On a cloudy, windy day which could turn into rain in any moment, Fujiwara no Mokou was taking a peaceful stroll. A stroll that had lasted for around 4 days now. The immortal was taking a short vacation, not because she was stressed or anything, but rather, on a whim. As a girl with literally all the time in the world, she sometimes decides “I want to get lost for a few days” and so she does. Even though she has been in Gensokyo for several centuries now, she doesn’t really know all the places, being the recluse she is, so sometimes she does this to expand her horizons.
But this stroll was different. These weren’t the gorgeous plains. This wasn’t a marvelous lake. The genuine visage of Hell was in front of her. And in front of these gates, a lone figure stood. A scantily clad centurion, possibly the gatekeeper of this Hell in front of her.
“Well, she sure looks troublesome. Maybe if I’m just very subtle and turn around back now…”
Lady Sabitha of House Vypren, proved redoubtable for her courage and notorious for her lack of mercy. According to Mushroom, she was a “sharp-featured, sharp-tongued harridan of House Vypren, who would sooner ride than dance, wore mail instead of silk, and was fond of killing men and kissing women.” (requested by ninthbrightshiner)
☁┋"Well… This is awkward…“ Ryou was no expert on time travel, and such things, but he was entirely sure that he wasn’t at the office, and shouldn’t be seeing the other male. "Mind telling me what year it is?”
It’s a damn club, after all, and they’d done nothing but accomplish some (admittedly very fun) people-watch so far – time to jump in. The music isn’t to his taste and he’s not quite sure what language it’s in, but after a few drinks anything sounds good, and even this junk is something Diogo can dance to. Whether or not the same can be said for Kyle is beyond his knowledge. The man deserves the benefit of the doubt, if nothing else, and a sporting chance at an activity Diogo clearly thinks he’s better at, judging by the smug half-smile cocked precariously on his lips. Alcohol is a bitch. “Unless you’d rather not.”
The oven beeped, signaling that it was done. Phew. It was getting far too close to the time that you expected Dean back. Sliding on some oven mitts, you gently pulled it out.
It had taken way too many tries to perfect this. And in secret too. You had done well this time. It looked delicious, straight out of a magazine. One couldn’t go wrong with apple pie. At least you hoped not… Baking wasn’t exactly your area of expertise as it were, but you were determined to do your best for him.
As if on cue, you heard the door swing open.
You rushed to greet him, making sure he didn’t see his surprise just yet. You pressed your lips to his, surprising him, as he held up his hands as if in surrender. You pulled back, grinning and flushed.
“What’s this?” He asked with an easy laugh, his arms encircling you and pulling you against his strong body. “Glad to see my girl in a good mood.”
“Only now that you’re here with me,” You said dramatically, fluttering your eyelashes at him in a joking manner. You had never really been that couple.
“Is that-?” His eyes lit up in the way that only his favorite dessert caused.
“Maybe.” You teased, “Don’t come in yet. I have to make some finishing touches.”
“If you say so.”
You rushed back in the tiny kitchen, whipping out a pack of birthday candles. You arranged them accordingly and lit them.
“Okay! It’s all ready.” You said with a smile. “Happy birthday babe.”
He came to join you, his expression freezing in what you presumed to be surprise. Only that it held for way longer than you’d expected. A sudden dropping feeling plummeted your stomach to the floor.
“Fuck. It’s the wrong day, isn’t it?” You felt your face heat immediately in a shock of embarrassment.
“No.. it’s right. It’s just no one has ever really.. I don’t know Y/N. It’s just I’ve never had anyone do this for me is all.” He quickly tried to amend the situation upon seeing your face fall.
“Oh..” You managed, still unsure whether he was happy or not. Had you done something wrong?
You gasped softly as pulled you into his arms, crushing his lips against yours with more force and passion than ever. You kissed him back with equal skill, forcing your lips to stop smiling. Alright. So you hadn’t messed up.
He pulled away, giving you that smile. It was that one you loved most, the one that lit his eyes and crinkled them in a way that was uniquely Dean Winchester.
“Well, go ahead.” You said with a light hearted laugh, gesturing towards the pie.
It was then he blew out the candles.
“What did you wish for?” You asked curiously, cutting slices for the both of you after removing the candles.
“I can’t tell you.” He smirked.
“Fine then. I’m sure I could guess anyways.” You quipped back, not surprised that he wouldn’t tell you. It was probably something dirty, knowing him.
You watched with bated breath as he took the first bite. He seemed to know this too, as he purposely took as much time as possible, making you wait. This too was unsurprising.
“S’alright.” He said through the food in his mouth, giving a thumbs up.
“Awh. I was hoping for more than alright.” You confessed.
“You’re the first woman to make food for me in.. Well, a long time. Just that this was made by you makes it amazing in my eyes.” He joined your hand on the table with his own, giving yours a gentle squeeze.
Your heart fluttered in your chest in response, and you felt your cheeks flush once more. You hadn’t fully realized the sentiment of doing this for him until now, and that only made it more special.
“I’ll have to make things for you more often for you then.” You smiled, rubbing his hand lightly with your thumb.
“Hell, I won’t complain.” He said with a laugh. “How did I ever get so lucky to end up with you?”
You grinned, “I’ll definitely make things for you if you get all sweet and mushy like this after.”
It was uncommon for him to say things like that to you, not that he didn’t care about you, he just wasn’t a very outwardly affectionate guy more often than not. It meant a lot when he was. Soon after, the two of you had finished and you were placing the dishes in the sink.
“Y/N?” Two very solid arms wrapped themselves around your waist from behind.
“Mhm?” You leaned back into him, enjoying the feeling of his body against you.
“There’s something else I want.” He purred into your ear, placing lazy kisses on your neck.
“Oh? What’s that?” A tiny smile pulled at your lips.
“You.” His huge hands now moved to slowly grope at your front, making you near melt on the spot.
You spun around to face him, and in doing so, you were able to see the hungry, predatory way he looked at you. It totally didn’t help matters when he licked his lips. You could feel your thighs growing tense already, damn him. He was too hot. It wasn’t fair.
“What do you say, babe? Can I take you to bed?” He whispered silkily, pressing his forehead to yours and granting your lips the sweetest of kisses.
You silently wondered if anyone would be able to refuse this.
As soon as you breathed your permission, you were up easily swept up in his arms and on your way to the bedroom. Once there, you both shed your clothes as quickly as you could, meeting one another on the bed in a jumble of arms, legs, and heated kisses.
You were still taken aback, every time you saw his perfectly muscular form like this. He pulled back, admiring you in the same way you were admiring his physique. You grew impatient under his gaze, wrapping your leg around his back and pulling him down to kiss you again.
You could feel him trying not to laugh into the kiss, which in turn made you start to giggle. This was not at all conducive to kissing, so you had to break it, the two of you giggling at each other like teenagers. Your whole body was flushed with heat now. Most of the times you saw him totally stress-free like this was in the bedroom. His smile was a beautiful one, along with his laugh, your Dean.
You grew calmer, looking at him. You reached a hand up to caress the stubble on his face. In turn, he leaned his face into your touch, kissing at your wrist softly.He had positioned his knee in between your legs, lowering his face to reverently lick and suck the space between your breasts. You writhed against the sheets, arching your back up off the mattress, breath hitching. You could see the way his own body shuddered as well, muscles taut. And you could feel the extent of his want for you pressed against your abdomen.
“Dean…” You half moaned, half-growled, his mouth searing your skin deliciously.
“Mhm?” He kept his mouth on you, biting and lapping at the sensitive skin of your breasts.
Rather than answer him verbally, you rolled your hips up against him, in a way you knew that he couldn’t refuse.
“Fuck.. Just when I was starting to have fun.” He teased you, his eyes possessing the same smouldering heat that you felt. “But if you insist.”
Without hesitation, he buried himself in you to the hilt. In response, you now wrapped both of your legs around his waist. The way his abdominal muscles twitched with each thrust was sinfully wonderful to watch. It ached a little, being stretched like this. However, the pleasure far outweighed the pain you felt. And he must’ve known this. Carnal moans fell from your swollen well-kissed mouth, overwhelmed in the best possible way. Your fingers dug into his athletic shoulders, sure to be leaving marks on his even tan skin.
He cursed, his own breath coming in ragged pants now. Each thrust was slow and fulfilling. He was taking his time with you, even if it was difficult for him to not pound into you with reckless abandon. These slow thrusts were heavenly for a while, but now you wanted more.
“H-harder, please!” You stuttered out, trying to match his thrusts with the movement of your own hips.
All he needed was the word.
It was now he really fucked you, desperately leaving you and then slamming himself back in at an irregular pace. His deep throaty groans sent flames straight to your aching core, driving you insane with pleasure. He had never been hotter. His whole body shimmered magnificently, covered in a sheen of sweat.
Your world fell apart as he hit justtheright spot. You finished with his name on your lips, locking eyes with him. Watching you was what got him too, as he came with a bout of swearing and you felt the subsequent warmth flood inside of you.
He pulled out and pulled you tight in his arms. The both of you were hot and sticky with sweat (among other things) but that didn’t matter. He brushed your hair from your forehead lovingly, his eyes full of unadulterated adoration.
Hopefully this was the first of many good birthdays to come.
On some of Melissa’s low days, Fred usually doesn’t need much convincing to let her stay at least an hour after closing time. He’ll act like it’s something he really shouldn’t do, but doing what he shouldn’t was always a thing of his anyway. Of course, by then she’s usually so drunk that he has to escort her home.
☠: Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.
Fred stared at the blood pooling at his feet, then at the offending knife, a horrified expression on his face. He couldn’t remember ever drawing it on her. Normally he’d at least try to laugh beforehand, but he really didn’t expect for this to happen. As the tears threatened to fall, he nudged her corpse. “Flint…just get up, yeah? It’s all a joke, right?”
There was no response.
“Melissa, I…I’m sorry.”
☂: It’s pouring down and your muse forgot their umbrella, will my muse offer up theirs?
He watched her for a moment, wondering why she didn’t just use some spell to repel the rain until she found an umbrella, then noticed the look on her face. Honestly worried, he quickly dry her off with a Hot Air Charm, then hand over his umbrella. When she asked why he did that, he simply shrugged it off with a cheeky grin.
“My hair looks good even when wet, you see.”
♒: Our muses are at the beach together, by accident or not, and yours was a bit too close to the waves- will my muse laugh or perhaps be helpful?
It was another of their random meetings.
While Fred was perfectly fine just watching the waves, especially since he knew his skin would just burn easier, Melissa stood next to him. He was listening to her up until she got hit by the waves, and then he started laughing. It took a few minutes for him to stop long enough to help her dry off.
◊: Your muse comes to mine, crying, how does my muse react?
Fred handed Melissa a handkerchief and pat her on the shoulder. Though he was still hesitant to touch her, he guided her to a seat. “Wanna talk about it?”
An alarm clock rang, signaling it was the beginning of another day. From then on until work, she proceeded with the exact same schedule she always held. Hygiene, getting dressed, and then finally eating something on the way out. It was nothing too usual for her, and the only thing that really deviated was the jobs she got tasked with. She wasn’t much of a coffee drinker either, but this morning she had found a cup of it in hand anyways as she entered the office. She almost had missed Tseng as she breezed in, pausing briefly to acknowledge him. “Tseng…morning.”
(I wasn’t sure whether to do Turk!Shadow, SOLDIER!Shadow, or what. So I made it sort of ambiguous?)
Because I love questions like this: If there were three places in the world you could go, where would they be and why? (I could ask these questions all day)
I love questions like this, too. Asking and answering.
That said, I probably don’t have a very interesting response to this one.
New York. There’s just something about the idea of traveling to New York that appeals to me.
Canada. I’m not sure if a reason needs to be provided. It’s Canada.
I would like to visit various places in the United Kingdom, but I suppose that’s cheating, considering it’s the same as saying that I’d like to visit another such country of countries. To narrow it down, I’d have to say that, just like the majority of the tumblr population, I’d like to travel to London at some point. I can’t tell you exactly why, only that I’m interested.
If you’re not too busy, would you mind if I directed the question back to you?
i got sent this from like 5 other people and i still took 12 years to do this so much apologies for taking so long omg
Who cried when they brought their child home for the first time: they both cried but zuko cried most
Who would wake up in the middle of the night to check on the kid(s): i can see zuko becoming the mollycoddling sort of parent bc of his own childhood, and the fact he never felt loved by his own father. so he’s a huge dorky worry-wart and at first it annoys the kids but once they’re old enough katara tells them why he acts this way and they love him even more <33
Who changes the kid(s) diapers : both (tho katara had to teach zuko how to. it was a dark day for sokka and suki, who’s kid was the one they were practicing on)
Who makes the bottles: both
Who stays up late at night to rock the kid(s) to sleep and sing them lullabys: katara. she would sing old water tribe lullabies, and zuko would stay up also to listen to them from the doorway because he loves her singing voice
Who is guilty of spoiling the kid(s): zuko (especially towards their lil girl)
Who would give the kid(s) cookies in the middle of the night: katara
Who always takes the kid(s) side: their daughter is a total daddy’s girl and their son is a momma’s boy, so arguments can get civil war-ish very quickly
Who would wake up early to make breakfast for the kid(s) before school: zuko, since he has an easier time getting up early (as oppose to katara, who’s a night owl)
Who gets the kid(s) ready for school in the morning: katara
Who takes the kid(s) to school: it depends, but it’s usually katara since zuko gets wrapped up in his Important Fire Lord Business
Prompt: Oliver visits Felicity's apartment while wearing his arrow suit with complete gear without her knowing (and you can get creative from there) :))
I apologize for taking so long to do this but I haven’t had any motivation or energy to write. so here goes nothing…
It was just before midnight when Oliver descended the fire escape alongside Felicity’s building in full Arrow gear after a night of some head clearing and patrolling. The girl had a long, stressful day and Oliver felt like a jackass not being there for her.
He was perched outside the window that showed into her living room. He wasn’t expecting to see Felicity awake but there she was, sitting cross legged on her couch, a bowl or popcorn settled in between. Her hair fell over her shoulders in loose, almost bed head like curls. Her glasses were in their rightful place. She wore an oversized Harvard sweatshirt (that looked like one Oliver once owned) and a pair of plaid pajama pants. He couldn’t get over how adorable she looked.
Oliver wanted to do nothing but sit and watch her all night but he knew he needed to show up as Oliver Queen and comfort his best friend.
Less than 20 minutes later he was knocking on Felicity’s door, dressed in normal clothes and a bag hanging from his fingers.
It took awhile for her to answer. Oliver wondered if she managed to fall asleep in that short time he was away. Then he heard the sound of a chain and locks being turned. The door opened a crack and Felicity appeared in the space.
“Oliver? What are you doing here? How did you know I was… Wait, never mind. Come in, I guess?”
She pushed the door open some more and let Oliver pass.
“I was out patrolling when I realized I didn’t even get the chance to talk to you about today.”
“How do you know about that?”
“Ray called me. Told me everything.”
Felicity dropped her head into her hands and sighed.
“Just once I would like people to keep things to themselves.”
“I brought you that overdue bottle of red wine and a strawberry cheesecake from that bakery a couple blocks down..”
Felicity’s head snapped up.
“Okay. Ray’s forgiven. Let’s move this until the living room?”
Oliver removed his jacket and shoes then followed Felicity into the house.
“There may also be a pint of mint chip ice cream in there as well. I wasn’t sure how this ranked on the ‘bad day scale’ so I thought it was best to be over prepared then under..”
Felicity took the bag from Oliver and removed the ice cream.
“I’ll put this away for later and grab us some glasses. Sit down, make yourself at home. If you can find something better on, feel free to change it.”
Oliver turned to the tv to see a BigFoot documentary on the screen.
“Never pegged you for a BigFoot believer!” He called out.
“It’s something I don’t admit to publicly. It’s a guilty pleasure.” She responded, walking back into the living room. “You didn’t open up the cheesecake?! I came ready with wine glasses and forks! Why isn’t that bad boy opened?!”
Oliver couldn’t help but laugh.
“You very well know that if I opened that, you would’ve yelled at me for doing so without you here to take the first bite.”
“This is true.” Felicity sat the glasses on the table and Oliver didn’t hesitate to lean over to pour them each a glass. Felicity tore open the cheesecake box and stuck her fork into the huge slice. “My god. Oliver, you’re officially the best person ever.”
“Officially? Did I have competition?” He asked as his glass was almost to his lips.
“Of course not. I just wanted to make sure you knew. You’ve always been the best person ever.”
“Mhmm.” He replied as he was sipping his wine. He put the glass on the table and picked up the fork Felicity had got for him. “So are you gonna tell me what happened today?”
“Honestly? I don’t want to talk about it right now. I just want to enjoy this insane dessert you brought me and watch some ridiculous TV.”
“Okay. I’ll respect that.”
After a couple more bites of cheesecake, Oliver cleaned up their mess and transferred the rest of into Felicity’s refrigerator.
He came back to see Felicity asleep on the couch. Oliver smiled to himself.
He walked over to her and gently picked her up, carrying her bridal style to her bedroom. He laid her in the bed and gently removed her glasses, then placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
Before he could walk away, tiny fingers wrapped around his arm.
“Stay with me. Please?” Oliver sighed but moved to the other side of the bed and climbed in. Felicity didn’t hesitate to move closer and Oliver didn’t hesitate to wrap his arm around her. “It was bad Oliver. Today was real bad.”
Send me ‘☯ + a scene from my characters canon’ and I will drabble it from my character’s POV.
Grief was thick in the air.
Even the sky seemed to be grieving. Clouds hung thick in the sky, grey and ominous, miserable, as though the sky was ready to cry for the loss of someone who was gone far too soon.
Somehow, it really hadn’t sunken in that he was gone for Honey. There was a part of here that expected him to appear with a crooked smile on his face, adjusting his hat sheepishly and apologizing for taking so long to come back. Still daring to hope, she lifted her head and stared at the doors of the church, her fingers curling into fists, nails digging into her palms painfully.
Gogo’s voice was quieter than usual, and Honey’s heart sunk in her chest as she turned to stare at the hearse that pulled up, carrying a black coffin in the back. In the window, she could see flowers spelling out his name, and her hand shot out to grip Gogo’s, squeezing it to fight back her tears. Gogo squeezed back, just as tightly.
Wasabi and Fred moved to join the other pallbearers, and Honey looked away, spotting Cass and Hiro getting out of the car. Cass’s eyes were red, and her hand seemed to be constantly touching Hiro’s shoulder, and Hiro.. oh Hiro. He looked broken.
“Good a-afternoon there.” Tsumiki greeted the red headed girl with a soft smile as she quickly made her way over, “I’m Tsumiki Mikan and I help o-out down here as the assistant nurse. It’s certainly a-a pleasure to be able to meet you. Now, is there s-something that I can help you with? Are you not feeling well? Or perhaps you have an i-injury that needs seeing to?”
“Ah, unless y-you’re here for another reason?” she asked after a moment, wondering if a teacher might have sent the girl down for her or the nurse.
((my apologies for taking so long on this. between being sick and other things may has been a rough month for me urk))
So it’s ALMOST JUNE! that time of the year when I start recycling lame dead memes to announce the beginning of National November Only It’s The Summer Session Manga Month! Which we still refer to as NaNoMangO because NaNoOnItSumSeMangO is kind of a mouthful to say in one breath or type yanno.
I’m just gonna try and keep things simple for the warmup so here you go. These are questions you can reblog and answer, submit, post in your own blog, write or draw answers however you want to do it!
Your Mango Style?
First time doing NaNoMango?
What’s the one image/sentence that sums up your story pretty well?
And of course if you want to add to this feel free to do so! Good luck guys see you at the beginning of June!
Photographer: Ribbit from https://www.facebook.com/ribbitsplace?fref=ts
uhhhh im guessing you are putting this up for review? i dont know why else you would have submitted your costume. but alright! let’s get cracking!
first of all, an apology for taking so darn long. life’s a trip! always gotta keep doing your best. but anyway,
honestly, i have a total of 4 sugestions about your costume, 3 of which are all related.
i feel like the colors on your costume are the only issue– the boots, jacket and tie. that’s it! i feel like if you made your tie a little more coppery orange, that’d be great. otherwise, you have the symbol on great, and the squared off bottom on the tie! the jacket is constructed incredibly well. i can tell you’re a very experienced cosplayer! but, once again, with color– i’m not sure if it’s just the lighting, but the jacket looks black?? kirigiri’s jacket is purple! here’s another pic–
its a very dark purple, so i guess it can be seen as black? but most people go with a purple. i like purple better, personally? and then the boots are purple as well, but that’s not as big of an issue.
otherwise, i just noticed the studs on your gloves are a little big?? i guess it’s not huge, but like. seeing as you’re a fantastic cosplayer, i feel like i can stress the small stuff.
they seem to be about the size of fingernails. three rows of four? the reference i included in the photo part has a good shot of it. i think joann’s sells smaller studs, idk if you’re US based or not…
oh, and like. one more detail. the symbol on her tie is on the corner of her shirt at the bottom on the left!
thats about it! otherwise you look fantastic! you’re very professional looking, and your sewing is on point! your wig also looks wonderful, and i appreciate your make up skills! super super good.