who is to rule

On a recent episode of mb/mb/am, the mc/elroy brothers discussed a question in which the question asker went to a donut shop to get donuts for herself, as well as her boyfriend and her roommate who she jokingly refers to as “her boys”. She told the cashier that she was getting the donuts for “her boys” and the cashier thought she was talking about her children (that she doesn’t have). The question asker panicked and started lying and claiming that “her boys” were two children aged 5 and 7, and the lies just kept escalating from there until the cashier gave her a free bag of donut holes “for her little boys”

Anyway imagine all of that but it was Brock instead


is there a Magical Girl Undertale AU?

if there was… i feel like it would be alot like Madoka…

Flowey would be the magical sidekick that grants the team their powers and new weapons.

There are Magical Boys too, cause of course we have to see, Sans, Papyrus and Asgore in sailor fuku

Tori is the Old wise Queen who you are trying to protect/save/resurrect

Undyne is in Red because, reasons.

Alphys is the Nerdy one, cause, also a reasons.

MTT starts as a rival, but becomes best friends.

Chara is the evil whatever who is trying to rule the underground and stop the 7 muffins from reuniting or some what ever.


hehe Being Frisk is Suffering



Warnings - torture, swearing, angst, father!tony, fighting.

The blonde was walking beneath the Eiffel Tower, her hair down to her shoulders in simple waves, her eyes twinkling in the moonlight as the tower above her shined beautifully, the warm breeze dancing over her skin.

Paris was a place where dreams came true, where true love blossomed, that wasn’t true in her parent’s case but she tried her hardest to forget about that. Who would have ever guessed that Tony Stark had a daughter? And a stunning one at that. Victoria Elizabeth Stark was one of the few people Tony Stark could happily say he was proud of, but she was the only girl who ruled his life, since the day she was delivered to his doorstep as a baby he was wrapped around her little finger.

Paris was a place where people should be smiling, having the time of their lives, but as Victoria walked down the street, only a concerned frown remained on her perfectly sculptured features as she held her phone tight against her ear, “Do you need me to come back, dad? I really don’t mind,” nobody knew Victoria even existed, only Tony and Rhodey had the honour of knowing the stunning blonde. It had been that way after Stane, Tony had sent her away to guarantee her safety, but the truth was she had gotten a job as a fashion designer and was leaving anyway, so it was easier to make it look like she never existed.

Tony gripped the bridge of his nose between his fingers, the stress obviously getting to him, “No, don’t worry about me, I just wanted to hear a friendly voice,” he told her softly, the hum of cars filling the background so there was never silence between them.

He wished he could tell someone about Victoria, anyone beside Rhodey because he already knew all about her and her story. All he wanted was to gush about her, tell someone about how bright she was, how amazing she was at drawing and her endless talents.

A sigh sounded from the other end of the line, “Do you want my advice, Dad?” her sweet voice asked, the man hummed in response, “I can tell how much this is hurting you, Steve is or was your friend and you feel betrayed by what happened and rightfully so, but the team and the world need you, if you want my advice then listen to this,” she paused, stopping in the middle of the pavement on the way back to her apartment, “Help Bucky get better, it’s clear that he needs it and you know what happened to grandma and grandpa wasn’t his fault, do that and you’ll have your team back, okay? Call him, do it for yourself, you know I’m right,” Victoria spoke, her voice calm and tender as she spoke to him, there were moments where she wished she was in New York with her father, and she hoped that maybe one day her work would take her there and they’d be able to reunite and he would introduce her to the team he spoke so highly about.

It was all a dream though, she knew that exposing her existence would put a target on her back and Tony wanted her live as normal a life as possible.

“You want me to do this, don’t you? Help them I mean,” whenever he had a problem his first place to turn was Victoria, not only because she was his daughter, but also because she was the wisest person he knew, she always knew right from wrong even as a child, and possessed the kindest soul he had ever witnessed.

Victoria pushed through the glass doors of her building, waving at Lewis behind the desk with a warm smile as she entered the elevator, “I want you to do this for you, Dad, Reach out, you won’t regret it, I promise you,” the lights of her apartment flicked on once they sensed her presence. Victoria shut the door behind her and kicked her shoes off by the front door, the patter of her feet echoing across the lavish suite as she glided across it, fetching a bottle of water from the fridge before sitting down, “What would you do if something happened to me and you needed help but weren’t speaking to Steve? I can tell that you miss him, but please think of the bigger picture here, okay?”

She knew that t playing with his emotions was risky, but she also knew that he would never risk her health over a fight, she could picture his lips turning into a thin line and his eyes closing as he thought, “Alright, I’ll call him now, get to bed okay? I don’t want you to be tired. I love you.”

Victoria smiled fondly as she twisted the cap of her bottle open, her phone balanced on her shoulder, “I love you too, Dad. I’ll call you in a couple days,” she enthused before hanging up, enjoying the serene silence her apartment gifted her.

The view was amazing, there was a whole wall of glass, allowing Victoria to look out at the beautiful city she was able to call home. When she moved to Paris the company she worked for had given her the apartment, situated just across from the Eiffel Tower in the penthouse suite. The moment she had stepped off the private jet she had fallen in love with the capitol, the mere thought of it had always brought butterflies to her stomach, but living there in reality was much better.

It was ironic. It was ironic how in that moment she felt content and happy with where she was, how she felt safe within the walls with a beautiful monument keeping an eye on her. It was ironic how even though she felt safe, she was actually far from it, and she wouldn’t realise the danger she was in until she turned around.

There wasn’t much that could make Tony Stark nervous or agitated, he had called Steve and he had brought Bucky to the tower, they had all apologised for the events of Civil War, and they were working on removing the trigger words from Bucky’s memory. Everything started out great, but Steve was slowly noticing a change in Tony’s behaviour, how he seemed more upset with each passing day, noting how he started longingly at his phone and snapped at the smallest of things; most of all how he had large bags under his eyes and sat planted by his computer for most of the day and night. Steve wasn’t the only one to notice the changed, Natasha and Wanda had also noticed it, and Rhodey had attempted to ask what the problem was only to be silenced quickly. It was effecting the entire team, Tony’s behaviour made Bucky feel on edge, and it made Natasha feel strangely nervous.

The truth was that he was worried, Victoria hadn’t called when she said she would which was very unlike her, she never broke her word. That’s what led Tony to believe that something had happened to her, and when he called her work and they said she hadn’t turned up for the past two weeks, he was certain of it. It was an early morning, he hadn’t slept, still attempting to locate his daughter; he was deep in thought as he walked through the Avengers lounge in the tower only to be called back by Steve, turning around to see the whole team sat on the sofas looking at him warily, “Tony, what’s going on? There’s something up, we all know it, let us help you,” Tony thought back to the last conversation he had with his daughter and realised that she was right, if anything were to happen to her he would want Steve and the rest of the team by his side, and he was fairly sure that something had happened to her.

Tony swallowed hard and blinked back the tears threatening to leak from his dark eyes as he threw down a device onto the coffee table with a thud, inhaling sharply as the device threw multiple rotating picture up into the air. The team looked at the woman, noticing some familiar features as the pictures rotated, Bucky looked at her and found a captivating beauty, “Who is she?” Natasha asked with her elbows on her knees, her brows dipped in confusion as she looked between Tony and the pictures of the blonde woman.

The entire team looked to him with wonderment, although they all shared the same look of confusion and worry as they gazed at the breaking man in front of them, “That is Victoria Stark,” Tony managed to choke out as he looked to the floor, wiping his eyes quickly before looking up again, “That’s my daughter,” Wanda gasped, all of them wore shock as they all shared the common thought of how, how could Tony have a daughter they didn’t know about? “After Stane I asked Fury to make her into a ghost, I didn’t want a target on her back, she moved to Paris to work, it seemed like the safest option,” his heart broke when he saw the countless pictures of her floating in the air in front of him, “The last time I heard from her was two weeks ago, she hasn’t gone to work and she hasn’t answered any of my calls. I think someone’s taken her-”

“Who would take her? If Fury really did make her into a ghost, then who could find out?”

Bucky froze, there was still tension between Tony and himself and the last thing he wanted to do was piss him off, “HYDRA,” he spoke up, earning a glare from Tony, swallowing hard before continuing, “They have the means to find anyone they want, if they have managed to override the system somehow to find her, then it’s likely that they’ve got her.”

“Why my daughter?” Tony asked firmly, his fists clenched as he refused to look at the super solider.

Bucky shook his head and looked down at the ground, “Victoria is your daughter, the rest of the winter soliders were executed, do I need to say anything else?”

anonymous asked:

I was wondering about your amazing college au, where do Shingen and Kenshin fit into this au? Also I'm looking forward to your next chapters of Ieyasu and Saizo's modern stories! 🖤

“Amazing college au” Anon you do me such a service. Thank you so much, right off the back, for reading what I write and enjoying it.

Seriously, it makes me over-the-moon happy. 

Also, yes I am working on the new chapter of Saizo’s story and writing a one-shot for college!au Nobunaga right now (To celebrate the birthday month of the lord who has Divine rule over my heart) once those are done I’ll do Ieyasu’s next chapter. 

But now for what you actually asked for:


Kenshin is an art professor (we all saw that coming). A famous artist, he once was a gifted (if not slightly-flighty) teacher, and graduate, from a prestigious military.  He gave it up to pursue his artistic dreams, and has been very successful. He especially likes teaching the non-majors and the lower level classes because it gives him the ability to introduce them to the beauties of the world they might not have noticed before.

His MC is a professor at the university, newly hired and fresh out of grad school. She teaches the lower level biology classes and her specialty is plant biology. They meet one day, by chance, in the park next to campus, where he saw her poised under a cherry blossom tree in full bloom looking like a goddess in the flesh He asks to paint her and their loved pretty much blooms (hahahaha)from there. 


Takeda Shingen is currently in race for the regional senate seat that he already occupies, and also happens to be the former boss of Nobunaga (when Nobu had to intern for him in a political capacity in undergrad). A military veteran, once his tours were done he became a pretty high-profile lawyer for the area. He is no joke. He is also a benefactor for Kenshin’s art and the person footing the bill for the scholarship that is giving Yukimura a full ride.

Shingen’s MC is an aide on his campaign, in charge of his PR actually. Much to her chagrin when they start developing feelings for one another. Needless to say their relationship takes quite a long time to develop because she is hesitant “for the sake of his political career”.  An excuse that he is not impressed with. ;) 

I hope you enjoyed these~ I love the college au, I adore it, it is one of my favorite things I’ve ever had the joy to create. Thank you so much for enjoying it with me.

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Friends? Lifelong. (Jensen/ Dean AU) Part Ten

Miss the last Part? Read Part Nine here!

Part Ten

My eyes fluttered open and in front of me was Dean’s sleeping profile. I ran my hand across his bare chest and smiled at the thought of last night. He wasn’t my first, and I sure as hell wasn’t his, but it was OUR first. I bit my lip trying not to let last night rule my thoughts. Who knows what that was? Dean rolled over and faced me, still asleep, and wrapped me closer in his arms. I smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He didn’t budge. I put my face into the crook of his neck and his hand moved up my back as he pulled away slowly.

“Oh, sorry.” He said.

“About?” I asked. He looked at my shoulder then looked down at himself.

“Right. About last night…” he began and I watched him carefully. “We’re best friends. I don’t want to jeopardize that…”

“I know. I agree.” I nodded. He nodded and laid on his back. I did the same and we both looked at the ceiling in silence.

“We should probably shower-,”

“Yep.” I stated and grabbed a t-shirt and shorts. He took his time and got up, grabbing a change of clothes.

Once we showered, dressed and left the dorm all I could think about was my best friend hovered over me. I walked into my First Year class and held my book in front of me. We had to read essays on self esteem and how to be a better person… things along that lines of that. I flipped through it, giving myself something to do when a girl came in and sat next to me.

“Hi.” She said. I turned to look at her. She had shoulder length strawberry blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

“Hi. I’m Allison.”

“Lauren.” She said.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Did you read that?” she asked.

“Um, I did actually… Did you?” I smirked as I shut the book and sat it in front of me.

“I did, most of it at least. It wasn’t as bad as I had expected.”


Throughout the class Lauren and I would exchange glances. Either making fun of someone’s answer to a question or at the way we would look at each other. It was something I missed… having a female friend. Not that Dean wasn’t enough, he was more than enough, but it’s just not the same.

“There’s a party tonight at the apartment on fifth street, are you going?” she asked as we walked out of the building.

“Eh, I don’t typically do parties.”

“Neither do I, just wanted to see if I knew someone going.” She shrugged.

“Not I.”


We turned to see Dean running toward me.

“Hey.” He said to Lauren.



“Lauren.” She said. He offered his hand to her and she shook it.

“What’s up?” I asked Dean.

“Just wanted to know if you’re working tonight?”


“Alright. I’ll see you later then?”

“Sure.” I replied. He walked off toward Dwight Hall where he had a science class.

“That your boyfriend?” Lauren asked walking with me.

“Dean? No! We’ve been friends since we could move out of a womb.”

“Oh, cool.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked.

“Yeah. His name is Trevor. He’s from Gilmore.” She responded. We lived in Gettysburg, Indiana and Gilmore was about a two hour drive.

“Oh wow, how do you handle that?”

“The distance?”

“Yeah! I wouldn’t be able to do that.”

“It’s difficult, but you find ways to cope. He’s coming up tomorrow and is staying with my family at home. I only live about twenty minutes away.”

“Me too.” I responded as we arrived outside the dorm. “Do you live here?”

“Yeah. First floor, you?”


“Ah, sucks. I’ll see you around then?”

“Sure thing.”

I ran upstairs and opened my door, plopping on the bed. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Taking a nap is weird. It’s like one second you’re full of energy, then you pass out and wake up exhausted. I sat up and rubbed my eyes before peeking at the clock to see it was eight and Dean wasn’t home. I frowned and grabbed my phone but saw nothing. I decided to do some laundry, which meant my boredom level hit rock bottom. I grabbed my clothes basket from the end of the bed and picked up some of Dean’s clothes he left scattered across the floor, then balled up my bed sheets. I carried the basket downstairs and walked to the back where there were about four washers and four driers. I loaded two machines and sat on the cushioned window seat. I scrolled through Facebook and Twitter when I saw in my suggested panel, Lauren and Brandon. I decided to follow both of them, then I became curious. I clicked Brandon’s page and saw a tweet.

I sighed and then began looking through pictures on his page. He had one with Lauren posted from two minutes ago and I looked in the background to see Dean, beer in hand next to a bonfire. I zoomed in a little more just to be certain, and yes, it was him. 100%. I shook my head and put down my phone as the washer went off. I moved the clothes to the dryer and sat back down. Why would he go to a party and not tell me? Actually, why would he go to a party and not ask me to go with him? The more I thought about it the more angry I became. I felt my phone vibrate and I looked down to see my mom calling. I hit accept and held the phone to my ear,

“Hey mom.” I said.

“Hi, how are you?” she asked.

“Good. Tired. You?”

“Same. Exhausted actually. Had a twelve hour shift at the factory.” She said.

“Oh my god, why?” I asked.

“Machines and presses kept going down. Something wasn’t set up right. What’re you up to?”

“Waiting for the dryer to go off. Then off to my room to fold some clothes and hit the sack.”

“Yeah. I just wanted to call and check in. I expected you to come home already.”

“Ha, yeah it’s been a busy few days. With work and class. I had to do a speech already.”

“Was it bad?”

“Not really, it was a partner speech.”

“Oh, who was your partner?”

“Some guy named Brandon.” I shrugged.

“Was he cute?”

“He’s alright.” I laughed, but remembered what he did to me and I frowned.

“Everything is going great then?”

“Yeah. It’s perfect.” I lied.

“Okay. Well, I will see you soon?”

“Yes, mom.”

“Okay. Goodnight. I love you.”

“I love you too. Goodnight.” I said and hung up.

The drier went off and I collected my things as I walked back down the hallway toward the stairs. I noticed the main door open and Lauren walked in, Dean holding the door for her.

“What room?” he asked.

“It’s right down here,” she said and they both turned to see me.

“Hey Allison!” Lauren smiled and slid past me. Dean winked at me and followed Lauren down the hall. 

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You have got to be kidding! I watched as he towered over her. She unlocked the door and his hands instantly glued to her waist. He pushed her into her room and kicked the door shut. I frowned and walked upstairs to my room. I threw the clothes basket on his bed and began folding everything.

I didn’t notice I was crying until I sniffled and wiped my nose with my shirt sleeve. This wasn’t unusual; Dean hooking up with someone. But for some reason it hurt more than I thought it would. She had a boyfriend for gods sake. Was that what she meant by “coping”?  I shook the thought from my mind as I grabbed my sheets and made my bed. I put my iPod on my alarm clock stereo and Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur played. I hummed along and put Dean’s clothes in the closet. I got to the bottom of the basket and suddenly wished I had more to keep me occupied. I glanced at my math book and frowned. Time to get to work.

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anonymous asked:

I was in Chara Haven a long time ago right at the start but only for a little while because I didn't really have an idea for a unique Chara but now I finally do

To be in chara haven, having a unique chara isn’t required. My only requirements were to have a chara who’s willing to follow the rule and help in living up to the haven’s name!

kay--savage  asked:

Aw maaaaan! (You did it again!) Whats Villainous about? ;3; ;;;

It’s a mini series about Black Hat inc. that provides sinister devices to villainous customers who either want to rule the world, or destroy it.
Of course, these advertisements normally don’t go smoothly.

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•All the characters involved
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the things i have to read w my own two Eyes

 ‘abusing a child is ok as long as you’re an immature 15yo boy’

‘pls dont judge the child abuser he committed a sin, and only god can judge him its not like the legal system can do anything cause we’re all ruled by the catholic church, also who hasnt sinned huh??’

‘calling lgbt ppl lost confused and corrupted/saying that because of gay marriage the world is falling further away from god is Not an act of Judgment’