i love this cross over

  • Lance: Hey Keith, my boyfriend's better than yours!!!
  • Keith holding Lance's face, foreheads touching, looking into his eyes: You are the light of my life, the most beautiful boy I have every laid eyes on and everyday I wonder what in the universe I did to deserve someone as perfect as you. I love you, with all my heart and soul and would cross over galaxies to find you if you were ever in trouble, which is why if I have to hear you say anything deprecating about yourself again I will need you to write down the first and last names of anyone that has ever said anything bad about you and destroy them.
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i saw someone make this crossover and i couldnt help but draw the Power Puff Gems

  • Person A: Hey Person B, my girlfriend/boyfriend is better than yours!!!
  • Person B holding Person A's face, foreheads touching, looking into their eyes: You are the light of my life, the most beautiful person I have every laid eyes on and everyday I wonder what in the universe I did to deserve someone as perfect as you. I love you, with all my heart and soul and would cross over galaxies to find you if you were ever in trouble, which is why if I have to hear you say anything deprecating about yourself again I will need you to write down the first and last names of anyone that has ever said anything bad about you and destroy them.
  • Person A: *literally dies*
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@mardisoir and @just-french-me-up are being super wonderful, kind and encouraging and thus I have finally gotten round to making a Ravenclaw Jean Prouvaire
Also dedicated to my wonderful other half @montparnassee who has been a constant support system and is just an absolutely beautiful human being ❤︎

I know a lot of you head-cannon Jehan in Hufflepuff but I only have a Ravenclaw tie so I couldn’t do both ❤︎

How to Break a Heart || p.p

Summary: In which Peter craves to break yet another heart.

Words: 2727

Warnings: Peter being an a-hole, angst, a few swears, probably pretty shitty lmao

Comments: So this was written awhile back, but I thought it’d be interesting to write an AU of Peter being a fuckboi, lol. Enjoy!

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Step One: Find a victim

He planned it perfectly.

Playing your feelings; smirks and stares shared between the two unlikely matches. Love filled eyes repaid by a wink and a smile that brought girls to their knees.

He was what every girl looked for: built body, soft brown eyes. A smile that lit up a room, hair tousled just the right way without trying. He had everyone under his control - his command, if he took advantage of it - always knowing when someone was ready.

When someone was ready to join his game.

He chose you long ago; shy girl with a big smile and doe eyes . You were a naïve, little girl. And everyone knows naïve, little girls always believed whatever you said.

He just didn’t know you were different.

You were his next playing piece, his next victim, and he knew exactly how to pull at your heart strings. He couldn’t just have you yet - no. He knew all too well that he could get you within a snap.

But, like a kid to their dinner, he liked playing with his food; and he’d mess with you till he knew you were wrapped around his finger. Till he knew there was no way you could turn him down.

It took a few months. Longer than usual, but he knew that he captured your attention, and he was ready to attack.

He was ready to start his game.

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You wanted to fall for his games.

All the words he whispered into your ear, all the kisses you thought were reserved only for you. All the I love yous he’d press into your ears and all the touches he’d leave to linger on your skin. The familiar tingles that ran up your arms every time his hands caressed yours.

You were miserably caught in his game; a loser who only ever wanted to win.

When he finally won you over; when he chose you out of all the girls that crossed his path. When he realized he was bored of his original toy, when he was hungry for a another playing piece, you were there.

You fell right into his trap; and you don’t know if you regret it or not.

Because, even if you knew what he does to girls and even if you knew he’d never love you. Even if you knew you were nothing more than a little path in his little game. Even if you knew all his lies.

You always came running back.

It wasn’t your fault you were meant to love the only person who didn’t know what the word even meant.

Because, to him, love was completely different. Some say he confused lust and love and decided to ignore all the signs that showed him what love really was; this was his game. He made up the rules and knew exactly what he was doing.

He just needed you to put it all together.

Step Two: Get them to fall for you

He was persistent, to say the least.

It started with the constant flirting; your ears filled with obnoxious boasting, his mint breath fanning your face a little too close to comfort. You were tired by the first day, everything he said was just bullshit in your ears. The constant names of babe, darling and love becoming repetitive - a routine.

But, somewhere along the line of the egotistical boasting and the laughing between class; the constant compliments and the toothy grin. Between everything, a friendship soon blossomed. It was unconventional and down right ridiculous, but you found yourself enjoying the brown-eyed boys’s company.

He became your best friend.

And it wasn’t long before he was more - more to you.

He could see it; in the way your eyes sparkled every time you saw him, eyes gleaming with something he’d seen all too well many times before. He knew you were falling, and he knew you were falling fast. Right into his arms.

Right into your demise.

~~

It was part of the fun, he thinks.

Seeing how long it took him to gain your trust, gain your friendship. He’s never taken this road before; testing new strategies to kill girl’s heart’s under his grip, and he thinks he likes this one the best.

You fell fast, with no hesitance, without stopping, you were falling hard and you were falling fast, not having a care in the world so long as you ended up in his arms. And he was there, standing, just waiting for you to fall right into the arms of your beloved best friend.

But he knew from the beginning he was never your friend; he wasn’t capable of being your friend.

I mean, what monster would befriend a meal?

Step three: Pull them into a false comfort

For this to work, he needed to love you.

It was an equation to him - hold her close, but not too close. Look into her eyes, but look away the split second she leans in. Love her, love her just enough for her to stay - and he knew exactly what he needed to do to make you fall into his trap, left to rot till he let you out again.

He planned every little touch, every little look, every goddamn word that left you hands reaching out to his – everything. He found it quite amusing as to what he could get out of you through a simple caress of his hand. He strung you around like a doll, throughly enjoying playing his little game with someone so willing.

But -

But at times, he felt something.

It wasn’t love - how was he supposed to know what it was when he couldn’t tell the difference between that and lust - love and hunger - when everything he did was driven by a love he never knew about. That he could never see.

But, when he saw the love blossom in your eyes, when he saw the smile the first time he said “I love you.” When he saw you trusting him, he felt something he thought he never would.

Guilt.

It was such a simple feeling, but he knew it would lead to his ultimate downfall - a painful loss in what was supposed to be his game - and he couldn’t let it show.

He couldn’t make himself weak when he was this far in the game.

~~

You didn’t know if you knew about what he was doing.

After so many years, you felt as if you knew you were just another toy - a plaything he always had around him, tearing it about piece by piece before all he had was this.

A tattered shell of a girl who was whole only a few months before. He was so good at pretending and acting and was just so good at what he did and what he was doing, you found yourself believing everything he said.

You thought you knew, you thought you were smarter.

But all you were was a girl in love with the wrong boy.

Step Four: Slowly start tearing them apart

He needed to take it slow.

Step by step, piece by piece, he needed to slowly tear you apart - drive you crazy. He’s done this a million times before, but he doesn’t think it’s been as easy as it was with you. He loved your willingness to correspond with his actions, to follow what he did and what he said and drink it all up like it was the truth.

He started tearing you apart, and he thinks he didn’t even have to do the first step - you already did it for him.

He’d come home later and later every single night and he knows it’s tearing you apart.

Because, you see, you made the first step so easy for him.

You cared for him; and that’s all he needed before this step went into full swing.

He’d come home, perfume in his wisp, but an apology on his lips, the words I love you, I promise it won’t happen again crossing over and over again in your mind. The questions you told yourself, no answers to go along with them. You slowly started questioning if you were good enough - good enough for Peter - a god in the eyes of a small, naïve little girl.

Your confidence was plummeting, but that didn’t stop you from from falling yourself, right into the arms of your beloved boyfriend - someone who was never there to begin with.

He was just a ghost in the eyes of a broken girl who was too blind to see the truth.

~~

He was so close.

He sees it - he sees it in how your eyes follow his when they linger too long on a girl across the room. He hears the desperation in your words when you tell him you love him - you love me too, right? - and he always answered yes, a smile on his pink lips and a sparkle in his eyes.

You believed him; of course you did. You were strung up in all the lies that you couldn’t see - stuck in an invisible maze where the only way to get out was cut your way out. You were miserably lost, but you were okay.

You were okay because you had Peter.

Even if he smelled of something different every night, and even if his eyes never filled with love when he saw you; even if you knew you were never enough for the king who was too high on his pedestal to reach - even if you knew, you knew you could never stop loving him.

It was possibly one of the biggest things you could’ve given him; your heart so willingly put on your sleeve even if Peter already tattered its insides - even if it’s hollow from everything he did.

He doesn’t feel bad anymore. Some would say he was so, so heartless to say so, but it wasn’t his fault.

It was yours for falling in love. It was yours for breaking yourself in the process.

It was yours for believing in him.

Step Five: Leave them wondering what went wrong

You should’ve seen it coming.

You should’ve seen all the signs, you should’ve bolted away from the heart that was so willingly given to you. Every touch, every word, every fucking lie he pressed into your lips.

You should’ve seen it coming - you should’ve been able to stop it.

But you couldn’t. You couldn’t because you were blinded by the love you had for him. You were blinded by the words that you thought would fix this, by the hope of somewhere, somehow, having him love you back.

(You learned soon enough that monsters could never love what was already devoured).

Your little heart was all you had to scavenge, pouring all you had into a relationship you thought could last -

Into the boy you thought you loved.

But when you saw him, a girl dangled by his side, lips attached in the poison that brought tears to your eyes, you had no strength to hold onto what little you had. You let hope get the better of you, letting yourself believe with some sort of faith that your small voice calling out to him would bring him back to you.

“P-Peter?”

He didn’t seem to hear you or your heart shattering the floor.

He could pick what he heard; and he decided to leave your heartbreak for later.

Step Six: Leave their heart under the ground

You didn’t see him for weeks.

He didn’t seem to care for what you felt that night - his plan, his game finally ended, a sweet victory with another girl in his grasp - and he didn’t care if the sheets you once shared were stained with the tears of the girl he never loved.

He didn’t care as long as he won his game.

But he wasn’t finished; he had one more step, one more lie to break you down. He planned everything out, every word he would spit at you, the smirk he’d throw at the broken eyes of the girl with the broken soul.

He knew everything that was going to happen. He’s done it countless of times before and he knows it’ll be just as sweet with you.

He thought he had everything planned.

But just as always, he was wrong.

~~

“It’s okay, Peter.”

He didn’t expect those words to come out of your mouth.

Your lips held a sad smile, eyes shadowing red in the sight of the boy who broke your heart. You spent countless of hours on tears - ramblings of what you could’ve done better whispered to yourself through the screams of your heart, voice shouting out to the boy you once loved - you spent hours breaking yourself down to the point where you were left a mess.

You wanted to hate him with every fibre of your being.

But, no matter how much you wanted to hate him - to spit words like shards that would cut out his voice like knives - you just couldn’t bring yourself to do so.

He didn’t deserve that victory.

You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of your tears spilt onto his wrists. He wanted to do that - to break you.

You wouldn’t let him know how much you’re hurting.

So instead, your hands cupped his face, eyes bright as your lips are brought to his, one last peck for one last victory.

“Goodbye, Peter.”

He never thought victory could taste so bittersweet.

~~

He thought he won.

He thought he’d broke you down to nothing.

But when your lips met his, your eyes shadowing the love you once had for him - all the happiness he brought into your life with the simple presence of his smile - a pang in his chest set him back as he stood on your door step.

Guilt.

He hadn’t felt that for so long - not since your first kiss, not since he first said he loved you - but it came back to slap him in the face. It wasn’t guilt for you, no he felt something much worse for you.

He felt guilty for loving you.

He felt guilty for falling in love with someone who was supposed to mean nothing more than dust on the floor.

It came to haunt him on his walk to victory.

Even in the end, even if he won his little game - even if he strung you and broke you till you were nothing but dust on the floor, even if he succeeded in every step, he found his heart was exactly where yours was:

Beaten, broken; barely holding on under the soil that covered it.

He messed up. He messed up your life - his in the process and he didn’t even know it. Because, before all of this - before all the feelings, before he chose you and before he started playing you, he never knew you’d be different. Because you taught him what love was in the touch of your hands, in the way you’d always hang onto him even if he wasn’t there to hold onto you. He learned what it was because it was all you ever gave him. He learned the difference between love and lust and he knew you were it.

You were love.

Inside his head - inside his heart - feelings are banging against each other, every goddamn thing’s reminding him of you and he can’t think straight anymore, but he knows one thing.

He’s sorry.

Sorry that he chose you; sorry that he played you.

He’s sorry that he loved you. That he loved you when it was too late; when his name already brought a venom to your lips, and his presence was only the reminder of your heartbreak.

He’s sorry he ever fell in love.

He’s sorry that it’s too late.

Final Step: Realize there was more than one heart broken

He didn’t realize he set himself up for heartbreak. He never knew that he’d miserably lose a game that he created. He didn’t know that his dismay would be from a naïve, little girl like you. Because he believed that you were strung around his finger - he just didn’t bother to notice he was wrapped around yours too.

Love’s a cruel game sometimes, that came to Peter soon enough. And even the most skilled can fall from a pedestal that was maybe too high for them anyways.

And Peter fell -

And he fell hard.

I don’t get why people keep calling Camilla a “flat character”

can’t they see

she’s very

well-rounded

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Tag yourself I’m Undyne.

I totally didn’t expect the lovely feedback my little silly cross-over comic got, so to show my appreciation - and of course I heard the Sidon whispers - have one more of the sort. :)

Part 1: Urbosa Reaction
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2,500 Followers Drabble

Prompt:  “Is it too soon to say that we’re fucked?”

Pairing: firefighter!Jensen x Reader

Requested: @atc74


You’re pacing frantically in front of the Austin Fire Station, doing your god damn best to not hyperventilate. The fact that you even made it here is a fucking miracle. You literally sat in your driveway for a good hour, stupidly turning the ignition on and off in your car.

Considering the predicament you’re in, you appear to be quite pulled together. You’re even donning clean clothes and light makeup, a vast improvement over the last few days.

So now here you are at your friend Jensen’s place of employment, meeting him to spill the news that has you in such a tizzy.

“Hey, hun.” Jensen somehow appears out of fucking nowhere, the sound of his simple greeting startling you.

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Originally posted by yes-everhopeful

# never over their kiss

Wall-e & Eve

We saw a friend we haven’t seen in months today and my partner asked her to make this cross stitch for me for Christmas. I’d forgotten she said this friend had my Christmas present so it was a lovely surprise 😊 Wall-e is a special movie for my partner and I and I plan to get something similar to this as a tattoo when we get married. We’re going to put this in a proper frame but I wanted to share this beauty 💕

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Dragonball Z x Akira

The more that I think about it, the more I think I’m over you. Sure there are times when you’ll occasionally cross my mind, but it isn’t the same as it used to be. You don’t consume me anymore. I don’t stay up until 3am crying, I don’t feel sick to my stomach when we aren’t talking, and I don’t get butterflies at the mention of your name. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll always love you and I’ll never be able to erase the memories of us, but I don’t need you anymore. I’m finally free.
—  I can be happy on my own
  • Lance: Hey Keith, my boyfriend's better than yours!!!
  • Keith holding Lance's face, foreheads touching, looking into his eyes: You are the light of my life, the most beautiful boy I have every laid eyes on and everyday I wonder what in the universe I did to deserve someone as perfect as you. I love you, with all my heart and soul and would cross over galaxies to find you if you were ever in trouble, which is why if I have to hear you say anything deprecating about yourself again I will need you to write down the first and last names of anyone that has ever said anything bad about you and destroy them.
  • Lance: *literally dies*