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bigoltrashpile · 2 years

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Z3 with sans?

Oh ho ho ho ho, a very nice one OwO

Sans was your best friend! He was a great pal, always down to hang out, even if it was just something as simple as watching a tv show with you, or letting you practically strangle in your sleep while you cuddled. Could you help it if you felt something a little more-than-friendly for him?

It was just a shame he didn't feel the same.

He only ever called you "buddy," or "pal," or even "kiddo" when he was feeling like a bastard and poking fun at the fact that he was taller than you. All in all, just aggressive friendzoning. The worst part was that the rest of the skeletons were practically throwing themselves at you! But naturally, the one skeleton you were head over heels for didn't feel anything other than platonic bro-ness.

You sighed. Sans glanced up from your lap, which he had made into his pillow. "somethin' wrong?" he asked, finally taking his eyes off the sci-fi movie he had practically begged you to watch.

"Oh, yeah, of course," you said quickly. "Just great."

"uh huh." Sans raised an eyebrow. "tell the truth, bud."

"It's...complicated?"

"is it that you like me?"

Your entire body immediately stiffened. "......What?"

"come on, i'm not dense." Sans looked up at you, his eyelights fuzzy and warm. "and don't worry. i like ya too."

"Really??" He liked you? Why????

"cause we're meant to be together." Wait had you been talking out loud? "thought it was obvious."

This was getting weirder and weirder by the minute. "Meant to be together?"

Sans nodded, finally sitting up. "of course, sunshine. you ever wonder why the others are obsessed with ya? it's cause we're meant to be." Before you could even think of a response, Sans grabbed your wrists, pinning you to the couch. "no matter the world, we are fated. through time and space, we'll always find each other." He buried his skull into your neck, breathing deep. "fuck, i'm so glad ya can finally be mine."

"Ooookay, this is getting really creepy," you winced. "Can you let me go?"

"fuck no. i'm never lettin' go of ya now," Sans smirked. As you watched, his bright white eyelights morphed into hearts. "you're mine. ours. whatever. either way, ya ain't getting away from us."

He kissed your neck possessively. "you're all mine now."

#this was a little light on the yandere #but i hope you like it!#yandere #yandere sans #sans #undertale #sans x reader #undertale imagines #yandere prompts

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downton-bridgerton · 9 months

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@adoracora-elizabeth asked for "Cobert + last kiss".

Cora was the first one to pull away from their long but sweet kiss, then smiling at her husband as she looks up and down at him in his war uniform.

“Be back safe to us.” she said “You and Matthew, most especially.”

“I’ll come running to your arms when I’m back.” Robert smiles.

The train then whistled loudly, and Robert smiles at her one last time.

“I love you.”

“And I love you more.”

But little did she know, that was their very last moments together…

…because it was only Matthew who ever came back.

#an AU where robert went to the front of the war in s2 #a bit angsty #but i hope you like it!#robert crawley #cora crawley #cobert #downton abbey #adoracora-elizabeth #mutuals #word drabble ask

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lil-shiro · 9 months

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strollonso, 38 (running out of time) thank you sooo much :))

Lance/Fernando 38,…because they’re running out of time

There’s a certain feeling in airports, where time and space are obsolete. Everyone is running on a different internal clock, some are rushing, urging the minutes to slow down, other’s are stuck, wishing the clock would tick faster.

Lance doesn’t know if he’s the former or latter.

He’s finally allowed to walk on his broken toe, with assistance of course, and his first order is to fly straight back home and start physio. It’s been a rough few weeks, but at least falling off his bike in Spain meant that Fernando could be by his side immediately.

In fact, he never left, clearing his schedule and cancelling all obligations to tend to Lance’s every need. They haven’t been dating for that long, so it’s a tall order, but Fernando has never been one to back down from a challenge.

Even today, he drove them, carried the younger’s bags, and insisted on pushing Lance in a wheelchair despite having a doctors note and whining that “it’s embarrassinggg”.

Of course the older never took no for an answer, only allowing the younger to stand once they’ve reached security. Where they have to part ways.

They stand facing each other as the minutes go by. Lance will have to go eventually but Fernando doesn’t relent the firm grip he has on his waist and lower back, afraid that without his support, Lance will come tumbling down.

Airports are generally more chaotic than not, sounds of luggage wheels rolling on smooth surface, constant announcements with updates, a myriad of languages being spoken.

Yet at that moment, it is as if they are the two people in existence, everything else around them a motionless blur.

Before, Lance had thought that this was just a game to Fernando, that he was just another pawn that had fallen for the king’s trap. It’s unrealistic, age gap aside, Lance has nothing to offer the older man, not even a functional wrist now.

But still.

He had stayed.

What was desperate kisses stolen in club alleyways, before relocating to spend the rest of the night in a penthouse, turned into tender embraces, as Fernando basically forced Lance to stay at his Barcelona house.

Now, Fernando kisses him carefully starting from his forehead to his cheek to his lips, as if they have all the time in the world.

But he also kisses him with intent, each peck carefully planned out and lingering, as if this is the last time Fernando will ever see him.

Their little pocket of space evaporates and Lance has to make his way through the gates. He takes one last glance at the other man, and has no doubt that nothing in the spacetime continuum, could keep them apart for too long.

#not sure how i feel about this one #but I hope you like it!#strollonso #writing #asks #lesharl-eclair #kiss meme

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mewnia · 1 year

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how do you sketch out bodies?

depends! Some people draw a silhouette first and then draw the person, some people build them from shapes, and some just go for it! I’m personally a mix of the last two :P

By building the character, it usually helps to build them from the bones-out. Definitely study the shape of the ribcage and pelvis! You don’t have to get the shapes exactly right. It’s more about getting beginner artists out of the habit of using perfect circles/ovals for everything. For me, the only places I use circles for are heads, joints, and the stomach. Otherwise, use organic shapes or rounded triangles! That helps to give a more natural look to the body. Because the body is organic! So your construction of it should be, too.

I usually place the head, first, and then get into lines of action. A Line of Action (LoA) is a general direction/movement/energy that you want the character to go. It can be used in a number of ways, but visualizing it as the spine is a good way to start.

The head grounds a specific area that I want the emphasis of the character to be in (the face is usually a strong focal point for characters, so it’s going to draw the most attention). The Line of Action is generally the energy/movement that I want my character to bend in, so I want to make sure that my proportions stay in the relative area that the line is in! After that, I figure out the LoA for the shoulders. For me, this helps figure out both the ribcage and the arms. It also gives a nice shelf for the head to float above :P

(think you can tell what line was my LoA in the second sketch above?)

Also, keep in mind that THE BODY RESPONDS TO ITSELF! Rarely does a human keep their pelvis, ribcage, head in a straight line. Head movement will change the direction of the spine, spine will change the pelvis, etc.

If you’re doing gesture drawings of a model, something that helps me figure out the motion of their body is to find the angels between either the chin, clavicle, sternum, bottom ribcage, belly button, and then the pubic. Depending on what you can see, of course. Gestures are fun! And if you’re struggling with finding a good method of the LoA for yourself, gesture drawing will for sure help you in that area.

Hope this helps! Sketching out bodies is different for everyone, with some similarities here and there. Don’t be afraid to try out different methods, and take from them what feels most comfortable for you. I can only tell you what ~I~ do, not what everyone should do :P

#tutorial #anon #mewnia’s pawprints #Advice #figure study #real busy with school so this might be a little more scattered #but I hope you like it!#sorry it’s late

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thedummysdummy · 1 year

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Taking It Up a Notch

She glanced at her phone, reading the confirmation for what had to be the fifteenth time. "I put the spare key in your bag while you were in the meeting with Boss this morning. And I've made sure his schedule is full until 6pm. Everything is set."

"Thanks, Goldman. You're the best wingman a girl could ask for. ;)" she typed out, tapping send and digging through her bag for the key to Victor's car.

It was a plan weeks in the making. After so many birthdays together, decorating the house had become…well, stale. Predictable. Still tradition, but it wasn't enough anymore. She came up victoriously with the small piece of metal and slipped it into her pocket.

Her heart soared, feeling light with joy. Victor would never expect this! She snapped her purse closed and set it on the dining table, pausing as the vibration of the phone inside buzzed loudly against the wood. The girl pounced on the bag, snatching out the phone and turning the screen on in one smooth motion.

But it wasn't Goldman. Victor's name filled her screen. "Oh hey Mr. CEO. How can I assist you?" the girl answered in her very most innocent voice.

"Don't make too much of a mess this year, dummy." Victor's deep voice filled her ear and a broad grin spread across her face. "I'm sure you're already standing in my living room with bags of nonsense." The grin faltered just slightly, but she comforted herself with the knowledge that he'd never guess the other half of her plan.

"I have meetings all day! We talked about it this morning. Is the boss starting to lose his memory?"

Victor chuckled on the other end of the phone and she could picture him shaking his head with that helpless half-grin on his handsome face. "You are the worst liar I've ever met. We both know that a certain dummy is incapable of leaving my house alone on my birthday. The only meetings you have are with streamers and balloons." He chuckled again and the sound of typing filled the spaces between his words. "Just don't spread glitter or confetti all over, fair? Unless you want to clean it all up on your own."

"Fair enough. But in exchange, you can't work late, you hear me? I'll be incredibly disappointed if you make us late to dinner." With the phone pressed between her ear and her shoulder, the girl pulled bags of decorations out from beneath the couch and started to sort through them. "Gotta go or I'll be late for my meetings. Those balloons and streamers are sticklers for being on time, you know. I love you."

A long sigh answered her. "I love you, too. And I won't be late if I can help it. I won't make any promises I can't keep, though. I'll call you when I'm getting in the car, fair enough? Goodbye."

She pouted, but set the phone down on the table and sorted through this year's decorations. Streamers, banners, balloons, ribbons, check. The roses should be delivered in…she glanced at the clock…half an hour. Then it was just a matter of getting everything set, getting to LFG, and enacting "Birthday Mission Operation B."

The bags of confetti…well, they would have to be used elsewhere, she supposed. That Victor! He always seemed to know everything. What did he do, find the decorations under the couch and look through them? He probably did, the coquettish little imp! Probably grinned the entire time, too.

Flowers arrived exactly when expected, dozens of peach roses and magnolias to round out the decor and fill the house with their sweet scent. And rose petals didn't count as confetti or glitter, right? They better not, because she sprinkled them literally over his bedspread and in a trail leading to the bathtub where she dumped the rest for later.

Unlit candles in the proper places rounded out this year's spectacle. The house glittered with crystals catching the light, pleased the ear with a soft soundtrack, and tickled the nose with sweet fragrance. The girl nodded with the smile crinkling the corners of her eyes. "Alright, Mr. Victor. Let's see you guess the rest!"

~~~

Goldman flitted around the office, doing his very best to act natural. Which, of course, meant he was utterly suspicious. Between every meeting, Victor smirked at his assistant just to see him squirm. Around 4:30, the second to last meeting ended and he called Goldman to his office.

The assistant arrived with a stack of papers and a guilty look on his face. “You needed me, Boss?” he asked, shifting the papers slightly to rest against his hip. “I’ve nearly finished recording these reports, and Mr. Baldwin is waiting downstairs for your final meeting. Did you want me to tell him you’re ready?”

“That will be fine. But first, I want you to tell me why you’ve been skulking around all day like you’re hiding something. What are you and the girl up to?”

“Nothing!” Goldman insisted, the word bursting from his lips the same time Victor finished his sentence. “I’m not up to anything! I swear! Just…uh…you know, keeping my promise to get you out of here on time. She made me swear I’d escort you out of the building if I had to.” He ran his fingers nervously through his fluffy brown hair, finding it difficult to look directly in his boss’s dark eyes.

Victor looked at him suspiciously, eyes narrowed but glittering with amusement. “Very well. Send up Mr. Baldwin. It wouldn’t do to keep her waiting to show me whatever ‘surprise’ she has planned this year.” He shooed Goldman out of the office and returned to his computer, the sound of the keyboard soon accompanying the ticking of his clock yet again.

Thirty minutes into the meeting with Mr. Baldwin, Victor remembered why he usually had Goldman schedule the man in the morning with other meetings directly after. He’d brought with him a fifteen page report, of which he’d managed to get through two. Without the pressure of knowing that the CEO had other obligations, he seemingly felt no pressure to fit within his assigned time slot.

Five-thirty came and went, six crept by, and by nearly seven they had reached the final page. “Thank you for your presentation, Mr. Baldwin. If you would leave that on the desk, I will go over it tomorrow. I happen to be nearly an hour late to meet with another person.” Victor stood and shook Mr. Baldwin’s hand, the plump man apologizing repeatedly for not realizing Victor had plans that evening. The CEO surely had changed in the last few years…

Goldman stood outside the office as the door finally opened, his face awash with relief. Despite never getting the angry texts he so fully expected, the guilt of breaking his promise of getting Victor out the door on time was eating him up. Victor chuckled and gestured toward the elevator. “Come on, let’s see what the girl has done to my house this year, shall we? I’m sure she’s quite distraught already that I’m an hour late.”

“You go on ahead, Boss. I forgot to grab my keys from my desk. I’ll catch up!” Goldman disappeared into his office and Victor carried on, a laugh rumbling lowly in his chest. He stepped into the elevator and pulled out his phone, leaning lightly against the wall as he pulled out his phone and dialed her number.

“Hi, I can’t answer the phone right now. Leave me a message, please!”

The familiar voicemail played in his ear and he sighed. Was she ignoring him out of annoyance that he was late? Or had she gotten so wrapped up in her preparations that she lost her phone again? Either was possible, truly. The only way to find out was to go home, so he stepped out of the elevator into the underground parking. Noticing that it was overly hot, he made a note to have maintenance check the heating system tomorrow.

His car was, unsurprisingly, the only one left in the lot. It was in the back corner, where the light above had gone out. Yet another note for maintenance, he supposed. As he approached, Victor couldn’t help noticing something strange about the windows. He saw…multicolored shapes inside? About five feet away he realized what it was: his entire car was filled with balloons. Back seat? All the way to the ceiling. Passenger side? Same story.

He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or roll his eyes. Had the girl really spent enough time blowing up balloons to fill the entire car? And how was he supposed to clean this up enough for both him and Goldman to fit? Victor pulled out his keys and finally settled on a laugh. Typical dummy behavior. He unlocked the door and climbed inside, staring at the balloons. Should he just…pop some of them? Or he could put them in the trunk, he supposed. Unless she filled that, too? These were all definitely going to end up in her apartment tomorrow…

As he thought, Victor thought he heard a small sound coming from the back seat. Almost like…snoring? He turned and shuffled a few balloons, jumping a little when he uncovered a face. A familiar and sleeping face. Sweat dripped down her cheeks and Victor panicked just a little, hoping she hadn’t overheated and fainted while waiting for him to get out of his meetings. Suddenly he realized why she’d been so intent on him getting out of work on time and he felt a pang of guilt deep in his gut.

At least he could start the car and get the air conditioning running. Victor inserted the key and turned, the engine roaring to life. The sound echoed in the empty garage and startled the girl awake. She jumped, eyes wide and a short squeal erupting from her lips.

“Looks like I’m the one who surprised you,” Victor rumbled, shaking his head at the look on the girl’s face. “Have you been waiting here all this time?”

She nodded and rubbed her eyes. On her cheek was a square, red spot where she’d been asleep on her phone screen. “I must have fallen asleep waiting for you to get done with work. But surprise!” She sleepily tossed her hands in the air, flinging balloons all over Victor. “What time is it, anyway?”

“Seven fifteen. You’re probably starving by now. Why don’t we stop by Delicioso on the way home and pick something up? I’ll have Goldman take us there before going to his home. Now help me get some of these balloons out of the way so I have somewhere to sit while he drives.”

The pair climbed out of the car, balloons spilling out as the girl opened the back seat. Goldman appeared out of seemingly nowhere, a smile pulling the corners of his mouth up toward his eyes. “Happy birthday, Boss! I bet you didn’t expect this!”

Victor shook his head and chuckled. “No, I can’t say I expected a car full of balloons and a sweaty, sleepy girl inside.” He opened the trunk and the trio began transferring balloons. Victor, despite keeping his face stern, couldn’t help but smile on the inside. He’d really lucked out with the most wonderful, loving partner on the planet. No, it wasn’t luck, actually. It was perseverance and patience. And a bit of a miracle on the side. Soon they were on their way home, and he found himself excited to see what else the girl had done for him on his birthday, purely out of love.

#birthday vic #a little fluff for you guys #i am back #sorry it took so long #but I hope you like it!#mlqc li zeyan #mlqc victor #mlqc fanfic #mr love queen's choice #mr love mobile #mr love victor #mr love victor fanfic #love and producer victor #love and producer li zeyan #love and producr fanfic #mlqc #evol x love #love and producer #mlqc victor fanfic

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