anonymous asked:

Idk if you're into this but Blaise X Pansy? For the ship meme!

I see them more as a best friends, but I will do it!

  • Who’s more dominant: Blaise would be, even though he is more quiet. Most people wouldn’t expect that.
  • Who’s the cuddler: They are both not naturally cuddlers, but I suppose Pansy.
  • Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: Blaise is the big spoon, Pansy is the little spoon.
  • What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: I think they LOVE people-watching and shopping.
  • Who uses all the hot water: Blaise.
  • Most trivial thing they fight over: Probably an outfit the other chooses to wear or something.
  • Who does most of the cleaning: Blaise.
  • What has a season pass on their dvr/Who controls the netflix queue:
  • Who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Pansy does in rage, usually.
  • Who leaves their stuff around: Pansy.
  • Who remembers to buy the milk: Blaise.
  • Who remembers anniversaries: They both do.
  • Who cooks normally: Blaise.
  • How often do they fight: Honestly,  not often.
  • What do they do when they’re away from each other: They are both rather independent and just go about their lives normally.
  • Nicknames for each other: They aren’t the nickname type of couple.
  • Who is more likely to pay for dinner: Pansy, honestly. She doesn’t like when Blaise tries to pay.
  • Who steals the covers at night: BLAISE.
  • What would they get each other for gifts: They both like to get each other clothing, because they bond over clothes and shopping.
  • Who kissed who first: Pansy.
  • Who made the first move: Pansy.
  • Who remembers things: Blaise.
  • Who started the relationship: Pansy.
  • Who cusses more: PANSY.
  • What would they do if the other one was hurt: Pansy gets super protective; Blaise doesn’t easily get upset but will speak up when he is really provoked or upset.
  • Who is the dirty talker: Pansy is in all my other ships with her, but when it comes to this pairing, I don’t see either of them being dirty talkers.
  • A head canon: They are the whole best friends to lovers trope, I feel like. Pansy makes a move once she gets jealous when she sees Blaise with Daphne.

Anonymous asks: Ahh i’d like to request for a DK scenario please– where he likes the reader and tries to make her fall for him without knowing she already did.. I really really like your stories and its fun to read them, looking foward to your next one! FIGHTING!!

A/N: Idk this was supposed to be cute and romantic, but it ended up being a meme. I’ll call it a romantic meme. Thanks for liking my stories btw :^)

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i actually inked it bc i’m a fucking waste of space 

the panels are all screwed up cos i went through the trouble of re-arranging them as a complete page, wth

  • <p><b>Jason:</b> *holding a doll that looks like Will Solace and speaks in a voice trying to mimick Will's* "You owe me at least three days in the infirmary. Starting now."<p/><b></b> *holds Nico's doll and mimicks Nico's voice* "T-three days? I suppose that would be okay."<p/><b></b> *Leo enters the Zeus Cabin*<p/><b>Leo:</b>  ...Are you acting out the last scene of Nico's POV with dolls?<p/><b>Jason:</b>  How long have you been there?<p/><b>Leo:</b>  Ten seconds.<p/><b>Jason:</b>  Then yeah, just the last scene.<p/></p>

“When the universe wants to make something happen, whether it be giving a young man lightning speed or putting two people together, it has a way of figuring those things out.”


I’ve been too sick to draw at home lately, so here’s a school doodle. I doodle at school a lot, actually, but I usually don’t post them. I might start posting sketches like these on my Patreon once I get it set up, tho (idk would anyone actually want to see these??? there… there are so many lol)

Also according to @hchano​ you need to know what’s happening in the last one, so basically Chat and Mari are chatting (padum ching) after Le Gamer (Mari feels guilty for endangering Adrien, and for being saved by him when *she’s* supposed to be the hero), and she’s like

Mari: You don’t understand, Chat. Adrien almost got hurt – vaporized – because of me. Because he was with me. Because he was trying to protect me. (*Chat pouty sad face*) And this isn’t even the first time! He was trapped by Kung Food because of me, too! (*Chat pouty sad face intensifies*) …I’m just bad luck. I wouldn’t be surprised if he never wants to see me again. *headknees*

Chat: I dunno about that, Princess.

Mari: *peeks up from knees* Mmm??

Chat: Trust me – I know bad luck, and you’re not it. In fact, you’re the opposite.

Mari: What?

Chat: You helped me defeat Evillustrator. And you figured out who sabotaged your uncle’s soup.  And you were more worried about Gamer getting Adrien than you.

Mari: You… really think that?

Chat: Sure. Everything turned out okay in the end, right? And I wouldn’t worry about that Adrien kid. Who knows? Maybe he’s glad he got an excuse to be close to you.

Mari: *panicked look at Chat*


But yeah, would you guys actually want to see these if I put them on Patreon (at, like, a super low tier)?


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“The only one with a motive here is you.” Kise scoffs. “What happened to leaving me alone?”

“It’s cute that you thought I would listen to you, princess.” Aomine snickers.

“It’s cute that you can’t stay away.” Kise counters.  The comment makes Aomine’s eyes light up.

I really liked this part of the fic so cue awkward fanart lol I LOVE YOUR WRITING MO


harry/zayn after the brits (inspired by that lovely gif)

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If we were in a movie, I’d be the one to look at you with big moon eyes and say, “You’re not like the others.”

And we’re not in a movie, but I tell everyone about you. Like, I’m in love with this boy with a broad back and a musical laugh and he calls me a little shit and there are places in the world where the sun doesn’t stop shining. I wish I could’ve put that up there just for him.

And when he reads poetry it feels like he’s planting flowers in my lungs, I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. He’s got this smile like the whole universe decided to shine between his lips, these eyes like oh my fucking god let’s spend forever together.

And he makes me feel like he is water and I have spent my entire life dying of thirst. He’s got this nice ass too, you should see it. He could be screaming at you, veins standing at attention in his neck, throat ripping, and he would still be the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen.

And I love him like I want to take dance lessons together. I want to spend nights listening to him talk about politics and the sky and God and never get bored. I want to make pancakes together at 2 PM on a Tuesday, I want him to go to work and when he comes home I’ll wrap myself around his bones like he’s been gone for a millennia, I want to build a home somewhere between his chest and his shoulder blades, a castle made of marrow and sinew and flesh and hair and I want to live there for a thousand years.

Not that that’s weird or anything.

But I promise, if you met him you’d understand. I mean, he’s good down to his eyebrows. And we don’t even like the same music but I’d listen to his forever just to see more of what goes on in his head, like if I could capture his thoughts between my fingers I would unwrap them at night and fall asleep to the written parts of his soul, I swear, I wish I could capture him in poetry.

I think God planned on him and me. We’re kind of like matching melodies.

—  5/13/15