i hope it's ok D':

Heya @dark-lord-of-teddy-bears
I’m your backup SS for the @undertalesecretsanta (。•̀ᴗ-)✧

I’m sorry it turned out a bit OOC looking but I hope it helps make your kokoro go doki-doki 

I like to imagine him ruining the moment by laughing at you after you take his hand and discover there is a whoopie cushion/buzzer hidden there (and you get mad at him), then he just pulls you in and shortcuts you somewhere ;)

Speed drawing video of this

Thank you Saifa for all the hard work you’ve done for organizing the SS and making it go as smoothly as it did, you’re super sweet and awesome, (you’re ss! (Super Saifa))

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DW Meme 2.0 | Ten episodes [8/10]
The Magician’s Apprentice / The Witch’s Familiar

ikarrusart-deactivated20180525  asked:

Hey! I really enjoy your story- Ocean of fire, and an re-reading it again! Although, I was wondering what Grillby's first thoughts/opinions/pov of seeing Shore for the first time was? He seemed really shocked/surprised.

Aw thank you! That makes me super happy to hear!! Ah, I’m gonna attempt a kind of insight/thoughts/pov thing but I apologize if it sounds a little off I’m at the bottom of the writer’s block well. 

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When the door to his bar opened and a sudden silence fell, Grillby at first didn’t realize that it was a human that stepped in behind Frisk and all the others. All he saw was the soul achingly familiar flash of color that nearly made him lose his grip on the glass in his hand. He knows every fire being in the underground (not that there are many at all) and there’s no one of that height or with colors that vivid. 

Not anymore. 

He doesn’t even have time to process the sharp flare of disbelief and hope that rises in his chest before he realizes it’s not an elemental standing in his bar. It’s a human. You’re staring at him with eyes so bright with awe and wonder that it makes a strange sort of shiver go through him. His flames pop in response and he sees Sans attempt to hide a growing grin behind his hand. Oh Sans is getting a talking to for this later. The skeleton’s attempts to catch him off guard has waned recently thanks to all the work that he had to do in getting this place open so he really shouldn’t be so surprised that he would pull something like this when he least expected it. 

He knew when he opened his bar that humans would be part of his customer demographic. But stars, he wasn’t expecting to have to prepare himself for that today! The official opening isn’t for another couple of days and while he knew it was possible that a human would wander in before then, he had hoped to have that time to prepare himself. 

He’s served food to the humans that were up on the mountain when monster kind had to set up a temporary camp. Well, perhaps it’s more accurate to say he cooked food, set it out and kept his distance while the soldiers and various government personal and officials sampled monster cooking. He hasn’t exactly made efforts to get any closer than that. But his dreams of opening a bar means that he’s going to have to get used to humans again, like it or not. 

So. His first official human customer (Aside from Frisk but they’re a special case). He knows he’s staring as Undyne pushes you up towards the bar but he can’t help himself. 

“Grillby look! We found a mini you!”

Undyne pulls your hair upwards in an imitation of his own flames. His gaze shifts just slightly to stare at the colors. He’s never seen a human with hair like this before. It can’t be natural, can it?  

You’re staring at him too as Undyne releases your hair. But strangely…he sees no fear in your eyes. Only an intense curiosity that captures his attention in a way that makes it impossible to look away. Some ancient instinct kicks in and his magic shifts to read your intent. 

No ill intent. Of course that doesn’t mean you won’t suddenly attack, he needs to watch you, be careful-

Your sudden cough breaks off his whirling thoughts. Stars, he’s being rude. Staring, assuming that you would even attempt to hurt anyone. You’re with Frisk for Angel’s sake. And Sans is completely at ease. So you can’t be dangerous. Otherwise they wouldn’t have brought you here. 

He shifts back into bartender mode, handing you all menus. He’s careful to keep his fingers on the edge of the one he hands you so that you don’t accidentally touch him. No ill intent or not, humans who are scared can react violently if they think they’ve been burned.

Your smile of thanks is genuine. It makes the curling flickers of unease in his Soul die away. He flickers in surprise when you actually thank him for letting you stay, like you expected him to refuse you service or something. He lets himself smile in reassurance, not quite trusting himself to speak just yet. 

He finds himself growing oddly curious as you all eat and talk. The news that you ‘saved’ Frisk from Undyne when you had no idea who they actually were almost makes him chuckle out loud. His own surprise at that is probably the only thing that stops him from actually doing that. Well now. That’s…strange. 

Why does he feel so oddly at ease around you? He was expecting to be on edge the entire time you were here, waiting for….something. He doesn’t even know what, but something. 

But he seems that he was wrong.

He keeps getting distracted by your hair. Every movement you make, every time you run your fingers through it, the colors shift a little. It’s so different from his own flames and yet similar in a way that makes his own dance a little in response without even meaning to. 

He finds himself wondering if it’s just as warm as it looks. He’s shocked when a sudden urge to reach out and touch it grips him. He’s lucky that his reaction is only a quick flicker of embarrassed blue across his face that goes unnoticed. What is wrong with him, he can’t do that! That is entirely inappropriate. Not to mention if he did reach out, he’s positive that calm happiness in your expression would shift to terror. You’d scream and run and never come back. 

And for some reason, the thought of you never coming back makes his Soul ache a little.  

anonymous asked:

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Sunlight lights the freckles on Dean Winchester’s nose. They always get more obvious in spring, and Castiel loves it. He likes the little brown sprinkles covering Dean’s nose and cheeks, going perfect with the bright green of his eyes. Dean doesn’t see him staring, he’s focusing on his homework.

Castiel, who is normally the one to be concentrated, keeps looking at Dean next to him. It was a perfect day to sit outside, so they decided to get their boring work out and lay on the grass in Castiel’s garden.

It smells like spring; flowers and warm sunlight, just warm enough so they don’t have to wear jackets. Dean’s barefoot, his toes playing with the soft grass. Cas smiles when he sees it, then quickly returns to his work.

“They think we can like… stop time or something,” Dean complains and nods at the pile of books with him. “How are we going to finish this in one weekend?”

“We don’t,” Cas huffs. “And then we fail all our classes, get kicked out of school and go live out on the street.”
Dean’s laugh is as bright as the sun that’s currently creating speckles of light peaking through the leaves of the trees.

“Oh man, y’know what?” Dean softly pokes Cas’ bare arm. “As long as we’re homeless together, I’m cool.”

Cas smiles and quickly turns to his work so Dean doesn’t see him blush.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

They work for a while, exchanging questions and answers as time passed.

“Ugh,” Dean groans and rolls on his back, leaving his work next to him. “I’m dead.”

“Condolences.” Cas says and smiles as well when he hears Dean’s happy laughter. He puts his pen down again, too. He lays on his stomach and starts picking daisies, carefully, and begins to thread them together.

“Whatcha doin’, Chuckles?” Dean asks. He’s closed his eyes and lets the sun warm his skin.

“Surprise.” Cas smiles.

“If you’re trying to feed a bee again, I’m gonna kill you.”

“Bees are very important creatures, Dean, and I wasn’t feeding it.” Castiel continues his thread of flowers, making it longer until he can create a crown.

“You were guiding it to the biggest flowers. I call that feeding.”

Cas finished of the crown and shifted over to Dean.

“Don’t move.” He gently places the crown on Dean’s hair. “There.”
Dean opens his eyes, smiles when he sees Cas above him.
Cas moves away so Dean can sit up, gently feeling his hair.

“You made me a flower crown?” He asks with surprise. “Dork.”

“It looks great on you, Dean. Very natural.” Castiel says half-joking, half serious.

Dean looks like a fairy, or one of those aesthetic models.

“Yeah, y’know what’s very natural too? Walking around naked with a leaf hiding your dick.”

“Would go great with that crown.” Cas laughs, rolling on his back. Dean chuckles and flops down next to him.

“Oh, you know you wanna see that.” He turns his head and gives Cas a lopsided grin. He grins back.
“Totally. I’ll make sure to take pictures, for later blackmailing.”

Dean playfully pushes against his arm and smiles, turning his face back to the sun.

They lay together in the grass, happily ignoring the books and essays unfinished at their side.
“Cas- have you ever stolen something?”

They always play this game. One of them asks a ‘have you ever’ question, the other answers, then asks a question. The only rule: be honest. It sounds like a lame thing, but it has been helpful to both of them during difficult times, cheering them up.

“No,” Cas says after thinking. “Well… maybe a pen, at school- but never intentional.” He thinks. “Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?”

He could see Dean smile from the corner of his eyes.
“Well- Miss Talbot was pretty hot, but I didn’t have a crush.”

Castiel remembers the teacher they had last year, that got all the guys in awe- except for Cas, who had always been more interested in the handsome science teacher’s biceps.

“Did you ever think about kissing a teacher?”

“Nope,” Cas says proudly, “Did you ever think about… kissing a guy?”

He makes it sound so light, but his throat is closed and itchy.
Dean’s answer takes a while.

“Yeah,” He says softly. “Did you?”

“Yes, plenty.“

Castiel doesn’t know what to ask, but Dean goes first.

“Did you ever think about kissing me?”

When Cas looks to his side, Dean is looking at him. He can’t help but smile because of the flower crown in Dean’s hair and the expecting, nervous look on his sun kissed face.

“Yes.” Cas admits.

“Okay.” Dean seems happy, proud even. “I- uh, kinda thought about that too. Few times.”
He doesn’t look away from Cas, who feels frozen in place. Dean sits up and leans in, a little unsure as he places his hand besides Castiel’s head. “Should we, uh-”

“Yes.” Castiel repeats, but he feels out of breath as Dean’s freckled nose moves closer and Dean lightly bumps it against his.

His lips taste as sweet as the air of spring, filling Cas with colorful butterflies, saturating him with warm happiness. He expectantly leans in and pulls himself closer to Dean, to savor more of those plump lips. Dean’s hand is still next to his head in the grass, his other tracing an invisible line over Cas’ arm.

Castiel’s own hands find a place on his lower back, and Dean smiles against his lips. They pull away. breaths full of each other.

“This okay?” Cas asks, though Dean’s smile says everything.

“Very okay.” Dean hums, already leaning back in.

Castiel now pulls himself up and turns them around, carefully rolling Dean onto his back in the grass and flowers. Dean’s crown is still somehow on his head.

Cas kisses him again and realizes Dean even tastes like nature. Fresh and new and delicate, yet anciently rough and strong. The perfect balance, having Castiel amazed with every new second he kisses and tastes.

He gently takes Dean’s bottom lip before Dean makes a soft sound and takes Cas’ lip in his own, glad to pull him closer, deeper into that feeling they’re so new to.

Maybe spring fever got them both hypnotized, but they forgot about their schoolwork, everything they had to do.
Dean is running his fingers through Castiel’s hair, pulls him close until they’re both completely out of breath. One moment Castiel is on top, testing and trying Dean out, the other moment Dean is hovering over Castiel, careful and hesitant though knowing how to make him surrender.

The spots of sunlight through those leafs create a magical feeling, as if they did stop time and are all alone, with no one else in the world.

Maybe both of them have waited too long for this to end already, maybe they only now realize how much they wanted, they needed this.

It could’ve been hours before Dean softly pulls way one last time, rolling on the grass next to him.

For a moment, he’s quiet, then his fingers reach for Castiel’s.

“I meant it.” He says.

“What?” Cas frowns.

“As long as you’re with me, I wouldn’t mind being homeless.”

Castiel smiles and squeezes Dean’s fingers.
“Even though I agree, I think doing some more homework is a better idea.”
It takes them a little more time to get back to work, but after a while, the books are reopened and they try to focus.
But with their new experiences of each other, the rest of the afternoon isn’t that bad after all.

send me 3-5 emojis and I’ll write a fic based on them

I have one thought
that I can’t appreciate things if I don’t appreciate myself
and it’s so true

I’ve tried for so long to be the person I always wanted to be
as soon I’ve seen improvement, I’ve began to show more interests
I’ve began to compliment myself, that never happened some years ago

I didn’t want a relationship, because I first wanted to love myself before the others, to be my biggest supporter, inspiration, fan and friend

I was a naive child, and I’ve grown as a more cautious naive adult
I have my pros and cons, many of the fights I had with some people were happened for my fault
I might not be good at showing the best of me, but I’m trying anyway
I might sound dumb writing all of this down a test, but I was thinking a lot in the process
I wanted to write it down

and I’m proud, because I’m not a very talkative person in general
and I’ve never wrote so many “I"s in one thing

keepthemacramesecret  asked:

“You can’t always expect me to fix things for you.” with macden, if you're still taking prompts from that list

PROMPT LIST #1 | zoe you can send me prompt whenever <3 | accepting

TW: language, drug mention

The weather is cold just as expected from November but there is no snow on the ground; only a thick layer of frost that doesn’t get the chance to melt even when the sun comes out. Mac is shivering, his body is tensed and nervous but the freezing air is only partly to blame. He has been waiting here for a while, in the dark alley not too far from where his house is. His old jacket is torn at places so he needs to wrap his arms around the thin broken fabric and his body as tight as possible to calm himself down and warm up. The chances that things are going to escalate for him and possibly end very bad are skyrocketing with every passing minute. Where is he? Every unsettled glance he directs towards the main street makes his stomach drop.

It takes a couple of more minutes until a shadow of a slender figure appears in between the dirty brick walls. Mac doesn’t have the energy to smile but the warmth of the security and happiness the sight brings, floods all over him and the night doesn’t seem as icy anymore. Dennis walks against him but the glow leaves Mac the moment he spots his face in the dim blinking streetlights. He opens his mouth to greet his friend but gets interrupted before the words even leave his lips.

“Before you start,” Dennis takes his hand out of his pocket making sure his interruption is understood, “I only came here to tell you I won’t do it.” His fingers quickly hide back to the fabric of his nice woollen coat, it’s dark grey and seems cosy and expensive.

Oh,” Mac assumes that it is a game Reynolds likes to play. Oh, he likes to feel so important that Mac feels like punching his face instead of trying to convince him to loan him money but he is really not in the position to do that right now. 

“Dude, c'mon my dad got busted! He’s in jail! Like for real and he’s not getting out anytime soon,” Mac whines his heart aches that this is not the first time he has to deal with this and part of him simply hates himself for not getting used to it a long time ago.

“I don’t give a shit Mac. Your good for nothing father is in jail because he deserves to be there. I am in Penn, you understand that right? University? This is my future I am not going to be fucking up what I worked for only for you your family.”

Mac licks his lips and regrets it immediately because the cold air feels sharp and burning on his skin. His shoulders drop and the oversized jacket hangs on his body lose and dirty. It has been a while since he looked this pathetic but he doesn’t care. The familiar feeling of anger takes over him, it makes him feel so powerful. He can stand up for himself too, he doesn’t need this skinny bitch telling him how his family sucks. It’s not like they are better.

“How about you stopped being such an entitled little shit Dennis? I was supplying you with whatever bullshit you asked for since high school and you know it. You never talked to the bad crowd it was ME who went under the bridge and get you whatever stupid pill you couldn’t steal from your mother so stop acting like you are above this.”

Dennis raises his chin and stands tall. Mac knows his words are getting to him but even if that is the case Dennis’ face doesn’t show it. It rarely does. He is the master pretender.

“Well, that’s over for me. I’m gonna be a veterinarian.”

Mac corners him. He steps closer and even though there is plenty of space in the alley behind Dennis’ back he doesn’t flinch. They are close, equally tall but Mac has nothing to lose, his eyes look hopeless and dangerous, like an animal a moment before it lashes out.

“Listen, if I don’t pay those dudes they will murder me and not metaphorically murder me like your stupid exams are ’murdering’ you but literally when I will be dead..” his voice cracks at the end of the sentence because finally he voices a thought which has been bothering him since the moment Luther got his hands in handcuffs.

Dennis’ facial expression stays stoic or at least that’s what he wants Mac to think. It works. Mac is too caught up in his own emotional turmoil to notice the small sign of softness which spreads across Dennis’ features. “You can’t always expect me to fix things for you.

It is not a promise but in Reynolds talk that is enough. Mac steps forward and wraps his arm around the fancy coat pushing Dennis hard against him. “Dude. DUDE! I know it’s a lot, I will pay you back. I know…”

But Dennis doesn’t listen anymore. All his dreams are fading away because the satisfaction Mac’s thankfulness is giving him surpasses the good grades or any future plans he convinced himself he cares for. Suddenly he barely remembers what are the names of his classmates, roommates and he realizes that he misses Philly. Mac needs him, that idiot will die of starvation in dirty clothes if he stays there any longer. It is truly the most noble act of philanthropy when Dennis doesn’t care to pass his next exam.

anonymous asked:

could you do some three person polyam prompts?? thank you, love your blog!!

I’ve actually been on a 3 person poly kick lately bc of one of my ocs so thank you

  • “Okay you know what? I’m the smallest I get to be in the middle of the bed”
    • yeah but you’re a blanket hog and so are they I get middle so I don’t FREEZE TO DEATH
  • two badasses protecting one squishy (bonus if the squishy is a tol)
  • one badass protecting two squishies (and then getting smothered in affection)
  • SINCE NONE OF US CAN DECIDE ON DINNER IM JUST GONNA ROLL A DIE FOR IT
  • we have a wheel spinner thing to decide where to go for dinner bc it’s a NIGHTMARE
  • sweetie I know you love to cook but I’d rather keep the apartment together thank you no no we don’t need the fire department YET put the phone down
  • two ChildrenTM with one poor Struggling AdultTM (aka glorified babysitter who always gets dragged into things bc they’re a stick in the mud)
  • “X NO” “X YES” “X ABSOLUTELY NOT” “…okay z”
  • 2 people being together first and the awkwardness/possible angst of bringing the 3rd into a fully fledged relationship
  • trying to figure out rooming arrangements/where to hang out for the above
  • “Hey um, Y? I think X is cheating on you” “What????” “Yeah I saw them kissing Z-” “OMFG WAIT NO ITS OK”

I hope these work for you!! Have fun!! :D
~Mod Karissa