and see a bunch of gold

Where do Mimic's come from?

We had just managed to defeat a Mimic when my good friend and i got into this conversation with a new member to our party. A very 'innocent’ person really, and a very annoyed DM in the end.

Damien (innocent person (bard) “You know, i was always thinking. Where do Mimics come from?”
Rogue (me) Well, when a mommy mimic wants a baby, she starts eating all of the treasure she can.

Warlock (David) and then she settles in a cave to let the gems form a baby inside of her.

Me: like a clam with a pearl.

David: and when the pearl is formed, ‘mommy’ mimic births the baby mimic.

me: and when the baby mimic sees the world for the first time, it looks up to it’s mommy and the world around itself in awe.

David: Seeing her baby hungry, ‘mommy mimic’ then feeds her baby to give it strength to survive.

me: Having eaten more gold and gems than she needs, she throws up a bunch of it into the baby mimic’s mouth, giving it the needed substance to survive without her.

David: Like with birds.

DM: SHUT UP ALREADY! WE ARE IN A CAMPAIGN!

me: We are answering a question asked from one member to another in character.

Dave: yah!

me: you know my character can’t pass up a moment like this to go off like that.

Dave: and i don’t know either so i just went along with it.

DM:…alright, no more mimics…so no more 'epic’ items.
me and David: AWWW!!!! Common! That is just mean!

note she either forgot the next day we played, or just did not care.

Android Companion AU

Lucis is an advanced civilization, the crown city of Insomnia is self sustaining and generally safe, but the limited land with which to build on can barely fit the growing population. You are an independent adult who had landed a dream job in the heart of the city, your parents bid you farewell from their farmhouse just east of Lestallum, and now you are living alone in a very crowded, claustrophobic, and constantly noisy business district.

One day, you find an offer of comfort in your solitary life:

Model: NOCT-1.5 (limited number of units produced):

  • This model is the cutting-edge technology of all companions available in the market, the be-all end-all royalty of the trade. it is never advertised because very few people can afford it, but you’re a tech nerd and you’ve heard of the legends
  • It’s usually ridiculously expensive and waaaay out of your range, for some reason, this one is on sharp discount in your local computer shop
  • the clerk tells you it’s on a discount because it has been taken out of the box by a previous owner and returned, but is in top shape otherwise
  • it’s a small investment even after the price cut and you’re seriously trying to talk yourself out of it, but the more you look at the android behind the sheer plastic, the more you are entranced by the sharp features and slim design.
  • a part of you hungers to see what the eyes look like once turned on, and what kinds of apps and functions you can install on such a rare product
  • you take it home, and the moment you plug it- him in, bright piercing eyes glow red for three seconds, and then mellow out to a soft crystal blue

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anonymous asked:

okay but what's the Extended Timeline of darry....i need the Full Scoop im on the edge of my seat

so it all starts april fourth, 2011 with a tweet from dan saying, “so one direction are now advertising pokémon black and white? well at least that’s one thing i’ll always be superior to liam payne at.” from what i can find is the first mention of one direction dan has made on twitter

dan makes a few more mentions of harry styles/one direction in general over the next year and a half.

harry moves out of his flat with bandmate louis tomlinson early 2012 and to a flat in east london. dan moves to london mid-2012

the pivotal moment. october 7th, 2012. one direction is interviewed by dan howell and flatmate, phil lester. three videos of this occurrence are available (one) (two) (three). there are multiple instances in which harry sends smoldering looks towards the unknowing youtuber. this also was commemorated in dan and phil’s book, The Amazing Book Is Not On Fire (in stores now)

thus, darry is birthed.

around this time there are multiple rumors of harry dating taylor swift but none are confirmed

if one has the imagination for it, dan and harry may have had a three month fling with the slightly older british vlogger. the idea is alluring. both sexually ambiguous men having a secret love affair right for the world to see. around this time dan is keeping up a fairly regular schedule of uploading videos each week on his main channel, danisnotonfire. 

in between november 30th and december 21st there was no uploading. this could be attributed to the fact that harry had been seen out multiple times with taylor swift and the end of darry was nigh. darry would be confirmed dead when harry and taylor were pictured kissing on new years eve. 

and to non-believers, this could be the end of the high-rise, champagne-tinged love affair between dan howell and harry styles (for which i have many head canons about but we are just covering the factual evidence). but no.

on march 7th, 2013, dan uploads a vyou answer talking about how weird it was to meet one direction. dan speaks of how he mad eye contact with harry. he claims his favorite member was niall because he smiled the most. he would, considering harry must have broken his heart after that meeting.

in december 2013, amazingphil (phil lester, dan howell’s flatmate and rumored significant other) uploaded a video called ‘my google search history’ revealing he once looked up where harry styles lived. lester claims to have only been on fan-based ventures but one may assume he was scoping out the man that had dan howell’s heart in the latter part of 2012. 

on february 19th, 2014, dan howell and harry styles both attend the brit awards. and both were wearing the same shirt. this sparks multiple articles on the two and the hilarity of the situation was apparent to the internet. 

during bbc radio 1′s big weekend, dan is pictured backstage during one direction’s set, being called weird fruit guy. here is one picture for your reference

dan also is in a video where he says harry loves him (cannot find a video but here is a gifset)

about a month later, dan goes to a concert with a bunch of youtuber friends (sans phil, interesting) to see one direction. 

other “darry proofs” could be that dan prefers to be the big spoon and harry the little spoon. dan and harry have both expressed interest in fashion. both are pretentious as fuck. it has been noted none of harry’s songs which he has written have confirmed he has ever been in love. one could think ‘fools gold’ and ‘just a little bit of your heart’ could be about one dan howell. recently dan and harry have both been photographed with black nail polish on, a sure sign darry is coming to pass soon.

this all culminates to last night, october 6th. harry was out celebrating the release of his recent magazine editorial in another man at albert’s club. phil lester was out with his family. this would make dan howell approximately thirty minutes away from harry if he did not go out with lester and his family. this was an optimal timeframe for dan or harry to visit each other. is darry reuniting? only time will tell

My favorite thing about gold from the Pokémon manga is something I never see depicted in fan art and that’s that he straight up uses his Pokémon to cheat at gambling

Like I remember very clearly there was a scene where he had painted over his Poké Balls to look like billiard balls and his Pokémon would move around in them to make sure that they got into the pockets.

He straight up hustled the shit out of a bunch of people in the game corner

Category 2, number 13: “Best friend’s younger sibling who suddenly got hot” sex

@lamenart First of all, you can have anything you want, I would literally die for you after your drawings. Second, this is the AU I like to call “the one where Mari and Viktor meet years before he meets Yuuri, and they become penpals.” This is part 1 lmao, I’ll post part 2 tomorrow!

PART 1 OF 3

By some strange twist of fate, Viktor meets Mari before he actually meets her brother.

It happens during his first Grand Prix skating in the senior division, when he gets assigned the NHK Trophy for one of his qualifying events. Viktor is excited—he’s never been to Japan before, and the only thing he likes better than skating itself is the amount he gets to travel because of it. When he isn’t practicing his routines or pestering Yakov about changing his choreography, Viktor spends most of his time looking up all the fun things he plans to do in the two or three days he gets to spend outside of competition, which means sightseeing and food tourism and talking to locals.

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How to report someone in FFXIV: Don’t let them get away

I’ve noticed lately the report system has changed a bit, either that or I haven’t found this way out but the only visible means of reporting someone is right clicking their name in chat/party/etc and going to Report

The problem here now is that the only option you have to report them for is RMT (gold selling pretty much). So what are we to do if someone is a genuine asshat to you or someone? Are they doing something against ToS/Moral Values that’s not gold selling? Here’s how:

First, boot up the System button on the bottom right hand corner. It has an X/V symbol on it:

Then you go to Support Desk:

Then you should have a window with four tabs: Information, News, Contact Us and History. Below are some examples of what you can report, but in this particular example we’re going to go with Report Harassment since it’s unfortunately the most common thing we see in games.

Once you click that, you’ll get a lovely, in depth form to fill out that includes a bunch of very important details like the name of the offended and their home realm, where it happened and comments made by the player.

What I like here is that they give you tips on where to find the information, say you don’t know what world the person is from? Under Name and World if says you can find the world from the contact list under Social in the Main menu and what this gem does is bring up the last 50 people you were in a party with. This is genius and lets you scroll through until you find who you are looking for.

Once you’re filled it out, it will give you a moment to check over your ticket with a preview window. During that time you can either Submit it or Edit it and I found the response rather quick so here’s hoping that you all get quick responses too.

Don’t let these people ruin our games, dob them in and save a life

Golden - William Nylander

Requested by anon: can i get a william nylander imagine because he won worlds?? and maybe have backstrom make an appearance because i love their friendship. thanks :-)

A/N: I’m actually quite proud of this one. I hope you like it!

Word count: 1210

Warnings: google translator swedish.

Master list

Originally posted by mapleleafstrash

Ladies and gentlemen, we would like to inform you that we will soon be landing on the Cologne Bonn airport in Cologne. It’s currently 2pm, local time. The temperature outside is 18º Celsius, 64º Fahrenheit. The crew hopes that you’ve had a pleasant flight and we are looking forward to seeing you on future trips, thank you.” I ignore the flight attendant who is giving now the same briefing in German and look out the window, looking at the city of Cologne from the sky.

I had never thought that I would be leaving Toronto to go to see my boyfriend play in a World Championship, but life has funny ways and I can’t wait to see what mine has in store for me.

After the loss against the Washington Capitals in the Stanley Cup Playoffs my boyfriend William decided to join team Sweden in Europe to play at the World Championship, but everything was planned so last minute that I couldn’t get enough time off from work to go with him. I have hated watching the games from home, wanting to be there to support my boyfriend more than anything. When the Tre Kronor made it to the Final I couldn’t just stay in Toronto, so I booked a plane ticket to Cologne. Without telling Willy. Because I just love surprises.

The plane lands and after a little while we are cleared to unbuckle our seatbelts and leave. My legs feel stiff from spending so much time sitting on a rather uncomfortable seat, but I’m so excited to be her that I almost don’t care. After getting my suitcase I walk through the doors that take you where the families wait and start looking for Alex and Michael. It doesn’t take me long to see Alex’s blond hair.

“(y/n)! How was your flight?” He greets me, giving me a hug. Alex and I have a really great partner-in-crime relationship, which annoys Willy greatly.

“It was good. A little long, but good.” I say, moving from him to Michael to give him a hug as well. “Thanks for picking me up.”

“No problem. I’m sure that Willy is going to love to have you here.” Will’s dad says and you nod excitedly.


 

I slap the tears off my face as I see your boyfriend tackling Henrik Lundqvist. They’ve won. My boyfriend is a World Champion. Will hasn’t noticed me yet, he was too focused on the game and now he is too busy celebrating, which is fine; I’m just happy to get to see him win. Alex is taking what could be considered as an excessive amount of pictures and Michael is standing besides me, looking at his oldest son with such pride that makes my heart flutter.

When I thought that anything could make this moment any better William is named the Most Valuable Player of the Competition and my hands can’t control the amount of proud tears that are leaving my eyes. My makeup is ruined, but I can’t care less about it. Also, I’m not the only one crying at this point, but I’ll never tell how Alex is quick to wipe the tears out of his face before anyone notices it. The team finally makes it out the ice, but we stay on our seats for a little longer, knowing that it will be awhile before they make it out the locker room. I try to answer as many texts from my friends and family back home as I can, but I can’t help it but to burst into laughing when I get one from Will.

“WE MADEEEE IT! I wish you were here.” I read out loud for his brother and father and they chuckle too.

I’ve seen it! I’m so proud of you. Congratulations, my love.” I type out, topping it up with a bunch of gold medals and trophies emojis.

Alex, Michael and I wait for what it seems like forever before Will texts Alex saying that he will be out soon, so we made our way to the hall to join the rest of the families. Everyone is smiling and, even though I don’t know any Swedish but pet names and cute little phrases here and there, I know that they are as excited to see the new World Champions as I am.

Players start coming out the doors that lead to the locker rooms and the hall erupts on cheers while the men join their families. I keep my eyes on the door until I see him, wearing his suit with no tie and carrying the MVP award and the gold medal on his hands. He doesn’t notice me as he spots his dad and brother, waving at them as he makes his way through the crowd.

“Alex! Påve –” He stops dead on his tracks when he sees me standing in between the two men, looking at him with a smile. “Älsking? (Love?)”

Alex and Michael step a side, leaving more room for Will to come hug me. He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me up, holding me close to him as he buries his face on my neck.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, letting go of the awards, which his father is taking from his hands, so he can hold me properly.

“I couldn’t miss it.” I just answer, wrapping my own arms around his neck.

“You didn’t tell me.” He doesn’t sound accusatory, he is just stating the fact that I, indeed, didn’t tell him.

“It was a surprise.” I whisper. “Do you like it?”

“I don’t know if I’m happier because of the Championship or because you are here.” He says, making me laugh at how cheesy he sounds.

He puts me down eventually and walks towards his brother, who hugs him as well and says a couple of words in Swedish which I don’t understand. I hang out by Alex side as Michael and Will share a longer embrace, Michael’s voice cracking every once in awhile as he speaks with his oldest son.

“Nylander.” I hear a voice from behind us and we all turn around, meeting the Backstrom family.

“Nick!” Michael says, his hand clashing with the other man’s as they pull each other into a brotherly hug before Nicklas moves over to Alex and then to me, looking at Willy inquisitively.

“(y/n)?” He asks and Will nods, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer to his side. “So the lucky charm was here after all.”

“Apparently.” Willy chuckles, kissing my temple in an affectionate way that makes everyone else smile.

“He hasn’t stopped talking about you.” Nicklas offers me his hand and I shake it, smiling at him. “Well, actually he was whining about how much he wished you were here.”

“I didn’t whine.” Will defends himself, holding me even tighter.

“Yes, you did.” Michael, Alex and Nicklas say at the same time, making you laugh.

“I didn’t whine, I’ve just missed you a lot.” He whispers to my ear.

“I am here now.” I answer him. “And I don’t have a ticket to go back.”

Jag älskar dig. (I love you)” He says.

Jag älskar dig med (I love you too), my love.”

Osomatsu-San Season 2 Wishlist

I’ve been seeing a lot of these around and I’ve been thinking about making my own. It might be short, and they’re not necessarily in order of what I want the most?? Some of these are jokes too so don’t get ur hopes up

1: More individual focus. Ex: A day with Todomatsu and his girl friends, Osomatsu playing pachinko, Karamatsu walking around, etc.

2: The world from Jyushimatsu’s perspective??? Or at least some insight into his thoughts??? Like a dream or his imagination??

3: A Valentine’s Day episode where they’re all bitter like the manga chapter. More holiday episodes in general.

4: The opposite of the kerosene episode where the air conditioning dies on a hot day

5: Ichimatsu and his cat friends, in the style of a soap opera drama.

6: Totoko turns into an actual fish/Totoko switches brains with a fish. This somehow makes her the famous idol that she’s always wanted to be. But she’s also a fish???

7: A Dekapan-centered episode. He’s SCIENCE MAN

8: How Choromatsu got into idols in the first place?? Do we get an explanation?? If there’s any info out there please link it to me

9: Iyami does more things besides being poor and sheehing. Like his taxes.

10: Atsushi? Either him or a new character, Todomatsu gets a rival and his brothers eventually replace Todomatsu because he’s so charming and elegant. Todomatsu must prove he’s the Ultimate Brother™ in a fight to the death

11: Choromatsu punches Nyaa-chan’s husband

12: OKAY THIS IS MOSTLY A JOKE BETWEEN MY FRIENDS BUT WHAT IF WE GOT AN EPISODE THATS JUST 30 STRAIGHT UNINTERRUPTED MINUTES OF THE BROTHERS EATING BREAKFAST OR DINNER

13: Hatabou getting a Hata-friend

14: Another group of neet Sextuplets move in to the same city. Shenanigans ensue x6 combob. Either that or fake sextuplets hired by Iyami’s ass try to steal their fame.

15 (AKA a bunch of scenarios not long enough to carry an entire episode) : A cooking show scenario. A hospital drama scenario. A pirate scenario. Something like project runway. A game show??? I’d love to see that. The diqq quiz in episode 3 was gold. But I want M O A R. Pranks.

Let me know what y'all think. Or if my ideas suck. I’m sure you’ll let me know :^)

I FORGOT SOME. Someone reminded me but I think Homura should definitely return even if once!!! And Osomatsu doing ballet when he was little should be brought back too. I want to see him dance.

dating Yixing would include

Originally posted by daenso

this gif is like ult boyfriend vibes pls send help my body hurts

  • absolute sweetheart from the beginning
  • he’d be so calm around you at first and you’d think maybe he didn’t actually like you
  • but internally every time that you smiled at him he died inside
  • like, he’d sit there with his heart beating so so fast bc of you
  • and he’d probably end up telling chanyeol or something about him dying inside bc he thought you were so cute
  • then he’d realise he actually likes you
  • cue extravagant plan to ask you out 
  • he’d probably ask to meet you somewhere and show up with a bunch of flowers 
  • ‘i think that… i might like you? like-like you i mean, not friend like you because i—’
  • ‘its okay xing i know what you mean, i like you too!’
  • ‘you do?!’
  • cutest smile ever for the rest of his life
  • and from then on he’ll always be asking you out on dates
  • bc he loves to see you v happy and ahhhh
  • just anything you do he’ll be so siked at and he’ll always be smiling at you
  • especially likes dates where it’s just you two in your own bubble
  • zhang yixing just has a heart of gold waiting to pour out on someone
  • so don’t be surprised if you wake up to loads of gifts
  • it’s just a sign of his oversized heart that’s only for you
  • but don’t question him about it because if you do he’ll just shrug off any effort he put into picking a gift for you
  • ‘oh i saw it when i was walking home and it reminded me off you’
  • when he actually spent a year online finding things that are perfect for you 
  • because only the best for you
  • probably has a thing for you wearing his shirt in the mornings
  • will have that dark look in his eyes as he watches you from afar 
  • but when you notice he’s watching you he looks cute again
  • ‘can i help you yixing?’
  • ‘i was just seeing how cute my baby is~’
  • has the cutest nicknames for you that he accidently uses in conversations with others
  • and has you as his wallpaper; changes it to a new pic of you each week
  • would make you question your sanity sometimes because ? he’s so nice???
  • and that can’t always be a good thing
  • he’d probably sometimes seem as though your problems go over his head
  • and that might end up being a little frustrating to you?
  • like you’ll be telling him a problem and he would just nod and 
  • it’s great if you wanna complain to someone
  • not so great if you want help with the problems
  • but any time he can help you he will and he’ll do whatever he can to make you happy
  • which is the sweetest thing ever
  • that nice personality may just be forgotten for you 
  • and he’ll unleash all the anger inside him bc no one makes his bby angry
  • but other than that is the cutest thing ever
  • might be a workaholic but it can be fun sometimes
  • like you can join him in the studio and even if you’re doing your own thing in there
  • it’s nice to just be together
  • and occasionally he’ll call out for your advice on things
  • then he’ll help you in return too
  • likes it when you help him with his songs
  • so will always ask you first of all what you think
  • and you become like the best music critic in his eyes
  • even if you just say that you like everything because everything he does is a*
  • so you’d also always get to see any choreo first
  • and new music videos
  • basically you’ll be the luckiest person to ever live and uh
  • prince of china deserves all 
  • so pls take care of him 

minseok | luhan | kris | junmyeon | yixing | chanyeol | baekhyun | jongdae | jongin | sehun ♡ 

drabbles and dating idols would include masterlist

Headcanons for some of my fav MHA kids playing Magikarp Jump! (Because I am so addicted to that game right now)

Izuku:

  • His Magikarp are all named after pro heroes or their moves. He has caught exactly one Gold Magikarp that he named All Might. Cried when it had to retire.
  • Raises them all to max level.
  • Never has any coins or diamonds because he spends them all (after several hours of working out the best way to use them to maximize effect).
  • Has picked the risky option at least once for all events.

Bakugou:

  • Every single Magikarp is named “ExplodoGills”. Hasn’t caught a Gold one yet and is pissed over it.
  • Spends all his coins but is very particular about using his diamonds.
  • Uses all his items because he’s impatient.
  • Picks the risky option any time it won’t cost him his Magikarp. Sometimes picks the risky option that will force it to retire if his current Magikarp isn’t a higher max level than the last.

Iida:

  • All his Magikarp are named with some sort of variant of a fishy name. Finny, Scales, etc.
  • Is dedicated to collecting all the patterns. Extremely disappointed by doubles unless they’re the patterns he likes best.
  • Only spends coins, diamonds, or items if he has a ton saved and never uses more than half.
  • Never picks the risky option. Never.

Uraraka:

  • Her Magikarp are named whatever she thinks of, usually based on their pattern.
  • Her favourite Magikarp so far was a dappled pink one that she beat an entire league with.
  • Spends coins and diamonds without much thought.
  • Picked the risky option once and lost her Magikarp, hasn’t tried it since.

Todoroki:

  • Doesn’t name his Magikarp. They’re all just Magikarp.
  • Enjoys feeding them more than training/battling with them.
  • Spends his coins as soon as he gets them, saves his diamonds carefully because he can’t decide what he wants to get with them.
  • Chooses the risky option by accident sometimes, feels bad (for the Magikarp) when it results in forced retirement.

Momo:

  • Names her Magikarp after elements and chemicals.
  • Tries to check on her Magikarp a few times a day to maximize the amount of training sessions.
  • Bought a bunch of diamonds so she can use them and the coins whenever she wants.
  • Takes the risky option only if it won’t result in retirement or if her Magikarp isn’t close to levelling up.

Kirishima:

  • His Magikarp are all named super tough names. Even the girls. Has caught several Gold ones and Bakugou hates him for it.
  • Challenges the league every time he goes up a level. Constantly checking his phone to see if he regained his LP yet.
  • Uses coins and diamonds whenever he feels like it.
  • Picks the risky option only if it won’t cost him his Magikarp.

Amajiki:

  • Names his Magikarp after what he had for breakfast
  • Prefers to feed them and train them, only challenges the league when the game makes him.
  • Takes screenshots of all of his Magikarp.
  • Never ever tries the risky option. Did it once by accident and was stressed out until it turned out that nothing bad happened.
I Despise You - Edmund x Reader (Pt.2)

Warnings: none

Characters: Edmund, Lucy, Peter and Susan Pevensie and (Y/N)

Setting: The Golden Age, Narnia

Blurb (???i think???): (requested by @alwaysinnarnia) The reader is a Swordswoman/Knight of Doorn and visits Narnia, soon getting off on the wrong hand with King Edmund. She stays in Narnia and they train together, and they become friends and maybe something more…

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“Lady (Y/N)?”

A reply sounded underneath (Y/N)’s breath, but every word sounded like a vicious grunt as she tried to tighten her corset. “I’m. Not. A. Lady.”

She released her numb arms which where twisted behind her back and approached the door. “Who is it?”

“Susan. Uh, are you alright? You sound like you’re in pain.”

“Just fine, your majesty.” The pained girl managed to say before trying to catch her breath.

“May I come in?”

(Y/N) released her tightened shoulders into a slouch and opened the chamber door. Sticking her head out, she saw the High Queen of Narnia looking absolutely beautiful.

Her tall figure was hugged by a dark red dress, and dark hair was out in waves with a golden crown sitting atop her head.

Her blue eyes matched her warm smile as she asked, “It’s the corset, isn’t it?”

“By the name of Aslan, I have never felt this much pain.”

A giggle erupted from her lips as (Y/N) opened the door wider to let her in. In the back of her mind, she was ridiculing herself for the fact that the High Queen of Narnia walked in on her unable to handle a corset.

There was a dinner in half an hour and to be frank, (Y/N) wasn’t too keen on sitting across a certain somebody who embarrassed her earlier today. She hadn’t seen him since she left the training area, and believe it or not, she wasn’t intending to find him either.

The centaur, Wulfric, had shown the new guest around Cair Paravel and escorted (Y/N) to her room after a few hours. The room she was given was decorated with drapes of maroon and gold, as well as silver. The four poster bed was twice the size of her’s back at home and they were fitted with the silkiest sheets she’d ever felt.

It all smelled refreshing and the fireplace had beautiful ornaments and objects on the mantelpiece. A bookshelf stacked with history books and fiction gave off a smell of pure happiness. The lavatory and bath were set up immaculately with soaps and fancy looking liquids in various places. (Y/N) was also provided with a desk and various envelopes along bottles of ink to write back to Doorn once they sent letters.

Wulfric was kind enough to bandage her shoulder which was injured soon after the sword-fight.

“How are you enjoying your stay so far, Lady (Y/N)?” Queen Susan asked politely.

“Please,” the swordswoman grunted, trying to scratch her back. “Call me (Y/N).”

“Here,” she gestured to the corset, “I’ll help with that.”

(Y/N) sighed in relief as Queen Susan led her to the mirror and began to fiddle with the stitching of the garment.

“Your kingdom is wonderful,” (Y/N) stated truthfully. “I haven’t seen anything like it.”

She really hadn’t seen such beautiful scenery before in her life; Doorn was never that connected to the outside world. Military forces was the heart of the country, and to hold a ball was rare and (Y/N) would hardly attend. She never learnt the manners princesses, ladies or Queens learnt; she was only taught how to fight.

Sometimes she’d even think that she was missing out on that ‘exciting’ life of a real princess; with the tiaras and the dresses. But at this moment, as Queen Susan adjusts the reason for (Y/N)’s suffocation, she wasn’t very interested.

She looked at the swordswoman through the mirror and gave a lovely smile. “The people are wonderful and strong, they really make this kingdom what it is.”

(Y/N)’s breathing slowed as she loosened the material. “You know,” she stated. “You don’t have to wear a corset to dinner.”

She mentally slapped myself as the material appeared in Queen Susan’s hands, leaving (Y/N) in a thin gown. She flushed bright red at her stupidity and rushed to the closet to find the simplest gown.

“I’m sorry, your Highness,” the visitor muttered. “We don’t wear gowns or corsets; that might seem ridiculous to you…”

“Absolutely not!” She exclaimed excitedly. “I hope one day all the corsets in this world will burn.”

A laugh escaped both their lips as (Y/N) found a simple long-sleeved, dark blue dress. “How about this, your Highness?”

Queen Susan’s eyes lit up as she walked up to her, admiring the dress with utmost confidence. “It’s made for you.”

(Y/N) grinned and unfolded a screen to change behind.

As she hung up the dress, (Y/N) heard the Queen call before closing the door, “Oh, and please call me Susan. I hate formalities just as much as you do.”

*

(Y/N) made her way down the hall hurriedly, holding the dark dress in bunches in her fists.

She couldn’t find the bloody dining hall.

Her feet were shuffling awkwardly from time to time to see who was coming around the corner, but the whole place was deserted.

Then she knew it was wrong of her to take too many right turns.

But then, (Y/N) heard an echo of a laugh and her ears perked towards the sound. She didn’t bother wearing fancy shoes, so she just stuck with the leather boots she arrived with.

(Y/N) found a marble staircase soon enough, and took a pause to breathe. The railing was pure gold and the stairs were shining a pristine white, making her wonder how long it took to polish.

She made her way down as fast as she could, feeling her hairdo that a maid had prepared for her fall out. (Y/N) groaned and removed the pins from her hair, rushing her fingers through her scalp which undid the fancy bun.

Sighing with relief, she found the door Wulfric had shown earlier. There were carvings of flowers and fauns dancing through the trees. (Y/N) opened one large door and entered with her head bowed respectfully.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, please accept my-”

Before finishing the sentence, (Y/N) looked at around at the large dining table, which was completely empty.

“Apology,” She huffed in annoyance as she leaned against the heavy doors, catching her breath.

(Y/N) took a moment to admire how unbelievably clean the room was and the red and gold decor that made it seem so pristine. She scratched the back of her neck and took a seat at the end of the long table.

‘Was there another dining room?’ She thought. ‘Was later than I thought?’

“You aren’t late,” a calm voice said. (Y/N) whipped her head around to see a tall, young man with blue eyes. He was wearing a golden crown on his golden haired head.

“You must be…” She stood up swiftly, and bowed. “King Peter. High King, sorry.”

He showed his glistening teeth as he smiled. “Peter. Susan’s told me about you, you seem very respectful.”

“I was taught to be,” (Y/N) answered pridefully.

He walked around the table gracefully and adjusted a crookedly placed fork as the newcomer said, “I heard a laugh. I didn’t know if it was just me-”

“Oh, that was Lucy. We’re seated in another dining hall.

(Y/N) blinked. “You have two dining halls?”

Peter laughed and offered her his arm. “You’re our guest, so we’ll be heading to the guest hall.”

She smiled up at him and took his arm happily as he led the way underneath the stairs and took off to another corridor she hadn’t noticed.

(Y/N) heard the laughter again and pushed the nervous butterflies in her stomach away. Why was she nervous? She tried to push up the sleeves of the dress which started at her shoulders. Self consciousness creeped in and she was beginning to acknowledge how much neck was showing.

The High King let go of (Y/N)’s arm and pushed open the door before him, revealing a intricate marble carved table with the Queens of Narnia sitting across each other on cushioned chairs.

Susan waved (Y/N) over, and after turning to Peter and thanking him, she took the empty spot beside her.

“The dress looks beautiful on you, but what happened to your hair?”

Oh.

(Y/N) forced a smile. “Must’ve gone undone when I was trying to find this part of the castle.”

The youngest girl giggled. “You really aren’t from here.”

(Y/N) turned to who she guessed was Queen Lucy and recognised her brown-red hair glinting brightly.

“Hi!” She waved happily.

(Y/N) smiled and bowed politely, soon noticing that the dark-haired king was nowhere to be seen.

Queen Lucy giggled once more. “I’ve never seen a girl bow to us. It’s cool.”

(Y/N) frowned. “Am I not supposed to bow?”

The bubbly girl stood up and moved away from the dining table so the newcomer could see her. The queen curtsied, bowing her head and lifting her skirts delicately.

“We curtesy when we come across royalty.” Susan explains after the young girl takes her seat again.

(Y/N)’s ears seemed warm and she felt colour fill her cheeks. Well, this is embarrassing. Another thing her parents hadn’t taught her to do while she was here.

Peter chuckled, “There’s no need to be embarrassed, Lady (Y/N). We’ll teach you everything we know before the meeting takes place.”

She gave a small relieving smile and stated warmly, “Thank you, Peter. Also, call me (Y/N); it makes me feel better.”

*

Almost three hours had past in the dinning room and it was a night she surely couldn’t forget. Jokes were shared, stories were told, and they laughed until tears filled their eyes. (Y/N) felt at home.

Her stomach was still heavy from the enormous meals that were presented to her and the dessert was unbelievable. Peter, Susan and Lucy were still children, but they were so wise; each and every one of them.

Well, expect for the king Edmund who didn’t show up. That was no surprise.

(Y/N) held her bloated stomach that couldn’t handle the dress any longer. She stumbled through her chamber door and locked it after she entered.

As she moved her hand to press against head after her new headache, (Y/N) opened the lavatory door. Her eyes met with a comfortable looking night gown and a hot bath with soaps already prepared.

She sighed and removed her shoes, and not long after a small knock sounded at the door. Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) trudged towards the door, rubbing her sleep deprived eyes and twisted the doorknob.

In front of her stood King Edmund, and his hands were clutching a large wooden box.

(Y/N) looked furiously at him. “Leave me alone.”

“It’s for you,” he said unhesitatingly. “If you won’t take it, then I’ll give it to someone else.”

She rolled her eyes again and began to close the door before he stopped it with his foot. He looked at (Y/N) intently with his dark eyes, the freckles on his cheeks were illuminated in the moonlight. He appeared handsome, she noticed, but still nothing more.

“I apologise for what I did today,” he admitted. “I want you to take this as a gift from me and my siblings for being here.“

She looked at the polished box and exhaled tiredly. “Thank you. Now, hand it over.”

“I’ll put it down beside your bed.”

“No, I’ll take it.” She said sternly.

“Lady (Y/N), this is heavier than you think.”

She scoffed stubbornly. “I’m not a lady. I can handle it.”

He smiled sarcastically. “Fine.”

As soon as (Y/N) opened her arms, he shoved the box to her and soon she felt the heavyweight items in there.

(Y/N)’s hands gripped as hard as they could, not letting the box slip from her and her forearms as they were being marked by its corners.

“So,” he said in a tone of happiness. “I’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast.”

(Y/N) was about to yell in response before he disappeared around the corner.

She huffed a loose piece of hair from her face and banged the door shut with her foot.

“Arrogant. Stupid.” (Y/N) muttered under her breath as she stumbled to set the box down. Upon opening it, (Y/N) found set of polished chainmail, training gear and a brand new sword - the one the kind blacksmith had let her borrow. Was it now hers?

(Y/N)’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of voices outside of her door, arguing incessantly. It sounded like Peter…

The door suddenly burst open, basically scaring (Y/N) out of her skin, and there appeared Peter with an apologetic smile on his face. “I apologise wholeheartedly for my brother’s behaviour. You’re a guest and should be treated as such, and Edmund should make it up to you.”

(Y/N) looked at the High King’s brother lurking outside of her chamber door impatiently. His dark eyes looks directly into hers, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up when he observed the dress she wore.

“Oh, I forgot to tell the both of you,” Peter reminded himself out loud. “You two will be training together for the next couple of weeks until (Y/N)’s departure.”

“What?” (Y/N) and Edmund exclaimed simultaneously, looking at the High King who tried to hide his smile.

“Starting tomorrow,” he pointed out. “Goodnight (Y/N), Edmund.”

Peter rushed out the door, leaving (Y/N) and Edmund alone, furious. He rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb. “I don’t have time for this…”

The visitor scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You’re so-”

“What?” He interrupted, stepping inside the room with raised eyebrows. “I’m so what?”

“It’s only been a day and you already hate my guts.“ (Y/N) stated angrily. “It’s not like I burnt your training area to the ground.”

“You really think I care that much about my training area?” He asked.

“It sure seems like it,” She retorted.

King Edmund smiled, not a happy or genuine smile; one that seemed sarcastic and lacked emotion.

He took one step towards (Y/N) with his arms crossed over his chest. His features were lit by the moon once more.

“Never mind me. You’re from Doorn, you might have trouble understanding the concept of territory. I forgive you for using my workspace.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The girl growled defensively.

The king looked directly into her eyes. “You know exactly what I mean.”

“You’re crossing the line-”

“Line?” He inquired. “For a Doorn noble? The irony really is remarkable.”

Fuming, the girl reached for her sword on her dressing table and unsheathed it to direct it underneath the king’s chin. Although, he had a dagger already pointed threateningly against her waist.

(Y/N) felt her cheeks burn with fury and the heartbeat in her ears drowned all the sound. She was a couple of inches away from King Edmund’s face and she could see the wrath in his dark eyes.

He whispered so low, he gave the swords woman chills. “I would say you look better in your fighting gear, but wouldn’t that be offensive?”

Confusion struck (Y/N)’s face and thoughts. “What?”

His eyes flickered to the skirts of her dark blue gown and back to her eyes, his gaze unwavering. He leaned back and removed the dagger from (Y/N)’s side, leaving her in a position of leverage.

She removed the sword from his throat few moments later and sheathed it. The king walked towards the door with his hands folded behind his back with utmost humbleness; like the previous situation never occurred.

“Goodnight, Knight (Y/N).” He farewelled, leaving (Y/N) in surprise when he addressed her by her appropriate title. “We’ll be training hard tomorrow. And by we, I mean you.”

The Late Hour of Dawn (Part 1)

Originally posted by sherlockshamballa

Pairing: Bellamy X Reader

Word Count: 2000

Warnings: mentions of self doubt, bullying, and a canon characters suicide. Lots of dark mentions but they don’t make up most of the story

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3-


A thief by nature, its given you a bad reputation around the camp. To find some peace from always having to defend yourself you find the early hour of morning is the best time to do so. However the choice on place is outside of the camps perimeter, and Bellamy is surprisingly slow to fixing that.


You were at your best when you went unnoticed. On the Ark you’d never been good at the whole working together thing, more the slight of hand and run type. It earned a pretty bad reputation with everyone because, well, when you were caught the floors and walls and ceiling were filled with other people’s things. To be fair it was a collection that started generations ago, your parents and your father’s parents just as kleptic before them. But it was you who got caught, so it was only right that you took the fall. Given the excessive amount stolen and your reclusive nature it instigated you never wanted to earn anything and instead would steal at any time for any reason. The only sanctuary you could find from everyone’s judgement now was early in the morning, small bowl of fruits and nuts in your lap, staring off into the pale blue world.

Letting out a big yawn you caught someone’s attention, for the first time peeking a curious interest. Most would brush it off, too tired to investigate, but this person noticed it was outside of the compound, so they rounded to meet you.

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*Playing Lost Mines of phandelver, we finished a combat and are searching a ruined town for loot, I rolled a 20*

DM: “You knock over a bookshelf and see a hidden room. There is two dead bodies, a bunch of gold, and a donkey.”

Me (ooc): “A donkey and dead bodies… (DM name) is it perhaps a carnivorous donkey?”

DM: *rolls* “Not only is it a bloodthirsty and carnivorous donkey, but it is sentient”

Me (ooc): “What’s his opinion of us?”

DM: *rolls again* “It hates everything, but mostly you in particular.”

Me (ooc): I’ll pet him

trustthisdialect  asked:

Hey Marc, loving this season. I have to say you all should be so proud of the 100th episode, it was tv gold. Also that Oliver shoots Billy twist was amazing. I felt so bad for him and Felicity it brought me to tears. Sorry about all the irrational shipper stuff you keep getting. But I have to say I know you guys have a bunch of characters on your roster and actor contract issues but I absolutely loved Rory and wondered if there was any hope of seeing him again?

First, THANK YOU.  I really appreciate it.

Totally a chance of seeing Rory again.  We love the character and we love Joe.  We discussed bringing him back at the end of Season 5, but the story took us in another direction.  Still totally on the table for Season 6.

anonymous asked:

CAMP ROCK AU

It just isn’t Viktor Nikiforov’s day, it seems. Who knew his bandmates were such traitors, abandoning him to the cruel wastes of Yakov’s summer camp for wannabe singers? What did he ever do to deserve such heartless treatment? Just because he completely forgot his favour to Yakov…

He calls Yurio again. The blond picks up on the third ring. “We’re not coming back,” he snaps. 

“Oh, come on!” groans Viktor. Out on his left, the lake sparkles in the midday sun. Viktor barely spares the scenery a glance as his feet automatically take him along the dirt path behind one of the practice cabins. “Surely the joke’s gone on for long enough? I’ve learnt my lesson, Yurio. I showered in cold water and looked at a tree. It’s been three hours since you abandoned me, so can I please have my hair products back?”

He can hear Yurio’s smugness over the line. “Maybe it’s time to embrace the natural look,” the blond drawls. “Not like it’s going to make you look any uglier than you already are.”

You should appreciate the beauty of nature more!” chips in Georgi. “Go and have fun!”

Fun?” demands Viktor. He really shouldn’t show his anger. But it’s so very tempting to. “Guys –”

They hang up.

Viktor rounds the corner and is greeted with screaming. 

Fans. The History Makers have many fans, obviously, and he really should’ve expected that some attendees of Yakov’s summer camp for wannabe singers would be fans of his. And yet facing down an entire horde of screaming fans without the protection of his body guards sends a chill down Viktor’s spine.

So he bolts.

He rushes around the practice building, diving into the first set of bushes he can. Heart racing and breath gasping, he waits within the prickly branches and leaves (which are all, of course, getting into his hair) for the frantic footsteps of his fans to fade away. After the screaming dies down, all he hears is the sound of some bird flying overhead, and – 

I used to find my path alone, and never dreamt of reaching home, until I met you…”

Viktor pauses, craning his ear up towards the open window of the practice cabin. Someone is inside, playing the piano. A light, gentle voice – male? Tenor, probably, or a contralto. Their fingers fly over the keys in a lovely accompaniment to their voice. 

But suddenly the way is clear, and I can see my way from here, because I love you…”

Viktor’s heart beats faster in his chest. This mysterious singer’s voice is so sweet, so heartfelt. He has to know who they are. Maybe having to record the followup to hit single “Stay Close to Me” with the winner of the Final Jam won’t be so painful, now that he knows there’s at least one talented vocalist in this bunch. 

You’re the first one to the gold, the first I’ve wanted to hold. So please just stay by me…. and never go.” 

Viktor cranes to listen for the sound of his fans. There are none; only the sounds of the piano and this mystery person’s voice fill the air. Viktor’s heart almost feels like it’s going to burst. Gritting his teeth, he decides to try and see who the singer is.

But when he does get into the practice cabin, it’s empty. Viktor scowls, but then he suddenly gets an idea.

After all, if he finds and coaches this person to victory in the Final Jam, then he won’t have to worry about recording the next “Stay Close to Me” with that obnoxious Canadian singer.

anonymous asked:

What do you think Lapis meant by her 'I am lapis lazuli' statement? Since there are other lapis gems. I took it as a kind of like when the lone cop says "I AM the police force!" Or maybe she is the oldest? What is your take?

I’ve always taken at as extremely suspicious that so far we have actually only ever heard Lapis refer to specifically herself singularly when a comparable character- Jasper, who is explicitly an exceptional and unusual Jasper- in Crack The Whip talks about her gem caste collectively. In fact, with I think the sole exception of Peridot in Barn Mates and YD in That Will Be All, Lapis has only been mentioned singularly by others as well.

We were also pretty clearly supposed to take something meaningful from that statement considering a couple of things:

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Juliet, My love. {bughead}

Prompt by anon: hi again, i saw this idea somewhere reposted on insta but “jughead is really tired working in the blue and gold and falls asleep. whiles he’s alder she goes on his laptop to read his novel. she tumbles across a folder called "juliet” and sees a bunch of poems and letters to her in the future and short stories. she then realises how much he loves her and even more now that they’ve been together" 

A/N: Sorry  this took so long! I had a bit of a hard time writing this, but hopefully I executed it well! I felt this was best as a short story. 


2:37 am

Betty gazed at the dusty clock within the walls of her newsroom, keeping her eyes focused on the writing piece in front of her.

Across from her, soft snores escaped from her boyfriend’s lips, his laptop illuminating his face. A mischievous smile appeared on Betty’s face, knowing that this was her chance to see Jughead’s work.

Betty was only privy to his pieces for the Blue & Gold, and Jughead made this especially known to her. Although he wanted to, he refused to reveal any of his free writing to her. Jughead wanted the first time anyone saw his writing, to be on a bestsellers’ bookshelf.

“Now’s the time”, Betty thought, sitting next to her boyfriend, carefully obtaining his property.

The laptop was now in her possession, and she couldn’t handle the anticipation she was feeling. She searched his laptop fully, not being able to find the incomplete novel.

Although she couldn’t find the murder mystery, she still found something equally as interesting. A folder entitled, “Juliet, My Love”

Betty began to blush as she read the words on the screen, “The bottle that is my emotional affairs is coming undone. Her smile, her touch, and her words have morphed me into the lovey-dovey cliché that I’ve always despised." 

Her eyes scanned the screen as she read on, learning the innermost thoughts of her boyfriend. She glanced at her boyfriend once more to make sure he was asleep. 

Keyboard clicks, and the sound Jughead’s breathing filled the room. Betty was consumed by the letters, poems, and short stories all written for her. She was so consumed in reading Jughead’s work, she never realized how he would feel about her reading his personal writing. Betty closed the files she had opened, carefully placing Jughead’s laptop to it’s initial position. 

Jughead began stirring, Betty began stroking his hair. He rubbed his eyes, waking up. 

“What are you doing, Juliet?” Jughead asked, drowsily. 

“Nothing, my love.”