i always have the hardest time with blue. :

 So, I’ve been getting recently tons of questions regarding my notes, and today I decided to make a post about it. If you find it useful make sure to reblog it! 

First of all lets talk about supplies. 

Should you invest or stick to your regular supplies?

We’re all different and we all have different needs and economy. In my case, I love stationery but my economy right now isn’t that high to buy all of the cute stationery in the world. I’m always trying to find dupes, or products that work similar to expensive ones (i’m also guilty of doing this with makeup oops). Here goes a list of the essentials I keep on my pencil pouch. 

  • Pens in different colors - I like to give a color to every single element on my notes. Kinda like a color scheme. Blue = definitions , Black = general content. My favorite pens are the Pilot G2 Gel pens, they’re just a-m-a-z-i-n-g.
  • Fineliners - Fineliners are by far, one of my must haves. I used to use papermate color pens, but when I bought my first pack of Stabilo’s, It was love at first sight. The two most popular brands are Stabilo and Staedtler. Both of them have their pros and cons, so here i’ll leave you a video of a battle between them. I’ve never tried the Staedtler ones, so I wouldn’t know if they’re better or not. They’re really useful for mind maps, subtitles, decorating, titles, etc. You should totally save some money and buy ones!
  • Mechanical pencils - I stopped using regular pencils because sharpening them was just pissing me off. My favorite ones are by papermate.
  • Markers - this ones to me are pretty optional, but I decided to go for some Crayola ones to make some tabs or titles. I would say they’re useful, but only if you feel like buying them. 
  • Highlighters - There are thousands of types, and thousands of brands. But it’s all about your needs. If the reason you want highlighters is to highlight on books, I would really recommend Sharpies and Stabilos. I have both of them, they work pretty well. And here we go with one of the most popular products around tumblr: mildliners. I have to admit it:  they’re beautiful. They come in different colors and they’re just gorgeous! The only problem to me is the price. They don’t sell mildliners here in my country, so I have to order them from Amazon, and it’s just really expensive. Are they worth it? To me, yes. But if you don’t want to spend that much money on highlighters, you can also try the Pilot Frixion Light ones. Anyways, here’s a video comparing many of these popular brands. 

Now that you have your stationery set and ready, is time to get started with the hardest part : taking notes. One thing you need to know is, I take many of my notes in class time, which means I have to come up with a plan and a color scheme in a matter of seconds to get started when the teacher starts giving class. 

My note taking process:

  1. Set a color scheme - You can make it all pink, all blue, all warm colors, all violets, etc. I always try to alternate and use a different color for every topic, so you should try it out. 
  2. Different fonts - I use cursive for subtitles and my normal handwriting for the rest of the text. I always get asked: What did you do to get such a neat handwriting? My answer is: practice. I used to have a really horrible handwriting when I started high school, but once I discovered studyblrs, I began to copy some of the handwriting on pictures. I came up with my own font and i’m really happy with it! So dont be afraid to copy some handwriting you like, in the end you can always add your style to it. 
  3. Organize your information - Many times teachers ask you to make mind maps, diagrams, charts, etc. Choose the one that fits your information. I’m a huge fan of diagrams, but I also like to use charts a lot. Its all about your personal opinion. Most of the times teachers give me paper sheets with al the information on them, so the next thing I do is to highlight definitions. Once I’m done with definitions, I start highlighting with a different color the rest of the text. 
  4. Start writing - This is my last step, and its pretty simple. Once I have all of my information sorted and organized, I can get writing! I spend a lot of time doing it so I really commend you to find a good and relaxing playlist to have fun while doing it and a bottle of water.

I hope you found this post useful! Love, Dani.

Keith unintentionally spies on Lance in the training room  … (Part Three)

where the Blue Paladin is kicking ass. And Keith’s kind of mesmerized by it. Then he’s more than mesmerized — he’s freaking out because he’s actually kinda sorta into this brutally efficient soldier version of Lance.

(Part One Here) (Part Two Here)

Lance tilts his head at Keith, his rifle bayard sheathed and one hand coming up to run through the damp strands of his hair. “What was what?”

“All of … this.” Keith gestures helplessly to the now empty training deck. “Since when do you use my battle sims?”

“Since, uh, you started designing them?” Lance replies, sounding wary. “Um, was I not supposed to?”

“No, but, I made them … They’re meant to be hard, nearly impossible —”

“Ah, so you’re offended I actually managed to finish it?” Lance grins, and Keith half expects a fight to come out of this, but instead Lance says, without any bite to his tone, “Dude, maybe I’m not super ninja awesome badass with a blade, but I can hold my own. I’m sure I’m not nearly as —”

“You just beat my time by four minutes,” Keith blurts out.

Lance stops mid-sentence and stares. Keith shuffles his feet, ventures to take another couple of steps. He’s close enough to see how truly drenched with perspiration Lance is — to see the sweat dripping down from his temple, along the side of his face and then his neck … Which is not at all important or worth noting or whatever his brain was doing right now, damn it, stop.

“Wow, seriously? You’re serious right now?” And when Keith nods, Lance puffs out his chest and fist pumps. “Hell yes! You know what? I stand corrected, I am a super ninja awesome badass with a rifle, and I will take you down any day, any time, Red, you just —”

“How often have you been practising?” Keith asks, genuinely curious and also more than a little desperate to stop the boasting which was actually attractive, what the actual hell. “Because you did not just get that good today.”

“Huh, like, three or four times a week? More when we’re not on mission, or when you’re not in one of your moods that means pretty much no one can get in here until you’ve worked out whatever crawled up —”

“So whenever I’m not in here, you are,” Keith surmises, and somehow this bothers him. Maybe because instead of spending hours in here on his own, with only his demons for company, he could have been spending hours in here with the loudmouth Blue Paladin — that this seems the better option terrifies him, so he shoves down the thought, buries it in the furthest, dustiest, least visited corner of his mind.

“I’m not that obsessed,” Lance continues, wiping at his face with his now armourless hands. “I actually have other stuff to do — pester Pidge, play Jetpack Frozen Tag with Hunk, swap ridiculous weather stories with Coran — he is so totally fascinated by tornados. Apparently they were never a thing on Altea, which means they never would have had classics like Twister or Sharknado, and that’s a crying shame, let me tell you…”

“Lance,” Keith starts, then stops. Then he stares rather helplessly at the Blue Paladin, who has begun taking off pieces of the armour, making relieved little noises as he does so. 

“Yeah?” Lance is holding his gloves, vambraces, and his chest plate, which is probably the worse part, because the flight suit underneath is … “Keith, buddy, you’re being weird. Well, weirder. What’s up?”

“I was coming in here to train and you —”

“Uh-uh, no way, you are not training after you almost died, did die, you stopped breathing, jackass — only yesterday!” That Lance has the energy to be pissed at Keith is actually almost as impressive as everything else he did just a few minutes ago. “I’m not working my butt off here for you to just —”

And he abruptly snaps his mouth shut, his blue eyes impossibly wide.

Keith suddenly feels like he might have the upper hand, and he seizes the opportunity like a drowning man snagging a life preserver.

“You haven’t been practising for me to just … what, Lance?”

Author’s note: You know who’s bad at feelings? Keith. You know who I always have the hardest time writing about? Keith. You know whose POV I’ve written from the most? Keith.

I have a problem.

But it’s not the fabulous people that are following along with this random, spur-of-the-moment fic. *hugs* Thank you! And now, Part Four Here!

Brittana Wedding Vows

“…and now, the vows. Santana, would you please go first?”

Santana nervously stares down and considers whipping out the little note she neatly folded and stuck into the breast of her beautiful classic strapless wedding gown. She looks back up into the bright blue eyes and beautiful angel-like smile and she knows that she doesn’t need the note. She’s just going to say what’s in her heart, because that’s where Brittany has always been.

“Brittany, my Britt-Britt. We’ve come such a long way and I would not be who I am today without your love and support. You’ve stuck by me through my roughest times. Through the good, the bad, and the terrifying. I’ve been bullied, outed, and misunderstood. But during these times, I had your love, your laughter, and your rays of sunlight that kept bringing me back to the life I wanted to live. The life I wanted to live with you by my side.” Santana’s smile falters a little bit before speaking again. “Some may think that I found myself when we went our separate ways. That I matured and ‘grew up’ – so to speak, but I didn’t need to find myself. I had already found myself when I spent my days and nights with you, I knew that that is who I am and who I will always be.” Santana rubs her thumbs across Brittany’s knuckles and look down at their joined hands. “But regardless of how I knew our story was going to end, we both wanted what was best for each other, so I closed my eyes and locked up my heart knowing that the hardest things that I would ever have to go through were break ups and the burn of seeing you with other people.” Her eyes go back to the sparkling blue eyes rimmed with red as tears fill the blonde standing across from her. “I remember a time last year when someone asked me, ‘If Brittany came back and through all the heartaches you endured, would you take her back?’ My answer was as clear as day ‘A thousand times yes.’ I am not perfect , and you always tell me that you don’t want me to be because being perfect is someone else’s perfect,” Santana smiles at that thought. “But I am a work in progress. I will work hard to be a good wife, a great lover, and protector.” Santana tilts her head slightly when Brittany chuckles at her last sentence, but not understanding why, she continues. “I remember one of my darkest days, you brought me a book from the store on your way over to cheer me up, The Missing Piece Meets the Big O. You explained to me that the missing piece keeps looking for the piece it can fit into, so it can feel complete. It was looking for the piece that everyone else wanted it to look for even if it never felt right. But, soon she realizes that she doesn’t need another piece to complete it…”

Santana is cut off by Brittany’s whispers, “She’s fine just as she is. She’s just looking for another whole piece to roll away with.”

There are a bunch of “aww’s” and sniffles in the crowd when Brittany finishes Santana’s sentence.

Santana smiles even bigger and nods as her eyes begin to cloud from the tears collecting in them, she blinks and they fall. Brittany quickly releases her right hand to wipe them for her with her thumb before grabbing Santana’s hand again.

“Roll away with me, Britt. Let me love you the way you deserve to be loved, with everything that one person can give. You are my rock, you are my soul, you are my everything, and I love you with everything that I am and ever will be.”

Santana takes a deep breath and releases it shakily before giving Brittany a warm smile and looking back over to Burt, signalling that she is finished.

“Wow,” Burt whispers to himself and then turns to the tall blonde wearing an elegant v-neck lacy white dress. “Brittany, your vows.”

Brittany lets go of Santana’s hand for a moment to wipe a stray tear from the corner of her eye, but it doesn’t change light streaks that had already fallen from listening to Santana’s vows.

She shakes her head as she looks into her soon-to-be-wife’s eyes in adoration.

“Santana, you knew who I was before I figured it out for myself. You have always been thoughtful and kind, caring and nurturing when nobody else thought I needed it. You were patient and loving even though the world seemed so scary and confusing. It was just too fast, made me feel dumb just because my brain worked differently. You protected me as the world spun around me at rapid speed, but everything stopped when you looked at me, and everything would fall back into place. The way you held me made me feel safe and the way you spoke to me helped me understand; you helped me feel smart. You were the bright, hot, mystical wizard that gave the unicorn its horn.” Santana chuckles and so does the crowd. Brittany’s smile shines up to her eyes, but she bites her bottom lip slightly and continues. “My world was full of clear skies and bright sunlight until they were not. Some moments were dark and grey like my heart when you weren’t there to make it warm again. Moments when my brain was muddled and no one knew how to sort it out again. Moments when it seemed like it was really over. I had never known such darkness until you were gone, but I would have suffered it all just for the tiny chance to be standing up here marrying you. ” Brittany tightens her grip on Santana’s hand, their eyes locking with each other, “Please help me keep brightness in my life, and I will do my best to keep it in yours. You already know that I am a work in progress.” Santana smiles at the same use of words, now understanding the chuckle Brittany had given her earlier on. “But I will work towards being a good wife, your confidant, your biggest fan, and your sexiest lover,” Brittany sends Santana her killer wink as the crowd giggles at the last words. Santana can’t help but giggle too. “Roll away with me, Santana, and let me be the cute little misshapen rock you chose to roll away with too. I will be there to love you and to always kiss the pain away. I will hold your hair up when you drink too much. I will hold you close when you’re feeling cold, and I promise to love you until infinity, Santana Lopez.”

Brittany reaches for Santana’s cheeks again to wipe away the tears that are falling, and at the same time Santana does the same. They wipe away their tears of happiness before it can completely destroy their makeup. Once they’re back to holding each other’s hands, Burt continues.

Do you Santana Diabla Lopez take Brittany Susan Pierce to be your wife?

“I do.”

Do you Brittany Susan Pierce take Santana Diabla Lopez to be your wife?

“I do.”

Santana’s smile conveys so much love as she holds out her hand to Blaine who passes her the diamond covered platinum wedding band.

Brittany sucks in her lips in anticipation before reaching over to take the matching ring from between Kurt’s fingers.

Santana holds the ring between the fingers of her left hand as she softly positions Brittany’s finger before sliding it on perfectly. Brittany not able to take her eyes off the look on her wife’s face, not even to look at the new ring sitting on left hand. When it’s Brittany’s turn, she grips Santana’s left hand securely before placing the ring effortlessly on her fourth finger. They once again hold their hands together for Burt’s final speech. Brittany shaking a little bit from excitement as Santana smiles so hard her cheeks begin to hurt while nodding her head at Brittany, telling her without words that ‘This is it’.

The girls turn their attention to Burt as he finalizes their marriage, “And now by the power vested in me by the internet and the state of Indiana and under a God who, for sure if he believes in love that he fully endorses the loving marriage of this wonderful couple. I now pronounce you, wife and wife. You may now kiss your bride.

The girls turn to each other again, Brittany reaches forward to pull Santana into her long waiting lips. Kissing her wife for the very first time. She is about to pull Santana in to deepen the kiss but remembers what Santana said earlier on in the back and decides she best save the really great wife to wife kiss for later, so instead, they break away and Santana reaches up for a tight hug that Brittany returns instantly speaking quietly into Santana’s ear, “I love you.”

Happy 2 Year Anniversary, Brittany and Santana!

I’m an ambassador for Norway?!

Well considering I was accepted as an ambassador for @hetaliafandomhub weeks ago but totally forgot about it the first impression I’ve left must kinda suck, but I’ll try my hardest to redeem myself!

Let’s go!

Heisann! My name is Mari, I’m 17 and I am as Norwegian as they come (except I don’t have blue eyes and I’m not obsessed with skiing). I’ve wanted to contribute to the Hetalia community somehow for a long time and figured this was the best thing I could do, considering I’ve always been interested in history, culture and languages, all that good stuff.

But owo wut’s this ambassador thing anyways?

Well my friend, I’ll be here to answer any questions relating to Norway, whether you’d like some help with language (if you’re learning it or maybe you want aph norway to say something in Norwegian in your fic, anything really), if you have any questions relating to Norwegian history (or as I call it, proving my ships’ canonness;) ), or if you want some inside information about culture (but I will admit I do not know why hot dogs and ice cream are considered traditional food on the 17th of may (constitution day). Maybe it’s simply because it’s cheap and can easily be served to many people). 

At the end of the post I’ve included some ‘just Norwegian things’. It’s not required reading but I briefly touch upon history, language, and culture. Maybe reading some of it will make it easier to ask a question.

A little announcement which might be relevant to know  

I am not of Sami (see end of text post if confused) decent or consider myself to be a same (although I wanted to be and legit believed I was one when I was like 4, this backstory can be uncovered later if anyone is interested). Therefore I can’t help with Sami language and not too much with culture, but I still think I can answer basic questions about them, they’re very interesting! I can also use Norwegian sources and do some digging for you if it’s necessary, I’d love to, in fact! 

Back to me again :)

As you can see, I like to act pretty chill, but I’ll still try to provide the most accurate information and include as many perspectives as possible (if relevant). I do well in school and my friends beg me to chill with all the history and language, so do not hesitate to contact me because I’d love to answer pretty much anything! If it requires some brushing up of knowledge on my part or  research from scratch even better, I spend like 30% of my spare time reflecting about random stuff and googling history stuff anyways xD

That’s really it for my introduction, it’s really long isn’t it? Sorry ‘bout that! I’ll list some basic stuff below if you’re interested, other than that, I do hope you contact me if you have any questions at all! No question is a dumb question (unless you ask me if Norwegians really are Swedes or Danes, in that case, I’ll reply with a ‘-_-’ but you can still do it if you want to). Also, I’ll try not to reply with a 10-page paragraph, I’ll control myself (or at least try).

Some basic bonus ‘Just Norwegian things

Norway’s population live scattered across the country. The capital of Norway is Oslo, which is also the biggest city here. However, it’s not really a big city after international standards. We’re a small country consisting of barely 5 million people altogether (and NYC has like 8 million inhabitants!!!). So we smol. We smol. 

History stuff (my personal fave)

How old is Norway and what’s been going on up there in the North? 

Norway was ‘officially’ first unified as a kingdom around 870 AD by a guy called Harald Fairhair, also our coat of arms is one of the oldest in the world. Still, we’ve been ruled by Denmark for 400 years, followed by Sweden for around 90 years before regaining our independence (interrupted by a German occupation during WW2), so we’ve not always been a sovereign kingdom but we was around you know, caught in between the disputes of our not so lovely older brothers Denmark and Sweden (jk we love you, Scandinavia fam for life). 

1814: Constitution time!

The most important year for Norway historically is probably 1814, the year the Danish-Norwegian union ended and when we made our constitution on the 17th of May, which is now our constitution day which we celebrate proudly every year. The Swedish-Norwegian union did come into force this year as well, but we got to keep our constitution with some ‘minor’ changes that allowed the Swedes to rule over us. (there was a very brief war but Sweden outpowered us and had the support of one of the many coalitions that were fighting Napoleon at the time. Sweden didn’t want to be a jerk and Norway realized fighting would be pointless and they settled for some kind of compromise if you can call it that)

The Norwegian language (relationship status: it’s complicated)

There are 3 official written languages in Norway, more precisely there are two official languages: Norwegian and Sami, however, there are two official written forms of Norwegian: bokmål (the most used main form, stems from Danish) and nynorsk (less used as one’s main form, stems from Norwegian dialects)

I realized I had a lot to say on this matter so if you’re curious, ask me to elaborate and I gladly will. 

What is typical Norwegian? A brief introduction to Norwegian culture, which is basically ‘we need to do things to stress that we’re not Swedish or Danish’ I guess

I decided to include some things on the topic of culture as well, here’s a short summary of things Norwegians think of as very ‘Norwegian’

Skiing. We say Norwegians are born with skis on their feet, and the first thing we usually do when foreigners come here is to take them skiing. Personally, it’s no hobby of mine, but I usually end up skiing a couple of times each winter. We love the sport aspect of skiing as well, and we tend to dominate cross country competitions, which we’re very proud of. 

Norwegian hiking culture: In Norway, most people love hiking. We love being outside, hiking in the mountains or strolling through forests. We have our own law which elaborates the rules of where you’re allowed to go and camp and how you should act outside and treat your surrounding environment. So in other words, Norwegians love to go hiking just as much as the tourists do, even if we’ve been on the top of the same mountain 20 times. Nature here is generally stunning so I guess it’s only natural to want to experience it.

Norwegian cabin culture: Have you ever grown tired of your own house and felt like you need a change of scenery enough to buy a cabin? Well, that’s ultimately what most of us do. This tradition is tied back to when Norwegians were farmers and had little cabins in the mountains where they stayed with their cattle or sheep as the grassed freely during summer. Most of us aren’t farmers today, but it’s still fairly common to own your own cabin or share a cabin with relatives or friends in the mountains or by the sea. We usually go there during longer holidays or sometimes over the weekend. Traditionally cabins were supposed to be smaller than regular houses with more basic facilities, sometimes without electricity and water. Recently some cabins have grown more extravagant and most people want a proper toilet and an internet connection, but the essence of it is to have a more deserted place to flee to when work and life are stressing you out and you have a few days off to relax. Also, cabins are usually located in ideal hiking areas so the hiking and cabin thing kind of go hand in hand. 

Bunad: Bunads aren’t a “Norway only” thing, it was a normal, formal garment around the 19th century. As our national costume, it has been adopted as something very Norwegian. There are tons of different patterns and designs and they’re usually worn on the 17th of May and in confirmations (a traditionally Christian tradition where you confirm your faith. The ceremony symbolized the entrance to adulthood and has stuck in Norway as a coming of age celebration, whether you choose to do it in church or not. Also, this is usually when kids get their bunad as a gift from their family.). It’s sometimes also used in other important celebrations like weddings. Bunads have usually been worn mostly by girls, but lately more guys have seemed to start wearing them as well! Keep going guys, you all look stunning!

2 Years

A/N I cried while writhing this so that should give you an idea 

Summary: Angst in it’s purest form

Words: 1000

Originally posted by stanxstan

You had two years, and that was it for you

When you first met him you avoided him like the plague. You couldn’t afford to get close to anyone but you both worked and lived in the Stark Tower.You as an engineer and him as an avenger.  There was no avoiding him.

2 months of begging and he got you to go on a date with him even though your heart knew it was wrong,but you couldn’t bring yourself to say no. Life was to short to deny yourself of small pleasures

6 months later and you were irrevocably in love with him, maybe you always were but you could never admit it to yourself and much less him. You kept your thoughts to yourself and let them run wild at night when he was asleep and the peacefulness of sleep wouldn’t take you. Your heart was heavy as you looked at him.

He would always be your biggest regret.

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Underswap Character Headcanons

Asgore (swapped with Toriel): He left Toriel because he was appalled by the fact that she was willing to murder children in order to free the monster race.  I would assume that he left after she killed the second one to fall to the underground.  He’s constantly trapped in the past, and is definitely unable to raise a hand against anyone, even more pacifist than in Undertale, to the point that when he tries to stop you from leaving the underground, he can’t even bring himself to fight you, because he reminds you too much of the human child he raised.  He talks to Papyrus between the door and there’s nothing stopping me from thinking that he sees him as a second son.

Toriel (swapped with Asgore): She’s definitely got a lot of guilt on her shoulder from declaring war on the humans, but she’s more bitter about it than sad.  Her original plan was to take one human soul and go to the surface to collect more, but stayed due to the people she is ruling over needing their ruler now than ever before as a beacon of hope.  She’s wishing that she could help to ease the pain of her subjects long enough for her to actually start collecting human souls.  The fight with her will be BRUTAL, seeing as how she has her hands on six and you’re just the last one.

Chara (swapped with Frisk): The child you play during the game (which I kinda see as a boy >.>).  Unlike Frisk, he defaults to asshole Pacifist, not really caring about the monsters he bumps into, taking a “I-don’t-bother-you-if-you-don’t-bother-me” approach.  He accidentally kills a Froggit in the Ruins, which freaks him out so much that he immediately resets and vows not to kill after that.  After a while, he starts to care about the friends he makes, and even makes a father figure in Asgore.  His temper is short but hilarious.

Frisk (swapped with Chara): The human saint of the land, he cared about monsters very deeply and refused to walk on the surface without his monster family.  On the other hand, he is very apathetic toward humankind, and doesn’t really care that Toriel wanted to wage a war against them.  He MIGHT have had a hand (even though he was a SOUL) in killing the other humans who fell into the underground, possessing them to slow them down so that the monsters could have their human souls.  But that’s a thought I haven’t really fleshed out yet.

Sans (swapped with Papyrus): Think Black Star mixed with Naruto.  He’s a big ball of energy who tries his hardest to enter events in the most dramatic way possible with the greatest entry line ever.  However, his entrance words are always puns, kind of ruining his entrance.  He themed his battle body blue after his idol Napsterton, though most of the time he keeps spilling ketchup on his outfits.  He idolizes his big brother Papyrus and his coolness and tries so hard to replicate it at times to no avail, even going so far as to try and copy his teleportation abilities.  He’s close friends with Alphys, where he gets his warrior training, though she won’t let him into the Royal Guard because he’s too young.  Oh yeah, he’s also around the same age as Chara and you can’t convince me otherwise.

Papyrus (swapped with Sans): The image of “weed smoker older brother” comes to mind.  He’s almost never seen without a cigarette in his mouth, though he tries not to smoke around his brother.  He’s very mellow in nature and tends to prank people with riddles with stupid answers.  He also spends his time talking to Asgore on the other side of the door and sees him as a father-like figure, which works since he needs advice to raise his younger brother Sans.  Despite his quiet and lax demeanor, he’s oddly popular with women for some reason (a headcanon that may or may not have stemmed out of the sheer fan reaction on this character).

Alphys (swapped with Undyne): The most fearsome warrior of the land, known to many as “Alpha Alphys”, or “Alphaeus” as punned by Sans.  She attacks by throwing fire axes at the player, and while slower than Undertale Undyne, the ground shakes when she runs, giving the impression that she is a natural disaster in monster format.  She tends to brag that the scars on her left eye is from a fearsome battle, but it’s actually from a time she tried swatting a fly in her house (a feat she refuses to admit).  Despite that, she retains the deep otaku nature of her Undertale self, even more than Undyne.  Sans MIGHT have gotten his tendency to spout one-liners from training with her.  She’s a lot better at them than he is, though.  She tends to hang out with Undyne, even though Undyne seems to be at her shyest around her, which gives her the impression that Alphys intimidates her, and that she’s hanging out with her to “increase her courage”.

Undyne (swapped with Alphys): The Royal Scientist with a massive crush on Alphys, to the point where she’s at her shyest around her.  She’s a huge fan of mech anime, and most of her inventions that run the underground are mechanical in nature.  It’s part of the reason why she built a body for Napstablook, and why he’s blue in scheme.  She actually has a pretty bad temper, though it’s very hard to actually get her angry.  Do so, though, and she’ll actually start throwing spears around in retaliation, blushing panic all over her face.  She even raised a Temmie as a pet before Chara came around, but it disappeared one day and it never came back.  She has a lab in the Hotlands to be close to Toriel’s castle and rarely leaves due to her aquatic nature, giving her further isolation.

Napstablook (switched with Mettaton): He uses the stage name “Napster” (ha ha, music program joke) and is better known as a DJ and singer of the underground.  He has a large “dude-bro” attitude, using his DJ turntable as a hoverboard when not in use, and talks like a boy band member in order to keep the fans entertained.  He attacks with bass waves that alternate orange and blue, cause you gotta dance, right?  Oh, and his battle theme is dubstep.  His head bops up and down as if it’s following to a beat, and if you ask, he says that it’s because he’s always listening to his next big hit.  He’s very protective of Mettaton (or Mettablook as this canon calls him) and before the end of his match, his battle song changes to a tribute to him.

Mettaton (switched with Napstablook): He’s just called Mettablook in this realm.  He still retains his fabulous look and the want of a star life, even though he’s too shy to actually become a star.  Chara actually finds him in the Ruins singing a song that he wants to debut with alongside his cousin, which causes him to attack in a panic.  One of the things he’s trying to do is take up the courage to try and ask Undyne for a robot body like Napster.  He’s so shy and adorable that it actually gets Chara’s sympathy.

Flowey (switched with Temmie): A tribe of flower-like monsters that travel underground, unable to move when they surface.  They only hang out in the Waterfall due to it having a stable ecosystem.  One of them takes a liking of Chara and follows them throughout the Waterfall area, curious of how a human acts and talks like.

Temmie (switched with Flowey): Originally the body of a cat that fell from the surface that mixed with Asriel’s ashes due to him being unable to reach the ruins before dying, it reanimated the cat as it was found by Undyne, naming it Temmie and keeping it around the lab as a pet.  It would stay like that for a while until it started resonating with Frisk’s soul (around the fourth human) and started to obtain the power to SAVE and alter time.  It’s even more heartless than Undertale Flowey; at one point when it regains the ability to SAVE, it forces Chara into a reset after it kills all his friends and sprinkles all their ashes over his head.  Oh yes.  I can get this cruel.

I’d probable write more, but these are the only ones I can think up at this moment.  I’ll try and do the others if there’s a demand for it.


Sense8 meme: favourite dialogue [5/??] >> Life and death are always so mixed up together.

My sister was born when I was eight. She was so small and delicate. I carried her around all the time. Her eyes were huge… full of so much joy and mischief. I loved her. But we did not have any food. Our mother was unable to produce any milk. If we did not give her to the nuns, she would have died. Saying goodbye was the… hardest thing I’ve ever done. I never saw her again.


So, I wanted to thank everyone that liked/reposted my drawing of Gerard Way! I had never gotten that many notes on a post and it made me feel amazing! I love drawing and it feels nice when other people like my work. 

I got some requests from people who were wondering how I had drew the portrait, so I decided to post this work-in-progress thing. I hope you guys can use it! 

#1: In the first picture you can see that I always start my drawings with a light outline to make sure I keep everything in proportion. It also helps with drawing shadows and highlights! Mark the places you want to keep light and draw around them; if you are happy with the more darker places, you can go ahead and colour the light ones. 

When drawing hair, always remember to draw in strands of hair, and not seperate hairs. 

#2: I drew the hair before I drew the jacket to make sure that it would really be red, and I didn’t have to colour over his jacket to draw hair strands (I have made this mistake several times)

Despite the fact that his eyes were completely dark in the picture from which I drew this, I decided to make them kind of visible by putting a white dot in the middle of them. Otherwise the drawing would have been kind of scary and unnatural. 

#3: I went over his hair with an orange pencil to give it more warmth. I also started with the skin. When you are drawing skin, make sure to test your pencils first! Practice on a separate paper with colours and shadows etc. to make sure they all match! I almost never use black when drawing shadows on skin, because it can give your drawing a real unnatural look. You can use (dark) brown to draw shadows on skin!

#4: Personally, I think lips are the hardest to colour. You want them to be pink, but if you make them to pink your drawing will look like a weird barby-doll. Always make sure to make leave a part of the bottom lip white. This will give the lips a kind of ‘wet’ look. 

#5: Leather really reflects light, so make sure that, when you draw something leather, you make the highlights really bright and the shadows really dark. This will give the fabric a realistic look.

#6: And then I finished! I can’t remember how long it took me to draw this, but it must have been 10-15 hours. I used some cheap pencils from my local store, because I can’t really afford 'quality’ stuff. Find a better picture of the finished one here

If you ever want to ask me something about art and stuff, just message me! I would be happy to help you :)

If you want to see my first post of this drawing click here

Thank you all for reading this!

Don’t Go (Luke Hemmings Imagine)

“Y/N!” you heard Luke call.

“In here!”

You heard Luke walking towards the bedroom and once in he collapsed onto the bed next to you.

“How was the studio?” you asked, glancing up from the computer.

“It was ok,” he replied and reached out to grab your hand.

Your fingers interlocked and he rolled over to look at you, disappointment in his face.  

“We have to leave tomorrow,” he whispered.

“What?” you questioned, not sure you heard him right.

“We have to leave to tomorrow. I’m so sorry babe,” he said, a little louder this time.

Letting out a sigh, you closed your laptop and set it on the night stand next to you. You laid down and rolled over to face him, leaning forward to give him a quick kiss. As disappointed as you were, you tried to hide it from him. He was already clearly upset and seeing you upset would make it even harder for him to leave.

“Well lets just most of the time we have left,” you told him.

He nodded and pulled you closer to him. You rested your head on his chest and the rest of the night the two of you laid in bed, cuddling and watching movies.


Letting out a sigh, you opened the door into the summer sun. Somehow fans had heard that band was leaving earlier than expected and they had come to see them off. Luke grabbed a hold of your hand and the two of you made your ways through the fans stopping occasionally to take pictures.

You walked with Luke as far as possible but now you had reached the point where you couldn’t go any further. Luke let go of your hand and put his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him .

“I don’t want you to go,” you whispered, leaning into his chest, doing your best to hold back your tears.

“I don’t want to but I have to,” he said, pulling you in for a tight hug.

All at once you felt tears streaming down your face. Seeing him leave was always the hardest part and each time was no different. Sobbing into his chest you kept whispering, “Don’t go, don’t go.” He rubbed his hand up and down your back doing his best to comfort you all the while whispering, “It will be ok, it’ll go by quick.”

“We have to go,” Ashton said coming over to tell Luke.

Leaning away from Luke, you looked up into his bright blue eyes, which were full of sadness. He leaned down and gave you one more kiss, then rested his chin on your head.

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” he told you. “But I’ll see you in a few weeks, I promise.”

Wiping away your tears, you gave him one final hug, then watched as he walked over to the rest of the boys. He gave you a wave and the four of them started walking towards their gate. You watched as they slowly got farther and farther away and just before they disappeared around a corner he gave you a final wave.