thank you for this idea anon

anonymous asked:

ok but have u ever thought about risen king! chrom

 / / amigo i have that verse *will smith pose at this i have that verse *will smith pose at this here* The back story needs more tinkering but yeah. 

risen king chrom is, believe it or not, the reason for this blog existence. my friend elliot, henry’s mun  @ichorcorvus is the godfather of this blog. i have good friends that usher me to make more angsty blogs because we can lol

….sits here. who wants to rp with him owo

anonymous asked:

Wtf dad, your life is bananas and i'm amazed but also a little down that my own life is so vanilla compared to yours, despite us being the same age. Please share more of your exciting life so i can vicariously experience it through your posts, kthxbye

literally my idea of a great time is falling asleep in the woods for a hundred years rip van winkle-style, i am the most boring person i know.  i’m excited you want to hear about my dumb shenanigans though, because i have always been good at learning my lessons the hard way. 

really, i’m a mess. i’ve been stung by a scorpion.  i lost my virginity technically in public, on camera.  one time when i was in college i woke up still drunk from the night before in the same clothes and halfway through my shift i found a pizza crust in my underwear.  my first curse word was “butt fucker” at age two and a half.  i have an arrest record and the police report literally says “upon being placed under arrest, he exclaimed ‘zoinks, scoob.’”  95% of my stories are shit like that.

anonymous asked:

Hey so I was wondering if you have caught up with TBL yet and if so, what are your thoughts?! I love hearing your ideas and interpretations!!

Anon, I do thank you for your interest, but - as far as I’m concerned - TBL finally went too far with not going anywhere, and I am calling it quits.

I’ve had enough of the kind of obnoxious dicking around that passes for storytelling on this show. It’s clear the “writers” have no appreciation for the insane privilege they were granted, they have very little respect for their craft and def none for their audience. The only ppl left clapping and singing their praises are those blinded few whose little fantasies are being catered to despite said little fantasies running counter with common sense, basic principles of writing, and yes, established canon.

The writers do nothing but lie and bait, then make “creative” choices that alienate the maximum number of fans despite the fact that they are now hemorrhaging viewers. [Liz Lemon voice] Who does that?! Their incompetence and lack of basic forethought/sight can only be rivaled by that of their golden boy fave character whose own superfluous side show also predictably tanked after about 3 minutes of airtime. It must be a dream job, tho, getting paid big bucks for underachieving and failing expectations this bad. Mere mortals are usually sent packing when it happens.

And no, I am not lamenting Lizzington here; it still sails in my head. On the show there are thousands of other interesting and perfectly acceptable routes they could pick besides that, yet they keep insisting on one that’s not only trite and stupid, but also the most damaging to what’s left of their so-called story and characterizations. I’ve never seen a show so intent on pointless and 100% preventable self-destruction, but I’ve grown tired of suffering it. Re-watching old favorites and discovering new ones have made something very clear to me: *I* don’t enjoy or even like TBL anymore. It’s more like a bad habit at this point and it’s time for me to break the circle and let go.

For the sake of those of you who will keep watching, I do hope some improvement will come (even just by accident), and maybe they will even manage just one concrete answer someday bc testing an obscure, easily tampered-with piece of evidence of dubious origin when you already have the person’s DNA on file (see 110) is just another dumb “trick” from the Bag of Unnecessary Vagueness that’s been keeping this show from moving in any meaningful direction for three (3) years.

p.s. that being said, I am not deleting anything from this blog (I don’t have anything to be ashamed of, TPTB do), and I am not unfollowing anybody, either. But if any of you guys wanna unfollow, even if we are mutuals, I completely understand, so (as always) please do not feel “obligated” in any way to hang on if you no longer find anything here that interests you.

You’re On! - Oliver Bjorkstrand

Originally posted by bjorkstrands

Not sure how I feel about this one, but whateves! On another note, PK SUBBAN HAS MADE IT TO THE STANLEY CUP FINALS OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ahhhhhh I’m so happy for him! Okay, so I have finals this week so I might not post as often but I will try to get the other requests out as soon as I can! I hope you like this one!!

Word Count: 854 (yikes, sorry its short)

Warnings: none

Anon Request: hi hi!! I know you’re a pens fan so you might not like this request, but maybe an imagine for Oliver Bjorkstrand? Maybe with y/n also being a hockey player and they’re messing around on the ice? Thank you!!


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anonymous asked:

SWenTRash - well if you ever want to here's it - the one where they both are room mates and have alternate lives as a hero and villain and they Boggs fight each other unknowingly and then tend to each other's wounds as roommates and are slowly falling in love. (Does it make sense ?) I really loved this and this with SWANQUEEN is gonna be super adorkable

It’s not multichaptered idea but I hope you like it ;)

Thank you for it <3

A03 version



“The Savior and The Queen have been seen fighting over Storybrooke rooftops. Could this be another chapter on their feud? After last year situation with The Dark Savior both supers hadn’t been seen together and one can do nothing but wonder what may have spurred this encounter. Witness have reported that the aura that normally surrounds the Queen has turned into a slightly paler purple. Is this perhaps a symbol that the former dark enchantress is losing her edge? More at nine!”

Emma switched the TV with a groan as she threw the remote to the couch cushion’s she had been resting on until then. Her head throbbed as well as her ribs and her right hand. Her knuckles were no longer caked with the layer of slowly drying blood she had cleaned after entering in the apartment but they were still red and swollen from where she had tried her best to clean up the gashes on her skin. Hissing and pushing her tongue against her teeth as she maneuvered her body once again she threw a nasty look to the now unlit TV.

“Losing her edge?” She mocked, her good hand touching her ribs cautiously. They ached but nothing like they had done before. At least she now could breathe. Fortunately, it seemed that her powers were already kicking in. “It didn’t feel like it when she was kicking my ass.”

Emma knew that her anger was misplaced but the mention of the Dark Savior had made her clench her teeth until she had felt her gums hurt; the month and a half she had been transformed into her evil persona had almost rendered Storybrooke into chaos and it had in fact been the Queen the one who had stepped out. Which it may have been strange for the media but not for Emma herself.

As much as she despised having her ass handled every other time the two of them sparred, Emma had learnt to respect her enemy; most villains tried to destroy whatever they wanted to destroy while whispering dark threats as they walked up and down Storybrooke’s streets. The Queen, however, had appeared even before Emma had decided to try the suit and hidden persona. She had a twisted moral and owned some formidable powers but, just as she had those, she also had a code. One Emma had briefly seen through her dark days when the woman had reached to her, asking her to come back from where she had let herself fall. Begrudgingly, she had needed to admit that the Queen was not the woman she had thought she was and so they had let the other do their thing while they remained on their lane. A peace offering of shorts.

Until today.

Moving carefully, she reached for the cold compress she had made just as she had pealed her suit out of her bruised body, the red leather of her doublet still glowing faintly from where the Queen had grabbed and pushed her; tendrils of magic had crawled up Emma’s skin before the full impact had thrown Emma away. Applying the compress on her ribs and letting out another hiss, she closed her eyes just as she checked her own powers, the slowly -but still quicker than normal- stitching her flesh.

Not a second after she let her body fall back on the couch the main door of the dimly lighted apartment opened quietly, the pitter patter of the rain that had been falling nonstop during the entire afternoon becoming stronger for a second as Emma let out a growl. Opening her right eye just in time to catch her flatmate’s profile before she turned to look at her, one brow raising almost immediately as brown eyes fell on the way she kept nursing her side, she nodded slowly from where she was, trying her best to look as good as new and failing considering how Regina’s eyes widened.

“Gym again?” Regina asked, approaching the couch, the sound of her stilettos against the floorboard echoing behind her. It had always amazed Emma how the other woman could go to work with those and never come back with a sprained ankle and she, in fact, had asked her about it a month after starting to live together, almost three years ago. The brunette had laughed for the first time after that and sipped on her drink while whispering “magic”. The drink had been wine if Emma’s memory served her right.

“Yeah… tried to lift more than I could.” She replied trying not too hard on rolling her eyes at the white lie. It had become her usual explanation; gym and her disastrous luck with the equipment on it. So far it had worked and her powers allowed her to go to the actual gym with her body as good as new. Not that she was obsessed with gym of course.

(Perhaps a little.)

Clicking he tongue, the brunette sat on the couch while picking the remote, holding  it on her left hand as her right hovered over Emma’s bruised fingers. Shivering as she could feel the woman’s blunt fingers almost tracing her skin, the blonde hero closed her eyes for a second before the sound of the TV being switched on again made her blink while exhaling loudly.

“Want me to take a look at that?” She heard at her side.

At first neither Regina or she had considered the other interesting enough to be more than the woman they shared a roof with. However, as time had passed and Emma had learnt about the woman’s terrible relationship with her mother and Regina herself had been there when Emma had gotten the letter from the adoption facility she had been put back when she had been a toddler with the harsh “Sorry, there is nothing we can do” written between fake polite words that had done nothing to assuage the blonde’s pain, they had found themselves trusting in each other, becoming friends. Or something close to that. Ruby had told Emma more than once that she needed to kiss Regina one of those nights they used the excuse of no work the day after to drink until everything that was left of them were wandering eyes and even more wandering hands. Emma, however, could be The Savior but chickened out every time.

And something like that happened in that moment as she stared at Regina’s concerned eyes.

“I’m good.” She grunted just as Regina’s lips opened, halting in mid-movement before curving into a soft smile as the woman nodded turned her attention fully towards the TV.

“Watching the news again?” Regina asked while tilting her head, eyes narrowed as she saw the clip of The Savior and the Queen fighting. The video had definetely been taken by a phone and the glowing aura of the Queen seemed slightly blurred as she moved back and forth from The Savior’s attacks. The brunette words were laced with criticism and Emma nodded slowly as she probed her ribs once again; tender but definetely better than a few minutes prior. Excellent.

“They could say something interesting.” She replied, smiling smugly at Regina. The brunette, however, seemed more invested on the clip of the fight, now on loop.

In the video The Savior had just used her own power to push The Queen to her left. The black-clothed woman, however, had used her magic to propulse herself back to where she had been standing a few seconds prior, kicking the Savior on the ribs and retreating before the masked blonde could do anything about it.

On her couch Emma felt a blush dusting her cheeks, embarrassment of having been caught with such a cheap trick growing inside of her. On the other hand, Regina hummed, eyes trained on The Queen’s movements as she landed back on the rooftop’s surface.

“Too hasty.” She commented. “She could have done better.”

Emma’s head snapped; it had been a long time since she had heard Regina talk about either her alter ego or the villain. Last time, perhaps, it had been when she had come from her room after been returned back to normal, Dark Savior gone and hair still white while trembles cursed her body. Regina had been checking something on the kitchen’s table and had suggested to see anything on the TV, never once pressing Emma to speak to her. The blonde had passed out that night next to the other woman’s side, all residue of the dark magic power gone from her by morning.

“You think so?” She asked. “I think she did a pretty good job.”

That was another part of their banters; Regina seemed to truly hate the Queen’s fight style and even though Emma technically didn’t like the other super it was undeniable for her the woman’s ability to fight.

“Savior had certainly improved I think. Queen over-did that last curse.”

Which, now that Emma looked at it, at the way the arcane symbols appeared around the woman’s fingers before transforming into the tendrils she was so accustom to by now, she thought that it could be true. However, a villain with the name of the Queen had its own right to over-did it from time to time, at least on her book.

Regina laughed at that observation and caught her wounded hand, rendering Emma useless. As usual, the blonde felt a sudden prickling sensation on her skin, one that made her shiver as Regina looked at the wounds, now much less worrying-looking than before.

“You’re a disaster.” The brunette muttered softly and Emma had to chuckle at that.

“And dinner is on you.” She replied instead. “I did it yesterday.”

“I think I recall some burnt chicken. Yes.”

Emma stuck out her tongue just as Regina get rid of her high-heeled shoes. Sighing, the blonde watched as the slightly older woman closed her eyes in pleasure, hands caressing her calves as she did so.

Someday, she promised herself, not seeing Regina’s closed fists as her magic crackled just beneath the skin nor the woman’s warm glance on her direction. Someday she would tell Regina.

Just… not today.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I just wanted to say, first of all I'm a huge fan of your game so far, and I can't wait to play the whole thing. Secondly, if you don't mind me asking. I've wanted to work on pixel art for a while, but I'm not sure what program is best for pixel art. If you know any, please let me know!

Thank you so much, that makes me really happy!!! I hope you enjoy the game!

Unfortunately, I’m not good at making pixel art… I can only do simple and tiny objects haha ;;

I think it would be a good idea to ask another dev! I personally recommend @virgovsthezodiac ! I’m a huge fan of their pixel art and they just released a demo!

Any of the followers of this blog can recommend a program to this Anon? I would appreciate it!

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Anon asked: I hope that your final paper goes ok!! HERES SOME DESSERTS🍦🍦🍦🍦🍰🍰🎂🎂🍫🍫🍩🍩🍪🍪🍭🍭🍰🍭🍪🍩🍿🍫🍦 Maybe once you’re done or have time, could you do a oneshot of Nicole and Reader being together but flirting with Waverly. And poor small bi waverly is confused because she knows they’re dating but also wants to date them.

Ahhh thank you for the desserts baby~! I’ll get to work on this right away!

Warning: Short n sweet, this sucks I’m sorry because I have no idea how the fuck am I supposed to write this


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anonymous asked:

*whispers* ushimoni

Thank you so much…. my friend, i love you!

Who said “I love you” first: Moniwa did. It was in a very angsty moment, cause Moniwa was trying to break up with him, and it just slipped… (i’m in actual tears, help)

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: They both do. It happened once Ushijima went on a trip for like a month, so Moniwa had the idea to change their phone backgrounds (it’s so cheesy i know), and they haven’t changed it since then.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Moniwa does. At the beginning he didn’t know Ushijima read his messages (usually quotes of a books he liked, or random thoughts), until he saw one day that Ushijima talked to him about something he wrote and he was so embarassed!

Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Moniwa is too practical, so Ushijima is the one that sometimes buys cheesy and useless things, but Moniwa loves them.

Who initiated the first kiss: Moniwa. My image of their fist kiss is Ushijima confessing and Moniwa wanting to kiss him, so he initiates the act, but he’s too shy and embarassed so he pulls off, and Ushijima notices, so Ushijima asks what he was going to do, and Moniwa, frustrated cause he’s an aihead, just screams something like: “I WAS GOING TO KISS YOU, IDIOT”, and Ushijima is like “Ohhhh”, so Ushijima kisses him cause Moniwa is too embarassed. (i cry)

Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Ushijima is an early riser, so he enjoys awaking Moniwa with kisses just to let him know that he’s gonna go out for his daily morning run. 

Who starts tickle fights: Ushijima does. They were once watching a movie in which the couple did it, and he felt curious to know how would Moniwa react. And he kept doing it every once in a while cause Moniwa’s laught is celestial.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: Moniwa. He’s too shy, so damn shy, that he almost died the fist time he asked, but it was an emergency and he had to take a shower, so he asked. It was so nice that he kept asking once in a while.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Again, Moniwa is too practical. He always packs Ushijima’s lunch and he makes sure he takes it, but sometimes he has free time so he calls Ushijima to see if he’s busy so they can eat together. Ushijima is very happy when this happens.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Moniwa was a nervous and shy red ball, cause he didn’t think he was someone remarkable and worthy of someone like Ushijima. Ushijima did a great effort to make Moniwa more comfortable. Their fist date was awful but ended sweetly, so of course Moniwa was more confident and less shy for their second date.

Who kills/takes out the spiders: Moniwa is against killing them, but he’s too afraid of them, so Ushijima takes them out.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: This is fun. Ushijima does. He’s a heavy drinker, but when he’s drunk he’s very open about his feelings, so it’s very usual to hear him talking about how much he loves Moniwa. 

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anonymous asked:

Wyatt!!!! Bebes!!!! Thank you for sharing your cute and precious sims with us!!!! I love seeing their pure faces on my dash!!! I'm always busy so I can never comment and like on time but, I love to sit back and catch up on your fabulous posts!!!! Thank you for being raddd!!!! ~🐰

Oh my god. You have no idea how much it means to hear this!!! Thank you so much anon!!! ily and I’m so glad that you like my little Sim babes!!! :D <3 <3 Thank YOU for brightening my day. :)

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I decided to become an artist when I was about your age. I liked to draw so much, I almost hated to go to bed. And then one day, all of a sudden, I couldn’t draw anything. Everything I drew, I didn’t like. I realized that my art up to then was a copy of someone else, things I had seen somewhere. I decided I had to discover my own style. It’s still difficult. But then, the results… They seem to be a little better than before. It’s nice to be a witch, isn’t it? I like the idea - to be a witch, to be an artist, to be a baker… It’s an energy bestowed by the gods or someone, right? Though thanks to it, we do have to suffer at times.

Concept: it’s our first winter morning in our new house together. As I wake up I’m filled with excitement and I run into the living room to find you waiting with breakfast and hot chocolate for us both. It’s snowing outside and we’re freezing cold but we’re both filled with joy to finally be together