#i wanna buy one soon too these are soooooo adorable

[nt3000smoved]

ug.. wish i could be playing stret fighter 3 right now but friend is borrowing my ps3 and i want to draw but i cant this is so sad🤬

[fanfoolishness]

Rambling thoughts for Little Graduation/Prickly Pair

My heart can’t even handle it, you guys.  I just... I can’t.  *cries forever* Thoughts behind the jump for spoilers/length, and please feel free to yell at me or reblog with your own thoughts!

Steven is singing along to an old Sadie Killer song because it’s old and familiar

Really the only time we’ve seen him sing this season

Because his feelings are too muddled up and painful to dare put to song

So he sticks to others’ music instead, safer that way

OMG he adds a little “Hey” to “Teens by day” so cute

OMG he does a falsetto part to the first Sadie Killer and Suspects and then a goofy as FUCK deep voice for the second Sadie Killer and the Suspects

I just… Zach Callison’s voice work this season has been so good and it sounds like he’s having such a good time at the silly parts and he’s been so emotional on the rough parts, if he doesn’t get recognized for his work on the show by the end it’ll be criminal

This is gonna be the last time we really see Steven happy for a long time, isn’t it? And it’s so sad because it such a joy to see him that way again for a second, no eye bags, no stress. My heart.

Aww Sadie got a neck too!

YEAH STEVEN REALLY DID DIAMOND EYES FROM EXCITEMENT, not stars!!!

I’m sad for Lars and Sadie that their growth took them different places but I’m so proud of them too!!!

“Don’t you wanna try something new?”

“Well, hm.”

“Except for me! I’ll still be… right here.”

Steven is losing control of his floating powers. Tried to be cool guy floating around with his friends and failed. This is really concerning. The last time he couldn’t float well was way back in season 4. Stevennnnnnn….

Shep DOES seem so cool!

Look at Rebecca Sugar, they truly just be out there like “last season, what are they gonna do to me if I put non-binary humans in the show, that’s right, they won’t do jack SHIT” bwahaha

And it’s lovely that it’s just no biggie

Steven your ship didn’t sail, I’m sorry but you can’t write AUs for real people

Lars is more worried about the cake than about his ex

“Are YOU okay?”

Finally someone is asking and of course Steven is like”what? My problems are visible externally? WHAT problems???”

“Everyone but me…”

Buck got into medical school??? Holy shit, so he was in college before? Dang. Also his bedside manner will be soooooo weird and cool

Actually I can see him as one of the weird internal medicine doctors who’s super smart so you want them on your case but he only says the occasional weird thing like “your gallbladder is an illusion” or “your hormones are like, totally out of sync. Lemme fix that” or wow, I don’t even know, I may have to write a drabble of an intern just being wowed by how weird he is

Classic Steven would definitely buy a jacket for his phone

Awww Sadie you should have told him 😭😭😭

Lars watching Steven slow motion self-destruct like “oh god is this how I was”

“Ah, well… you should have asked me, I’m-I’m really good at naming bands…”

Jesus Christ Steven that sound was my heart breaking for you

What the fuck is Shep’s instrument? Anyone know?

Okay this is actually a really good graduation song and while Sadie Killer is still awesome I love that Sadie can also tap into more personal emotions for her work now, she’s just so good!

I know how Lars feels, sometimes those big events are just overwhelming

I love his leather jacket!

So uhhhh maybe Steven doesn’t control Diamond Mode as well as we had thought given the last few episodes

It’s really fascinating because it’s clear in the animation and voice work Steven’s struggling with so many feelings right now

He’s scared Lars and the others are slipping away

He’s ashamed he feels so aimless beside them

He’s angry that Lars isn’t listening and is going to leave him

He’s sad that everyone’s changing

The way Steven yells at Lars to stop is just so fucking desperate, his shaking fist, holy shit kid you do not do goodbyes well do you

Aaaaaaand that’s new. What the hell is it??? We’ve never seen this from any other gem or Diamond before. DAMMIT STEVEN THIS IS NOT HEALTHY

It shredded the stage and the banner 😭

Digging that scary as fuck musical motif

It has the Diamond mode machine noise in the background — that flickering humming power sound

Seriously Steven!!! How the hell would Lars’ feelings— so much denial

“When did this happen, I didn’t see any of this!”

I love that he touched on this, like of course people don’t have to live their private lives in front of you, dingbat! But so much of his life has been lived with the Gems who did display all their trauma and problems that he can’t help but feel he’s entitled to see how things work out

It’s also concerning because it suggests he is having some trouble viewing people as independent to him, as having their own agency

WHITE DIAMOND ANYONE

I love that Lars is so excited to be back in space with his friends!!

Oh man the way everyone stares at Steven like “bro, clearly you are the only magical pink person in the room”

Some really gorgeous frames of Steven’s face here, wish Apple TV let you cap them 😢

“I can’t help it if my dumb heart misses you guys” I’m CRYING FOREVER

AMAZING use of “squash and stretch” Disney animation theory here hahahaha

Lars and Steven hug gives me so much life waaaaaah

I still can’t get over how grownup that boy looks behind the wheel. I love his hand tapping on the wheel.

So pensive. Poor Steven.

And now Prickly Pair, if you thought your heart hurt before well lemme tell you what!

How much time has passed since Snow Day?

Dammit, I predicted in one of my fics that Steven would feel weird about gardening magically and want to do it all the old-fashioned way…

But I haven’t finished it, alas. And Steven is doing much better emotionally by that point in MY story thank you hahahaha

Also it’s Connverse and adorable

Okay really should work on it

Well, okay, Connie is a cute smart blue flower so at least Steven’s still thinking of her? I really wish she had been here but I guess she’s gonna have to save Steven from himself soon enough.

I’m now kind of uneasy about the idea of them dating… I really wanted them to get together but Steven isn’t healthy right now. He’s really messed up and kind of worse than I was even thinking with all my angsting. If they try to get together now Steven might be weird and controlling and secretive and that is not the Connverse I want! Maybe we’ll get something cute and sweet after Steven starts recovering and getting mentally healthier?

Because not to say you can’t be in a relationship and be mentally ill… but the low point of your illness is NOT a time to START a relationship, and if they’d really been dating this whole time I have to imagine we’d have heard about it. So my guess would be not dating, Steven was too busy to hang out a lot of the time, but still friends.

Dammit I really wanted cute date episodes and the big dance from Chille Tid 😭

DON’T NAME YOUR PLANTS AFTER PEOPLE

Garnet tried to warn him… I wonder how the cactus acted in other timelines.

Does Zach voice the cactus too?

Yep: confirmed, Zach is a cactus.

FINALLY we’re in Steven’s head and it’s an uncomfortable place to be

“I used to be helpful, but the Gems don’t need me anymore! Why do I need to be needed? Stevennnn, pull it together!!!”

And again with the head clutching and yeah it really seems like White’s pulling a Steven in the intro doesn’t it???

Oh god I assumed the cactus was going to be a monster because of repressed feelings manifesting in Steven’s spit but it’s so much more painful that it repeats after him and THAT’s what makes it upset waaaaaaah

Cactus Steven screaming why do I need to be needed!!!

The Gems are finally asking the right questions but Steven is so paranoid he can’t help but view them in the worst way

Steven venting about the gems hurts but he DID have to deal with them at their worst

Oh no, he went diamond mode on Cactus Steven!

The powering up noise diamond mode makes is so ominous, I love it

I can’t believe Steven didn’t almost lose an eye from his own shield right then and there

“Those are my real private thoughts! I can’t let them hear!”

Noooo his house!

Nooooo Steven the Gems can take listening to you a lot better than a magical cactus could, you’ve GOT to talk to someone or this will get SO. MUCH. WOrse.

Yeah. It’s gonna get so much worse. ;_;

[checkmate-cherik]

I wanna contribute to Halloween soooooo

~

Charles was grumpy, but then, he always was on Halloween.

When he was alive, he adored candy. He would buy enormous bags and pass out handfuls of it, then stash the rest for later. But he was dead now. And vampires can’t eat sugar.

The only thing that made any of this better was that one of the little pack of costumed children would be bringing their dad along.

There were three kids, and he loved their creativity. He’d escorted them home from his front garden many times, smiling and watching with amusement as they sniffed every interesting object on the way. They were endlessly imaginative; Wanda was always play-acting as a fairy or witch, and Pietro insisted he was a superhero, and Lorna was too young to be as creative as her siblings, but she still liked to pull up Charles’ flowers and make tangled messes with them in an attempt to make braids. He loved them. They were the only children on the block who weren’t scared of him.

Their father was handsome as hell, too. He was a werewolf, or so Charles had gathered; and he was always tired. He worked odd hours, and Charles (who had been something of a telepath when he was alive, but now his powers had increased tenfold) could feel his nightmares from eight houses away. Mr. Lehnsherr never got rest, and with three precocious children who loved mischief, it was no surprise.

Charles liked Mr. Lehnsherr a lot.

So as soon as the sun went into twilight, Charles poured candy into the large plastic cauldron he used every Halloween, turned on the string lights on his porch, and wheeled outside to wait for the children.

It was a beautiful night. Crisp and cold, though he did not feel the chill. Vampires don’t really notice the weather. The first little ones came at eight, and he smiled (with his mouth closed, to hide his fangs) as their parents snatched handfuls of candy from the cauldron and dumped them in the children’s receptacles. Buckets, baskets, pillowcases, he saw everything. And he always complimented the children on their costumes, making them giggle. It didn’t hurt, that the parents were scared of him. It did hurt when children didn’t smile, when they stared with wide, frightened eyes and wouldn’t even come up the path to his porch. He liked kids. Not to eat. They were fun to be around.

Many braved his doorstep, though. He was happy to see that more kids came up to him every year. And when the kids coming to his house got older, as the night progressed, he hid less and less of his teeth, until he beamed at teenagers and they grinned back. Most had known him all their lives, and they weren’t afraid. That warmed him.

The Lehnsherrs were very, very late.

Lorna was a magnet; an unusual choice, but she looked happy. Wanda was a witch (she was going through a red phase, so her entire costume was red). Pietro was an astronaut, but his father was carrying his helmet. All three of them ran up to Charles, putting down their buckets to fling their arms around him as best they could. He laughed and hugged back, his undead heart so warm and full of happiness. He never got hugs anymore. Not even from his nephew Kurt.

Mr. Lehnsherr trudged up the path with a tiny smile on his face, while his children begged Charles for two handfuls of candy instead of one. How could Charles deny such sincere pleas and promises to love him forever? He gave them all three handfuls.

“Daddy, you gotta hug Mr. Charles too!” Lorna commanded. “You gotta thank him!”

“Oh, no, that’s quite alright, dear,” Charles told Lorna hastily. “I get enough thanks from you th--” He squeaked as Lehnsherr bent down and hugged him, with a care for the helmet.

His cologne was very nice, and the warmth of him sunk into Charles’ eternally-cold bones very quickly. Charles felt nearly dizzy with the contact.

The hug was quick, of course. But Mr. Lehnsherr kept his hand on Charles’ shoulder, and asked him, “Can you babysit for me tomorrow? It’s the full moon, and I don’t want them getting hurt while I’m gone.”

“Oh---yes, I could do that,” Charles stammered, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

And then they left, the children waving until they were back on the sidewalk.

[ohalemalia]

Daily Dose - Part 5 (S.M. Imagine)

Pairing: Scott McCall x Reader

Warnings: none (:

A\N: soooooo, new chapters of DD will officially be going up on Mondays now. Also I PROOF READ THIS ONE. WHAAAAAT. WHO IS SHE?

Word Count: 2268

Summary: Scott takes Y/N on the ride of her life. A waitress ships Scott and Y/N so hard that Y/N starts to question the nature of their relationship.

Remember all that big talk about YOLO that I had just a few minutes ago? Yeah, it definitely didn’t prepare me for getting on the back of Scott McCall’s motorcycle and riding off into the night. I’m not really one for thrill seeking, I mean the thrill of not knowing when your entire immune system will suddenly collapse on you was enough adrenaline for me, thank you very much. Did I want Scott to know that I was afraid? Absolutely not. He would only turn us around and make us sit on the couch and watch a movie or something and I was tired of just sitting. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life on my ass.

My nails dug into the palms of my hands as I crept towards Scott’s motorbike. The blood was pounding in my ears and my head was spinning at the thought of speeding down the street on the back of this vehicle that had no doors, half the number of wheels of a regular vehicle and didn’t even have an FM radio.

Scott looked back at me, a small smile on his face as he outstretched the helmet to me, “You still wanna do this?”

“Y-yeah,” I tried to look confident as I folded my arms across my chest, “Of course I do.”

But Scott wasn’t buying it, but rather than call my bluff, he just chuckled at me, “Y/N, if you’re afraid it’s okay. It’s part of being human. You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to.”

“No,” I was not about to let him talk me into giving into my fear, “No, I want to. I’m going to.”

I took the helmet from him, finding it to be a lot heavier than I anticipated. I stared down at my reflection in the visor of the helmet, wondering if I was really about to get on the back of this boy’s bike.

“It goes on your head,” Scott joked.

I rolled my eyes, “I have lupus, Scott. Not dementia.”

I pulled the the helmet over my head and blinked a couple times to get my eyes adjusted to the darkness inside of it. My head felt like it was inside a bubble, the sounds of the outside world were muffled.

Scott threw one of his legs over the bike and straddled the seat. He started to put his helmet on but then he caught me staring at him, probably looking like some rejected member of Daft Punk with this huge helmet and my arms straight at my sides.

“You can get on,Y/N,” Scott tossed his helmet from hand to hand and never stopped smiling at me, “Just hold on to my shoulders and hop on.”

“Right,” I took a couple tentative steps toward the bike. As Scott put his helmet on, I put my hands on his shoulders and stepped on the right peg. I hoisted myself up, threw my left leg over the bike and sat down on the seat. Great. I had made it on the bike in one piece now let’s try to make it off the same way.

“Okay, so,” Scott strapped his riding gloves on, “I guess I should lay some ground rules down.”

“Like no kicking your seat?” I leaned over to get a better look at him, “Or no food on the bike?”

Scott chuckled, “Like, hold on tight to me unless you want to get smeared on the pavement.”

“Oh wow,” I blinked. I really needed that imagery. “I bet you get all the girls with that one.”

“You’re actually the first and only person who has rode on the back of my bike.”

My eyes widened, “I--wait, what? You’ve never done this before?”

“Nope,” Scott said, fiddling with some of the gears on his bike.

“Scott!”

“It’ll be fine, Y/N. I promise,” He turned around to look at me and lifted the visor covering his eyes, “Do you trust me?”

I frowned, which he couldn’t see, but nodded.

“Great, so keep your feet on the seats and your butt on the seat. It’s also better if you’re as still as possible, so that the bike is balanced. If you want to look around, look with the turn so, if I’m turning left, look left, if I’m turning right--”

“Look, right?”

Scott smiled and I hope it was because he appreciated my pun and not because I was being a good pupil, “Right. Basically, do what I’m doing. If you need me to stop at all, for any reason at all, you can tap my thigh three times and I’ll stop as soon as I can, okay?”

I nodded, “Got it.”

I looked around, seeing where I could put my arms for the time being. It felt kind of awkward and unsafe to have them down at my sides, “Where do I, uh, where should I hold on to?”

“Telling you to hold on to me wasn’t just a pick up line,” Scott flipped his visor down and started the bike.

The roar and rumble of the bike underneath me was enough to make me grip onto Scott’s waist like my life depended on it (I mean, when you really thought about it, I guess it did).

Scott said something to me, but I couldn’t quite hear over all the noise of the monster underneath me. Before I could ask him what he said, we lurched forward on the bike and I was officially riding a motorcycle.

The wind whipped violently at my clothes and I’m pretty sure I would’ve felt it on my face and through my hair if it wasn’t for the helmet on my head. As we exited the residential road and got onto the main street, the traffic lights and the lights of the city blurred together in a mosaic of brilliance. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once and I hadn’t felt anything like it. The adrenaline bubbled in my chest and lodged itself into my throat. It was threatening to pour itself out.

And the thing about the body is, my body especially, you can’t control it sometimes.

My mouth opened and I let out a shriek. I wasn’t sure if it was fear or happiness, but I didn’t care. I stepped out of it’s way and let it out. I was shrieking and screaming until I was laughing. I felt like throwing my arms up in the air, but no matter how much fun I was having, I didn’t want it to end in me smeared across the pavement, so I kept my arms around Scott.

No matter how much I was screaming and how much I was afraid, I didn’t feel unsafe. I trusted Scott and I felt completely and utterly safe with him. I finally felt like, for the first time in a long time, that I was living, truly living.

And it was all thanks to Scott McCall.

---

“Where are we?”

I watched Scott get off his bike and put the kickstand out. He shoved his hands in his pockets walked over to me, “We’re at Darla’s Diner.”

“Yeah, I can read the bright neon sign,” I chuckled, “But why?”

Scott dug around in his pocket and pulled out a folded square of paper. I could recognized it even before he opened it by the purple glitter pen that was bleeding through it. He unfolded the square and read off it it, “Y/N’s List of Places to be Other Than Here. Number fourteen, a diner.”

I laughed, “You still have that?”

“Yeah,” Scott folded the list backup and stuck it in his pocket, “I can’t take you to Italy or Paris or Greece, but I can still get you some good food.”

I followed him to the front door of the diner, “Can you maybe give me my list yet?”

“Mmmm,” Scott opened the front door, the bell above the door ringing to announce our arrival, “Not yet.”

I raised an eyebrow, “Not yet?”

“Not until we finish everything on the list,” Scott gestured for me to head inside.

“That’s literally impossible,” As I stepped inside, the smell of buttermilk pancakes and coffee enveloped me, “Like you said, you can’t take me to Italy.”

Scott followed me inside and smiled, “Not yet, at least.”

I rolled my eyes, “Scott, there’s no way you, a high school junior is going to take me all the way to Italy.”

“Never say never, Y/N,” Scott greeted the hostess with a smile, “Two please.”

The hostess grabbed two menus and beckoned for us to follow her, “It’s a little late for you two to be out, don’t you think?”

“It’s never too late for a good waffle,” I smiled at her. 

She smiled back as she brought us to a booth and sat us down, “Ah, I remember being your age and sneaking out with my sweetheart.”

“Oh,” As she set the menu down in front of me I laughed uncomfortably, “We aren’t--I mean we’re just--”

“Oh you don’t have to explain anything to me or put a label on it,” The hostess pulled a notepad out of her apron, “Just let it be and enjoy it. My name’s Darla, can I start y’all off with something to drink?”

“Water’s good,” Scott and I said at the same time. I looked up from my menu to see him sitting across the table grinning at me.

Darla laughed, “You two are adorable. I’ll be right back.”

As Darla walked away, I fought the urge to slam my head onto the wooden table, “That’s so embarrassing.”

Scott looked puzzled, “What is?”

“The fact that she assumed just because we’re two people, a guy and a girl, that we’re together.”

Scott shrugged, “I don’t see what would be so bad about that.”

“It’s not that it’s bad,” I laughed to hide my discomfort, “It’s just, I mean, you wouldn’t want to be with me.”

Scott’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he tilted his head at me, “I’m with you now.”

“You know what I mean,” My face was starting to grow hot because yeah, I had thought about this stuff but I never really had to explain it out loud to anyone, “And I meant ‘you’ like a general you. Like anyone with common sense would know not to get involved with the chronically sick girl. Hospital dates don’t exactly sound romantic.”

“Y/N,” The way Scott said my name so softly made me look up at him. He was leaning across the table, his eyes all soft and concerned, his hand stretched out but face down on the table as if he was reaching for my hand. My heart fluttered around in my chest and I didn’t know why.

“You’re not just “The Sick Girl”. And you’re more than capable of having a normal life. You rode a motorcycle for the first time. That’s badass!”

I chuckled a little but it was mostly from the unexpectedness of Scott saying that I, Y/N L/N, did something “badass”.

“And you’re here, at a normal diner, having a normal dinner, being totally normal. But you know what? You’re better than normal. Normal people wouldn’t be able to go through what you go through. You’re a fighter, Y/N. You’re strong and brave and smart and you’ve read more books than anyone I know.”

I chuckled a bit at that remark. Scott grinned at me, his dimples prominent, “And anyone would be lucky to be here with you.”

I gave him a tight lipped smile, my face was burning from all the compliments he laid on me. I wasn’t quite sure if I believe it, but I could tell from sincerity in his eyes that Scott believed it with every inch of his being.

“Thank you,” I managed to whisper.

“Alright, I’ve gotcha two water,” Darla to our table and set our glasses of ice water on the water along with some straws, “And a little treat.”

She set down a milkshake in a glass that was probably tall enough for me to stick my entire arm in. It was topped with a mountain of whipped cream and two cherries on top.

I was breathless, “Holy--”

“Um,” Scott looked up at Darla, “We didn’t order this.”

Darla waved a hand dismissively and winked, “It’s on the house.”

“It’s the size of a house,” I muttered.

Darla laughed out loud, “It’s our 2-is-Better-Than-1 shake. So we’ve double the recipe, doubled the glass for double the drinkers. And it comes with these funky keepsake straws.”

Darla put down two crazy straws for us, one pink, one green, “If y’all can finish this together, then ya relationship is about as strong as ya stomachs. Y’all bout ready to order?”

Scott looked over at me face which was still gawking at quite possibly the largest drink I had ever seen in my life, “I think we need a bit more time.”

“We’re gonna need a lot of time,” I countered.

“Make that a lot of time,” Scott relayed to Darla.

“Take all the time ya need,” Darla grinned, “Let me know if you need anything else.”

And so Darla left me alone with Scott and the King Kong of dairy beverages.

“Well,” Scott picked up his straw and sank it into the hill of whipped cream, “Whether we’re together or not, I hope you’re not going to make me finish this alone.”

And so I picked up my straw because whether we we’re together or not, I did not mind sharing a gigantic milkshake with Scott McCall.

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<3 Confessions <3

Feeling fluffy rn

-Sans-

“What’s the deal?” You laughed as you followed your close, skeletal pal up the grassy hill. Sans hadn’t let go of your hand once, even though he was holding a telescope in his hand.

“what?” Sans grinned towards you, turning back lazily for just a second. “wondering where the hill i’m taking you?”

You snorted. His jokes were dumb, and you didn’t know why they made you laugh everytime. “Yes, actually.”

“don’t trust me?”

“Hard to trust someone who doesn’t have a brain.” You teased, tugging his hand back and leaving him to crash against your chest. You playfully pocked at his chest. “Or a heart.”

The most curious blue flushed across his cheek bones. He seemed to do that a lot around you, so you figured it must be a skeleton thing.

“h-haha, yeah...” No witty quip? He must have alot on his mind...

Sans led you along, occasionally inserting a pun or two, which you would laugh for, until you finally made it to the top of the hill.

“alright, here we are.” Sans stopped setting his telescope down.

You looked at the view and hummed, “It’s nice up here.”

“nice will be an understatement in just a second, kid.” Sans winked at you before coming up behind you and covering your eyes. “here, give it a second.”

You chuckled, “What’s this all about?”

“i may not have a heart or a brain, but you can trust me on this one, kid.”

“Will this trust involve your sweaty hands on my eyes for five minutes?”

“er...” You could practically feel him getting warmer. “i-it won’t be too much longer, kid.”

You laughed, “I’m only teasing, Sans! You know I don’t mind your company!”

For some reason, he only got warmer at that. “right...”

Finally, after some comfortable silence, Sans spoke up.

“alright, here you go.”

As soon as his hands left your eyes, you looked up and felt your soul fill with child-like wonder. It was beautiful, the sky was filled with stars. You had never seen the sky so clear, especially being so close to the city. It was like an array of dark blues and purples of every shade with scattered freckles of white starlight. It was beautiful.

“It’s... Amazing.” You said, almost breathless.

You hadn’t even noticed, but Sans was staring at you with that same wonder. “stars, i love you.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

You turned to face him, and Sans went bright blue. “uh, i-i was talking to the stars! the stars! i love ‘em, good ‘ol flaming balls of gas and whatnot...”

“Yes,” You turned back to the sky. “It’s beyond gorgeous. Sans. Thank you.”

“of course...” Sans sat down, quietly. “...i’m glad you like it.”

-Papyrus-

"I LOVE YOU!” 

You blinked. 

“Uhm...” You looked at your hands, which were currently being held captive by the seven-foot-tall skeleton on his knees as he gazed into your eyes with a bright orange glow across his cheekbones.

“I LOVE YOU WITH THE BURNING ROMANCE OF A THOUSAND LOVERS!!” He leaned closer to you, causing you to lean back.

“You, uh...” You looked around. No wonder there were rose petals scattered literally everywhere. When he invited you to “THE MOST AMAZING AND ROMANTIC DINNER OF YOUR LIFE”, you thought he meant ‘romantic’ as in ‘fantasy-filled’ not ‘actually romantic’. Sometimes he just talks like that, with his fancy words and strange double meetings. Yet, there you are, three bites into his ‘LOVE-SPAGHETTI’ and he’s confessing to you. You wondered if all these candles were a fire hazard... “... Love me?”

“YES! WITH UNRIVALED PASSION!!”

“P-Papyrus-”

“YOU’RE AMAZING! ALMOST AS AMAZING AS ME!” He cried, “YOU’RE KIND AND CREATIVE AND YOU LIKE MY SPAGHETTI AND YOUR SUPER PRETTY AND YOU PLAY WITH MY PUZZLES AND YOUR SMART AND YOUR CLEVER AND I LOVE YOU-”

“Papyrus!” You almost squeaked out, “We’ve known eachother for barely a week!”

He shook his head. “I DON’T CARE! MY LOVE FOR YOU AND YOUR SUPER SEXY HIPS IS UNDETERABLE!”

“Hoh, boi.” You took your hand to rub your temples. At least he was cute... “Look, Papyrus, you can’t just, uhm, proclaim your love for someone after only a week of knowing them.”

“BUT I HAVE!” Papyrus smiled too bright for this world. “AND I’LL DO IT AGAIN! I LOVE YO-!”

You put your hands over his teeth, “Papyrus, please!”

“OKAY, I’LL STOP...”

You exhaled.

“...IF YOU GO ON A DATE WITH ME!”

You groaned, looking at the starry-eyed skeleton in front of you. One date wouldn’t be too bad, if he could stop it with all the ‘love’ talk. “One date, Papyrus. One. And that’s it.”

Papyrus stood with confidence and conviction, “THAT’S ALL I NEED TO HAVE YOU FALL FOR ME, TOO!”

-Orange (Underswap Papyrus)-

“Honey, do you want any popcorn?” You called back from in the kitchen.

You heard Papyrus’ faint voice from the living room, “yeah.”

“I didn’t hear a please in that.” You called back.

“because i didn’t give one.”

Snarky jerk. “Fine! No popcorn for you, Honey!” You said, smirking. You pulled out the popcorn when the timer beeped and poured it in a bowl, before making your way into the living room.

“what’s poppin’, kid.” Orange replied with a lazy smirk.

“Nothing for you, Honey.” You replied, a small grin on your face. You saw him twitch ever so slightly. You knew he hated that nickname, and that’s why you used it.

“aw, pouting again?” That received an angry glare from you, which only made him laugh. “come on, kid, learn to share.”

“No.” You said, plopping down on the opposite end of the couch. “Now turn on the movie, I want to see some murder clowns.”

“sure thing, but you know what goes really good with popcorn?” Orange leaned towards you, which made you quirk a brow.

“What?” You eyed him suspiciously.

And before you could make any protests, you suddenly saw him dumping his entire bottle of honey on your lovely popcorn bowl. “a little honey.”

You shoved the popcorn bowl toward him in a fit and fumed, “You jerk! I made that for me!”

Papyrus laughed loudly, “heheh! don’t knock it ‘til you try it, kid!”

“You ruined it! You-! You stupid-! Stop staring at me like that!”

“i can’t help it.” He mused, chuckling only slightly. “you’re so cute.”

Your face flushed a bright red, “Don’t say things like that!”

“like what? like...” Suddenly, Papyrus was too close for comfort. “i love you.”

You shoved his face away from you, “Yes! Like that! Ugh, your teasing is insufferable!”

Was... Was that a bright orange dusted across his cheeks? No, no you must have been imagining things. “right... well, let’s get this movie started, shall we?”

-Blue (Underswap Sans)-

“Y/N!”

You turned around to see your adorable and bubbly, skeletal friend bounding towards you.

“Blueberry,” You smiled as he finally caught up to you. “Where did you come from?”

Sans took a moment to catch his breath, before jumping back up with blue stars in his eye sockets. “I FOLLOWED YOU DOWN THE STREET!”

“Uhm.”

“I KNOW YOU ALWAYS GET OFF OF WORK AT FIVE SHARP, AND I KNOW YOU LIKE TO TAKE YOUR TIME AND PASS BY THE MARKET ON YOUR WAY HOME, SO IT WAS A SIMPLE MATTER OF DETECTIVE WORK!”

You giggled softly. What a funny guy. “Truly amazing, Blueberry. You never cease to amaze me.”

Sans flushed a bright cyan, “MWEHEHE!” 

“Well, while your here, can I buy you a crepe?” You smiled. “Something to reward the great detective?”

His eye lights went from stars to hearts in mere seconds. He must truly love crepes. “R-REWARD?”

You giggled again, “Of course! Blueberry flavor for my favorite Blueberry, right?”

“HNNNNNNGH!” He whined, squirming ever so slightly.

“Oh, dear!” You lifted his chin to feel his forehead, he was a burning blue! “Are you feeling alright? You’re so warm to the touch, sweetie!”

Sans melted into your touch, an almost goofy grin accompanying his heart-filled eyes. “Y-Y/N!”

“Sans, you’re taking care of yourself aren’t you?” You worried, “I don’t know what I’d do if you fell ill... I’d be worried sick!”

“I LOVE YOU!!”

You stopped. 

Suddenly, Sans realized the words that just fell out of his mouth.

“You-?”

“UHM! I MEAN! I! UH!” Suddenly, Sans was running down the street, “GOTTA GO!!”

“...What?”

-Red (Underfell Sans)-

You downed yet another drink and laughed. “Fine, it’s true! I unironically like anime, but can you blame me?”

“haha! yes! i can!” Sans rumbled with laughter as he chugged his own shot. “stars, you’re such an idiot!”

“Says the loser who thinks wearing all black is cool!”

“hey, you take that back!” Sans rumbled, trying to poke at you but too drunk to actually land any hits. “black is cool, it makes me look edgy!”

“Hahaha! Do you hear yourself?” You poured some more of that sweet brown liquid in your glass, only missing slightly. “Edgy? Okay, Emo-Kid-2000!”

“your suuuuuuuuch a bi-”

“Okay, you’ve had enough!” You laughed, swiping the bottle he was currently trying to drink from him.

“oh, you stiff!” He slurred. “your a hypocritical stiff!”

“And you’re a drunk idiot!”

“so are ya!”

“Well, you got me there, emo kid.” You took a swig from the bottle and laughed.

Sans leaned on the counter and stared at you in awe. “stars, i love you.”

“Haha, what?” What was this all about?

“your sooooooo pretty.” He started drooling. “i wanna make you mine alllll night loooong.”

You rolled your eyes, “Whatever, perv.”

“no no no no not just like that,” He drawled on. “i wanna bang ya, but i also wanna kiss ya, you know what i mean?”

“Uhm?”

“stars, i wanna kiss you so bad...” He leaned closer to you. “i wanna lean into you, and see you, and be with you, and to love you soooooo cloooose. i want you to love me as much as i love you.”

“S-Sans...” You could feel the blush across your face.

“i love y-” And then he threw up next to you.

-Black (Underfell Papyrus)-

You were sleeping on the couch when you heard it. The soft sound of the door closing. You rubbed your eyes and sat up. Was he home already?

You looked toward the door, only seeing a vague silhouette.

“Papyrus?”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING.”

“I was waiting for you.” You yawned. “You always get home so late so I... !!”

“GO BACK TO BED.”

“Papyrus!” You pushed the blanket off of you and rushed to his side, “You’re covered in blood! Are you alright, you didn’t-!”

He grabbed your wrist harshly and hissed, “I’M FINE.”

You were almost startled by his sharp reaction, but you knew him too well to let him scare you off. “No. You’re not.” You used this as an opportunity to grab his own wrist and drag him to the kitchen. 

He recoiled, trying to pull his wrist back, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

You turned to him roughly and poked a finger at his chest, “I’m helping you out, you ungrateful idiot!”

Papyrus reeled back, incredibly offended, “I’M NOT-!!”

“Now shut your mouth, and accept someone’s kindness for once, or so help me!”

He finally closed his mouth, only letting out a few grumblings in response.

You set him down on the kitchen table and grabbed a damp washcloth as you began wiping away the stains on his bones and armor.

“YOU...” You saw a faint glow on his cheekbones, “YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS.”

“And you don’t have to get in fights when I’m not around!” You huffed. “Honestly, I wish you wouldn’t, Papyrus! I don’t like you hurting others, and I... I don’t know what I’d do if you came home seriously hurt!”

“...”

He didn’t reply for a while, as you took your time cleaning his wounds. It seems... there was a lot more blood from whoever he was fighting... 

“YOU WAITED FOR ME.”

“Of course, I waited for you.” You shook your previous thought away.

“WHY?”

“Because I worry for you.” You huffed.

“. . . Iloveyou. . .”

“What did you say?” You tilted your head.

“I SAID OLIVE JUICE.”

“...What?”

(Shorter ones for these guys)

-Yellow (Echotale G Sans)-

“Wait, what did you say?” You turned toward your bad boy of a friend.

“I said I love you.” G Sans said, nonchalantly as he lit a cigarette.

“... You’re not serious, are you?”

“I am.” 

“Oh...” You didn’t know how to respond. He was so... casual?

“Well?”

“Well, what?” You asked.

“Usually, people say something other than “oh” after someone tells them those three little words.”

“What do you want me to say?”

His eye lights grew a ominous yellow, almost in an eery way if you hadn’t known G Sans for so long. His eye lights scrolled over to you, his unreadable expression unchanging, “You know the answer to that.”

-Green (Echotale G Papyrus)-

“Er, uhm, I don’t...” G Papyrus cleared his throat, nervously. “I don’t usually, uh...”

“Oh, G, are you alright?” You put a hand on his shoulder, but that seemed to have the opposite of the intended effect. “Why are you so nervous?”

G Papyrus raked a hand across his scroll, as if trying to clear his head, “S-Sorry! I’m not used to, well...”

“Hey.” You made a point to show him your most comforting smile. “It’s okay. Just relax. I’m your friend.”

“Right... That might actually just be...” With another clear of his throat, G Papyrus straightened his back, and said with the greenest face, “Y/n!”

“Uhm, yes?”

“I! I love you!”

“...”

“Wait, what?!” You recoil.

-Purple (Swapfell Papyrus)-

You were just cooking dinner as you always do, when you suddenly felt two familiar arms encase you completely from behind you, prohibiting you from finishing dinner.

“Wha-?”

“shut up.” Whoa. His voice was dark. What was he-? “don’t say anything. don’t move anything. don’t think anything. don’t. do. anything.”

You went completely still. He just stood there like that, his skull in the crook of your neck and his arms wrapped around your body, squeezing you too tight for comfort.

Just as you were about to say something (which may or may not result in some serious injuries), you heard something just below a whisper in your ear.

“i love you.”

And just like that, he let go of you, and you sucked in a breath you didn’t know you needed. When you turned around, he was gone, and you were left alone to your thoughts and a slowly burning dinner.

-Indigo (Swapfell Sans)-

“HUMAN!!”

“Raspberry.” You replied, coyly.

Sans rolled his eye lights, before he continued, “I HAVE FINALLY DECIDED... TO SAY YES!”

“Yes?” You tilted your head, “To what?”

“TO YOU THROWING YOURSELF AT ME EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY!” Sans put his hands on his hips, “SO, FINE! YOU’VE FORCED ME TO ACCEPT YOUR PROPOSITION!”

“Oh, don’t worry, Raspberry.” You smiled, “I'm not trying to date you.”

“LIES! IMPOSSIBLE!” Sans jabbed at you, “IT CAN BE THE ONLY EXPLANATION!”

“The explanation for what?”

“FOR WHY I LOVE YOU!”

“...”

“You...” You blinked. “You love me?”

Sans looked like a dear in the headlights, and you finally noticed the bright magenta color he was beaming. “THIS! THIS WAS A MISTAKE!!”

“Wait, Sans!” But he was already running away... Wait, did he not realize that was the opposite direction of his house? Looks like you’d be seeing him sooner than expected.

[bsd-hq-writer]

I saw the post about Denki but the request box says its closed. Ignore this then, if it is. I do not know Denki (yet, hoping to watch the anime soon) but he seems cute from the gif you posted! Please, can you write some cute fluffy hcs for him and an s/o? He seems so anxious ahaha

As far as I know, it’s wide open nonnie!

-He likes to call his s/o “babe” either ironically or not. It’s just a thing he does and he will not stop it unless it bothered the s/o-BUYS STUFFED ANIMALS FOR S/O ALL THE TIME. Bonus if they like Pokemon, so Denki goes around buying all pokemon plushes he can -Since he overloads after using his quirk too much making him act brainless for sometime, I can totally see his s/o having to run around to look after him so he doesn’t get hit by a car or something like that-Likes to read to his s/o. Adores even more if the s/o asks for it. -BIRTHDAY PARTIES ARE A THING cause he’s a sweet boy and he just wants to show how much he loves his s/o-Tries to cook for his s/o and fails miserably, making them laugh so hard Kaminari throws a sofa cushion at you and CUSHION FIGHT STARTS-Whenever they fight, Kaminari cannot stand not talking to his s/o for too long so he’s always the first too apologize. Now, Kirishima says that’s not “so manly” but Kaminari is just happy to have ended the fight-Is the cheesiest person ever when he’s in a relationship. He’s the “the starts look beautiful. Wanna know what else’s beautiful? You. You’re beautiful.” kinda person.-Likes to convey his feelings for his s/o into playlists with his favorite songs. It’s his favorite way of saying they’re important to him and that he cares deeply about them.-Will prob be the first one to say the three words between the two of them. It would happen while his s/o did something trivial or just downright usual but it’s like lightening (hehe) would strike him and he’s just know it. And then he blurt it out, probably in front of all their friends cause the boy had no filter, and his s/o would turn into red tomato while their friends would be like “soooooo, maybe we should leave them alone for a while”.

Hope you like them nonnie!

~Admin Laura

[sleepy-peachie]

Paris Day 3:  Pro-tip if you wanna see the catacombs book that like 3 months in advance and show up at like 9 am

This morning we woke up around 9 again and walked outside and found a flea market which was pretty cool since we couldn’t go to the one on Saturday.  There was nothing very cool there though but we didn’t linger long at any tables since the sales folks get pretty pushy if show any interest and it was mostly yardsale garbage.  We walked a little bit looking for a cafe for breakfast and the first place we looked at had coffee for 10 euro so we peaced out of there real fast and went across the street to le lithographie which actually looked pretty fancy but was a little more reasonable. I ended up getting a mint tea and croissant and ariel got a fruit salad and coffee.  This croissant was the best bread i’ve ever eaten i’ll never be able to eat the crescent rolls mom buys again and my tea came with a little kettle full of hot water and it was adorable. We got a seat outside again but under the awning so we could get the sun off of us since it was already getting pretty hot.  It was so nice to sip tea outside so early in the morning and just watch everyone around us.  Our waiter was really nice and spoke english and laughed when we still said “oui” instead of yes.  There was also an old woman getting her hair and makeup done at the table right next to us?? like she had a makeup artist/hairstylist putting her hair in a french twist with hairspray and everything and was taking up tables with the cosmetics all spread out.  It was odd but at the same time i strive to be that woman.  

We walked on to find the catacombs and walked past the montparnarsse cemetery and it was gorgeous.  We walked inside for a little bit just to see the little tombstone/house things.  All the graves were beautiful but we didn’t stay long since our feet were still sore from Saturday’s excursion so we walked on to the catacombs.  We could see two different spots where crowds were fro the catacombs so we walked to where there were signs and asked the man where we could buy tickets and at first he asked for our tickets an we said no where do we buy them and he said “the internet is closed” and we could buy them there so we walked away confused and listened for english from the people in line and asked a random family and tehy said you have to wait in line then buy tickets so were like oh okay cool and walk on to find the end of the line.  and then we turn a corner and are still looking for the end of the line and then we turn another corner still no end. until finally we end up at the original crowd we saw.   This line wrapped around a whole garden area and building.  We decided since it was somethign we were both really looking forward too we would wait we figured it would be 2 hours.  The line grew pretty fast behind us so at least we weren’t those people.  Then it had been an hour and we hadn’t turned the corner yet but we’d already invested one hour.  Then it had been 2 hours and we said okay were too invested to quit but maybe we should and by this point we were out of the shade and in the 90 degree sun and my feet were on fire.  Then it had been 2.5 hours and we started talking to the family in front of us and they said maybe another hour so we decided to keep waiting and we heard people behind us say it could take 6 hours some days and some parisians said the line was always this long and that it’s always just tourists.  We started talking to the people around us though and the guy in front of us was from Colorado and was getting ready to start college.  Him and his parents had rented a car and were driving around europe after a wedding for ~two weeks and were leaving for home the next day.  We also started talking to the group in front of them who were a bunch of study abroad students that had just happened to meet in a hostile that weekend. ONe girl was from the same town in Utah that Ariel’s family lives and it was crazy.  This town is so small and they didn’t recognize anybody either of them knew but it was still pretty cool.  There were two other students from Japan also just traveling. I kept on talking to the colorado guy and he was pretty cool.  His parents took it as an excuse to leave him holding the spot in line so they could get out of the sun.  we ended up being in line a total of 4 hours and the last 2 hours we spent talking to strangers and it was really cool and honestly made it worth it.  We all cheered when we finally got to the front of teh line and took selfies and ended up talking while walking through the catacombs too.  We got to the catacombs half hour after they opened at 10:30 and didn’t get in until after 2:30.  lesson learned there

The catacombs themselves were really cool and it felt soooooo nice to get out of the sun.  Some of the bones were growing moss from the lights and some were sparkly and its so strange to think all those skulls had faces and all those faces had lives and stories and names.  There were an estimated 2 million parisians in there moved from teh old cemeteries.  I ended up buying a patch from the giftshop and its probs my favorite souvenir so far. I wish my feet hadn’t hurt so bad or we’d have walked a little slower through the tunnels but honestly wanted to cry they hurt so bad. Also added that guy on fb and he talked to me for a couple days afterward over messenger.  He’s definitely enjoyable to talk to but it’s a bit strange since he’s only just graduated high school and lives in colorado so i dont know what the intentions were there but whatevs.

After the tunnels we started looking for bubble tea.  We wanted to try it the day before but we only saw it after we had just eaten so we didn’t want to buy any, but boy were we thirsty after standing in the sun for 4 hours again in 90 degree weather.  We walked awhile and ariel had a picture of a map pulled up so we were trying to find it, i couldn’t find it on the maps app so we were just hoping for the best.  We finally found it though and it was like a mirage.  The room was air conditioned to boot so we just died a little inside it was so nice. AND TEH TEA was so good, i got peach tea and the bobas were actually good.  I expected them to taste like chalk but it was actually like sweet jello and i loved them.  I liked it so much i ended up ordering a second one to drink while we walked, this time i got “jade” which had jasmine tea and kiwi, it wasn’t as good but i still enjoyed it.  Also this little Bubble T Paris had the best wifi we’ve experienced in all of France.  

At this point it was about 4 o’clock so we started looking for somewhere to eat supper, we figured creperies would be our only option and we knew there were some near our hotel so we walked that way and stopped at a small place on the street.  The guy serving us was really nice and he understood Ariel’s gluten allergy so we stayed, but the crepes were not great.  Kind of gross actually, i got chicken and cheese and it was a no go. We went back to our hotel after that and used the wifi and bathroom while we waited until ~6 to go to our trainstation.  

The trainstation was crazy as usual but we found the rolled ice cream stand miraculously and with ease.  We have very good luck with directions and finding things this whole trip and rolled ice cream is as good as it looks. I got apricot mint with pralines on top and 10/10 delicieux.  We found place to sit and were eating it when i felt eyes on me so i looked to my left and on the bench next to use 2 older men were clearly talking about me or us and i even made eyecontact and the older man who was closer to me maintained eye contact and continued nodding while listening to what the other man was presumably saying about me.  I was very uncomfortable and im imaging Taken scenarios.  Then they say excuse me, excusez moi and I answer and the younger guy asks where were from because they were discussing my accent and wondered if we were Englisha nd were surprised to hear we were American.  Then they asked why we were here and i was like “in Paris??’ like what kind of question is that.  I dont remember what i sadi but they asked if we liked it and i said yes and ended the conversation.  Then we left and waited on our train.  

They waited until the last minute to put the gate on the board but as soon as they did we fast walked for it since we were in car 16.  It was a forever walk but we got there we successfully found our train and could just relax for three hours.  This train ride felt much longer than when we were going to paris.  We could see the releif on sebastien’s face when we got out the train car though.  They gave us the morning off from the lab since they had meetings and we were exhausted, which was a huge blessing ‘cause i have never been so groggy in my life.  When we got back to the crous the wifi was out and it was around 11:30 so i went ahead and colled home to them i made it back safe, conveniently dad answered so i was able to wish him a happy fathers day and i told him all about paris for awhile.  i usually talk to mom so it was strange to talk to dad on the phone that long but it was nice.  When Pascal and sebastien  saw us the next day after lunch they were like “We couldn’t sleep all weekend! Were in charge of you!” I was so out of it though, i could hardly focus and i jsut felt so strange.  I had slept 11 hours and taken a benadryl to help get to sleep that night so that could be why or it actually was a result of walking 26 miles in one weekend and standing in the sun for 4 hours in addition to that.  My feet hurt until Wednesday.