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anonymous asked:

What are the worst acting moments for each actor on poi?

Omg anon this is so negative! Imma put in best acting moment as well just to balance it out.

Hey people who can’t handle any criticism whatsoever of your favs – you might wanna skip over this!

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{PART 14} I Won’t Stop You (M) // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; You wake up feeling a mixture of happiness and confusion at the remembrance of your night with Jungkook. But he soon chases away all confusion - showing you, yet another side of him that you can’t help but enjoy. Meanwhile, Yoongi shares his thoughts with Namjoon, revealing part of his grand plan to him.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

Please note: This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature. 

{Part 1} // {Part 13} {Part 14} {Part 15}

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D&D 5E NPC - Leonardo Cadaval - Arcane Trickster

Art by: Kent Davis

Name: Leonardo Cadaval
Race: High Elf
Gender: Male
Height: 5ft 11′ / 1.80m
Age: 173
Class: Rogue (Arcane Trickster) 

STAT BLOCK:

Level: 8

AC 17 (Studded leather), Hp 55 (8d8 Hit Die), Proficiency +3, Speed 30ft,

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

languages: Common, Elvish, Thieves’ cant,

Ability Scores:
Str 12 (+1) Dex 20 (+5) Con 16 (+3) Int 18 (+4) Wis 13 (+1) Cha 14 (+1)

Attacks: Dagger of Venom (+9 to hit, 1d4+6 Piercing damage) and Off-hand Dagger of Venom (+9 to hit, 1d4+6 Piercing damage)

Spellcasting: 8th level Arcane Trickster, spellcasting ability is Intelligence (spell save DC 15, to hit with spell attacks +7)  

Spells:

Cantrips (at will): Mage Hand, Mending, Message, Minor Illusion, Prestidigitation,

1st level (4 slots): Alarm, Detect Magic, Disguise Self, Jump,

2nd level (2 slots): Invisibility, Spider Climb,

Skills: Acrobatics, Arcane, Deception, Perception, Sleight of Hand, Stealth,

Equipment: Two Daggers of Venom, Studded leather, Burglar’s Pack, Thieves’ Tools, 43gp,

Racial Traits: Darkvision (60ft / 18m / 12sqr), Trance (meditate for 4 hours instead of sleep), Fey Ancestry,

Class Features: Expertise (Arcane, Deception, Sleight of Hand, Stealth), Sneak Attack (4d6), Cunning Action, Roguish Archetype ( Arcane Trickster), Uncanny Dodge, Evasion,

PERSONALITY:

Leonardo Cadaval is a inquisitive but easily bored Rogue who’s taken up magic to enhance his skills.

Ideal: There’s nothing wrong with stealing spells, No one should selfishly hoard knowledge.

Bond: One day I’ll prove to those arrogant students at the arcane institute the meaning of humility.

Flaw: I have a bad habit of stealing from well prepared individuals.

I understand not believing in “once saved always saved”, the fear of losing salvation is easy to give into, but you know what? I really don’t think it makes any sense for God to send the Holy Spirit to dwell in someone and then like… just take Him back?

Especially when the Bible says He’ll dwell in us forever, not “until you do something bad enough to make Him leave”. ( John 14:16, Ephesians 1:13-14 )

If Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross was enough to cover anything we might’ve done before we’d been saved, why wouldn’t it be enough to cover what we’d done after? It’s not like we stop sinning after we’re saved ( Romans 7 ) even though now we don’t want to.

We’ll never be perfect until Jesus comes back. We’ll never be sinless until then. God’s not leaving you.

Weak Spot

Request: 1,13,14 for Thomas Jefferson for the fic thing! :D (I am garbage 😅) - anonymous

Word Count: 700+

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Warnings: Language, it gets a bit heated, implied smut

AU: Modern

Originally posted by alexanderlafayette

You woke up to find the space next to you empty. This didn’t alarm you because you knew that your boyfriend was up and making breakfast. You could smell the delicious food cooking throughout the apartment you two shared.

Slowly and still a little groggy, you climbed out of bed to get dressed. You picked up the first piece of clothing on the floor and slipped it on, it was long and came down to mid-thigh. You soon realized that it was Thomas’ shirt and shrugged, heading to the kitchen.

You walked up to your shirtless boyfriend and wrapped your arms around him, resting your head beneath his shoulder blades.

“Mornin’.” You breathed.

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Fic: 14 Seasonally Inappropriate Serenades (1/14)

Just because Blaine missed his chance to serenade Kurt on their first Valentine’s Day as friends doesn’t mean there aren’t other occasions now that they’re boyfriends. PG-13.  

1/14 - Your Song (Read on AO3 here)

Kurt and Blaine tentatively take each other’s hand on their walk through Dalton’s thawing campus. The budding trees make a picturesque setting for young lovers and provide a pretense for their stroll, although Blaine is certain Kurt would turn beet-red if Blaine applied the word lovers aloud to them. It’s too soon for that. It’s too soon to say the word love aloud either. He pretends to look at trees and looks at Kurt instead.

Blaine’s real goal? Figure this boy out so he doesn’t screw up being his boyfriend.

“Most iconic, romantic musical movie moment?” Blaine asks like he doesn’t have an ulterior motive. Kurt is contented enough to answer question after question about his likes and dislikes, and Blaine hopes they’ll be the guidance he needs.

“Ooh. Okay, ‘Come What May’ in Moulin Rouge for a proper duet, but if we’re going for a serenade, I’m going with ‘Your Song’.”

“Huh. I figured you’d lean more golden age in your choices. Moulin Rouge is only a few years old.” The movie wasn’t quite to Blaine’s taste at first. He saw the glimpses the ads provided, didn’t understand why it was so loud and fantastical even though he appreciated the artistry, and assumed he wasn’t its intended audience. He was drawn slowly to it anyway. Only once he he sat down with it, getting progressively closer and closer to the screen, popcorn forgotten in his lap, did he realize it was beautiful as well as overwhelming and like nothing he’d ever seen before. Funny how feelings develop.

“It’s so romantic,” Kurt confesses.

“Go on.” This could be a key. Blaine’s grasp of how to do romance needs all the help it can get.

“It cuts through everything else that’s going on, um…” – there’s that blush as Kurt searches for how to delicately describe Satine’s propositioning up to- and including crotch-grabbing and wreathing on the floor in furs – “…With her trying so hard to make herself whatever she thought he wanted. The scene leading into it is a chaotic mess, and then it stops because he sings. He unironically lays all his feelings at her feet. It’s real. It’s for her. She falls in love with him right there, and you understand completely.”

“You want that,” Blaine clarifies. He’s getting better at figuring Kurt out, now that they’ve been dating for weeks. If spilling emotions like an overladen shopper spills groceries is an attractive quality for Kurt, this bodes well for Blaine.

“Yes.” Kurt only hesitates for a moment. “I do.”

Something about laying feelings bare tugs at Blaine’s thoughts. “Valentine’s Day was rough, huh?”

“Because we were tragically single?” Kurt doesn’t sound the least bit sad now that he isn’t anymore.

“I thought it was ‘single with hope.’ Like the final lines in Sweet Charity, which is, like, even a worse ending to a musical than On The Town.”

Kurt shrugs cutely.

“I mean the part where I serenaded someone else.” One day it’ll be mostly funny. One day Blaine won’t feel inclined to wince at the memory. It makes him think of all the times he rehearsed that song opposite his bedroom mirror, thinking he could be the guy someone wanted that way. He perfected the looks he would give, the bravado he would assume as his own. He put himself out there, in front of strangers and his closest friends, and Jeremiah looked and said “no thanks.” He thought Jeremiah would like it, and he didn’t. Not at all.

All those headshakes from Kurt make so much more sense now.

“Yes, I was jealous, but it set us on this path where I told you my feelings, and the one drunken sleepover, one foam party, one parental sex talk, and one dead bird later…” Kurt’s laugh cuts himself off.

“It wasn’t like that!” Blaine laughs at Kurt’s joke anyway. All of those were things that happened, but really, it was Blaine’s adoration of Kurt growing the more he saw him.

Kurt squeezes his hand. “It’s not a bad memory. For me. Who cares about that guy now besides his hairdresser? Who cares that I have to wait for my serenades?”

“I’ll make it up to you.” Blaine can sing a bunch of love songs by heart. He doesn’t need to wait for Valentine’s Day to come back around for a chance to say what he feels.

“There’s nothing to make up!”

Too late. Blaine already spots a park bench he can hop onto and starts to sing the song Kurt chose.

You Are Watching: GHOST KING (part 15)

(( Beta read by @honestoafault ))

Is there a word that is a mixture of, ‘I fucking knew it!’ and, ‘say whhhaaaattttttt?’ Because if there was, Will was pretty sure he was feeling it. He was feeling it in his soul. His goddaamn soul people.

Because yeah, he had been sorta suspicious of the fact that Nico could be Ghost King ever since Percy had shown him his videos, but actually finding out was….woah…it was kinda unbelievable. And yeah maybe the matching handwriting was just a coink-a-dink (not!), but it certainly did add another piece of evidence to Will’s already impressive pile. The blond was so sure though, that Ghost King was actually his crush. But he needed to be one hundred percent sure before he jumped in and pointed fingers or declaring it as a fact. If he wanted to know for real, with no uncertainty….he was going to have to ask Nico himself………..after he kissed him.

Yeah he was still going to kiss him.

True finding out that the boy he was in like-like somewhat love with was actually a YouTube sensation and now television star was shocking to say the least, it honestly only made his feelings grow. He idolized Ghost King, he was great, plus Lou said he was pretty cool, and Will always trusted what Lou said, well sometimes, and now knowing that he was Nico di Angelo, cutest Italian to ever walk the Earth, yeah you could say he was pretty ecstatic!

But how would he bring it up to the Italian without angering him or worse, scaring him?

He would find a way because Nico was worth it, Nico would always be worth it. No matter what.

With those thoughts, Will drifted off to bed.

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Nico, being the insamniac he was, was still awake at the ungodly hour of four AM. He couldn’t help it, okay! Truthfully he thought it was more hereditary than habitual. Mainly because his father was always awake at the same hours he was, Persephone hated it. She always lectured them whenever she could. Sometimes they could just laugh her off but sometimes she was scary, like really scary, and they would listen to her.

Despite not liking her at first, actually Nico was pretty sure they both despised each other when they first met. I mean, Nico actively tried to break them up, he and Bianca pulled a straight up Nanny McPhee, except there was no Nanny McPhee, only rambunctious children trying to get their dad’s attention while simultaneously trying to ruin his relationship and betrothal to another woman that wasn’t there late mother.

Needless to say it failed, but Nico was happy that it did, and though Seph(Nico liked to call her that) wasn’t his mother, well technically she was, she understood she wasn’t Nico nor Bianca’s and now, nor Hazel’s mother’s, she could never be them, but she would be there for them, she would be a good mother to them, and she would love them. And Nico deeply respected that, and he loved her. Even if her cooking could kill a person.

Okay it wasn’t that bad, but the poor woman just could not cook. Not like his mama. Maria di Angelo could cook. She was the best cook, or at least Nico thought so, but her specialty was cookies, God could she make a good cookie. When he was younger, Nico was sure that her cookies could cure anything and everything. He vaguely remembers her taking him and Bianca to the hospital to help pass out her packages of cookies to the patients. All of them. That was a long night of cooking. He remembers waking up early to help package everything, all different kinds of cookies for every patient. He remembers loving seeing them smile or meeting a new patient, whenever there was a new patient, his mama would automatically take down their favorite cookie, and if they didn’t have one or didn’t like cookies she made it her mission to make one they would love.

Oh yeah, back in Italy, Maria had her own bakery, apparently that’s how her and his dad had met, he was a law student and during a time of stress ran away to Italy to essentially destress. Hades didn’t have a lot of money, sure his father was rich but he hated his father and refused to be bought by his money. And one of the only places he could afford to eat at in Venice, Italy was Maria’s and her mother’s small restaurant, Le Papille Danzanti, they ran it while Maria’s father was in Washington DC for business. Hades fell in love with the food and Maria and well long story short Bianca was born and then Nico!

Hades didn’t talk much about their mom but Nico remembers him telling Bianca that she was the spitting image of Maria, while Nico had a weird combination of her personality and his. But Bianca got their mother’s cooking talent, while Nico surprisingly got her baking abilities. His cookies were nowhere as good as hers but as her Dad and Persephone like to tell him, they were pretty damn good.

Okay.

He made up his mind.

Since he didn’t think he was brave enough to tell Will his feelings, or show them for that matter, maybe he could bake him some cookies?

Would Will like that?

He hoped so because he was already making his way to the kitchen. And putting on a headband to get his bangs out of the way.

He quickly checked if he had all the ingredients he needed before he smiled and set to work.

He was going to make the best Southern Cream Cookies ever, and they would help him win Will’s heart!

He was sure of it!

Beginning to hum he set off to make the cookies

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Prega il Signore! (Praise the Lord!) the cookies were done! Mama di Angelo would be proud, at least Nico hoped she would be. He was actually proud of himself, it had been awhile since he baked. He even made some for his family to have as well. But he wrapped those ones in plain wrapping while he found some heart printed wrapping from last Valentines day when Persephone made everyone cupcakes ( rocks. Rocks with frosting. ). It wasn’t too cliché…..right? Well, Will was basically a living breathing cliché so Nico thought it was okay. He carefully put his dishes in the dish washer, because he hated hand washing dishes, he was certain that it was an ancient form of torture, and slowly made his way upstairs to his room with Will’s cookies.

He was exhausted and was glad to know he could catch a couple hours of sleep before he had to get ready for school. He was ready for today.

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Okay. He was lying. Nico was not ready for today.

I repeat he was not!

Once he got to school he was set on asking Will to eat lunch with him like he had planned, only Will asked him. Which yeah wasn’t weird, but there was this look in Will’s eyes, something Nico couldn’t figure out. That’s what was weird, Will was practically an open book, so for Nico to not be able to figure out his expression was more than a little nerve wracking.

Had Nico done something wrong? Did he find out that Nico was basically in love with him? Or did he find out that Nico was actually Ghos- okay Nico was not going to finish that silly thought.

But he was a bundle of jitters by the time he made it to Demeter’s Garden for lunch with Will.

And of course, Mr. Sunshine was already there. And he laid down a blanket? Okay that was weird too. Usually they sat in their jackets or just the grass.

“Hey Neeks!” Will exclaimed as he saw Nico approach.

“H-Hey Sunshine..” Nico mumbled with a shy smile as he sat beside Will on the blanket, that was upon closer inspection a Mighty Morphing Power Ranger blanket, and it was soft.

“How’re you doi-”

“I made you something!” Nico blurted and immediately blushed afterwards. It was clear that Will was surprised, but then he smiled, and was he…was he blushing? Nah, it must be Nico’s imagination.

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“For me? Awww what is it?” Will asked, surprisingly calm despite his heart playing a solo Metal piece at the moment, and butterflies having a mosh pit in his stomach.

He could clearly see Nico blushing. And he was adorable.

“I-I made you cookies.” He mumbled as he pulled out a small….heart patterned bag?

Will carefully took them from Nico and opened the bag…what hit him for at was the familiar aroma, then he actually looked at them and gasped in joy. “Are these?”

Nico simply nodded before replying. “I know they’re your favorite….”

Will happily pulled out a cookie a sank his teeth into it. And oh god. Oh goodness….these were fantastic! No they were divine!

“Oh my god….” Will moaned out as he finished the cookie.

“These are amazing Nico! I had no idea you could bake!”

The Italian seemed to blush more and chuckle as he shrugged.

“What’s the occasion?” Will asked as he took another bite out of a cookie.

He could see Nico stiffen and look down at his hands in his lap. “W-Well you see……I-I’m not great with words…..or a-actions…..and I thought that this would be a good way……to uh…..well……um….”

This couldn’t be……could it? Was Will going crazy or was Nico di Angelo actually trying to confess to him? He was going crazy, he had to be!

But oh god, that is what it seemed like.

Will gulped down the cookie in his mouth, was it getting hot out here? When did his heart begin to race? And was his hands always this sweaty?

Before he could think of it, Will felt himself slide a hand around Nico’s waist, he heard Nico squeak rather cutely at that, and his other hand landed on the back of the dark haired boy’s head as he brought him closer and them it happend.

Their lips touched.

At first Will was afraid he read too much into it, but then he felt Nico relax and cup his face shyly.

They were kissing and it was perfect.

No, their was no heavenly choir singing in the background. And no it wasn’t full of passion. It was awkward, their noses bumped, and their lips were barely pressed against one another but to Will it was perfect.

Nico’s lips were as soft as he imagined, and surprisingly cool.

The two pulled away, both sporting equally red blushes. They didn’t say a word, only gazed into the other’s eyes before deciding to lean in for another kiss, and after that one another. And then another. After that one they pulled back and began to laugh and simply hug each other.

“You? But I thought you would never!” Nico explained his voice full of glee. Will hugged him tighter as he continued to laugh.

“Me neither! But I’m so happy, Nico! I’m so happy!” Will gushed as he pulled them down to lie on the blanket accidentally knocking over Will’s already open backpack.

“Nico di Angelo…I like you…..like a lot.” Will confessed.

Nico smiled softly down at him. “William Solace….I really li- what’s that?” Nico asked with a tilt of his head. Will followed his line of sight and saw….


Crap! The picture and the card in the pile of his school supplies! Those weren’t supposed to come out till later!

Will looked up at Nico just as Nico looked down at him.

Will quickly flipped them over in panic and slight adrenaline and blurted out, “I know you’re Ghost King!”