komradekrispy> Stamina wise, I’d imagine Callie to be better than Marie considering one kept running around and the other just stationed on a spot most of the time lol. It sure is, imagine lifting up and swinging the Gold Dynamo Roller. xD;

malaki94-blog> They will be good fast food buddies. ;)

theinkvenger> Thank you <333 Can’t wait to see what they have in store for the sequel. :)

kip-soto> Haha! I admit I enjoy drawing Marie with fierce eyes xD Probably because this is how I’ve always pictured her to look like when sniping. 

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"do you miss her(or y/n)?" I will cry if you do thisssss

Do you miss her? 

“What’s up my man?” Geoff asked, before entering my hotel room.

As soon as his gaze fell on me, his cheeky smile washed right off his friendly face and disappeared. He dropped down next to me, softly padding my shoulders.

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uncharted challenge  [2/2] Chapters→ The Tree of Life (Uncharted 2: Among Thieves)   

What the hell did you do back there? Oh, you know…saved the world.

anonymous asked:

ya ok but what about that rocker chick??? any headcannons for her??

Okay so I’m on phone so I can’t make it looks like nice and smooth and it’s ANNOYING but

• She’s actually hyperactive.
• Music helps her a lot to calm down.
• She’s able to play almost every instruments in the club without troubles.
• All self taught.
• At first, she lost a bet and had to cut her hair. But she loved it and kept it short!
• She runs a lot around the corridors, because TOO MUCH ENERGY
• However she wasn’t interested in joining the sport club.
• She’s really close with the photography leader!! Childhood friends!!

Tom: UGh! I’ll answer this! It was when Matt first lost all his memories we took him to a theme park to cheer him up.

Tom: He was like a giant four year old that was taller than us running around! He saw the stupid, blue elephant and kept calling it TubbyTom at the time.

Tom: Edd thought it was hilarious, and had me win it for him. We were positive he’d lose and forget about it by now.

Tom: Honestly, we’re glad he didn’t.

What Was And Is

Originally posted by requiem-on-water

“She’s such a doll.”

“Look at how lovely she is.”

“Why is she alone?”

Quellys could read these looks from people’s faces as if they were words upon the pages before her. No one seemed to understand how the dark haired beauty always seemed to walk home without escort, dared to wander the streets without so much as a blade on her person. Like so many others…all they saw was a woman with a pretty face and a admirable body. For those who bothered to look a bit deeper, managed to learn..they were smart as they were the ones to run away. The ones that stuck around were happily kept in high regard. 

“Why am I alone?”

The question was easy for the woman to answer, she had years of history to show why she preferred to walk alone…why only a few managed to stay close. Death, misery, horrors…they were tricks and trade of the information broker. This was something that may never change…no matter how much the woman wished to put the tricks and blood behind her…it was so much a part of whom she was now…there was no shaking the chains. 

“Just stay out of my way….”

Something good happened today so I thought I’d share this with all of you soooo…. STORY TIME on how I calmed down a crying 4-year old girl by showing her Viktuuri pictures ahem

So today I was at church and I helped my friend with her Sunday School. Her students are all children, so we all know that they aren’t the easiest to handle. They were so noisy; They kept running around the classroom and even getting into fights.

So this one 4-year old girl was suddenly crying, she had a fight with another girl. She was screaming and all, so I tried to calm her down by carrying her and I kept telling her,

“KZ, please stop crying. Do you wanna play?” 

But she didn’t answer me. She kept crying for a while but thankfully she has toned down her screaming a little, until I remembered that I have my tablet with me. So I told her, while still carrying her,

“Do you wanna play something here? Oh, but wait.. I don’t have games on my tablet. Do you wanna look at the photos instead?” 

She still ignored me. I opened my gallery anyways. She slowly looked at my tablet, so I said,

“KZ, do you wanna see cartoon characters? But I don’t have photos of cartoon characters, only anime, hehe.”

I have a lot of separate folders for different anime and of course my favorite ships (lol) but what caught my attention is that she tapped on my Yuri!!! on Ice folder first. She stopped crying, I was surprised.

I showed her a “family photo” fanart that I found here.

“This is Viktor, this is Makkachin and this is Yuuri.” I said.

I tried to quiz her for fun and for her to not cry again. So I was like,

Okay, I’m going to ask you KZ, who is this?” (me pointing at Viktor)

“Viktor!” we both smiled.

Very good! Now who is this?” (me pointing at Makkachin)

“Dog!” I laughed.

Yes, I know it’s a dog, but it has a name! Ma..kka..chin. Say it again, please?”

“Mikkachin.” she confidently said while I was smiling so big.

No no, KZ. It’s Makkachin. What’s the dog’s name again?”

“Makkachin.” I was like, yes, finally!

Okay so who is this? (me pointing at Yuuri)

“Boy!” she laughed again. I was enjoying this moment.

No, his name is Yuuri. Again, who is he?” (I pointed at Yuuri again)


Haha no, it’s Yuuri, not Yuure.”

“Yuuri!” then she pointed at him.

I was happy that I cheered for her. Then she went to look for another picture. This time, another fanart with the one where Viktor and Yuuri were kissing.

I was quite nervous. All I could think about was,

Crap. What if she says something like, “Ew.”? What if she cries again after seeing this? What will her reactions be?

To my surprise, she never reacted like that. In fact, she was smiling again. So then she looked at me and asked,

Are they married?” I smiled, but internal me was fangirling of course.

Well, no they aren’t, but why do you think that?”

“Because they kiss and hug. (Points at Viktor) Look, Viktor (points at Yuuri) and Yuuri, kiss.”

Right? They love each other so much.” I smiled again.

I want them to get married.”

“Me too.” 

I never expected that kind of response. I was just smiling all the time. I thought to myself, “This kid sure is something, huh.” 

Now that she has completely calmed down, I put her down so she can walk around and play with her friends again. 

I laughed because she kept screaming “Viktor! Yuuri! Mikkachin! Kiss!” while running around the classroom.

Side note: I was standing the whole time because KZ didn’t want to be put down because if I did, she would cry again so basically I was standing while carrying a child for about 15 minutes ouch

This moment was just too glorious for me to not share it IM CRYING U GUYS I AM SO HAPPY

I think I met Persephone?

So, today I decided to lay out in my backyard under my apple tree and try to communicate with anyone who would listen. I imagined myself climbing up the apple tree, higher and higher, until I looked down and saw myself below, relaxing peacefully. I kept climbing until I reached a new level (plane?) where I sat by a group of rocks next to a quiet stream. I sat until a shadowy figure approached. I sat with it a while, trying to ask it questions (it never answered me verbally), but then I tried to show it a trick and it LOVED it! I used some type of telepathic ability to put a purple narcissus on a stick and float it down the river. 

The shadowy fellow led me into the stream and we swam until we arrived at a deep pool. There, I met a woman all in yellow, who kept running all around the pool and diving in and swimming and laughing while I tried to catch her. Finally, she let me catch up and she kissed me, but then pushed me away, laughing. Then I knew it was time to leave and went back the way I came. 

I’m going to send a note of thanks down a nearby creek to the shadowy figure for leading me, and a bundle of yellow flowers as an offering to the lady in yellow. I’ve been reading, and I wonder – could she be Persephone? I know that Persephone loved yellow narcissus, and in one telling of the myth she was kidnapped by Hades when she was picking narcissus by a stream with her friends (there were other young men and women swimming and running, but they were a little less solid than the yellow lady). I felt like I had a really strong connection to her, and I want to try to communicate with her again. Does anyone have tips?

What kind of boyfriend would Jeno be?

- It was love at first sight for both of you
- You were rushing to get to school in the morning, when you ran straight into Jeno, who was stopped at the side of the road tying his shoe
- You both instantly began apologizing, but were struck dumb when you got a good look at each other
- He’s so cute and you’re even cuter
- You both start stumbling over your words, before you realize that you’re already late and literally just runoff
- Poor Jeno is heartbroken for a good two weeks, you’re so pretty and he really wanted to get to know you, but from his point of view it looks like you were running away from him
- He kept moping around the dorms, so his hyungs adviced him to move on as he was most likely never going to see you again, so that’s just what he tried to do
- Jeno was going out to have a smoothy with Jaemin, trying desperately to rid his head of your image, when you run right into him again
- The floor had recently be polished and with your being a bit of a klutz it was bound to happen, and that’s how you wound up throwing yourself into his arms
- He released you after making sure you could stand upright on your own again, and that’s when you both recognized each other
- You both shyly introduced yourselves, and you offered to pay for Jeno’s drink considering you’ve already run the boy over twice
- You end up joining Jeno and Jaemin at the cafe, but honestly Jaemin might as well have not been there because you two were too busy with each other to even notice his presence
- Jeno managed to get your number, and from then on you two were pretty much inseparable, so it’s no surprise when you started dating a few months later
- You’re both quiet around others, but whenever you’re together there is no shortage of conversation or laughter
- You’re pretty much each other’s number one cheerleader, you go cheer him on at practices and concerts and he does his very best to be at all of your competitions or recitals
- Jeno buys you a new stuffed animal like every week, they’ve already taken over your entire bed and half of your bedroom
- This boy loves to cuddle, you two can always be found wrapped up in a million blankets on the coach watching old horror movies and all the Disney classics
- You guys have secret matching bracelets that you haven’t told anyone about because you know all your friends will tease you if they find out
- You two help each other complete homework assignments and study for exams, but you also get distracted pretty easily and end up ignoring your school work to go out for pizza
- You guys are the couple who does everything together, study, watch movies, play video games, eat, go shopping, literally everything
- He’s usually too tired after a long day of practice to read his textbooks, so he’ll lay his head on your lap and have you read them to him
- Whenever you get angry with him you just throw a pillow at his head, and a pillow fight will ensue, after which whatever problems you may have had will be resolved
- The super cheesy couple who checks their horoscope compatibility and takes the relationship quizzes on the back of magazines
- Your relationship pretty much revolves around food, if you two aren’t at a local diner or cafe, you’re most likely snacking away at home
- You guys are literally the definition of high school sweethearts, everyone just knows you two will end up married in a decades time

11th Advent Joker Imagine

*This is a sequel for the 8th Advent which you can find here /Click Me/ *

Originally posted by x-mars

Originally posted by socialpsychopathblr

Your P.O.V.

Everyday I could hear him. I lied in the bed, knowing very well that I was dreaming deeply. Joker was getting really deep with his words and I wasn’t sure why. Yet I couldn’t wake up. I just wandered around my dark dreamland while my boyfriend’s voice echoed through the emptiness. How did I come here? Why couldn’t I open my eyes? Why was Joker so emotional?

‘’Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!’’ I heard him yelling in pure frustration and pain in his voice. I turned around, but only saw the black forest I was in. The trees were tall so I couldn’t see the tree-tops. The forest had a black mist and I only saw a few meters ahead of me. Even tho I kept running and swinging around, I didn’t find my sweet J.

‘’I’m trying to!’’ I screamed at him, but it was like my voice was gone. He didn’t hear me. No matter how loud, how hard I tried to reach him, it was useless. I was gone in a way. But in my head things didn’t add up. I had been stuck in this nightmare like place without him for days. It felt like an eternity. Why? What had I done to get stuck here? What even happened to me? Am I dead?

Time passed slowly and I sat on the misty ground, leaning against one of the trees. Nothing felt real. It’s like I leaned on air, but somehow it kept me sitting. It had been a while since I heard Joker. Did he give up on me? Did he think that I was ignoring him? Why would I do that?

My heart was aching. Tears stung my eyes and I sighed, hugging my knees in need of comfort but I didn’t find any. Was this some sort of a punishment?Would it ever end? ‘’I miss you J’’ I whimpered and felt a shiver running down my nose. Tears swelled my eyes and suddenly I was crying. I covered my face with my hands so everything was dark. My body was trembling and the pain in my heart started getting more real.

My entire body felt awful, like I had been smashed on the ground by a wrecking ball or run over with a truck. I gritted my teeth together as the pain just grew and grew. I kept my eyes shut ,hoping that I’d fall asleep so I wouldn’t have to feel this pain. What hurt the most was probably the right side of my body. My bones felt crushed and my lungs just stung. I had a massive headache and it was killing me!

I tried to hold my breath for a few seconds, but I was unable to do that. Something on my face made air go through my system without me doing anything about it. That’s when I decided to open my eyes. I expected to see the damn forest, but instead I saw the guest room in our penthouse. It was night based on the dark sky I saw from the window straight ahead of me. 

A beeping made me focus on my surroundings more. I looked at my left and saw some monitors. One of them looked like a heart monitor. I looked at my hand and saw that I was connected to something. The thing on my face was a breathing mask and it made me anxious. I tried to move my hand so I could rip it off, but someone’s hand was on top of mine. Weakly I looked at my other side where I saw someone sleeping against the bed, sitting on a chair and hiding their face in their arm.

I saw messy green hair and a blue Gucci shirt. It was Joker. I tried to speak, but the pain was unbearable and I whimpered. It was enough to make him raise his head and a sleepy Joker looked at me. Our eyes met and I tried to make him understand that I was kinda scared. Suddenly his eyes opened widely and he looked like he had seen fucking Jesus walking on water.His red lips parted and I felt how his muscles went tense.

‘’Oh my..Y/N! You’re..You’re awake!’’ Joker mumbled and that’s when I knew that something real bad had happened. The heart monitor, the breathing mask, him being so worried, that weird forest..everything started to make sense. I had probably been in an accident and it was a deeper sleep than I thought. I just stared at my boyfriend, being completely unable to speak. I was too shocked to, too unsure.

‘’I’m going to get the doc..okay? Keep your eyes open baby girl’’ Joker cooed, yet I heard how nervous he was. He leaned closer to me, cupped my face gently and pressed a kiss on my head. It was way more comforting than hugging my knees. I put my hand on the mask before he could leave. It was bothering me. Joker looked at it for a few seconds. ‘’She’s awake!’’ He then yelled loudly, probably deciding not to leave my side.

Then he pulled the mask off, allowing me to use my own lungs again. I took a deep breath and then coughed harshly. My throat was so dry it felt like a desert. What the fuck had happened? Now that I looked at J more closely, he looked like a mess. He never looked tired or stressed. This was just bad.

‘’It’s okay..You’re safe now..’’ He whispered while putting the pillow better behind me. I cleared my throat and then sighed. The pain was worse than anything I could remember in my life, but there was something that made me relax. Meds?

The door opened and I saw our trusted friend Dr. Quinzel. As she saw me, she smiled lightly and hurried over. ‘’Finally awake sleepy head’’ She broke the silence while grabbing something from a suitcase. J held my hand again and ran his other hand through his hair. ‘’Will she be okay? She’s not talking’’ J asked Harleen as I lied there. I didn’t feel like I was acting strange, but on the other hand I had no memory whatsoever of what could have happened.

‘’She’ll be just as good as before Mr.J. She is just suffering from traumatic memory loss, but it will come back soon’’ Harleen told J while coming closer to me. I looked at the blonde curiously while ignoring the pain. I didn’t want to seem weak. ‘’Hi Y/N, do you remember me?’’ Harleen looked at me seriously and suddenly I felt a needle going in my muscle. She was giving me something. My heart started beating faster and I was scared. Before I could panic, J held my hand a little tighter, making me look at him.

‘’It’s okay, it’s good for you’’ He cooed softly, his voice still raspy. Then I nodded and looked at the doc again. ‘’Good. Can you see how many fingers I’m holding up?’’ She kept asking me stuff. Then she showed me her hand and I saw three fingers. I opened my mouth to speak, but I coughed again. My chest hurt from the coughs, but I couldn’t hold them back.

‘’I’ll get you some water’’ J offered and walked away. ‘’T-Three’’ I stuttered while catching my breath. ‘’That’s good..You’re going to be fine. You just need to recover’’ Harleen smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. ‘’Mr.J has been going crazy without you Y/N, he really cares about you’’ She whispered and sounded honest. My cheeks burned a little bit because I was kinda shy sometimes. ‘’I care a-about him too’’ I answered just as J came back with a glass of water. He had heard what I said. A big smile spread on his face and it made me happy.

Whatever had happened had wrecked him, but seeing him smiling was just lighting up my world.

Uninvited *Part 2*

Jensen Ackles X Reader 

Word Count: 557

Requested: @dylanlover24

Request: Could u do a part 2, please

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

After a rather long game of hiding and seek which lasted the whole of the con, with you running around and signing things while the fans kept and watch and in some cases helped distract Jensen so you could get away. So you ended up leaving and going back to the hotel you were sitting around for a while before you heard the hotel door open and the footsteps of your boyfriend walking into the room. “Where have you been?” Jensen asked as he sat on the edge of the bed taking off his shoes.
“At the con.” You answered.
“Really? Where?” He asked.
“Everywhere.” You answered smiling.
“Well, you never told me that you could do impressions.” Jensen suddenly changed the subject.
“Well, it wasn’t really an impression more of an accent.” You shrugged. “Although no one seems to be able to do a perfect British accent.”
“You trying to make me feel better?” he asked laying back on the bed and pulling you into his side.
“No, my mum always used to say it, she used to say ‘it is unlikely to find someone who can do a good British accent if they’re not from Britain’” You explained doing a bad impression of your mum. Jensen chuckled before it was quiet for a second.
“What are we doing tomorrow?” Jensen asked.
“Um,your” You hummed as you grabbed your phone going to the calendar. “You’re doing a panel with Misha and I have an interview somewhere else.” You mumbled to lazy and tired to read further.
“So you’re leaving early tomorrow?” he asked hand running lazily up and down your arm.
“No my interview isn’t until the afternoon, I’ll probably leave around the same time as you.” You answered. “Right, I’m taking a shower, you're alright with taking one in the morning.”
“Yeah, sure.” Jensen answered his eyes still closed as you pushed yourself up and went into the bathroom.

The next morning you both left to your respective places and you were sitting in front of the interviewer “So where did you meet Jensen then? There are rumors that you met before this.” The interviewer informed.
“Not to my knowledge.” You smiled. “We met on my first day on set it was weird because I had only been doing the parts of extra thus far and now I was in the forefront of the show.”
“That must have been strange, how has life changed then?” she asked leaning forward in her seat.
“Well people have started to recognise me and the cons that I’m required to go to are always fun, but I wouldn’t say that anything has changed for the bad, I mean I love the atmosphere associated with the show and the way that it seems to change people’s lives is amazing.”
“Alright so here’s the question I’ve been wanted ask.” The interviewer started and you looked over at her.
“What’s Jensen doing here? Isn’t he supposed to be at the con?” she asked looking behind you. Jensen was standing behind your seat and actually leaning on it, you frowned.
“How long have you been there?” You asked and then turned to the audience “You! Why didn’t you tell me?” They just laughed and you grumbled.
“Not funny.” You glared.
“Aww don’t be like that sweetheart.” he smiled before kissing your cheek.

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Dog Sitter (Frank CastlexReader) Pt. 2

Most of the time your new job kept you running around like a chicken with its head chopped off. Even at home you didn’t get much of a break. Your desk was covered in paper work in stacks that had no sense of order. There was food in the fridge, but you hadn’t cooked a meal since the first week you moved in. Your diet consisted of cheap Chinese food and refillable water bottles.

Finally you had a weekend off and on Saturday night you dig out all of the ingredients you need for your mom’s brownie recipe. It was always the most popular treat at any of your school bake sales. Mixing the ingredients and the mix together caused a deep homesickness to settle at the bottom of your chest, but you try to push the melancholy away and focus on the future taste of chocolate paradise.

You don’t remember that you live alone until after you’ve eaten a third of the pan of fresh brownies. With a full stomach, you contemplate what to do with the remaining brownies. You could store them in the fridge and eat them later, but your body would really hate you. But you didn’t want to throw them away either. Without a decision you begin to cut up the remaining brownies into reasonable squares. Maybe if they were already cut you wouldn’t be tempted to eat until you felt sick.

You were transferring the sweets onto a new plate when Fido next door started to bark again. The noise reminded you that your neighbor had helped you get into your apartment earlier in the week. Maybe you could give him some of the left over brownies as a thank you. You slide half of the brownies onto a second plate and cover them in some saran that you had in one of your drawers. You also grab a sticky note and write a quick note explaining what the treats are. You would give them to him personally, but he was just a little scary. You put the plate beside his door and then retreat back into your apartment. As soon as the door closes behind you, your stomach fills with butterflies. Not the kind that you get when you see your crush, but the kind that comes with the feeling of crushing anxiety. You suddenly wondered if he even ate sweets. He was a pretty built guy and maybe he was super into eating healthy.

You caught yourself pacing from the door to the window. Every other pass you run into the random mini wall that jutted into the hallway leading to the door. The layout of the apartment made it clear that this was not originally an apartment building. After stubbing your toe for the fifth time, you decide to call it a night. It’s a few hours before you normally go to bed, but if you were going to spend all of your time burning calories by walking in circles it would be smarter to get some extra sleep.

Sunday afternoon when you leave your apartment to go grocery shopping, there is a small piece of paper taped to your door. All it says is “Thanks” with a smiley face at the end. You know exactly who the note is from, but the little drawn smile catches you by surprise. IT’s cute. You tuck the note into your bag and leave for the store.

When you return a huge racket is coming from your neighbor’s apartment. Fido was howling, but he didn’t seem distressed. It sounded like he was having a good time. You were half way down the hall to your door when your neighbor’s door was thrust open by a pit bull’s head. The dog comes barreling towards you with its tongue flopping out. You drop your bags before the dog reaches you, but you can’t brace yourself in time. The dog jumps onto you and you fall to the ground. Your arms protect your face until you realize the fierce attack is simply a slobber bath.

“Fido get back here you piece of shit!” The words are harsh, but there’s an underlying tone of affection. The dog isn’t a very good listener though and he continues to stand over you excitedly. You laugh and return the dog’s affection with a pat on the side. Your neighbor grabs the dog’s leather collar and pulls him off of you. He guides the dog back into the apartment and closes the door. He turns around and offers you a hand. You gladly take it and he easily pulls you back to your feet. Before you can think to bend down and pick up the bags he’s already done it.

“Sorry about that ma’am. He doesn’t get to go out much.” You take the bags from him with a smile.

“It’s ok. He’s a sweet heart. He’s a pitbull right?”

“Yeah. Picked up from a dog fighting ring bust.”

The door to your room is open now. “That’s so cool. Well I don’t want to keep you from whatever you were doing.” You almost close the door, but suddenly remember something that you had wanted to ask for a while. “Wait before we don’t see each other for another month, what’s your name?”

“Frank.” He doesn’t give any kind of last name so you don’t ask.

“(Y/N). Have a good night Frank.”


The door closes and you drop the bags of groceries on your counter. Frank. The name fit him. For all of his scars and muscles he was very polite. You hoped that you’d be able to interact with Frank more. For whatever reason you wanted to learn more about him. The man with a loveable ex-pitbull fighter, both littered with scars and much more thoughtful then they appeared.

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[ @deadworlddenizens ]    [Continued from here]

When the strange mammal proceeded to shout at him..  asking him why he kept on running away from him,   he turned around.  “Why did you follow me!”   he retorted.  “I gave you back your damn gem!” he then added.

The young dark furred wolf  stood  facing the strange mammal,   the detail  of their purple hoodie and their blue trousers being picked out by the light.  The clothes he wore seemed to be well worn,   with patches over the knees of his trousers..  along with holes in both his trouser legs and his hoodie. “And I have many reasons to want to run away from another mammal!”

“As…  do most packless”  he then quietly added.