Hello there ! :D It's been a while since I follow your blog and I want to tell you... that your art is really beautiful. <3 In fact, what I like the most about your blog is two things : the way you draw UF!Sans. I find him so... * blushing intensely * handsome ! And the other thing I love is how you draw UT!Papyrus. In the last drawing you made about him, my heart exploded in small pieces. I love this character and you made him even cuter !! I would love to hug them both ! Keep it up ! ^u^
this is the first time that someone tells me that I draw uf!sans ‘’handsome’’
Make out session with Levi story/headcannon thing?
This got so out of control, omg. And the best thing about writing for Levi is not only making y’all happy, but making mod Spookzz happy as well since Levi is her bae. Anyways, takes place in a modern AU where Levi is a lawyer. Enjoy, anon!
The sound of the lock turning and the jingle of a set of
keys forcefully shoved you out of the reverie you had fallen into and you
glanced at the door in anticipation. A large stack of papers sat untouched on
the coffee table, but you paid no heed to it, too invested in your apartment
door opening; or, rather, just who
was walking through it.
It was fairly obvious that Levi was exhausted. The bags
beneath his eyes were dark violet in color, which only indicated that he
probably hadn’t slept on his ten hour plane ride despite having his own private
quarters. “Tough flight?” you asked rhetorically, taking his jacket from over
his arm in order to hang it up in the coat closet.
“A shit show,” replied Levi as he wheeled his suitcase off
to a corner and walked into the kitchen area. If he was in no hurry to unpack
his clothes in case they were wrinkled, then it was super obvious that he had a hell of a time getting home. You
watched in silent awe for a split second as Levi’s arm muscles stretched
against his shirt’s fabric, the sleeves rolled over his forearms while he
rummaged through a cabinet, searching for something that you could only guess
was tea. It wasn’t uncommon for you to step back and admire your boyfriend’s
physique because you were fairly positive he was, single-handedly, the most
attractive man you ever laid eyes on in your entire life, but this was only
amplified by the fact that you had gone for two
whole months without being able to see him save for infrequent Skype calls.
You crossed your arms over your chest and reluctantly pried
your eyes away from his ass in favor of looking him in the eye. “Crying baby? Turbulence?”
you offered in slight amusement.
When Levi finished placing the kettle on the stove, he
braced his back on the counter and revealed, “No. Every time the flight
attendant saw me placing the cushion down on the chair to try and get some
sleep, she’d insist on doing it and tucking
me in like a fucking five year old.”
A chuckle escaped through your lips, only to grow into pure laughter at the thought of how grumpy Levi must have been at the poor woman
who was only trying to do her job. Levi hated
being touched by strangers, after all. “That’s what you get when you fly first
class on a flight that’s longer than seven hours.”
“Erwin can shove it up his ass next time he forces me to go
out of the country,” Levi humorously stated, even if he wasn’t trying to be
You rolled your eyes at his typical antics and motioned
towards the microwave. “I made you lunch a little while ago, but it should
still be warm.”
“…You cooked and didn’t burn down the entire apartment?”
Although it was a question, Levi had worded it more like a statement, much to
you annoyance. Huffing, you pushed past him and opened the microwave, revealing
the plate you had made. While you weren’t the most spectacular chef to ever
live, your best friend had been delicately coaching you on how to make simple
things when Levi wasn’t home to cook. While your arrangement of cooking and cleaning
duties worked just fine, you had wanted to do something nice for him since he
had been eating out every night for the last two months.
“I already ate some earlier, you ass. It’s fine.”
In lieu of firing back and bruising your ego over its lackluster
presentation, Levi merely sighed and placed the plate back into the microwave,
heading towards the couch where he sat down with his freshly brewed mug. “I’ll
shower then eat. There’s some stuff I need to get taken care of at the office.”
Of all the things Levi could have said, the last thing you had been expecting was
for him to head back to work. He was tired and you were deprived for eight whole weeks; like hell was Erwin stealing
anymore of your time with him.
Before he could even protest, you marched towards the couch
and straddled his lap. Leaning in just a few centimeters from his lips, you
restrained yourself from tasting him
in order to declare, “No way. I haven’t seen you in two months. Erwin can
handle paperwork or whatever the hell he has to do on his own.”
Levi sighed and placed his mug off to the side, those
gunmetal gray eyes that you had come to know and love inching down to the shape
of your lips. Angling his head, his mouth brushed against your own and, just
for a moment, you reciprocated and melted against him. Just as one of his hands
carded in your hair and the other inched down to your waist, you reluctantly
pulled away from him and smirked. “Nice try, but you’re not getting anything
until you tell me you’re not going anywhere.”
“You goddamn tease,”
he muttered underneath his breath, which did a lot to inflate your ego even if
it was just by a fraction. The defeat
in his voice sang true of your minor victory, but nothing could have prepared
you for the way he crashed his mouth back to your own in a desperate, heated
kiss. Turning your head to the side, you shivered as soon as his hand began to
trace down your spine, lingering close to the curve and dip of your lower back.
It was hot and it was needy, but you could tell just in that moment that Levi
had missed you just as much as you had missed him.
When his tongue traced your bottom lip, you complied with
vigor, your hands moving down to settle against the rigid muscles of his chest.
Against your lips, you felt Levi smirk as his tongue explored your mouth,
earning him a quiet noise of approval as his hand brushed across your thigh.
Wanting the upper-hand for just a minute, you playfully nipped at his lip after
he retracted his tongue before you braced your hands on his shoulders and
pushed down, using all of your weight to hover over him to grind your hips into
“Fuck,” he groaned
into your lips, breaking away from you in order to latch his mouth to your
neck. Bracing his hand on the back of your head, he pulled you down and
continued to pepper a line of hot kisses until he reached the junction of your
neck where he ran his hot tongue across the area where shoulder met collarbone.
You sighed in complete bliss, dark and lustful eyes meeting
his own underneath you. “You are not allowed to leave the country ever again,”
you declared, tilting your head back down in order to meet his lips for yet
another mind-blowing kiss. He parted and took a moment to hold the side of your
face in an almost uncharacteristically tender manner, studying your features as
if trying to map them into the back of his subconscious.
Tilting your cheek into his palm, you sighed and quietly
confessed, “I missed you.”
Did you really like that Arthur movie? It looks ott and ridiculous :\ no offence though.
okay full offence taken though because it is a Thing of Beauty. Of course it’s over the top and ridiculous - but so is Arthurian legend.
‘But it’s not historically accurate’ - Arthurian legend was written over hundreds of years in a bunch of places by lots of different people in several languages, and features historical accuracies such as magic and dragons. Kung-Fu George is NOT the strangest thing I’ve come across while researching my dissertation on Arthurian literature last year.
This movie is continuing the proud tradition of absolute absurdity and nonsense that has been a staple of Arthurian legend since its inception, and I enjoyed the hell out of it.
hello! so it’s been a year since i’ve actively posted otome stuff since the whole blog deleting incident, and now that i’m trying to get myself back into otome stuff i’m gonna try to follow more otome blogs again. please like or reblog if you post any of the following, and i’ll try to check out your blog! also, since this is a sideblog likes and follows will come from my main, yurikatsuki.
serendipity next door
star crossed myth
really any voltage inc stuff there are just way too many things to list
uta no prince sama
collar x malice
probably other games that i’ve forgotten about
i also lost a lot of mutuals so if we were mutuals before and we aren’t now and i don’t follow you could you please tell me or something
So I submitted a similar ask to projectava but thogught I should share it with you. What if, Ryou, having went AWOL into space and was found by team Voltron, hears about how Shiro pilots the Black Lion with godlike grace and hides the fact he feels betrayed becuase Black is not something he made yet Shiro flies it just fan-fucking-tastically without Ryou's help?
hey nonnie! I’m sorry, I just saw this and I suspect its been in my inbox for a while. also going to tag @theprojectava since they were mentioned and might be interested. I think you’ve got a very interesting point but can we just -
can you imagine Ryou’s reaction if he hears about Voltron before he sees it? His brother is flying a WHAT now? A - giant cat? That turns into a - Big Person if you add four Other Cats? That - punches things? With It’s Cat Hand?! Like, let’s take a moment to just - appreciate the aesthetical sheer horror and straight up laughter Ryou would be torn between.
And then he sees it.
….oh… then he sees it…
And he’s gone. Over the moon. Head over heels, lost at sea, utterly, completely in LOVE! LOOK at the way it moves! Look at how beautiful everything fits together! Look at how sleek the lines (lions! har har) are. Can he breathe it, taste it - touch it?! Because he’s seen some amazing things since coming into space but - just plop him down in a hanger somewhere and let him stare for an hour or two without bothering him, will ya? Ryou with his love of all things speed and flight and mechanical and you’ve just given him the lions. He’s so smitten he’d have stars in his eyes forever. ‘Taka! Do you even realize how Amazing she is?!’ (and yeah, Taka kinda does but he loves seeing his brother this way).
I mean, I’m sure there would be a quiet struggle period for him. Taka has, in a way, moved on without him and left him behind and while he realizes Black is an upgrade from Little Magpie (SUCH an understatement and he knows it) - they still got left behind. There’s going to be a period where he’s running to catch up, to find out where he belongs in Taka’s new world. But, man, nonnie, if you thought he was bad before about talking to Little Magpie all the time and singing it songs and calling it Wonderful and filling it in on all the latest Garrison gossip and pouring his heart out to it… imagine him with one of the lions. Imagine him with Black. Because Black is Takashi’s and Takashi is Black’s and he feels his brother’s happiness (and pain) like its personal to himself. If he managed to earn Black’s approval - how in utter over the moon love would Ryou be? Let’s talk about someone to give Pidge a run for her money when it came to upgrades. But really - if Black would show him even a fraction of her workings and mechanics - can you imagine Ryou responding to that kind of faith and trust. Ships have always hummed for him before, but this one purrs, nonnie. He doesn’t need what Taka and Black have and he’d never dream of intruding but - maybe he and Black would have something too. Not the same but that’s the point. And how they both love and want to protect Taka too…
Let’s end this note on a little angst though.
Picture Black the way we last saw her, sprawled out and dead light on the hanger floor on her side.
Now picture Ryou sitting between two of her claws, long legs tucked up, as squished in there as he can get, face in his knees.
There was a rule in the Furihata-Akashi apartment.
There was a rule well and clearly established through trial and error and Akashi fucking broke it.
Do not drink when the other was drunk.
How hard was it to follow?
Furihata cursed colourfully at the pain booming in his head like a marching band. Akashi was sleeping next to him. Equally wasted by the looks of it and yet managing to steal all of his blankets. The bastard.
He rubbed his face, forcing his eyes to open by sheer willpower and groped for the glass of water that shouldbe there on the dresser. But no. It wasn’t. Not today. Of course not. The great Akashi-sama did not fucking keep water on the dresser for his wasted roommate.
He cursed again. And kicked Akashi off the bed.
Akashi yelped, grappled the sheets to sit up on the floor and yelled, “What the fuck was that for?”
They both winced loud, holding their heads and covering their ears.
Furihata hissed, “I lost my job, you ass. You were the one who broke the rule.”
Akashi pulled his face off the sheets to stare at him, aghast, “I got dumped!”
Another bout of hissing ensued.
“Kouki.” The voice was muffled against the sheets, Akashi still sitting on the floor. “Can I come to bed now?”
Furihata pushed his face into his pillow, piling the blankets on himself before Akashi stole them again. He whispered hoarsely. “Get us water first.”
Five hours, two bottles of water and about four mugs of coffee later, Akashi spoke up. “You hated that job anyway.” An olive branch was extended.
Furihata commiserated, “And your date was such a jerk. Good thing I don’t have to see his face anymore.” Hence, peace reigned in the small two bedroom flat.
Akashi drifted closer, resting his back on the pillows and pulled Furihata into his arms. Furihata sighed, shuffled the blankets keeping an eye on the space Akashi took from his side and returned his hug. Burying their faces in each other’s necks, they held on to the weak embrace. Deeply repressed feelings threatened to erupt, words and promises on the tips of their tongues, held back forcibly. I am not what you deserve. You deserve so much more. Yet I want only you. Above all else.
Hey y'all! It’s been a while since I’ve made a personal post, but I really want to apologize for not replying to messages as much as I used to or being as active on here as I was before.
I’m going through some really tough times now–I know this might sound super edgy or something, but I haven’t been doing very well mental health-wise. For those who aren’t familiar with my Sad and Tragic Backstory™, I come from a very abusive household and my time living there has taken its toll on me through things like PTSD and bipolar disorder. It takes a lot of energy for me to get out of bed, let alone interact with others, but I am trying my very best to get back on my feet again!
I also wanted to thank everyone for all your support for Puu; the story means a lot to me, and I’m glad that it’s bringing many people happiness. I never expected it to be received so well, so it’s a pleasant surprise every week when I see people’s tags, comments, and messages about how they enjoy Puu. All your support keeps me going, not only art-wise, but also in life! You all make things a little easier for me and put a smile on my face the times I need it the most.
Thank you for sticking with me! I hope you all can continue to enjoy my art and that I can keep on creating the things I love.
My witchy travel-kit > two tarot decks (one for personal use only and one others are allowed to touch) > a set of angel oracle cards > lavender&salt water > a bunch of candles > a lighter > a pendulum > two pieces of rock crystal > amethyst > a jar to help with my anxiety > a jar for additional safety when working with spirits > some shiny 1ct coins
Sooo, here in Brazil, there is a state in a really dangerous situation right now unfortunately… My english could be a bit of an issue to explain the situation sooo, basically: the police is currently on strike due to salary and other issues in their work/career, and people from their families have been protesting for that too, however negotiations arent even happening since the police isnt working (i think its been since saturday) and they arent on the streets, at the same time authorities made it clear that they wont negotiate until they go back to work… meanwhile thieves are doing whatever they want there, so that means robbery and even death are increasing, there are many videos popping up while showing the situation in that state and its cities :(
Another thing which is unbelievable is how I didnt hear anything about that (probably) on tv, so yes I only found out about it by checking out Twitter, if it wasn’t for the internet who knows when people from other states in Brazil would know about this for an example…
Also, that means its better to not even leave the house until the situation will finally be under control again, but the question is: WHEN??
If anyone here in tumblr is from ES, please, dont leave by any means and stay safe at home, even though thats really difficult unfortunately, I hope for the best :(
And anyone reading this, if you want to spread or reblog, thats also okay and fine… tbh i would say to spread it, because its a shame that the tv in Brazil wasn’t even SHOWING ANYTHING ABOUT IT wtf. I decided to write this to update and give information about the current situation for people who didn’t know about it
so the thing about imaginary friends is that essentially, they are ghosts that died protecting someone
however, imaginary friends dont really recall the lives they had before they died, so they kind of have no purpose other than popping up every once in a while and wandering around the earth, attaching themselves to souls until they remember their past. they have the power to move on if they’d like, but most stick around, never remembering what they lost
there are good ones who become friends with children and comforts to adults and the elderly, and then there are bad ones
you can basically call the bad ones the monsters under the bed, the shadows out of the corner of your eye, the bringers of nightmares etc etc
mark is a good one tho
mark doesn’t remember, but he died protecting his little sister in a car crash
a truck didn’t see their car until it was too late and mark threw himself in front of his sister, protecting her from the onslaught of glass and shrapnel
he died in the hospital an hour later, and his family hadn’t taken it well at all
they stayed in the same town and the same house though, and mark’s spirit was drawn to the place he spent most of his life, but he couldn’t remember anything
he had peeked around the house a couple of times and had seen pictures of himself and all, but he had no recollection of the relationships he had with his family or any memories regarding them
needless to say, it really sucked
since mark was the one who usually took care of his little sister while his parents were away at work and stuff, it was imperative that they found someone who could watch over her now that mark was gone
you were just a high school student at the time, getting ready to graduate and needing a little cash for college, and the tuan’s contacted you one day and you got the job to look after mark’s nine year old sister hannah
when you met hannah you were a lil discouraged bc she was suuuuuuper quiet and wouldn’t really speak to you except to say yes or no
you had tried to get her to watch a disney movie with you in the living room one night you babysat, but she had just refused and ran off to her room, claiming to be too tired
you had found it strange, but didn’t push it, and checked on her to make sure she was all right before you left her to “sleep”
about halfway through tarzan, you hear voices in the house
your first instinct is that you’re gonna have to fight someone so, of course, you grab a weapon
it’s a remote
you’re making your way upstairs quietly, following the sounds of the voices carefully, your phone tucked in your hand and ready to call the police if needed
the only reason why you haven’t yet is because if hannah is just watching tv in her room, you’d probably get put in hot water with her parents
slowly, you inch toward her closed bedroom door and press your ear against it
“hmm, there was this one time I met a princess in the afterlife” an older male’s voice says, and you wait with bated breath, hoping to god she’s watching something on disney channel
“really?? tell me about her!” you hear hannah reply, and thats when you bust the door open, sending the door into the wall behind it while you hold your remote defensively in front of you
“leave her alone or i’ll kick your ass!” you yell
you’re surprised, however, when you lock eyes with someone very familiar
you can’t recall where you’ve seen him, but as this tall blond boy stands protectively in front of hannah, her small hands wrapped around his arm as she cowers behind him, you blink in hazy recognition
“you shouldn’t use language like that around kids, you know” the boy has the gall to scold you, having decided you’re not enough of a threat before he turns to hannah and pats her hair down
“dude, i swear to god, if you dont get away from her-”
you’re shocked when hannah suddenly runs up to you, grabbing the remote from your hands with wide eyes “it’s okay, this is my brother, mark!” she tells you, tugging you closer to “mark”
you instantly realize where you’ve seen that face and heard that name, as your eyes shoot across the room and land on a picture frame on hannah’s desk
at closer inspection, you see that the boy in the picture holding hannah on his hip and making a peace sign at the camera looks exactly like the boy before you
you remembered hannah’s father telling you how they’d lost their son not two months ago, and how hannah had finally caved into getting a babysitter when she grew tired of staying at friends’ houses well into the night
he had mentioned how hannah had, at first, taken it pretty hard, and then in the past few days, had completely changed
while she wasn’t her old, happy self, she wasn’t locking herself in her room anymore, and they assumed that maybe she had found comfort already
you had no idea, and you were sure her family didn’t either, that that comfort was found in her dead brother
you’re like seconds from fainting when mark reaches out for you, grabbing at your arms to hold you steady and wow, his hands are freezing cold
you wince and he immediately pulls back, biting his lip “ahh, sorry, i forget how cold i am”
hannah gleams up at him though, showing off the few missing teeth she has, “i dont mind! you used to have really sweaty hands before” “did i? thats kinda mean kid” “its true!”
you’re like reeling, watching as they banter and looking between the picture and him
the resemblance is uncanny and hannah seems extremely comfortable with him, and you’re starting to quietly accept that maybe he really is there
but you also notice that whenever hannah mentions something about mark in the past, this mark tenses
he makes no indication that he remembers, just nods and goes along with it
there’s still a flicker of doubt in you so you end up asking for proof that he’s really there and not some look alike weirdo that’s been bothering hannah
mark, without a second thought, disappears
like just straight up gone my guy
you let out an ear piercing scream and wildly swat at the air, hannah holding her hands over her ears as she giggles at your reaction
you check under the bed, in her closet, and the hallway twice over, but you can’t find him anywhere
you’re near freaking out again when hannah just goes “ok mark, i think you can come out now” and he reappears sitting on her desk, his ankles crossed and a cheeky smile on his face as he watches you hold your chest in an attempt to calm down
“real enough for you?” he grins, having the audacity to drop his eye down in a wink at you
needless to say you’re like speechless for the rest of the night
the tuans send you home with your payment and look kinda confused as you just. slump out of there. blown away
when the tuans call you two days later however, you take that job up in a second bc honestly mark hasn’t left your mind since he bid you farewell the other day
it strangely becomes a thing where you, hannah, and mark spend time together in her room
mark continues to evade any questions or mentions about the past, and hannah continues to be oblivious
mark shows you all the things he can do as a ghost and imaginary friend, everything from changing his voice to mimic yours (you nearly shit yourself) to walking on the ceiling
he mentions that as her imaginary friend, he’s supposed to protect her and keep her company until she’s old enough to forget about him, but hannah promises she never will
you end up learning things about mark (through hannah of course) and mark tells you about his travels as a ghost, meeting other ghosts of all types
he had even mentioned coming across one named youngjae, who haunted an apartment building up the street from hannah’s school
mark said that whenever he had free time, he went to go visit youngjae, but youngjae had recently made friends with the newest tenant there so he barely made any time for mark anymore poor baby looked so pouty
one day, while you three are hanging out, hannah falls asleep early so its just you and mark and since its been eating you alive, you decide to ask him why he never talks about before he died
“thing is, i never had the heart to tell hannah, but apparently when ghosts like me die… we forget the life we had before. we’re considered imaginary friends, special types of ghosts that forget their past and form attachments with humans in attempts to remember. being here has told me a lot, and i feel a pull to this place so i know for sure it’s part of my past. but despite everything, i only know what hannah talks to me about. i can tell she’s catching on to my “forgetfulness” now because she’s getting really irritated with me when i don’t remember something… i hate not remembering”
you’re pretty shocked bc you can barely imagine being a ghost and not remembering anything from your old life, but you can tell from the way mark looks so broken and sad that it isn’t fun
“im not sure what’d be better, tbh. being dead and remembering everything or remembering nothing. i feel… i feel like if i told hannah that i couldn’t remember her the way old mark did, she’d be heartbroken. i want her to be able to pretend that im the same old big bro she remembers having, not some stranger” he tells you, close to tears
while water falls from his eyes, they don’t necessarily exist, falling and disappearing in mid air
all you can do is rub his back and listen to him as he sobs, trying so desperately to remember who he is
after that day, you do everything you can to quiz mark on his old life
you ask hannah, her parents, and even do a little snooping around mark’s old room for clues
you end up reminding him of most of his life, but there are still pieces missing
it’s not in his memory as things he recalls himself, but it is in his memory
mark actually ends up being like your own imaginary friend
he takes you and hannah out to play in the snow in the winter, and he’s a goddamn cheater pretty amazing at it because he can like. disappear into the snow
and he ALWAYS teams up with hannah so you’re basically getting pelted to death with snowballs and you always lose
once mark found out he used to sing, he begins to learn again, and plays you and hannah silly songs every once in a while
will follow you around the house and make himself invisible
*you’re cooking something for hannah* “*mark sidles up to you and speaks in an impossibly deep voice* whats cooking good looking” “MARK TUAN”
you beat him with the hot pan but it’s ok bc he can’t feel it
he once copied the voice of dean and starting singing half moon to you and hannah on the couch
you two both ko’d and he just smiled at you two bc :))) his favorite girls
you know when people with cold hands deliberately put their cold hands on you just to be a lil shit
what sucks is he’s cold ALL THE TIME
*snakes his hands around your waist* “mark you’re cold get off” “i wanna get warm and you’re really warm :((((” “you can’t even feel temperature g ET OFF”
once accidentally snuck into a selfie with you and hannah and nearly gave their mother a heart attack when you unknowingly showed her lmao sorry
sometimes just likes to sit and listen to you talk about your life when hannah falls asleep
you think your life is really boring but he loves it
he loves you
its kind of strange bc along with not having any memories from before, most emotions are kind of strangely new to him
he doesn’t realize what it is he feels for you until you come to babysit one day and you’ve got a bruise on your arm and he immediately gets protective and is like “whats this? what happened?? explain!!”
and you’re just like lol i bumped my arm into the bathroom door this morning chill
but mark realizes like, yo, he really cares about you and he likes you a lot and thinks you’re really pretty and hannah loves you too and he just… it makes him hurt even more bc he knows he can never be with you
and one day hannah is gonna grow up and before that even, you’re gonna go away to college and leave him behind and he can’t leave hannah
he knows one day hannah is gonna grow old and pass ghost mark and every adventure they’ve had together since his death off as just a big joke that you played in on
hannah’s gonna finally see mark as just what he is. dead. and it hurts
you’ll forget him too
because the other unique thing about imaginary friends is that unlike ghosts, they’re easily forgettable
you’ll get a new life and new friends and you’ll probably forget him too
and he’ll be there until he remembers his past life for himself and moves on
he doesn’t know if he wants to
because looking down at you tucked under his arm and fast asleep, a blanket wrapped around the two of you (more for your own wellbeing than his own), he holds you a little tighter and whispers against your hair “please… do whatever you want. just dont forget me”
you don’t open your eyes, having woken up at the sound of his voice
you just close your fist around his sweater and you’re not lying when you whisper back, “never”