all innocent and in pure joy


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BOKUAKA [Bokuto/Akaashi]

Among Us (verse, M) by dgalerab - X-Men AU with a side of kick-ass, angst, more angst and the dynamic between all the characters AND the character development is just… my favourite thing ever. You’re in luck if you’re an IwaOi (and KuroKen) fan too: this is literally the fic that converted me from being ‘neutral IwaOi’ into ‘I’m now completely and irrevocably in love with them’. read also: e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g by dgalerab, starting with Notes: Bokuto Koutarou (G)

arrogant boy, love yourself so no one has to (oneshot, G) by earlgrey_milktea - Bokuto-centric character study and the consequence of familial expectations. Hooo boy, this was the first BokuAka fic I ever read and it still hits hard. So, so well done. read also: and your heart’s against my chest (G)

Behind Bricks (multi, E) by deathbelle - “Akaashi has always had a good idea of what his future would look like. Becoming a prostitute hadn’t been part of the plan.” Okay, I’m captivated by Akaashi’s characterisation when he’s between a rock and a hard place - and it’s not as explicit as you’d think (or at least not yet), but there’s a huge level of introspection and ‘what would you do’ in this fic and I cannot get enough of it. No kidding, the weekly update schedule of this is the reason why I now look forward to Saturdays.

better than spy films (oneshot, G) by dalyeau - Akaashi is Kuroo’s new roommate and Bokuto falls in love. …Yes I know dalyeau’s fics are some of the most popular BokuAka fics on AO3 but~ they’re exactly that for a reason and I’ll forevermore adore the heck out of them. read also: love in the time of wifi (G), tea-stained polaroids (G)

bitter (twoshot, G) by silvercistern - Valentines/White Day fic. The fact that these two chapters were posted on the corresponding days make them all the more sweeter– or… not sweeter? Good bitter? (And yes, the countdown to White Day was agonising purely because I couldn’t wait for this update and it was so, so worth it.) A headcanon I could 100% believe in Akaashi and, of course, no-one would pick up on something like that faster than Bokuto Koutarou. Super quirky, completely adorable. read also: Character Development (T)

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I wrote a thing I guess (baby lucien and damien cute good fluff I guess)

(I don’t know how paragraphs work!! Fuck!!)

It was a quiet morning. The sky was still brushed over with an orange-pink glow, the only sounds to be heard the birds’ delightful songs and the soft breaths of the resident goth in the neighborhood and his young infant son.

If Damien could look up at the sky to take in the image of the beautiful, subtle fade between warm colors, he would, but instead he was transfixed on his baby boy, expression just flooding waves of love and calm towards the little one.

They were sat in the nursery, Damien unceremoniously sprawled out in a replica Victorian-era rocking chair- it wasn’t exactly comfy, but he’d bought it for the lovely aesthetic it brought to the room, and he was feeding his son.

As he fed his child, he fell more and more in love with the dark-haired baby boy, feeling himself melt a little further with each little snuffle or gasp. This baby was good at being adorable. Extremely so.

Damien brushed his fingers against his son’s soft cheek as he worked his mouth around the nipple of the bottle he was drinking from, whispering soft words of love and pure awe at the child. At his child. And things had been so tough for him in these last many months, but this very literal bundle of joy had washed it all away. He had come with his own set of issues, a lot of them.
But when Damien saw those big, innocent eyes light up at the sight of his father, maybe it was all okay.

He had Mary. He had this baby. He had as much support as he could get in this time as he needed and he was thankful for it all. His heart was warm with love as he held his little boy. They were okay. They would be okay, together.

Sublimely sensual Castiel headcanons continued (NSFW/adult/18+ readers only)…

  • Castiel loves it when you say his name. Like the angels at their daily roll call, Castiel gets an extra special thrill out of hearing his name uttered by you – especially when those three syllables are leaden with your overwhelming desire for him. Whether whispered seductively into his ear as you pepper feather-light kisses along the line of his prickly jaw, spoken in a silent prayer mingled with the most sinful thoughts to compel him to your side, sharply panted or softly whimpered, bodies knotted in the throes of love making, a gasping cry from your lips as he thrusts rhythmically into you, your voice never fails to ignite within him an intense surge of pleasure coursing through his angelic being. Hearing his name on your tongue is never more gratifying than when you pivot your hips to meet his final urgent stuttering thrusts, walls blissfully pulsing around him, breathlessly moaning Castiel over and over as he drives his twitching cock deep and floods you with his warm release.
  • Your praise makes Castiel very happy. Your admiration of his vessel’s bluest of blue eyes doesn’t make the angel blush – although you swear his divine grace shines through in their warm regard of you. Nor do your approval of his dashing good looks and perfect physique, also courtesy of Jimmy Novak, particularly delight him. Rather, it’s when you gush over his skill in combat and that certain brazen fight move he threw in there that his cheeks flush pink. He glances down, a small bashful smile tugging at his mouth, when you go on about the excitement you derive watching the deft way he brandishes his angel blade, flicking the weapon in his grasp and striking foes with it as an extension of himself. He can’t help but grin with contentment when you quiver beneath the tender affectionate ministrations of his grace, telling him just how good his unadulterated angelic caresses feel. Your adulation speaks to him most of all in these intimate moments, his celestial heart singing with pure joy, when you praise the unseen angel expertly wielding the vessel.
  • Castiel isn’t into public displays of affection. And for good reason. He can’t control himself around you. Your touch – the innocent brush of your fingers to the back of his hand, an affectionate nuzzle of his shoulder, the tender peck of a kiss to his lips, the gentle squeeze of his thigh in the backseat of the Impala – drives him wild with desire and distraction. It’s hard to work a case effectively when you’re desperately groping each other and chasing release in the backseat of the Impala while Sam and Dean are interviewing victim’s families. Or when you’re fucking in the nearest convenient alcove or alley while the brothers give actual chase to a monster. The angel prefers to unleash his affection as private demonstrations of adoration. Unhurried and uninhibited, one-on-one he leaves you with no doubts as to the boundlessness of his affection.
  • Castiel is kinky as fuck. The angel takes your physical relationship very seriously. He does his research when it comes to your pleasure. And thanks to Dean’s sage advice, he goes straight to the source in his never-ending quest for knowledge – adult bookstores. He never fails to surprise you with something new. He also never fails to make the proprietors of these establishments mildly uncomfortable with his highly specific and gravely serious lines of questioning. First he purchased books – the straightforward and illustrated 101 Exciting Positions to Try at Home, or the collected annals simply titled, Anal. Not to be outdone by your personal favorite, one which you begged the angel to commit to memory, the Idiot’s Guide to Oral. He has brought home an assortment of dildos, anal beads, a vibrating cock ring, nipple clamps, blindfolds, costumes, BDSM gear, hot wax, handcuffs, and a variety of arousal enhancing lubricants. Embracing the diverse range of human hedonism, the angel is eager and willing to try it all with you.
  • The power of Castiel’s love moves Heaven and Earth. Like, literally. This forbidden romantic rapture between angel and human has cosmic consequences. Or, to be more specific, seismic ones. Scientists are still scratching their heads trying to figure out the source of the uptick in tectonic tremors centered in Lebanon, Kansas, well north of the usual epicenter of geologic activity in the state. In fact, an entire special consortium of experts in the field is assembling to discuss and present their findings on the topic at a seismology convention later this year. These mini-earthquakes reverberate too to thunder against the proverbial pearly gates of Heaven. The angels guarding the doors have their suspicions as to the source and rumors abound. The age old idiom that one can move heaven and earth for love…yeah, it was created with Castiel’s corporal devotion to you in mind.

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Okay. So. Wonder Woman. In my opinion,the second best comic book movie of 2017 so far (and when first place is Logan, second place ain’t half bad).

Let me start off with what I didn’t like with the film:

- the pacing of the first act was really slow.
- Ares was… wasted. He had ten minutes of screen time, Tops.
- Dr Poison had so much unexplored potential?
- honestly the villains in this movie are just wasted (with reason, of course, but you can’t help but want more of them).

With that said, here’s what I absolutely fucking LOVED about the movie:

- Diana and Steve’s chemistry is AMAZING.
- How the consequences of war are portrayed. Innocents dying. Lines redrawn and crossed.
- The visuals. Beautiful colors that makes certain objects and characters stand out against a dull background of war and despair. Vibrant colors that represent the beauty of themyscira.
- Steve being a metaphor for mankind: he’s caring, he’s noble, and yet he’s willing to cross lines as well, and selfish to some extent.
- Ares’ Bad Guy Monologue™. Menacing, and yet the perfect justification of his actions. Also an excellent plot device for Diana’s character development.
- The storytelling. Scenes of peace and relaxation intertwining with scenes of war and death. The beauty of humankind mixing perfectly with the violence and selfishness of mankind.
- Diana is the symbol of Love in a world of turmoil. Her unconditional love towards mankind was captured perfectly in this film.
- Diana’s character development.
- Steve’s character development.
- The fact that this movie addresses sexuality and racial discrimination I mean holy shit?????
- the humor was perfectly timed and really brings out Diana’s innocence.
- just…the diversity, man. The amazons are of different races and ethnicity. People of color fighting alongside the heroes. The fact that there’s a island full of bisexual/homosexual goddesses
- honestly 99% of this movie being me pure joy I love patty Jenkins and I love gal gadot god bless

All in all, it isn’t perfect, but it sure as hell is a wonderful movie. 9/10 for me.

Truth // Lee Taeyong


the prompt: can you make a scenario where Taeyoung is a angry deadly vampire that falls in love with a human???

words: 821

category: drabble

author note: you wrote taeyoung and i assumed taeyong so im really sorry if you meant taehyung. also, i wrote this in a completely different style from all of my other scenarios?? it’s not reader specific it’s more like a prologue to some kind of strange vampire novel?? i like it a lot though so i hope you enjoy this lil drabble from me to you.

- destinee

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

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She remembered the other Jotuns looking down on her, whispering to each other above her head about how strange she was. Such a small woman among frost giants, it had always felt as if she was out of place on Jotunheim. When she arrived in Asgard, it was her appearance that made others shrug. Her pale blue skin and deep red eyes were the look of a monster in this realm. She was, again, the different one, left out to be alone.

Until she met him.

Loki was, from what she had heard, an adopted child. She could admit that he did look different from the rest of the royal family. His black locks and pale skin, his gracious figure, all of this was opposite to Odin’s and Thor’s thick, tanned body and blonde hair.

She recalled, smiling at the gray sky she was blankly staring at, the very moment when that boy, who she felt quite curious about, talked to her :

« -Are you the lovechild of a Jotun and an Asgardian ? »

How shy did she feel ! This handsome man’s first words to her were so worthy on that awfully sunny day. Whereas everyone would stare at her or ignore her, he came and went straight for the truth, trying to understand her difference rather then judging it.

She had been hating the burning sun of Asgard ever since it first cast it’s rays of fire upon her icy blue skin. It was nearly painful, and she just couldn’t stand such heat, she that came from a frozen realm. But at that very moment, when the gilt light made the prince’s green eyes emerald-like and gave his skin a dazzling golden tone, she was thankful for it’s hateful existence.

She managed, after a short silence that felt somehow out of time, to pronounce an answer :

« -I am, Prince of Asgard.

-Then I believe I should teach you a little trick to look more like us here. »

She felt a pinch on the heart, as his declaration sounded as if he disliked her appearance and wanted her to change it, before he continued, gazing at the sun with a melancholic smile :

« -I have noticed you kept avoiding the sunlight. I believe this heat is hard to bear for a frost giant, but if your Asgardian side takes over, perhaps it should be more comfortable for you throughout your stay in Asgard. As well, if you do not have this Jotun face, my comrades will probably be less suspicious toward you, and you will have a better experience if you can socialize a little while here, instead of been treated like a… Stranger. »

He looked back at her, smiling in a peculiar ironic way, and she new that by stranger, he meant monster. Because that was what she was, whether she was among Jotuns or Asgardians. She looked like both but was neither. What was she ?

« -You are unique. » He replied, as if he had read her thoughts. This time, his smile was genuine, and she was overwhelmed by his gaze, as if he was stripping her of her physical appearance and reading into her soul as in the pages of an uncommon but fascinating book. The young woman smiled at the prince. She felt as if her whole world had been brighten up by his smile. For the first time, she wouldn’t feel lonely.

Little by little, he taught her some magic basics that could help her use her different genes to vary her looks. She remembered him taking her blue fingers in his hands that were so cold, to lead them as if in a dance. She learned quickly and was soon able to see her other face, the one of an Asgardian.

And the man had seen right. People felt less uneasy and came to speak to her. Her time is Asgard was much better since she had met the God of Mischief. And the sun would be much more tolerable, but she still preferred cool weather.

Such as today’s.

Little was she aware that she wasn’t alone in this hall. The younger prince was discretely spying on her, dreamy. There wasn’t anyone else to spoil this instant. Now that she had been speaking to others, he had not been able to find a single moment to have her for himself. But on this cloudy day he did, and he was savoring that idea before going to her.

Then, thunder roared loudly. He saw her jump from fright, and her skin turned blue as she was so startled. Her reaction stole a smile from his lips, and he walked up to her, chuckling :

« -It seems that you’ve just had a good scare, my dear ! »

She looked at him with her red eyes, her heart beating faster then usual, but she couldn’t tell if it was that horrifying sound or his piercing eyes. His predator-like smile, filled with mischief, softened as she noticed her blue hands and began to make them pale again.

« -Do not. You can stay like this, it does not bother me. It has some strange beauty. »

She suddenly felt her cheeks burn as this compliment left Loki’s mouth. It was nothing much, but those words turned her upside down. For the first time, she was something else then weird or different. The prince laughed lightly, making her blush even more, before he spoke in a playful tone :

« I didn’t know Jotuns had purple cheeks ! This is probably the cutest blushing I was given to witness. »

Her embarrassment grew even more, and she was about to defensively reply that she wasn’t blushing when something outside caught her attention.

Something fell from the sky, quickly, and she did not have the time to identify it, but soon, another one did as well. More of them did. She gazed in disbelief, and bent from the window. Some fell on her head, and slid down her hair before continuing their fall. It was all colorless, and it felt cold on her skin, as she noticed it to be wet.

« What is this… » she muttered to herself.

Loki realized that the young girl, having grown up on Jotunheim, was for the first time witnessing this natural phenomenon, and her innocent eyes curiously staring at the sky warmed his cold heart a little.

« It looks like tears… It’s sad but beautiful ! »

A strange new fragrance caressed her little blue nose as another drop fell on the tip of it, surprising her before a soft giggle came out of her throat. Loki couldn’t help but smile, and in a soft tone, he declared :

« -This is rain, my dear. It is only water falling from the sky. I can teach you how this works if you want to know more about it.

-It’s like snow on Jotunheim but with water ! Loki, I want to go outside ! » She cheerfully screamed before running toward the nearest exist. He followed, of course. He wanted to watch her discover this little trick from his realm with her childish delight.

She ran outside, then stopped and stretched her bare arms out, before tilting her head back to receive this blissful freshness on her face. After a while, she parted her lips to stick her tongue out, and giggled as drops landed on it.

He joined her, feeling her childish joy poor into him. She did look funny, with that deep blue tongue of hers hanging out of her mouth. Her hair and clothing were soaked, sticking to her body quite messily, and the young prince could see the curves of her silhouette that the delicate fabric always kept well hidden. He gazed at her, realizing that no other woman could compare to such innocent beauty.

The sent of wet soil was everywhere around them, and the Jotun was delighted by it. She was dancing in the rain, bare foot, splashing water around her when she would step in a puddle. She liked it better then Jotunheim’s snow. It tickled her skin, it was refreshing but not freezing. She looked at Loki, with a bright smile on her face.

The prince was beyond handsome now. Some strands of wet hair stick to his face, giving him a slightly more savage attitude. Could this man ever look anything like but gorgeous ? His smile always had her shiver, and right now, she was thankful for the rain, that made him even more beautiful then the burning rays of gold had the day Loki had cast a bright light upon her cold and dark world.

She came up to him and took his arm in her small hands, before yelling that he had to catch her now, and ran off, all excited by this new weather she had just discovered. He coudn’t help it and smiled again, before going after her, allowing himself be a child again, letting go of reality. He ran after that girl under the rain, playing and laughing heartfreely with her, and it was just like a dream, a piece of life full of pure joy and a pinch of innocent, growing love.

Little was she aware that she had, as well, brought a new breath to his agonising heart, swollen with pain and darkness. She made it all different, looking straight at him unlike others did, as they always preferred his brother. That bitter taste he had since the truth about himself was revealed to him was softenend by this sweet girl, half Jotun and half Asgardian.

Just like him.

Watching the Beatles interact with one another was a sight. They were almost like characters in a Buster Keaton movie: their movements seemed sped up a touch, and playful. They had a cosmic energy that seemed to flow from Paul. John brought a sharp, edgy wit, and Ringo had a wonderful animated quality. George’s engaging grace brought pure joy into the room. The group had a balance to it, with everyone playing their part. They had transitioned out of their early period, when they had seemed innocent and sweet, especially in comparison to the world we had come out of. But seeing them here, even seeing the artwork on their new record—it all added up to a new, powerful musical direction.
—  Robbie Robertson, Testimony. (2016)

Heart Chakra Affirmations

  • All love resides within my heart
  • I am quiet and listen to my heart’s song
  • I choose to be united with all beings, visible and invisible, in the realm of love and light
  • I anchor my heart in truth, love, and God’s grace
  • Love opens and heals me
  • I choose the peace that surpasses all understanding
  • I am love, I am peace, I am light
  • I follow my heart’s desire for truth and goodness and love
  • My core is pure and innocent. Nothing can touch the soul of my heart except love itself
  • God’s life fills me and opens my heart to all goodness
  • Joy is my reason for living
  • I look for the joy in myself and see it in all things
  • I delight in sharing my joy
  • I let my heart shine and give from the depths of my being to those who accept love

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Warnings: Mentions of death, fluff/angst

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Tiny fingers curled together around the closest finger your calm mind could find.

“Do you wanna hold her?” Dean’s eyes slowly fluttered downward from your closed ones up to the man he still was uncertain if he could trust or not.

Sam cocked his eyebrow at his brother, he too wasn’t sure about the offer that had been thrown on the table. However, the rather small and content infant swaddled into his arms showed that there was no real threat exposed.

The suited man slightly shuffled forward, meeting Dean’s arms as he passed you onto another.

Although you couldn’t see much at this point at only four days old, mixed eyes opened widely and curiously attempted to explore the newly found friend gently cradling you in his arms.

“She would’ve wanted her to know you.” Dean’s voice cleared before he softly spoke, careful not to wake you.

Just in the corner of his lip, the King of Hell had a small curl revealing that of a barely visible smile as he peered down into the definition of innocence.

“Regardless if her new uncle is the King of Hell.” Dean added with a sigh.

Who would’ve thought the Winchesters would be joined to family with Crowley. Left with a small bundle of hope without a mother who would bring them all the most pure joy and love any of them could ever experience.

Originally posted by aexcusethemess

Pure (F/A)

Since this is my first full on BoyXBoy fic, I’ll be releasing part one first and if I get good feedback I’ll for sure do a part two. 

Genre: Fluff, and the tiniest bit of angst (a smol ounce of stuff hinting to smut) 

Length: 1,088 words

Originally posted by very-bts

Jungkook’s Pov:

“How do I look?” Tae asked while walking up and down the hall as if it were a catwalk, showing off the brand new tux he has just bought for his date. 

Jungkook stood there, ‘critiquing’ his outfit, “Hmm..” He began, trying to hide how distraught he was. Tae was so handsome, all the time, he constantly was leaving him near speechless every time they hung out; tae could be in sweats and a raggedy old shirt and would still look absolutely gorgeous to him. “You look- You look great Tae-Hyung.” Jungkook said softy, flashing him a sweet smile. 

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C Major
Completely Pure. Its character is: innocence, simplicity, na�vety, children’s talk.

C Minor
Declaration of love and at the same time the lament of unhappy love. All languishing, longing, sighing of the love-sick soul lies in this key.

Db Major
A leering key, degenerating into grief and rapture. It cannot laugh, but it can smile; it cannot howl, but it can at least grimace its crying.—Consequently only unusual characters and feelings can be brought out in this key.

C# Minor
Penitential lamentation, intimate conversation with God, the friend and help-meet of life; sighs of disappointed friendship and love lie in its radius.

D Major
The key of triumph, of Hallejuahs, of war-cries, of victory-rejoicing. Thus, the inviting symphonies, the marches, holiday songs and heaven-rejoicing choruses are set in this key.

D Minor
Melancholy womanliness, the spleen and humours brood.

Eb Major
The key of love, of devotion, of intimate conversation with God.

D# Minor
Feelings of the anxiety of the soul’s deepest distress, of brooding despair, of blackest depresssion, of the most gloomy condition of the soul. Every fear, every hesitation of the shuddering heart, breathes out of horrible D# minor. If ghosts could speak, their speech would approximate this key.

E Major
Noisy shouts of joy, laughing pleasure and not yet complete, full delight lies in E Major.

E minor
Na�ve, womanly innocent declaration of love, lament without grumbling; sighs accompanied by few tears; this key speaks of the imminent hope of resolving in the pure happiness of C major.
F Major
Complaisance & Calm.

F Minor
Deep depression, funereal lament, groans of misery and longing for the grave.

F# Major
Triumph over difficulty, free sigh of relief utered when hurdles are surmounted; echo of a soul which has fiercely struggled and finally conquered lies in all uses of this key.

F# Minor
A gloomy key: it tugs at passion as a dog biting a dress. Resentment and discontent are its language.

G Major
Everything rustic, idyllic and lyrical, every calm and satisfied passion, every tender gratitude for true friendship and faithful love,—in a word every gentle and peaceful emotion of the heart is correctly expressed by this key.

G Minor
Discontent, uneasiness, worry about a failed scheme; bad-tempered gnashing of teeth; in a word: resentment and dislike.

Ab Major
Key of the grave. Death, grave, putrefaction, judgment, eternity lie in its radius.

Ab Minor
Grumbler, heart squeezed until it suffocates; wailing lament, difficult struggle; in a word, the color of this key is everything struggling with difficulty.

A Major
This key includes declarations of innocent love, satisfaction with one’s state of affairs; hope of seeing one’s beloved again when parting; youthful cheerfulness and trust in God.
A minor
Pious womanliness and tenderness of character.

Bb Major
Cheerful love, clear conscience, hope aspiration for a better world.

Bb minor
A quaint creature, often dressed in the garment of night. It is somewhat surly and very seldom takes on a pleasant countenance. Mocking God and the world; discontented with itself and with everything; preparation for suicide sounds in this key.

B Major
Strongly coloured, announcing wild passions, composed from the most glaring coulors. Anger, rage, jealousy, fury, despair and every burden of the heart lies in its sphere.

B Minor
This is as it were the key of patience, of calm awaiting ones’s fate and of submission to divine dispensation.


Christian Schubart’s Ideen zu einer Aesthetik der Tonkunst (1806)

Translated by Rita Steblin in A History of Key Characteristics in the 18th and Early 19th Centuries. UMI Research Press (1983).

Only You pt. 1

Characters: Jimin x reader (ft maknae line)

Warnings: Mentions of blood/death, angst, fluff & smut 

Word count: 6,503

A/N: Hello again! I’m back with another fanfic for you! This is the first part out of two; it’s in first person, your name is Hana, and everything italicized is a memory. Please let me know what you think!

Originally posted by cherryblossoms-and-cupcakes

Everything was gray, or at least, everything appeared darker than it should have been. Somehow, even the brightest of colors came off mute and dissatisfied, and the darkest colors only seemed to get darker. Everything was just…gray.

I couldn’t remember the last time I saw something for what it really was, or saw the world as something beautiful. I’d lived too long to appreciate anything for what it was. Until I saw you. Only you could make me see the light in this dark world. Only you could breathe life back into the helplessness I’d become. As pathetic as it sounds, I’d only come to live for you. But it’d been too long since I was able to see you, meaning, life could only drone on at a monotonous pace, growing duller the longer you slipped through my fingertips. I was empty, completely and utterly empty without you.

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Nice times, Sweet blessings ( Yukimura's modern AU drabble)

A/N: This idea suddenly pops up in my mind and so Daph decided to write it and share this with my lovely friends here. And an apologise that I kept missing and not online lately. These weeks were hectic and I’m a little lazy to open Tumblr lol…. this short drabble is a gift to my awesome twinnie ~ @minminami and tagging my fellow friends here @dreamsinparadise @viridian99 @akanojikan @rainbowatnight @cottonballwithmustache @jemchew @fureiaa who also a fellow lady Sanada XD  @singokumaiden  @kitty-kat-ty @dreamfar628

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BTS - Color Aesthetics

Kim Seokjin- Purple 

Purple represents royalty, elegance, sophistication, and creativity

“They tried to measure his worth in words, but it lay safe in the wealthiness of his big heart completely safe, sound, and immeasurable” 

Min Yoongi- Green 

Green represents balance, freshness, originality, and tranquility.

“He concealed a part of him behind a mask indifference for the world was too scary to trust”

Jung Hoseok- Yellow

Yellow represents joy, sunshine, happiness, and energy.

“Even the sun seeked refuge behind the clouds because he burned too hot and shined too bright”

Kim Namjoon- Blue 

Blue represents wisdom, intelligence, confidence, and stability

“His eyes held stars and his lips uttered stories of faraway galaxies that he wanted to touch and become one with”

Park Jimin- Pink

Pink represents tenderness, love, caring, and calmness

“The words in his mind stole away the love he should have felt for himself”

Kim Taehyung- White

White represents light, innocence, purity and goodness.

“He thought the world was as pure as his soul, as innocent as his mind, and as good as his heart”

Jeon Jungkook- Orange

Orange represents joy, warmth, determination, and strength 

“He survived because fire inside him burned brighter and more fiercer than the fire around him” 

It took me all night to make this so I hope you all like it. If you would like to request one for another group then you can ask!!! I don’t mind making it. I made this one because I am obsessed with aesthetics these days! So anything to satisfy my hunger for aesthetics is good :)

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What is innocence but a lack of experience?

You are pure, sincere, I may even go so far as to say angelic

You haven’t seen half the things I have, with you, Life has been lenient

You shine, radiating the naive joy of youth, your mind is copacetic

You’ve had your struggles, you overcame them all

I entered the story late, only witnessed a few chapters

But I’m proud of you, you’re so strong, despite it all you stand tall

And you always will, life will never break you, you’ll never lose your laughter

At least I hope not, I’m not willing to believe it’s even a possibility

The thought that you could ever end up like me.. I can’t even consider it

I hope you never know the horror of such a twisted reality


Fickle, isn’t it?

Funny, I use that word an awful lot for someone hanging on by a thread

I have so much of it, nearly all given by you

Thank you for everything

I’m glad you were strong enough to leave me too

I am poison, rotten, filthy corruption leaks from my fractured soul

Lungs that don’t quite work

A spine that bends and breaks

Two feet that stumble and slip

Mouth leaking half truths and delusional fallacies

Eyes reflecting wastelands of broken dreams

Beliefs tainted and mutilated by a desperate mind

The mind.

It doesn’t understand. It is confused, lost

Bewildered, afraid

So afraid

You helped my fears come true

And I thank you for that too

They were a crutch, a rusty blade lodged in between the fifth and sixth rib

You pulled it out and let me bleed

The toxins needed a release

I’m cold now, fading

But I’m myself again, whoever that is

You fly so beautifully

Look how your wings shine ‘neath the brilliant sun

Without me holding you down

Without dragging my carcass behind you

So beautiful

My wings are broken, shattered, infected

I sawed them off

Accepting my place among the bottom dwellers

Where I belong, the place I was born, raised

The place I’ve always been

Take me to the basement

Let me dwell with my fellow cockroaches and centipedes

Creatures that came up on predator and prey mentality

I was the prey, for a time

No more

It’s hazy here, smoke fills the air

The scent of alcohol and something stronger

We’re numb here

And that’s okay, I get it now

It’s all okay

You fly with the seraphim

I’ll admire from these sulfurous pits

And try to mend the twisted limbs of the rest of the broken

Still working on coughing up this corrosive phlegm

That stains my heart

No amount of scrubbing gets it out

Ah well, you know how it goes

We can’t all make it to paradise

Innocence lost, right?

Hopeful Prayer for a Valentine

Of her, I don’t know much.
But, I know I wish to.
She seems to have the kind of heart,
That anyone who dreams should.

Her words are sweet,
Thoughts are pure,
Innocent and loving.
With an angel’s face,
A soul runs true,
Her arms must be like Heaven.

Her Chronicles of life
As if told from magic lands.
Are better shared,
Better spent,
With the world she holds
In her hands.

God, give her anything,
Everything, she deserves.
Not only now,
But always,
For being such a Faithful girl.

Let her heart find joy and love,
May her wishes be fulfilled.
Whether morning, day, or night,
Help her find all she wills.

Someday let her look back in time,
Run across this poem,
Realize it’s more of a prayer,
From someone she doesn’t know.

May it bring a smile,
For Valentine’s Day,
Hope it finds her feeling love.
For she should have,
Most anything,
Blessed from you, Lord, up above.

Remember her smile today,
When she reads this and finds.
That she is fondly thought about,
By her Secret Valentine.

Happy Valentine’s Day to my Secret Valentine, the lovely @escherdrawnthoughts ! Hope you get all the love you deserve!

-H. Murcia For Valentine’s Day

Darling Our Love is More than Worth its Weight in Gold

(NOTE: This is a story I made for JJseung shippers. Title is from the song Say You Won’t Let Go, listen to it while/after reading this)

When they first started dating, neither of them thought it would last. Given the various factors that could greatly impact their relationship and cause it to crumble eventually.

Still, this does not mean they love each other less.

On their first anniversary, which also happened to be in time for the holidays, Jean-Jacques took him on a special date.

Seung-gil remembers it vividly; as the sun sets over the horizon an array of colors painted the canvas that was the frozen lake.

 Large, calloused hand wrapped around his pale, slender one as the both of them tread on the ice with ease.

JJ spun him carefully, and in an instant, gleaming blue irises met calm, dark ones. The world was still, as warmth engulfed the atmosphere.

Hand in hand they danced to a tune only they could hear.

Their second anniversary was far less romantic than the first one. Two weeks before their planned vacation in Thailand, a fight had broken out.

Thinking about it now, the reason behind was honestly ridiculous.

He remembered their heated argument in one of the changing rooms at the Hershey Centre where the venue for Skate Canada had been set. 

During that skating season, Seung-gil chose the theme of Romance, exhibiting a graceful side as oppose to his allegedly stone cold personality.

He was the last one to take on the ice that night, right after his boyfriend who presented another astounding performance to the masses.

The crowd erupted with such enthusiasm as his music ended and he made his final pose.

Seung-gil proceeded at the kiss and cry quite aware of the hardened gaze the followed his every movement.

As soon as his interview was over, he felt something cold wrap around his wrist as he was being swayed through the parted crowd. The embroidered maple leaf on JJ’s jacket flashed an angry red before Seung-gil.

“What are you wearing?” The Canadian skater asked the second they were in the confinements of the dressing room. 

It came out rather harsh and had taken Seung-gil by surprise.

“My costume.” He replied, voice without a hint of sarcasm.

Unlike the costumes he had worn in previous competitions, his current outfit had been a subject of attention to a number of spectators. 

All because of the low cut on the back of his cobalt blue top.

They did not have any discussions after that, JJ just wrapped his jacket around Seung-gil’s shoulders, the size successfully covering the small of Seung-gil’s back down to his thighs.

Shortly after their bickering, the winners were announced, and when the Korean skater claimed his silver medal on the podium, safe to say that the audience began to wonder why he changed out of his livery.

Celebrating the third year of their relationship was such an experience, for the lack of better words.

The initial idea was to take a romantic soiree in the streets of Paris right after the charity gala that they had organized for the summer.

Yet, when their fellow competitors caught wind of the news, the proposal had been steered on a different direction as they found themselves relaxing in the hot baths of Hasetsu.

Seun-gil wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he found friends with his supposed to be rivals on ice. Genuine people he could lean onto. 

They partied the night away in the comforts of the Katsuki’s hospitality, getting drunk with some minor cases of people stripping.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t the Russian living legend who initiated the undressing, in fact, he remained sober throughout.

And when the clock struck midnight, he knelt on one knee, took Yuuri’s hand in his and looked at the bewildered Japanese skater.

“Yuuri, would you finally take this man to be your better half?” Victor asked in a voice unwavering.

The rest of the night was spent in congratulating the engaged couple who was already married nonetheless and a drunk eighteen year-old Russian fairy who was crying in pure happiness, muttering about how his parents are finally getting married while hugging the arm of a certain Kazakhstani skater.

By the fourth year of being together, both he and JJ were formally introduced to their respective families.

Seung-gil was frightened at first, but JJ kissed his worries away and assured him that everything will be fine.

They entered the Lee’s mansion, fingers intertwined. It sure brought him relief when he saw how accepting his parents were of their relationship. 

It wasn’t just for show, the smiles on their faces tell him otherwise.

Later that evening, he woke up to the sound of hushed voices coming from outside his bedroom door. 

Seung-gil wasn’t one to bother himself with eavesdropping yet he found himself pressing his ear on the mahogany doors.

“Take care of my son Jean. His happiness outweighs any materialistic whims of this old man’s heart.”

His father’s voice wasn’t forced or strained, it was a request free of anger and disdain.

Tears stained his pale cheeks and really, Seung-gil could not be any more grateful for the support.

As they marked the fifth year of their relationship, Seung-gil reached a sudden realization; a very sentimental one to boot.

He wants to spend his waking days together with this exuberant man who lit a fire in him.

Seung-gil laid his eyes on the half-naked man snoring softly next to him, arms haphazardly sprawled on his waist.

An affectionate chuckle escaped his lips as he carded his fingers through the navy blue locks, sweeping them on the side of JJ’s face and planting a kiss on his forehead.

Christmas arrived and following the holiday was their anniversary, JJ had taken him to his grandparents’ place where they were to celebrate with the latter’s family.

It has been a custom since they have gotten together a couple of years back.

Seung-gil always have so much fun with the Leroys, they were good natured people that make Seung-gil feel like he had long since been a part of their family.

When it was time for their traditional gift exchange, the Korean skater felt peculiar as all eyes were on him in strange anticipation the moment he stood up from the loveseat.

JJ retreated to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water, leaving him alone with the rest of his family who were all wide-eyed and smiling at Seung-gil’s direction.

He smiled nervously in return, turning his back as he picked up the gift meant for him.

When he faced them once more, he was rendered speechless as he saw his boyfriend on one knee, gazing at him with love in those pools of ocean blue eyes.

“Seung-gil Lee, I know you were listening back then. When I made a promise to your father that I will take care of you. And though I could not give you happiness in everyday of our lives, would you still be willing to share the rest of your life with this hopeless king that loves you?”

Jean-Jacques had asked him, voice quivering and hands shaking, clutching a box that cushioned a simple silver band.

For a moment, time stood still.

He could only see the man he is very much in love with before him, and as if he was some protagonist in an overly dramatic romance comic, Seung-gil nodded in affirmation and wrapped his arms around JJ, and uncharacteristically whispered a hundred I-love-yous in the Canadian’s ear. 

Jean-Jacques’ chest vibrated as he chuckled and enveloped Seung-gil in a hug reciprocating the warmth that the other has given off.

A small smile adorned his face as he caressed the intricate borders of the wooden frame. Seung-gil remembered all that has happened like it was only yesterday.

After a while, he placed the object gently on the counter table as heard the small pitter patters rushing towards his direction, the loud barks, and the familiar heavy footsteps that followed shortly after.

“Joyeux Noël, maman!” 

Two identical toddlers wrapped their small arms around Seung-gil’s legs and looked up at him, beaming with pure innocence and joy; something they inherited from somebody he knows all too well.

Seung-gil chuckled and bent to level his height with the energetic pair of twins, engulfing them in a hug.  

“Thank you.”

And really, he meant it in more ways than one.

I am a sap, yes. (I apologize, lolol) 

Though I have been shipping JJSeung since forever, I am still aware of the fact that JJ already has someone else in the canon series, and I respect that. I do not like the idea of cheating and I believe that the jjseung shippers are always careful when they express their love for this ship without offending other pairings. 

Also, don’t think too much where the twins came from, they call Seung-gil ‘maman’ because they grew up hearing JJ tease Seung-gil with that word and it stuck. THANK YOU! 

answering the rest of these under the cut just because i got a lot and i do want to answer them all without spamming so heeeere we go!

to fiona!!! if you ever met a genie, what would be you three wishes?????

“ummmmmm…1.) a PUPPY!!!!, 2.) all the froot loops in the world, and 3.) for my mom to be happy.”

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Feyre is trying (read: failing) to bake in the kitchen. Rhys comes in and it gets smutty?

hey nonnie! sorry it took so long to answer this! but here you go *drops fic in your hands* i had so much fun with this one, i needed to write some fluff after kismet. thanks to @nightcourthighlordrhysand for beta-ing as always, and i hope you like it!


Feyre looked at the ingredients in front of her. Flour, brown and white sugar, eggs, butter. She was just missing… ah, there. Baking soda. Turning back to the kitchen counter, she bit her lip in concentration as she leaned over to look at the big leather bound cooking book opened in page sixty three, a recipe for cookies—Rhysand’s favorite.

She had woken up that morning, after burning another one of their meals—and of course, he had eaten it all with a big smile on his face—, determined to bake him cookies like his mother had before she passed. She had never personally met the woman—or her cookies—, but Cassian told her so many stories…

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blackarrow-bagels  asked:


Okay. I’m not going to lie, I have thought about Thomas A LOT in this AU, but beyond this question, I don’t think I want to talk about it or draw it anymore and I think you’ll see why in a second.

Thomas was actually initially the 2nd person I thought of in the Evil YouTube inc au because people were also getting their content flagged for any LGBT content. So I thought, yes, Thomas, as Family friendly as he is, is very important to the LGBT+ community and says a lot that would be considered inappropriate to YouTube and they would take him in for reprogramming, make sure he says the right thing, “take it easy guys, gals and all my pals”, he would have to misgender his friends, completely ignore and isolate the fans who look to him for that kind of content and help. He would either have to stand down and betray the entire community and be in hiding about being gay or him and his friends would be severely punished and tortured for it.

Now. The reason I won’t be talking about this anymore in this AU, if you can’t tell by now, is because it’s a very touchy and uncomfortable subject, especially for me. It’s just a fascinating story concept when you have this dystopian universe centered around not cursing or saying anything sexual or inappropriate. It’s a little too close to reality when I have a universe that rounds up and controls LGBT people. Part of me initially liked the concept of telling the story this way to highlight the senseless persecution of the LGBT community. But the more and more I thought about it, I realized the community doesn’t need art and stories about being slaughtered and tortured and used as mouth pieces for hate. There’s enough of that in our lives and I don’t need to be fictionalizing that reality and digging up that trauma in others.

So, I know this was a completely innocent question for the pure joy of storytelling and I thank you wholeheartedly for your interest, but this is just a notice to all my followers that I won’t be talking about Thomas in this AU.