wow look at that armor

MEOW!!

…heh, This kinda took a while because I nap a lot XD But this is my first pic i did with a background and a glare. :3 I really like Undyne’s armor, the spikes are so cool! X3

Also I got a little confused with the armor over the legs *-* derp

🔥: HOOOOLY WOW! UNDYNE LOOKS INCREDIBLE! 

Great job on the armor! I think it looks wonderful either way! Loving the custom lens flare too! 

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This is not canon. Not canon. Not even a what-if. Not even an AU. This 100% did NOT happen. Okay? Okay. 

So I drew this awhile back even before the Kanan: Last Padawan comic release. Mostly came about after repeatedly drawing Kanan with his weird shoulder armor thingy and thinking ‘… wow this kinda looks like clone trooper armor but naaaaaah it couldn't be…’. I just wanted to draw some Clone Trooper + Caleb Dume interaction and what would you know we got that in the comics. OH DID WE GET IT. /cries forever thinking about Clones and bby Caleb.

I put the second image because Tumblr doesn't like narrow images.

me: *looks at solas radiating power and strength as fen’harel*
me: sign me the FUCK up 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯  i say so 💯  thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

SO i was looking around at all the fanart of DT!Chara and they all have real cool designs. So that got me thinking: What if Chara was able to control their DT? And, if so, would that power be an asset to… say.. i dont know… The royal guard? SO here is my creation: Grownup!DT!Guard!Chara. Took me forever to get the armor right.

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Oh wow! This is super cool! The armor looks amazing! The wings look like a cape which is so awesome! :3 Thank you for the fanart! <3

*Tem!Frisk walks into your room. Gently places love on your head and leaves.

@calculatingvictor
Jexica heard the fighting coming closer to her and quickly shut her laptop, slinging it across her shoulder and grabbing her rifle. Her boots crunched on the rubble and alerted two peacekeepers that feel behind, to which she quickly fired off two head shots. “Crappy armor, can’t protect from anything.” She muttered, continuing her escape, running into someone she recognized. “Deejay? Wow surprised see you around here.” She looked at him all armored up and then to her light armor which was just a chest piece, though it could stop a clip of assault rifle ammo, she knew because she had tried it before using it.

How About We Find That Room?

Summary: “Gabriel knows about your crush on cas and how he likes you but he isn’t good with words so he sends you to a fairytale land where your supposed to be a priness in the tower, but gets mixed up so you’re a knight who has to save cas”

Word Count: 1750

Warnings: Mild Language, Kissing

Pairing: Cas x Reader

A/N: Anon, please let me know what you think about this! That goes for any anon I’ve ever written for before! Please let me know what you thought, and whether I met your requirements. Be brutally honest with me, seriously. Tell me what I can improve because that’s how you get better. As always, requests open, I love you, thank you for reading, and goodnight!

xoxo     

 

 

You roll over and open your eyes. 10:27 the clock reads. You couldn’t believe it! This was the first night in weeks that you’ve actually gotten a good night’s rest. The first thing that shot into your head after you realized you weren’t woken up by Gabriel was “what has he done this time?” Gabriel was like a big, annoying, brother. He was always waking you up or transporting you to alternate universes or swapping you and Sam’s bodies or replacing your bathroom with an inground swimming pool. Yes, he really did that one, and you were not amused when your phone was ruined. The point is that he was constantly doing something.

                You check the floor before stepping down and walking very cautiously to your bedroom door. Closing your eyes and crossing your fingers, you slung the door open. Once you didn’t hear, feel, or smell anything, you slowly opened your eyes, and to your amazement, there was nothing out of the ordinary. That’s when you really got scared. You took slow, light steps all the way to the kitchen.

                You heard Gabriel’s voice, so you stopped just outside of the kitchen and listened in.

                “Guys, she’s got a diary. I didn’t think she was the type of girl to have a diary, and the whole thing was her blabbing on and on about how she just lov-“

                “Goodmorning!” you almost yell to make sure Gabriel didn’t say anything else.

                “Goodmorning!” Sam yells back at you with a smirk. Dean has his head in his hand, his body trembling with laughter. Your face burned of embarrassment, and you decided to look over it. Gabriel wouldn’t say anything about it while you were in here, you were sure of it. Actually, you were only kinda maybe sure about it. Not enough to make your heart slow down or your brain calm.

                “Gabriel, my room, now,” you demanded before you even thought about what you were saying. He doesn’t say anything. He just turns on his heel and walks out of the kitchen.

                “Gabriel, what in the world do you think you’re doing, reading my diary? That’s crossing the line! There are boundaries. Gabriel, I’ve been extremely tolerant of your stupid pranks, but this is out of line. I can’t believe you would even think about doing something like this. Who do-“ and in the blink of an eye you were in one of his stupid fantasy worlds.

                “Gabriel! Seriously! Take me back home NOW!” you scream at nothing. You throw your hands in the air in frustration, but that frustration quickly turns to confusion when you hear a clinking. You look up. The clinking is you. You’re in armor. Wow. Thanks Gabe, buddy.

                You spin around to take in your surroundings. Off in the distance, there’s a castle. The epiphany finally hits you. You were in a fairytale. But why? And why the hell were you a knight?

                You’ve been in these worlds before and there’s only one way out. Complete your “mission” as Gabe calls them. Basically, for whatever reason he sent you, he won’t remove you until you fulfill the reason. Great. So you were stuck with god knows what to complete before you could go back home.

                After a tiresome march, you arrive at the moat. You wait on the drawbridge, but it never lowers. I know Gabe does not want me to swim in this clunky armor. There is no way. Please don’t let me have to swim. Oh, how you were wrong! That is exactly what Gabe wanted the knight to do.

                You gradually lowered yourself down to the icy water and swam to the other side and climbed out. Shaking, you realized you couldn’t feel your hands or nose. Why did Gabriel want you to go through freezing water? You kept questioning his motives throughout the whole day.

                There was a large, bejeweled door in front of you, so you decided to go see if it was locked. It wasn’t, so you pulled the large, gold handle and the door swung open. The halls were lined with dusty old portraits. Directly in front of the door at the end of the hallway, there was a grand staircase that had stairs going up at least twenty floors.

                You took a seat and wiped your brow. Phew. Finally to the top. A sigh of relief escaped your mouth. At the top of the stairs there was a long hallway. At the end of the hallway, there was a locked steel door. You tried to open it to no avail.

                Bang! Bang! Bang! Someone was on the other side! Who, though? Then you realized it had to be a princess. This is a fairytale, you’re a knight, you just climbed up a tower, this must be the princess. But why would Gabe want you to find a princess? Guess you’d just have to find out, you told yourself.

                Your first step was to figure out how to unlock the door. You closely examined the lock. It was in the shape of a heart. You’d seen this method before. Gabriel would make a lock to match your necklace. Your hand instinctively flew up to your neck to unclasp the chain.

                You press the heart charm into the heart lock and something clicks. With all your body weight against the door, you attempted to open it. It didn’t budge, so you took a running start down the hallway, and you slammed right through the door onto the floor.

                You rolled over and brought yourself to your feet. While you were scanning the room, you heard a faint clank somewhere from behind you. You went over to investigate.

                You could hear someone’s breathing, so you knew you weren’t alone. Then the last person, behind Dean of course, popped up from behind a counter with a frying pan.

                “Leave me alone or I’ll- Y/N? What are you doing here?” he stopped midsentence and lowered the cast iron skillet when he recognized it was you.

                “Cas?” you giggled. “Cas, why are you wearing a dress?” you asked him. He stood there in a long, pink dress. It had a corset with a bow on the back, and the bottom poked out at least a foot on either side of his hips. He had smeared makeup, probably because he was trying, and failing, to rub it off. The sight of him like this was hilarious! You just wish you had your phone to take pictures.

                “That’s not the matter here. What are we doing here and how do we leave?”

                You knew what the answer was to that. You knew exactly what you had to do. You knew it was going to be hard as hell, and so so embarrassing, but it had to be done. Gabe read your diary and put you here. Surely, he’s trying to play matchmaker. There was one thing about Gabe though. He wouldn’t put you here if he wasn’t 100% sure Cas reciprocated the feelings.

                “Cas, it’s a long story, but, uh. This is a fantasy world, of course, and we’re here because of Gabriel. He, uh, he found out something about me,” you spared the part about a diary. He didn’t need to know everything. “He found out that I kinda sorta like an angel, and he sent me here to set me up with him,” you couldn’t have made it any clearer, yet Cas still seemed to miss the point.

                “There’s another angel here? How do we get to him? And I didn’t know you liked angels,” Cas almost pouted.

                “Cas, it’s you! You’re the angel!”

                “I’m the what? Y/N? You like me?”

                “Yes, Castiel, I like you.”

                “Well, Y/N, I’m not sure that it’s appropriate for someone of my descent to have intimate relationships with someone of your descents,” Cas didn’t mean any offense when he said that. He simply meant species shouldn’t cross because that’s considered an abomination.

                “I know, Cas, that’s why I never said anything. Don’t feel bad about saying anything, and I don’t want anything to be awkward between us because awkwardness isn’t cool, you know? And I wouldn’t want to have to ruin our friendship because friendship truly is one of the best things that could happen to someone. And I have to say, I think friendship is the number one best thing to ever happen to me. The next best thing to ever happen to me-“

                Cas told you to shut up in the nicest way possible- by his lips meeting yours. His lips brushed against yours in the gentlest way possible. You had to stand on your toes to reach him, and that barely wasn’t enough. Your hands grabbed the back of his hair, and his hand moved down below your waist.

                You looked up at him, smiled, and finished your sentence, “Was that.” You were out of breath, but you still managed to lean in for a second round. Your body was against his, and he moved his tongue across your bottom lip asking for entrance. You obliged and your bodies moved in synch as one. He let out a soft moan, and the kiss deepened.

                You slung your legs around his waist and moaned, too. There was no time, problems, wars, angels, humans, people, or world around either of you. It was his lips on yours and that was it. This moment and this moment only.

                You were interrupted by a quiet “ahem” from somewhere beside you. You quickly dropped your legs and backed up, trying to keep yourself from blushing too noticeably. You failed.

                “Look, I like romance as much as the next guy, but damn, get a room,” Dean teases you.

                “Yeah, and while you’re in that room, take that makeup and dress off of Castiel,” Sam agrees with Dean. Castiel and you exchange looks, realizing that you had just been caught. Something told you Castiel didn’t care so much about being caught kissing you as he did about getting caught in a dress and makeup.

                “Castiel, I must say, pink isn’t your color,” Gabriel stated from the other side of the room. “That dress was meant for Y/N. I must’ve made a mistake somewhere along the way. Oh well,” Gabe says and shakes it off.

                “What do you say about that room?” you look up at Cas and bite your lip.