yay for france

((Just finished re-watching Jacksepticeye’s Undertale playthrough for like the 3rd or 4th time, and now i had to do this scenario to blow off some feels~))

Scenario: *2P’s as Undertale Characters*


Originally posted by foxydodo

Punny, lazy dorks with a Brooklyn/New-Yorker accent. Despite how lazy they are, they know when it’s time to get up and take action; when they do, there are results…before they go right back to sleep again. While they’re both badass, with a strong sense of morality and family, their real soft spot lies in their brothers. If they were to lose them…bad times will be had.


Originally posted by akusuru

Motherly cuties that love their children with all their hearts; they understand both mercy and tough love,finding benefits in both when raising a child, and will do just about anything to ensure their safety. They are overprotective and don’t enjoy putting their children in danger, but believe that the best they can do for them is teach them how to care for themselves (even if it means they can’t spoil them as much). Plus….they both like pies.


Originally posted by oikawasdoki

They come off as merciless, heartless people (or plants) that don’t comprehend love or any warm emotion; but that’s only because they’ve been abandoned in their time of need, and once in their lives being good nearly got them killed. Inside, they’re hurting and don’t want to be alone, but they have a hard time expressing it.


Originally posted by ucantw1npixelates

They are both driven by materialistic things, and things that shouldn’t necessarily be their primary drive for living (money, sex, murder, etc.) but they don’t care about judgement and are comfortable enough in their own skin to accept themselves for who they are, even when others don’t. WHile they are greedy, they do believe in family and relationships and will sacrifice the things they care about most to protect them and make them happy. they are both pretty  impatient, quirky, quick to assume, and….y’know…$$$$$$$~!


Originally posted by faiye

Big oafs that would rather spend their time doing more peaceful activities. They hold themselves up to a certain mature standard, and know when to hold back their strength. they are both reluctant to fight, and are uncomfortable doing it, even if it is what must be done.


Originally posted by rnoonjelly

[Note: NOT CHARA…..Friiiiiisk~]

Both determined and goodhearted people who only hurt others when necessary; they’ve constantly been it with the brunt of hate, challenges, and threats, but through it all they rely on those closest to them and their innate ability to fight uphill battles to overcome those struggles. While they aren’t big on talking, their actions more than make up for their lack of dialogue. They prioritize the needs of others over their own, even when others don’t expect/ask for it.


Originally posted by jaysartblogandstuff

Self-depreciative cuties who love to help, but are constantly victims of their own anxieties and whether or not their help is actually holding their friends back. They both find comfort in activities they can do on their own (like listening to music, or drawing, etc.) and need time throughout the day to get their emotions in order.


Originally posted by rare-steak

Over-the-top performers that love being the center of attention, and will go out of their way to get it. While they may not initially seem like it, they care deeply about those around them and find friends in the unlikeliest of people. Beware though, they can be your greatest ally, or your most dangerous foe~


Originally posted by pbjelly4

Narcissistic dorks who believe themselves to be the hero of their own story. They can be clumsy, inept, or just plain difficult, but are loved and accepted despite this; especially by their older brothers. They find enjoyment in little things (pasta, puzzles, alcohol, etc.) and enjoy these things all the more when shared with others. They are lovers, not fighters, but this doesn’t mean they can’t fight for those they care about when it really counts.


Originally posted by parangsoda

Warriors by heart who know how to take charge, kick ass, and do it with a fighting prowess that isn’t found in just anyone. They can be driven my smarts and tactics, just as much as they can be driven by sheer emotion and perseverance to progress. They believe in cowardice even less than they believe in defeat; they’d rather die fighting and without regrets, than cowardly and begging.


Originally posted by leoleoleolalala

[Note: NOT FRISK…..Charaaaa~]

Some people just want to watch the world burn, y’know…and these two have their hearts set on being the ones who ignite the spark. They are both manipulative people who know how to think ahead and make pawns out of the people they seem to care about most; they take the form of the unlikeliest of threats (human children, hot italians…) and go from likable and seemingly without malicious intent, to already having a knife at your throat. beware, if you value your life, prove yourself useful or have the strength to overcome their sheer tenacity and wickedness.

((Been thinking i should trade out 2P!Spain for another 2P for scenarios….but who???))

Nations React To: Eurovision 2015


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Veneziano, Romano and Seborga

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the marvelous adventures of germany: dance lessons
  • Germany: okay, this doesn't seem so bad so far...
  • Italy, walking in the room: okay class, today we are gonna learn how to summon satan while attempting not to break our necks! :D
  • Germany: hahahAhaA NOPE
Take Me Into Your Loving Arms

The ‘Imagine your OTP dancing to Thinking Out Loud in pajamas’ prompt from otpprompts inspired me too much. I had to do it.

Their lives were nothing but dysfunctional. Of course there was love and concern and care. Each other’s happiness mattered to them, no matter how hard it was to see from a third party. Regardless, it seemed to be blatantly obvious that Arthur and Francis cared for each other.

It was blinded from everyone else. When Arthur fell asleep with a book thrown across his face, it was Francis who crawled into bed next to him, wrapping his arms around his lover’s torso, and nestled him into a peaceful slumber. When Francis came home drunk from a late night out with friends, Arthur was there to peel his jacket from his slumped shoulders, hand him a glass of water, and push him into bed. They weren’t the norm, but really, who was?

College was probably the most difficult place to hold a relationship. Whether it was your fault or not, you tended to grow apart from the person you loved. They tried to spend time together; whenever they had a free minute, it was taken over by each other. But that was a rare occurrence. Classes, work, studying, all while attempting to find sleep in between. It was hard enough to eat while juggling all of that, let alone plan a date.

On one particular night, the sky a dark purple fading into black, Arthur sat at his computer desk, typing out a paper, music playing in the background as if to soothe him. He only had until the next morning to turn it in, and it was too much of a stressor. Teeth grinding, enraged, frustrated breathes huffing out of his nose, he cracked his knuckles to get the kinks out before typing once more. He could’ve stopped, taken a break. But even if he lay down for a single second, he’d pass out, and the paper would never get done.

Too preoccupied in his work, he didn’t even hear the door creak open. He didn’t hear the bag drop onto the floor. He didn’t hear the socked-footsteps pattering towards him. He barely even noticed when a pair of bare, strong arms wrapped around his shoulders.

Mon amour, you’ve been at this for hours,” Francis whispered into his ear. “Have you even stopped to eat dinner?”

“No time,” Arthur muttered, fingers refusing to stop flying across the keyboard. “If I stop now, I’ll never get back to work. I’ve gotten into my rhythm, Francis. I can’t stop now. Not until I’m done.”

With a sigh, Francis kneeled next to his computer chair, hands resting on his thighs. “You’re getting dark circles, lapin. I can hear your stomach grumbling. It’ll only take a few moments. A break will do you good.”

“Shut up,” Arthur snapped, nudging his leg to get Francis to release his grip on him. He was stubborn, he knew. And deep down, he didn’t really want to take his anger out on Francis, because he knew he was right. He was tired. And hungry. All he wanted was a blueberry scone and then to pass out in his bed. But he couldn’t do that until his bloody paper was done.

His music changed from rough and angry to soft and melodious, but that only put him into a bigger slump. Typing to the beat of a song was sort of his thing. How was he supposed to type to Ed Sheeran and not get distracted, let alone sexually frustrated?

Suddenly, a pair of hands gently grabbed his wrists and pulled them away from the keyboard. Forced into a standing position, he turned around to glare at Francis who was smiling fondly at him. Holding out his hand, palm up, he said, “Dance with me, Arthur.”

He rolled his eyes. “You are the dumbest, cheesiest person I have ever met.”

“And you love me. Now, come, dance with me.” Francis tugged him closer, their chest touching, heartbeats jumping through their clothed bodies. Francis’s arms traced their way across Arthur’s shoulders, down the slope of his waist, and came to rest upon his hips.

“I have to write my paper,” Arthur grumbled, but if he were being honest, he much preferred his current state to his previous one.

“Hush,” Francis said. “Just relax, Arthur. You’re going to go crazy if you keep this up.”

He could’ve retaliated easily, even broken out of the grip he was being held in. If he showed true discomfort or fury, Francis would let him go, he always did. But he didn’t want to be let go, not right now. Not ever really. He wasn’t one who was good with feelings; they were far too mysterious and foreign for him to comprehend. What he had for Francis though, that was something that made his pulse jump and made his stomach squeeze into itself.

So he let himself be held, swaying away to a cliché, overplayed pop song. The lyrics were whispered in his ears, only to make the situation more like a romantic drama that played on Lifetime. He couldn’t say he truly minded.

For those few minutes that the song played on, the moment never had to end. And it didn’t. Even when it did, he refused to pull away, resting against his boyfriend’s shoulder, smiling into the soft skin of his neck. Francis pressed a light kiss to his forehead, his arms tightening around Arthur even more.

They could worry about their problems and prior commitments another time, another hour, another day. Right now, all they needed was to stand in the silence of a dark dorm room, holding each other as the computer screen faded into a deep sleep.

anonymous asked:

so Cupid is with Vivvy ,Sansta is probably dying somewhere , Friday is with Ara ,and nobody is worried of the fact that we don't have any new's about where th hell is Witchy YAY (also i from france hope you have a nice day ^w^)

pffft o lord- xD

(Hello from Canada buddy!)

(Also have a nice day/night)

(I suck at global time)