I love this set with burning passion

I was setting myself on fire because I thought I was keeping you warm but now I understand that even the most intense burning passions cannot melt a heart as cold as yours.
—  Things I realized when I thought about what I want to tell you if I ever see you again, part VII
Samhain Cinnamon Apple Crisps

Hi everyone, hope you’re all well. I’ve just finished cooking up a batch of my own homemade Apple Crisps and thought I would share this wonderful and super quick recipe with you. Not only is this speedy snack great for Samhain/Halloween,  it contains ingredients used for protection etc, can be used as an offering for your God or Goddess, is a healthy variation to supermarket bought crisps AND is suitable for vegans/vegetarians, did I already mention they are super quick to make? Without further ado, let’s get started!

You will need:

  • 1 whole apple.
  • A sprinkle of cinnamon.
  • A dash of brown sugar. ( You can use white sugar but I prefer brown as it produces a lovely thick syrup texture and has a gorgeous coffee flavouring to it ).

How to make:

  • Cut your apple into thin slices. Not too thin or they will burn and not to thick or they won’t turn into crisps!
  • Line a baking tray with non-stick baking paper.
  • Place your apple slices onto your tray and start to add your toppings. Use as much as you wish.
  • Cook your apple slices in the oven on gas mark 4/ 180°C / 350°F for fifteen minutes. ( A few of my crisps did burn, so depending on how thin you cut your apple and how powerful your oven is, feel free to change the time and settings ).

Ingredients used in Witchcraft:

  • Cinnamon: Associated with the elements of fire and the sun. Magikal uses are - good luck, love, money, passion, peace, prosperity, protection, psychic development, success and wisdom.
  • Apples: Scared to many Goddessses including Aphrodite. Magikal uses are - fidelity, fertility, marriage, beauty, vanity,wisdom, the soul, the afterlife and immortality.
  • Brown Sugar: Healing, love and sweetness.

That’s all there is to it! I hope you enjoyed this recipe and your finished product. Please do not remove the source and have a safe, happy and blessed Samhain. Let me know how your Apple Crisps turn out!

Cyrena xx

Image is not mine and was found on Our Kitchen Stories.

Breaking the Rules - part 3

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:  Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:2,157

Warnings: the usual +  Mention of Cheating, Mention of Emotionally Abusive Relationship

A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter, lovelies!

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by pennymany

You woke up with a start, unsure where you were. The distant sound of laughter filled the room and you rolled to your side, groaning. The light filtering through the curtains was bright enough to see by, but your eyes were still blurry from sleep.

“It’s barely seven!” Bucky groaned.

His head appeared just above the mattress as he sat up from the floor. He was at eye level with you and yawned widely, not bothering to cover his mouth. You buried your face into the pillow, mumbling something about morning breath.

“So this is what you look like in the morning,” he said, stretching his back. “Interesting.”

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The worst habit a Scorpio Risings have in my opinion is a tendency to test people. Scorpio Risings love to do that and not always because they want to find out if you are a trustworthy person. Sometimes they do that just for a pure entertainment and to bring out a desired “reaction” from you. They may say outrageous things only to see how you will respond, what you will say, they want to follow your way of thinking to see where you are coming from, what makes you tick and how they may use it for later. They love intensity and seeing you burning up, getting angry and passionate about a topic brings them inner satisfaction and sense of control. They set you on fire and control it because they want to see if your flame matches their.

My All

Originally posted by svnteen-idiots


Pairing: MingyuxReader
Genere: Smut/Fluff
Summary: You and Mingyu have been dating for a while. He has been very patient, and on your 6 month anniversary you decide to give your all to him. ;))


Kim Mingyu. Everything about him is so perfect… The way he smiles, his laugh, his heart, everything. After being his friend for years, you realized that he is the man you want to be with for the rest of your life, and you knew that for a fact. He loves you with everything his heart has, and you love him right back. He cares for you, makes sure you are safe, and always knows how to make you happy. 

“What are you staring at love?” He said from the kitchen, digging in the fridge for some milk. He was everything that you had ever wanted in a partner. He was kind, he was affectionate, he genuinely cared about you.  He was unlike anyone else you had ever been with, and you were forever grateful that you ended up with him.

“My sexy chef.” You said, admiring his backside as he reached deeper into the messy fridge. The air began to smell of creamy Italian food and vegetables as Mingyu’s recipe began to heat up on the stovetop. 

“Were you thinking naughty things, ____?” He said jokingly, turning his head to raise a suspicious eyebrow at you.

“No, I was just thinking about how much I love you.” You stated, getting up from your spot at the couch to go hug him. He stood up straight and wrapped his arms around you.

“I love you, Jagi.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“I love you too, Mingyu.” You said, loosing yourself in his embrace. He finally unwrapped his arms from your body, he flashed you a cheeky smile and continued making dinner. 


“Alright, dinner is served!” Mingyu said, setting your plate down in front of you. He had prepared Fettuccini Alfredo with a side of steamed carrots and broccoli.

“Mingyu this looks amazing…” You said. Not only was your mouth watering at the sight of the food that was in front of you, but Mingyu had decided to get dressed up for this special occasion. He had a form-fitting white button up dress shirt on that was tucked into black slacks that were tight in all the right places. His hair was gelled back and god did it look so good. 

“____, you are staring again. Is something wrong?” He said, setting down his fork.

“Ah, no….sorry…” You said, cheeks turning red. 

“You are so weird, I love you.” He said with a chuckle. He continued eating his pasta, and in that moment you made a decision: you wanted to love him with every part of you. You wanted him to be your first and your last. You wanted to light the flame of passion and burn it all through the night, you wanted nothing else but to hear the erotic sounds of skin slapping, low grunts and loud moans through the night, you wanted to make him feel good, you wanted him to make you feel good. All you needed was to get him on board, and you knew exactly how to do that.

“Mmh, this pasta is so good…” You said, slurping up a noodle while making eye contact with Mingyu. The white sauce gathered around your lips, and Mingyu choked a little. You then took the longest piece of carrot on your plate and stuck the whole thing in your mouth. 

“Ah, is it hot in here? I think it’s hot in here. Let me open a window.” Mingyu nervously said, unbuttoning the top two buttons on his shirt while walking across the room to crack the window. He rushed back to his seat and sat down, a bead of sweat dripping down his face.

“Babe are you feeling well? Your face is so red and you are sweating!” You said, getting up from your seat.

“No no, I’m fine. Really! Sit down and eat your dinner.” He insisted, but you continued walking over to his side of the table. You bent down to be level with his sitting position, giving him a good look at your cleavage.

“Let me take that plate for you.” You stated seductively, grabbing his unfinished plate of food.

“Yah I was still eating….” He said as you walked over to the counter to set the plate down. You strolled back towards him and assumed your previous position. You leaned in close to him, the scent of his cologne making your mouth water.

“But what if I want you to eat something else.” You whispered in his ear as you dragged your finger down his toned clothed chest.

“Are you sure?” he said, his voice deep and raspy. You pulled him into a passionate kiss to cement your answer. His hands went to your hips, pulling you into his lap. You ran your fingers through his hair, making it a sexy mess. His hands explored you like your body was new unknown land, and you ground into his hips with lust. You began unbuttoning his shirt, you could feel his hard-on pressing against your thigh. Mingyu began leaving trails of kisses down your neck, his lips were so soft.

“Mmh…Mingyu….Should we–ah– take this into the bedroom?” You stuttered. He unlatched his lips from your neck and picked you up bridal style. Once he got into your guy’s bedroom, he tossed you on the bed and kicked the door shut.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” He growled as he crawled on top of you. Once again, you two were tangled in a passionate kiss. He threw off his shirt and proceeded to rip yours off. His mouth ravished the newly exposed skin, making sure to kiss every bit of it. You frantically unbuttoned his pants, you needed him now

“Someone’s eager,” Mingyu said, “But I want you to wait for that. I know this is your first time so I want to make it special for you.” He said, trailing a hand down your side. His fingers hooked your jeans, tugging them down a little. You got the hint and exposed of your pants and underwear, excited to see what he had in store for you.

“Lay down,” He instructed. You followed his directions and fell back on the bed.   You felt his large hands grip your thighs and pull them apart, revealing your womanhood. You blushed and tried to close them, but his grip was too strong. His head disappeared between your legs, and a shock of pleasure jolted through your body as you felt what his mouth was doing. Erotic noises emerged from your core as he worked his magic. You let out a loud moan as encouragement for Mingyu to keep going, but he abruptly lifted his head from between your legs.

“Babbbbeee” You whined in protest. He ignored you and reached over to the nightstand. He pulled out the drawer and grabbed a condom, glancing over at you. He discarded his pants and underwear, revealing his large throbbing member. He opened the condom and rolled it onto his length, making subtle eye contact with you as he did so.

“Are you ready babe?” He said once the condom was on properly.

“Yeah, but I don’t think it is going to fit….” You said, staring down at his cock. 

“It will, trust me.” He said with a wink. He got down in a laying position and you straddled him. There was no way that Mingyu would be able to make love with you in missionary position….he was just too damn tall. So instead, you two opted for you on top. You rubbed his length in between your folds, you didn’t know it was possible to get any wetter than you had been, but it happened. At last, you positioned his tip at your entrance and slowly sunk down. Mingyu let out a long pent-up sigh and you took in a sharp breath of air. You had never had anything this big inside of you, and to be honest it kind of hurt. With some pain you finally reached the base of his cock, you needed to take a breather and adjust to his size. You collapsed on top of him, waiting for the stinging pain to vanish. 

“Don’t worry babe, just give it a little longer and all of the pain will be gone.” He said, wrapping his arms around you as a tear escaped your eye. It hurt like hell right now but you knew that in 5 minutes you would be on cloud 9 and every bit of suffering would have been worth it. 

A few moments had passed, but you were ready to move now. You regained your composure and slowly lifted yourself off of his dick. Mingyu closed his eyes and let out a small groan of pleasure. Your hand went to your clit, you needed everything to help subside the little amount of pain that was lingering around your core.  

You sped up your pace. His hands were at your hips, his hips were thrusting up to meet yours, Sweat formed on both of your bodies, covering you in the scent of lust. The air smelled of sex, and the noises that were emitting from the sexual activities were absolutely sinful

“M-Mingyu…I’m–” You shouted as you came. It was like a wave of pleasure and confusion suddenly crashed into you, you felt so peaceful, so tranquil, so utterly happy. Your body felt like a feather floating with the breeze, so light and elegant. Your mind was blank with happiness, your cheeks were rosy, eyes full of joy. Small beads of sweat formed on your skin with the new feeling, and not long after you, Mingyu came in in the condom. The sounds that came from his mouth were beautiful, all the deep grunts of pleasure, the shaky breaths, the pleased hums. All of it. You loved all of it. You loved him, you loved every single part of him, and nothing in this world could change that.

You hopped off of him and let him dispose of the filthy condom. As he walked into the bathroom, you snuggled into your sheets and slowly began to feel the weight of slumber pulling at your eyelids. Mingyu got into bed next to you, pulling you close.

“Happy 6 months, ___. I couldn’t ask for a better gift. I love you so much.” He said, pecking your forehead, strong arms once again wrapped around your frame.

“I love you too.” You said in almost a whisper, drifting off into a deep, blissful sleep.

anonymous asked:

What are your fav geralt/yen headcanons?

Omg I have so many okay

- Geralt loves to read and will sometimes read out loud to Yen when she’s falling asleep
- Geralt’s favourite pastime is trying to make Yen blush (which often goes unfulfilled)
- Yen once set the bed on fire during sex bc it was so passionate and she couldn’t control herself
- Geralt has constant rug burns on his ass from the unicorn fur
- When he’s mad at her, he will only call her Yennefer and it pisses her off a lot
- Yen loves Geralt’s smell too (but instead of lilac and gooseberries it’s probably like mint and death)
- Dandelion has asked them for a threesome one too many times
- Yens choker once fell into the lake and Geralt had to dive down and find it for her (she rewarded him generously)
- Yen caught a cold once and became a delirious puppy that Geralt had to take care of
- Geralt often attempts braids in Yens hair (he’s practicing so he can do it on Ciri)

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Happiness. Peace. The settler’s boat floats in tranquility. Where’s the passion? Where’s the euphoria? The hot breathed tempest that roars through incinerated trees. Where is the violence; the vehemence that surges through arteries? Here. The tinder of ablazed memories. Charcoaled remnants of a blood crusted spear. These arms are a million. Hands all pocketed in clenched fists. This is the feverish dream of an unalarmed sleeper, absorbed by the mists. Subconscious warfare. A spark turned laughable in ongoing floods. The ungod has watched the clouds being chased away by a roaring flame. A roaring flame. The longing to be bloodletted by an insatiable thirst-quencher. A sharp fanged treasure, drunk on the essence. It’s the sinews of war laid bare on whirling mattresses. An acquired taste. A preordained craving to have more than anything love has to offer. More than picking petals and poofing dandelions. There are forests we must set alight. Bridges we have to burn. Ashes we must scatter to see the blossoming of our new world. I will say that I love you. And you will know that Orion’s belt is just three stars. That the sun disappears behind the earth at times. But that there is a light you can see, feel, and hear within the darkest of night. A roaring flame resounding within eternity. A roaring flame. A roaring flame, setting ablaze the pyres.
—  Fire, by M.A. Tempels © 2017
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A/N: HOLY NUTS! There’s over 1.5 THOUSAND of you following me on this hot mess of a fandom blog. Whoa! Thank you so much for the follows and the continued support. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to post my new updates with my hectic life schedule but in the mean time, please enjoy some of my new favorite stories*. (This is not exclusive in anyway or in no particular order. These are just a few of the fanfics I’ve come to love. You can find more in my ‘[character] x reader’ tag or my ‘fics I love’ tag.) 

These will also have 18+ only fics. Sorry young’ns; come back when you’re all grown up.

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king of the court // min yoongi part 1

Pairing: min yoongi x reader

Word count: 1.6k

Genre: fluffs

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Originally posted by bogdana8

Being a part of the girls basketball team meant that there would be inevitable clashes with the boys team and trainings would immediately become a bonded session. It was fun, learning from the boys and vice versa but when these bonded sessions were announced, you couldn’t help but think about Min Yoongi.

He was captain of the boys basketball team and so were you but both of you rarely hit up an actual conversation, not even once. Well, that was probably due to the cold and dark aura that surrounded him that made it impossible for even a simple ‘hello’. But he was very attractive, and even more so when he was on the court; the face of determination and concentration as beads of sweat rolled down his flushed cheeks, was something that made your knees wobble and heart throb just by the sight of him.

And so the training began, his team against yours. Boy, were you lucky.

Before your friend tossed the ball to signal the beginning of the game, Yoongi had his eyes on you, sharp and daunting. It was as though he knew all your weaknesses, making your legs weak under his gaze. But to him, it was actually an act of acknowledgement of your skills, trying to figure out how you got the position of captain even though your skills before you’ve attained the position wasn’t anything to be crazy about.

As the whistle was blown, you jumped as high as possible to reach the ball. Yoongi did the same but you were able to push the ball towards your teammates, just as your hands brushed against his. Physical interaction was bound to happen in sports but this touch made your heart thump just like the sound of a basketball being dribbled.

But you returned your attention towards the game as your team mate screamed your name. Your reflexes saved your face from being pummeled by the basketball when it was thrown towards you. Yoongi was getting into your head without having to do more than just touch you. And you weren’t having any of it.

Frustration took over as you dribbled past your opponents before passing it towards your team mate. You didn’t even realize that Yoongi was shadowing you, finding the opportunity to get the game into his grasps and turn the tables. And he did just that when the ball had left your sweaty palms and into his instead. You were shocked to see him come out from behind you and swoop in for the ball. This fueled your determination to win. Letting your teammates down because of a crush was the last thing you wanted to leave this game with.

You ran to the sidelines, where Yoongi was approaching. As he began to pass the ball between his teammates, you intercepted once they neared the goal, a sly grin replaced your tired expression. After a few more passes, you took the chance and threw the ball right into the hoop, scoring a three-pointer. But the game was not over yet.

After a few more scores being added up, the game was left with a tie and a promise that the next game will announce the true champion. You and your teammates bid your farewells with the boys and thank them for the exciting game. And lastly, you waved goodbye towards Yoongi, a small smile tugging at your lips. You were presented with a smile on his end, a small gesture that pulled at your heartstrings.

After a brief wrap-up - complimenting your members for their hard work and announcing the dates of the upcoming competitions - you headed home, leaving the campus with fatigue tugging at your eyelids and a smile on your lips. But you froze once your name was called.

“Hey, (Y/N)! You did well today,” he huffed, jogging towards you.

“O-oh thank you!” Yoongi, the King of the court, was complimenting you. And the presumed cold and dark aura was simply a myth.

“This is pretty sudden but you played moves out there that I’ve never really seen before. Would you mind if I asked you to teach me?” Your perception of him being cold and ignorant was shattered as a flustered Yoongi requested for some tips.

“I’m not really a pro but I won’t mind,” You chuckled as a he sighed in relief at your answer.

“Then it’s set,” he grinned, “ We can start next week. Straight after school?” You nodded, attempting to hide the wide smile and blatantly failing as the end of your lips escaped from your control. School didn’t seem so boring after all.

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Days had turned into weeks as your coaching session with Yoongi continued. And in this short span, you had learnt that Yoongi was indeed just a soft person under all that scary exterior. He loved Kumamon with a burning passion and he was just as dorky as everyone else. 

“You wanna bet that I can score while being blindfolded?” He smirked, dribbling the ball as he focused his gaze on you. Not only did you learn more about him, Yoongi did too. He found out about how you worked day and night to get to where you were now, the captain of the girls basketball team, and how you preferred your drinks to be in such a peculiar way when both of you went to the cafe for breaks. And he loved that about you. How you were comfortable with being in your own skin. He admired that, was what he would say but he knew, deep down, that he loved every single bit of you.

“Bet on. If you don’t score, you’ll have to wear a tutu to my next competition,” You giggled at the idea while Yoongi still seemed confident that his fate was not destined to be in a tutu.

“And if I do, you go on a date with me,” Yoongi smirked, but this time it was hesitant. Afraid of what your reaction would be. 

“Then what are you waiting for?” You could feel your heart beating hard on your eardrums and that your palms were sweaty for a different reason than the eventful game a few minutes ago. You still couldn’t believe your ears when Yoongi initiated the date.

The guy who you used to admire from afar was now one of your closest friends. And now that you thought it through, you were terrified. Everything was going pretty fast and you still couldn’t grasp the reality that Yoongi might have feelings for you. But you can’t turn back now.

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Yoongi tied his towel around his head, ensuring that he was completely blocked from seeing the goalpost. After a few more tugs at the towel to tighten it up, he dribbled the ball on the spot, estimating the length and power he had to execute to score a goal, and score a date with you. Yoongi didn’t mind if he didn’t have a chance to go on that date, but he wanted to take the opportunity to take your relationship another step further. He couldn’t bare to feel the deafening sound of his heart beat because it felt wrong to feel these things for someone that didn’t reciprocate it. And he wanted to change that.

After a distressed huff, he threw the ball and ensured that he didn’t ruin his chances. He took off the make-shift blindfold slowly, watching as the ball bounced off the ground.

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You eyed Yoongi’s movements thoroughly. What if he managed to get the shot? Will things between you change for better? Or for worse? 

You inhaled sharply as the sight of the ball entering the hoop made you light-headed. Yoongi made the shot. Both of you were going on a date. What were you going to wear? What were you two going to do on that date? Are things going to end well? A wave of questions bombarded your mind as Yoongi slipped the towel away from his eyes and returned his gaze to you.

“Did I make it?” He smiled sheepishly. Even in his disheveled state, he manage to bump up the rate of your heart beat. 

“Yeah, you did,” You giggled as a coy grin adorned his face.

“Or did it not go in? You’re just saying yes because who could resist me, right?” He smirked, making his way towards you as he wiped the sweat off of his face with his towel. You rolled your eyes at his teasing, packing your bag and leaving the basketball court.

“I have second thoughts on that date now,” Before you could even step out of the court, Yoongi grabbed your wrist and the momentum made you lose your balance. He immediately caught you in his arms, a hand at your waist and the other still on your wrist.

“You sure about that?” He smirked as your face was inches away from his. Seconds felt like painful long hours as Yoongi inched his face closer to yours. But you wanted your revenge. Your lips were centimeters apart but you interrupted him with your index finger to his soft lips.

“Kissing before the first date? What a turn off,” Your eyes twinkled with mischief as you looked into his, soft yet intense. You pushed him away from you hesitantly, his touch still lingering. Yoongi was dumbfounded by your actions as you left him frozen in place.

“Pick me up at 8 tomorrow?” You flashed a devilish grin towards him.

“S-sure. Wait… You can’t just leave me like that, brat!”

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part 2 maybe? 🙊

anonymous asked:

i love u and ur art

let’s begin a beautiful poly relationship - you, my art, and I. we’ll leave our menial day-to-day lives behind and escape to a romantic tropical island. the sun will be setting, and soon it’ll be dark, but the flames of our passion will still burn

I’ll Show You Ecstasy (Patrick Stump x Reader)

As requested by anon: Can I have Patrick Stump smut? Where he gets jealous and wants to show you who owns you

Warning: NSFW

With Patrick, there were always fireworks, but the innocent kind like the ones parents would ignite as their children watched wide-eyed from afar. Every time he’d link his fingers with yours or place butterfly kisses on your shoulder in the morning you felt that fiery spark, but even so, what you had was safe and tender. Of course, you didn’t mind at all. It may have been safe—which some might consider boring—but it was still healthy. He satisfied you in bed, and you liked to think you did the same. You were able to have fun no matter what you were doing, whether it was watching him fiddle with his guitar in the evenings—which you loved—or going on one of his elaborately planned dates; and you were always making new memories. He was forever taking you on extraordinary adventures for he brought you with during tours. On his band’s days off, he’d bring you along on explorations through whatever town you’d ended up in, and he refused to stop wandering until he located some tacky shirt displaying the name of where you were. So far you had acquired thirty-five, which meant you only had to go to fifteen more places to reach your goal of having a shirt from every state. It’d be an accomplishment, for sure, but what mattered was that if you got there, Patrick promised to propose.

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Quick queer love spell to strengthen the loving relationships in your life this Valentine’s Day! Romantic, platonic, relationship with yourself or others- it’s all good! I performed this with my girlfriend @witchyska but it could be adapted for anybody.

Now I have this awesome Garnet prayer candle that my lady got for me, but you could dress any candle, especially a pink or white one like the ones pictured for love, purity of intent, etc.

We also used my cleansing Imbolc salt bowl for this spell, although you could omit that part.

I dressed the candles and the salt bowl with lavender (peace), catnip (happiness), cinnamon (prosperity), chili powder (sexuality), clove (healing), vanilla (love), rose quartz (love), garnet (protection), clear Quartz (purity), and onyx (balance). I also lit some jasmine incense (love).

Then I set up a crystal grid with rose quartz (love), garnets (protection), red jasper (passion and strength) and honey calcite (‘sweetness’).

Finally my lady and I each wrote two wishes for our relationship on the bay leaves we included in our Imbolc bowl. Then we read them to one another and burned them. That’s all! Valentine’s Day was during the waxing moon this year, which is perfect for bringing love into your life. I honored the moon by lighting our waxing moon candle. The end ❤️

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Don’t remove my text.

Jonsa : puzzling passionate people

“They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can’t stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch! I say that’s a good love; one that burns and flies, and you run with it!”
― C. JoyBell C.

Modern/Fanstasy-ish AU

Sole proprietor, of cafe/diner The White Wolf, Jon Snow didn’t know how much his life would turn topsy turvy once one Sansa Stark entered his boring monotonous life. The doll faced beauty, unassuming in her conservative dresses and gentle secretive smile, after all did not look nor sound at all like the empress of the shadow group called the Little Doves. But who was he to talk about hidden identities? He who roamed the land in secret once every full moon, with his white furs and sharp claws and thirst for blood.

*rolls around quietly on Isabela, Merrill and Anders feelings*

I just

Merrill is so good and she has such a good heart?

And she wants so desperately to save this one relic of what the Dalish used to be

And she’s willing to take her own risks and pay her own prices and she knows damn well what she’s gotten herself into

And she tries so hard and just can’t predict how the others will react. 

And she makes mistakes because of it and she still believes in second chances and in people and she’s so kind to Anders and Fenris even when they’re awful to her, because she believes in them and she knows what they’ve come through.

And so much has gone wrong for her but she still sees the beauty in everything.

And Isabela! Isabela who believes in freedom and has been through so much. Isabela who closes off, trying to protect herself, because she’s seen what happens when you don’t

Isabela who knows who she is and who embraces her mistakes and who fucks and drinks and fights and will not fucking be shamed for any of it (and shouldn’t be) and who believes in finding your own way and making your own decisions

(And who is goddamn hilarious too like oh my god, I have so much fun with her and my purple Hawkes. Like I don’t rival b/c it comes off as like super judgey of her choices to me and I am not about that but there are some definite lines with really unclear summaries that have caused reloads and while it can’t be in my canon b/c it gets like ridic amounts of rivalry I can’t stop fucking laughing at “I always knew you had a heart of gold. We just have to dig it out and sell it.” Because I mean, she does have a heart of gold, she really does, she is good and she is kind and she’s had to do some terrible things to survive for which I do not judge her but she hasn’t let any of it steal away that good heart)

And she’s slow to love and slow to trust for good reasons but goddammit if you stand by her she will stand the fuck by you in the end. She can’t help it, not even when she knows this book in her arms could buy her freedom

(And her interactions with Merrill oh my god. Literally the only Companion I can think of who I have never once wanted to smack upside the head over at least one potential line about Merrill and just. ‘Because you have a good heart and you deserve better’ and she treats Merrill like a fucking adult, because she is, and she’s the only fucking one to walk up Sundermount with you and Merrill in the end and ask “Are you sure?” but support her no matter what.)

And Anders. Anders. I mean we all know how much I love him but I just.

Anders the runaway, Anders the rebel, Anders the symbol of revolution. 

Anders in Awakening the ‘not nearly as selfish as he likes to think’, seizing his chance at freedom again and again but when you let him go he comes back to fight darkspawn with you, no matter the risk. Who speaks up if you decide to burn Amaranthine, who plays at cowardice and self preservation and hides his pain with bad jokes and who knows how fragile his position is and how few people get to run away as many times as he has, who knows from a fucking year in that cell with no one but a cat what they have already done to him. 

Who banters with Justice about the impossibility of more rebellion than this. Who comes to wonder if he really can do something, who sees that the Templars will never stop coming after him, who is so fucking angry at what has been done, to him and to Circle mages everywhere.

Anders who sets up a Clinic in Darktown, who loses the man he thought he could run away with, who is bright and bitter and jagged at the edges, who is mentally ill in unpretty ways and who I don’t always agree with but goddammit who burns with passion and belief and love brighter than any sun and who does not has not will never submit.

And I love them all so fucking much.

anonymous asked:

Hiya! Can you do a scenario where UT Sans and US Papyrus are arguing with their crush (who likes them back) and they (the skeletons) end up confessing their feelings? Thanks! I love your writing btw! It's super good omf

Okay so first off, sorry about being a damn slacker on my inbox. Secondly, these arguments are going to be less than serious because I’m awful at angst XD

And can I just say how mush fun I had with this one? I got a little too carried away with Stretch’s scenario though.


Undertale

Sans-

You and Sans were probably arguing about something completely dumb and obscure.

“You’re wrong and I’m right, loser. Just admit it.”

Sans quickly chides you with a wag of his finger. “that’s where you’re wrong, kiddo.”

You crossed your arms and leaned on the couch. “You really think that the first Shrek was better than the second one? Ha!,” With a soft knock to his skull, you giggle at the hollow sound it makes. “Such a bonehead.”

Sans rolls his eyelights and pushes you away. “ha ha ha, very funny, but seriously though. you prefer shrek 2 over the original? that’s just sacrilege.”

You put your jazz hands up and wiggled them a bit. “Ohohoh! So the magic skeleton wants to talk religion, huh?”

Sans punched your shoulder playfully and laughed. “oh stars, that’s not what i meant and you know that.”

“Oh but of course,” You cooed incredulously. “But back to the subject! There’s no doubt in my mind that Shrek 2 was the best Shrek movie.” You were dead set on proving this bonebag wrong.

“alrighty then, shoot ‘em.”

You blinked. “Shoot what?”

Sans snickered, “your reasons, kiddo. show me the carfax.”

You beamed, propping a victorious leg next to Sans. “Gladly,” You cleared your throat and began your spiel. “Well first off, the soundtrack was undeniably genius; Holding Out For A Hero, Funkytown, I Need Some Sleep. Freaking Livin’ La Vida Loca! Secondly, the plot is much more dynamic and eventful than the first one! But most importantly, h u m a n S h r e k.”

Sans rubbed his face and chuckled. “oh stars, one of your reasons is human shrek?”

“Oh come on!,” You threw your hands up. “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t bang human Shrek! You’re a liar if you say otherwise!”

“oh yeah, cause that’s what i think about every night: doin’ the nasty with a humanized version of an ogre, right?”

“Uh yeah? At least, you should be.”

Sans gave you a weary smile. “riiiight… welp, i can’t judge you. ‘sides, when i first saw the movie, i thought fiona was pretty hot.”

You let out a whooping laugh. “What?! No way!!” You were sure if you had water, you would’ve done a spit take.

“yeah, but she’s not as hot as you.”

You laughed. “Pfft yeah… wait what?”

Did…did he just…

Sans quirked a bone brow at your odd expression. “what? all i said was-” Sans replayed what he had previously said and in an instant, he smacked his mouth shut.

“Y-You,” You began with a titter. “You just c-called me hot.” You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. Had your long-term crush finally admit to you his true feelings, or was this some sort of sick fever dream?

Sans gulped as he sank in his hoodie. Oh how he wished he could just fall off the face of the earth right now. He didn’t give you an answer, but his skull was a luminescent blue right now. He feels like absolute crap right now. And from that gaping look on your face, he could tell he was being rejected.

“S-Sans I-”

“you don’t need to say anything.”

“Just give me a second to-”

“there’s no need to explain yourself, y/n. i get it.” He sounded so bitter, yet there was also hurt… disappointment?

You furrowed your brows. You’ve had enough of his negative nancy attitude. “Damn it, Sans! Just listen for once!,” With a tug of his hoodie, you plant a kiss on his teeth, lingering just a bit before pulling away. “I like you too, damn it! And I don’t like it when you close up on me like that! I’m not a mind reader, ya know?” Your face was hot with frustrated love.

Sans just nodded at you, a far out look now resonated in his sockets. “whoa…holy mackerel,” He was unable to wipe that stupid grin off his face. “you like me back, huh? so cool~”

You had to stifle a laugh. This reminded you of those wisdom teeth removal videos where the loopy people said all sorts of weird stuff while they were all hopped up on anesthetics. “Oh Sans. What am I going to do with you?”

Sans shrugged. “i dunno. perhaps we could talk about it over dinner? my treat.”

“O-Oh,” Damn this smooth criminal! “Sure boneboy, though we have to agree on something.”

“and that is..?”

“The third Shrek was the absolute worst,” You reached out your hand to Sans for a handshake. “Agreed?”

He took your hand quickly. “agreed. now about that dinner date…”

Underswap

Stretch-

“Stretch, you tall asshole, don’t do it.”

“i’m gonna do it.”

“Stretch I swear to Toriel, you better not!”

He grinned at you, his cursor hovering over the forbidden course. “nobody can stop me. not even you.”

“If you press that button, I will personally delete your Mii, along with all of your precious work!”

“oh? is that a challenge i hear?” He asked coyly. You gasp as his finger pushes the ‘A’ button twice. “well then. rainbow road, it is.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YOU’RE NOT READY!!!1111!!!

“Oh fuck!,” You fumble with your controller, hastily slipping the arm band on and clutching the remote tightly. “You asshole! You really did it this time!”

“aw come on, honey. rainbow road ain’t that bad.”

You shot him an annoyed glance. “That’s because you play this game 24/7!”

Stretch laughed, biting down tightly on the sucker in his mouth. “now that’s just stretchin’ the truth, honeybun.”

“You!” You wanted nothing more but to throttle him, but the countdown had already began.

“hey y/n?”

“What.” You said flatly, getting in the zone. Autozone.

“see you in second place.” And with that, the buzzer sounded.

.

.

.

After plenty of launched koopa shells and banana peels, you were about to conclude your third lap in first place. That is, until you peeked at your skelefriend’s screen. Oh no.

Your eyes widened. “Fuck, don’t do it, Stretch,” Your voice came out as a desperate plea. “Just let me have this one race.”

Stretch jerked his controller to the side and laughed. “sorry hun, but all is fair in love ‘n war.”

“Stretch wait-” You drew in a sharp breath as you heard the blue shell launch. “fuckfuckfuckFUCKFUCKFUCK NOOO!” You cried as the blue shell knocked you up in the air.

“that first place is mine~” Stretch hummed, contently watching the screen as his toadstool passed by you, crossing the finish line with ease.

You sunk your head in defeat, reluctantly crossing the finish line for second place. “Damn it, Stretch. I was almost there…” You whined. Never had you been so close to beating the skillful skeleton in your life.

He ruffled your hair endearingly. “better luck next time, honey. now give me a congratulatory hug.”

You jerked away from him with a huff. “No!”

“no? aw come on. i didn’t mean to put you through shell.”

“That’s it,” You set your remote aside and stand up. “I’m out.”

Stretch can’t stop himself from laughing. “no don’t leave! i’m toadally i love with you!”

“Damn it Stretch- wait…wait a minute…”

Did this dude just whip your behind at Mario Kart, and THEN confess his love to you with a Mario pun?

Holy shit…

Stretch hadn’t realized what he had said. “what’s with that look, honey?”

“You just said you… ‘toadally’ loved me… HOW DID YOU EXPECT ME TO REACT?!” Your face burned with the passion of a thousand fighting Alphyses. Oh stars, you couldn’t stop blushing!

And from the looks of it, Mr. Suaveandtoocoolforautomaticmode was in the same boat, his skull glowing a vibrant orange. “s-shit. i said that outloud, didn’t i?”

“Y-Yep.”

Stretch tittered nervously as he scratched the back of his skull. “m-my bad. so uh…what are your thoughts, h-honeybun?”

You looked down to Stretch’s sitting and blushing form. A smile tugged at your lips as you sat down next to him. He really liked you, didn’t he? Grabbing the remote, you prepare as if you’re about to play another round. “If I win, you take me out to dinner. But if you win, I’ll treat you to Muffets.”

Stretch was at a loss for words, his phalanges fiddling with his remote. “h-heh, i um..,” He cleared his nonexistent throat and smiled. “y-you’ve got yourself a deal, love. just know that i usually order quite a bit from muffets.” 

bts - uh set sad news

It has been a few days since my last update. Chris Carter found our secret unremarkable house set because he followed a vegan delivery truck to the location. Thanks, David. I hope that Asian pear and ginger kombucha was top notch. Luckily my PA Will Billiamson was able to evade capture and deliver the film we have so far to a secret lock box in a Canadian bank. Now that the love scene set is burned to the ground it will become more difficult to create scenes of passion without Chris’s knowledge. I will attempt something Monday when he is surfing with his “crew.”

Raspberry Jam

Tyler Joseph x Reader fic

Warnings: None. Straight fluff.

Sorry it’s so short, but it’s cute so enjoy :) 

Originally posted by cottoncandyjoshdun

I woke up to the smell of peppermint tea. Opening my eyes, I saw the handmade mug sitting there steaming on the bedside table. A smile tugged at my lips, Tyler was home. 

I stretched my limbs with a chorus of groans, and let the cool autumn breeze that floated through the window fill my lungs. I grasped the mug gingerly as I sat up and let the steam from the tea engulf my face. It was a refreshing scent and if I hadn’t been fully awake before, I was now. Tyler never drank tea himself, preferring his energy drinks, but he knew that peppermint tea was my drink of choice. He must have gotten back from tour early this morning, I would have noticed him lying next to me otherwise. How thoughtful, that the first thing he did when he got home, was make me some tea.

I love him. 

Taking my mug with me, I wandered downstairs to the kitchen, my silk nightgown cool against my warm skin. Tyler was standing by the stove cooking breakfast, and my heart was overcome with happiness. I hadn’t seen him in months, so now that I was finally able to see his silhouette again, I was the happiest woman on the planet. 

I placed my mug down gently on the kitchen island and quickly snuck up behind Tyler. Wrapping my arms around his thin waist, I planted a kiss on the back of his neck. He hummed in response, pausing in his cooking to turn and give me a quick peck on the lips.

“I’ve missed you,” he said, his voice hoarse. 

“Overdid it a bit I see?” I giggled, releasing Tyler to his cooking and returning to my mug of tea. 

“I always seem to try harder than normal on the last show of a tour,” he nodded, a smile lighting up his face. He was clearly still on the high that the fans give him at each show. He loved giving his all to them, both of the boys did. I was sorry that I had to miss it, family obligations. 

“That’s why they love you.”

“Just them?” he asked playfully, his eyebrows wiggling.

I giggled and went over to him to grasp his face in my hands, mushing his full cheeks. Without giving him time to react, I kissed him, playfully at first, and then deeply, molding my lips against his, and teasing him with my tongue. All the pent up feelings that had grown from him being away, bubbled to the surface, releasing with a gratifying pop. I could tell that Tyler felt it too, and just before he went to hold me closer, I pulled away from him, looking into his eyes. “You know that I love you more than anything else.” I whispered. 

Tyler’s eyes were wide with surprise at the sudden passion, but softened at my words. “I know.”

“You’re going to burn the food if you don’t pay attention,” I warned, skipping away from him. He laughed, a high cheerful sound, “And who’s fault is that?” 

I just hummed in response, dancing around the island. 

“Babe,” Tyler brought my attention back to him, “you wanna make some toast? Everything else is almost ready.” 

“If you don’t mind it burnt.” 

Tyler smiled at me gently, “You won’t burn it this time, just set it to a low setting.” 

I’m not sure how it happened, but the toast burned despite my best efforts, and I burned my finger in the process. Tyler cooed and worried over me, running my hand under cool water, then carefully bandaging it after putting on antibiotic ointment. “Hopefully it won’t blister since we took care of it quickly,” his brow was furrowed, shadowing his warm eyes. I enjoyed the attention, it was cute watching him fret because of me. Purely innocent in his concern. 

When I was properly bandaged and the food was on the table, I kissed away Tyler’s worry. It felt nice to be in his arms again, to have his scent clinging to my skin. I didn’t like to admit just how much I missed him when he was on tour, preferring to keep our late night phone calls light. I didn’t want him to worry about me anymore than he already did, he needed to focus on his job. 

Tyler’s hands roamed over my body, memorizing each curve and dip. I tangled my fingers in his hair and deepened our kiss, pressing my pelvis forward against his, pushing him back into the kitchen counter. Tyler let out a small groan and I finally pulled away. “We should probably eat,” I told him breathlessly. 

He gave me a less than pleased look, but nodded, pulling out a chair for me at the table. Once I was seated, Tyler went to the fridge, pulling out a jar of jam. “For the toast,” he said with a laugh. I laughed too, anything to make it more palatable. 

The both of us enjoyed the spread Tyler had made for us, chatting all the while. I learned how the tour went, and I told him how things had been for me. We had already discussed these things on our calls, but it was with a different flavor now that we could see each other in person. And with the raspberry jam piled high on both of our toast, I couldn’t think of a better meal. 

It was good to have him home.