hot dagger


GAME HYPE. Boyfriend Dungeon. Basically, it’s a dungeon crawler & dating sim where you get to date the weapons that you rescue… the hot, hot weapons.

Date that dagger in 2019. Or, you know, there’s a cat if that’s more to your taste.

v humble request…

might someone who actually enjoys the process of making gifs (lmao not me!!) do a gifset of all the shots where one can admire Gold’s glorious, greying, Silver Fox Sideburns?

Originally posted by desperatemurph

askin 4 a friend


Hello, my loves, when I have free time my mind travels fast, so I came up with another Eric Fanfic. I really hope you guys enjoy it !!!!

Also a big thanks to my lovely @singingpeople that helped me a lot !!!!! Thanks, sweetie, it meant the world to me ! 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

The sizzling of your blood dropping onto the coals was all you could focus on during your choosing ceremony.

Was it the best decision for you? Have you gone crazy? You didn’t know what to think anymore. Standing in front of the bowls your mind reeled with so many impressions all around you but it was too late for regrets.

“Dauntless!” Marcus Eaton, the abnegation leader yelled trying to keep his face impassive.

Knowing you and your parents he looked at you, the despise clear for you to see in his eyes. The abnegation leader mustered you with the same look he had thrown his own daughter fifteen minutes before.

You grew up with Melanie Eaton, went to school with her and you two were as much of a friend, as an abnegation could be. You knew all about the abuse she had suffered along with her brother that defected two years’ prior than the both of you.

You´ve been raised as the perfect abnegation, always putting others first, always invisible as the grey of your clothes made you fade into the background. You were never the most beautiful girl in the room, in fact, no one ever looked at you, so over the time, you learned to just keep to yourself. Not even Mel could break the walls you had built around you.

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anonymous asked:

Do you think we can get uf sans' pov when he and lady were in the hot tub?

(*I’m always happy to do these!)

“It figures that you’d leave your phone in the hotel room, Red muses as he drums his fingers along the edge of the hot tub, glaring daggers at his unresponsive phone.  He had decided to continue his hot tub selfie tradition by sending you another, this one with the caption “i’m waitin on the roof sweetheart.”  After several minutes pass, he decides to send a text to Stretch.

is y/n still with u?

Of course, the response is immediate.  

ashtray: “yep”

Irritation flashes through him, causing Red to grit his teeth.  Admittedly, he’s been in a rather bad mood ever since he saw that swimsuit on you.  The fact that you chose something Stretch picked out wasn’t what bothered him; it was the fact that you matched Stretch, that he got to rub your skin so intimately, that he had earned a private moment on the beach where the others weren’t allowed to spy.  

Red had eaten with Sans, but he hadn’t been good company.  He had just guzzled mustard and scarfed down a burger, ignoring his counterparts attempts at jokes to lighten his grisly mood.  When enough time had passed, he simply teleported to the roof, comforting himself with the knowledge that you had promised to set some time aside for him.  

Besides, it wasn’t like Stretch was the type to make a move that soon, right?  Even if you were now watching the sunset with the ashtray… on the beach… completely alone… in a rather romantic setting… wearing matching skull print swimsuits that practically announce to the world that you’re a couple…

Scowling, Red angrily types out a reply: “tell her i’m waiting on the roof.”

And then he plays the waiting game, while trying to relax in the meantime.  He shouldn’t be wound this tight–especially over a human girl he hasn’t known all that long.  

But he also hasn’t been able to forget the feeling of your lips against his cheekbone when you leaned in to thank him.  If Blueberry hadn’t butted in….

Those thoughts are pushed aside as you meander onto the rooftop, your expression lighting up when it lands on him.  Grinning wide, Red waves you over, the tightness in his chest uncoiling.  As you approach, he slides over, patting the water beside him with a sharp splash.  

“heya doll.  i saved ya a seat.”

“Guess you did tell me you had room for two.”

When did–oh, that’s right!  The first selfie in the hot tub.  He had sent that shamelessly, not caring that you had a boyfriend after he had experienced just how big of a douchebag he was.  Red knew you were going through a tough time, and as flirtatious as his selfie was, the real point of the picture was to make you smile–to take your mind off things.  That’s all the others wanted for you, too.  They didn’t have many human friends–or friends in general, since Sans was trying to keep the whole “i ripped apart the multi-verse and now there’s multiples of me and my brother” on the down-low.  So, it had been nice to entertain a friendship that wasn’t involved in that mess.

 “heh, you ‘member that, huh?  why not take a load off?”  To his relief, you take him up on that offer, sliding into the water beside him.  He’s unable to keep his eyelights off you, roaming the skin that the suit reveals before its obscured by the water.  Red’s never been a self-conscious guy, but there’s a part of him that’s glad for the dim lighting on the roof and the poor quality of his cell phone’s camera.  His ribs are littered with nicks, cracks, and calcifications from the fights he had been in throughout the years.  His brother’s bones were in even worse shape.  

Leaning back, Red decides to enjoy the moment.  Even if he didn’t win the bet, so one of the others could easily crash their little party, he didn’t care.  He’s content being next to you, his arms spread out… his humerus so close that he can feel your body heat against it.  

Or is that just him being hyper-aware of that fraction of an inch of space between the two of you?

Speaking of which… there isn’t much space between any portion of your bodies, he realizes.  Smirk widening, Red stretches out his legs, shifting so that his knee skims against the side of your thigh.  His focus is on your face, but he can’t tell if your cheeks are just that darkened because of the water’s temperature or from the physical contact.  

Stars, how he hopes it’s the latter.

“Can you even feel the heat without nerves?” you blurt.

*sweetheart, ya gotta lot of nerve bringing this kinda heat in here.
*i don’t need skin to tell it’s gettin’
hot in here.
*…nah, i better not say that.  

“sure. somewhat. heat and cold don’t really bother skeletons, but this does feel nice.”  He shrugs, and the motion brings his arm down lower–this, of course, being a calculated move.  

*i wasn’t lyin’.  this does feel nice–just bein’ like this.

You don’t move away from his arm or his leg.  You don’t move to break the contact.  It only emboldens Red, who really wants to touch more of your skin.  If he had it his way, you wouldn’t be sitting beside him.  No, you’d be on his lap, arms wound around his neck.  

“Y-yeah, it does feel good. I always loved hot tubs.”

*was that… a reaction?

More perceptive than he appears, Red caught the nervous hitch to your voice. "ya don’t say?“ 

“Mmhmm.” Red notices your gaze drop, focusing on his collar.  You swallow hard, and it only makes his smirk widen.  "Are you having fun so far, Red?“

“more than you know,” he chuckles, deciding to experiment. His fingertips brush lightly over the side of your arm, and you actually lean closer to him, without pulling away.  He breathes a sigh of relief. “i’m glad the hot tub’s on the roof. i wanted to show ya the view.”

You seem distracted.  “The view? But we can’t see the beach from here.”

“not the ocean. the stars.”

He nods his head toward the sky, and the furrow from your brow relaxes as you turn your face skyward and take in the view.  The stars have always been his favorite thing–something that kept him going in the Underground, a promise he had made long ago.  The first thing he had done (after the initial freak out and fight he and his brother picked with the others that may have escalated) was stand outside and look up at the stars.  He had felt so small then, but… sitting here, looking at them with you, he doesn’t feel that way.  

His chest feels warm, the tight feeling coming again.  His fingers gently press on your upper arm, and you respond immediately, without even tearing your gaze from the sky.  You lean your shoulder into his, letting him draw his arm around you, where he could leisurely explore the skin along your shoulder and upper arm.  He hasn’t been paying attention to the stars in the slightest.  Instead, his head is slowly lolling to the side, tilting closer to yours.

“Thank you.”

Red jerks, his head snapping back up.  He was so lost in his daydream that t takes him a moment to process the words.  "for what?“

"This. For showing me this. And… for all the other stuff, too, you know.”

Red assumes the other stuff means lending you his jacket and carrying you back to the lodge.  Honestly, he liked the way you looked in his jacket; he liked the idea of you wearing something that belongs to him.  It’s a possessive thought, akin to claiming you, but it sends his instincts into overdrive. 

Your gratitude also brings his thoughts full-circle to what happened last week on the racecar bed…  Smirking, he leans in.  "does this mean i get another kiss?“

You’re so close that it would be so easy for him to just lean in and close the gap between your lips and his teeth.  His eyelights drop to your lips, and he finds himself gravitating toward them, his sharpened teeth just barely parting in anticipation.

And then you shove him away, but at least you’re laughing.  He also notes that your cheeks are definitely darker. "Nope, one time deal.”

*that can’t be true, sweetheart.

Instead of voicing that thought, he says, “now that’s just cruel, sweetheart.”

“Never said I wasn’t cruel.”  Your tone is teasing as you move from beneath his arm to get out of the hot tub. Red’s transfixed by the way the water glistens on your skin–as well as how your rear was practically in his face when you turned to step out.  "C'mon, that’s enough star-gazing for one night. You’ll pass out.“

He smirks, slowly moving to follow. "it isn’t possible for me to over-heat, doll, but i appreciate your concern." 

*but if ya had stayed in the hot tub even a minute longer, i might’ve.

Should you ever have the chance to go see the Reduced Shakespeare Company, here’s what to expect (buckle up folks, cause it’s wild)

  • basically a 150k words crossover fanfic of all shakespeare plays
  • very much ooc at times
  • so. many OCs 
  • Hamlet/Lady Macbeth, Richard III/Beatrice, Beatrice/Catherine/Juliet, Juliet/Dromeo (Original Male Character) (the list goes on)
  • It’s the very first play Shakespeare wrote when he was 17. They found it buried in a parking lot in Leicester
  • Puck is the narrator. He makes Juliet fall in love with Dromeo (Romeo’s long lost twins) for shits and giggles.
  • “Dromeo, Dromeo! Wherefore art thou Dromeo?”  
    “……..I’m RIGHT HERE” 
    “Oh cause Romeo is my twin and - yeah no it doesn’t make any sense”
  • Sir John bursting on the stage shouting “A WHORE, A WHORE! MY KINGDOM FOR A WHORE”
  • Hamlet is constantly mocked by everyone for being so fucking indecisive
  • he tries to tell is monologue but they cut him and make him say stupid puns
  • *puck puts a toupee on the skull* “Toupee or not toupee, that is the question”
  • tons of UST between Hamlet and Lady Macbeth
  • Lady Macbeth: “ I have given suck, and know
    How tender ’tis to love the babe that milks me.
    I would, while it was smiling in my face,
    Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums
    And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn as you
    Have done to this.”
    Hamlet: “…holy crap
  • she asks him to stop mopping about and, quote, to “take some mental viagra
  • Ariel (Shakespeare’s, not Disney’s, although it wouldn’t matter cause “Disney’s basically modern day Shakespeare”
    “no he isn’t! don’t tell me disney wrote the story of a young prince whose father gets killed by his evil uncle!”
    “the lion king”
    “okay bad example”)
    is in it and she’s Puck worst ennemy. She narrates the story with him
  • Richard III is trying to find a girlfriend and Puck plays the matchmaker. Dickie plays the ukulele to Beatrice (who is not impressed)
  • it gets weird(er). Puck asks the Weird Sister “WHAT’S UP, WITCHES” ; Prospero looks like AVPM Dumbledore.
  • They reenact the Tempest with a blue drape and water guns (they splash the audience as well because “screw them”
  • Juliet is lost in the woods and find Beatrice and Catherine. 
  • They are very much together and teach Juliet how to curse at men (”YAASSSSS JULIET”)
  • this brilliant bit: 

    “I see men are not in your book.”
    “If they were, I’d burn my study”

  • (Juliet most vile insult is lawyer)
  • Cleopatra, Oberon and cie arrive and shit happens
  • Cleo falls in love with Bottom cause “who does not love a nice ass ;) ;)”
  • Ceasar kills Hamlet and Lady Macbeth thinks it’s hot 
    “Is it your dagger I feel?” “EHYOOOO”
  • Rich III turns magically into Rich II, but then back into Rich III
  • “One day you’re at the top, and the next back at the bottom. A bit like Leicester City.”
  • Puck gets killed at the end but is brought back to life by Tinkerbe-Ariel and the audience as they clap
  • did i mention all of these were played by only 3 guys and a box of props?
  • Fucking Willy Shakes included himself in the play (”WE ARE NOT WORTHY, WE ARE NOT WORTHY”)
  • He arrives as a “coup de theatre deus ex machina”
  • Willy does a feather-drop
Two Sides of Same Coin

Member: Suga // BTS

Main Plot: They have to get the money before their family can suffer.

Short Summary: They both were simply one side of their normal selves, and only with each other could they know who they really were.

A/N: Credits for the one who thought of the plot-line- @kawaii-hedgehog

Words: 2.3k

/ SeokJin // YoonGi // HoSeok // NamJoon // JiMin // TaeHyung // JeongGuk /

It was a late evening when he found himself stumbling through a crowded dance floor where beer was flying through the air, it seemed, and the entire place reeked of smoke and weed, mixed with a tangy odour of vomit coming from somewhere in the corner.

All in all, the place was disgusting and made Min YoonGi act extra cautious, hovering his hand over the gun on his waist. How the fuck was he supposed to even find some clients in this dumpster?

Releasing a heavy sigh, YoonGi slowly tracked to the bar, all the while throwing a careful glance over the gathered audience, trying to seek out some rich looking bastards- but there was none. Not this time, anyway.

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Sprained Knee & Netflix

Rating: G

Fandom: The Flash

Pairing: E-2 Harrison Wells/Reader; Harrison Wells & Reader

Credit: Personal imagine

A/N: When I wrote this, I wasn’t sure how the relationship would play out but reading it over again, it could read as a slow burn scenario. The inspiration for this came from a scene in Leverage. 

Originally posted by sherrykinss

           Harrison looked up and frowned as he heard the tell-tale sounds of unwanted crutches clicking towards the Cortex. Sure enough, you were hobbling into the Cortex from the infirmary, having obviously made your escape from Caitlin’s watchful eyes. “I thought Snow had you on lock-down?” he asked as you let yourself fall into Cisco’s chair with a small whimper.

           “She went home hours ago and I needed to get out of there. Besides, it’s just a sprained knee,” you said idly, propping your bum leg on a stool and grabbing the nearest keyboard. Harrison looked down at the leg that been locked in a brace for over a week since the last metahuman attack left you injured.

           “You tore the ACL in that knee,” he reminded, remembering the panic he felt seeing you clutching your leg and fighting back tears.

           “Right, a sprain,” you retorted, narrowing your eyes at the computer screen. Harrison tossed his screwdriver aside and walked over to the computer station to yank the wireless keyboard from you. “Hey!”

           “Did you even take your pain pills?” he glared, holding the keyboard out of reach. You made to reach forward and grab it from him when your bum leg shifted. White hot daggers of pain stabbed on either side of your knee and you fell back into the seat with a softly hissed curse and a grimace. “I take that as a no as well. Do you ever listen to anyone about anything?”

           Still glaring at the keyboard he was keeping away from you, you instead grabbed the water bottle sitting next to you (pretty sure it was Harrison’s) and took a drink from it. “Can’t take anything that will slow me down,” you countered. “Gotta be sharp, on the quick, can’t get attached to anything I can’t walk away from in 30 seconds when I feel the heat coming around the corner.”

           An awkward silence followed as Harrison stared at you with an amused look. “Did…did you just quote Heat?” You pointedly ignored the slight blush coloring your cheeks.

           “I hacked into your Netflix queue and watched it three times.” You thought a moment. “No…four.” You looked back up to see him staring at you with a raised eyebrow. “Told you I was going stir-crazy.”

           “You think?” Setting the keyboard on the table, he rubbed his tired eyes from under his glasses and sighed. “You need to rest and let your leg heal, Y/N. You’re not Barry, you don’t have regenerative healing abilities. We can get by without you for the time being.”

           Your eyes fell to your lap and the stabilizing brace on your leg. “That’s what I’m afraid of,” you whispered, remembering the events that led up to your knee injury.

           “Now wait a minute, that’s not what I meant, Y/N,” Harrison stated. “Do you really think you’re not an important part of this team? Since you’ve been here, I’ve seen you reprogram the security systems of this lab, code a metahuman tracking program, and hack into government firewalls for vital information we need. Hell, I sat beside you on Earth-2 and watched you hack military satellites so we could nail down where Zoom’s lair was. Without you, we wouldn’t have been able to find my daughter or Zoom. I don’t know what this team would do without you.” Cupping your face in his hands, he continued, “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

           You blushed brighter as you reached up and held his wrist. “I’m still going stir-crazy,” you added. Harrison smiled and nodded.

           “I’ll talk to Caitlin and see if she can’t lift the restrictions a bit. Meanwhile, since you’ve pilfered through my queue, think you can do the same to someone else’s queue?” You grinned at the mischievous smile on Harrison’s lips.

           “Hon, I could hack into the Queen of England’s Netflix queue,” you boasted, grabbing your crutches. Harrison shook his head, though the smile stayed as he helped you up without pain.

           “Rearranging Ramon’s will do just fine.”

reaction on the trailer for the third chapter of BATIM

i just saw the trailer for the third chapter of BATIM, so….*sound of a thousand demonic souls being burn in a hot flames of hell at a grave yard with angry banshees and crying kids mixed the noises of suffering beasts that being tortured with hot pointy metal daggers near a sea where you can hear the songs of whales and screams of sailors being attacked by giant shark with voices of syrens and cries of hungry animals in a nearby forest filled with sounds of Vietnamese tradional songs and noises of a million Bendy’s fangils*

I Wanna Hold Your Hand

Anonymous Requested:

“A one-shot where (y/n) has been dating Andy for a while, and she really likes him, but his tattoos for his ex upset her? She doesn’t say anything at first, but eventually she just kind of freaks about it?”


I love tattoos, just saying, this isn’t related to the one shot. I just love tattoos.

*Insert Theme Song*

(If only I had one)

Anyway, that’s some nonsense, enjoy the story.

Hearts for Beatles References ^.^

(Y/N) - Your Name


“I wanna hold your haaaand, I wanna hold your hand.”  Andy sang to you as you walked through a park, not caring that people were looking at you.

“I want to hold you haaaaaand.” He screamed, making a little kid on a swing set look close to tears. You laughed and smacked his arm playfully.

“Honey, you’re scaring the children.” You told him, not exactly sure who, or even if, you were trying to imitate someone, but letting yourself make the possible imitation anyway.

“Fuck the children.” He said and started laughing. You loved when his care free side came forward. Sure, he was always fun to be around, but this lack of inhibitions, and just beautiful playfulness was one of your favorite pieces of him.

“That’s not legal, Andy, you know that.” You giggled, and he whined.

“But (Y/N),” He pouted before leaning closer to you.

“I wanna hold your hand.” He whispered into your ear, and you laughed, looking down at your intertwined hands. You saw the tattoo on his hand that was a nod to his previous girlfriend, and you felt all the happiness instantly drain out of you. You tried to push back the impending sorrow, but you weren’t sure you could do it this time. You had known that he had the tattoo, and various others, dedicated to her from their relationship, and you’d said they didn’t bother you, and usually they didn’t, just a little twinge, or a slightly ache, but right then it felt like someone was piercing your heart with a freshly forged dagger, still hot and sharp, and causing you searing pain right in the center of your chest. You eyes watered, and you wondered if he had had times like this with her, if he’d sung to her the way he did to you, if you were as fun as she was when he was acting like this.

Your happy, light couldn’t be brought back, you were past the point of no return, and on the verge of a total break down.

“Hey, (Y/N), what’s wrong?” he asked, and you kicked yourself for making him serious again. He deserved to be happy, not brought down by you and your sadness. You’d bet that she never brought him down. You bet he never held him back the way that you obviously did. You felt the tears start to roll down your cheeks, and you had to force yourself not to sob.

“Hey, hey.” He said, taking you into his arms and holding you close. He started stroking your hair soothingly, murmuring and cooing to you. “What’s wrong, babe? Come on, we were having such a fun time. Whatever it is just don’t think about it, we can deal with it later, baby.” He whispered, and you clutched the front of his shirt before beginning to sob in earnest.

“I’m sorry, Andy.” You told him, hiccupping. “Please, don’t hate me.” She whispered. “I’m sorry.” You sobbed, and he cooed at you.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, babe, I could never hate you, you’re my everything.” He whispered against your ear. “You never have to apologize for no reason, babe. Don’t be silly.” He cooed to you, but that only made you sob harder.

“You never had to do this with her, I bet. You deserve so much better than me, Andy.” You told him, and he pulled away slightly.

“Whoa, where is all that coming from?” He asked and you just shook your head.

“You deserve so much better than me.” You kept saying over and over again.

“(Y/N).” He said sternly, shutting you up. “I don’t want anything ‘better’. If there is someone better out there I don’t want them, not now, and not ever, what would make you think anything different?” He asked you softly with those soul gazing eyes.

“It’s just, you have all those tattoos, and your relationship with her was so good, I can’t replace her Andy, she’s so much better than me.” You croaked out around the building wave of fresh tears.

“Oh, (Y/N).” He cooed, bringing you back to his chest to hug you tighter. “(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N).” he said shaking his head. “I didn’t know they bothered you so much.” He murmured against your forehead. “You should’ve told me something.”

“I- I don’t have the right to do that. They’re you’re tattoos, it’s your body, I can’t just tell you to alter it.” You said through the thickness of your tears.

“You’re too good for me.” He whispered, kissing your head and then moving back to look into your eyes. “Tomorrow we can go get a tattoo together, okay?” He said, kissing your nose. “You silly girl. When something makes you unhappy you need to tell me, (Y/N), I can’t fix a problem I don’t know about.”

“I love you Andy.” You mumbled, collapsing against his chest.

“Well I don’t know about you, but I just wanna hold your hand.” He murmured, kissing your head.