a good day for killing

5 Things

I was tagged by the amazing and talented @syndellwins , @raendown , and @thetoxicstrawberry  Thank you, dears! xD

Answer the questions and tag 5 people!

5 things you can find in my bag

  • cellphone
  • wallet
  • a pair of earrings I forgot about
  • lip gloss
  • three pens

5 things you can find in my bedroom

  • laundry baskets full of clean clothing that I need to put away
  • an armchair my cats tried to use as a scratching post
  • a cedar trunk full of questionable items
  • moving boxes
  • too many bath and body works products

5 things I’v always wanted to do

  • go to grad school through Ph.D
  • travel all over the world
  • write the novel that’s been simmering on the backburner for years
  • have a child while I am still somewhat young
  • move to another state

5 things that make me happy

  • my husband and fur babies
  • tabletop rpgs and larps with good friends 
  • cool weather (summer in Florida always kills me)
  • rainy days inside with a good book and a cup of coffee or tea
  • hugs and cuddles

5 things I’m currently into

  • Naruto and other anime (watching Hunter x Hunter at present)
  • reading and writing (mostly smutty) fanfic
  • music and going to shows
  • yoga
  • naps

5 things on my to-do list

  • pack up the rest of my gosh darn house because I am moving in a week
  • go get my hair cut 
  • finish writing Chapter 10 of Secret Ceremonials, and a oneshot for Smut Monday
  • pay some bills
  • lose weight 

5 things you might not know about me

  • I hadn’t ever gotten drunk until I was 29 years old
  • I am allergic to the chlorine in pools - if I go swimming, I break out like crazy later
  • I am somewhat involved in my local bdsm community
  • I have a couple of rare auto-immune conditions that affect my thyroid and my kidneys. I am mostly okay and intend to stay that way, but sometimes I feel like a ticking time bomb.
  • I met my husband at a goth/industrial club when we were 19. We got married a year later.

I tag: @ishizukilover14  @titmouse-aka-owl @littlehebi @nikkigrand @bluefurcape and anyone else who wants to :)

A Wicked Web: Some Widowmaker Stuff

Widowmaker has something called Cyanosis, which is a condition that makes the skin turn blue due to lack of oxygen. During her reconditioning, Talon changed her body’s internal structure in order to make it consume less oxygen and to numb her to the cold, creating a perfect sniper.

Widowmaker’s base skins are named after French words for various colors:

Nuit- Night \ Ciel- Sky \ Rose- Pink \ Vert- Green

Her preorder-only skin, Noire, is heavily based on the blackwidow spider. The name means “Black”, with the extra ‘e’ on the end denoting a feminine adjective.

Her “Patina” skin is based on a layer of rust-like residue that forms on metal surfaces exposed to the elements. Patina can be green, gold, or silver. The most famous case of Patina is that the Statue of Liberty is only green because of the layer of Patina covering it’s copper surface.This is relevant because the Statue of Liberty was a gift from France in 1885, drawing cultural significant between Widowmaker and Patina.

Widowmaker’s “Tricolore” skin, released for the Summer Games, bears the colors of the French flag (commonly known as a “Tricolore” or “Tricolor Flag”). Flags that contain three colored bands are sometimes referred to as “Tricolor”.

Widowmaker’s “Odette” and “Odile” skins are based on the swans from Swan Lake, Odette being the white swan and Odile being the black swan. Traditionally, the same ballerina plays both Odette and Odile for the production, with parallels between the two often being compared to a “light” and “dark” personality thematic.

Widowmaker’s “Comtesse” skin (A recolor of her “Huntress” skin) means “countess” in English. Typically, a countess is a woman who holds power and land through her own right, partaking in hunts, sports, and other activities typically seen as ‘masculine’. However, since a Comtesse owns her own property and therefore has autonomy, no one can tell her what she can or can’t do.

Widowmaker’s catchphrase, “One Shot. One Kill.” is taken from something known as “The Sniper’s Creed”, meaning you only have one chance to kill your target before your location is revealed. A popular book called “One Shot” was written based on this high-octane creed.

Her other voice line, “Cherchez la Femme” (lit. “Look for the Woman”) is a French saying that implies a woman is always the cause of a mystery or murder. The phrase itself comes from a novel called “The Mohicans of Paris”, in which the main character keeps telling his colleagues to “find the woman”.

Widowmaker’s tattoo on her arm reads “Araignée du soir, Cauchemar” which means “Evening spider, nightmare.” This is based on a French superstition: “Araignée du matin, chagrin, Araignée du soir, espoir”, which means “Morning spider, grief. Evening spider, hope.” This means that if you see a spider in the morning, it’s all downhill from there. But a spider in the evening means good luck for the next day. Widowmaker’s tattoo just means she’s about to kill you.

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365 days of ryan ross; day 39 (oh my god look at jon)

I don’t even know. I was taking a walk today and this idea popped into my head. I swear I’m still writing the bookstore AU, too. Also, *pops confetti*, I hit 2k followers today! Who ARE all you guys? Anyway, this fluff/ridiculousness is for you. ~1.6k words, rated G. Sterek, of course.

now also on AO3

The whole thing starts with Stiles really, really craving a meatball sub from the place across the street.

“God, someone shut him up,” Erica groans. They’re all kind of at their breaking point by now; they’ve been camped out in this meeting room all day, brainstorming. “He’s been talking about the same goddamn sandwich for seven and a half minutes now, and it’s making me hungry.”

“If only our ad campaign were about sandwiches, Stilinski would have it in the bag and we could all go home,” Isaac sighs.

From across the table, Derek rises abruptly to his feet and storms out. (Or maybe it’s just that Stiles always interprets everything Derek does as stormy. With those eyebrows, it’s hard not to.)

Stiles assumes he’s just gotten so fed up with them all that it’s either storm out or kill someone, and he’s just grateful Derek chose Door Number 1. It’s a good day not to get killed by Derek Hale.

Only, fifteen minutes later he comes back in. With a paper bag from the deli.

As soon as he gets within grabbing distance, Stiles practically collapses across the table in his haste to reach for it. “Oh my god, is that what I think it is?”

Derek holds it up over his head. “Who says this is for you? Maybe all your talk inspired me to go get a meatball sub of my own.”

“Oh, please. Like anyone with your abs eats meatball subs.” Stiles leaps to his feet on his swivel chair—because screw safety, Derek will catch him if he starts to topple over—and snatches the bag out of Derek’s grip. Derek doesn’t fight him for it very hard.

“Why don’t I get a meatball sub?” Erica whines, thumping her head down on her notebook. “Doesn’t anyone love me?”

Derek shrugs and takes his seat again. “You didn’t ask.”

“You just like Stilinski better,” she grumbles, and Derek just shrugs again.

Meanwhile, Stiles rips into the bag and takes a huge bite out of the gloriousness that is this sandwich. He can’t help throwing in a few theatrical moans just to taunt Erica, and she suitably rewards him with a glare of death across the table.

“Mmm,” Stiles says. “Derek, I love you so much, dude. Marry me.”

Instead of the grumpy eyebrows he expects, Derek meets his eye, leans back smugly in his chair, and says, “Okay.”

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Why I do this Seven is treating Yoosung to a gaming convention for his birthday…on one condition XD

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOOSUNGIE~ I’M SORRY YA GOTTA BE LIKE THIS I’M NOT SORRY. YOU LOOK GOOD. TRUST ME <3

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Isak season 3 + hostile_goose tweets

  • Camp Jupiter: intense training, demigods and legacies trained all their life, safe place for families to grow, growing old is possible, but dying young is, too. Try not to get killed.
  • Camp Half Blood: here's a sword, these people will probably help you out, assuming they're not evil. There's a high death rate, but just try not to get killed.
  • Hotel Valhalla: here's a daily schedule of when and where to get killed, have a good day :))
Jerome Valeska x Reader: Daddy’s Little Doctor - Part Two

Originally posted by jeromevaleskasface

thanks so much to everyone being so nice with me! i’m glad you enjoyed daddy’s little doctor so much! here’s a part two just for you!

PART ONE

AND PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK IN THE COMMENTS


‘Oh my God. What the hell am I doing?’ [Y/N] kept asking herself as she ran hand by hand with Jerome.

‘This is so crazy.’

“Ha! Do you see what I see, Baby Cakes? We’re just like Bonnie and Clyde!”

[Y/N] didn’t have enough time to answer, she gasped loudly at Jerome who just shot a random guy who was about to get into his car.

Jerome laughed. “We have our own vehicle now.” He took a driver’s seat and waited for [Y/N].

She sat beside him and as his hand moved to reach her thigh she took it like she wanted to hold it.

‘Shit. Don’t you dare to blush!’

He only smirked at the situation, not letting go of her hand. Both of them didn’t say anything about it. What if he didn’t really wanted to reach her thigh?

She could feel how awkward it was, at least for her, that’s why she decided to say something.

“So.. Where are we going anyway?”

“We’re.. going to get my face back, [Y/N].” He giggled.

She liked his giggle, it was adorable.

She turned to look at him. “Why do you want your face back though? I kinda like the new look.” She said with a smirk.

He chuckled. “Oh Darling, you never fail to make me smile. I know I still look hella fine but you should’ve seen me with my face on.”

“Well, I’ve seen you.. that day when they found out you killed your mother..”

“Ah good ol’ days!” He said happily. “So tell me Gorgeous, what did you think of me?”

“Nothing!” She said a little too fast. “I mean yeah, uh, nothing.”

Normally, [Y/N] wouldn’t have a problem with lying but Jerome really made her nervous at the moment!

“Awww, c’mon, you gotta tell me.” He looked at her with puppy eyes, not caring about the road, wheels of the car meeting an innocent man because of it.

“Sorry! Didn’t see ya!” [Y/N] looked at the scene with wide eyes.

“Okay now, where were we? Oh right, answer my question, Toots.”

‘He really enjoys giving nicknames… Anyway, I guess I have nothing to lose.’

“Well.. I thought you were kinda.. cute?” She couldn’t help but looked down at her hands and blushed. She felt bad for feeling like this because of a sociopath. But he was really sweet to her, ya know?

She could feel like.. herself with him. Everybody always expected her to be perfect. She was so tired of this.  She was only a human being.

He smirked still gazing at the road.. “Don’t cha too sweet for me, Baby?”


“What do you mean she left with him?!”

“Look, Jim, I couldn’t stop them. I already told you, she just left.. like that. She didn’t even protest.”

Jim made a weird face at her words so she added “That’s probably because she was too scared..”

Inside she knew she was wrong. [Y/N] looked shocked, then shy but definitely not scared. Lee had no idea what to think.

“We need to find her. We need to find them.


[Y/N] sat on a table where Jerome was lying 3 hours ago, when Dwight was trying to bring him back from the dead. She was looking at Jerome’s back for 5 minutes as he moaned in pain. He was “putting” his face back on and he was almost finished. [Y/N] felt bad for him, she didn’t like him being in pain. He was handsome in her opinion when he had no face, so she was 1000%  sure he’d be still handsome with staples.

Finally he finished his work and looked at Dwight.

“So, how’s the look?”

Dwight was really nervous. He was praying Jerome’s not mad but he noticed that [Y/N] was. 

“It looks good..” He wasn’t very persuasive, was he?

“You wouldn’t.. lie to me.. Right, Dwight?”

He shook his head. “N-no. I-it looks good.” Jerome was smiling the whole time. 

He looked like an angel in [Y/N]’s eyes.

Jerome noticed a gentle smile on her face and returned it.

“Now Dwight, would you stand over there? Me and Sweet Cheeks need to talk about something.” Dwight nodded quickly and almost ran to the place Jerome pointed out.

Jerome and [Y/N] moved aside and he explained, what he wanted to do. He wanted to leave a message for Gotham.

[Y/N] couldn’t be more excited.


“Testing, testing… Are we live? Are we on air?”

In the background you were able see Dwight, tied up to incendiary bombs.

“C’mere, Gorgeous, no need to be shy, you’re too pretty for that.”

She skipped to Jerome. “Hiya everyone!” She waved, giggled and kissed Jerome on the cheek. She was way more confident by now, thanks to her Puddin telling her not to worry.

“Some of you may know I died. Take it from me - death is dull! But coming back… that is something. Leave it to dying to give you a whole new perspective on life and I would like to share that with you.” He looked over at [Y/N] and blew her a kiss.

“Tonight, Gotham - in the darkness - there are no rules! So tonight, Gotham, do what you want, kill who you want. And when morning comes you too shall be reborn!” He took [Y/N]’s hand and fired an explosive.

“And, uh..”

“Dwight..”

“.. I don’t forgive you for my face.”

They started laughing like maniacs. ([Y/N]’s favourite kind of laugh) And left. Just like that. Again.



On daily basis, [Y/N] would feel bad. It wasn’t normal anymore, but on the other hand, she couldn’t be more happy to be with Jerome. They were in love! It felt like magic.

Like he was a Clyde to her, and she was a Bonnie to him!


You may wonder, why all of this had to happen?

I guess we will never really know. Maybe it happened because she was too tired of being a perfect child?

Too tired of having straight A’s?

Or too tired of rules?

Or maybe tired of always having to speak with respect?

She was too tired of one thing, she always had to be.

 She was tired of being Daddy’s Little Doctor.

Two can play at this game

April Fools’ Day… the Snowbaz possibilities are endless. Also: @snowbaz-feda looks great and everyone should go check it out


March 31.

BAZ:

‘What did you do to him?’

Snow’s girlfriend has followed me out of the dining hall, her hands on her hips and her pretty eyes glaring.

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ I say, arching one eyebrow, and it’s true; I have no fucking clue what she’s on about, except that it’s about Snow. Everything is about Snow.

‘So this isn’t your doing?’ Her eyes are still squinted suspiciously.

‘Sadly, I can’t take credit for whatever has befallen Snow, but I’d love to hear about it.’ I pretend that I’m not worried. I tell myself that I’m glad if he’s hurt.

She huffs. ‘Just stay away from him, Baz.’

‘That’s going to be difficult, given that we share a room,’ I drawl. I suppose it’s no use telling her that I can never get far enough away from him. (I can never get close enough, either.)

‘I’m serious. I know you’re enemies and all, but that’s just politics. If you break his heart I swear Penelope will curse you so hard you’ll still be screaming from across the Veil. Hell, I’ll even do it myself.’ She’s practically spitting fire at this point.

‘Wellbelove, what the fuck are you on about?’

She sighs and crosses her arms. ‘Simon broke up with me.’

I try to squash down the hopeful feeling in my chest. It’s not like this is going to do me any good. (Anything is possible). (No, not this.)

‘My condolences,’ I say drily. ‘Or perhaps I should deliver them to Snow.’

‘He broke up with me because of you,’ she snaps. ‘Because of his feelings for you.’

‘Excuse me?’ I try not to let it show on my face. How fast my heart is beating. How much I want this to be true.

‘Just don’t use this to hurt him,’ she insists. ‘That would be low, even for you. Just leave him alone.’

‘Sorry, I’m still stuck on the part where you said Snow has feelings for me?’ My voice sounds too high.

‘Yeah, well, so am I,’ Wellbelove mutters. ‘I mean it, Baz. Don’t hurt him.’

‘What makes you think I can?’ Either Wellbelove is mistaken, or I must be hallucinating. Snow can’t have feelings for me. Snow hates me. He thinks I’m every kind of evil he’s ever known.

‘Because he told me,’ she says. ‘He says he’s in love with you, and I sure hope for his sake that it’s not true. I know you don’t think I’m much of a threat but I promise you, if you hurt someone I care about, I’ll fucking end you.’

‘Right,’ I say. I’m not scared of Wellbelove, but the way she’s looking at me right now, maybe I judged her too quickly. I want to tell her that she doesn’t need to worry, because I’m so in love with Simon Snow that even on good days I think it’s going to kill me, and all of this sounds way too good to be true.

‘I mean it,’ she says, and turns to walk away.

‘Noted,’ I manage to choke out, and now that her back is turned, I let the mask fall. I’m standing rooted to the spot staring after her with what must be a completely shell-shocked look on my face and – Aleister fucking Crowley.

Simon Snow can’t be in love with me. It’s impossible. It’s brilliant.

I look back through the door to the dining hall, and I see Wellbelove walk back to her table, and I realise Snow has been watching for her to come back.

Wait. There’s something I’m missing.

Why would she tell me that Snow has feelings for me, if she thinks I’m going to use it to hurt him?

And then I remember. Today is the last day of March. And that means tomorrow…

I draw in a sharp breath. It feels like I’ve been kicked in the gut. Fuck him. I fucking believed her, even if it was just for a minute. Fuck him for doing this to me. I want to march in there and drag him out of his chair and beat the living daylights out of him (I don’t. I don’t want to hurt him). I want to break down and cry, right here in front of the entire school. Natasha Pitch’s son, the vampire, a heartbroken, sobbing mess.

Alright. Fine, Snow. Fucking fine.

Two can play at this game.


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i feel like zsasz would be so chill regarding oswald and his antics. oswald comes home and dramatically flops on top of zsasz while he’s cleaning one of his guns? that’s cool, zsasz just shifts so he can keep cleaning the gun while supporting oswald’s weight, listening as os rants about his day. it’s not exactly cuddling, but it’s Nice and oswald enjoys it all the same. 

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Lost my sketch pen and finding a new one is trying so I drew some silly doodles during my quest. There has been no good finds so far.

Also, Naga’s Tears was originally Hoshido Tears but it was too potent so Robin had to change the ingredients so that he could keep his customers lol