a gust of wind


When Coran detected the storm ahead, everyone on board were prepared for the worst. The last time they encountered one, it almost cost them their lives. So of course, everyone was on edge as the ship grew closer and closer. Even the mice, who now hid for cover.

The Castle shook as it approached the storm, strong gusts of wind pushing against it. The howling noise from outside could be heard through the glass, along with the clashing sound of thunder.

Thunder. That’s what gave it completely away. It was soon detected by Coran that the form of weather they were heading straight into was a thunderstorm.

A sigh of relief filled the room when this was announced. Just a thunderstorm; such a harmless obstacle when compared to everything they’ve faced so far.

After that, it didn’t take long before everyone parted ways.

At least, almost everyone. Keith and the two Alteans still remained.

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❝ And so the Honorable Sage Impaz took a plume from Hylia’s wings, mournfully. With it she fanned a gust of wind which extinguished every light in the world, plunging it in to shadows. In the dark she could see the red of evil’s eyes; and in the darkness to which she also banished herself, the evil could not find the way to devour the golden light of Hylia. Taking her own blood, Impaz painted a red eye upon her face so the great evil would think her one of its own– where she might guard it loyally, to protect the goddess of light from it’s corrupting bite. ❞

Charging a Sigil


Write it on a flammable surface and set it on fire (I favour bay leaves)

Carve it on a candle and let the candle melt (you can pick the candle colour according to the spell/wish)

Carve it on a surface with a pyrograph/something hot or carve it on something and put it close to fire where it can charge up.

Draw it on a firework and set it off.

Draw it at the bottom of a tea light and put the candle back in.


Draw it on a windchime and hand it up.

Make prayer flags with the sigils on them, or a simple flag that’ll blow in the wind.

Draw it on something light and non-polluting and let it go with a gust on wind.

Draw it on a balloon and pop it.

Draw it on a paper kite and let it go in the wind.


Draw your sigil on a soluble material and let is dissolve, it’ll also charge the water or draw it at the bottom of your cup and it’ll charge both the water and sigil.

Draw it on something non-soluble like a rock and let it soak or even throw it in the river;

Draw it on yourself when taking a shower and let it wash off.

Draw it on the shore where the water will wash it away.


Draw it on something from nature (so as not to pollute) and bury it.

Charge it with a crystal grid/previously charged crystals

Draw it on the earth.

Draw it on the leaf of a plant.


Place it in the sun or moonlight and let it soak it up.

Draw it with a glow in the dark paint.

Draw it on something that’ll disappear like fog on a mirror, lemon juice, ultraviolet pen and such.

Your own Energy:

Meditate on your sigil by focusing on it while you direct your personal energy into it.

Have it near you or on you during sex or masturbation.

Draw it on yourself and dance, sing, workout.

Have it on or near you during extreme pain or emotional states (anger, joy, sadness, etc.)

Draw it with your blood/drop some blood onto it.


Place it on a charging device (phone, computer)

Place it on speakers and blast music that matches the intent

Sing/Play an instrument to it

Draw it on the sole of your shoes

Draw it on/near a grave/with grave dirt/anything symbolic of death

Post it on a website such as tumblr where likes charge it and reblogs cast it.

Draw it on paper and tear it up

If you have your own way of charging sigils, do tell me, I am curious, and I’d like to add to the list, since this is in no way the only ways of doing so.

ok u make fun of gabriel reyes for wearing a hoodie under his armor but he’s from california and i can tell you, as a californian, every temperature under 80 degrees is freezing. thats why he wears a goddamn hoodie under his armor. you always have to be prepared for a particularly cold gust of wind ok


The wind gusted around you suddenly, making your papers fly into the air. You sighed, used to the silver haired boy always popping up to see you. 

“Hey, Y/N.” He grinned.

“Hi, Peter.”

“I just wanna say that I love every bone in your body-”

“Awe. Thanks Peter, you’re so swee-”

“Especially mine.”


Your book club is seated around a table. There is tension in the air - someone has voiced a controversial opinion. Someone else has disagreed. You offered your own take on the matter; a few people laughed, a few more nodded their heads thoughtfully or wrote something down. The debate becomes heated. No one can fully agree on the characterization, the execution of the storytelling, the role of the environment, the symbolism in the imagery. Did the author intend for this line to be read as homoerotic subtext? Was the protagonist’s commitment to his quest ultimately his downfall? Did the mid-series change in tone reflect the author’s growing awareness of and empathy towards social inequalities?

Suddenly, there is a gust of wind. The door has swung open! A figure stands silhouetted against the raging storm, shoulders stooped, as if weighed down by weary responsibility. All is silent as you wait for him to speak.

“Shit’s all fake, yo,” he says, grim voice rumbling like the thunder. Then he is gone.

It’s as if you have been plunged into cold water. Your mouth hangs open and your limbs jerk violently - once, twice - before going limp. You feel like a puppet whose strings have finally been cut. Fake? Of course… you must have known that, surely, once upon a time. All your concerns flow out of you, draining out of your brain, leaving you light and refreshed and clear-headed. Fake? Of course. Of course.

You look around, and everyone wears matching expressions of awe and relief. You are finally free. All of you! All because of that brave, mysterious stranger who dared to speak the truth. Everything’s changed now. The book club files out the door and disperses into the grass, staring up into the rolling sky while the rain washes your upturned faces. You are free. Thank god. Thank god.

So I kiss him, and there is the great dark sea ahead, and above the sheaves of yellow stars, shoals of cold bright pieces of light, and the great wind, blowing always cold gulps and gusts of air, big and soft in the tree leaves, hushing, miracles are happening, and I, strange and elated with a new wonder, child-like in my sudden power, look with eyes large in love and amazement at this intent lovely face so earnest, so close to mine.
—  The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, diary entry no. 142 for “Friday - August 22″, 1952    
Teen Wolf Preference – He walks in on you naked

Once again, thank you @pissheadofficial, my source of SHARED filthy ideas.

Warnings: Some of them have SLIGHT sexual content (heh what ya think..)

Scott McCall

Scott had a habit to climb through your window at night. You knew roughly what time he used to come by and you decided to change into something more comfortable to sleep in before he arrived, instead of always having to go into the bathroom to change every time.

You started to undress and search for the shorts you use to sleep in when you heard a gust of wind behind you. “Man, now I REALLY don’t regret arriving earlier.” the familiar voice behind you made you turn around in terror.

The smirking face of Scott met yours and you quickly took your dirty shirt and tried to cover your bare body. “Scott!” you squealed with widened eyes and he just nodded in appreciation.

You cursed under your breath as you bend down to gather the rest of your clothes but kept on drop your clothes and Scott still stood in front of your window, smiling proudly as he eyed you up and down. “Stop staring and get out!”

He shook his head and you roared at him, still panicking over your naked body, deciding to run towards the bathroom with or without clothes. You yanked backwards by an overly strong and warm hand gripping around your forearm.

Your naked back flushed against Scott’s chest as he was able to lean in to whisper in your ear. “No, I’m not going anywhere.” panting as he spoke. “You’re coming over here.”

Stiles Stilinski

“Holy-moly!” you got surprised by the slight numb voice of Stiles behind you. You turned around and flinched, realizing you didn’t wore a shirt, neither pants, or a bra, or panties..

“Stiles!” you gasped as you saw him standing in the door opening. His mouth was slightly open and his mesmerized gaze were focused on your body. “I wasn’t prepared for this-” he began and raised his eyebrows.

“But I like it.” he continued with what you thought was him being seductive and approached you. You furrowed your brows as he took a few step forward, his brown eyes almost piercing you were you stood, face slightly red due to his affection.

“I mean, WOW!” Stiles exclaimed with the most flustered face you’ve seen as he gesture towards your body. You followed the motions of his hands just to freeze when your eyes met his crotch.

You let out a muffled giggle, making Stiles look at you in confusion. “Stiles? Is that a boner?” you asked boldly with a smirk, quirking your eyebrows as you met his eyes again.

His gaze moved towards himself and immediately tried to cover it. His face turned even more red as he stumbled backwards towards the door. “Shit, I-” he began and hit his back in the door frame, letting the door guide him out from your room. “B-bye Y/N.”

Liam Dunbar

It was 10 minutes left until Liam’s arrival. You had invited him over to help him study for his test on Friday. You wrinkled your nose after sniffing your armpit, unbuttoned your shirt with one hand, letting the other one trying to open the buckle of your bra.

“I can’t invite him over and smell like crap.” you mumbled to yourself and decided to undress completely just to find a whole new outfit, all from underwear to your favorite over-sized cardigan.

“So I thought about what you’ve said about the combinations of the amino acids and-” Liam were looking intently down in his folders of papers, not realizing what he walked in on. You froze and your eyes widened as you held your clean underwear in your hand, smiling at him always being so unaware of his surroundings.

He closed the door behind you, still not looking at you as you answered him. “-yes Liam?” you replied him, with the most exaggerated seductive voice you could disguise.

Liam turns around slowly, meeting your eyes. You flash him a smirk as you place your hand on your hip as you pop it, twirling your underwear between your fingers.

In what seem to be in slow motion, he drops all his books, papers flying around him as his eyes Liam’s eyes widen, mouth drops and the mortification immediately covers his face as he tries to talk. 

“I-I, I’m-” he stutter before he quickly turns around, opens the door, hits his nose on the frame, leaving a trail of blood before running out from your room. When he close the door behind him you can’t help but let out a giggle.

Brett Talbot

You didn’t hear anything due to the harsh sound of your nearly broken hairdryer. The sound might resemble a nuclear power plant and you didn’t hear that someone had opened your door and stepped in.

Brett caught you in action just in that time when you had blow dried your hair upside down and were flipping your hair back over your shoulders, making it look quite sensual as Brett had seen it in slow motion. “Save that for tonight Y/N.” he purred and you dropped the hair dryer on the floor, almost hitting your foot but flinched in the right second.

“What the hell! What are you doing here? Get out!” you roared in panic and grabbed the wet towel you had hung on the back of the chair beside you, trying to cover your body as Brett pursed his lips into a smirk before stepping backwards out from the room.

“Woah.” Brett sighed for himself, he felt his heart rate increase in his chest when he realized what he had walked in to. He leaned back against the door and thought about how beautiful your naked body were in the daylight. He’d only seen the dark silhouette of it when you had sex during late nights, when your parents were asleep.

Theo Raeken

You’ve told Theo a thousand times not to come to your place until 8 p.m. since you wanted to get home from practice and shower before his arrival.

The clothes you had decided to wear laid properly on the end of your bed, waiting for you to put them on as you stood in front of your bookshelf, taking your brush out from one of the shelves to start to even out the wet tangles in your hair.

“Nice.” the hiss of Theo’s voice made you freeze, then turning around just to see the door to your room were wide open, having him leaning against the door frame. “THEO!” you quickly dive down the floor to look after something to cover your naked body with.

You felt your heart start to pound in your chest as you saw him lick his bottom lip before taking it between his teeth. “What are you doing?” you tried to sound threatening but your voice betrayed you when you spoke.

With a quirk of his eyebrow, he tugged the hem of his shirt, lifting the fabric over his head to let it fall to the floor. He started to striding towards you, having his dark gaze eyeing you up and down as he approached you and with just that look, he was devouring you.

The Vampire in the Room - Jimin Scenario [M]

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Pairing: Vampire!Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut (hide your eyes)
Word Count: 2,204
Summary: Attending your friend’s Halloween party led to a lot more than you had bargained for with this vampire staring at you all night…

A/N: So I wanted to write something for Halloween because it’s like my favorite holiday, but I really don’t know how this happened… Sorry if it’s not great it’s only my second completed smut. I hope you enjoy~

The night was cold—not unexpected considering it was the end of October—however, it felt almost unseasonably cold on this night in particular. The black winter coat held tightly against your shivering frame did little to shield you from the bitter gust of wind that attacked your near-bare legs. Yet you continued to walk down the desolate street, trying not to be too fashionably late in arriving at your friend’s Halloween party.

“390 East Blanch Street.” With quivering lips you repeated her address to yourself; eyes scanning for the house number down the road.

It seemed strange to you that there were no children dressed in costumes going door-to-door for candy, but you brushed it off at the thought of it being near midnight now. Your phone’s computer voice echoed telling you to, “turn left at the next block.” Before you knew it, your eyes met with a house flashing of lights and decorations with all sorts of people crowded around.

“Y/n! I’m so glad you could make it. Please, let me take your coat and see your costume,” your friend cooed as she tugged at the hem of your jacket.

Slipping out of the silky fabric revealed a skin-tight black dress with skeletal print across it; matching your face makeup perfectly. The lace of your thigh-highs underneath led to some black heels that accentuated your calves perfectly. A few whistles from the girl in front of you caused a blush to tint your cheeks before your shoved her shoulder in a joking matter.

“Well, go have fun! We have food, drinks, cute guys, all you could ever dream of for a good Halloween night.”

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106 w/ Peter Maximoff

106. “Did you just lick the side of my face?”  “I claimed you.”

Requested by @dunbarkiss

You walked through the halls of the school listening to everyone talk about what happened in their previous class and what they’re currently watching on TV. You haven’t seen your boyfriend all day, which wasn’t strange since he would run past and kiss you on your cheek before running somewhere else.

Every time he kissed you, it would feel like a warm buzz since he ran so fast.

You heard people shuffling and moving out the way, and then a gust of wind, which meant one thing. Peter. Expecting your normal kiss on the cheek, you kept walking. Like usual, you felt the buzz on your cheek. Except this one wasn’t warm. 

It was wet.

“Peter!” You screeched, drawing attention to yourself. 

He appeared next to you in an instant. “Yes?”

“Did you just lick the side of my face?” You questioned, wiping your cheek with your sleeve.

“I claimed you.” He said with a lopsided smirk.

“What?” You asked.

“I. Claimed. You,” He said slowly. “Our friend, Chris, over there,” He nodded behind you, “Was staring at you and I didn’t like it. I decided to show him that you’re mine.”

A smile slowly crept it’s way on to your face as you registered what he just said. “Peter Maximoff, are you jealous?” You challenged, raising your eyebrow.

He scoffed. “Why would I be jealous? I mean I’m a model compared to him. But just to make it clear,” He leaned in. “If I see another guy look at you like that, I’m picking you up and running away to the Bahamas.”

You laughed at his response. “I could do with a holiday. And just to make it clear,” You mimicked his words. “I would never leave you for Chris or any other guy.”

RusAme Gift Exchange 2016

Written for @Iridulcentdays– Happy holidays! :) I hope you enjoy your fic!

Title: Last Minute Sale
Pairing: Ivan + Alfred, Human AU
Word Count: 2,500+

Prompt: While getting ready for the holidays, either Alfred or Ivan hurt themselves and have to go to the hospital. This can be as small as a sprained wrist or something worse, it’s up to the author. While dealing with the hospital and being seen, the other tries to salvage their holiday as best as possible.

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