Growing Pains

Originally posted by harrysimpact

Hello, everyone! I’ve decided to start writing again. This will be a three-part series as of right now so I hope you enjoy the first installment. 

A special shout out to @hcrrystvles for editing this, I love you bb.

dad!harry + teacher!harry

warnings: mentions death, nostalgia, fluff. loads of fluff.

word count: 3,648

summary: the one where Harry’s a school teacher who finds himself teaching the daughter of his first love

Every day that students walked into room 202, they were instantly greeted by the sweet smell of cinnamon buns and vanilla (an air freshener Harry always kept plugged into the wall when he first started working there because it smelt too much like wood). Fairy lights hung above the perimeter of the room, pictures students have drawn covered the wall behind the metallic desk which was covered in magnets. The whole classroom just felt warm. Stepping into Mr. Styles’ year 3 classroom felt like a hug from a friend you haven’t seen in years. It was a safe space for both little ones and teachers alike, no one ever left the room without a bright smile on their face. That was Harry’s specialty.

Harry had taken his job as a teacher very seriously as he took it upon himself to teach the younger generations the most valuable lessons. Not multiplication and cursive writing like the other teachers would say, but things like positivity, acceptance, and kindness. Harry took pride in knowing that when each and every one of his students left his classroom at the end of the year, they carried his teachings with them for the rest of their lives.

Tonight was back to school night and Harry felt himself getting a little nervous as he looked at the time. Parents could be brutal and all he wanted was to be on their good side. He had a feeling this year was about to be little easier though. This year the parents of his students were most likely his age and it brought a strange sense of comfort to him. He could tell because the kids were a lot more open minded and though he wouldn’t admit it, he had a few favorites. Like Harper. The little girl made him feel nostalgic in the strangest way. Maybe it was because she was quite witty for a 7-year-old or that she had an interest in joining his after school choir, but it was something else about her that he couldn’t quite put a finger on.

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Satin is a beautiful and petite, solid black long-haired girl kitty with a curious nature, about 8 to 10 years old.  She loves to explore and poke around into all the nooks and crannies of her surroundings.

Satin is staying with the Cat Rescue and Adoption Network in  Eugene, Oregon. She lived all her life with an elderly couple until they could no longer care for her when they moved into a long-term care facility.  She is now looking for a new home where there are loving humans to pet her, interesting cubbies to explore, and windows full of light.

She is reserved at first, but soon shows her affectionate and curious nature when she feels safe and comfortable. She likes a good scratching post but would rather cuddle next to you on the sofa while you read a book and stroke her head, than play with toys or run around.  She could possibly coexist with one other quiet kitty, but would likely be happiest as an only cat.  We do not know how she is around dogs.

Satin has been tested for feline leukemia and FIV, spayed, microchipped, vaccinated, defleaed and dewormed, plus you get a free vet visit.

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anonymous asked:

HC's for harry having a crush on the daughter of the Cheshire Cat who hangs out w him, uma and Gil on the island just bc it's more fun (bc she isn't a villain so she isn't forced there and she can move in and out of wonderland as she wants) ? TYSM!!!!!!

Ooh, I love the Cheshire Cat, he’s such an interesting and complex character!

I’d assume that her name would be Chess.

  • One of Chess’ strangest feature is her turquoise eyes with cat-like pupils. Not many people in Auradon possess such a striking physical trait. Her purple and pink hair combo does turn a few heads as well.
  • When Chess first discovered that she could teleport herself to the Isle of the Lost, she doesn’t tell a soul as it was her own little secret. Sometimes she would grow bored of life in Auradon and wanted a change of scenery so she’d teleport onto the Isle to raise some hell.
  • Chess met Harry while she was exploring the Isle; he was the most attractive man Chess had ever seen, even the Auradon boys couldn’t compare to him.
  • “You may have noticed that I’m not all there myself”
  • Harry discovers that Chess is just as crazy as him and he loves it. He soon introduces her to the rest of the crew members; they love her.
  • However, Chess gets on Uma’s bad side. Uma doesn’t get how she can think that Auradon is boring. Why would she even want to come to the Isle, out of all places, out of her own free will?
  • From then on, Chess visits Harry and the rest of the crew a couple times a week.
  • Some mistaken her as a VK, but in reality, she is neutral.
  • There is always a mischievous grin playing on her lips.
  • Being naturally curious, she often gets into some sort of trouble, whether it be pissing off an Isle dweller or just causing chaos. Harry always comes and saves the day and protects her.
  • She often pulls pranks on Harry by stealing his precious hook or hat. She sometimes gets Harry into trouble with his captain.
  • She also likes to give Uma some hell every once in a while too, as she enjoys Uma’s angry outbursts.
  • Sometimes, Gil often forgets that Chess can turn invisible and evaporate anywhere; it gets him every time.
  • She likes to keep everyone guessing, as she evaporates in the most randomness places and times.
  • At first, she didn’t want to go anywhere near the Queen of Hearts and her offspring but soon finds that pranking them is fun.
  • Likes to sleep up in high places, Harry always worries that she’s going to fall and hurt herself.
  • Chess once evaporated in Harry’s room while he was undressing, and she was a blushing mess.

I may have gone overboard with this one, I could think of thousands of things but I don’t want it to get too long. I basically just wrote the start of a fanfic here people, omg…but I just love doing HC’s for possible OC’s!

Arya & Rhaeyns: A Stark/Targaryen Analysis

Part 1: Arya & Good Queen Alysanne


Rhaenys was the youngest child of the 3 Dragons that conquered Westeros and second daughter of Aerion Targaryen.

Aegon had a deep love and affection for Rhaenys and was far more detached with Visenya. So the fact that Jon feels deeply for Arya is an advantage that we can’t ignore.

Rhaenys’ personality is described as: Playful, curious, IMPULSIVE, and given to flights of fancy.

These are descriptions that would describe Arya. There are many moments in the books where Arya’s wolf-blood is on display: her impulsive and curious nature has her exploring new things, meeting new people and doing what she wants. Whereas, Sansa is sterner, reserved, follows the rules and minds her courtesies. It seems like she will grow to be even colder and sterner as the story unfolds.  Nothing like Rhaeyns.

*Dancing: Arya is a water dancer, just like her needlework, she does it a different way. Arya’s water dancing is like ballet. She is completely enthralled by this style of sword-fighting. Rhaeyns was a fan of Poetry and she also “supported many a singer, mummer, and puppeters.” Arya is literally working her mummer skills, living and working amongst them, and absolutely loves it. An interesting note: Arya remembers fondly learning the speeches in “The Conqueror’s Two Wives” (about Aegon & his sister wives). As Mercy, she enjoyed working in the plays and memorised other actors’ lines for no reason other than her enjoyment.



Arya has the strongest connection to wolves and still has her direwolf and is deeply connected to golden-eyed Nymeria. Arya is a warg and a skin-changer. There are credible cases to be made that Arya could one day ride a dragon herself, skin-changing one or with the help of Bran.

Out of the 3 Dragon conquerors, Rhaeyns was the most connected to her dragon.

Rhaenys and her Dragon Meraxes: “It was said that Rhaenys spent more time on dragonback than her brother and sister combined, for above all things she loved to fly.”

Arya not only has a connection with actual Dragons and calls them “old friends”, but she also wants to grow wings and fly. Arya says wants to see a “dragon”. GRRM uses dragon imagery in Arya’s chapters. She dreams of seeing a Dragon while remembering Old Nan’s tales, which happen to be the truest foretelling of things to come.

*Also interesting: GRRM includes an image of Arya gazing at Blarion the Black Dread, which just so happens to be Aegon the Conquer’s dragon. The only other major characters that are alive in the asoiaf that are also depicted in GRRM’s book TWoI&F were Jon & Dany.



So not only is Rhaeyns the most connected to her dragon and spends the most time on dragonback, she also said she wanted to fly on her golden-eyed Meraxes and cross the Sunset sea and discover what is West of Westeros. *squealing*

So Rhaeyns is also an adventurer at heart, brave and independent.



Arya (like her heroine Nymeria) will never be a battlefield warrior like Visenya. Nymeria was a commander and leader of her people. This is similar to Rhaenys, who was more a strategist than a combat warrior. Rhaeyns also has a vengeful side as we saw with her attack on Storm’s End,

“Rhaenys wrought vengeance upon the attackers of Orys, robbed them of familiar territory to use in the future, and struck a healthy dose of fear into the stormlords, who warned King Argilac of the dragon and her rider.”

When Rhaeyns tried to take Dorne, going on her own the first time, shows how much trust Aegon put in her, and how powerful she was with Meraxes. Rhaenys was fearsome as she threatens Dorne with bloody retribution, Rhaenys replied, “but we will come again, princess, and the next time we shall come with fire and blood.”

*SPYING:  Arya’s talents in this area are well documented with her training in the HoBW. She also demonstrates early signs of being an excellent spy BEFORE arriving to Braavos. When she was a prisoner in Harrenhal reading Roose’s letters or climbing a huge tree at the God’s Eye lake to scout miles ahead for help. Rhaenys also used this ability, “Spying from dragonback, Rhaenys could report the movements of the Storm King’s host without Argilac himself having any way to counter her scouting (as he might have with traditional ground-based scouts).”



Rhaenys focused on building allegiances and paid particular attention to the smallfolk (A common trait shared with Queen Alysanne Targaryen) and a strong link with the Stark child most linked with the smallfolk. Even before everything went to hell, a highborn Arya at Winterfell valued people for who they were, she was curious to listen to their stories and learn about their lives, and saw no class and just saw them as human beings. Arya has a natural charm, friendly and connects with people instantly:

“Sansa knew all about the sorts of people Arya liked to talk to: squires and grooms and serving girls, old men and naked children, rough-spoken freeriders of uncertain birth. Arya would make friends with anybody.”

After everything Arya went through in the Riverlands, being a prisoner at Harrenhal, with the Hound and the BwB and her training with the FM… The Arya we knew in Winterfell is still under there, charming as ever and a magnet for the smallfolk:

Cat had made friends along the wharves; porters and mummers, ropemakers and sailmenders, taverners, Brewers and bakers and beggars and whores. (Cat of the Canals, A Feast for Crows)

[Merry’s] girls were nice as well; Blushing Bethany and the Sailor’s Wife, one-eyed Yna who could tell your fortune from a drop of blood, pretty little Lanna, even Assadora, the Ibbenese woman with the mustache. They might not be beautiful, but they were kind to her. (Cat of the Canals, A Feast for Crows)

Arya even risks her own life to save a 3 year old lowborn orphan girl from burning alive in the flames. Before this moment, she ran into this battle screaming, “Winterfell! Winterfell! Winterfell!” 

Arya’s treatment and regard for Northmen are well pointed out in the books. She prays for their release while in the Godswood at Harrenhal. She calls them her pack. Her people.

For more quotes on Arya’s Leadership/Queendom, read ashotofjac’s excellent analysis here:




Aegon loved Rhaeyns the most, their closeness being the reason he married her, despite already having Visenya. He openly makes his affection for Rhaeyns obvious. Aegon was more distant with Visenya and treated his marriage with her as one of duty.

Jon & Aegon Receive Important Letters

Rhaeyns goes to Dorne to put down another rebellion when Meraxes is killed and Rhaeyns is never seen again. Her body is never returned to King’s Landing. There are many theories on how she died. Dorne later send Rhaeyns’ dragon’s skull to her husband King Aegon as a cruel taunt. But Dorne also wanted peace and Aegon received a letter:

King Aegon was determined to refuse the offer until Princess Deria placed in his hands a private letter from her father, Prince Nymor. Aegon read it upon the Iron Throne, and men say that when he rose, his hand was bleeding, so hard had he clenched it. He burned the letter and departed immediately on Balerion’s back for Dragonstone. When he returned the next morning, it was done. He had agreed to the peace and signed a treaty to that effect. (“Dorne: Dorne Against the Dragons”, The World of Ice and Fire)

It is commonly believed that what was said in that the letter revealed Rhaeyns was currently captive and being tortured in the most horrible ways by the Ullers - a sadistic House full of rage over Rhaeyns’s first visit to Dorne and all the burning her dragon did. The letter asked for peace between 2 sovereign Kingdoms, and in return Dorne would give Rhaeyns mercy and end her suffering. We see the actions of Aegon, who bleeds first, fists clenched so tightly, and acts immediately and accepts peace. Weakening his own position and risking rebellion among other powerful Houses. He never thought twice. He gave Dorne the peace they asked for.

Jon faces a similar dilemma in Dance, when his beloved sister is held captive and married off to a monster and sinister family - House Bolton. (much like the Ullers) Jon looks physically sick after reading the first letter with Arya’s marriage proposal. Jon wants to choke Ramsay to death with his own bare hands. Jon then breaks his NW vows and sends a King to rescue his sister. Notice his reaction once he received yet another Letter and learns the rescue had failed: “Snow?” said Tormund Giantsbane. “You look like your father’s bloody head just rolled out o’ that paper.”

Jon gathers Northmen to march to War in Arya Stark’s name. I love the fact that Flints are among the Northmen marching. Arya is named after Arya Flint, Ned’s grandmother. The Flints were former Kings of Winter and have the blood of the First Men. Arya’s name literally means “Nobility”.

Jon has broken several vows, too many for some brothers in black and they kill him for it.

Jon dies thinking about his lost sister. Stick ‘em with the pointy end…


My first haul on this account!✨✨
I went to the two shops on different days but I’m counting this as one haul bc it was all done during the same holiday trip

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• Calvin Klein racerbacks x4 - £120.00
• Calvin Klein knickers x8 - £160.00
• Calvin Klein black cropped tee - £45.00
• Black Stardust slip dress - £25.00
• Lettuce edged culottes - £39.00
• Floral bardot crop top - £25.00

• Brandy Melville Jamie cherries tee - £20.00
• Illustrated People heart tee - £25.00
• Orelia lotus hoops x2 - £30.00
• Orelia starfish studs - £12.00
• Orelia love knot bangle - £15.00
• Orelia open star bangle - £12.00
• Orelia fake septum piercings x2 - £30.00
• Gold stone ring - £12.50
• Starfish ring - £6.50
• Shell hoops x2 - £17.00
• Gold drop choker - £5.00
• Her Curious Nature temple hoops - £22.50
• Gold leaf hoops - £8.00
• La Boheme white slip - £35.00
• La Boheme pink slip - £35.00
• Pale blue teddy - £35.00
• Bridal suspender belt - £16.00
• Ivory bridal triangle bra - £18.00
• Bridal mini knickers x2 - £24.00
• Pink lacy triangle bra - £20.00
• Broderie lace bras x2 - £40.00
• Branded black knickers - £5.00
• Floral appliqué bra - £26.00
• Fabric nipple covers - £6.00
• The Ragged Priest denim jacket - £75.00
• TonyMoly Petite Bunny Gloss Bar in cherry - £7.00
❤️Total: £971.50 !!!!!❤️

Simple Thrills.

The fortune teller was never wrong. If you had the money and the guts, she could show you the last moments right before you died. I knew people who had been to her and told of what they had seen. I’ve seen her predictions come true on several occasions.

It didn’t take too much thought before I decided to see her myself. I’m naturally curious. The vision she showed me was stunning. As I gazed into her crystal ball, the world faded and I was walking down the back road near my house, in the dark. The crickets chirped in the shadows. The crisp, cold air nipped at my nose. And then darkness. I didn’t see how I died. The fortune teller said we didn’t always see our deaths, sometimes just the moments before. The ball, she said, showed us only what we needed to see.

That vision changed my life. It’s easy to take risks when you know they aren’t risky. That back road I’m supposed to die on? It’s not the only way to get to my house. All I had to do is avoid it and I didn’t have to worry about a thing. I could go bungie jumping or sky diving or swim with sharks without worry of lasting harm. I was able-bodied in my vision so I knew nothing bad could happen to me. And the thrills were wonderful. But of course, thrills quickly stop becoming thrills when you take away the danger.

Don’t get me wrong: I still love the extreme sports and the risky adventures. I ran with the bulls last month. I had a blast. But lately I’ve taken to a different type of thrill. Once a month, after the sun goes down, I put on my coat and I take a walk, right down the road. Yeah, that road.

As I walk down that road, hear the crickets chirp, feel the cold wind blowing through my hair, I find myself undergoing a transformation. The solid, fearless foundation I have in the face of cliffs and sharks and charging bulls starts to fracture and crumble with every step I take. As I approach the spot where the fortune teller’s vision goes black, I feel my chest tighten. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. The sound of the crickets gives way to the thrum of blood as my heart frantically pumps. I shudder and then close my eyes, waiting, wondering if this is the moment I die. I continue to walk, eyes closed, and brace for the icy sting of a blade or the fangs of some unknown beast. Fear floods my mind and when I can take it no longer, I open my eyes again, never knowing whether I’ll see the end of my street or the grinning visage of Death.

And for that glorious moment in time, I feel truly alive.


A/N - So, this is a Darkiplier thing I wrote FOREVER ago based on A Date With Markiplier kinda. I actually used most of the text from it so yea. Theres more to it but I thought I’d just post this for now!! Also, the way I worded it makes him sound kinda creepy?? Oops..


Everything was seemingly normal when Mara returned home. She fixed dinner for herself and Mark, trying her best to make something that would taste somewhat decent. Last time she made an attempt to cook anything, she almost burnt the kitchen down. This time however, she made spaghetti which wasn’t all that hard, though he would eat just about anything she made

But she didn’t feel bad, nor was she angry or scared. There was no stalker demon following her around at the moment, no little girl chanting weird things with an inhuman voice. Normal, right?

Waiting for him to get home made her nervous. She could just imagine something going wrong. With her, no matter what she did, or whom she was with, something always went wrong.

Nothing happened although. He got home, they sat down, they ate, laughed about the day’s events. Everything ran smooth until the phone rang.

Of course, it wasn’t who was on the phone that was the problem, it was what happened while she was gone. Her mother had called, rambling about something her father had did, he fell off the ladder while cleaning the gutters but she could hear him in the background yelling something along the lines of ‘Would you shut your mouth woman I am alright’.

She chuckled softly at her parents bickering before she heard what sounded like a piece of silverware fall to the floor. Furrowing her brow, she said her goodbyes and hung up the phone. Her heart beat faster when she made her way into the dining room.

“Mark, honey, is everything alright?” Almost immediately she noticed that the man sitting at the table wasn’t her Mark. It was something else. Sure, it looked like him but he was far from being him.

Her breath hitched in her throat when he looked up. The knife in his hand was being twirled around on the plate and his eyes were dark red. Covering his lips was a familiar smirk, one she had only seen on random faces in a crowd. But now he had taken things to the next level and possessed someone closer to Mara with intentions of using it against her. And yet, she wasn’t in fear for her life. She was attracted to him ever since she first came in contact with this inhuman creature.

“Did you miss me?” He set the knife down as he looked her in the eyes. “I missed you very much.” Standing up he walked over, causing her to back up against the wall. He stopped suddenly, chuckling at her body language.

“I’ve waited a long time to see you again… To talk to you…” the demon clenched his jaw then, his mood changing suddenly, his voice growing deep.

“I’ve been pushed aside, replaced… mocked.” He took a few steps closer then. Mara was unable to move yet, even if she could run, she didn’t want to. “Never again.”

It was then he raised his voice, anger filling his words. “I have been waiting patiently. You promised to let me in.” She shook her head, desperately wanting to speak, to say something. But she kept her mouth shut. “I’m tired of giving you a choice Mara.” He was close now, standing right in front of her. He could reach out at any moment. As if one cue he took a strand of her hair, twirling it around his finger causing her to tense up.

If it wasn’t for her curious nature, she would have ran, fought back, done anything to get her Mark back, but she needed to know what he was going to say, what he wanted. And whatever he wanted wouldn’t be easy for her to give, that much she knew.

“But I suppose,” he says, “I can give you one, last option.” His signature smirk pulled at his lips as he spoke. “I can let you suffer for the rest of your life, carry on your days with me haunting you or, you can spend an eternal life with me and escape this hell you call life.”

Mara spoke finally. “No. No. I don’t want that, I don’t want anything. Just leave me alone-” he cut her off suddenly with the snap of his fingers and before she knew it, they were both sitting at the table in their respective seats, the table covered in food she didn’t make.

“If dinner is what you want, then I can provide” he gestured to the meal before them, it was much fancier than what she had made. “And I can take you wherever you’d like to go. Or I can especially take you to places that you don’t want to go.”

“I don’t wanna go anywhere with you” Mara muttered these words under her breath, the demon being unable to hear or he just chose to ignore her comment.

“It’s exciting knowing that there are endless possibilities.” he says to her. This was crazy. He was crazy. If there’s one thing she knew she needed to do, it was get rid of him. Yet, somehow she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

He stood up suddenly, knocking the chair back and slamming his hand down on the table. There was a darkness growing around them, The more he spoke, the angrier he grew, the darker the room got.

“I can give you anything!” she flinched at his tone, though somehow she wasn’t scared. “I’ve been waiting a long time to get some personal time between us. There’s nothing you, or anyone else can do to stop me.” He regained his composure and situated his tie. Walking around to the other side of the table he gestured for her to stand up. Of course Mara followed his instructions, moving the chair back she stood up next to him. Pulling her towards him, he brought his face close to hers.

“Now that we are here together, we can really get to know one another. You just need to let me in, simple as that…” He gave her a sly smirk as he slowly leaned down, putting his lips next to her ear. She didn’t try to pull away or run, or push him back. She stayed where she was, even moving closer.

“You’re never going to escape Mara, not now, not ever.” he whispered those words, his breath tickling her neck. She now knew exactly what she was going to do. What she needed to do. It was time she gave in, let him in and escape from this terrible life. And that’s exactly what she did.

Hero of Ferelden, Elgara Mahariel

It was once said that Elgara Mahariel could talk herself out of any situation, a skill that proved surprisingly useful as she traveled Ferelden during the Fifth Blight. If asked, her fellow Dalish clan members would describe her as fearless and adventurous, to put it in kinder terms. (In truth, her curious nature had caused no small number of headaches in her early youth.) Elgara took to her newfound leadership position easily (and with some enjoyment), and if she was still grieving over the events that had occurred before being recruited into the Grey Wardens, she never let it show. 

Unusual - Pt. 18

Summary: The Winchesters found her in Crowley’s supernatural prison guarded by a dozen of demons. Keeping her as leverage without even knowing she’s the big key everyone is looking for.

Autor: deanwinchester-af

Pairings: Dean x OFC (Eventually)

Characters: Dean Winchester, Katherine Pierce, Sam Winchester, Benny.

Words: 4.1k+

Warnings: None.

Beta: @blacktithe7

A/N: Its been a while but here’s another chapter of my series re-write. 

Title: Untraveled Thoughts



Katherine found herself wishing for her powers to come back every once in awhile. She missed the perks of having super strength, speed, or in this specific time; hearing. Katherine furrowed her brows witnessing a mysterious Sam speaking on the phone. His words were short, ‘Yeah’ and ‘Are you sure?’. There is a truce between Katherine and Sam, but there’s been something off about him over the last few days. Her curious nature needed to know what the younger Winchester was planning. Dean came into view, bags of food on hands.

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Zangya didn’t let her sight roam around, the entire time her focus remained on his dark hues.

It was harder than she thought, however.

The Hera woman blamed it on her curious nature.

Fine. That annoying smirk and the question certainly caught her off guard for a bit there. But she quickly took charge of the situation the second she realized she could make this way worse for him.

So she accepted the Saiyan’s invitation and did just that- joined him.

Stepping into the running water after taking off her boots, she dared him further with an impish smirk.

“Care to take them off for me?” Referring to her clothes.

Let’s see how long you can play pretend.


Of Public Sector and Golden Sukonbu

Title: Of Public Sector and Golden Sukonbu 
Fandom: Gintama
Pairing: Okita Sougo x Kagura / light implications of a certain BL pairing go figure
Rating: PG-13
Word Count (MS Word): 3,050

Warm-up fic since it’s been sooooo loooong since I wrote one. Not sure if I still have it ‘cause the plot went down the drain halfway into the story.

For @rinrinsamurai, because the ‘golden sukonbu’ term came from her and her phone auto corrected a certain word to ‘public sector’, causing both of us to laugh hysterically whenever we mention it.

Anyway, enjoy!

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The Deep-Below

A #microfiction for anyone who ever feels like they’re sinking…

They called her Pearl, because you could always find her curled up at the bottom of the ocean.

When she was young, she had been a sleepy child and would often drift to the floor of the shallow oceans (that all the mer-pups stuck to) and curl up in a soft bed of kelp.

They had joked that these blankets were her shell. In her adolescence, the elders taught her (as they taught all with the talent for depths) how to forage the fruits of the sea and scavenge the wrecks of the over-water. And she began to experiment with making clothes out of those warm fronds of kelp, so she could carry her shell with her everywhere.

Whether she wore them or not, she always carried a little bit of the depths around in her head. You could see it in the inky depths of her eyes when she would look off into the distance and her friends would know she was not with them, but briefly somewhere far below. Somewhere swathed in comforting darkness.

But her friends in her scavenging pack had patience for these flights of fancy, when she would plan her next adventure in the deep-down. For when she returned, she would bring with her such wondrous stories and souvenirs and it was almost as if they had been there with her.

But there was another darkness that she carried with her. This darkness was a kind of predator that swam through her mind, its rows of teeth made up of all the fractures of her worries. For, as she had grown, she had found the tight pressures of life beneath the waves had crushed her somewhat more tightly than they seemed to for others.

She heard the laughter of the foragers above her with their angler fish smiles, and it dug into her ears in ways it did not for her friends. Her eyes were often wide as she twitched at the approach of social rivals, as her brain screamed “predator”. Her keen eyes, which she could not turn off, saw even her own soft spots and attacked them ruthlessly. “You’re just a silly little pearl with your trinkets and your stories,” it would say to her, “what good are you?”

Later, her friends would tell her that these sharp edges within her were the same things that made her excel in the deep-below - her wide vigilant eyes, her curious, caring and questioning nature. If only she could direct them outwards instead of inwards.

But befriending the predator that lives inside you is not so easily done. It is a process that is accomplished inch by careful, angry inch and sometimes results in being bitten.

And whenever she felt that creature begin to prowl the waters of her brain, she would sink like stone to the bottom of the deepest trenches. There the water would close around her like a shell (or perhaps a vice would be more accurate). It had taken her years of diving to build up that kind of resistance to the pressure and none could safely follow her.

So down there she would hide, alone and safe from either being bothered or feeling like a bother on any other creature.

Eventually, she sank so deep for so long, that she began to lose any feeling that she was connected to the bright worlds of the upper waters at all. She resolved to stay down there and make her home in the deepest dark of the ocean’s crevices.

Some of you will be pleased to know that there is a “but” coming.

You see, she *would* have stayed down in the deep-below for the rest of her life, *but* for two things…

…the first “but” is simply this: that some of the other mer-folk missed her.

They were not so well equipped as she to explore the deeps. They had not grown accustomed to the pressures. They had not built up their bodies to withstand the cold, as she had.

But they were determined. And they loved her. And those with light in their hearts and blind stubbornness in their heads have often been able to achieve the impossible.

So they practiced and they trained and they learned to cover for each others’ weaknesses. And gradually they dived ever deeper.

…the second “but” is that the heavy darkness that swaddled the trenches was not *empty*.

Over time, as Pearl became more accustomed to the different shades and textures of pitch that were the ocean’s bottom, she began to perceive the shifts and rolls of the water. Miniscule shifts in pressure and current that spoke of something *massive* snaking through the space around her.

And, because she was ever curious, eventually her questioning nature overcame her sadness, and she swam towards the movement.

What she felt there was massive and rough and smooth. It twisted as she touched it and pressed a giant sucker against her arm. It began to curl round her, but she was not afraid - something in the hind of her brain knew this for affection.

Then she heard the voice. It was everything and everywhere, shaking the ocean around her and rippling down her skin.


“Uh, hello…” She mumbled.

“HELLO.” The tentacle squeezed her gently. “IT IS NICE TO FINALLY MEET YOU, PEARL.”

“You know me?” She said.

“ALL IN THE DEPTHS KNOW YOU.” A single giant eye opened and glowed in front of her and seemed to float there, connected to nothing. “AND TO KNOW THE DEPTHS IS TO KNOW ME.”

“What are you?”


Pearl did not know what to say. She had never before felt so seen. Or so safe.


“Rescue?” Pearl felt the presence that held her begin to flex and rise upwards.

“THEY DO NOT KNOW ME LIKE YOU DO.” Something in the voice suggested a smile.

Up above, at the point where pitch darkness became simply “murky”, Pearl’s friends were floundering.

They had done very well considering, but a few weeks of practice could not match a lifetime. But they had still dived deeper together than any of them could alone.

As they all rose up, carried upon the Deep-Below’s huge tentacles, Pearl fussed over them and tended to their various injuries and needs.

“Pearl!” They all exclaimed, dizzy from the pressure. “We came to find you, but we found a monster! *And* you!”

“It’s not a monster.” Pearl smiled softly. “It is me.”

And Pearl stroked the nearest tentacle fondly.

“If you say so.” Her friends said, deliriously.

“I do.” She said. “I do.”

Pearl did not live happily ever after. At least, not exclusively. The beast that was happiness was something that she would spend most of her life trying to tame.

But she did live surrounded, both above and below, by love.

And that is not nothing.

Imagine #84 Malia and Katherine (TVD) [Requested]

The argument was explosive; ending the relationship of two years with a statement driven by an envious madness. Malia’s possessive outbursts were routine, worsening as trivial arguments became habitual in the relationship. Conversations without bickering were few and far between, a sarcastic or snide remark sparking into a ravenous shouting match in seconds. The electric tension lingering in the atmosphere was suffocating, everyone afraid to speak for fear of igniting a fight. There was a collective breath of relief when they were informed of the break-up; immersed with guilt at the alleviation of the ended relationship.

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bananaberrywaffle  asked:

How about Voltron: Legendary Defender for the fandom questions? ;D

  • Favorite character:

This is tough, because I adore the entire Voltron squad! But I’m going with Pidge. <3 I latched onto her from episode one for her curious, inquisitive nature and thoughtful personality. She’s also hella badass and short, of which I can relate in the latter category, so what’s not to love?!

  • Least Favorite character:

This is a generic answer, but Zarkon. He’s an ass. >|

  • 5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):

  • Character I find most attractive:

Coran can be my daddy anyday ;)

  • Character I would marry:

Keith to be honest. I love me an edgy boy. <3

  • Character I would be best friends with:


  • A random thought:

doctor who paladins gives me life

  • An unpopular opinion:

Discourse is silly. Hate is toxic. I just wish everyone in this fandom could respect one another and carry on. <3

  • My canon OTP:

Nothing canon yet, but I do absolutely adore the bonds between all the Paladins!

  • Non-canon OTP:

Klance. They give me life. <3

  • Most badass character:

HONESTLY, SHIRO. He’s been through so much shit? And yet he continues trekking on, calm and collected, leading his team and keeping order within the ranks. He’s a complex character who I have tons of respect for, and I can’t wait to see more of his development in further seasons.

  • Character I feel the writers screwed up:

Lance…I adore Lance, I do, but he often feels like more of an archetype who hasn’t yet been allowed to express his full potential. There’s more to him than just a ‘cocky, flirtatious douche’, but it feels like more often than not that’s all he’s written as. ;-;

  • Favourite friendship:


(The general idea is that in order to better have interaction potential, I’m going to play up White’s lack of impulse control in relation to her curious nature. She’s horrible at reigning herself in for that, so if something piques her curiosity she’s going to find out what she can about it before she does anything else which includes fighting and/or killing/neblading it until it stops being curious or interesting to her.

And the good thing is that everyone has something unique to be curious about so.)

Title: Little Lady

Pairing: NaruHina

Summary: Shino had a problem: clothing manufactures just couldn’t seem to keep up with Konoha’s steadily rising population.

Prompt: Based off this picture. My thanks to narootos for both permission and inspiration.

Note: Inspired by the above picture, I hope I managed to do it justice. This was so much fun. I hope you all enjoy:)


Shino had a problem.

The problem was that there were only so many animals in the world. At least, there were only so many animals that people found cute enough to make into baby clothes that the children wouldn’t cringe at later on in life. He would never say it out loud, but Shino really wished his companions had thought to spread their children out over a couple of years. It would make his life infinitely easier if they had given the clothing manufactures time to come up with some new designs.

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Update: Since I saw this get some new love recently (which makes my day btw!) thought I’d add that the whole thing is a finished multi-chap on AO3 now


I hope I don’t scare anyone off with this, but I was catching up on Doctor Who and I got a tiny little plot bunny…

Anyone who has ever read any of my stuff knows I have an age difference fetish. So, in keeping with that, I present my very first (and possibly only) Whoffaldi (Twelve x Clara) drabble. 

It’s unbeta’d and G or PG, tops. Which is unlike me, I know. But if I continue it, you know it will get dirty…. 

Under the cut so non-fans can skip over it :-P

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When Sesame and Peanut first moved into our home they were not greeted with welcome by our other two hens. The bullying never fazed Sesame though; nothing dampened her curious nature. On the other hand, Peanut, the chronically skittish one, became worse. She hid behind Sesame everywhere she went, and Sesame always looked out for Peanut. They did everything together and waited for each other whenever they got separated. 

But you know how the story ends. Peanut ran away one day and when my mom found her and brought her back, Sesame turned on her. It was as if they’ve never met before.  Chicken drama…I will never understand it.