting the strong urge to laugh, you gently guided his
fingers to your head. “Just keep them there, and relax.” You smiled up at him
from your place kneeling on the floor. Unbuckling his belt and sliding down his
pants, you saw the hard line in his boxers.
“Actually, c-can you not?” Newt grasped your shoulders and
pulled you up, a hint of panic in his voice.
Slightly disappointed, you pouted. “Why not?”
“B-because.” His eyes flicked desperately around the room,
as if searching for something to distract you. “Just nervous I guess.” A
nervous grin appeared on his face, and he tangled a hand in his messy hair,
Leaning in, you brushed your lips softly against his. “Don’t
be nervous darling, I’ll take care of you.” A switch had flipped inside you, and
you grabbed his collar to pull him down even closer to you.
Newt was speechless, arms hanging uselessly at his sides as
you kissed him passionately. Teeth knocking together clumsily, you bit down
hard on his bottom lip. He inadvertently let out a soft squeak in surprise, but
the sound was muffled by your mouth. Pulling away, he tried to lean back into
you for another kiss, but you stopped him with a finger on his lips. “I don’t
want you to do anything unless I tell you to.” You whispered, forcing him to
listen intently to hear what you were saying.
Pushing on his chest with your hands, you guided him over to
the bed in the center of the room. Stepping back, the back of his knees hit the
edge of the mattress and he fell back, head hitting the pillows. Climbing on
top of him and straddling his hips, you looked down at him with a coy smile. “Still
nervous?” Your voice was smooth and sensuous, fingers tracing patterns on his
“A-A bit.” Newt spoke breathlessly, still unsure.
“Let’s fix that, shall we?” You murmured, hands creeping
down to unbutton his shirt.
“What sho- do I do? I mean, er- well-“ He stuttered,
“I just need you to lie here. This is all about you.” Pushing
his shirt back, you exposed his bare torso. Gazing down at his scars, you
paused for a moment.
“A-about those.” He began, but you shut him up with a
“No talking.” You lowered your face down to his neck and
nipped it in the hollow just under his ear. Hearing his breath hitch, you smiled
against his skin and moved down his neck, leaving a trail of nips and kisses. Siding
down over his body, by the time you reached his navel his stomach was heaving.
“Please-“ He whispered, eyes closed, head thrown back
against the pillows.
“Hm…” You hummed, as if you were considering his request. Sliding
a finger under the waistband of his boxers, you were halted by his hand on
“I want to see you too.” His voice was barely audible, and the
hand was quickly withdrawn.
Sitting back up, you slid your shirt off over your head. “You’ll
have to open your eyes, baby.” You urged, a finger tracing some of scars
Newt opened his eyes slowly, bright green eyes taking in
your form. “You’re gorgeous.” He let out a husky laugh, and a deep moan slipped
out of him when you softly pressed your hand against his clothed erection.
“Thank you.” You smiled, pleased at the reaction you had
earned. Stroking the outline of his cock, you could see a small wet patch
growing where the tip of his cock was beginning to leak pre-cum. “We can’t have
that, can we?” You mused, sliding your fingers under the elastic and pulling it
Newt’s blush worsened as he felt his erection slide free, and
your hum of approval. Looking down at the swollen tip, you left a light kiss on
it. Newt bit his lip, trying to choke back a moan. “Let it out, I want to hear
you.” Your hot breath fanned across his tip, hand reaching underneath to fondle
his balls. Your mouth sank down onto him, and you could almost feel his strangled groan.
Your hands gripping his hips, you bobbed up and down,
teasing him to the edge of orgasm. Pulling off him, you ignored his groan of
protest and slid back up his body. “Enjoying yourself?” You practically moaned
into his ear, gently nibbling on the lobe.
“Hm…” He reached up from where he had been clutching at
the bedsheets and pulled you in for a heated kiss. One of your hands crept back
down to his cock while his tongue fought with yours, lips pressed so hard
against each other that you were sure they would be bruised. Newt moaned into
the kiss when your hand wrapped around him, sliding up and down the slick skin.
His hands crept down from your shoulders around to your chest, sliding over
what he found there.
Your hand sped up on him, and he was clutching at you almost
desperately now, leaving angry red scratch marks down your back. With a last
whimper, he let himself go, cumming all over your hand and the sheets. Laying
still and panting, he went limp, letting you gently place a kiss on his
“Still nervous?” You whispered against his hair, seeing the
light sheen of sweat that covered his body.
“Mm, no…” His voice was hoarse and low, eyes opening to send
a smile up at you.
Pining Shiro PLUS the Black Lion’s opinion on sheith
A couple weeks ago I asked for some writing prompts and a couple of you sent in pining!Shiro and the lions opinions on sheith. I merged these prompts together to save time and I think it worked out pretty well.
EDIT: I added a line because I thought of it when I posted it here on AO3
I know its been a while, but I’m still entertained by the fact that Impactor and Megatron knew each other before the war. Imagine what kind of shit they have on each other.
Decepticon: “Sir! The Wreckers are approaching!” Megs: “Just take out their GPS systems and hide behind that rock for a while. Impactor has no sense of direction. He’ll probably lose his own arm without it. He should be gone in a few clicks.”
Impactor: “Springer! I need you to distract Megatron! Tell him his optics are pretty. He acts like he’s tough slag, but flirting will make him super flustered. Quit giving me that look and compliment his optics! It’s for the Autobot cause!”
Impactor: “Tarn thinks he can quote Megatron’s work tome? Does he know that some of his favorite lines are actually horrible puns? That nerd wrote entire essays for a tiny political theory pun in the last paragraph. ‘Megatron’s work is deep and profound’ my aft.”
Megs: “I am Megatron, lord of the Decepticons, future ruler of Cybertron. I do not weep.” Impactor: “You used to cry over space slugs.” Megs: “They have no arms, Impactor!”
Jim Moriarty not being dead would’ve given s4 more narrative, story and most of all sense. Sure, we all want him back because of various reasons that have nothing to do with the actual story telling, but with the latest episode it becomes more and more clear, that without him… Well, it’s over with actual reason. We’ve had no explanation whatsover how Eurus manipulated the entire staff of Sherrinford, it might be that Moriarty helped her but ?? We don’t know, they didn’t tell us.
Here’s what I think. Jim Moriarty should’ve come back and by now, it wouldn’t have been that important to explain the whole bullet in the head, let it be a mystery. Having him back and pulling the strings from outside while Eurus actively operates inside the facility would have given more insight on how that whole mess actually worked out. Using his lines, video tapes and actual hints at his person suggested that he was behind something… But even that didn’t become clear since the 5 minute talk they had was cut short and apparantly not important enough to include. Funny, since that conversation was responsible for years of terror and torture for Sherlock.
What we have left now is loads of convenient video tapes, all done beforehand and magically fitting into any given situatuon when other villains just don’t quite do well enough. It’s lazy, it’s boring and not at all what we know from the show. The so beloved momentum of surprise and shock is gone and dead, just like Jim Moriarty.
Dazai playing Romeo and his crush playing Juliet in a school play and he uses this opportunity to confess in front of the whole school,Thank you very much
Dazai would carefully plan out for months his on-stage confession, thinking the drama of it all would be memorable; he could also play off his confession as forgetting his actual lines should you reject him.
At night he thinks of all the things that could go wrong as the script he had made himself didn’t give him much room for change, but he figures he’s always worked well under pressure, and he’d think of something when the time comes.
He’s been reciting his confession lines so long that he gets them mixed with the actual lines during practice, and almost blurts them out a few times which would cause his plan to crumble.
He likes to admire you in the Juliet outfit as you parade around and practice your lines with your other scene partners and understudy, thinking you look cute when you get into character.
When the day comes he practices his lines over and over and over until they’re burned into his brain, not wanting the moment to get wasted because of his own nervousness. He was also giddy, too, to see yours (and the entire schools) reaction to such a bold move.
He’s pleased he pulls off the lines with such grace and he can see there’s confusion written all over your face, but his words have charmed you and you smile at him before properly reciting your lines to him as though he hadn’t gone off-script.
You comment that he had been practicing so much, there’s not a chance he would accidentally get his lines wrong; he grins, saying you know him better than anyone else.
You agree to go on a date with him, before the theater teacher comes around to scold him for using his own script without permission.