and for once i really like how it came out

Slytherin Harry.

I want Slytherin Harry being dormates with Draco. I want Slytherin Harry to argue with Draco playfully every single day. I want Slytherin Harry to still be friends with Ron and Hermione and stand up for muggle borns. I want Slytherin Harry to sass the fuck out of Snape wIth the help of Draco. i want Slytherin Harry to rise Slytherin out of its stereotypes because of how freaking nice he is to everybody. I want Slytherin Harry to encourage his fellow housemates to not be dicks, so that all of them can be seen in a different light. I want Slytherin Harry to comfort Draco whenever the poor boy needed it, because let’s be honest, they’re both broken. I want Slytherin Harry to look really intimidating at first then end up tripping on his own feet which pretty much tells everybody how much of a dork he is. I want Slytherin Harry’s amazing sass to unleash in the common room every night. I want Slytherin Harry becoming best friends with Draco in their first year, because once you get through all those mean comments, Harry saw a boy just like him. I want Slytherin Harry being looked at respectfully by his fellow housemates when his name came out of the Goblet of Fire because it fit so perfectly with Slytherin. Harry “cunningly” put his name in, he “ambitiously” thought of it, and he did it so “mischievously”. I want Slytherin Harry to convince at least his dormates that he didn’t put his name in, and I want them to roll their eyes and go “We believe you, Potter, but good luck. You were far too stupid to even figure out how to put your bloody name in there, anyway.” I want Slytherin Harry to laugh at all those “POTTER STINKS” badges because it’s such an inside joke to the Slytherins, and that Blaise started it as a joke in History of Magic. I want Slytherin Harry to hide behind the older Slytherins when people would taunt him for being “The Heir Of Slytherin” because they believe him and as we all know, “You’re far too stupid to even get to class without tripping, Potter, how the fuck would you be an heir to our almighty ancestor Salazar?”I want Slytherin Harry to come barreling into the common room right after his talk with Dumbledore and start sobbing. I want some of the Slytherins to start comfroting him and bringing him chocolate. I want Slytherin Harry to amazingly stop the prejudice. I want Slytherin Harry to jokingly blow a kiss to Malfoy when he wins the quidditch cup. LOOK I WANT MALFOY TO ROLL HIS EYES AND SARCASTICALLY WINK BACK WITH HIS SIGNATURE SMIRK ON HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE. I WANT THE SLYTHERINS TO RISE A REBELLION AGAINST UMBRIDGE ONCE THEY SAW THE WRITINGS ON HARRY’S HAND. I WANT THEM TO BRING HELL. I WANT THE SLYTHERINS TO BE SUCH AN AWESOME HOUSE WITH HARRY BY THEIR SIDE. I WANT SLYTHERIN HARRY TO STRUT INTO THE COMMON ROOM WHEN ANNOUNCED QUIDDITCH CAPTAIN. I WANT SLYTHERIN HARRY TO SNEAK INTO THE KITCHEN WITH DRACO FOR A MIDNIGHT SNACK. I WANT SLYTHERIN HARRY TO LEAD DRACO BACK INTO THE GOOD SIDE. I WANT SLYTHERIN HARRY TO HISS AT DRACO WHENEVER HE COMES IN WITH “Malfoy.” I WANT A TON OF SLYTHERINS TO STAY BEHIND FOR THE BATTLE AT HOGWARTS BECAUSE HARRY THOUGHT THEM WHAT GOOD MEANT AND THEY WERE WILLING TO FIGHT FOR IT EVEN WHEN THEY COULD BE FIGHTING RELATIVES. I WANT SLYTHERIN HARRY TO JUST FUCKING SAVAGE YOU KNOW.

Slytherin Harry.

anonymous asked:

Customer was buying a $7 sandwich with a 100. My cashier told him no. He threw a fit. I came over. He bitched and I told him I would see what I could do. He let out a snarky "See, how hard is that". The look on his face when I came back with $5 in pennies, $8 in nickles, $10 in dimes, $20 in quarters and $40 in 1s and 10 in 5s...he was like "What?" And I so I was like "Your welcome! You really cleaned us out but anything for a valued customer." Every once in awhile being a manager is good

It was a September foggy morning when we met. I caught your eyes and something inside me in that very moment just knew you were trouble. Maybe because you held that cigarette in a certain way, or maybe was the way you used to pronounce my name, always in a low tone, like you were tasting every single syllable in your lips. It made me shiver and it made me uncomfortable, and something along the lines of getting out of my comfort zone for a while made you just irresistible.

You told me you weren’t nice to people because when you are you get hurt and fucked over, I told you I had the same problem. And then a month later, I broke down my shell for you and was nice, I showed you I actually cared. I guess that was my mistake, because you were no different from the rest. I guess you were so scared of being fucked over you decided to screw me over instead.

And there was this day when I woke up and I just couldn’t do it anymore. I stood there in front of you, shaking as I gathered up all of my courage and asked, “Do you hate me?”

You gave me that stupid, skeptical look. “Of course not.”

You looked into my eyes with those beautiful amber pools, the ones no one had ever bothered to notice except me.

“You’re always so kind to me.” Those words shot through my heart like an arrow. Tears started to spill down my somber cheeks.

“Then why are you always so cruel to me?” I whispered. Then it hit me. Like a truck, right through my heart. And in that moment my brain knew, what my heart just wasn’t ready to realize.
I loved you. I saw the future, the brightness and the fireworks.

You kinda liked me. You saw the milky skin, the soft hair and the red lips.

The edge of your lips tasted like desire catching fire.

And mine, like a mix of true love and a sweet romance.
You never wrote me poems. And I am still writing about you.
We were never in love. We would fuck in you car or on your bed where others girls had been or in the shower or while I was crying.

We saw each other naked so often I have the image painted on the back of my eyelids. You ripped my underwear off. You always liked me more when I was vulnerable. I woke you up with kisses, you woke me up with hickies.

And for a long time, I thought they were the same thing.

I asked you once while we both got drunk why it was that I could write novels about you until the words got tired of being anagrams of your name — but at the same time you would never reciprocate. You took a sip of your drink, blew a smoke ring and broke it with your finger.

“Dunno,” you said. We would fuck again later. And that to me, was the closest I was of being loved, adored, liked, worshiped even. But it was not even close to that.

It was carnal, pathetic and almost disgusting. Those are the only adjectives I can give to our so called relationship.

“Is it a crime to be halfway in love with someone?” I used to ask in those drunk moments, the tears I would never let you see, always stinging.

“Can I still feel something for you, after we told each other everything. After you betrayed and lied and never listened to me?” You would meet my eyes, looking confused as if you never promised anything, and it was true, you never did.

“You don’t have to feel anything. Maybe it’s better if you don’t.”
I did messed up all the lines from the Great Gatsby. I fell for all the wrong reasons. You had a green light smile with a gun prodding the center of my back, and I was so lost in your senseless acts that I, for a long time, thought it could be close to love.

And my love for you was like a penny. It wasn’t much, but it’s all I had, and you threw it on the ground like it was nothing.
I craved that side of you that you didn’t show to anyone else.
You only craved the parts of me that was exposed to everyone else.

I said I loved you.
You said that the difference between sex and love is that sex relieves tension and love causes it.

To sum up, I saw someone worth falling for, you saw a body and a potential fuck.

I once found you sitting on my floor staring at a picture from when I was young.

“God,” you said, “I really fucked you up.” And then finally, my last words, “I hope it hits you like a truck every time you hear my name that you never fucked me up. But how badly you fucked us up.”

And like that, you broke the heart. I never even knew I had. I remember talking with my best friend once I left you. She asked if I really were in love with you.

I had never realized that, after all you’d put me through, no one had ever even asked me that.

Within milliseconds everything came rushing back to my mind. I thought of all the 3 am conversations and secret shared glances in the hallway. I thought of how I opened my heart to you and let you in like I hadn’t done in a really long time. I thought of how you ripped it straight out of my chest and tore it to pieces. I thought of the 3 am tears shed into my pillow and the texts left unopened. I thought of how you broke my heart, and how you were the first person to ever do that.

I closed my eyes as four of the most important words I had ever spoken were about to come out of my mouth.

“No, no I wasn’t.”

I decide then that love is a terrible, terrible thing. Loving someone as fiercely…must be like wearing your heart outside of your body with no skin, no bones, no nothing to protect it.

And loving you? That was impossible. You were worth a fuck, not a lifetime story.
—  By unknown (via atmospher-e)

believememylove  asked:

Please, I love when you write for Jack Wilder. Also I just rewatched both of the Now you see me movies and am dying for new stuff

WELL SINCE YOU SAID PLEASE. Basing this off of one of my earlier headcanons!

Imagine Jack just listening to you talk, and before you know it, he’s mastered your voice and he uses it when he’s playing around and mocks you.

Title: Voices.
Pairing: Jack Wilder x Reader.
Words: 1069.
Rating: T.


“I’m just saying,” Jack stated rather proudly with a cocky grin that tilted to the left side. His dimple showed itself momentarily and left a warm feeling flutter in your chest as it always had a way of melting even the coldest of hearts. “Imitating voices are easy. I could teach you, if you wanted.” With a flick of his wrist, he sent the deck of cards resting in his hands into a frenzy before relaxing them once again. His fingers continued to tap against them. Being stuck in one place, in what would be considered ‘intense hiding’ was doing absolutely nothing for his restlessness. Sitting in an armchair, his legs dangling over the side with the occasional kick of his feet in a sporadic rhythm. He held himself with such a casual confidence it left you feeling vaguely jealous and wondering as to how he accomplished such a slacked appearance.

Jack gazed up at you with deep brown eyes. The sun sunk through the window across from where he was sitting, accentuating the curves of his face and lightning his eyes so they appeared a shade or two lighter than they actually were. His eyelashes framed his eyes and seemed to be on fire as the sunlight dripped onto his skin. Jack’s eyes spoke many things at once but the most prominent emotion happened to be on the more mischievous side. He flicked his wrist once again and the rapid movement of the deck of cards brought you back into reality, away from the seemingly inevitable daydream sitting across from you. “Have you really heard my voice enough to imitate me?” You finally inquired moments after being mesmerized by him.

Jack’s face faltered for a moment as he thought about it, that once beautiful smirk dipping into a slight frown before turning into a full on smile. It was a dramatic change of facial expressions which was something he was also good at executing. A soft chuckle left his parted lips and with a gentle clearing of his throat, he began speaking. “Yeah, I’d like to think I listen to you. Even when you don’t know it.”

“What do you mean?” You laughed quietly, fixing your eyes on the cards on his hands. “Even when I don’t know it?”

“Yesterday,” He used as an example, “when you were talking to Danny in the kitchen. You were complaining. I’m glad you were, I wasn’t sure what you would have sounded like when complaining. Even when you complain to me, it sounds different.”

Raising your eyebrows in amusement, you smiled and asked, “What do I sound like when I’m complaining?”

Your request seemed to amuse him as he brought his legs down and propped himself properly on the armchair. His shirt rode up for a few seconds with his movement, catching your eyes. Resting his hands on his thighs, Jack leaned forward and shot a more heated grin at you this time. You caught his eyes this time and kept them locked before Jack opened his mouth. He laughed while you expecting to hear him speak. Biting down on his bottom lip, Jack’s smile twirled into a childish expression. “I can’t do it with you staring at me like that. So much pressure.”

He was playing around, you could tell from the tone of voice he had used. Slightly raised and a bit more frantic. “Please.” You laughed your plea and covered your mouth.

Jack laughed as well, looking to the side before clearing his throat once again. “Please.” The sound that came out of his mouth was one that sounded exactly like you did. As strange as it was as well, Jack had moved his face in a gesture that mimicked your expressions..

“I don’t sound like that, do I?” You gasped, throwing your head back in a chuckle.

“I don’t sound like that, do I?” Jack’s voice dipped back to normal at the end of the sentence. He couldn’t control himself from laughing. “You really do sound like that.”

“How awful.” You grimaced playfully.

“Awful?” Jack’s face scrunched into disbelief. “I think you sound cute. Trust me (Name), I spend my nights sitting in bed trying to talk like you, but for the longest time I couldn’t get it just right.” Jack stood up, resting the deck of cards on the table in the middle of the living room. He took a few steps towards you, his heavy boots pattering against the floor as he did. There was no logical sense in being dressed with when you were in hiding, but still Jack found himself getting up and getting ready. It was a precautionary thing, he told you once, you always have to be ready to run. “There’s just something about your voice that I can’t seem to grasp.”

“Maybe you didn’t practice enough.” You teased.

“Nah.” He shrugged his slender shoulders and sat next to you on the loveseat. Gesturing with his hands, he rolled his hand from his throat to you and admitted, “Your voice has a quality that I can’t imitate just right. I guess I love you too much, so it makes it hard to imitate that sort of emotion.” This was something you knew but hearing him say it was something that left you feeling weak in the knees. You were thankful you were sitting because you were sure if you were standing you would have fallen completely. Jack seemed a bit more bashful now as he let that be said. His cheeks held a soft pink color and his eyes were staring straight forward.

It was your turn to shrug your shoulders as you fiddled with your fingers, “Why would that matter?”

“Because I like the way your voice sounds when you speak.” He turned his attention to you finally, his dark brown eyes drowning into yours. His body leaned towards you, “I like the way you talk to me. You don’t talk to anyone else they same way.”

Smiling cutely, you brushed two fingers across his right eyebrow before dropping them down his cheek, “That’s because I love you too much.”

Jack nodded and bit his bottom lip while tipping his head towards your fingers, “You can copy my phrases but you still sound nothing like me.”

“I don’t want to sound like you.” You admitted, “I don’t want anyone to sound like you, Jack. I love the way you sound…”


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RPG Maker Fever Hanged by Four Dwarfs

Warning:This article may contain spoilers and the content inappropriate for children…or may not contain.But get the children away from the screen just in case.

It was the rainy day just like this one. I was in my room watching  porn the stars, when I’ve noticed the body hanging in the opposite window. Neighbor hung himself. While examining the scene I’ve found his laptop with unfinished article. I’ve got the laptop and went home. Later I got arrested for break-in, but before that I managed to post this article on tumblr. Enjoy!

1. Blight Dream

Blight Dream is an exploration adventure game, where you play as a girl, suffering from memory disorder ( don’t confuse with amnesia ), whose goal is to regain memories from the blank period of her life. But there’s one little problem-it seems that your brother isn’t really excited about you getting back your memories, that’s why he’s watching your every step and prevents all your attempts to remember. So, watch his movements and try not to get caught by him. But is it really your brother, who you should be afraid of? Play and see for yourself. Beside interesting plot, this game has high-quality visuals ( character’s 3D-models are similar to ones in remake of FF3 and CP:Blood Drive ) and wisely chosen soundtrack.

2. 1BeatHeart

Here goes a sequel-spinoff to 1bitHeart, without friend-making and QTE-scenes though. This time the main character is Misane-chan, who, along with Nanashi, is solving various murder cases in resort hotel. Gameplay is very similar to Ace Attorney games, logic is pretty simple, so, as long as you’ve played any detective games-you’ll be fine even without hints. Like it’s predecessor, 1BeatHeart has wonderful presentation – beautiful art and sprites along with catchy soundtrack and quality voice acting.

3.The Hanged Man

The Strange Men Series is probably one of most known game series in rpg-horror community, and, no doubt, one of the most interesting. Here goes the last game in the series, which concludes the main plotline, and makes clear some things, that were hanging in the air since the Crooked Man. The Hanged Man  introduces us new protagonist – Will, a bit unstable, but still nice boy with active imagination, who’s searching for his missing friend. Along the way he’ll meet many of our old acquaintances from previous games. Once again, game has fully voiced cutscenes, with quality voice acting for an indie-game. Gameplay, though, is more simple compared to predecessors, most of the game you’ll be exploring various locations and  solving puzzles, there’s no action cut-ins, except for quite complicated final chase. Overall, the Hanged Man  is an interesting game and very decent conclusion of the whole series.

4.Farethere City

Here goes the game, made by Segawa, the author of our favorite End Roll. Farethere City was his first game, and it’s bit more simple in terms of gameplay ( for example, there’s no rpg-elements and game’s world isn’t that big ). But when it comes to story, City is as good as ER, both sad and moving,-game starts with little kelp  (Mr.Turnip?) named Pigula, who has recently moved to a new city and wishes to open a shop, but something is definitely off with both city and our  hero. Visual part is as bright as one in the End Roll (including a bit of stylish disturbing artwork).So, if you liked End Roll and still want more, I highly suggest playing Farethere City.

5.June Bride Nightmare

What a beautiful wedding…and how quickly it turned into a nightmare. Our protagonist, Yuno, was so close to finding her happiness with the man she loves, but ended up being the only surviving person on her own wedding, and now she’s forced to play hide and seek with the mysterious maniac in the church, where wedding was held. Every time the maniac appears, you have a choice to sneak past him or to run for it by performing a QTE. Game has an interesting story, good gameplay and wonderful presentation. Even if you are far from  romance ( like myself, heh ), Bride still leaves the strong impression, especially the bittersweet true ending ( there’s also secret ending, but it isn’t that good, really ).

6.Little Red Riding Hood’s Wolf

Who doesn’t know the tale about Red Riding Hood? Famous tale indeed, and has many various interpretations, in most of them the girl gets eaten by wolf one way or another. But not this time. In this game granny is dead from the very beginning, little Red Riding Hood and the wolf are working together in order to find the murderer. Story is interesting and have some nice plot-twists (personally, I liked how the theme of split personality played in here ) and characters are nice. When it comes to gameplay, LRRHW plays like any other rpg-horror, so if you aren’t new to genre, you’ll easily beat this game in a hour or so. It’ll be quite pleasant hour.

7.Stray Cat Crossing

If you constantly play rpg-horrors and still haven’t got tired from amnesiac characters, I highly recommend you to play Stray Cat Crossing. First thing, that catches the eye is very detailed sprites and pixel artwork. Other one is dark atmosphere of haunted house with stylish designs and some grotesque well-animated cutscenes. Gameplay is mostly consists from searching the right items and solving simple riddles, but there’s also one frustrating chasing scene at the end of the first section of the house. Story may lack originality, but still good and teaches us to forgive, this time not others, but yourself, since sometimes there’s things that are beyond our control. And despite ending being optimistic, closing credits are a bit creepy.

8.Three Ghostly Roses

You find yourself in the strange place, greeted by mysterious man in the blue cape, you don’t remember anything about yourself, except for the name. Edmund Brigham. Doesn’t ring a bell? Nope, it doesn’t. To find out about your past and your purpose, you’ll need to carefully explore every corner of the dark and unwelcome world, before it’ll start to fall apart. TGR looks very similar to NES games and has wonderful original soundtrack, which perfectly fits to dark atmosphere of the haunted world. Also game has pretty unique battle system, where you watch the enemy’s movements and try to exploit it’s weakness. And, there’s no healing items, you recover HP by defeating the enemies, but despite that, difficulty level is quite fair.

9.Dreamfarer

Good sleep is important, isn’t it? It definitely is, but not for the people in Dreamfarer, who don’t need to sleep at all. In the society, described in the game, sleep is considered something out of ordinary, since no one’ve slept and seen a dreams for a long time. Yet, little girl, who has an ability to travel between other’s dreams, accidentally gets into a dream of a man, who is currently in comatose state in the hospital. To get back to reality, you’ll need to swap between girl and the man, since both of them see the same things from different perspectives, and help the inhabitants of the dream world. Dreamfarer is one of those games, which start as cute adventure and get darker and darker towards the end. This game has amazing fully redrawn graphics and stunning artwork (there’s literally tons of CGs ).

10.Shirakami-sama to Yon-no-Oni 

 Our next game is perfect if you are tired from jumpscares, suggestive  content and brain(or heart)-breaking stories. Shirakami is very heartwarming game about friendship between boy and four demons, who help him in search of his cousin, who went missing while preparing to upcoming festival. Game has warm atmosphere of small village, strong with it’s traditions, beautiful illustrations and interesting gameplay, based on main character’s perception. There’s 3 endings in total, to see all of them you’ll need to beat the game 3 times (it’ll take from 3 to 5 hours in total ) and every time story goes the different way. Currently, game ia available only in russian and japanese.

11.From The Next Door

When you see something extremely cheap-it’s always suspicious. In case of food it might be rotten ( not always though ), in case of newly acquired house-get ready to deal with abomination living next door ( and no, I don’t mean neighbors ). Usually, when you notice paranormal activity in your house-you try to get away from it as far as you can, but in case of our heroine Namie ( who is as “smart” as Ayumi Shinozaki in CP: Blood Drive )- you’ll wait until things will get reeeeally ugly. Despite main heroine’s stupidity ( or thanks to it ), the game came out really creepy and interesting. Additionally I would like to praise game’s stylish visuals reminiscent of GBC-games and good work with setting the right atmosphere. And, once again, if you’re not the sensitive type-I suggest you playing in complete darkness with headphones on.

12.Hansel

Despite the game’s title, you will meet neither Hansel nor Gretel, instead you are playing as twin brothers, one of them is timid and another is sharp-mouthed (oh well, they’re both little rascals, no matter how you look at it). Hansel is nice adventure game with variety of references to famous old fairy tales, good humor, adorable visuals and quite unexpected ending ( two endings, to be exact, since another one is unlocked after beating the game for the second time). Game is relatively short ( 30-40 minutes ) and puzzles can be easily solved without a guide.

13.Lavender

Lavender presents another look on the Rapunzel’s story, in which there’s no prince and evil witch isn’t that evil. Your goal in this game is to descend the tower to retrieve your birthday present, solving various unique puzzles ( from feeding plants to playing chess ) on your way down. Lavender has quality pixel graphics and overall good presentation, which helps to create the feeling that you’re traveling through old storybook. Personally, I really liked the game’s normal ending, but there’s also a secret one for those, who like, when plot starts to turn grim and bloody.

14.Dudley and The Mysterious Tower

There goes a new title, developed by Sen, but don’t expect second Mad Father or Misao. Dudley is far more simple in terms of both plot and presentation. But it doesn’t mean that the game has nothing to offer. You play as a courier, who has an important delivery to tower’s owner, and his dog. Each floor of the tower is designed as a puzzle, in order to solve which you’ll need to switch between courier and the dog, who can do things courier can’t ( like seeing ghosts and talking to other animals).To climb the tower and see the contents of so-called “delivery”  you’ll need about 40 minutes, so if you have some free time-be my guest.

15.Apocalypse Never

And once again our closing title belongs to “escape” genre, where you need to leave locked apartments by all means necessary. This time you play as carefree guy, whose drunken older sister has changed all locks in the house. Game is about 30 minutes long and has several endings, which depend on how fast you’ll manage to escape the house and meet up with a friend ( don’t forget to bring “that” with you ).Also game has good humor (some jokes are just hilarious) and nice art style.

Character Study: Jason Peter Todd

Anon asked: sorry i keep asking dick and jason questions but can you like do an overview of their personalities and like use in-text examples? its hard for me to get a grasp on characters and their mannerisms and personalities.

Quick Background: Jason practically grew up on the streets as a kid. Between his father who was stuck in a perpetual revolving door of prison sentences and a drug addicted mother, he didn’t have much of a family life before joining the Batfamily. His father was murdered by Two-face and his mother died of an overdose, leaving a young Jason to survive on the streets. Batman found Jason one night while Jason was in the process of stealing the tires off the Batmobile. Bruce will eventually come to take in Jason and give him the mantle of being the second Robin. After only being Robin for a few years he is murdered at the age of 16 by the Joker. He is resurrected by the Lazarus Pit and has since become the problematic character that we all know and love. 

(Character qualities and In-text examples are under the read more)

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Here's How Some Of The Weirdest And Darkest Stock Photos Came To Be
Why does that stock photo even exist? Here's why.
By Julia Reinstein

Much like how a Supreme Court justice once said he couldn’t define pornography but “I know it when I see it,” you pretty much can’t miss a stock photo when you see one.

And, also like porn, stock photos seem to follow the rule that if you can think of something, you can almost certainly find stock photos depicting it — meaning there are some really bizarre and dark ones out there.

Need a photo of a man kissing his watermelon wife? Consider it done. How about a blissed out guy flaunting a toilet paper roll? Take your pick.

Kidnapped/Captured Prompts

Anonymous said:Hello, same ask as the one for kidnap/capture fics. I forgot to clarify if they could possibly for Hero and Villain characters. I just really love those prompts… Anonymous said:Could I possibly ask for some more kidnapped/captured prompts?

Anonymous said:Hi! I love so much your blog, the prompts are all I ever looked for. May I ask some dialogues for the prompt evil wizard x kidnapped princess? Old but gold XD. Thank you so much! 

Anonymous said:More pirate prompts please! Maybe with a the captain from the pirate ship capturing one from the Navy?


1) “You have no idea how much I once admired you,” the villain said softly. “I wanted to be just like you.”
‘Then don’t do this!’ It came out muffled by the gag as the hero twisted against the restraints. ‘I was busy - it wasn’t a slight against you.’ A dozen different explanations that went unheard and ignored. 
“God,” the villain laughed giddily. “You really are quite something, you know?” They wet their lips, eyes gleaming with excitement. “So let’s see what makes you tick.”


2) “You, me, alone in an interrogation room with no witnesses,” the hero purred. “It’s like it’s my birthday.”
The villain eyed them warily, even as their body language stayed deceptively careless. “Well, I’m flattered. I’d have picked a nice hotel room myself, but there’s no accounting for poor taste.” The hero had been trying to apprehend them for years, always shiny and golden in the public eye, but in the private…obsession was probably the word. Wherever they were, whatever they did, the hero seemed determined to stop them. Honestly, it was like they had no life of their own to be getting on with. 
Alone in an interrogation room with no witnesses really wasn’t a comforting thought.


3) “I’m just saying,” the princess said. “You can’t be all that omnipotent if you have to resort to capturing girls to get what you want. Isn’t there a spell for that?”
“Magic doesn’t quite work that way,” the wizard said tightly. 
“Can you do anything cool? Can you turn into a dragon?” 
“No-”
“Because I was once kidnapped by a prince who could turn into a dragon, and honestly I’ve kind of missed flying. We still write sometimes.” 
The evil wizard stared at her in annoyance. 


4) The wizard’s spell was difficult to resist. It fogged her brain and left her will cloudy, more and more so as the days slipped by. Imprisoned in her own chambers, what a joke!
“We’re only keeping you safe,” the queen assured her. “Stop fighting what is best for you.”
She never would.   


5) “You naval types are always the same,” the pirate captain said. “So proud until you’ve been hung out on deck lashed with no food and water for a week.”
The naval captain kept their gaze straight ahead, jaw clenched. 
The pirate captain grabbed a fistful of their hair, pulling their head back, lips pressing against the navy captain’s ear. “Or maybe I’ll just start with your crew. Make you watch one of them walk the plank each time you don’t give me what I want. Perhaps both. What do you think?” 
“You’ll have to kill me and all my crew before I ever tell you anything.”
The pirate smiled. “I wonder if your crew feel the same way.”


6) “You must feel so hurt, so betrayed,” the pirate captain murmured. “Years of loyal service, and your crew sold you out in a second to save their own skin…not that it helped them of course.”
The navy captain’s ship, and its crew, was a smouldering wreck on the horizon sinking fast. The navy captain could stil taste the acrid thickness of ash on their tongue, feel the blood beneath their finger nails. Their throat lodged tight. “You gave them your word that you would let them go.”
“I have no words or promises of honour for unhonourable men who sell out their captain. You, on the other hand…you have quite the reputation.”
“Then you know I’d never sell out to you,” the navy captain spat. 
“You don’t recognize me, do you?”

If anyone is curious to know what being in a youth choir is like once we were waiting in a green room before a performance and I was really bored so I started tearing my plastic cup into shreds (you know how it is) and when I was done I gifted the cup shreds to this other kid. He took them and spelled out “YOU WILL DIE” on the table. I took them back and spelled out “WE ALL DIE” and we kept going back and forth for a bit. A few of the other kids were starting to notice and they thought it was kind of funny. After a couple rounds, my friend came up to me and whispered in my ear the best idea I had ever heard. We took the shreds and together, we spelled out “SEND NUDES.” So, everyone at the table was giggling and gathering around. We have some younger aged kids so I decided to destroy the message before I poisoned their minds. Suddenly everyone was mad at me because they hadn’t been able to get a picture of the message. Except for one girl, who said she could send it to everybody. And she did. In the choir group chat. Now, we had a couple different choir group chats with varying members and all created for different purposes. There was one for all of the choir kids with phones. There was one for just the high schoolers. There was one for just the high schoolers who texted a lot about weird shit. And there was one chat that our choir director used to send announcements about rehearsals and performances. So I was looking through the recipients list of this particular chat, and I saw a name that made my stomach drop. “Guys…” I said quietly, horror evident in my voice. Everyone was looking at me. “Wrong chat.”

And that’s the story of how we asked our choir director to send nudes.

So you’re Spider-Boy? || Peter Parker x (f)Reader! [Part 1]

Request:hi are you guys still taking request? I loved your father Tony x daughter reader. Can you make another one where she’s his daughter and she’s like this awesome computer hacker and she was the one who found out about Spiderman? Then her and peter meet for the first time? Does that even make sense lol Thank you love you guys“ -Tumblr Anon

Title: So you’re Spider-Boy? [PART 1]
Pairing: Peter Parker x (f)Reader x Dad! Tony Stark
Word Count:
1270
Warning: Fluff, shy-stammering Peter Parker, civil war era
Creator: Alta
A/N:
Reposting/Plagiarizing is not appreciated, reblog is fine. Hope I did the request justice… I added in my own ideas e,e Also! I kinda would like to dedicated this to Shan, she legit cried because she couldn’t go to the premiere for Spider-Man :—)) so this goes out to everyone alike.


War finally came down to Tony and Steve, and honestly you weren’t surprised. But it worried you that Steve really was abandoning the Avengers for a killer that was once his old friend. And you saw how it hurt your dad, how it was affecting everyone.

Eventually, Tony had thought it through and came down to the conclusion he needed help, so formed a team. But he needed a good number to recruit, which brought you into the picture. Now, being the only child of the billionaire himself, heavens forbid you fight… Not physically anyways.

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Fandom: Beauty and the Beast (2017)

Pairing: Gaston x Reader

As requested by anonymous: Gaston x reader smut.

Warning: smut (obviously), public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, insecurity

A/N: I’m sure this is a new level of sin. Like, never did I imagine I’d be writing smut about a Disney character…

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Being a relationship with Gaston had its ups and downs. Ups: he showered you with gifts, compliments, and love. Downs: other women would always talk down on you for not being good enough for him.

“She’s too plain and simple.”

“She probably doesn’t even satisfy him in bed.”

“I don’t understand how he can be with someone like her. It’s probably out of pity.”

It really came down on you enough to change how you were around Gaston. He noticed immediately your endless excuses to not see him. He noticed your kisses were no longer passionate. He’d always see you turn and walk away from him once you spotted him. He wanted to know what was going on.

“Y/N, love, may I please come in?” He heard nothing coming from the other side. He knocked on your door again, “Y/N, I know you’re home. Please, tell me what’s wrong.”

On the other side, you couldn’t help the tears that freely flowed from your eyes. You opened your door a little and peeked out the door, “What do you want, Gaston?” Your voice cracked and Gaston’s heart broke.

He pushed the door open and strode in, you stumbled back. He stepped closer to you and heald your face in his hands, “What’s wrong, my love? Who hurt you?”

“I think we should break this off.” You mumbled avoiding his eyes.

Gaston looked at you confused, “Why? Do you not love me?”

“I do, bu-”

“Did someone say something to you?”

You gulped and nodded, “Not someone. Some people. Not directly, but they say things loud enough for me to hear.”

Gaston pulled you to your kitchen table and pulled out a chair. You sat down and he sat in front of you, holding your hands, “What have people said? Who? Tell me their names and I’ll deal with them.”

“Please, Gaston. I don’t want to start any trouble.”

“Y/N, trouble started immediately when people began to speak ill of you. So tell me, what did those people say?”

You sighed, “They say I’m not good enough for you. That I’m not beautiful enough. That I’m plain. That I don’t satisfy your needs.”

“Lies. All lies!” Gaston and stood up and began to pace arund your kitchen, “They dare speak of you as if they know you? As if they know us?”

“Gaston-”

“They don’t know what they’re talking about. The villagers, they talk because they’re jealous. They are all well aware of your beauty, your worth. They’re all jealous because they can’t have me or you.” Gaston sat back down looking into your eyes, “Y/N, I love you wholeheartedly. Your beauty sweeps me off my feet. Your laugh sends butterflies in my stomach. And when we lay together, I feel like I’m in Heaven. You exceed my satisfactions.” Gaston immediately stood up and pulled you to your feet, “Come.” He pulled you out your door and shut it.

“Where are we going?” You asked briskly walking to keep up with Gaston’s stride.

“The tavern. I’m going to show everyone that you’re enough and more for me.”

You two made it to the tavern. The door slammed loud and hard and everyone stopped their drinking and laughing. There wasn’t much people as usual. Probably 20-25 people. That amount would do.

Gaston walked with you to his side, “Carry on.” He said and everyone did. Gaston strode to his claimed chair and sat down. He pulled you down so you were straddling him. He brought your lips to his. He roughly kissed you. His hands travelled from your neck to your hips to your behind. He gave your ass a squeeze and you moaned into his lips. He pulled away, “I believe you once told me that you liked the idea of people watching as we made love.”

Your eyes widened, “Gaston, I-”

“Do you trust me?” You nodded, “Just focus on me. Okay, love?”

“O-Okay.” You keaned forward and continued to kiss him. You began to geind and rock over Gaston’s clothed erection. Gaston pulled away and began to kiss and nibble your neck. His eyes open as he looked around to see people watching you two. He smirked. He lifted your dress skirt revealing your clothed ass. He kneaded the flesh then gave a rough slap causing you to moan.

Gaston then stood and carried you by your thighs. He set you on the table, “Lay back, love.” You did so and Gaston sunk to his knees. He hitched your dress skirt up again. Your legs dangled off the edge of the table. He pulled down your underwear and spread your legs. Gaston looked to see that everyone was watching him. He dove forward capturing your pussy lips with his.

Your back arched as you felt his tongue lick you up and down, “Oh, Gaston.”

Gaston smirked to himself, “That’s it, ket everyone hear who loves you. Who adores you.”

Gaston slowly inserted two fingers into your wet core. You shut your eyes and your nails dug into the wooden table, “Mmmm yes, Gaston!”

Gaston pumped his fingers into your quick as his other hand made quick circles around your hardened nub. Gaston looked to his right to see the Bimbettes staring in horror. Serves them right. They probably contributed to you getting hurt.

Gaston could feel your walls clenching around his fingers. He immediately pulled out and you whined. He smirked, “Don’t want you cumming without me in you, love.” He quickly unbuckled his pants and slid them down. He ran his hardened length along your slit collecting your juices.

“My love, please.” You pleaded.

Gaston nodded and slowly entered you. His head fell back and your back arched, “You always feel so good, Y/N.” He began to thrust into you desperately. He began to unlace your corset to reveal your breasts. He bent over and began to suck at your breast.

“Yes, right there, Gaston!”

Gaston let go of you nipple with a ‘pop’, “You like me taking you in front of all these people, Y/N? Do you love everyone knowing who you belong to?”

“Yes! I belong to you, Gaston!”

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N. My love. I love you. I’m yours and yours only.” He began to thrust into you harder. You fekt his balls hitting against your ass. The wood table creaking underneath you, “No one else can have you. You’re mine!”

You gripped onto Gaston’s arms as he balanced himself onto the table, “Yes! I’m yours! All yours!”

Gaston grunted as he began to slow his thrusts thus signalling that he was ready to cum. He began to thumb over you clit fast and hard. You pulled him by the shirt and captured his lips moaning as your walls tightened against him, cumming hard. Gaston groaned and his hips stilled. He pulled up and came all over your dress skirt.

He pulled your skirt down and pulled his pants up. He wiped the sweat off his head and face, “I hope you all took this as a message: Y/N has my heart and body. And I have hers. You speak ill of her or our relationship, I will not hesitate to make your life here Hell. Is that understood?” The men and women in the tavern all nodded.

Gaston scooped your tired form into his arms, “Time to go home, love.” He kissed your head and you smiled. Being with Gaston definitely had its perks.

BTS Reaction to their s/o continuously staring at their crotch absentmindedly

Hope you enjoy! ~Admin Unnie

Jin:

He would be trying to tell you a new joke he had come up with when he noticed.

“So the cow says-Yah! My face is up here!”

Originally posted by the8-carat

Yoongi:

He wouldn’t care, because now he’s found a new excuse for whenever he gets caught staring at your boobs/butt/crotch

Originally posted by dreamyoongi

Hoseok:

When he noticed, he would freak out, thinking he had a boner, but when he realized that wasn’t it, he would just start laughing nervously, trying to get your attention on something else

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Namjoon:

Contrary to popular belief, he would get really flustered and shy, until he realized you were zoned out and not aware of what you were doing. Then, he would take advantage of the time he had until you came back to earth to plan out how to seduce you without making an idiot of himself

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Jimin:

He would be the one to try to start things when he saw you staring.

“I didn’t realize-”

“Sure you didn’t, jagi” *licks lips*

Originally posted by kookiyoon

Taehyung:

To be honest, he probably wouldn’t even realize where your gaze was at first. Once he did, he would start laughing like he did that time that Jimin said Taehyung’s back wasn’t what we should be expecting

Originally posted by thekwelove

Jungkook:

He would freeze and not breathe, waiting to see if you would make a move or not. After a few seconds, he would calm down and decide to make his own move, only for your gaze to leave his crotch and fixate on something else as you continued to be lost in your thoughts

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

When We Collide (Part 6)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

Twenty-something tequila shots, four different kinds of drinks and a bottle of champagne later you would have believed you weren’t able to feel anything. The banging sensation behind you was loud as Luke had smacked your back against the door but you barely felt a single feeling.

His finger was almost furiously tapping against the ring bell to his front door, desperately waiting for Patrick to open up because he hadn’t had time to inform about your arrivals, his lips nippling onto your bruises ones.

Safe to say, Luke was right about his sayings when he said that first kiss wouldn’t be the last of tonight.

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The second one for the night! (I’m not even sure if this is the updated colour scheme for Xia) I really adore scribs and this had to be done, so I hope they are having a good day! @galactibun

Spilled Coffee - Tim Drake x Reader

Prompt: Tim falling for his secretary at WE???? Just super fluff please

“Good morning Mr. Drake.” You greeted cheerfully from your desk. Tim smiled at you and strode over to you with two coffee’s in hand.

“Hello Ms. [L/N]. Would you like some coffee? I accidently bought two.” He offered holding out the cup towards.

“How one accidently buys two cups of coffee I will never know but I’m not one to say no to free coffee.” You smiled reaching out to take the offering. He did this for you every once and awhile and you thought it was really quite cute of him. He always came up with silly reasons why he ended up with extra coffee and a part of you wondered if he was being more than just friendly at the frequent morning peace offerings. Well, coffee is coffee.

Tim let go of the cup when he thought you had a hold on it but it accidently slipped through your fingers and the hot liquid poured out of the cup and into your lap. You cried out at the burn of the liquid and immediately jumped out of your seat. Your clothes were completely ruined and your lap was in a tremendous amount of pain. Tim could only respond by being absolutely mortified about pouring hot coffee all over you.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry [Y/N]!” Tim exclaimed hovering over you, not really sure what he was supposed to do. “Here. Come in my office, we’ll find some clothes for you to change into.” He said, already guiding you towards his office. He shut the door and closed the blinds behind him to give you some more privacy. He left you in a hurry to go in search for clothe or someone who would go out to buy some. Your only goal was to get your stupid skirt off.

Not really thinking, you peeled the wet fabric off of you and gingerly prodded at the red, irritated skin on your lap. It wouldn’t leave any permanent damage and you wouldn’t need to go to the hospital.

“I’m sorry I could only find some of my clothes that I keep here for long nights. I sent someone to go out and buy -” Tim said coming back into the room. Your eyes widened in panic and you tried to cover yourself from your boss. All you had on at the moment was your coffee stained blouse and your lacy panties that you were both glad and mortified that you were wearing today.  You blushed bright red kicking yourself for being such an idiot. Tim blinked at you a few times before he was able to regain his composure and respectfully avert his gaze from you. He held out the clothes to you and you took them, whispering your thanks.

“They’re probably going to be a little baggy, I apologize.” He said. You took them in your hands and brought your finger up to fiddle with the first button of your soiled blouse before you realized that your boss was still facing you.

“Mr. Drake?”

“Yes [Y/N]? I-I mean Ms. [L/N]!” He said correcting himself at the less professional use of your name.

“Would you mind turning around while I change? Not that I think you’re going to try and look or anything! But …”

“No, I understand.” He said dismissively before turning his back to you. You made quick work of undressing and even quicker work of dressing in his clothes. You had to admit that you could smell faint hints of his cologne on his clothes. You weren’t complaining but somehow this felt more intimate than it should have. He was right though, his clothes fit pretty loosely on you.

“You can turn around now.”  You said. He turned back around and glanced briefly at the sight of you in his clothes before he trained his eyes back to the ground.

“Sally should be back in about an hour with some replacement clothes for you. Again, I’m incredibly sorry. I honestly have no idea what happened.” He fretted apologetically. He looked so darn cute when he had that worried little crinkle between his eyebrows.

“It’s alright Tim.” You laughed.

“You called me Tim.”

“Well I yelled out a string of expletives when I poured coffee all over myself, you know what color underwear I’m wearing today and I’m now wearing your clothes. I think professionalism is kind of fucked today, no matter what way you look at it.” You shrugged, sitting down in the chair facing his desk. . “Of course, if you would rather I don’t call you Tim that’s fine too. I’m sorry I assumed, Mr. Drake.” You added on hurriedly.

“No! Tim’s fine. Call me Tim.” He insisted, shooting his hand out to touch yours in reassurance. He kept his hand there for a few moments before he retracted his hand, suddenly unsure if he should be showing this level of affection towards you.

“Well while we’re waiting for Sally we should probably get to work. There’s a lot we have to do today.” You said.

“Right of course.” Tim nodded moving to sit down in the chair behind his desk. He turned on his computer and while you were both waiting for it to boot up you asked probably the most careless question that you’ve ever asked anyone before.

“Since professionalism is shot to hell anyway, did you like what you saw, you know before you turned away?” You asked. He visibly gulped and turned bright red.

“I uh - you’re a very beautiful woman, [Y/N].” He admitted.

“But … ?” You prompted, sensing he had more to say but he shook his head.

“No ‘buts’. You’re a beautiful woman. I’m sure any man would want - you know what, I’m not going to finish that. I’m sure HR’s already going to be all over my case no need to dig myself into a deeper hole.” He laughed, nervously running his fingers through his long hair.

“It was just a little bit of coffee, no harm done.” You said encouragingly.

“I still can’t help but to feel guilty. I bring you coffee all the time. You wouldn’t have gotten hurt if I could just take a hint.”

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“You’re going to laugh but the reason I bring you coffee so often is that I hope one day I’ll work up the courage to ask you out on a date. Stupid right?” He laughed at himself.

“No, I think it’s cute.” You admitted.

“And if I were to ask you out now?” He asked hesitantly.

“I’d still say yes.” You swore. A small smile twitched at his lips.

“Even after I spilled coffee all over you?” He asked with a skeptically raised eyebrow.

“Oddly enough it’s not a deal breaker for me.” You joked.

“That’s good to know.” Tim laughed.