They were nice and would have been worth it

  ‘start an argument’ starters

  • what in the world is this!?
  • i thought i was clear!
  • this is why we can’t have nice things!
  • do you understand the damage you’ve done here!?
  • there’s no coming back from this, ever!
  • get away from me!
  • i can’t believe you would do this to me!
  • i’m not talking about this ANY more.
  • i can’t believe you lied to me… again!
  • no! just leave me alone!
  • i’ve never been more angry at you in my entire life!
  • did you seriously think this would be okay?
  • forget it!
  • i can’t even look at you right now!
  • i think you should go.
  • i can’t believe you’d do this to me…
  • you were flirting with them!
  • was it worth it?
  • i can’t do this anymore!
  • you need to pull yourself together.
  • i don’t believe you.
  • how am i supposed to trust you now?

217. “H-How long have you been standing there?”

You stood in your closet with your hands on your hips desperately trying to figure out what to wear. It amazed you at how you had a closet full of clothes but yet you couldn’t decide on anything.

The nerves that you had building up was probably the thing hindering you the most from getting ready. You were supposed to go on a coffee date with a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent that you met through Tony. It was casual but you still felt a little iffy about it all. It had been a while since you had been on a date.

You reluctantly had Stark set you up with a guy he thought would click with you. He told you some stuff about him and he seemed like he was a nice enough guy.

Part of you just wanted to get it over with.

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MERMAID AU’S
  • “I am a simple mermaid trying to get a simple college education and you fUCKERS KEEP PREVENTING THAT BY THROWING WATER BALLOONS AT ME FIVE MINUTES BEFORE CLASS SO IM STRANDED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING QUAD FOR A HOUR UNTIL IT WEARS OFF”
  • “Alternatively, I was skipping class and saw you trying to drag you and your huge ass tail through the courtyard–do you need help? I guess I can carry you to class if you’d like, though I’m not so sure this was worth being called ‘Prince Eric’ for the next two weeks”
  • “I knew there was a reason why you were so good in marine biology and why you always had to one-up me in the exam scores yOU’RE A MERMAID THIS IS SO UNFAIR IM TURNING YOU IN FOR CHEATING CHEATER”
  • “I don’t know why i thought bringing you to a sushi bar was a good idea, i thought seeing all the live fish in the tanks would have been nice but i forgot about all the dead ones after”
  • “I’m the mermaid so of course im always picked to go on diving missions by you biased advantage taking pricks, and you know what? i don’t care what you say, its dark and scary and theres something down there that i have never forgotten why do you think i stay on land”
  • “apparently due to your mystical sea creature powers you have the ability to mimic any sound you hear, so you know what means friend?? VOICE IMPRESSIONS! MORGAN FREEMAN GO”
  • “I know its late and i dont know you but i hear you can talk to fish and im worried my goldfish is depressed”
  • “I take my showers before bed and I always end up scaring the shit out of your boy/girlfriend while dragging my two ton tail to the kitchen for some ice cream at 11 at night”
{ two for one }

pairing(s): thomas x reader, alexander x reader

prompt: Can you do one where Jefferson and Hamilton are fighting over the reader?

t/w: none!


You walked down the corridors of the hall, a little nervous. It was your first day at Yorktown High School. You were bouncing with nerves, that pit falling in your stomach again.

You were ready to throw up when you saw Angelica come through the crowds. You sighed in relief as she quickly rushed up to you and pulled you into a hug.

“You made it!” She grinned. “It’s so good to see you!”

“It’s good to see you too!”

“What classes do you have? I’ll walk you.”

You looked down at your schedule, the flimsy white paper in your hands. You lined up your finger along the words, coming to the first class near the bottom of the page. “Um, U.S. History?”

“Ah, Franklin. Good luck.” She snickered, but happily linked arms with you and started walking. You smiled as you talked about your summers and other things.

Along the way there, Angelica was stopped by a boy with curly hair. He was tall and had a proud little smirk on his face. You made eye contact, and manged a small smile. You couldn’t hold the eye contact for long. You quickly grew embarrassed and looked away. The taller boy smirked, putting his hands in his pockets casually.

“Angelica, who’s your lovely friend here?” He hummed, sliding up next to you. Instinctively, Angelica pulled you closer to her side. She didn’t slow down for him, but you managed to keep up.

“Thomas, this is (Y/N).” She said bluntly, not even looking at him. “(Y/N), you could do better.”

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There are some things I want to say about the movie. I would like to say that I have been waiting for 6 years. And it was worth the wait. I did not expect the film to be so great. I was not disappointed. This movie made me very happy. Especially the sentiments made to women were spectacular. All the things that could have been said about feminism were portrayed in a wonderfully animated film. Everyone who comes to watch this film is able to understand feminism. I liked it. It was especially nice that Cruz did not give up and went after her dreams. And thanks to McQueen for help. Because a feminist person believes in equality between the two sexes. Likewise, Cruz did not give up on McQueen. There are so many things to say about Cruz that time is not enough. It made me very happy to see Sally again. McQueen’s listening to Sally is a great example. I missed Sally so much that her sharp spirits made me really amused. That’s why thanks to everyone who has worked in this film. They did a great job. I do not know if a movie like this will ever happen again, but there’s one thing I’m sure of; It has been a wonderful 11 ​​years. Thanks for everything Disney and Pixar. ☇

kingnurdle-deactivated20170621  asked:

This blog gives me life. Also may I ask for Inquisition companions reaction to the inquisitor having a beautiful singing voice?

Yooo I’m actually doing one too. I can’t even thank the two new mods enough for how much they have been writing since they started modding this blog. Therefore I decided that I would finally fulfill this request that mod other originally sent in probably over a year ago. 

Cassandra: Cassandra was pleasantly surprised by their singing voice. She found them humming in the Skyhold gardens on afternoon when she was looking for them. If they are Andrastian, she could faintly hear the words of the Chant of Light and if they aren’t, then she didn’t recognize what song they were singing. She let them be for a while, before she had to actually talk with them for the reason she had come there. If their singing brought a few tears to her eyes, then who was she going to tell?

Solas: Solas had found that he didn’t really care for most of the music that was popular since he woke up. He missed the old songs of the elves. However when he hears the inquisitor sing, he has to admit that they were good and he actually enjoyed listening to them. He felt it only necessary to tell them what he thought of their singing and briefly inquires what his friends in the fade would think of their beautiful voice. 

Varric: He found out that the Inquisitor could sing during a tipsy game of wicked grace. The inquisitor didn’t seem to be quite wasted yet but they seemed to be feeling the alcohol in their system. Then at some point as they were playing, the inquisitor started to sing. It was pretty, not something you would expect to hear from someone drunk and Varric was impressed. He cheered them on and had them sing him a few songs while he bought them drinks. He would definitely be using them as a model for a bard character in one of his new serials. 

Sera: Growing up in Denerim, Sera wasn’t exactly exposed to a lot of music beyond whatever bards inhabited the local taverns. It also seemed that all they wanted to sing about was the Hero of Ferelden which was great and all, they were the Savior from the Fifth Blight, but it got old after so long. So when she heard the Inquisitor, she didn’t really have much background to base it on. But she knew she liked it, which was more than the bard in the Herald’s Rest whom she detested singing about her. “It’s good yeah? People like songs. It makes you seem like people again.”

Vivienne: Vivienne first heard the Inquisitor sing whilst they were entertaining a particularly strange noble at Skyhold. They kept insisting to hear the Inquisitor sing, saying that they heard a rumor of how good they were. With a sigh, they finally agreed after a few days of the noble asking them and began to sing for the nobles, right there in the great hall. Now the Circle wasn’t the most musically enriching place but the courts of Orlais more than made up for it. The singing from the inquisitor brought a smile to her face and she was glad to hear it. Later that week, when the noble had left Skyhold, she invited the inquisitor to have tea with her and the two of them talked for quite a while about music and she even complimented their voice.

Blackwall: Blackwall was used to hearing the way soldiers would jokingly sing songs in the barracks to get a sense of comfort from messing around. It was hard to constantly be fighting, even for the best of soldiers. However most of that singing was usually off-key and drunken. Not like the inquisitor’s. Their singing was precisely on pitch and extremely pleasant to hear. He told them as much and they were happy to hear from him. After that, they would occasionally come to his barn and sit by him near the fire and sing while Blackwall carved them a little trinket. 

Iron Bull: It was a complete accident that Iron Bull stumbled upon the Inquisitor singing as they bathed. He had some Ben-Hassrath reports that had been sent to Leliana and she told him that he should take them to the Inquisitor directly. He had no way to know that they were bathing right now. He heard their voice before he entered the room, but thought nothing of it other than the fact that they happen to be singing. When he does see them bathing, he doesn’t freak out like they do. Instead he just sets the papers on their desk and turns to leave. “Ben-hassrath reports for you, Boss. Oh and nice singing there, it sounds great.” He says with a bellowing laugh and their reaction of stuttering made it all worth the while. 

Dorian: Dorian had heard many different singers at Tevinter parties, but none of them seemed to compare to the inquisitor’s. It had been unexpected to hear them sing. They had come to the library looking for a book and at some point they started humming as they were looking. After a while the humming turned into quiet singing and Dorian would have complained about it if it wasn’t so nice. When they finished their song, he clapped and peaked out of the shelves at them while flashing a smile at them. “That was great, better than the dull excuses of performers in Tevinter when it wasn’t supposed to be blood magic.”

Cole: “Melodies and Harmonies, sweet vocal music just like the bard. Calming to sing, but no one knows.” Cole was wondering around Skyhold when he hears the Inquisitor’s thoughts from their chambers before the sound of them singing softly drifts down onto the nearby courtyard. He slips past all the nobles to go take to the Inquisitor. When he interrupts their singing, he scared the living daylight out of them. “You should sing again. In the tavern. Not just the Herald, the Inquisitor but also a person, a performer.”

-Direct From Orzammar

heartbreak

requested: hi, i was wondering if u could do an imagine where y/n and shawn’s daughter gets her heartbroken and she’s really sad and shawn is really mad that the boy broke her heart but at the same time he comforts his daughter and helps her feel better. thankyouu!

feedback is always appreciated! :)

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as soon as you heard the door slam, you knew your 17 year old daughter olivia, had a bad day. you sat in the living room with your younger kids while listening to her slam her schoolbag down and kick of her shoes.

you heard her sniffle as she walked past the living room and straight up to her own room, followed by another door slam.

you sighed, hating to know that there was something bothering her. you quickly followed her up to her room, lightly knocking on the door before entering. what you found absolutely broke your heart.

olivia was crouched on the floor with tears streaming down her face, her runny black mascara created lines down her face.

“liv,” you sighed, “honey what happened,”

she shook her head, not wanting to talk right now. you took a seat next
to her, engulfing her in a hug. you let her cry into your chest as you comfortingly rubbed her back.

you knew she needed to cry for a while before she would open up to you, she’s been that way since she was a little girl.

you really wished shawn was here right now, she would probably tell him a little more than what she’d tell you. she was always closer with her father, not that you minded. she was shawn’s first child, his little girl.

you glanced at the clock that sat on the bedside table, it was 4:30 meaning shawn would be coming home from work soon. olivia needed both her parents here right now, and deep down you knew she wanted her dad here more than anything.

“shh baby, you’re okay.” you whispered, stroking her long brown hair. she continued to cry as she held on to you a little tighter.

“talk to me liv,” you said once she had stopped crying as hard as before.

“sorry about your shirt,” she sniffled, wiping her eyes. you noticed the white t-shirt you were wearing was see through right now and your black bra was clearly visible but you didn’t care.

you smiled as she let out a small giggle looking at your shirt. “it’s okay, i’ll change later.”

she said something under her breath which you didn’t quite catch.

“what’s that sweetie?”

she took a deep breath before beginning to explain why she was so upset.

“aiden cheated on me,” tears started pooling in her eyes again.

you gasped, you never would’ve thought. aiden and olivia have been together for 3 years and never would you have thought he would do something like this. you and shawn met him many times, he was a nice guy, olivia’s younger siblings loved him, and shawn seemed to like him a lot too.

“oh hun, i’m so sorry.”

she started crying again, and you were back at square one.

she had never experienced heartbreak before, aiden was her first boyfriend and he was nothing but sweet up until now. olivia really loved aiden, and you thought he felt the same way.

“he’s not worth your tears baby, he didn’t appreciate what he had.” you tried to comfort her.

“that’s not the worst part mom,” she cried. “i caught him with allison!”

allison was olivia’s ex best friend, they were friends up until grade 10 when she stated dating aiden. you remember olivia telling you that allison was jealous and she wanted aiden, it resulted in a huge fight and they haven’t talked since.

“he’s an asshole.” you sighed.

you weren’t sure what to tell her, but you knew that she was smart enough to not even think about forgiving him.

shawn appeared in the doorway about 15 minutes later, his eyes widened when he saw what was happening.

“liv?” he asked, standing right in front of the two of you. he opened his arms for her, knowing that was exactly what she wanted.

olivia noticed his presence immediately, pulling away from your grasp and moving right to shawn.

“daddy,” she sobbed, wrapping her arms around his torso.

“it’s okay, you’re okay,” he cooed, kissing the top of her head. he looked to you, giving you a questioning look.

“aiden,” you sighed, taking a seat on her bed. shawn’s eyes widened as he pieced together what could’ve happened.

“what did that asshole do to my babygirl?” he asked, releasing his grip on her so she could talk. you knew shawn was going to force it out of her, and that he was probably going to kill aiden.

“he, i-i caught him with allison earlier.”

“you’re kidding,” shawn said, balling up his fists. “i’m going to kill that-”

“hey,” you cut him off before he got carried away. “don’t forget the real priority here.” you motioned to your daughter who stood at her mirror, studying the many pictures she had put up. you watched as she carefully picked one off the wall, running her finger along the top. she ripped the picture in half, throwing it to the ground and collapsing in tears again.

shawn rushed to her again, wrapping his arms around her as she cried.

“he doesn’t deserve you liv, he doesn’t deserve these tears.”

she shook her head and continued to cry, not listening to anything shawn was telling her. you could tell by the look on his face, he wasn’t prepared for this. but who was? you knew all he wanted to do right now was make her feel better, but he didn’t know what to say.

you heard little footsteps run down the hall and stop at the entrance to olivia’s room.

“why is livvy sad?” your 4 year old daughter sofia asked, running over to give her older sister a hug. sofia adored her older sister and olivia loved her with all her heart.

“don’t be sad livvy,” she said, trying to get in between shawn and olivia.

“go away sofia!” olivia cried, pushing her sister off her. tears pooled in sofia’s eyes as you quickly picked her up, bringing her to the living room where her other siblings were.

“it’s okay sof, she’s just sad right now. she didn’t mean it okay?”

sofia nodded as you set her down on the carpet where she was playing with her dolls.

“keep an eye on them.” you told your 15 year old son daniel who was sitting on the couch on his phone. you noticed he was already watching his younger brother who had just turned one. he was sitting in daniel’s lap, watching his show on tv.

“what’s happening up there?” daniel asked, “is she okay?”

you nodded, “she will be, thanks for watching them. i’ll be down soon.”

you made your way back upstairs, you could barely make out shawn and olivia talking. it seemed like olivia had finally stopped crying, she was explaining to her dad what happened.

you stood at the top of the stairs instead of going in the room, not sure if you should interrupt them or not.

moments later, shawn burst out of the room quickly running downstairs, olivia following.

“dad! don’t!” she yelled, running down the stairs as fast as she could.

you followed, knowing shawn would probably do something he would regret if you didn’t stop him.

“shawn!” you called, watching him slip on his leather jacket before leaving the house without a word.

“mom he’s going to kill him!” olivia yelled. “i mean, i hate aiden but dad is going to mess him up!”

you sighed, taking your one year old from daniel’s lap.

“he won’t sweetie, but all we have to do is wait.”

an hour later, shawn returned home. olivia was relieved to see his knuckles weren’t red, which means he didn’t punch him.

he walked into the living room and took his son from your arms, and looked at daniel.

“if you boys ever cheat on your girlfriends, i won’t hesitate to put you in the same position as aiden.”

your one year old just smiled at his dad, obviously not understanding what he was talking about. but daniel nodded, “i won’t, you’re too scary when you’re mad.”

you chuckled at his comment while shawn took a seat next to olivia.

“thank you dad,” she hugged him. “you could’ve killed him. i wouldn’t have minded.”

“i didn’t kill him,” he reassured her. “but i did make sure he never comes near you again because if he does he’s going to get killed.”

Klaus Mikaelson | Imagine

A/N: Combining two requests because they were similar. Change of perspectives because I tried something. 

Content: Reader had some feelings for Klaus while he was in Mystic Falls but because being in a relationship, they never admitted. 5 years later, (Y/N), a witch, needs the Mikaelsons’ help.

Warnings: none 


It has been years of silence since the last incident. Many people put their lifes on the line and eventually lost it. So many fights, so many tears. 

Odd, (Y/N) thought as you walked down the streets of Mystic Falls. This town was probably cursed from its very beginning, but after he had left, everything turned upside down completely. 

A smile crept its way on the young female’s face as her thoughts wandered to the time half a decade ago. 

“(Y/N)”, a voice reached the witches ears which automatically lead to an eyeroll. She walked past him, without giving more reaction and went straight for the counter.

“Matt, I’m starving.” You declared simply with a pout. You were sure the kitchen was closed since it was late but you tried anyways. “You’re fifteen minutes too late, (Y/N).” “Enough time to turn a blind eye?” You asked with a charming smile.

He scolded you further, not taking any compelling. “Sorry.” He poured some liquid in some glasses while speaking. “Why are you late this time?” You groaned and sighed in resignation. You’ve lost. 

“I had business to do. I-” You two were interrupted, when another person sat next to you. 

“What an awful service”, he almost immediately stated, “when a charming girl like you asks for a dinner, she should get a three-courses menu, don’t you think?” You tried to ignore the original vampire next to you, but his stare seemed to burn your skin, looking right through you.

When your gaze met his, you saw it for the first time. A genuine, but cheeky smile and for a brief moment, you forget that he had a short temper and murderous tendencies. 

“How about dinner somewhere else, love?”

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oh holky fuck

guys I need your help, does anyone know if primaniacs ships to Canada? BEcause they made some damn perfume and ffs our perfume collection is worth more than our car, we NEEEEEEEED this

I mean like the umbrellas were adorbs and we missed them, and the purses would have been nice but we missed those too but I NEED TO BUY THIS RIGHT NOW I don’t even care if the juice is cheap crap the bottles alone make this so fucking worth it

anonymous asked:

You need to stop writing. Just stop. You're not worth reading, so why do you bother.

You know- aside from occasional times when it’s too bizarre, I just delete what little anon hate/trolling I get.  Maybe once every few months at the most, I’ll get something, which promptly gets deleted.  That and I’ll think about Professor Quirrell 

But I thought I’d actually give a serious response today.  Because this one… well.  I’m a grown woman who has been writing for well over half my life now.  I’m pretty secure about my writing, and even if some people don’t like it, I know others do.  But what if I was younger, or a newer writer, or not as secure in myself?

What if you, oh anon, had sent this to a 13 year old who had just posted her first story?  What if this was enough to drive away a young woman who just learned there were others who liked her choice in entertainment as much as she did?  Because I’ve been that young woman- I was a couple years older than that when I first posted a story, and I’m so glad that the people who read that story were so nice about it.  (Thank you, to that long ago group.  You were all awesome in welcoming me.)  But if someone had said that I needed to stop?  If someone had that my stuff wasn’t worth reading?

Well, it didn’t happen, so I don’t know what would have happened.  I might have doubled down and written even more.  I might have deleted everything.  I don’t know.  I’m so glad it didn’t.  

Because in real life, I don’t have many people who like the same things I do.  Oh, here and there, but rarely with the amount of passion I have for my fandoms.  I’m surrounded by people who sometimes like what I do, but more often don’t.  The online community, though, has given me many friends who like what I like, as much as I like it.  None of the people online have ever made fun of me for cosplay. No one online has ever said- to my face/screen- that I’m weird for being a geek.  Not counting anon hate, any teasing I get online is affectionate.  It isn’t always in the physical world. Sometimes, yes, but not always.

But I might have missed that community.  I might have never gotten it, if, 15 or 20 years ago, I got a message like this one, or worse.

But that’s why anon hate is so awful.  It discourages young people who just now found someone who likes what they like. It drives away people, young or not, who are already nervous about what they posted.  It drives away the people who make our communities better.  More diverse, bigger, more entertaining.  

Anon, you need to remember that there are people on the other side of the screen.  People that your hate can hurt.  It didn’t in this case, but that’s only because you picked the “wrong” target.  But what if you hadn’t?

That would have made our community a poorer place, and you might have hurt someone who just wanted some place they could belong.  I hope, in the future, you’ll think again about trying to hurt someone, but it’s probably a futile hope.

Because that’s what you wanted to do, wasn’t it?

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A Reflection of the Soul

For @lilseptipliertrash…seamus’s patronus is a fox. Reader is hufflepuff as requested, enjoy!

You strolled around the grounds of Hogwarts. Being the weekend, and having no work to do, you had decided a nice walk would be worth your time. Usually, you’d probably be in the library drooling over a certain Gryffindor if he happened to appear. However, it had been a long week, and you just wanted to clear your head.

You smirked to yourself. Somehow, the outside of Hogwarts seemed a lot more relaxing than the inside. It didn’t seem like that horrid woman, Umbridge, could do anything while you were alone. It was like the inside was the only place she could threaten you, not counting the Room of Requirements that is. You smirked while realizing you were pretty much alone too.

“Maybe just one little spell,” you thought to yourself just as you drew closer to the quidditch pitch. “What was the one Potter was trying to teach?”

After taking a quick glance around, you saw no one was near you. Just to be safe, you ducked inside the pitch where you’d have more cover. Smirking, you pulled out your wand and rolled it between your fingers. Sucking in a breath, you raised it.

As your happiest memory bubbled to your mind, you whispered the words, “Expecto Patronum.”

At first, the light remained shifting. The more you focused on the memory, however, the more stable the shape became. Soon, a wide smile spread across your features as you were able to make out a…fox! Your patronus was a fox!

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips as you watched the fox of light playfully bounce on the grass. It circled you happily while making you turn to watch it.

Your laughter halted as you saw another fox of light. Your own patronus cocked its head to the side the same time you did. There was just the slightest difference between the two. A strange thought crossed your mind.

“I can’t have two patronuses…can I?” you mumbled.

To your surprise, your patronus happily ran circles around the other fox. The second one joined in the play before they bounded away from you and closer to the stands. Your fox disappeared as you caught sight of someone else. None other than Seamus Finnigan was standing near the stands, smirking. His patronus, the second fox, was still sitting next to him.

“I hope I didn’t scare ya,” he called to you.
You blushed. “Just a little.”

His fox disappeared as he moved closer to you. His smirk fell into a natural smile.

“That was quite the patronus, Y/N,” he complimented.
“Thanks,” you muttered, your usual shy nature taking over.
“Would it be alright if I saw it again?” he asked gently, “I didn’t quite catch the shape the first time.”
Your blush darkened. “It…It was a fox.”
His eyebrows raised. “No kidding?”

You nodded. A gleeful laugh passed his lips as he raised his hands to his head. Before you could guess his actions, Seamus ran over to you and picked you up and spun. A quiet, but confused, giggle escaped your mouth. He soon let you down, but kept his hold on your waist. He was beaming at you with an incredible amount of adoration. You couldn’t help but return the expression.

“I’m confused,” you admitted.
“Y/N, my patronus is a fox too.”
You knit your brow. “I saw that.”
“Don’t you know what that means?” he whispered happily. He continued, seeing that you didn’t know, “Granger was telling me how patronuses are connected to a wizard’s or witch’s soul. It’s part of the reason more of us find soulmates sooner than muggles.”
Your jaw gaped. “You…You mean if they match-then we’re…”

Seamus nodded, causing your own expression to escalate to pure joy. Just as giddily, you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, nearly knocking him over. Seamus just laughed as he returned the eager embrace.

“I can’t believe it,” he mumbled, “I’ve had a crush on you for ever, but I had no idea we could be soulmates.”
“You have a crush on me?” you whispered in shock.
He nodded. “Ever since you helped clean soot off my mug.”
“I’ve liked you for a long time, too.”

You nuzzled into Seamus’s neck. You were absolutely positive you enjoyed the outside of Hogwarts more than the inside. It was where you met your soulmate.

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Lets talk BLOCK B in London

First off, if you weren’t a B-Bomb stan before that concert, its pretty safe to say if you were sat anywhere within the vicinity of my seat, you damn well are now! That boy has some serious fan service that ropes you in without telling you! From his effortless beauty that shines the minute he steps on stage, to his favourite English food of Cottage Pie (Who taught him that?), to the intense stares he was giving the entire left hand side of the balcony which, might i just say, are literally soul-sucking whenever his eyes land on you! Its safe to say, i’d give my entire life’s earnings to see B-Bomb smile at me again. O.O

But i digress.

To be honest, i probably owe everyone an apology for being a little too excited the entire hour we were seated leading up to the beginning of the show, so if there was a girl by you with deely boppers and grey/purple hair that was shouting and dancing too much to the sound system, I apologize for any inconvenience i caused you!  (I was just trying to make everyone a little more hype!) ;)

But its safe to say, the minute the lights went down and the VCR began, i could not stop screaming. And the moment they all came out, skipping onto stage whooping, Zico going above and beyond the level of hype i expected- I was gone, im pretty sure the scream that left me was long and continuous and did not stop for the entirety of the concert.

But shall we get onto the bit, that i know you’re all here for?

Block B, when seen with your very own eyes, are the epitome of beauty, and in the strangest sense, when you see them, reality comes squeezing in around you, and you’re forced to realize in that moment that their little feet start dancing around the stage, that they are in fact ACTUAL human beings. 

Along with this, the most prominent understanding you are forced to come to, is that, that Taeil that you’ve always seen on screen and in pictures, is LITERALLY JUST AS CUTE AND SMOL as he is in real life. I could not stop staring at how adorable he is- regardless of how manly he might actually see himself as. 

I was also forced to accept the true herculean form of Kim Yukwon’s thighs, and the reality of exactly why he’s got a girlfriend and has had her since debut and beyond- the boy is GORGEOUS. 

I had to confront myself about the reality that Jaehyo really is an extremely tall Ahjumma crossed with Adonis. And i cannot tell you the enjoyment i got watching him get to the end of the 3rd song, before seeing his face start to show the pain of exercise and dancing whilst all his other members were still happily bouncing away (because SAME). And by the half way mark, he had almost completely given up and had began to piss about with U-Kwon, who continuously tried to jab him in the ribs.

And then came Kyung. Now, im not the biggest Kyung stan as im sure most are aware. HOWEVER, i cannot deny him the fact that he is incredibly cute in his gestures, and he was SO HYPE to be in London! I swear to God he didn’t stop smiling the entire time, and i think that is one of the main memories that i will take away from that experience, is the huge arm heart that Kyung kept showing to the 2nd level- plus, when he smiles AS HES LOOKING AT YOU, you’re sure to go home happy. Although, can we just also talk about his miniature English q&a session (because he was all too aware he is the most fluent in English out of all of them), in which he asked the members about their favourite British foods, (hence B-Bomb and cottage pie) and he tried to rip into them for their adorable simplistic answers? Quick run down:

B-Bomb - Cottage Pie (proud of himself)
Jaehyo - burger and fries? (I think, was very shy and awkward when he said it xD)
U-Kwon - five guys (also pretty enthusiastic) 
Zico - fish and chips (very VERY enthusiastic, could be the new mascot for fish and chips tbh)
Taeil - (i feel like it was something generically English but i cant remember, my bad) 
Kyung - just giggled the whole time.

Now, lets move onto Zico. That boy, was LIVING for being in London. Before i got there, i got the feeling he was pretty excited to be here through his insta posts, but he could not stop going on about it the whole time, exceedingly smiley and energetic through the entire first half (and second half to be honest) but after Conduct for Zero (when he filled in for P.O- I was sad, but it was a lit stage) he just seemed so happy to be there, and seemed to genuinely be having the time of his life. He was ALL TOO HAPPY to speak English for pretty much the entire time, and just seemed so proud of himself to be able to do so, which was so adorable i cannot tell you! But after seeing Block B live, you can really understand what kind of a group leader he is; efficient, compassionate, and just BAWSE!! 

One of the songs which was a game changer for me, was the heavy rock version of Very Good they played!! Like holey moley, that was LIT TO HIGH HEAVENS!! (i’ll upload a video clip in a mo). But also NICE DAY WAS INSANE! And Taeil carried it SOOO well- if you ever do anything in your life, see Lee Taeil sing them high notes live man!! It is WORTH IT! But tbh, the highlight of that night, despite the lacking of P.O’s presence- which i think i would have legitimately fainted at- was Zero For Conduct. I’ve always been a HUGE Bastarz fan!…but seeing that live, has changed my life! Sincerely.

And also, you might be thinking, but how did the other members feel? Zico and Kyung were happily chatting away in English, but what about the others? However, despite wondering this myself, when the ‘thank you’-esq time came around, they had such a good translation system working, and although i initially thought it would be awkward, the minute the crowd started responding to what the translator was saying after the boys had spoken, it just became such a beautiful and warming atmosphere, because i dont know about everyone else, but i was soo happy to know how the boys felt about London, and the end of their Europe tour in general. And after Zico took his hat off for us like he said he would if we genuinely impressed him, i can honestly say, any normal band will never live up to the experience of a block b/kpop concert in general.

And on a final note, lets just talk about the fan service again, cause i still cant get over B-Bomb and i dont think i ever will. He is Apollo, he is sunshine on a rainy day, he is a tragically beautiful painting, and for as long as i live i will never forget the entire 5-6 times i locked eyes with that man and shared in his smile. Because even though I got to wave at Taeil who was waving and pulling many a sad/funny face at the second floor area, and even though Kyung may have shot a heart in my direction, and coupled it with the cheesiest grin i ever did see, neither of them for some reason compare to the utter, graceless beauty, that is B-Bomb’s smile when directed specifically at you.

I’d say more about Zico, but his attention was mostly on the front row and the standing crowd, and im not entirely sure he could see the balcony seats and up well- but he was having a grand time regardless. Jaehyo was smiling throughout, but i got the sense from him, that despite the fact he was having a good time, he was tired from the end of tour. And U-kwon was really just playing with the girls hearts in the front row the entire night- so if you were down there, r.i.p after Kim Yukwon.

And alas, here i sit. Crying over remembering all the little details of the show, that as soon as it started seemed like it only took 5 minutes before it was ending, cause i was simply enjoying myself so much. The Post-concert blues are real, and i think that concert truly did change my entire life, but if there is one bit of advice i’d give anyone who was thinking of going to a kpop concert, or any concert in general in the future…its simply to take a moment to take it in, it wont ever be enough, but as long as you take a moment for yourself to realize that what you’re experiencing is real, then it’ll all be okay.

P.S. imma probs do another post tomorrow with everything i’ve forgotten from this one, but for now, enjoy my reliving of ‘Blockbuster in London’. <3

Married to a Monster - three

Originally posted by jonginssoo

Paring: kaiXreader, minseokXreader

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: You are forced into a marriage with your once love/childhood best friend. Although, you don’t love him anymore and are disgusted with having to marry him. After driving yourself to suicide twice, you know you can’t ever fix things with him but even though, you push forward for the happiness of your parents who are still grieving the loss of your older sister.

Notes: This series will contain talk of suicide, self-harm, abuse, death and possibly more. This series will also have smut, but chapters will be rated [m] accordingly.


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Bts falling in love during the Zombie Apocalypse

Seokjin

You and Seokjin had been left back to protect the children while the rest of everybody went out to hunt for food.
Normally it was a safe and calm job, that most of the time just meant having a day of and just playing with two adorable babies. You had always liked Seokjin, but he had lost his girlfriend in the first wave of this shit storm, and you knew that he still had nightmares about it so you pulled away not wanting to push him into something new so early on.
What you didn’t know was that Seokjin also had feelings for you, while he still missed his old girlfriend, it had been over a year at that point, and he felt he was ready to move on. You had just gotten the children to sleep, both of you outside hanging up laundry, zombies never came here, since you had made home here with your group 8 months ago you had yet to see a zombie.
You both reached for the same piece of cloth at the same time, trying to pull your hand away quickly, but Seokjin grabbed it and hold it close looking into your eyes.
As you both leaned forward, and you hold your breath while thinking that this would be your first kiss, until you felt something throw it self on your back, plus pain in your neck and Seokjin screaming, falling backwards away from you. Fuck, you knew what had just happened, the one time that neither of you had been aware of your surroundings, you knew that this was it for you tho… but it didn’t have to be Seokjin’s.

Originally posted by jinmini

“Run idiot! DON’T YOU DARE DIE WITH ME!!”

Yoongi

You and Yoongi were part of the same group of survivors, things had gotten bad recently and the two of you were send out to look for ammo, being the only two who could fight without guns. Yoongi with his bow and you with your swords.
You had both been trying to avoid talking about the feelings you had for each other, but the days where the two of you were alone together trusting each other to have each others back made it harder and harder for both of you to ignore it.
It was one close call that finally made it so you couldn’t keep it inside anymore, you were being you natural overly brave personality, and had engaged no more than 3 zombies in a close combat, the first easily fell head removed by your right sword, and as you were about to send the second the same way the ground under your feet, wet and unstable from years of decay gave in.
As you were hanging on the ledge you thought that this would be it, that this was how you would go, you regret never telling Yoongi the truth about your feelings, but you also hoped you had created enough time for him to get out of there. At least only one of you had to die today.
While you just hang there you heard noises, until Yoongi finally stuck his head over the ledge, and told you to hold on he would get you up. Turned out that the stupid idiot has engaged in melee combat and somehow won cause he refused to accept you dying.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

“Don’t you ever fucking do that again! What I’m I suppose to do if I loose you, I.. No! I refuse to think of that! Please… Don’t do it again, I were so scared that it was all over.”

Hoseok

Over all romances during a zombie apocalypse might not have been the best idea, you should have known this. You had meet Hoseok very early on after it all started, both of you having lost the group of people you traveled with, and now alone and scared.
You ended up striking up an unlikely friendship with the happy Hoseok, the good thing bout traveling with Hoseok was that he was happy and go lucky even in that shit show, on the less bright side… He was scared of most things, which was not a good thing trying to sneak through a zombie filled placed.
Over all it worked for you guys, you were happy and you managed to survive, slowly falling in love with each other, both of you thought about how it would have been if you had meet without the apocalypse going on.
Then how you guys would be after all of this was done, sadly you guys never got to experience it, your wasteland struggles ended with both of you hugging each other in a cellar zombies scratching on the door, there were no escape… This was the end

Originally posted by chimneytaels

”You know I love you right? I know I never said it enough, but you mean the world to me, and these 4 months have been so much better than anything I would ever have expected. Thank you.”

Namjoon

You were Namjoon’s second in command, it wasn’t that you guys always got a long, actually you guys go into fights more often than probably necessary, the thing was that Namjoon sometimes were more about doing the peaceful option when it wasn’t the right one!
That was why you were the second in command, you were ready for action when Namjoon much rather think of a way to avoid it, and when you wanted to rush into danger Namjoon was there to be logical and stop you from doing it.
That was why you two no matter the arguments worked perfect as a team, your romance started as a rivalmance, but all it took was you to not manage to comeback with recon group you were out with. Nothing had happened to you of course, but that didn’t stop Namjoon from worrying so much, and when you finally got back, tried and covered in mud, he hugged you so tight that you were worried that he was going to break you already bruised ribs.

Originally posted by yoongis--babygirl

“Fuck this! I am not letting you go again, do you have any idea how worried I were when you didn’t come back with everybody else?!”

Jimin

Both you and Jimin were the poster children for people who die the first day of a zombie apocolypse, but somehow you didn’t somehow both of you managed to survive until meeting.
Jimin had started out in a group with his friends, and while they had lost two people on the way rest of them were still alive, when they found you you were alone half starved and more or less waiting to be eaten.
They made the decision to take you back to their hideout and Jimin was in charge of nursing you back to health, that was where you connection stared that and maybe you half confused asked him if he was an angel, but he had promised you to never speak of that again. Neither of you knew what the next day would bring, so you just lived every day like it was your last.

Originally posted by bwipsul

“you know, before I met you I almost gave up on everything, I just wanted to be free of this, now you make it all worth it”

Taehyung

You and Taehyung had fallen in love before this shit storm all started, you never really got to confess to each other, but had slowly been getting there, but then this happened.
You had thought Taehyung had died in the initial struggle, which you were kinda happy about, he was such a nice and sweet guy he would never have survived with what he would have been forced to do.
You had joined up with a raider group, not that you had much of a choice it was either that or try to survive alone, which that would never work. You were ashamed of what you were forced to do, struggled with nightmares ever night, you hunted humans to steal there stuff and often kill the group.
It was horrible and you hated yourself for it, but you just wanted to survive, that was what lead to the horrible event. Your scout had found another group, you would attack at dawn.
The attack was quick and you easily overpowered the camp, when you went to look for survivors between the corpses, you found something you never expected to see… Taehyung almost drowning in his own blood.

Originally posted by jkookisdaddy

“y/n? You have to run… they will kill you please!” oh… he died not knowing you were part of the group.

Jungkook

You and Jungkook’s relationship was… different, mostly cause he was different, when your group found him, he had a large wound in his side that looked like he had been clawed by a zombie.
He was so young that you guys didn’t want it to be true, and the worst part was that Jungkook had no idea how he had gotten it, which was what lead to Jungkook being tied up with chains in your guys basement. You were the one who fed him each day and you talked to him…. and you fell in love with him.
The thing was that nobody was completely sure how long time it took to turn into a zombie, so you guys waited… and waited… And each day nothing happened both you and Jungkook himself got more sure that he was safe.
Small kisses, hugs and hand holding was what you dared to share between you, but you were hopeful.
Until that hope was torn from you as your father woke you up on that fateful day, telling you the truth… Jungkook had turned into a zombie over night…

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

“No please… Please tell me you are lying! It’s not true! He was showing no signs! PLEASE!”

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Happy Birthday, Pidge-kid!

Title: Team Voltron x Reader

Author: Admin Miraculous

Word Count: 2302// Character Count:12837

Notes: I know no one is going to read this, but enjoy it nonetheless. tbh I don’t even know why I post my oneshots on here anymore,,, this was an old oneshot that I revamped


Princess Allura had called an emergency afternoon meeting between the Paladins of Voltron, surprisingly Pidge was let off the hook and allowed to do what they pleased. As the young Green Paladin left with a smug look on her face the others stared in confusion. You frowned, you and Pidge were supposed to add some more upgrades to Green.

Lance let out a loud groan. “Oh, come on! How come Pidge gets to leave!” Lance yelled, throwing his hands up in the air for extra effect. Allura pointed her index fingers up to her lips, effectively quieting him.

Coran quickly pulled up a holographic screen and scanned the Castle’s camera systems, only to confirm that Pidge was in her hangar with the Green Lion. The duo appeared to be ‘chatting’ with one another happily, so he turned towards Allura and gave her a thumbs up.

Shiro rose an eyebrow towards the young princess, “Any particular reason you allowed Pidge to leave?” He questioned the two Alteans.

Coran cleared his throat rather loudly, “Well, after looking into your background from Earth, Allura and I have discovered that today is our Green Paladin’s birthday!” He said happily as he clasped his hands together towards the end for added effect. Your eyes widened in surprise.

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anonymous asked:

ASL reactions when their partner dresses up really nicely and looks perfect for a date with them?

Precious precious boys! <3 Thanks for the request, anon!

- North 


PORTGAS D. ACE

  • At first he’s fairly surprised that they put so much effort in for a simple date with him.
  • Instantly feels under-dressed now for the occasion (but let’s face it, he always is)
  • “You look hotter than me, babe.” (Bad puns from him)
  • Would smirk and wolf whistle in appreciation and admiration.
  • Flirtatious compliments are in abundance.
  • Feels a strong combination of love from his s/o and lust for his s/o.
  • Probably wouldn’t make it out on the date after all. A night in would probably be on the cards instead from becoming too hot and bothered (Ha, pun, I’m sorry).

SABO

  • He is almost floored by how incredible his s/o looks.
  • Full of smiles and compliments from the moment he saw his s/o all dressed up. 
  • Makes them do a full twirl so he can see how good they look from every angle.
  • So appreciative that his s/o thinks he’s worth the time took to make themselves look perfect.
  • Bedroom eyes were cast the moment he saw his s/o (and were maintained for the entire duration of the date)
  • “Perhaps I’ll treat you in return later tonight.”

 MONKEY D. LUFFY

  • Didn’t even notice at first. (Too busy thinking about tasty meat)
  • When he does it’s a simple “Oh, nice.”
  • These things go so far over Luffy’s head and he doesn’t understand why his s/o needed to get dressed up in the first place. Their regular clothes would have been fine.
  • Probably a bit too indifferent to the point he upsets his s/o a little bit.
  • The crew would have to drum it into him for him to realise he needed to react a bit more.
  • “Y/N, you don’t need to dress up for me. You look great in whatever you wear.”

Working Title: Forward, Back (16/?)

Summary:  Knowing what’s going to happen doesn’t mean Sans can stop it.  Maybe he could’ve put it off forever.  Sans decides to go.

Rating: T

Part Summary: Part 2, “The Wall,” is a brief transition into part 3, “Back.”   It should only be two or three parts long.  Anyway, Sans hits a wall.

>>First Part<<

C/N: Mental Illness

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My @supernaturalartbook arrived today! It’s is filled with absolutely stunning works in such a wide variety of art styles and so many characters and artists world wide represented. These photos are only a tiny sample of all the art included.
The book is extremely good quality, hard cover, heavy gloss paper and excellent binding.

I was so disappointed that I found out about this project too late to be a contributing artist, but I’m beyond delighted that I ordered a copy regardless. It was worth it. The buttons, stickers, bookmarks and cards that came as extras were such a nice addition.

I believe all hard copies of the book have long been gone (correct me if im wrong @supernaturalartbook) If the option is still available for digital copies I would recommend to anyone.

Wonderful work to all the artists who contributed and hats off to those who organized the project and oversaw the printing and shipping.

septembercrypt  asked:

one sentence: Promptis- "I thought...I thought you loved me..." Noctis choked out, staring into the barrel of the gun, the finger on the trigger.

I’m so sorry I held onto this for so long! It’s just that I knew when I got it that this was going to be long, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it and when I wanted to post it. 

So this is what I’m kicking off the Celebration of Episode Prompto with!

Warnings: dark, AU, manipulation, death, mentions of blood. 

Word count: 1670

“I thought…I thought you loved me…” Noctis choked out, staring into the barrel of the gun, the finger on the trigger. The gun shook, and Prompto heaved a sob, but he had to do this in order for the nightmare to end, because this is exactly what it had to be. In no reality was it possible for the world to be this cruel. All he had to do was pull the trigger and he would wake up. That’s how this game worked.

“Oh, Noct, I do.”

Bang.

Noctis’s body fell limp in the snow, and Prompto bit his lips, futilely holding back tears. How many times had he shot him now, but still he cried. There was no way to ever get used to seeing the love of his life bleed out, or fall to his death, or kiss him until he was too weak to stop his hands from choking him. This torture never ended.

When would he ever find the real Noctis?

Snow crunched beneath his boots and he knelt down, wiping the bangs from his dead eyes and tracing that forever familiar jawline. He distantly wondered if when he found the real Noctis he would be able to tell; he had fallen into the trap before, of thinking he had finally found him, but every time it was just another mirage. Standing again, he shouldered his gun.

“Ardyn!” Prompto shouted into the chill wind, “You won’t win this! I will find him!”

Silence greeted him initially, then, just like the wind, Ardyn’s voice brushed against the shell of his ear, cold and harsh.

“You’re getting better at this, my dear Prompto. Very well. Onto the next one. Who knows? It might really be him this time.”

His very voice made Prompto’s skin crawl, but he wouldn’t give up. Not now. He had been at this for so long that he had started carving into his arm how many times he had killed Noctis Lucis Caelum. Rolling his eyes, he pulled his sleeve up and flicked the blade of his pocket knife out.

“Whatever. Just do it already,” he scoffed and etched another tick in his forearm.

Twenty-three.

Prompto was used to the magic that Ardyn had used on him by now to transport him from reality to reality, or, as he referred to it, from nightmare to nightmare. He couldn’t be sure what was real anymore, but Prompto held onto the faith that he would know his Noctis when he found him.

And he was going to find him.

Sleep overcame him and he collapsed beside Not Noctis’s corpse. Even if it wasn’t truly his prince, he had made it a habit of making him the last thing he saw before he left in search for his real love once more.

When he woke again he was someplace new. Tropical sunshine beat down on him and he quickly shed the coat he wore. There was a familiar laugh behind him, and Prompto turned. Noctis smiled back at him with a tilt to his head as he reached out and twirled a finger into his hair.

“Noct?”

Noctis stepped closer and brushed noses with him before they kissed. It was always bittersweet, knowing that he might not be kissing his Noctis, but he always hoped that it was. This Noctis was forward, it seemed, and didn’t want much from him in the ways of talking as he quickly slid his hands up his tank top. Just as hastily Prompto pushed him away, and Noctis smirked.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Are you even fucking trying anymore, Ardyn?” Prompto growled and whipped his pistol out from the holster on his leg.

Bang.

“…too easy,” he uttered tiredly, sheathing his gun and pulling out his pocket knife once more.

Twenty-four.

Prompto crawled out of the cave and pulled himself next to Noctis’s body. It had taken him a while to find this one, but he managed it after some time. This Noctis was a treasure hunter, the finest in the land, he claimed, but not even jewels bigger than his eyes and sneaky kisses had fooled Prompto.

Forty-seven.

He was growing bored. It was always the same, but the details were slightly different. He found Noctis. Sometimes he’d give him chase and they’d talk like they hadn’t talked in years. Sometimes it felt right, but most times it just left him emptier than he thought he was physically, mentally, and emotionally capable of.

Bang.

Even Ardyn had progressively sounded like he was tiring of his own mind tricks as he whisked him away from one augmented reality to the next.

Sixty-five.

This one had been convincing. Noctis knew just what to say, how to hold him, knew all there was to know about their past. Their kisses were hot but sweet, and Prompto had even cried to him about how much he had been through, how long it had felt like they were apart. Noctis just held him and reassured him that it was really him this time, bum leg and all.

Three years. For three years Ardyn had him fooled, and because he had believed for so long, each sequential time after would only seem more and more real. How stupid could he had been to realize so late into the game that he was feeding him information to make it harder on him all along?

Prompto watched as Noctis slept soundly in their bed in Lestallum. It hadn’t been much, but they had made a home of their little apartment, gotten jobs, reestablished themselves in society. For a brief moment, as he held his gun in his hand for the first time in over one thousand days, he wondered if he should give up. Things were nice like this, even if this Noctis wasn’t the real one. He could live with him not remembering something as simple as their first real date. It was so long ago, but it had meant the world to them, at least, it had to Prompto, and it was true that even though they had been out on “dates” before, they hadn’t done something so formally together until final year of school.

Was giving this up worth one date? He would have to start all over again if he did. Tears slid down his cheeks and he gripped the gun tightly.

“Prompto?”

The blond jumped, but he kept his hands steady, finger on the trigger. Noctis sat up and put his hands up, shaking his head slowly.

“No…Prompto, please.”

“I wanted you to be him,” Prompto choked. “More than anything, I wanted this to be over.”

“It is! Prompto, you have to believe me…!”

“What day was the wedding?!” Saliva felt like knives as Prompto swallowed thickly, lip trembling. “We set a date, just in case we ever made it back to Insomnia. What day was it?”

The reply was too quick, and Prompto’s heart shattered. It was his last-ditch effort, and he had wasted it on a fake.

“We didn’t set a date.”

Bang.

Ninety-nine.

This time when Prompto woke it, things were different. He knew exactly where he was; he would know it anywhere.

Noctis’s apartment. Insomnia.

He took several tentative steps in. Everything was dusty and slightly misplaced, but it was still almost just as they left it when they began this road trip. His heart pounded in his chest, still able to hear the memories they made here together playing back to him like a beat up, well-loved record.

“I am sorry, Prompto.”

Prompto’s eyes shot and up and whipped his pistol out on reflex, aiming straight at Ardyn’s head. Anger flared up in his features and he grit his teeth.

“It’s a little late for that.”

“Oh, you don’t know how right you are,” Ardyn cooed, then blinked, looking away. “However, the sentiment remains the same.” Prompto faltered.

“I tried to keep you from this for as long as I could.”

“Keep me from what?” Prompto growled. “Noctis? Because you’ve done a damn good job of that! Where is he?!”

“It seems your prince went off the deep end looking for you. I couldn’t very well lose both of my favorite toys, so I tried to keep you entertained.”

A cold chill settled in Prompto’s bones and he nearly dropped his gun as shook his head in disbelief. All this time he had been chasing Noctis, and he wasn’t even really there to chase.

“You’re lying. YOU’RE LYING!” Prompto screeched and fell to his knees. “I’ll do anything! Just bring me back to Noctis! Please!”

“Ah,” Ardyn sighed, and knelt before him, “I tried to give you everything I could with that last reality. I really thought I had nailed it that time. It seems as though that wasn’t good enough for you, though, and I’m all spent out of realities.”

Prompto’s stomach lurched, tears streaming hot down his cheeks as he tried to find words, breath, anything. Noctis was gone, but he could still recall the scent of him on his pillows, the feel of his lips on his skin…this wasn’t real. Noctis had to be here somewhere.

“I brought you here because it felt like this was where the two of you were the happiest.” Ardyn frowned, solemn as sobs tore through the blond. There was a piercing scream that shook him, formed from pure agony.

“Kill me, Ardyn! Just end this already! Let me be with him!”

Prompto distantly heard the scrape of his gun being picked up from the floor, followed by Noctis’s voice.

“What was the date?” he asked, as raised the gun. It was a sick twist of fate, how he had been killing Noctis after Noctis after Noctis for so long, only to be staring down the barrel of his own gun, Noctis’s finger on the trigger. Prompto closed his eyes for a moment, preparing himself, then stared into his eyes one last time.

“…September 27th,” he uttered finally, and Noctis’s face twisted with emotion.

“Happy Anniversary, Prompto.”

Bang.

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