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sometimes I think about how Undyne’s magic was the color of kindness, and what that means for someone who chose to go into the guard and who thinks about her friends and pounds the ground in anger and who loves so fiercely and has undoubtedly taken a life, someone who says, “do you think it’s funny when people don’t come home?” and who teaches you how to cook

undyne who taps into the earth so deeply she can feel the hearts of others beating as one

oh hey guys. sorry for my inactivity despite the fact we’re in our christmas break already. though we are free to do whatever we want, i still have obligations for my school ;;;;;;; it’s tiring, i know. and i sincerely apologize for not answering your messages :( 

so while i’m oiling my artistic gears, i had doodled naegiri because i FREAKING miss them so much. hope’s peak arc is done, but my love for them will live forever. 

oh and like the DR3 OSTs 1 and 2! 


     “I said I was sorry!”

     Your feet pounded on the ground as you shot through the bunker’s lengthy halls, bumping into walls as you slid past corners and tried to outrun the clunking sound of work boots closing in on you.

     “You can’t run forever!”

     A devilish grin spread across your face. “Can’t I?”

     You flew past the bedrooms and into the lesser known parts of the bunker, every turn a mystery and every corridor unknown. You weaved past boxes and sheet-covered furniture, jumped over dips in the floor and expertly navigated the unfamiliar territory – that is, until you made the mistake. You let your arrogance get the better of you and threw an exploratory glance over your shoulder, searching for your pie-deprived boyfriend. Then you tripped on a fallen lamp and landed flat on your back.

      Dean’s smug face appeared above yours. “No, you can’t.”

     “Well,” you shot a grin in his direction, “you can’t blame a girl for trying.”

     You reached up and took Dean’s outstretch hand, letting him pull you up to standing and wrap his arms around your waist – whether it was to comfort his girlfriend who just took a nosedive or to keep you from running away again, you had no idea.

     “That was my last piece of pie,” Dean said gruffly.

     You flashed a face-splitting smile. “And it was delicious!”

     Dean looked far from amused.

     “You’re a thief – a pie thief! And you’re gonna pay.”

     “Or,” you drew out the word, sliding your hand up your captor’s chest, “you could just forgive me.”

     A small smile tugged at Dean’s lips. “And why would I do that?” he asked as he took a few steps forward, backing you into the wall and caging you in with his arms.

     “Because,” you pushed yourself towards him, sliding your hands into his hair and bringing your lips up to Dean’s. “You looove me!” Then you gave him a smacking kiss, ducked under his arm, and ran in the opposite direction. Dean’s bellowing voice echoed down the hall as you bolted for freedom.


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Fic insp: Ground and Pound by dancetyd

Sandwich Surprise


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The breakfast rush had passed and it wasn’t yet time for the lunch rush. You stood at the counter, gazing out the large picture window, watching the people pass by. It was a nice Spring day and the sidewalk was busy: young couples, mothers pushing strollers, joggers, dog walkers.

And then the shiny black car pulled into a spot in front.

You hadn’t seen the car in years but you would know the machine anywhere.

You dropped to the ground, heart pounding. What were they doing here?

‘Probably working,’ you told yourself. Slowly, you peeked above the counter. Sam and Dean had gotten out of the car and were looking around, discussing something. They were dressed in their suits—they were working.

‘Strange,’ you thought. You hadn’t heard anything strange happening around here recently. Neither had Rebecca, your twin in every sense of the word—young, cookie lover, master baker, ex-hunter.

“Uh,” Rebecca said, stepping from the kitchen and finding you crouched on the floor. “What’re you doing?”

“I need you to run lobby,” you said, making an awkward-crabwalk-dash to the kitchen. “But don’t give them menus!”

“What? Why?”

“I know what they want.”


“They’re my brothers.”

Rushing into the kitchen, you began to throw together the food you knew your brothers would want—healthy-sized sandwiches (larger than the usual); a side of house-made chips for Dean, a small salad for Sam. The bell above the door rang just as you were putting the finishing touches on each plate.


“Cas, what are you doing in my kitchen?” you asked, not turning around.

“I wanted to let you know that your brothers–”

“I know. I saw the Impala pull up.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Surprise them.” You glanced over your shoulder. “Go meet them. But don’t tell them I’m here!”

The angel stepped from the kitchen. You heard the deep voices of your brothers, heard the muffled conversation of surprise upon the angel’s arrival. For his part, thankfully, Cas said nothing about you.

You took a few deep breaths before sliding the food onto a tray and stepping from the kitchen. You made your way to the table, setting the food down before them.

“Sorry, we didn’t order–” Sam looked up, his face dropping in surprise. “Y/N?”

Dean turned, his face mirroring Sam’s. “Holy shit. What are you doing here?”

“Bringing you your lunch.”


You watched as your brothers examined their food, large smiles covering their faces.

“How’d you know?” Sam asked.

“Sister’s intuition,” you said with a shrug.

“Mother Mary’s,” Dean said, remembering the name he’d seen on the banner outside. “We should have known.”

“And it was strange that we didn’t get menus. Your friend over there refused to give us any.”

“Did you know about this?” Dean asked, turning to Cas. He gave a small shrug.

“Do you… I mean, would you like to sit down?” Sam asked, pulling out the chair next to him.

You carefully sat next to him, making eye contact with Cas. He gave you a gentle smile.

“Holy shit,” Dean said, this time muffled by mounds of turkey and ham and cheese. “This is delicious.”

“Save room for dessert,” you said with a chuckle. “We make pies every morning, fresh.”

Dean’s eyes lit up like a child’s on Christmas morning.

Not Letting Go

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

This is The soulmate AU for Jason! I tried my best but I’m not sure how I feel about this one. Hope you guys like it!


Your feet pounded off the concrete ground as you dashed down the street, ignoring the incredulous looks and glares being thrown your way by the other pedestrians. You were panting hard for breath but you didn’t dare stop, afraid of what your mother would think if you were late home. you knew she worried about you constantly as it was, it wouldn’t do to give her any more reason. Your father had walked out on the two of you when you were six. Your mother had gotten pregnant with you at sixteen and run away to Gotham with the man she’d fallen in love with. Since he’d left the only family either of you had was each other. Your mother worked hard to give you the best life she could, and you tried to reciprocate by making an effort to worry her as little as possible. She had enough on her plate as it was. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t hard, putting in your best effort despite how tired or defeated you might feel. You didn’t always succeed, but you did your best. 

It was a sunny Friday afternoon, and the streets of Gotham were packed with citizens milling about making the most of the summer heat. You ducked and weaved around them as best you could, but you were beginning to overheat and you knew your reflexes were getting sloppy. It didn’t help that you were wearing a long sleeved shirt. It wasn’t by choice; that morning you had misplaced the hairbands you normally wore on your wrist to conceal your soulmark. When you had proudly displayed it to your mother on the morning of your thirteenth birthday she had told you gently that while it was superb that it had appeared, it would be best if you kept it covered. Your teachers wouldn’t be pleased to see swear words written on your skin, however involuntary it was. You had been heartbroken at first to have to keep your soulmate’s words covered, but now you were mostly indifferent. It was just another in a long chain of disappointments. 

You were regretting your choice of clothing now though, your clothes were beginning to stick to your skin. You jogged around a corner into a shadier side street to get respite from the sun, hoping that your detour wouldn’t cost you any extra time. The second you did you smacked face first into something solid, falling back onto the ground with an “Oof,” You shook your head, dazed, and noticed a pair of legs just inches from your face. ‘Huh, that’s weird,’ 

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” It took a moment for the words to register, and then you looked up into the face of the (outrageously handsome) man you had just bumped into. 


Jason had been cooped up in the manor for days. He had sprained his wrist on patrol earlier in the week and Bruce had been very firm that he stay off patrol until it healed. It was just starting to drive him nuts when Alfred suggested he take a walk downtown and collect the ingredients he would need for dinner that evening. Jason wasn’t fooled, he knew Alfred could get them delivered if he wanted to, and this was a blatant ploy to get Jason out of the house before someone ended up seriously injured when he finally lost his head. Jason didn’t call him out on it, he was grateful for the excuse. 

He wasn’t overly fond of crowds however, the general atmosphere in Gotham that day was making him claustrophobic. Thus why he was walking down a narrow and less densely populated street when you had come around the corner and bashed right into his chest. He hadn’t been expecting it in the slightest, and having a grocery bag in each hand made him slow to react. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” He wasn’t sure if he was apologizing for being in the way or for failing to catch you when you fell. He juggled the bags into one hand and extended the other to help you up. You seemed confused, and he worried that you might have hurt yourself. When your eyes met his you gasped, ignoring his hand and scrambling to your feet on your own. “I’m fine, I’m so sorry, I have to go!” 

He watched, stunned, as you ran down the street and away from him. It was only when you were already out of sight that Jason recognized your words. They were written on his wrist. Jason took a minute to just stand there, thoughts racing. He had just met his soulmate. And she had taken one look and ran for it. Self loathing crept in like a slow fog. Of course you had, that was just Jason’s luck. A soulmate was the one thing life had promised him, the one person who was guaranteed to love him for himself. And even you didn’t want him. ‘No,’ The thought came unexpected, with a force that startled him. Jason had been waiting for this all his life, he’d be damned if he let you go without even giving him a chance first. If you decided he was an asshole then, that was your choice. But fuck it if he was sick of being disappointed. 


When you reached your house you were already in tears. You had to take a moment to steady your breathing and pull yourself together before you went inside. A little part of you hated yourself for what you had just done, but you knew it was for the best. You weren’t going to give anyone else a chance to come into your life and mess it up further, even if it was your soulmate. You’d had enough of that already. You had been fine on your own for this long, that wasn’t going to change. “Mom I’m home!” You called into the quiet house, waiting for a reply before venturing into the kitchen. Maybe she had fallen asleep on the sofa again; starting a new job meant that she had been exhausted lately. There was a note on the table with your name on it and you unfolded it curiously. 

“I’ve had to trade shifts at work today, sorry sweetie! Dinner is in the fridge. I’ll be home by 10, be safe! I love you.  - Mom Xx’

You shook your head in disbelief, groaning. All that running for nothing. And meeting him! Well, it wasn’t like that could have been avoided. Fate and all that. You felt a twinge of loneliness at your mum’s absence but shrugged it off. She was doing her best for the both of you. You just wished there was somebody you could tell…


You were sitting at your bedroom desk studying when there was a knock on your window. You jumped, letting out a surprised yelp. Your eyes flew to the window, your heart pounding. It was starting to get dark outside and you could only make out the tall silhouette of a person standing in your fire escape. You hesitated, unsure whether to check who it was or to run downstairs and lock yourself into the kitchen. The person knocked again, and you attempted to console yourself with the logic that if they were going to break in they probably would have done so already, as opposed to knocking first to warn you. Against your better judgement you edged towards the window, your heart in your throat. When you were close enough you could see that it was the man from earlier. ‘Your soulmate,’ a little voice in your head whispered. You told it to shut up. 

You wrenched open the window and glared out at him, trying to ignore the way your stomach flipped when he just grinned back at you. You hissed, “Did you follow me home?!” You didn’t know if you were disturbed or impressed. You figured it should probably be disturbed. The man ignored your question, outstretching a hand towards you, seemingly for a handshake. “Hey. I’m Jason Todd, your soulmate. But you already knew that. Could we talk?” His casual tone threw you off, and unthinkingly you mumbled your name, taking his hand. The contact sent a jolt of energy through you and you wrenched your hand back, shivering. Jason just shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. He  seemed unaffected, but you noticed that he was looking at you a little too intensely to be casual. You deliberated for a moment, unsure whether or not you should refuse him. Eventually you decided that to do so would be rude, and this man hadn’t done anything to deserve that. Yet. You shrugged and ducked through the window, swinging yourself out onto the fire escape. Jason stepped back to give you room, letting out a surprised chuckle. You leaned back against the window, eyes narrowed and arms crossed. “Talk then,” 

He seemed unperturbed by your words, scuffing his shoe against the metal floor while he formulated his reply. Eventually he said, “Look, I’m not exactly the best guy. But I’ve been waiting to meet you for a long time. I’d appreciate it if you’d at least get to know me before you decide that you don’t like me,” His tone was lighthearted; You would think he was joking if it weren’t for the seriousness of his gaze. You gulped. His request was only fair. You let out a heavy sigh as you brushed past him to sit on the stairwell. “That seems fair. Let’s get to know each other then. But I’m not promising anything, I don’t really buy into this whole soulmate business,” you warned. His answering smile was breathtaking. 


You sat on the fire escape together for hours, talking about anything and everything right up until you heard your mum in the hallway calling out to you. The conversation flowed effortlessly between you, and to your utter dismay you found that you really liked this man. He was witty and clever and kind, and you felt entirely at ease in his presence. Like he had been made just for you. You told him about your dad, and about how you and your mom had had to manage on your own all these years. He had nodded understandingly, and told you a little of his own story. You were shocked and upset by his words, guilty now at having rejected him so quickly earlier. You could only imagine how that had made him feel. When it started to get cold he had shrugged off his jacket and handed it to you. The leather was warm when you pulled it on and smelled like oil and metal. It was a strangely appealing scent.

Your mom’s voice startled you, you hadn’t noticed that it had gotten so late. ”Up here mom!” You yelled through the window, praying she could hear you as you stood up. “I guess you have to go,” Jason smiled at you ruefully. You nodded, and surprising yourself, leaned in for a hug. He hugged you back without hesitation, holding you firmly to his chest as you both just drank in the others presence. When you at last pulled back you were blushing. “You will come back won’t you?” “Of course. You couldn’t stop me if you tried,” He joked. You started to take off his jacket but he shook his head. “Keep it. I’ll get it back from you next time,” “Okay,” You bit your lip to try to rein in the smile threatening to take over your face, but he noticed anyway and laughed. “You’d better go before your mum comes up here and catches us. Explaining that would be fun,” He raised an eyebrow at you. “Oh of course!” You scrambled back through the window, turning back to wave at him shyly. “Goodnight Jason,” “Goodnight, sweet dreams doll,” He teased, before disappearing down the stairwell. It was only when you emerged in the kitchen to greet your mum, grinning like a fool, that you remembered that you were still wearing Jason’s jacket. 

I’m a Fighter: Void Stiles

Originally posted by abbneto

All done for you @silverwingedfox hope you like and enjoy! Xxxx

Fear is one of the most world famous emotions. Anything from a small child to something as daunting as a lion can feel fear. It’s natural. Instinctual. It’s the feeling that can either make or break you.

The feeling that is what either keeps you alive or destroys you completely. And as I stood at the end of the corridor, watching the mayhem and destruction in front of me I felt no fear at all.

Lights flickered, footsteps pounded against the ground as people desperately ran away. But not fast enough. The Oni whirled around from all corners, their swords gleaming with fresh blood and the lust for more of it.

“Having fun little dove?” Void Stiles smirked and I smile, nodding.

“Good.” He purred and calmly leant to the side out of the way of one of the doctors, who was thrown halfway down the corridor, the look of terror prominent on his face.

“Why don’t you go wait in the car and I’ll finish up here, okay?” He asked, the undoubtable look of fondness in his eyes. I smile wider, leaning over to peck his cheek, his skin cold.


I stride out the hospital, smirking at how innocent it looked. Until you get closer and see the blood stains leading to the front door. The smashed window that had rained glass down onto the street. I guess you never know somethings wrong until you take a closer look.

I practically skipped to the car, loving the carefree mood I was in. I never had to worry about anyone or anything coming after me. No one would dare even touch me after-

The loud snapping of twigs pulled me out my thoughts as I stood by the car, looking around the seemingly deserted street. It was dark and the only light was coming from the many streetlights and the white glow coming from the hospital.

A cold breeze was chasing the leaves along the road and I knew I wasn’t alone. I leant casually against the door of the car, my eyes searching the quiet road. The too quiet road.

And then I saw it. The flash of a shadow. I strained my eyes but couldn’t see into the dark corner the figure had dived into.

I pushed myself off the door of the car and began walking towards the spot, confidence in my stride. I was only a couple of steps away before a bag was thrust over my head.

I immediately retaliated, clawing around me viciously. I felt to different hands hold and arm each as I lashed out, kicking and fighting.

“Hold her!” A voice commanded and I swung in the direction of Scott’s voice. Two snaps later and a set of handcuffs were tightly cutting off the blood circulation to my hands.

“Let’s go!” And before I could react I was lifted off my feet, despite how hard I kicked out and was thrown into the back of a car, which immediately pulled away and began speeding down the road.

The journey was not a comfortable one. Despite not being able to see and being handcuffed I put up a hell of a fight as I kicked out. My foot battered off the back of the driver’s seat and the car lurched to the side slightly.

I smirked behind the bag and shifted so that I was turned to the side and began kicking at the window, hearing a satisfying crack after two kicks.

“Seriously!” I heard Stiles whine from the front seat and I laughed to myself as Scott held me in a proper sitting position.

The car soon came to a stop and I was lifted out, one person taking my top part and the other firmly holding my legs.

“Let me go!” I screamed furiously as I was thrust into a chair.

The bag was yanked off my head and I squinted against the bright harsh light.

“What the hell,” I glared viciously at the people in the room “are you doing!?”

Everyone in the room looked as happy to be there as I did. Allison, Isaac and Lydia looked severely annoyed while Stiles and Scott were looking at me like I was a troublesome two year old.

“Void Stiles is getting out of hand. We can’t fight him for much longer.” Scott started and I rolled my eyes, already bored.

“And why is that my problem?” I snapped, matching Isaac’s death glare with my own.

“Because you’re his weakness. You’re the only thing he cares about.” Stiles said and I wanted to slap the stupid smirk off his face.

“So you kidnapped me?” I growled, despite being slightly impressed.


“Well it won’t work.” I said, annoyed how the handcuffs stopped me from folding my arms.

“We’ll see about that.” Lydia said and I roll my eyes again.

“Think of it like this. He’ll track me down easily. Are you guys ready to fight the Oni? You and I both know that you’re mountain ash will only last so long. And Void Stiles gets strong when he gets angry.” I was satisfied when I saw them all squirm, unsure of what to do.

“I may not be a werewolf but I can tell when someone’s afraid and those,” I nod my head towards the window, “Terrify you.”

Everyone’s head snapped round and everyone gulped at the same time. Two tall Oni’s were standing at the window, their eyes eerily fixating on everyone in the room.

“And if they don’t scare you.” I said and everyone in the room jumped. “Then maybe he will.” And I pointed towards the door.

Void Stiles was stood in the doorway, two more Oni behind him. He looked at me, checking to make sure I wasn’t hurt before amusedly looking at the black line of dirt at his feet.

“Did you really think something as powerless as mountain ash was going to stop me?” His tone was one of amusement but I could see the dangerous glint in his eyes and knew that a fight was moments away.

And then he stepped over the line.

Everyone’s jaw dropped but I simply smiled.

The Oni all came charging in, the two outside the window merely crashing through it and glass showered down on to the carpet.

Immediately fangs and glowing eyes were prominent in the room as Isaac and Scott snarled threateningly and Allison pulled out her bow.

Void Stiles walked calmly through the fight, narrowly avoiding the swings from Scott and the arrows from Allison but not once flinching.

He sauntered straight up to me, crouching down in front of my face.

“You okay princess?” He asked as his fingers looped round the chain on the handcuff. With a quick jerk the chain snapped and Void Stiles linked his finger through mine.

He pulled me to my feet and we walked out the house together, not giving a second glance back to the fight behind us.

“I’ll never let you out of my sight again little dove.”


I liked Thrawn in the helmet, so I did a quick sketch just to match his ground-pounding counterpart<3 I’m lazy so I recycled the pic from last time.

On a side note, I’m slowly working on the illustration for the next chapter of @white-rainbowff‘s and my Thrawn x Veers series Operation: Galactic Gambit. I’m currently busy with setting up and managing the lab, and training the kids. Doesn’t help that I am the most senior PhD student>.<

Ashes Pt. 4 [M]

Genre: Angst, Smut, Vampure AU

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Length: 6.9k

Warnings: Violence

Originally posted by heavenly-minds

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Final

Suho’s voice was ringing in your eyes. He knew. He knew the whole time what was going to happen to you. You felt the urge to throw up seeping up your throat. You couldn’t hear anymore of it. You spun around on your heels and made a run for the tunnels.

You ran into Jimin as you made your way down the hallway, “Y/N? Where are you going? It’s almost dawn!” he tried to grab your hand to stop you but you snapped back.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” you screamed as you continued to make your way down the hallway. You could hear Jimin start to follow you as your feet pounded the ground you walked on. You didn’t care enough to tell him to stop. He was going to keep following you anyway.

The woods were eerie at this time in the morning. It was quiet. Nothing but shadows filling the sky. You knew you had to reach the house quickly. The sun threatening to burst through the horizon at any second. You tripped over a log and almost fell, but Jimin was there to catch you. You didn’t even say thank you as your brushed yourself off and made your way to the familiar porch.

The shades were pulled closed. The vampires inside already preparing for day break. You pounded on the door. One of them had to be awake. They had to of heard the two of you coming. Hoseok would have felt you. The door opened and a disgruntled Yoongi appeared in front of you. “Are you an idiot?” he asked you as he made way for the two of you.

“I tried to stop her” Jimin grumbled as he entered the house behind you.

Once you had stepped inside all of the emotions you had bottled up in the past 20 minutes were exploding out of you. You kicked a chair across the room. It shattered to pieces as it hit the wall. Hoseok flinched as he was hit with the rubble while coming down the stairs.

“I’m going to kill him” your voice cracked as you shouted. “That fucking asshole is the reason I’m like this”

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