am i allowed to mix aus like this is this okay

Unlucky Nine: A list of antis you may or may not have encountered in the vld fandom

Start Note: When I mention [Ship Name] Anti, it means a shipper of that ship who is also anti of another ship mentioned depending on the context as opposed to Anti-[Ship Name] which is someone who is an anti of the ship mentioned.

I. “Ship K/ance or Sha//ura or my ship instead” anti

These antis are just assholes. They insult other ships that contend to their own. These antis are prevalent in Sheith, Kallura and sometimes Shidge tags.

You get K/ance antis calling Sheith yaoi culture but then they totally change Keith and Lance’s character to fit the same trope. I was so pissed the other day because someone took Lance and just shoved Uke™ on him to fit an AU where he crushes on Keith.

You got K/ance & Sha//ura antis calling Kallura heteronormative but we aren’t the ones who’re forcing a mom troupe on her despite her not being really motherly. (Hunk is the mom friend but let us forget the fat character for aesthetics) You get them saying they love Allura but her story line, which focuses on her duty and willingness to sacrifice anything for it, is shoved for some romance. (Allura, although possibly having some romantic take to it, did not save Shiro because she had a fucking crush on him. She saved him because he needed saving and she viewed his role to Voltron as more important than hers.Stop acting like it is a canon romantic scene. No real scene in Voltron is really inherently romantic.)

You got K/ance shouting if Kallura happens, there won’t be any representation (m/m) but we still got Shiro, Lance and Hunk. Yes, we still got Shunk, Shance and Hance. if we go poly, there is Shunce. And if we dig deeper and you are willing, add Coran into the mix(I’m shoran trash undeniably).

You got them saying Shidge is wrong but the most official thing we got is actually the OFFICIAL Voltron site (whose content probably was made known to the entire crew and was advertised to the general public) saying ‘5 teens.’ But let us dwell on a half-baked video where a person throws numbers into some of the crew’s mouths. Let us not dwell on how Allura has no one bit of an age meter. For all we know, she could be a centuries old Alien. But sure why not, dwell on Shidge.

They put their ships on high pedestals to trample on other ships but you are probably a hateful bitch when you call them out on their shit.

II. “Shiro is spacedad” anti (bonus points for Allura as space mom)

These antis believe Shiro is a grandpa. They seem him as a father figure which would have been okay because let us admit that at some point the space dad joke were funny UNTIL PEOPLE TOOK THEM SERIOUSLY. Unlike the typical fan who laugh at the jab, these people take things to far and actually think it is canon. Shiro is actually a dad. “How dare you hc Shiro as a young and vulnerable character instead of my perfect space dad™?” All that crap.

But if you remember Prisoner Shiro, Kerberos Shiro, he looks pretty young. If you change back his hair before the frosty tips, remove the scar and the buff bara bod (he probably got from fighting in the ring), you wouldn’t find him looking wise beyond his years.

Coupled with Canon™ Space Mom Allura, it just pisses me off. Allura is enigmatic, a bit impulsive but her impulses are mostly practical, not afraid to jump into action, a bit bossy and domineering at times, yes, but deep down inside Allura is just a princess who wants her life back, who wants to live in peace with pretty things like her Altean flowers, who wants to go shopping for sparkly things, and maybe experiment with cute hairstyles.

This is why it kinda pisses me off. The idea was cute. Heck, I made an entire Sha//ura au once with my friend with the whole vld family thing but when they just pushed for it on discourse and acted like it was some holy canon grail, I was just really seven levels of salt.

III. “Pidge is like 4 months old” anti

These antis just infatalize Pidge. “Pidge is a kid. She can’t make romance decision. Pidge is practically a baby. How dare u” and all that shit. But it is totally fine for someone you see as a ‘kid’ to be flying an alien warship and engaging in an intergalactic war? Same goes for those who infantalize other Paladins. The logic is flawed enough but something else really pissed me off in this one.

My main concern with this is that the blatant forcefulness that Pidge is young because she has all the stereotypical looks of younger people. It undermines short girls who never grow up to be tall and developed upfront. Some people never get hit with puberty right. I was thirteen and 5′1 and now I’m  nineteen and guess what? 5′1.5. Where is the justice puberty? You didn’t hit me up. You just poked me with a stick once and left.

And just the other day, guess what? I was again assumed to be like fourteen, especially since I was standing right next to my tree of a younger brother who is like sixteen. I probably would be rich right now if i had a dollar for every single person who thought I was fourteen. Pidge may look young by stereotypical standards, sure. But that doesn’t mean she is. She could just be a short 19 year old.

The concept of child-coded is bullshit. I mean look, I look, by stereotypical anti standard, like a fourteen year old therefore when tall people my age or older (who coincidentally also fit the stereotypical adult look standard) theoretically like me, we are perpetuating pedophilia. If we start dating, since they are adult-coded and I’m child-coded, it’s almost as if it is already pedophilia.

If anything, the infantalization of Pidge showed me that people, yes I repeat, people will continue to be misogynistic to women who do not fit the stereotype of what a woman should be. I mean, when did height and cupsize amount to a woman’s age and maturity as a person? It just says you have to fit this shitty standard to be something and to be recognized and that is fucking bullshit.

Oh well, to the antis, I guess I’ll be a minor forever. And to end this segment with another one of your fave defenses, “I”M MINOR-CODED AND CHILD-CODED SO YOU CAN’T ATTACK ME UWU”

IV. “Shiro’s trauma is an issue” anti

This is by far the one of the things I’ve seen. These people say that because Shiro experienced some traumatizing shit, he is not eligible for a relationship with any of the Paladins. It basically says that because Shiro has ptsd, he can’t date anyone who is potentially(meaning they see this character as young or immature and they aren’t actually as such) less mature™ or younger than he is. It basically says that since Shiro has ptsd, he must be toxic by default. It thrives upon the logic that anyone with mental health issues is gonna be toxic in relationships. (except Sha//ura cuz apparently Shiro who they call toxic in all other relationships isn’t toxic there)

V. “go fucking kill yourself” anti

No explanations needed. Assholes with no regard for human life. Suicide baiting, Gas lighting, you name it. Best thing to do is just block these. No arguing with them.

VI. “I’m a minor/survivor/minority group so I am allowed to be an asshole to anyone” anti

These are the people who go and attack others but when you call them out on their shit, they go like “but we are a minor/survivor/part of a minority.”

I’m only gonna say this once so listen well. (Who am I kidding? I’ve stressed this so much.) Being a minor/survivor/minority does not excuse you from being an asshole. You can experience terrible things and be like fourteen but you can still be an asshole. It does not give you a free pass to ruin other people’s lives. Get that inside your head. Someone can be depressed and still be an asshole. Someone can be autistic and still be an asshole. Someone can be gay and still be an asshole. Someone can be part of a general minority group and still be an asshole. Their status as a minor/minority/survivor DOES NOT make them an asshole but this specific person, who coincidentally fits in a certain group, is just an asshole. Their status is merely circumstantial and not the root of their being an asshole therefor it must not be used as an excuse for them to be one.

VII. “Shaladin is okay except for Shidge ft. Ship Sh/att instead” anti

I’m like WHY? These antis act like they are allies and they are good™ but they throw Shidge under the bus and vilify it to somehow make other shaladin ships appeal to the anti standards. You draw the line in Shidge? Well, I draw the line in vilifying ships to put yours on a pedestal. I would’ve understood if it was just basic ‘I don’t like Shidge’ but no, it has to rhyme with the anti logic of infantalizing her and all those things.

And don’t let me get started on Sh/att. Cuz it just shattered all the hope of me getting into this ship. This was good, old friends trope, I couldn’t save you trope. You name it. It has all the layers of angst that normally i would dive into. But the shippers use the same rhetoric shaladin antis use on Shidge. “It’s shidge but gay” Do you know how misogynistic you sound? And how dare you think I ship my ship because ‘aesthetics uwu’.

The idea of throwing Shidge out to appeal to the antis like some sacrificial lamb is just anti rhetoric itself. “It’s okay if one ships takes the fall for us.” It’s just pointing fingers at someone, in this case some ship. And honestly, that sucks.

VIII. “I’m gonna misuse social justice to call you all these names and not appreciate social justice when it is working against me” anti

These antis are those who try to shit on ships by appealing to twisted social justice but the moment actual social justice works against them, they try to ignore it and you just know, it was never a social issue to begin with.

A perfect example of this are the “Bi Lance for K/ance” antis. They shout and tell the world,”we got Bi Lance, we got a bi character in our ship. Whoop Whoop representation” but moment someone goes “oh nice, I ship Lance with Allura/Pidge/Nyma/Plaxum/any girl in existence.” They jump at you and call you cis het scum or whatever. But Lance is Bi right? Don’t Bi people like umm girls too???? Yes??? Do you know what a bi is?????

You see, they actually don’t care about bi representational at all unless it is used to put their ships up. And don’t get me started on the hate for ‘Bi Keith.’ I know the idea of Gay Keith is a fan fave but Bi Keith is a possibility. Like Bi Lance is everything to the universe but you are suddenly Zarkon if you as much think about Bi Keith. You love bi representation so much don’t you?

Oh and the antis who go like “we are protecting survivors and minors” just as they attack survivors and minors. Good job on the protecting.

Everything these antis do is just plain crap. When you untangle their twisted social justice and see the ulterior motives, you see their actions for what they are, personal vendettas against shippers, attacks so that whatever shitty ship they have gets to trample on other ships.

IX. “fiction is reality” anti

These are just antis who thrive on the idea that fictitious content is actually reality and therefore every dark-themed content is evil.

Tell me why I’m not marking Priests with hot iron stamps fresh from flames and killing them? I read Angels and Demons. Tell me why I’m not suddenly killing humans and eating them? I watched Hannibal. Tell me how I haven’t butchered the person I like? I watched School Days + Higurashi and I was like thirteen, a minor yes, at the time. Tell me how I’m not suddenly taking people in strange boats and making them go through hell, I was eight, a fucking kid, I watched Jigoku Shoujo (Hell Girl). They are unanswerable because fiction is in fact not reality.

The idea that fiction is reality is just the same as how way back four or so years ago, there was a backlash in gaming like with fighting and guns because it supposedly perpetuates violence and supposedly hypnotizes people. And you know how stupid that idea is? That is how stupid the idea that ‘fiction’ is reality’ in fandom is.

And if you actually do think fiction is reality, I suggest you seek medical help.

End Note: Antis may appeal to other forms of attacks or a mix of these but you guys stay strong and safe.

When You Fail To Be 3

*Clears throat* Hello.

Been a long, time, how are you? Good? Yeh? Ok,done with small talk. Part three of this fic and please remember that this is basedon @kaxpha​ ‘s Humand Healing Pod Au (that it is still my baby and fave) and yeah! 

Part one ( ) and two ( )

That’s it from me! Kay, bye! 

Ps. Oh my god I really hope it’s good enough at least to read. I mean, ugh, whatever, take it, bye. 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me and neither does the AU.

Four weeks and a half.

That’s how long it took before Lance could be even able to stand up without anyone’s help.

The entire Team has been in high alert ever since he woke up, one of them always close enough, “just in case” as they called it. Lance would scoff every time someone told him that.

Everyone except Shiro.

The head of Voltron has been keeping his distance for weeks now. He had settled himself into watching from a distance the interactions between his team as they fussed over the healing Blue Paladin.

Even now, Shiro would stay behind the group whenever they trained or tried a bonding exercise. He knows most of the team had noticed, especially Lance if the confused and hurt glances he keeps sending him mean anything to go by.

Shiro doesn’t pick up the bait. He continues his way and keeps his distance.

‘I know what you’re doing.’ Keith’s voice from a week ago echoes inside him as he walks down the hallway, ‘And I’m telling you right now, this is not the right way to address the problem, Shiro.’

Shiro had ignored him, saying that he was the leader and he knew better. He knew what he was doing. Keith had only huffed annoyed at his answer and left the room without a word.

Shiro shakes his head, trying to brush those thoughts away and continues his way towards his Lion’s haggar. It is only when he hears muffled complaining near him that he raises his head in confusion and his eyes turn towards the training room door.

He can easily catch through the clear glass the two small figures inside the room and it’s not long before he recognizes the bright colors of their blue and yellow gym clothes.

Shiro’s changing his direction before he even acknowledges what he’s doing.

As soon as he steps inside, his gray eyes immediately fall on the two teens in the middle of the room, both of the on the floor and their training clothes wet from the sweat dripping from them. Hunk is pushing Lance’s hands away from the superficial cut on his right shoulder and Lance’s finger tips are barely glowing, only increasing when the fingers get closer to Hunk’s dark skin.

Shiro can only react.


The snap is so sudden and sharp that makes both teens to freeze on the spot.

Lance blinks, surprise and confusion filling his tired blue eyes as he stares at the sudden gloved hand wrapped around his wrist, faintly noticing the tight grip on it.

The brunet unconsciously tugs his wrist away from the hold but Shiro’s grip just tightens. Lance then offers a smile, small and unsure, as he meets eyes with his leader.

Keep reading


Okay you guys I was really naughty…Instead of a chapter update here is my first ever oneshot! I was going to do a Xiumin one first but someone suggested a Kyungsoo wolf au and I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. I hope you enjoy it if not let me know if something didn’t make sense!

Summary: Eunbi is a shifter who catches a delicious scent that belongs to a sexy man who looks out of place at the club she works at. What is this serious looking man doing in a place like this? The killer look in his eyes tells her he is on a mission.

Word count: 4046

Kyungsoo x OC

I grip the bars of the cage, growling loudly at the man who has been trying to grope me through the bars for the last thirty minutes. He jumps away surprised by the sound, of course, most humans are. But he snaps back quickly mumbling under his breath.

“Kitty can growl,” He muses, not expecting me to hear over the booming music, but of course I did. “Bitch wouldn’t be so brave if she wasn’t in the fucking cage.”

An amuse smirk graces my face, showing him my fangs as I slowly crouch down, “They have me in here for your protection, not mine.” I hiss at him, showing loud and clear I want nothing to do with him and his rotten smell.

Once again he jumps back, “Crazy bitch!”

The smile never leaves my face as I slowly stand up straight, making sure to stick my ass out as I go. The music switches to something with a faster beat, my friend not to far away howls loudly from her own cage before she begins thrashing to the music. I see her yellow eyes glow in the darkness, I’m sure she can see mine glowing their usual blue. I chuckle at the sight of her chucking her massive heels into the crowd, not caring if they hit someone, they were in the way of her wolf working her cage. Mine had been lost long before these early morning hours amongst the disgusting men who took them for god knows what reason.

I don’t mind really, I would have kicked them out at some point, my tigress purred with satisfaction the moment I took them off and began working my cage how I should, like the animal I am. I move my body to the music, whipping my long black hair around happily, enjoying the chaos around me. My cage is placed on podium in the middle of the dance floor about five feet up, allowing me to see everyone on the dance floor and at the bar. The hoards of people around me, some human some shifters, some other things I’m not sure about but know for sure they aren’t either of the two listed above. They smother each other in pheromones making the whole warehouse reek of sex.

The people wear many different things, none of it covers much skin though, but who am I to talk. Tonight we are belly dancers, golden bras encrusted with red gems and matching bottoms with the long mesh skirt and jingling sequence. I twirl a few times, just enjoying how the outfit moves when I catch a scent. The familiar scent sneaks into my mind and consumes it, my body buzzes, my body keeps moving to the music but my mind is somewhere else. I slyly scan the crowd for a familiar pale man and his companions, regardless of the fact that the scent is not his own it’s the only place I can find the addicting aroma.

Like chocolate and sweets.

It’s driving me fucking insane. It’s stronger this time, telling me the actual owner of this delicious scent is here, he is fucking here. Why the hell did I agree to be in the cage today? I growl at myself, frightening a few patrons by my feet but I don’t care I need to find out who this is coming from. The music slows down once again, turning the crowd from a mob of chaos to just one of grinding and sex. My hips move slowly to the music, masters at their work they draw all sorts of attention to me. The scent slowly mixes with arousal, my eyes scan over the crowd once more as my tongue drags along my lips.

I spot him.

He’s completely out of place amongst the half naked crowd in a three piece suit. There is a drink in his hand and pretty little slut on his arm but his eyes are fixated on me. It takes all of myself control and the strength of the shifter proof bars to keep me from getting out of this fucking cage and tearing that girl to pieces. I catch myself for moment, where the hell did this come from? I’m not a territorial person, I share an apartment, a car, my clothes, my food, there is nothing I really keep to myself, until now I guess because I want him.


My mind screams.


My anger and desire to get out becomes more pathetic, a small whine escapes me when the slut giggles and strokes his cheek. To my surprise he is on his feet, pushing the girl away he finally makes his way through the crowd to me. Even though I’m completely over joyed that his delicious scent is coming over, fear settles in the pit of my stomach when I feel his dominance and  anger pouring out of him. The crowd parts for him like the red sea, the other shifters in the crowd pull the humans with them to keep them from the murderous look in the man’s eyes. Man, I want to scoff at myself, he is a beast, werewolf through and through, fucking great. My tigress is confused on how to feel, my initial instinct is to hiss at the wolf prowling towards me but at the same time I’m ready to jump him.

Eyes as black as coal stare me down, I drop to my knees so our faces are much closer allowing me to see more than I could when he was in the dark bar area. I lean down on my elbows allowing my hands to slip through the bars and rest his cheeks. My fingers feel a long his masculine jaw line, grinning when I think of how I’m going to mark up that neck of his. A pink tongue runs across those heart shaped, drawing my attention back to his features, round eyes and a small nose. Brown hair that is gelled back out his handsome face seems a bit more messed up than I imagine it should be, as if he has been running his hands through it all day. His cheeks get warmer under my hands, a pink hue cross them as I continue to study him. I find myself leaning in closer, pulling him closer as I move, just barely through the bars I manage to graze his lips with my own. It’s a small touch but it causes a snarl to start in his chest. His eyes glow a blood red.

Fucking great.

An alpha.

But at this point I’m too turned on to care about anything other than getting out of this cage and getting someplace where this wolf can show me how much of an alpha he really is.

“As much as I would love to play with you Mr. Wolf I’m a bit stuck,” I muse obviously breathless., taking ahand away to shake the bars, showing their lack of mobility.

He only hums in response, making me frown, I want to hear the voice behind those pink lips. His eyes scan over the cage, he grabs one of the bars and shakes it, it doesn’t give.

“Told you, unless you are like the strongest werewolf imaginable I’m not getting out of here,” This time I’m less amused and more frustrated. “Mr. Wolf please get me out, I’m dying in here.”

His growl echoes once more.

“Okay, I’m not actually dying but I’m dying to get out of this cage so I can fucking grab you by the neck and kiss you properly,” I confess, a bit embarrassed that some random stranger can get me hot an bothered like this without even touching me. “If you can get me out of here I’m all yours,” I promise, hating myself for basically begging. But that seems to be all he needs to grab on to two of the bars and pull them apart, giving me enough space to squeeze through. I stare dumb struck for a moment as he does it without a problem, from my personal experience it should have definitely been a problem so when he offers me his hand to get down suddenly I’m hesitant.

He lets out a hearty chuckle that warms my chest, “I was promised something and I’m not leaving without it.”

“Um, Mr. Wolf, you aren’t Mr. Big Bad Wolf, are you?” I half heartedly tease, praying I’m not handing myself over to some crazy wolf.

He cocks his head, “If I am?”

I gulp.

“Okay Kitten you have until the count of five to take my hand before I climb in there and let me tell you something,” He leans closer, “I’ve always wanted to claim someone in front of a crowd. Have them all listen as you scream my name,” That voice has me almost coming undone right then and there. “One… Two… Three… Four…”

I’m sliding through the bars and into his arms before he has the chance to follow through on his dream. He smiles triumphantly, keeping one arm wrapped around my shoulders possessively as he leads me towards the exit. Once again the crowd parts for us, for him, no one dares to even look in our direction until we reach the door where the bouncer steps in front of us. I know the large man well, he’s one of our few human bouncers so of course he doesn’t notice the threatening pheromones rolling off my partner in waves. He blocks the doorway with his large body, regardless of the fact that he is half a foot taller and at least fifty pounds heavier than my partner I have no doubt the alpha could tear him to pieces.

I give the bouncer a begging smile hopping he will get the hint and realize I’m not being kidnapped, at least not really. But he doesn’t and reaches for me, “Where the hell do you think you are going with one of our dancers?” The bouncer snaps.

The alpha quickly pushes me behind him, he grabs the bouncer’s hand in his own and stares the man down as his grip tightens, slowly crushing the bouncer’s fist. I quickly get back in between them, ingoring the alpha’s free hand that is trying to drag me behind him again and grab on to the tie around his neck. I wrap my hands around it a few times bringing him to my level, our foreheads pressed together.

His red eyes bore into mine, “Kitten,” He warns with a deep growl.

“Lets go,” I half beg, hopping not to cause a scene.

“He tried to take you,” The alpha snarls, his eyes flick to the bouncer who is on his knees behind me, whimpering in pain.

“Look at me,” I command, “Let him go.” A sigh of relief leaves me, allowing me to smile. I let his tie unwrap a few times but keep a solid grip on the end and tug him gently. “Come on,” I muse playfully, urging him on like puppy. As much as I can tell his wolf doesn’t like it he obeys and follows me out of the warehouse to where all the cars are parked. “I assume you drove?” I turn to face him, his eyes are fixed on my hand still holding the end of his tie. I let it go and awkwardly laugh, not sure if I crossed a line, though I have no idea where the lines are at all at the moment. He grabs my hand and leads me to the obviously most expensive thing in a mile radius of this side of town. He leads me to the passengers side door of the imported sports car, I expect him to open the door for me but instead he pins me against it. His hands on either side of me gripping the car until his knuckles are white. Those glowing red eyes are once again fixated on me.

“Don’t ever do that again,” He warns.

I puff out my cheeks, “Sorry, I just was trying to be playful.”

He snarls, “Not that. Don’t ever try to get in between me and someone who is trying to take you away. Most people who try to take what is mine are lucky to get away with their lives, but anyone who dares to try and take you are lucky to just get their throats ripped out, understand?”

“So you are saying that…”

“You are mine.”

My tigress purrs.

“Now get in the car before I take you right here and now.” He turns and rushes to get in his own door. Turning around I see that his grip has left dents on the top of the car, I snicker, though it would be a lie to say my body isn’t vibrating with excitement. The possessiveness in his words makes me have to press my thighs together, what the fuck is this man doing to me. His engine roars to life and he speeds out of the parking lot and down the road to the main part of Seoul. It’s awkwardly silent for most of the drive, my legs are trembling and his knuckles are white from gripping the stirring wheel.

“So, should we tell each other names or are you more of the one and done, don’t need to know names, kind of guy?” I muse awkwardly.

“One and done?” He gives me a side-glance with those fucking eyes.

“I know you said, ‘you are mine’, but I don’t know if that’s just a thing wolves did to get laid.” He pulls into an underground garage and parks his car. He doesn’t acknowledge me at all as he climbs out of the car. I groan and rest my head against the dash, “Maybe he wasn’t questioning what it meant and was just telling me what he wanted as if it was obvious. I hate wolves.”

He rips open my car door and pulls me out. Without a word and drags me to the elevator and refuses to let me go the whole ride up to the top floor, penthouse, of course. Fucking Alphas. The minute we reach his floor he drags me out into a hall way and up to a pair of double doors that I assume lead to his apartment, and like in the elevator he refuses to let me go until with are inside. Once the doors are closed I’m pressed against them, he pins my hands on either side of my head, his body presses against mine.

“You hate wolves?” He muses.

“You didn’t answer my question,” I pout, regardless of the position we are in at the moment.

“One and done?” He echoes once again.

It would be a lie to say it didn’t hurt me to hear him say that.

“What a stupid thing to even suggest,” He chuckles as his nose runs along my jaw. “Wolves mate for life,” He punctuates that sentence with his fangs pressed firmly against my neck.


My tigress roars.

Of fucking course he is my mate, that is why I’ve wanted nothing more than for him to fuck me since the moment I saw him. The realization has me growling, “Why he hell couldn’t you have said that sooner? I wouldn’t have put up such a fight if I had know you were my mate and not some stranger who just has me hot and bothered!”

He chuckles, “What kind of fight did you put up? It was so easy to just steel you away.” I gulp when I feel his fangs run along my neck, “It’s like you were just begging to be snatched up, Kitten.”

“Eunbi,” I blurt out.

He hums, “Kyungsoo.”

“Kyungsoo,” I test the name out on my tongue.

He groans from his place in the crook of my neck, “Say it again.”

“Kyungsoo,” I say a bit more breathless this time. Suddenly he has me over his shoulder caring me through his apartment that I would actually like to look around in but apparently at a different time. I’m laid down on a massive bed, he stares down at me, putting all his weight on his one arm so his free hand can stroke my cheek gently.

“I promise that I will take the time to make love to you gently and romantically, but not today. Tonight I have watched dozens of men eye fuck you, my wolf is going insane with jealousy, I need to be inside you.”

I chuckle as I slowly open my legs a bit more, “All you had to do was say so.” He leans down and kisses me like his life depends on it. It’s not soft or gentle, it’s pure animal, tongues battle for dominance, I try even though I have no chance at beating him. That doesn’t stop me from cheating and pushing his elbow so I can flip him over and have the upper hand for a moment. To my surprise he doesn’t throw a fit, too focused on the intense make out session we are in. I pull away, ignoring the whine that he makes, to pull off my annoying shirt, if you can call it that. I reach for his but he seems too much rather go back to kissing and pulls me back in. With one hand gripping the back of my neck, keeping our lips pressed together, the others finds its way to my hip.

“Off,” I demand between kissing, pulling at his suit jacket and button up. He ignores me and tries to work on getting my bottoms off. I growl and shamelessly tear away his expensive looking shirt and the t-shirt underneath, revealing his toned chest. I escape his lips once more to leave kisses cross his jaw and down his neck, basking in the groans and snarls leaving his perfect lips. His other hand meets it’s partner on my other hip, holding me still as his own hips rut up against mine. I have to pause, my face pressed into the crook of his neck, in an attempt to control myself.

“Give me one fucking second to have some kind of foreplay,” I snarl wanting to enjoy the moment a bit more before jumping into it. This is my first time with an alpha and my mate, I want to take my time.

But his hips rutting once again is his response to that, “Too long. I need you now.” He rolls us back over, managing to capture my hands and pin the above my head with one hand. His other hand reaches for my bottoms and tears them away with ease, tossing them somewhere on the floor. I can’t keep myself from watching as he slowly undoes his belt and his pants. I know he is watching me, waiting for a reaction when he pulls his manhood out; he is not disappointed. My jaw drops, I knew wolves were supposed to be big but I wasn’t expecting this. He pumps himself a few times chuckling, “What’s wrong Kitten, too much for you?”

I glare at his smug face, “We will have to find out won’t we, now stop staring.”

“Are you ready?”

I gulp as wiggle my hands free and pull his face closer, hiding my face in the crook of his neck, taking a moment to breath in his delicious scent that not just turns me on but relaxes my erratic heart. “I’m ready,” I mumble.

“Where did that confidence go?” He muses softly, loosing his own cockiness.

“It’s come back, I just preparing myself,” I peek down once again, he positions himself at my entrance. “Be gentle at first at least, okay?”

His domineering wolfishness seems to fade, he copies my actions, burring his face in the crook of my neck, “Of course.” I take a few deep breaths before he plunges all the way into me in one thrust. A whimper escapes my lips, he stretches me more than I have been before. My claws dig into his back as I try to deal with the pain of such a huge intruder. He wraps his arms around me, resting his weight on his elbows to keep from crushing me. He does his best to comfort me but I don’t miss the way his body trembles, how tense his body is or the growl vibrating in his chest.

He is struggling to control himself. It’s obvious as he holds me closer, almost crushing me in his iron clad embrace, “You can move.” I encourage, hoping it will just get better once things start going.

“Are you sure?” He groans through grit teeth.

“Take the offer before have the chance to take it back.”

That is all the encouragement he needs to slowly pull and push back in at the same pace. It doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would, it’s more of a burning feeling now, it’s bearable. But for him, his wolf seems to be over the moon. The beast growls with satisfaction, making the pain worth it. After a few more stretching thrusts I feel something deep inside of me tingle.

I moan.

“There,” I mumble. “Again.” He obeys and thrusts a bit harder this time, hitting the same place again, this time head on. “Fuck! Right there!”

“As you wish,” He chuckles, his grip on me tightens as his picks up the pace. I wrap my legs around his waist, allowing him to reach deeper. Our moans fill the room, I encourage him to go faster and faster, demanding him to go harder until the only thing I can scream is his name. His wolf roars pounding into me like the animal he is. I’ve never felt something like this, the knot growing in the pit of my stomach is more intense than I’ve ever felt before. It doesn’t take very long for his thrusts to become sporadic.

The moment his teeth dig into my neck, marking me as his mate I come undone. After a few more thrust he fills me with his cum, staining my walls white. I feel utterly spent, relaxing back against the bed but the moment I shift I realize that his manhood is still hard inside of me. He notices my sudden shift and chuckles.

“You thought we would be done after one round?” He licks the bite mark on my neck. “We have a lot to catch up on, I have been looking for you for a long time, I have many things I would like to do to you before we rest.”

I gulp

Kyungsoo’s POV

I watch her from the edge of the bed, a small smile on my face. Her small frame is wrapped in the thick blanket, her pure white hair splayed out on the pillow her head rests on. I glance at the black wig on the floor then back to my sleeping mate, her cat ears sticking out on top of her head, white with black tips. I make to mental note to ask her about that, most shifters aren’t able to shift only parts of their bodies, I wonder briefly if that is why she wears the wig. I already have a long list of questions to asker her once she wakes up, starting with her surname. I was in such a jealous rage last night that I didn’t even ask her the basic questions, god I’m a shitty mate already.

The moment I picked up her scent yesterday morning on my younger brother, Sehun, my wolf was enraged to find her scent on another alpha. After almost tearing him apart he admitted he had went to that club for a good time and thankfully didn’t get it with my little kitten, though he did get a lap dance much to my displeasure. My wolf snarls just at the thought. It’s a small noise but it’s enough to make her pop up, confused and sleepy, it’s honestly adorable.

“Good morning,” I chuckle awkwardly, not sure if it’s okay that I was watching her while she slept.

She runs her hand threw her hair and yawns, “Good morning Mr. Wolf.”

I cock an eyebrow at her, “Mr. Wolf?”

“I’m assuming you’re older than me but I’m not going to call you Oppa without being sure.”

“Trust me Kitten, I’m your oppa.”

She nods, “I figured, so how old are you? Should I be calling you grandpa instead?”

“You are looking for trouble,” I warn.

“Too high, how about something in the middle, daddy?”

My cock twitches, “Kitten.”

She looks away innocently, “So something else than, should we talk about how we are going to get in trouble.”


“I know that wolves aren’t too fond of mixing with other shifters, your council of elders has something against the rest of us. I’m assuming they won’t want a handsome wolf like yourself mingling with a lowly tiger like me, mates or not.”

I hum, “They won’t be a problem.”


“They won’t be a problem,” I repeat.

“How do you know? Don’t tell me your daddy is on it,” She teases.

It takes all of myself control to not say, no, but your daddy is. Instead I say, “Nope, I am.”

Her jaw drops, “Wow,” I’m expecting her to be proud of how strong I am but I’m an idiot for hoping for that much. “You must be really old!”

I click my tongue at her, “You must really be a kitten.”

She nods, “I’m only 23.”

“23 what?”

“Just 23 years old.”

Oh god I feel like a pervert, “That explains why it took me so long to find you.”

“Also I assume you don’t spend your time in clubs like that.”

I nod, “You wound be right, I was there on a mission.”

“A mission,” She muses, “to woo me?”

I chuckle, “I guess yes. Though wooing you wasn’t really a necessity,” I admit.

“So you were just going to snatch me up whether I liked or not?”

I nod as I slowly make my way to her, “The minute I caught your scent I knew I was going to take you home and never let you go.”

“So what are the chances of me making it out of this apartment today?”

I cup her cheeks in my hands and bring her lips to mine, kissing them softly, “Absolutely none.”

 I don’t know if this is a good one shot or not. If you guys really like it I might make a part 2 if requested! Please let me know how you feel about it!

other needs (robb stark au)

i know this is rlly short and i swear i will write a robb smut soon but pls enjoy this for now! (tw: creepy guy that you can imagine as ramsay)

(no gifs are mine!!!!!!!!!)

“I kept getting harassed by some creepy person as I was trying to study and they’re picking up on my ‘fuck off vibes’ and I started to actually get scared and then you put a coffee in front of my face and called me babe and scared them away thank you please let me buy you a new on one oh you have a really cute smile when you’re shy” ft Robb Stark (@papalogia)

You’ve been in the library for about two hours, and so has this creep. This shaggy brown-haired creep who’s sitting two tables away and can’t seem to stop looking you up and down. He’s been whistling at you every now and again, winking when you turn to glare at him. He’s making your skin crawl and yet you’re still sitting here because you desperately need to study.

“Come on, don’t be like that, love,” he whispers to you, a large smirk on his lips as he watches you grow more and more uncomfortable. “That’s only making me hotter.”

“You’re fucking disgusting,” you glare at him, gritting your teeth as he laughs wildly.

“Come on, don’t tell me you’re not into that. You look like someone who’s into the kinky–”

“Hey, babe,” you hear a gentle voice next to you. You turn your head and are met with a soft, gently smile and a cup of coffee next to your books. You’re about to tell him he’s got the wrong person when he places an arm around your shoulder. “Sorry I got here so late. I got caught up with my Chem study group. Is everything alright?”

Oh bless his pure soul… and his adorable accent. You almost sigh in relief as a genuine smile makes its way onto your face.

“It’s okay,” you chuckle, enjoying the red tints of his cheeks. “I was a little worried about you, but I’m fine now. I’ve just got a lot to study.”

“I know, love, I know. I’m not here to distract you, so get to your studying. I’ll do the same on my end,” he smiles and looks up, only to see the creep storming off in another direction. “And the coast is clear. Phew!”

“Holy shit, thank you so much,” you smile widely at him, letting out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. “I was so scared.”

“I walked into the library about 20 minutes ago and I saw him here, that son of a bitch. I have a class with him and he’s absolutely terrible,” he shakes his head, muttering some curses under his breath.

“Yeah, not the classiest guy I’ve ever come across,” a shudder runs through you as you think of what else that character would’ve said… or done.

“Hey, he’s gone now. And if you’re ever walking to class or to your apartment or anywhere really and you come across him, please,” he pulls out a sheet of paper and scribbles something on it before handing it to you. “Please feel free to call or text me any time.”

“Thank you, this is so sweet of you,” you smile widely at him and he blushes, telling you how he’s happy to help. “And am I allowed to know your name?”

“My name? Oh god,” he laughs, embarrassed that he’s forgotten. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mention it yet. My name’s Robb.”

“Well, to be fair, you were busy saving me from that monster so I guess you’re forgiven,” you smile and hold out your hand to him. “Nice to meet you, Robb. My name is Y/N.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” he smiles and takes your hand in his, kissing your knuckles before slowly letting go.

“Your adorable charm mixed with that accent and those eyes and that hair… are you trying to kill me?” You raise a brow at him and he blushes, earning a playful groan from you. “How can I forget the blushing?”

“Come on,” he laughs and covers his cheeks with his hands, trying to calm himself down. “With a beauty like yourself, how am I not supposed to turn red?”

“You are so cute oh my god,” you whisper and grab a hold of his arm. “Come on, let my buy you a coffee.”

Originally posted by robbstarkmademedoit

“Oh but I thought you needed to study?” He raises a brow at you as you start putting your books away.

“Oh, I do need to study. But I have other needs as well,” you smirk and stand up, brushing your hips against his shoulder as you squeeze out of your seat. “And I promised myself I wouldn’t sleep without a guy before going on a date with him.”

You turned around and walked away but you didn’t need to look back to know that Robb scrambled out of his seat to walk after you… well he tripped but you could look past that. 

“Well, well. If it isn’t Miss Molly Hooper. What are your demands now? Food? Water? A good education for the young?”

Molly clenched her fists at his mocking tone. How dreadful was to be diplomatic with him when the only thing that crossed her mind was to punch those sharp cheekbones.But she was the only one from the shelter that he was willing to talk to, and her people needed her. She cleared her throath.

“We… need medicines.”

“And I suppose that Magnussen is not as generous as I am, right?”

“I haven’t seen him yet”

He played with the coin in his hands, rolling it across his knuckles. He reminded her of an otter she had seen at the Zoo when she was a child and the world wasn’t fucked up.

“How charming that you’ve thought of me first. But as you know well, I don’t give anything free.”

She clenched her fists. What was going to be this time? updates on her researches? the corpses of the recently deceased at the shelter so instead they could be given to their families for a proper burial he could experiment on them? soldiers?

“What do you need?” She asked.


That word sent her shivers running down her spine in a way that she didn’t want to feel. For a second everything was normal again, he was the Sherlock she once knew, willing to sacrifice himself for his loved ones. How much she missed that Sherlock, but she had to come to terms that she would never see him again. Those two years he spent dismantling Moriarty’s web had turned into a different man. A cruel tyrant that before they were able to blink, had all England under his control. She had been heartbroken, but she vowed herself she would fight for freedom, even if it meant killing him.

“Excuse me?”

He raised up from his  black couch, the coin long forgotten on his desk. He approached her like a predator would to his prey. But she was no prey, she was a lioness.

“There was a time where you would do anything I ever told you to. I just had to ask. I miss those times.” He was so close she could smell his expensive cologne mixed with his masculine scent. It was intoxicating. He extended one of his arms and with his long nimble fingers, captured a lock of her now blonde hair.

“You were so pretty with your long  auburn her pulled up in a ponytail. It gave you an air of innocence. You can’t imagine how many times I have thought of pulling your hair while I fucked you mercilessly against an authopsy table.”

She pressed her red lips in a tight line, she wasn’t going to let his antics affect her. She was stronger now.

“Kiss me.” He purred against her ear.

She looked at him straight in the eye, defiantly, eventhough he towered over her. He let out a long sigh.

“Okay. I guess I’m going to be the one who makes the first move.”

Leaning down he kissed her with a passion that if Molly had allowed herself to move, she would have melted against him and held him so tightly he could never stop kissing her. She fought the urge to moan, when his tongue caressed her lips, but Sherlock wasn’t  one to contain himself  when it came expressing how much he was enjoying something. In an attempt to break her barriers he ground his growing erection against her, hoping to get a reaction. But she remained as cold as ice, at least that was the external image she was presenting to him. But he knew better, on the inside she was a mess of  emotions mixed with primal desire, and that pleased him.

Stepping away from her and breaking the kiss he looked into her chocolate brown eyes, the only part of her that showed any emotion.

“Outside, there are a couple of cars with boxes filled with vaccines, get inside one of them and they’ll take you back to the shelter.”

As she turned to leave without saying as much as a ‘goodbye’ he spoke once again.

“I still mean it. When I told you that  wanted you to be forever by my side, I meant it. And I always will.”

She clenched her fists in rage and despair.

“Kiss my ass.”

He let out a deep chuckle.

“As much as I’d love to have that pleasure, I’m afraid that we’ll need to leave that for… our next session.”

Molly bit her lip and stomped out of the room, ignoring his laughter, echoing on the halls.

So after seeing that amazing image of Loo I felt inspired, there was a sherlollian that suggested a Distopian AU (I can’t remember who it was sorry) and I couldn’t help but go along with it. Sorry for all the mistakes, English is not my first language. 

Also Sherlock with his curls slicked back and wearing a suit.

Wow! So I can’t believe I’ve hit this milestone, but I hit 1000 followers this week! When I first started this blog I thought I would be lucky to get even 200. I am so excited and happy to share fandom with all of you beautiful and wonderful people!

I have gone from being mostly Mass Effect to mostly Star Wars to mostly GoT content so I feel pretty lucky to still have so many awesome mutuals from across fandom! To celebrate my milestone and all of you, I decided to list and say something nice about EVERY SINGLE ONE of my gorgeous mutuals!

I put a couple of my ultra-faves up top first to give my best fandom friends their time to shine. After that it is alphabetical, but just know that I love and adore all of you so, so much.

I just want to thank everyone, mutuals, followers, and blogs I follow, for making this blog what it is and allowing me to share my thoughts and emotions with all of you. I am so happy to be here :’)

P.S. I will probably do some sort of small gif or drabble giveaway as well sometime in the next couple of days so keep a lookout for that!

@sweetorganza MY BEST FRIEND ON TUMBLR! The love of my life. I am so grateful for our friendship. I sometimes sit back and think that if I hadn’t had the courage to share my embarrassing boatsex fic, we never would have met. Talking to you every day keeps me sane and I thank the old gods and the new for helping me find another sassy Scorpio Jonerys lover who supports my writing, makes me laugh, and reminds me of what’s important. You’re seriously one of my favorite people in the world Jenn and one day when we’re rich retired ladies we’ll travel the world together sipping wine and reflecting on the war for Jonerys in 2017 hahaha <3

@oadara The queen of Jonerys and Dany defense. One of the first Dany-positive and Jonerys-positive blogs I found. I am so lucky to know you, Yara. You’re smart, you are kind and respectful, and you tirelessly defend our faves and our ship in an ocean of negativity. I’m so glad I met you here on tumblr and am so grateful to share in this ship with you. Being mutuals with you is an honor :D

@angels-are-robots One of my best friends from tumblr. I love you Jeannie! Thank you for beta-ing my atrocious writing and being a good and supportive listener and friend. I hope you are having fun at Comic Con because I am literally dying of jealousy haha. Long live Spider-Man and Jonerys friends XD

@ellimomo One of the kindest and most positive people on tumblr. The queen of reaction gifs and Jonerys AUs. Always supporting me and cheering me on. You’re beautiful inside and out EJ and I love you so much. Thanks for being a good friend.

@annabelleebythesea You make the most amazing gifs and I am so grateful for them. You showed me so many Jonerys parallels that I hadn’t even thought of during Jonerys week last year! I am so glad to share this fandom with you, Tiffany, and every time you say something nice on my gifs it makes me so happy because I aspire to your skills! So glad we are mutuals <3

@luvd80s2 One of my best Jonerys friends! I love chatting with you about our faves and our love for 90s hunks and alternative music haha. Keep being wonderful!

@batfleckwaynes I love your content! You make the coolest gifs and edits and your blog shows the best stuff in the DCEU. Cool url too!

@bellarkes100 We share two controversial OTPs haha. I love Bellarke and I’m so glad to have you in the Jonerys fandom with us XD

@blackfyre-queen We have only been mutuals for a short time, but I am always happy to see notes from you! I love your beautiful icon and that URL—SO COOL!

@blackleias One of my favorite blogs. Epic mix of discourse and humor, and we both love Star Wars, GoT, and a lot of the same ships. You’re amazing.

@blue-roses-in-a-wall-of-ice You are the actual sweetest! And such a good writer. I will never stop being amazed that you’re a young whipper snapper, because you are wise beyond your years. You have a great future in writing ahead of you. I just know it. Your fics are a gift to our fandom!

@cataclismnoir A great blog! Thanks for supporting my content and loving Jonerys with me!

@clairelessly One of my favorite humans. We just became friends this year but already I feel so close to you and trust you so much. You make me smile all the time and I am so grateful that Alex worked with you so that we could meet. You’re a beautiful person in every single way. Oh, and Happy Birthday!

@daenerystubborn You make some of the most beautiful edits I’ve ever seen! I am such a big fan. And your blog is so beautiful omg.

@daisysy You make my blog feel so loved! I always love getting notes from you on my answers! And I love your blog too and your awesome icon. Long live Emilia love <3

@danykinkfic The official Jonerys stand-up comic. Makes me actually lol at least once a day. You writes great fanfic and are a good friend :)

@doublehex The king of snark. I can never tell how you really feel about anything but I know that most of the time it’s good haha. You’re a good writer, a fierce defender of Jonerys, and some I’m happy to share this fandom with. It turns out we don’t disagree on everything.

@dreamofspring My favorite GoT gif maker. I love your trademark style, your colorings, your fonts. You are the actual best. I am so honored that one of my favorite blogs ever follows me haha. And it always makes me happy when you share my content on one of the fandom blogs you’re a member of!

@elephantirrelephant One of the hottest women in the world. The queen of Hannibal discourse. A cinnamon roll of perfection.

@eliamartvll Okay I mean this when I say it—you are the nicest person I have met on this website haha. I have never seen a negative thing from you, only kindness and love for every person and ship in this fandom. You are a gift and ilysm.

@emison-evak New follower but I love love love your blog! You have the funniest and most excited reactions to Jonerys, just like me. I love reading your asks and answers :D

@fbdarkangel I never get to hear from you but I always love seeing you on my dash! We share a lot of the same fandoms and I am so happy we are mutuals!

@gendryatrash One of the nicest people I know. You leave nice comments on my embarrassing selfies and I am so blessed to know you haha. I love Gendrya and all of your Gendrya content. You’re amazing.

@gendryxaryatrash A great blog. I love your Gendrya content!

@gera-3-blog Weirdly enough the first time I saw the boatsex leak wasn’t even reddit. It was your blog with the flailing Kermit gif hahaha. I instantly followed you and then wrote my first Jonerys fanfic. I’m so glad we love BioWare and Jonerys together <3

@guileandgall Another one of my oldest and fave mutuals! Even though my content has changed so much I’m honored you still follow me. I love your writing and your BioWare stuff. You’re a great writer and a good friend and you’re always positive and nice to everyone!

@heylowday You make the cutests sort of fanfic/gifset hybrids for Jon and Dany and I love them! The one of Jon introducing Dany and Sansa was SO SWEET. I love them :D

@hileywwe Always able to make me laugh. A hardcore Jonerys defender and hilarious women I adore.

@i-likecalibrations We’ve been mutual so for long now! I hardly ever post Mass Effect anymore so I am so honored and grateful that you still follow me. I still love your blog!

@insomniarama Honestly one of my favorite people on my dash. You are the khaleesi of funny and interesting tags and like your descriptions says, you have some quality shitposts haha. Excited to watch your live blog of the episode tomorrow night XD

@jon-snuuu A fellow Jonerys lover and defender. I love sharing this fandom with you and you’re blog is wonderful!

@jonvalyrian Badass url and wonderful blog. I am a proud follower haha and love seeing notes from you on my content!

@junsnuh One of my fav mutuals. Thanks for always giving interesting input on my posts and also for giving me a laugh with that icon haha.

@jxlight Your art is so good and I miss it so much. Please make more Nat I miss you!

​ Such a nice person and great blog. Your blog title is very fitting for you because you seem to be a multi-shipper who treats EVERYONE with respect and kindness. It’s rare and I’m so glad we have kind souls like you in the fandom. Also it always makes my day when your reblog my mediocre gifs and tag it “beautiful edit.” You’re kind of the best <3

@khaleesiwhitewolf I love seeing the funny stuff you add in reblogs haha. Glad you love Jonerys with us <3

@ktwrites One of my first Jonerys mutuals! I love having you in the JonerysChat! You’re so friendly and kind and I love talking fandom with you!

@lightning—farron You’re awesome! I’ve seen your edits in the tag for months so I was thrilled to get a follower from you. Cool url, too! Love Final Fantasy.

@lindsattt My friend in real life. Spent too long in China so now I am sad. I miss you and hope I can see you for the wedding. Love you forever.

@lizstargaryen Such a sweetie! I love seeing your commentary on Jonerys and your side blog is great! So glad we have you in our ship.

@maitsiak Another one of my real-life friends who is trusted enough to see my trash side. I know nothing about K-Pop or K-Dramas but everything on your blog is adorable, as are you. I love you so very much. You’re an angel.

@misshoneywheeler The person I can go to when the wank is too much to bear haha. Thanks for tolerating me and providing pep talks sometimes. You write freaking amazing fics, too. Oh and I love your blog and all the beautiful people on it.

@mpaty1475 A Jonerys veteran! One of the first Jonerys blogs I followed. I love seeing your comments and kudos on my fanfic because I have a lot of respect for you. Thanks for following me :D

@mrsharington You’re so kind! I love seeing you on my dash and in my notes, and I love your delicious Kit content haha.

@msariayoureakiller The queen of my inbox hehe. I love getting asks from you. They are always so interesting and you give me such great ideas and valuable insights. And you do all of this as yourself instead of anon so I know who to thank for the awesome discussions. So grateful to have you as a follower!

@mudinyourlungs Idk how you got left off the first time! I am so sorry! But you know I love your blog and your analysis of Dany and Jon! You’re smart and you take no shit haha. I love it <3

@naerysv Thanks for doing so much for our fandom! I love our JonerysFics and JonerysOnline blogs so thanks for all you do! You’re the best! Your blog is so beautiful! I’ve been following for a long time and I am

@princessdany One of my fave blogs! Your edits are great and your blog is so cute. You’re the best <3

@repeat-script Love talking with you about Jonerys and sharing your love of Jon. You’re the best!

@sansastarkthequeen I really enjoy your blog :) I’ve read some really interesting metas/discussion AND you make cool edits. What’s not to love?

@seleya A quiet mutual but someone I still love to see on my dash and in my notes. Your blog is beautiful :)

@she-3p0 This is my real-life best friend guys. She never uses tumblr but I’m including her because she’s one of the most important people in my world, my maid of honor, my closest friend, and one of the only people from my real life who has access to my embarrassing fangirl side hahaha.

@sleeplessme Another Jonerys veteran! I can always count on you for the latest content and to defend and love Jonerys with me. You’re amazing Irina!

@soulisthirsty One of my fave mutuals. So funny and awesome, and you love The 100 and Vampire Knight with me! I love chatting with you and freaking out over fandom wank with you haha. Your blog is amazing. Stay wonderful!

@starsandskies Another one of my oldest mutuals! You have the best Dragon Age and Mass Effect content! Thanks for always tagging me in stuff and being so sweet and awesome. You’re so wonderful and I absolutely love your blog and you forever.

@stray-arrows I’m new to your blog but I really like it, especially your defense of Jon.

@tayl0crow I am so glad you still follow me after all this time haha. I know you’re mainly a J/S shipper so thank you for tolerating my constant Jonerys hype. Your blog is beautifiul!

@thatgirlnevershutsup I love your blog! You provide some much-needed humor to my dash and you always throw a like at my personal posts and other crap I think no one will care about haha. I love being mutuals with you :)

@thatryderasshole Your blog and icon are so funny. I’m glad you follow me even though my Mass Effect content is few and far between lately!

@thefairfleming My actual fave. Your blog is so lighthearted and fun. I can always count on you to bring some positivity when the fandom drama is too much. You also wrote one of my favorite Jonerys fics EVER. The best :’)

@thepathtovalhalla I love your blog! Great GoT content. Thank you for following me and supporting my content!

@thereddoorhouse Your blog is so beautiful! I love following you and I love your URL!

@tiramisu-with-dorianp We’ve been mutual for a long time and I’m so glad you still follow me even though I don’t post much gaming content lately. You’re so kind and your blog is amazing!

@truegodofthearena Awesome content creator with beautiful gifs! I love talking Jonerys with you! I feel like I’ve really made some awesome friends in this fandom and you’re one of them.

@trueloveforeverbeautyandthebeast One of my oldest mutuals! I love your beautiful blog! We share some of the same fandoms in addition to Jonerys and I love all of your content! You’re just wonderful and so kind to everyone. I love following you <3

@tudorstuart A real-life friend haha. I am so lucky you still follow this trash blog. Also embarrassed that you have access to my absolutely filthy fanfic. Oh well! Hahaha. Still the best professor I’ve ever had. I try to be like you as a teacher and I don’t think I could have had a better role model :’)

@unapologeticreylotrash I am so honored that you still follow me even though I am a primaril GOT blog which has nothing to do with ours haha. I love your Reylo content and your sense of humor. I hope we get some Reylo love in The Last Jed!

@valiantnedspreciouslittlegirl One of my top favorite GoT blogs. Your tags are always hilarious and your content is such high quality. And your writing! That Jonerys fic you wrote for the contest gave me LIFE. I love following you so much :D

@vorchagirl The first person I followed on this blog haha. I LOVE your Mass Effect content. Your love of Shenko made me love it even more and your fanfic is some of my favorite of all time. Your blog is amazing and your content is wonderful. I am so honored to be someone you follow after all this time and even though I have basically become a place for GoT discourse haha. You’re so cool Lena and such an awesome writer and person in general. I admire you so much.

anonymous asked:

PaRt 11 iS WhAt I nEeD !! GoD of bLuE! I pRaY To yOu!

*laughing* I hear thy mortal plea, and thus I grant you part 11, my dear!
It was late, she should have been asleep in her metal form, but it had been so long since she’d been able to walk around of her own free will. Which is probably why Shiro seemed so surprised to see her wandering the hallways that night, after everyone had already been tucked away for bed. It had only been a day, and the first time her sisters left their Lion forms they had gone back in order to recharge.

But unlike them, Blue had been storing energy ever since she’d met her precious little pilot, waiting for the day when she’d finally have enough to form a human body to match her Paladin’s species. But now she turned on her heel to raise an eyebrow at the Black Paladin. “Oh. Blue. You’re awake this late at night? I kinda figured you would be back in your Lion form by now, since that’s what Black did the first few nights she used her human form…” Shiro trailed off, unsure how to fix the awkward and tense atmosphere.

After all, Blue was still upset over the mistreatment of her little cub. One day doesn’t fix the damage of a month. And they had damaged her Lance, unintentionally or not. Blue hummed quietly. “I have not used this form in a very long time. I was storing energy in preparation for when the system finally repaired itself.” She stated coolly as she motioned for Shiro to walk with her, instead of standing awkwardly in the middle of the hallway.

“Also, I would ask you why you yourself are not asleep like your fellow Paladins. My studies on human anatomy and physiology during my time on Earth show that lack of proper sleep leads to negative side affects.” No one was safe from Blue’s mothering side, it was just in her nature to care for others, no matter how angry she was at them. Besides, this was her cub’s potential mate. She had several questions for the Black Paladin, might as well clear them up now.

Shiro laughed wryly. “Just… felt like checking the perimeter is all. Black is currently covering the other half of the Castle.” He explained as they both padded quietly down the dimly lit hallways. Blue raised an eyebrow, figuring there was more at work than just “feeling like a walk” here, but didn’t press further. That was Black’s job, not hers.

They walked in silence for a little while, when Blue finally spoke up. “Thank you, by the way.” Shiro gave her a questioning glance. “For earlier. Carrying Lance to bed while I was busy with my sisters. Thank you.” She clarified, and as she suspected, a light blush formed across the Black Paladin’s cheeks. Hmm. Interesting. She’d have to ask Keith and Pidge a few things too it seems.

“Ah, I was just trying to be a good teammate. Besides, he was barely out of the healing pod, walking was out of the question. We’ve been treating him badly for too long, I figured I should start trying to make amends before we lost him again…” Shiro managed to keep the embarrassment out of his voice, but the look on his face was more than enough for Blue.

“Black Paladin, I want to know your intention with my cub.” She stated suddenly, stopping and pinning Shiro with her gaze, both stopping in the middle of the hallway near Pidge’s room. Shiro blinked, startled at the sudden inquiry. “My… what?” Blue folded her arms under her chest and quirked a brow, the very image of a mother interrogating her son’s future boyfriend. “Your intentions with Lance. Because I’m receiving very mixed signals from you about him and I’d like some clarification.” She asked, and Shiro suddenly got a whole lot redder.

“Oh. Well, he’s a vital part of the team and an all around nice guy to have backing you up…” Shiro tried first, but Blue stepped forward and he stepped back in return. “Your. Intentions.” She stated quietly, golden eyes full of promises of intense hurt if he said a single word wrong. “Umm, I have no intentions? I really don’t?” He squeaked, the intimidating commander of Voltron reduced to a shy and blushing schoolboy under the ancient Lion’s gaze.

Blue hummed, pleased, and stepped away, finally allowing Shiro to relax. “Hmph. Very well. If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to talk to my sisters about something.” She said calmly as she walked away, towards the Hangars, leaving a shell-shocked Black Paladin behind.

“What the hell just happened…?” Shiro muttered, as Pidge opened her door, peeking out and grinning at him. “You just got the meeting the parents lecture! From Blue!” She giggled, Shiro merely going brighter red in response and pressing his face into his palms.

“Pining denial! I fucking called it!” Red screeched, pumping her fist in the air and turning to give Green a high five. Yellow merely sighed in defeat while Black smiled indulgently. “Language, Red.” She chided lightly as Green spun around, cackling about how her calculations were always correct.

Blue rolled her eyes at her sisters, sighing. The Lions had been betting on possible mate pairs since they’d met their Paladins, and Yellow had been betting on Lance and Hunk.

Black had been torn between Lance and Shiro or Keith and Shiro until the Blade Of Marmora incident, when Red had come back smugly informing them that Keith saw Shiro as a brother more than anything else.

Green and Red had both been rooting for Shiro and Lance since day one, though they’d also been chatting about Keith and Hunk. Green had firmly declared Pidge off limits though, not that anyone was going to argue with her. The smallest cub was too young for a mate, even if she was barely a few years younger than the others.

Blue was very into the Hunk and Keith pairing, but her Lance was too precious for a mate. She’d rather tuck him away from the possibility of a broken heart, thank you. Black sidled up to her youngest sister, smirking. “Oh Bluuuuuuee~!” She purred, and the blue haired woman pouted. “Absolutely not.” Black’s smirk widened. “Come on, even you can’t deny it at this point.” Blue kept her mouth shut. “They’d be cute together and you know it.” The eldest Lion sang cheerfully, and Blue pouted even further, crossing her arms under her chest and slouching a little.

“Black, no. My cub is not ready for courting.” She argued. “Oh come on, Blue! Don’t you think they’d be adorably lovey dovey as mates?” Black wheedled, knowing she was wearing down her sibling by the waver in Blue’s lip.

A few moments of silence while Red, Yellow and Green leaned in as well, each giving the youngest Lion a knowing smile.

“…….okay, maybe a little bit cute.”” Blue mumbled in defeat, and Black grinned. “Told you so.” Blue glared at her pride. “I hate when you’re right.” She huffed. "I always am, dear sister.” Black purred, completely smug.
The Lions have a betting pool on their Paladins and nobody else is any the wiser. Soon enough Green will pull Pidge, Keith and Hunk into helping make Shance canon while secretly doubling up in getting Hunk and Keith together. What? Their Paladins deserve happiness! And Pidge needs blackmail!

But yeah. Part 12? Or should I finally end this arc and move on to the next one, the one I’m calling the Progression Arc with a shit ton of awkward flirting and fluffy Shance? And bits of Heith? :3 send me an ask telling me if you want a part 12 or the new story arc! :D

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miscellaneous umfb&mha meta

so in the run-up to ch14 i ended up sending even more textwalls to @aceinplainsight about virtually every thought that popped into my head about @kazliin‘s fic. i thought i could post some more observations of stuff i came up with when i reread the entire thing in anticipation of ch14, since my last post seemed to go over well. not sure there’s anything super insightful in here, but here it is. beneath a cut because of length:

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The Black Envelope: Bittersweet Endings

PART SEVEN of The Black Envelope series

OTHER PARTS: Sehun | Jongin | Joonmyeon | Kyungsoo | Chanyeol | Minseok | | Jongdae | Yixing

Originally posted by r-velvets

Byun Baekhyun (EXO) x Reader

Genre: Angst; Arranged Marriage/Soulmate!AU

Summary: On his 25th birthday, Baekhyun realized that the most beautiful love stories have bittersweet endings.

Word Count: 5,4K

As per usual, the author’s notes are hidden in the tags :)

“Son, wake up now!” His mother’s gentle voice didn’t let Baekhyun fall back into slumber after having interrupted it, “It’s your big day!”

Even in his sleep, he frowned.

It should have been an ordinary Saturday morning. A large part of Baekhyun wished it had been so he wouldn’t have woken up to the sound of his parents singing him joyous birthday songs. It was his 25th birthday, which, unfortunately, was a big deal in his family.

“Come on now!” His father encouraged happily, “Get out of bed so you can finally open your envelope!”

Baekhyun had almost forgotten. At least, he wished he had so the pain would be more bearable. The moment the envelope was mentioned, Baekhyun opened one of his eyes and felt a sharp jab at his heart. He decided that destiny was a cruel, cruel thing.

But his parents didn’t know. They had no idea of the pain he was in. They didn’t know anything about Baekhyun’s adventures and love life. If they did, they wouldn’t have been so happy that day.

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Forgive Me - Part 5

Summery: The journey back from Hydra, again.

Triggers: mentions of torture, kinda suicidal thoughts, general angst.

Word Count: 1900+

A/N: Very angst today. I put a playlist on shuffle and this song came up and it is perfect. I recommend you listen to it while reading this.

“Forgive Me” Masterlist | Masterlist

Originally posted by whadewilson

‘Y/N, this is Dr Banner. He’s going to-’

‘Dr Bruce Banner! As in THE Dr Bruce Banner’

‘Yeah’ he giggled. He used his finger to push his glasses up onto his face, the light reflecting off them showed that they were as clean as they could be. ‘And you’re Y/N Y/L/N. THE Y/N Y/L/N. Seriously, Tony does not stop talking about your work.’

You couldn’t help but smile, even though the cuts and bruises made it painful. If you weren’t in so much pain you would have probably ripped your skin you were trying to smile so much. It was probably the only thing that made you smile in a long time.

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anonymous asked:

Combination of the prompts! If that's allowed! “You’re the most important person in my life.”I need you more than you need me.” “I am who I am because of you.” <3

I’ve never done a combo before but I tried ^-^ I hope you like it, thank you for the prompts!

I’m going to say canon universe for this one…

“Okay. Killua. Are you ready for this?”

Killua made a face. “Do we really have to do this?”

“No, but I want to! Leorio said it’ll strengthen our relationship-”

“And you don’t think,” Killua said incredulously. “That our relationship is strong enough as is?”

“’Course I do. I just…think it would be nice to try it out.” Gon blinked at him innocently. Killua glowered at him.

“You’re a pain in my ass, you know that?”

“Does that mean yes?”

“Well, you’re not going to let it go until we do this, so. I guess. Yeah. Since I don’t exactly have a choice.”

Gon brightened. “Yay! Don’t worry, Killua. I won’t do anything too embarrassing. Give me your hands.”

Killua groaned. This was already bad enough; their knees pressing together as they faced each other crossed legged on the carpet floor, the glimmer in Gon’s eyes as he stared at Killua as if he were the whole world, holding Killua’s hands like they were something precious and fragile.

 “I’ll go first,” Gon said with a genuine smile- too genuine, just the sight of it made Killua’s heart twist painfully.

“Killua. You are the most important person in my life.”

Oh, shit.

“Ki-Killua!” Gon yelped as Killua bent over. “Are you-”

“You said this wouldn’t be too embarrassing,” Killua groaned into the floor. 

His cheeks were on fire. He wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in it and never, ever come out. Gon had no filter, and Killua should have considered that before agreeing to this- this- bonding exercise, or whatever the hell it was.

Stupid Leorio, putting dumb ideas into Gon’s head. Killua was going to punch him in the face the next time they met.

Gon started to laugh and his hands shook around Killua’s.

“I’m sorry!” he gasped. “I was just being honest! I didn’t think that would be too much for you.”

Killua lifted his scarlet face enough to glare venomously at Gon. “How could you not think that was bad?!”

“I’m just being honest!”

“Your so-called honesty is going to put me in an early grave.”

“Aw, Killua, don’t be like that!” Gon squeezed Killua’s hands with a mischievous grin.

“Okay, my turn.” Killua inched forward, a smirk forming on his lips. If Gon could have some fun, so could Killua.

Killua said plainly, “I need you more than you need me.”

Shock flashed across Gon’s eyes, followed immediately by a strange mix of emotions too quick for Killua to catch.

“You can’t think that,” Gon said after a pause. His voice sounded stressed, like it was under the weight of too many emotions.

Killua raised an eyebrow. “This exercise requires honesty, Gon. You said that yourself.”

“I know, but! But what you just said is not true, Killua! I know you might think that, but- but its impossible. I need you so much, Killua. You have no idea. You ground me, you remind me of what’s important, you inspire me to live even when I don’t think I deserve it…you can’t think you need me more then I need you. I’m-”

Gon took a shuddering breath. “I wouldn’t be alive without you.”

Killua felt the blood slowly drain out of his face. He stared at Gon without blinking; he hadn’t expected this reaction. Of course, he hadn’t said it as joke but. But for Gon to immediately understand what Killua was implying and to react with such intense openness was-

Gon said, eyes soft like they were made of melted chocolate, “When you had Alluka and Nanika bring me back to life, after I spent all those years back on Whale Island building back my strength, I had a lot of time to think. And I thought a lot about you, and me, and us. About everything you did for me. And it made me realize, I was able to grow and learn Nen and do everything to find Ging because of you. I couldn’t have done any of that stuff without you by my side, Killua.

“I am who I am because of you.”

Killua didn’t realize he was crying until he blinked and hot wetness spilled down his cheeks.

“Oh-” he jumped and yanked one hand out of Gon’s to scrub furiously at his face. “Fuck.”

Gon sputtered out a laugh. He reached with one hand to brush Killua’s tears away.

“Noo,” Killua moaned and buried his burning face in both hands. “I told you- I told you this was going to be too embarrassing!”

Gon wrapped his arms around Killua’s shoulders and nuzzled his face into Killua’s hair. 

“And I said,” he murmured. “It would bring us closer together. Right?”

Killua pressed his eyes shut hard enough to see stars. He sniffed. “You’re an idiot,” he said instead.

Gon snorted, chest vibrating, and Killua smiled into Gon’s embrace as he clutched the back of Gon’s shirt. 

Honesty was something they both had to work on. But-

But it was something they were working on together, and as long as he was with Gon, he was willing to go through with it.

Ride you like my Harley (Trixya) - Chapter 9 - AnnieSantaWifey

A/N - AU world inspired by the TV show Sons of Anarchy. The show does not really feature many happy endings, just warning you.
Everything is told from Katya’s POV.

A/N 2 - Russian words used in this chapter - friend, babe, Alaska, barbie.

T/W - bad language, probably grammar mistakes, mentions of drugs and death, horrible jokes.

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anonymous asked:

22 for marvin and whizzer?


22 : two miserable people meeting at a wedding au

“This shits.”

Whizzer snorts and glances over the rim of his champagne glass to stare at the man sitting across the table from him who had been sourly watching the happy newlyweds as they were entertained by guests during their reception. He looked absolutely miserable, and from what Whizzer could tell, he really didn’t want to be there. He’d been trying to figure this guy out for the last twenty minutes– and not just because he looked remarkably good in a suit –as there had to be some reason or obligation of some kind that forced him to stay in that room and not march out. Who comes to a wedding just to bitch, anyways? Whizzer would bitch, but he’s being paid to be there ( the Weisenbachfelds had hired him to be the wedding photographer ). It wasn’t that he hated weddings, there was some charm to them despite his being unable to actually have one for himself, and he always somehow found his way into a conversation full of heavy family gossip. And more often than not there was plenty of alcohol he could just help himself to, which never failed to put him in good spirits. It was rare that there was ever a bad photograph taken at a wedding, too. There were so many smiles, everyone is dressed their best, and he’s paid a shitload of money for easy pictures.

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you bite and hold on until we all fall down | Sungjin [1/2]

you gotta see blood, girl

flangst, supernatural mystery, paranormal romance | ~5.6k words | werewolf!au | Blood  | Part Two

prompt: Hey can I get a werewolf!au for sungjin where he and the reader are in a forbidden relationship??? Please let it be as angsty and fluffy as possible!!!😉☺Thanks so much!!!☺😊😙  - requested by @taespiration

a/n: hope you like it? I took a few liberties with the werewolf aspect but i hope it still works? let me know what you guys think =) part 2 will be up next week. ish. 

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Miss T’s 450+ Followers Forever

Hello everyone! Believe it or not, but this blog now has over 450 followers. I still cannot really believe it myself, and am positively flabbergasted. So I believe it is about time that I show some gratitude. I am gratefull for each and every single follower on this blog. However there are of course a few special people I wanna mention.

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them Fandom

@loveisforchildren-percivalgraves: Mados is one of the first Graves I rped with. Your Graves, my dear, is amazing. I have said it time and time again, and I will say it time and time again: Your Graves portrayal is perfection. I absolutely love the story line we are having! I love, how Graves’ wits, sarcasm, humor and snarky attitude drive Gellert up a wall. I love the hate/love dynamic they have. I absolutely adore you, my friend, and every time you reply, you brighten my day.

@allforthegreatergood: Allgoody, who would have guessed that you are the reason I actually started to ship Grindelcest? Your Grindelwald is a wonderfull fuel to mine, and he seems to be so much more composed and calm then my crazy weirdo. Really, I believe Gellert needs your Grindelwald to balance him. I love our small and long roleplays, I love how we have moments where we just break the fourth wall out of nowhere. Our rps go from drama to comedy, and I love that!

@theamericanjewitch: Tina and Gellert in a soulmate au? Well, we made it work, and I am still amazed that we did so. Your Tina is amazingly written, authentic, and you yourself are a wonderfull person, Amihex. I really enjoy all our interactions, and I love how Tina can actually stand her ground around Grindelwald. That’s pretty amazing. She is such a though lady, and I love it.

@amagizoologistscase: You are one of the best Newt roleplayers there is. Your Newt is just adorable and sweet. I really enjoy the vampire au we are having. And I love how there is this slight romance going on between Grindelwald and Newt. It is adorable. And you are lovely too.

@teapotauror: You were the first one, who tried out a dark!Tina AU, and we keep working on it. Our replies are a bit smaller, but I love them. Your Tina really is a sweetheart. She may work for Grindelwald, but you can still see she has her morals, which is great. I love, how Gellert is trying to wrapp her around his fingers, and I am curious to see as to how this is gonna develop.

@asksmuttytheseus: One of my german followers and the person, where we both are like Who needs a plot??? Joking aside, I absolutely love you and the way you are portraying Theseus. I think, you are right when you say Theseus is pushing himself, while Gellert is just a douchebag. It is a very funny dynamic. What I also find good: The openness you have while writing makes this crackish plots really funny and enjoyable to write. I used to have problems with writing smutt, but I never have problems when it comes to you.

@deathlesshallows: You and I may only follow each other for a few weeks, days, but you have left an enormous impression on me! Your Grindelwald completes Gellert in another way then allgoody’s does. The entire dynamic is more like a servant and his master. Basically two people, plotting the end of the world. That is very great to do. Your writing style is A+, and you are a lovely person to talk to.

People I adore in this fandom and wanna have more threads with

@nxwtonscamandxr, @percival-grave-s, @wasitopened, @paradoxicalphoeonix, @piousboy, @nootnootandthesaurusscamander, @rolcplaycr, @thegravemistergraves

Harry Potter Fandom

@bittenchildremus: I think, I should actually mention you first, Bitty. You were one of the first people that approached me when I took Gellert as my muse. You ‘introduced’ me to Mados. You helped me to get a feel for Gellert, and you made many awesome edits for me (like the one on the top of this post). You are a wonderfull person to talk to and plot with. I adore all your OCs you create on @fireofmanyhearts, with my personal favourites being Magnus and Ethan. I love how you portray Remus, and I really enjoy the AU we are having with him being his evil helper.

@riddlemostpowerful: Grace, your Tom Riddle is gold! I absolutely love how you portray him. Not only do you have him be a powerhungry, young man, but you also add a few small quirks, which turn him into a real human. Because of you, I shop Riddlewald so hard! I love the dynamic between the mentor and the student. I love how Tom turns into a blushing, little idiot whenever something odd happens. I love plotting with you and talking with you. Your Tom Riddle and you yourself are really close to my heart.

@tobelovedistobedestroyed-albus: Okay, Mados, let’s face it. I am cheating here a bit. I don’t care, I have to give your Albus a seperate mentioning: He is perfect! He and Gellert play off in such a lovely way. There is always an air of melancholie around them, and it is breaking my heart, which is good. I love how we find ways to make headcanons specifically for this pair. It brings these two lovers and friends so much alive.

@askyoungdumbledore: We both know, it took some time for us to start roleplaying. You are actually my first Albus, and I absolutely love this exchange student thing we have. It is really well-thought out, and it allows us to explore something unexpected.

@siiriusblxck: We may be slow with our roleplay, but I love you nonetheless. I really enjoy the dynamic we settled with. Having Sirius being stripped of his will, is a very drastic move, but I love this vulnerability. I am actually glad that I could dare this with you, since the power dynamic in our rps towards Sirius is bad for him. Like really badly. All in all, I really enjoy reading all your threads, and I am very glad that I could approach you.

@jazzandmagic: Bella, you are one of my oldest and longest roleplayers. I know, we actually rped in another fandom, but I still hope that we find a way to rp on here as well. All in all, you have a lovely Hermione, and she is very enjoyable. I also enjoy chatting with you.

People I adore in this fandom and wanna have more threads with:

@she–knows-it-all, @pxtionmaster, @rxgulussblxck, @areyouinthebeyond, @princelydoe,​

Mixed Blogs aka all the other Fandoms and Personal Blogs I have things to say about

@mylittlecuriosityrp: Okay, let’s face it: Everybody who followed me on @misstantabis knows your name had to pop up eventually. Ace, what can I say to you that I have not yet said before? You are the first blog, that ever followed me. You are the person, that helped me the most in many, many ways: When it came to writing, when it came to learn how the Tumblr community works. You are the person I had the most heartships and troubles with. We have known each other for a year, I think, and we grew a lot because of this. You are one of my closest friends on her, my greatest inspiration and idol, and I am immensely gratefull to have you. The way you write all your horses is lovely, and I am so glad that after all our countless story lines we still have something to continue. I look forwards to see what will come in the future. <3

@royal-lotus-fire: Everybody needs a person, which makes them smile from time to time. Lotus, you are that person for me. Your randomness and your sweetness brightens my day. We may no longer roleplay as much as we used to, but I still love all the stuff you tagg me in, all the random asks you send me. You are my ray of sunshine. :)

@themadandthebroken: I know it has been quite around us, but be assured I have not forgotten you. I absolutely loved and still do each and every roleplay we are having. I love your muses, and I love how we plot soulcrushing angst to ruin our ships.

@mr-henry-lascelles: You were the blog that introduced me properly to Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell, and I love you for that. Not only did you gave me a great, small fandom, but you also created one of the greatest AUs with me and my favourite, platonic ship up date. Seriously, nothing beats Olalla and Lascelles, plotting crazy schemes to avoid Captain Dance, and embarass him nonstopp. XD

@funkzpiel: I theoretically could have also placed you under the Fantastic Beast section, however I chose to sort you here since you are a personal blog. Funky, you are another one of my big writing inspirations. You encouraged me to actually write a ton of what I jokingly call my garbage stories (since it is smutt with little plott). I love to talk with you, and I really hope that our friendship can grow.

Other blogs I love seeing on my dash:

@ohveda, @wolfinthethorns, @fantastic-beasts-smut, @nasturtian, @thegaypumpingthroughyourveins, @mischiefandnightmares, @venerablehypocrite

Blogs I no longer interact with, but whom I connect with very fond memories:

@theplottingtrio, @eldenisimo, @delightfullyevil, @butter-cream-bites, @dave-and-associates,

Tipping the scales

Prompt: Tipping the scales
Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin
Setting: Fantasy AU, DRAGONS verse 6, continues “Safety.”
Characters: Kenshin Himura, Kaoru Kamiya
Word count: 1000

”Uncle Himura! Wait up, please!” A youthful voice hollered.

Kenshin turned to look around, drawing a well-practiced, neutral smile on his lips as a young man in a kendo outfit jogged after him.

“Young master,” he greeted the boy, giving him a respectful nod. “How may this unworthy one be of assistance, that is?”

The boy smiled brilliantly. “Could you come over and watch my practice today? You give the best tips, uncle Himura!”

“Ah.” Kenshin held back an inward cringe. “This unworthy one is pleased that you think so, young master – but perhaps another time? Today is really not the best, that it isn’t.”

“…I see.” The boy’s good mood wilted. “Is it about—“

The words hung in the air between them, unspoken. Kenshin looked aside. “The gardens need tending. If you still have trouble after the practice, this one may take a look, that he will.”

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werequiff  asked:

Requesting a couple wondertrev fics...feel free to do all or none! I would just love them and am too lazy to write: • ofc the AU where Steve is alive • a fic during their night in Veld, not sexual I just wonder how they connected - emotionally, I mean. did they decide to be 'together'? did they talk about their families? etc. • steve's funeral • Diana's thought process on losing/loving Steve (idk I'm reaching here, it's not my fault they made such a complete movie haha :P)

thanks for the request! i decided to condense your request, hope that’s alright.

“I Love You, My Angel”

Diana x Steve Trevor

When the breaths rolled to a slower pace, and the heaving ceased, Diana stared at the ceiling with nothing on her mind. She’d never been so absentminded before, but Steve was feeling just the opposite. He had so many questions for her, about her childhood, her island, and about Diana herself. What was her favorite color? Did she like singing? What was her favorite story as a child? Had she ever loved someone before…

“What are you thinking about?” whispered Diana, shifting her body so that she laid on her left side. She gazed lovingly at Steve. 

He glanced down to his right with a small smile. “Nothing…” he replied tenderly, running his fingers along her jaw, then chin.

She chuckled lightly, her laugh as soft as snow. “I know you Steve Trevor, and so I know that you are always thinking about something.”

“That’s not…okay that’s kinda true,” he admitted reluctantly but with humor.

Curiously, Diana waited for him to answer her. “So? What is it that you are thinking about so intensely?”

Steve could tell that Diana wasn’t going to stop inquiring so he just sighed and said, “I’m thinking about you.”

Feeling a blush spreading across her cheeks, Diana timidly replied, “Me?”

“Yeah, you. Want to know more about what I was thinking about?” Steve asked teasingly. Without even waiting for a reply, Steve kept going. “I was thinking about how the first time you sway-danced was with me, how you saved me on that beach, how kickass you were on No Man’s Land, how kind you were to the villagers, how beautiful you are–”

“I get it,” Diana exclaimed with a mix of both shyness and authority. “You were thinking about me.”

Silence ensued following Steve’s confession. It wasn’t an awkward silence, but more of a thoughtful one. After what he said, Diana’s mind reeled with thoughts–mostly of the anxious variety. Despite the worrisome thoughts, she felt an overwhelming feeling of love. She had never felt so much attraction to one man, considering this was the first man she had ever met. And she didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much, although she had read all about the sensation of romantic love. She was living it now, in person.

“…and God, you are so beautiful.”

While she was lost in all these thoughts, Diana heard Steve whisper something. “What was that?” she asked, brought out of her thoughts. “Did you say something?”

“No, no…I was just talking to myself.” Steve’s hand roamed around Diana’s arm until he found her hands. He wove his fingers with hers, softly squeezing them before pulling them towards his lips. Diana felt electricity where his lips grazed her hand. But there was more excitement in her eyes when she locked her gaze with his striking blue eyes. 

“Oh,” Diana said disappointedly. She had hoped that he had something romantic. Snuggling up next to Steve, she pulled the covers to her chin and sighed, “Goodnight, Steve Trevor.”

Gently running his fingers through her dark curls, Steve murmured, “Goodnight, my angel.”

That night, Diana feel asleep next to the man she loved. With his strong, soft presence, she slept like a baby. There was no worry in her mind–not about Ares or the war. She only thought about how lucky she was to have found Steve. And he was thinking about how lucky he was to have met this gorgeous, brilliant, innocent angel in the midst of all this ugly, terrible mess. She had been the one sacred thing worth protecting–worth dying for. He listened to her relaxed inhale, exhale. That night, Steve Trevor feel asleep next to his treasure. With her next to him, he vowed that he would do anything for her, even give his life for the one thing that had brought him back hope. And that’s exactly what he did.

If only Diana had known then that he’d do anything for her. She might’ve been able to stop him from going into that plane.

As she stood watching over his newly dug and covered grave, Diana felt hot tears stream down her face. She tried to wipe them away but at that point it didn’t matter because the tears were mixing with the ice cold rain, simply drenching her skin, hair, and clothes. Diana felt her shoulders shake violently, maybe because she was cold or because she was experiencing such an extreme sadness that she didn’t think was possible. But soon, despite the heartache, she felt her lips curl ever so slightly. Steve Trevor, even in death, was allowing her to feel the most human range of emotions. From contentment, to joy, and despair, Diana had felt so many feelings in the span of several days than she had felt her entire life. His words echoed in her eyes: I love you. I love you. That hadn’t been the first time he said it to her. It dawned on her that those were the words he murmured in Veld. He had said to her, “I love you.” At the thought, her heart imploded, collapsed into itself, tightened to the point of stopping. There was no way to describe the kind of agony Diana felt when she realized this. She had had two chances to utter those words. Twice she could’ve spoken them, brought them to life. But she had let those two chances slip through her fingers. She could say them now, if she wanted. But what would be the point? He wasn’t here to listen to her, he wouldn’t give her the heart stopping smile after she muttered those words. How could she be so stupid? How could she have missed those opportunities to say “I love you” to the one person she ever loved, and probably the last person she would ever love?

The tears that hadn’t stopped before were definitely not going to stop now. Dropping to her knees, Diana clutched the headstone with all her being and cried the words, “I love you” over and over again until her throat became raw. She was never going to get him back, but she wasn’t planning on infinite grief. Like Steve Trevor had told her, she had to save the world because he had saved the day. 

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The Seal Lullaby: Chapter 4

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Eliza had never been so happy to be exhausted.

She always looked forward to the walk from the tiny little bungalow that served the town’s elementary schoolers to her home. It gave her a chance to relax her mind after a busy day, wave hello and exchange pleasantries with the people she passed, remind herself just how beautiful this place was.

The dusk was gathering tonight as she strode along and she found herself immeasurably glad she’d remembered her scarf and gloves. As nice as summer had been, late November was proving to be a different kettle of fish entirely; one of these mornings, Eliza was certain she’d wake up to frost on the ground. Her azaleas weren’t going to like that at all.

She pulled her collar up a little higher as the walk to her isolated little cottage exposed her to the open sea which was kicking out a ferocious, heavy, wet bluster that seemed to reach under every protective layer of clothing she had to raise goose bumps on her skin. If she got sick, she was going to be so miffed; she had so much fun stuff planned for her class for the holidays and really didn’t fancy dressing up like Rudolph on the last day of school or organising a times table themed chocolate coin treasure hunt with a stuffed-up nose and headache. She was already feeling much more worn out than usual, although that probably had more to do with having her first nine to five, Monday to Friday job ever.

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Trouble at the Tea Shop (Part 7)

Logan stared at the front door. The world around him froze as his gaze fell to the last spot he had seen her, before she ran out of the shop without looking back. He had seen her leave the café countless times before, sometimes angry and sometimes pleasant, but he had never seen her leave in the matter of which she did just moments ago. She was hurt. He saw it in those deep blue pools of her eyes. She was normally impossible to read, but this time, he could practically feel the pain that reflected from those pools. The worst part was, he felt responsible for it all.

“Um, hello? Earth to barista? You still there blondy?” The women in front of him began waving her hand in his face, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Huh? What?” He asked as he shook his head to clear his mind.

“I told you I wanted a mocha latte and you just sort of…zoned out there.” The women slid her arm closer to him, and brushed her fingers against the bare skin of his arm. Instantly, he jerked his arm away from the women’s touch, as if he was just burned.

“Mocha latte. Coming up.” He spat at her, then turned and walked over to the brewing machines, ignoring the insulting expression the women gave him. He prepared her drink as quickly as he could, making sure to put the liquid in a to-go cup. He did not even bother to write her name on the cup, not that he even knew what it was. Instead, he handed her the plain cup, charged her for her order, and did not even stay long enough to watch her leave.

How could he have been so stupid? Here he was, crushing on this girl on one side of the room, while allowing another girl to shamelessly flirt with him on the other. Not the best way to have a girl notice you, that’s for sure. As he began to wallow in his own self-pity, he noticed a very familiar item left in a very special spot. Stepping out from behind the counter, he made his way over to that spot and picked up the item with his hands. A shimmer of hope shined though him as he realized what this meant. She was coming back. She had to come back. It would be his chance to explain himself and finally make his move. His mood made a complete 360ᵒ as he walked back behind the counter with the item in tow. His dream was still possible, and he owed it all to this little purse.

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