basically all of the pairings i guess

anonymous asked:

I’m the anon who requested the rainy day kisses and you totally delivered the goods. :D Thank you!! I hope it’s okay that I send in another request because I really enjoy your scenarios. ^^ For the chocobros: post-game happy AU where everyone has a family and the bro has a heart-to-heart with their teenaged kid (for this request: a daughter for Gladio & Iggy, son for Prompto & Noct) who asked the bro about the moment they knew their s/o was ‘the one’. Thanks!

NOCTIS

Noctis walked into the training arena, watching his son warping from one end of the room to the other. He stood by the doorway, watching as Ferox panted, dropping his dagger to the ground with his hands on his knees.

“Giving up already?” Noctis called, and Ferox rose to his full height. At thirteen, he was almost as tall as his dad, stretching his back and allowing it to crack loudly before loosening up his shoulders.

“Mom said I should take combat training more seriously.”

Noctis snorted. “Sounds like something she would say.”

Ferox tried warping a few more times under his father’s supervision, but eventually gave up, collapsing in a heap on the ground with his arms and legs splayed out like a drunken starfish.

“This is too hard,” Ferox groaned, pinching his eyes shut. “I don’t get why she’s being so strict with me about this warping thing.”

Noctis came to sit down beside his son, nudging him until he sat upright. “Your mother has been through a lot in her past. She’s lost a lot of people, had to make sacrifices to save others. Warping is something that only those tied to the King’s magic can do. She knows that mastering it will keep you safe in the long run, so trust her on that.”

Ferox leaned his elbow on his knee, propping his chin up with his fist. “Is that how you met?” he asked.

Noctis shoved him lightly with his shoulder. “Maybe.” He sighed, remembering the day. “We’d met on the road one day. Magitek troopers had invaded the outpost we were visiting, and me and the guys decided to try and fight them off. But we were tired, careless. It had been a really long day. But then your mother came swooped in and basically took them all down single-handedly.”

Ferox’s mouth gaped. “Woah.”

Noctis nodded. “Yep. I knew then and there, as the dust settled, that I was in love with her.” He patted his son’s knee. “Enough resting. Wanna try again?”

“I guess I should,” Ferox conceded, rising to his feet. “Do you think Mom’ll spar with me if I ask her?”

“Hey,” Noctis teased, grabbing a pair of wooden swords from a bin. “You too good to spar with your old man?”

“You just said Mom was a better fighter,” Ferox countered, and yelped as Noctis took a playful whack at his shin.


PROMPTO

Solis was lounging on the couch, flipping through old photo albums. He had found one that was labelled with pictures from a little over twenty years ago. He blew his unruly blond hair, a feature he’d gotten from his father, out of his eyes as he opened the pages and scanned over the images.

The photos in the album were varied. Some were of scenery, some were taken during combat (Why, Dad. That’s definitely not a smart thing to do), and there were quite a few selfies that made Solis chuckle.

“Whatcha laughin’ at?” His father’s voice made him jump as Prompto sauntered into the room and plopped down next to his son.

“Just looking at old photos,” Solis shrugged, flipping to another page. “Oh, hey, look…it’s Mom.”

Solis saw his dad’s face soften as he looked at the photo of the two of you. It was one that Prompto hadn’t taken himself—it was a candid shot Noctis had snapped of you at the Vesperpool by the water. It was right around the time you’d met, and you were standing too close together to be just friends. Prompto thought back to that moment, and chuckled to himself.

“Whatcha laughin’ at?” Solis mimicked, causing Prompto to burst into a fit of giggles. Even at sixteen, Solis was the spitting image of his father. Same hair colour, same lanky build. But he had your eyes and your smile, which were Prompto’s favourite features.

“Just thinking about the moment I knew I wanted to marry your mom.”

Solis scrunched up his nose. “Dad, I don’t know if I want to hear that story.”

“Guess who’s gonna hear it anyway?” Prompto tousled Solis’ hair, much to his chagrin.

“Dad! I’m not five anymore!” he whined, but settled into the couch to listen to his father’s story. “Go on.”

“Your mom suggested one morning that we go take photos of the catoblepas,” Prompto pointed to a different photo, one that illustrated the creature. “She insisted on getting up close and personal with them. She figured it’d be better for the picture. So I’m set up with my tripod and my camera about five or six feet away, and she’s holding these mushrooms to get them to come closer.”

Prompto mimed the set up with his hands, and Solis nodded along the way.

“I was ready to take the shot, and she was posing, looking all cute. But then the catoblepas got so close. I yelled to warn her, but when she turned, she reached out her hand and pet the damn thing. And it actually nuzzled into her palm. Can you believe it?” Prompto sighed, a dreamy look in his eyes. “A legendary creature, yielding to your mother. What a lady.”

Solis turned the page of the album and found the photo of you cozying up to the catoblepas. “One thing’s for sure,” he decided. “You’re both nuts.” He paused. “But I’m glad you found each other.”


GLADIO

Gladio knocked on Acacia’s door. Having a teenage daughter was not easy, and having a teenage daughter in full mood swings was enough to want to make Gladio pull his hair out. It reminded him of Iris when she was younger.

A muffled voice rang out. “Come in.”

Gladio opened the door to his raven-haired daughter lying face down on her bed, not even attempting to greet her father as he took a seat by her desk.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on?”

Acacia peeked an eye at him. “Nothing.”

Gladio folded his arms over his chest. “Didn’t sound like nothing according to Mom.”

Acacia sat up, apparently triggered by whatever Gladio had said, irritation clear as day on her features. “She’s just so over protective!” she huffed, hands balling into fists. “I just wanted to go away for the weekend, and she won’t let me because she said she doesn’t know who else is going.”

Gladio raised an eyebrow. “Seems like a decent enough reason to say no to me.”

Acacia groaned. “Not you too.”

He smirked at her, shaking his head. “Do you know the moment I realized your mom was the one?”

She blinked slowly. “I don’t see how this is relevant to what’s happening right now.”

Gladio continued. “When I was on the road with the guys, I met her. She was definitely too good for me. Way too smart, way too pretty. And for some reason, she gave me the time of day. After what happened in Lestallum and we lost Jared, she offered to stay and take care of Iris and Talcott until we got back.”

Acacia looked at her father expectantly.

“I knew then, when she decided to put her whole life on hold to make sure that my family stayed safe, the last remaining family I had, that she was it. She cared so much about these people that she barely knew, took them in like they were her own and kept them safe while the world fell apart around them. And now she’s trying to do that for you. She lost a lot of people in the ten years of darkness, sweetheart. Try and understand that she’s being protective of you because she doesn’t want to lose you, too.”

Acacia let out a sigh, slumping her shoulders. “I guess I owe Mom and apology.”

“Guess you do.”

She nodded and rose to her feet, slowly making her way to the door.

“If you want to go camping,” Gladio offered. “I’d be more than happy to take you.”

“Thanks Dad, but no,” Acacia replied, stepping into the hallway. “I’ve got better things to do.”

Gladio rolled his eyes. Yeah, he thought to himself. Just like Iris.


IGNIS

It wasn’t often that Ignis and his daughter got to spend a great deal of time together because of his duties at the palace and her school schedule, but he relished the moments they did get to share. They often cooked together, concocting new recipes side by side.

“How come Mom doesn’t cook?” Aurora asked, popping a cherry tomato into her mouth. “Is it because she can’t?”

“She’s not extraordinarily proficient, but she gets by,” Ignis stated, and Aurora marvelled at how skilled her father was with a knife even though he was blind. “Actually, it was our first evening in together when she decided to cook for me that I realized how much I loved her.”

“Aw! Dad!” Aurora gushed. “Tell me! I love these stories.”

Ignis chuckled and kept at the chopping.

“She’d planned this whole dinner for the two of us. She knew that I enjoyed the culinary arts, and wanted to give it a go herself. I told her that it wasn’t necessary to go through all the effort, but she informed me that I’d cooked for her on multiple occasions, so it was only fair.”

Ignis smiled to himself at the memory.

“She ended up burning everything.”

Aurora couldn’t help but laugh. “Dad! Why are you smiling? That’s terrible!”

Ignis could still smell the ruined dinner, the smoke coming from the oven and the shrill sound of the fire alarm beeping in the kitchen. He remembered the sound of your laugh, the sound of you swatting a broom at the alarm to get it to shut off, as it was just out of reach.

“She took such care to ensure that everything was perfect, but in the end, the meal being ruined hadn’t phased her spirit,” Ignis continued. “She ended up pulling out two servings of Cup Noodles, and we ate them together by candlelight.”

Aurora leaned her head against her father’s shoulder. “Dad, that’s so cute.”

“It was a special moment,” Ignis agreed. “I knew then that her resilience was something to be admired. I knew her before I was blind, as just a friend, and after I sustained my injury, she refused to leave my side. She’s always been more than I deserve, and she even gifted me with you.” Ignis reached out and wrapped an arm around Aurora’s shoulders, giving her a light squeeze.

“Love you, Dad,” she smiled, giving him a peck on the cheek.

Ignis went to go stir a pot on the stove. “There is one thing you have in common with that night, come to think of it,” a mischievous lilt to his tone.

Aurora glanced over at Ignis. “Hm? What’s that?”

“Technically speaking, you were an accident as well.”

For a blind man, he was quite skilled at dodging flying spatulas.

Okay, so I know I’m kinda like… betraying my OTP (some people would call me a turncoat shipping trash, I prefer the term ‘open-minded’ aha!) but like please imagine with me: 

Billy is rescued by a passing ship (because he lit up a fire and it worked like a miniature lighthouse and allowed the ship not to wreck on the side of Suprise Skeleton Island) and he decides to follow Flint’s traces to pursue his revenge. 

He follows the trail up to Savannah where he comes in time to hear about a young lady about to stand trial for murdering a wealthy suitor who got a little too insistent (maybe the son of the plantation owner?) His lady in distress senses tingling, he goes to the public trial and finds…

Miss Abigail Ashe. Totally unrepentant. Still bent on saying the uncomfortable truth and unveiling the monsters under the mask of civilization. 

Before Billy can even think about what he’s doing, he devises a plan to save her (he used the old ‘save Charles Vane’ plans) and they run away. 

Billy realizes he totally forgot to look for Flint a few days later. Abigail fills him in about how James McGraw came back and found Thomas and they went away but she refuses to tell him where they went. (Tiny Abigail refuses to tell anything even under the threat of being returned back where she came from by huge Billy Bones)

One night, Billy confesses that he sees no way beyond the hatred and the rage because he just can’t let regret get to him otherwise it would drag him down, down. He tells Abigail everything. All the bad things and he tells the entire truth. 

Abigail is of course horrified but she’s also brave so she tells him that, if Flint could go back to James McGraw and find his happy ending after everything he has done and all the damage he has caused, then William Manderley can come back and find a happy ending too. He just needs sympathy and compassion. 

So they keep traveling until they just can’t travel anymore and find the nearest town (probably not Nassau? Although maybe people don’t remember them here? idk) and they set up a school here. They teach children how to read, how to write etc etc. 

They still call each other Miss Ashe and Mr Manderley. 

Then someone makes a remark about how it’s not proper that they should live under the same roof (even if they sleep in different bedrooms except for the nights where Billy has nightmares and needs Abigail to hold him) without being married. 

So they get married. And half-way through the vows Billy realizes that, hey, maybe, just maybe, Abigail might be in love with him. Which is just as well because he’s head over heels for her. 

maychorian  asked:

Ooh, how about Hunk and Lance? Or Shiro and Lance? Or Coran and Allura? THANK YOU.

All wonderful pairs! So why not draw them all? :’)

Here we have Lance doing something stupid and using Hunk to hide from someone’s wrath (your guess as to who that might be lol), some Angst for the angst writer, and some younger Coran and Allura~ 

I hope you like them! :’D

Just Can’t Let Go

Originally posted by frozen-delight

This is for @impalaimagining Concert Challenge! I got the song Hate To Love You-Karmin, with pairing, Dean x Reader.

Characters: Y/n, Dean

Pairing: Dean x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)

Warnings: Angst, toxic relationship, kinda shitty reader, not really cheating but you could kinda consider it that I guess?? Just basically all angst. Sad Dean

Word count: 1229

Summary: Dean knows he should leave, knows he should let Y/n go. But the love he has drags him back, no matter the hurt Y/n puts him through.

A/N: Ok, so here’s a shitload of angst…sorry!! But I was gonna do a regular arguing fic, but then this popped into my head cos of the song and I was like ‘let’s go with it!’. Hope u like it!!!

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Dean never understood the whole love/hate thing.

It never made sense to him.

Sure, he fought with Sam constantly. And there were times when he wanted to beat the crap out of John.

But he never once hated them. Or hated himself for loving them.

He just couldn’t understand how you could hate loving someone. It just sounded like a stupid concept to him.

But you…you made him realize just how painful love could be.

You made him hate to love you.

And there was no way he’d be escaping you. Because you practically owned Dean’s heart…even if you never treated it the way it should.

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anonymous asked:

Crazyanime3 do you recommend servamp? Should I watch it? Yes, I am looking for your biased opinion lol please and thank you

HELL YES I RECOMMEND YOU WATCH IT AND I RECOMMEND THE MANGA TWICE AS MUCH TOO(it has a lot more to it tbh) It’s probably one of my most favorite vampire series! (I say this cause I starting reading “The Case Study of Vanitas” and I like that so far too)

Okay hold I am gonna end up writing a bit of an essay here. THANK YOU GOD IT’S THE WEEKEND LOL. (I want all the support for a season 2 after all)

I WILL TAKE THIS AS AN EXCUSE TO TALK ABOUT SERVAMP. WHEEE 

I will try my best to tell you a bit about the all character groups(its faster this way…) and what I like about them without spoiling too much since you are looking to possibly read or watch it. There are a lot of them. 

So Servamp has these 7 main deadly “Servamps”(and their “eves” who I will talk about in a sec), reason there are seven of them is because they are they are the seven deadly sins, plus the 8th Servamp who’s their youngest “brother” and he wants to kill them all and their eves. (try and guess who’s that one lol) What a lovely family pffffttt, they should really talk about their problems together….

They are called Servamps cause they are “servant vampires” to humans, their eves and basically just do whatever their eve says… well if you “use them correctly?”

and here’s their “birth order??”, more like “creation order” I guess you could say….

  1. Sleepy Ash of Sloth
  2. Old Child of Pride
  3. Doubt Doubt of Envy
  4. The Mother of Wrath
  5. Lawless of Greed
  6. World End of Gluttony 
  7. All of Love of Lust 

and the bonus sin, I mean sibling

8. Who is Coming of Melancholy (don’t forget him or you die, literally) 

and some things I love about them all as whole:

  • Despite their “physical appearances” they consider each other “younger” and “older” even though the “oldest” one, Kuro is like physically 18 but his psychotic youngest brother, Tsubaki is physically 21. This just amuses me. Basically “I was a vampire longer than you so technically I am much much older than you” by like a century or so. I dunno. 
  • They don’t constantly thirst for blood, cause they can eat human food too. Some even prefer it. Blood is more like a “power up” for them when they fight with their eve.
  • They consider each family, even though they don’t all get along necessarily. (like legit say “big brother” and “baby brother” omg) 
  • You know how in old fashioned vampire stories, vampires can turn into bats? In Servamp they all have DIFFERENT animal forms and they are all pretty cute too. One of the Servamps is a bat actually, but that’s cause he is old fashioned. We got a cat, snake, wolf, hedgehog, pig, butterfly and a fox.  I guess, it’s kinda what also lures you into making a contract with them…hehe)
  • There’s only 1 female BUT SHE ISN’T LUST. She’s Wrath and SHE’S COOL AND NOT USED FOR FAN SERVICE AT ALL. Also the sin of Lust is a guy named Snow Lily and he’s actually a really sweet guy. (he might make you cry if you read volume 4, cause I did ;__;)  
  • mixed personalities. ALL OF THEM, some get along some others not so much. Some may try to fight the other… 
  • Will die for their eve. 

okay there’s a lot I could say about them but I am trying so hard to be VAGUE. AHHH

and we have our main human characters the Servamps “eves” or masters 

There are only of a few of them though cause not all the Servamp have one(or not revealed yet) if you watch or read Servamp you’d know why some don’t currently have one. 

  • Like the sevamps all have mixed personalities and they all have different viewpoints/opinions about vampires.
  • two of them are related, try and guess which two, I dare you.
  • Almost all the eves are basically their servamps polar opposite. It’s amazing how some pairs manage to work together. (For example Sloth Pair, is duo of a hardworking guy who wants to save everyone, and then there’s his Servamp of Sloth who could maybe care less…or does he? :0)
  • One of them is a TOTAL MOM friend. They even call him “mom” in a drama CD. ITS CANON.
  • They are not all the same age, but some close in age. They are 14, 15, 16, 18 AND THEN 23. Yeah, try and pin an age to each haha, You might’ve never guessed for some)
  • One is a famous.
  • they all get weapons and abilities from the Servamp contracts. They are all pretty and unique, and strange even.
  • all have a different kind of relationship with their Servamp, you will love them all tbh.

danggit the last pic is so tiny whhaaa. 

and last major group of characters I am gonna talk about is the subclass vampires. These are the more lower level vampires created by Servamps. Subclass are originally humans who the Servamps saved. A dying human drinks Servamp blood and becomes a vampire and follows the Servamp(and eve) around basically and does what they say. “Extra servants”, I suppose? But some of the Servamps considered their subclass, “friends” or “FAMILY” ahhh it makes me cry. ;w;

I would make points about the subclass too but there are A LOT OF THEM and they are more diverse, And the “Melancholy Team” in the first image is pretty much the main subclass group who see since they work with the “big bad” of the series. 

SO YEAH. PLENTY OF REASONS TO WATCH SERVAMP. But a few things about the anime adaption:

  • They cut out quite a bit of the “lesser” characters in the anime, so some characters you will only get see in the manga, or only a little a bit of in the anime and WAY MORE in the manga. But the anime also doesn’t reach a certain point for us to see some characters. (there’s a chance for S2 though so maybe we will??)

some examples:

  • We don’t get to see everyone’s character developments. Some only seen or learned more about in the manga. Or the some of the development between characters is kinda done differently in the anime version. 
  • Animes always do this, but they do cut out some dialogue, scenes, AND ONE ENTIRE ARC and some things do happen earlier than they are supposed too. 
  • They leave out some funny parts of it too, which is boo…. :p
  • The anime’s ending is a little…. weird. You have to see it for yourself. :| 
  • the pacing is a bit fast.
  • some moments are moved around in the anime too. Still happen but in a different spot.

BUT!!! THE ANIME IS STILL ENJOYABLE. A lot of things ARE still the same and you will still be able to understand the story and everything else. 

- You still get most backstories
- You will definitely end up with a fave Servamp/Eve pair(and I don’t mean ships necessarily) 

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You will laugh and maybe cry. 

Originally posted by sleepynyashnekomancer

Originally posted by xiinao

SERVAMP IS COOL, FUN, AND UNIQUE. If you can really like the anime version THEN YOU CAN DEFINITELY GET HOOKED ON THE MANGA. I PROMISE YOU. PLEASE BECOME ONE OF US. ;w;

okay I am done babbling it’s almost 12 a.m. CA3 IS OUT. 

anonymous asked:

Best pairing for M!Corrin in all three paths? Who do you think makes the best mom for Kana?

Like, stat wise? I guess it depends on what you make Corrin’s strengths and weaknesses? I’m gonna answer just on which is the best couple to me.

Birthright: I actually really like Kagero x Corrin, at least in the Japanese version. They’re also good in the English, but Kagero’s my room lines in the Japanese are more romantic. I also think she makes a good mom to Kana too, but Kagero makes a good wife and mother in general imo.

Conquest: Corrin x Flora because that girl deserves happiness and having an ice dragon Kana sounds pretty cool. Also cause Kana looks adorable with Flora’s hair color!

Revelation: Marry Corrin to Scarlet in the one chapter you have her, JUST FOR THE TRAGEDY. steal her from ryoma

honestly still not over the ending…

Guys, I had a theory dream last night,
in which the mistery Galra warrior Keith fought was revealed to be actually his twin sister. I don’t remember all the details but apparently Keith’s parents basically pulled a “parent trap” deal, and since the sister was more Galra-ish and purple, their mom took her with her, and Keith stayed on earth with his dad, since he was too human looking.

So ok, this twin sister existed and she was BADASS and cute and was obviously in the resistance and eventually joined the Voltron team and became… can you guess… yes, Lance’s romantic interest, because if they keep shipping him with a dude, pair him with the literal female version of said dude (???).

And that’s it. That was my dream. I’m scared, why is my subconscious doing this to me? Someone please tell me, has this theory been mentioned before?

Btw, I decided to give the sister a name and her name is Kirsa.

anonymous asked:

are all wlw welcome to join this discourse i'm bisexual and i'm always trying to suss out the Token Straight in bangtan but every time i think i've found him.....he eludes me..i p much don't think there is one anymore. also min yoongi owns a pair of gloves that say BOYS on them like what kinda highkey gay/bi/pan vibes?? amazing?

all wlw are always welcome my beautiful gay baby and TRUE i for the longest time thought namjoon was just peak ally and jin was heteroflexible at best but the longer i think about it……….being an Ally is something we all go thru before we realize we’re gay. so like…………i am constantly reevaluating basically none of them are str8 i guess

Give It Away

Originally posted by uncensoredsideblog

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2726

Warnings: Swearing, sexual connotactions, cocky Bucky… ;)

A/N: So basically I started listening to the song Give it Away by the Red Hot Chili Peppers and all I could think about was Bucky working out. LOL. If you want the whole experience listen to the song while reading I guess. The lyrics are in italics. Also cocky Bucky is my fav and this could potentially like border on douchey for some people.. I don’t know. This’ll probably turn into smut soon so you can see where it’s going. 

So yeah… I feel like this may turn into a series so let me know if you want more! :) Also I haven’t written anything for fun in so long so it’s a bit rusty haha.

Your name: submit What is this?

You were not a morning person. That was quite obvious to the rest of the inhabitants of the tower. You normally crawled out of your room around midday to have a snack and some coffee before heading off to the gym to work out, but not today.

No, today you had woken up at six am sharp to the sound of drilling and yelling. Of course, this had startled you, being new to the tower and the avengers as a whole, and caused you to jump off your bed still in your pajamas – which consisted of an oversized t-shirt and booty shorts – and sprint out your door and down the hall towards the commotion. Expecting an attack you kicked the door to the spare bedroom open, hands at the ready. What you found was Tony Stark wearing protective goggles along with Bruce Banner and a tired looking Scott Lang who was doing all the drilling.

“Oh, Y/N perfect timing! Which paint colour do you prefer? Tavern Taupe or Shiitake?” Tony asked, shoving the two paint chips into your hand as you stared blankly at them, utterly dazed and baffled as to what was going on. Wiping some of the sleep from your swollen eyes, you snapped out of your daze briefly, giving you enough time to grab Bruce’s wrist to look at his watch, your eyes bulging as you read the time.

“Stark! It’s fucking six in the morning!” You yelled, turning around on Tony who looked slightly taken aback at your outburst but then quickly relaxed, his regular smirk plastering over his face. He reached out a hand to console you. 

“I know, I’m sorry, but I really need you opinion on these paint colours-“ 

“The shitty one Tony! The shitty one!” Exasperated, you pulled away from his grasp and trudged out of the room. Groaning, you ran a hand through your knotted bedhead. This was not happening. You did not wake up before the sun came up. Being woken up was even worse. There was no way you would be able to fall back to sleep now, not after having to crawl out from under the covers of your cozy bed to deal with another of Tony’s senseless whims.

“Fuck me…” You mumbled, not standing in the middle of the hallway trying to access your situation and figure out what the next best thing to do. What did people do this early in the morning away?

“Doll you know I’m trying,” Oh no. There it was. That voice. This was already a terrible morning and now you had to deal with him.

You slowly turned around a glare on your face to rival his smirk. His shaggy hair was messily tucked underneath a backwards Yankees cap, his torso covered by a thin muscle shirt showing off both metal and flesh, and low slung on his hips were a pair of basketball shorts. He wasn’t unpleasant to look at, no, far from it. His cocky attitude and endless flirting were enough to make you loathe the time you spent together, though, which luckily hadn’t been much since your arrival due to your differing schedules.

“Did you bug me or something? Is that how you always know where to find me so you can annoy the shit out of me?” You crossed your arms over your chest, watching as small crinkles formed at the edges of his eyes as he let out a loud laugh and then mimicking your closed-off stance, much to your irritation. You dropped your arms immediately to your sides, bastard.

“Well, seeing as your standing outside my room looking frustrated as hell I figured you had finally come to a calling for your innermost desires,“ Bucky spoke, watching as your face processed his words and then broke out into a bigger scowl as you realized you were, in fact, standing outside of his bedroom door. Your hands were now clenched at your sides as you turned away from him.

Storming off down the hall as he called after you, "Oh cmon sleeping beauty let me show you a whole new world. It’s called the morning!” You could hear him laughing at his own pun as you opened your bedroom door and proceeded to slam it shut.

Sighing, you attempted to run a hand through your knotted hair, which slightly pulled you away from your swimming mind that mostly consisted of your list of ‘How to kill the Winter Soldier without him or his friends knowing and disposing of the body with no trace of evidence’. You grabbed your hairbrush, attempting to sort out the birds’ nest on top of your head and do the rest of your morning thing. One thing was on your mind, coffee.

After you had devoured a banana and a large cup of coffee, much to the surprise of the early risers of Steve and Sam who were preparing for their run, you headed off towards the gym figuring it was best to do your workout now in hopes that it would tire you out enough for an afternoon nap.

As you neared the gym you could feel the vibrations through the floor and soon enough the music that was blasting through the set of speakers Tony had installed. Whoever was using the gym seemed to have a preference for rock music. As you opened the frosted glass door, your eyes glanced around the room, only to fall upon a sweaty body in the middle of the room, grunts filling the air along with the music as he did shoulder presses with the heavy barbell. Did I mention he was shirtless?

What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mamma
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water

The impressive bulging muscles along with the blaring of the music were enough for you to drop your water bottle, still transfixed on the soldier in front of you. However, your metal bottle crashing to the ground was enough to allow Bucky to look over at you and wink, shouting over the music as he set down the bar, “Like what you see sweetheart?”

What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling don’t stop continue

“No!” you said quickly, averting your lingering gaze to the floor mats in the corner of the gym, picking up the water bottle you had dropped due to your previous surprise and making a beeline away from Bucky.

Realize I don’t want to be a miser
Confide with sly you’ll be the wiser
Young blood is the lovin’ upriser
How come everybody wanna keep it like the kaiser

“Wow doll, my heart!” Bucky reciprocated, an expression of mock hurt on his face as his flesh hand rested over his heart, seeming to clasp it. An entertained smirk was hidden behind his taunting expression, seemingly not done with you yet as he stepped away from the weight he previously held in his hands, picking the hat up off of his head and running his fingers through his sweaty mop, smoothing his locks down and replacing the hat upon his head once more, letting his hands settle on his hips. 

Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
I can’t tell if I’m a kingpin or a pauper

“I think you’ll live Barnes,” you spoke, avoiding eye contact as you situated yourself down on one of the training mats, beginning to stretch your limbs in preparation for your workout. You would not let Barnes get another rise out of you before lunch. Plus, today was your arm day, your least favourite form of exercise. You already had enough to look forward to with that. And, the weights you used usually involved a spotter, which was additionally unfortunate as Bucky was the only other person present at the moment meaning he would be taking that position.

Greedy little people in a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes

I’m a low brow but I rock a little know how
No time for the piggies or the hoosegow
Get smart get down with the pow wow
Never been a better time than right now

Bob Marley poet and a prophet
Bob Marley taught me how to off it
Bob Marley walkin’ like he talk it
Goodness me can’t you see I’m gonna cough it

           You looked up at Bucky from your position on the mat as you stretched. He still had a light smirk on his face like he wanted to say something else but he was battling with himself over the consequences that it would entail. Your eyes voyaged further from his face as you watched a bead of sweat travel from his collarbone towards the v that disappeared in his shorts, again mesmerized. It’s not like you hadn’t seen a man’s body before on display like this, you trained with Sam daily after his morning run with Steve. You just hadn’t seen Bucky’s before, and this caused something new to stir inside of you.

Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
I can’t tell if I’m a kingpin or a pauper

“Well, let me know if you need any help doll. I’ll be over here,” Bucky spoke, motioning towards his previously discarded barbell, giving a slackened salute and winking as he turned away, walking the few steps to continue on with his workout. He didn’t have to saw anything, you were already worked up as it was but in an entirely different way than usual.

Lucky me swimmin’ in my ability
Dancin’ down on life with agility
Come and drink it up from my fertility
Blessed with a bucket of lucky mobility

My mom I love her ‘cause she love me
Long gone are the times when she scrub me
Feelin’ good my brother gonna hug me
Drink my juice young love chug-a-lug me

You continued to sneak glances at Bucky who seemed to have forgotten you were in the same room as him, completely engrossed in his own workout. This was something new, something a bit different, and you kind of liked it; silent Bucky who you could appreciate from afar.

This scenario quickly changed as you made your way over to one of the benches and grabbed a pair of twenty-five-pound dumbbells, lying down on the bench with your feet planted on the floor as you went to raise them above your head to do your bench presses. You were interrupted first by a shadow and then Bucky’s face right above your own.

There’s a river born to be a giver
Keep you warm won’t let you shiver
His heart is never gonna wither
Come on everybody time to deliver

“You know it’s dangerous to press without a spotter,” he spoke casually as he held his hands out in front of himself, near the dumbbells you were pressing, ready to help out if need be.

“I’m fine,” you answered curtly. You were both annoyed that he wouldn’t leave you alone and relieved that you didn’t have to ask him for help.

Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
I can’t tell if I’m a kingpin or a pauper

“You say that now but we wouldn’t want that pretty little face of yours to get crushed.” Your hands fumbled with the weights and your face went red. He always had an answer and it drove you wild.

“Barnes…”

“What? I’m just calling it like I see it. I know you liked that one,”

“Barnes…”

“That’s not even the best line I have. Listen to this-“

“Barnes…”

“-Are you a boxer? Well, how about getting on your knees and giving me two blows to the head?”

“Oh my god Bucky!”

 What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mamma
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water

What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling don’t stop continue

By now your face was beat red. He’d never said anything that dirty around you before, even if he had only done it to get a rise out of you. You quickly sat up and dropped the weights beside you, and turned around to face him. A shocked expression still on your face as he laughed from above, clutching his chest and slightly heaved over like your blatant modesty to his comment was the funniest thing he had seen since Steve’s performance outfit he wore while on tour when he first became Captain America. He calmed down for a minute, his laughter subsiding with a grin on his face as he looked at your bewildered one. He cocked an eyebrow at you, starting to understand that he was making you flustered. You started to stand up from the equipment and Bucky raised his flesh hand to your shoulder, holding you in place. The music still pounding throughout the room but all you could focus on was his gaze when he started to open his mouth again.

Realize I don’t want to be a miser
Confide with sly you’ll be the wiser
Young blood is the lovin’ upriser
How come everybody wanna keep it like the kaiser

“The weights in this gym just aren’t heavy enough… would you mind sitting on my face while I do some crunches?” Bucky hummed, watching as your eyebrows knitted together across your face and a sour look took over. You swatted his hand away while getting up from the bench.

“Ugh, you’re ridiculous!” You stuttered, rolling your eyes as you turned away to grab your water bottle. You’d have to come back and train with Sam later because this was getting you nowhere.

Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away give it away now

“Doll, are you blushing? Aww you are, that’s so cute.”

“Shut up.”

“It’s okay Y/N. I know the visual it a lot to take in.”

“Oh, my god. I wasn’t thinking about… it.”

"You don’t have to lie to me, sweetheart.”

Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now
Give it away now

 Bucky wrapped a sweaty arm around your shoulder and instinctively you pulled away from him. He pulled you even closer, though, leaning towards you so his mouth was next to your ear.

“Nat told me about your girls night a couple weeks ago with Wanda. How you ladies had a little too much to drink and started to share some very personal wants and needs,” he paused as he felt you tense beside him. You could feel the smirk against your ear, “…and I just wanted to let you know I’m here to fulfill them. You know where to find me.” Bucky pulled away from you at that moment and one last time he winked, picking up his discarded muscle tee from the floor with one last look over his shoulder towards you. You were too stunned to move.  

“See you around Y/N.”

Give it away
Now….

 Nat was dead.

6.17 recap: Wake Up and Smell the Retcon!

Okay, so I watched this livestream and it kept buffering so I know I missed some bits, but I doubt it really matters and I have no desire to watch it again even when there is nothing on TV tonight! Just what I saw between the buffering was utter retcon nonsense.

This episode kicks right off, after the Hook sneak peeked scene, with the most MASSIVE retcon of the entire series, which is saying something. Guess what, people? Mary Margaret regained her memories (and a pair of tweezers, cause we all remember Early Cursed Snow looked like Cruella with pixie hair, right?) and woke up Charming from his coma AND he had his memories when he woke up because of… PIXIE FLOWERS! Whaaaaaaaaa? They basically look like Middlemists or Cupid Posies if you take a picture of them out of focus on your iPhone.

But if that’s not stupid enough, it takes Charming and Snow like a seriously long time to even remember they just had a kid and wonder what happened to her. SERIOUSLY!? These two dolts really are the WORST parents! Well, no, Emma is the worst now and clearly emulating their “lovers come first and forget you even have children until lots of making out and professions of love while dressed like a nun” example, but after her it goes Charming and then Snow, because Charming remembered the baby before his wife who had given birth to her!

Oh, and Regina and Zelena fail to restore Snow and Charming’s heart to break their curse so now they’re gonna both fall asleep and maybe die! LOL!

Meanwhile, the top bitch Black Fairy heart-marches Gideon to meet the parents where she controls her son with his dagger. Okay, so maybe it goes Black Fairy, Emma, Charming, and then Snow, and then I guess Belle and Rumple who are maybe tied among the currently living assholes of parenting on this show. Remember back in Season 1 when we all thought Regina was THE WORST mom ever? LOL! Even Zelena is looking like a more competent mommy in this episode, despite my loathing the ground she should have been crushed under a house on.

And THEN Flashback Charming goes to see Gold and says Emma’s name and restores HIS memories! But if that’s not bad enough, Charming goes back to see Emma, who is dressed like a Catholic school girl but not the slutty kind who’d have as many STDs as she must have gotten from “her pirate” because… Easter episode? You got me. And the conversation boils down to Hooooooooook! David is totes cool with the dad killing. It was a long time ago, after all! And it’s not like it ruined his life or anything!

Poor Hook who is still in Neverland getting helped by another person of color because I think the show with it’s 18th century mentality has established that he is the White Savior and his Gulliver’s Travels type adventure is really all to illuminate his White Man’s Burden of saving these savages who knock out people with blow darts and then assume the pose of a cigar store Indian.

Next up, Snow and Emma go for a walk in the woods and face down the Black Fairy.

And Hook goes on a scavenger hunt with Tiger Lily who knows way too much about Hook’s current life for the sake of plot. Yep, she’s definitely just another brown-skin-toned white-boy prop, folks!

And then Charming is with Rumple at Zelena’s house in the past blathering on about him not having magic after magic flowers just woke him up and while Rumple is legit holding a potion he’s going to use. I think the writers must have been legit high when they wrote this episode, because even they don’t usually pull Trump shit and contradict themselves in the same scene or sentence. Although that has become increasingly more common I have noticed.

Then past Charming and Snow… find a magic door in the forest? But they don’t use it because Past Snow White is still a hero who understands the consequences of actions and magic unlike Present Snow White who is a selfish, massively concussed dumbshit thug for her asshole daughter who might not have turned out such a crazy bitch if Snow had gone through that door.

It gets worse, people. Remember how Charming made it all about Hoooooooooook? Well so does Snow! She finds some pixie flower dust that could break her and Charming’s sleeping curse BUT she gives it to Emma after Hook somehow makes a disembodied Shadow call cause she’s SOOOOOOOOOO guilty about fucking up her kid’s life that she absolutely needs her to be happy with her man before the Final Battle. Can you pass me a bucket to vomit in? It’s horrible enough that CraptainSwine is a pathetically bad copy of Snowing instead of having anything original about it, but REALLY!?

Oh, and now, of course, Snow always remembered that she woke up Charming and could have traveled through a magic door to raise Emma and she just never thought to mention it to Emma before. I guess she figured Emma couldn’t take another bombshell after the Lily thing that she decided to hold off on this other way she left her to rot in a terrible childhood. I’d feel guilty too, but not enough to give up my freedom from a curse to reunite my daughter with a scumbag lover who isn’t even in real danger and is probably safer far away from the Black Fairy. Did I mention Present Snow White is a damn fool?

Of course, Hook returns post haste and proposes and Emma still doesn’t care about the grandpa murdering and says ‘yes’ basically over her parents’ almost corpses.

At least Regina has some brains. She gets everyone to drink a potion to share the Sleeping Curse so Snowing can wake up.

I dunno folks, but this episode was definitely written stinking of “We gonna get cancelled, y’all, so let’s throw some shit together to wrap this up!” Last I checked over at SpoilerTV, it was getting far more “awful” votes than anything else

As was said on Twitter the moral of this episode is that Emma is an egotistical bitch who left her parents to die (and let’s not forget thus orphaned her baby brother) to save her boyfriend while Regina once again saved the day. Truth.

Next week: Zelena is pissed off that the baby she got by straight up raping a man is threatened by a woman who tortured her grandson. I guess it’s a game of the lesser of two evil bitches who should have had their tubes tied?

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A/N: happy belated birthday, chubby dumpling! @super-legalizelove I love you andddd I wrote this shit in like forty minutes so enjoy this bullshit writing! ಠ◡ಠ yea! Also, this FIC is fucking pointless af. _____________________________________ 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Warnings: basically all fluff, hurt/comfort, light arguing, minor plot thrown in, nightmares, past abuse, mentions of past sexual abuse, severe PTSD mentions, flashbacks, sexual content I guess?, mentions of forced sexual acts, cuddling, fluff, bubble bathes, Bucky likes to cook

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themod444  asked:

What are your EO1 and 3 guilds like? Have you developed much for them?

I’ve dabbled in both (or three of them if you count untold1), and while they’re not as extensive as the Guardians or Phaedron, they do have some minor detailing/development. Note, though, that EO1 and Untold1 have no connection to the Guardian universe. EO2 was the first game I wrote fanfiction for, after all.

I think it would be best if I do the games one at a time or it’ll get too long! Anyway, let’s get straight to it:

EO1 - Guild Spirits

Notes: The very first game I played, these characters surprisingly don’t have the most detailed of pasts/personalities. I guess it was because I was just getting into the swing of things. I focused mostly on my favourite pairing; Landsknecht/Medic, so the ideas basically revolve around them with the others being supportive of them.

Hoyt (Red haired Landsknecht) - talented leader who garners respect due to his strength
Ethan (Blond haired Protector) - protective older brother to Alto and Phoenix
Alto (Blond haired Survivalist) - the second oldest of the siblings, super observant
Kamali (Orange haired Medic) - a real sweetheart that everyone adores
Phoenix (Blond haired Alchemist) - youngest sibling, nearly mute, only speaks by whispering to others
Gokjo (Black haired Ronin) - a bit of a silent, stern loner
Falcon (Blue haired Dark Hunter) - a bit of a pervert and loves picking on Kamali
Harlan (Orange haired Troubadour) - a chatter box that doesn’t know when to shut up
Night (White haired Hexer) - so silent that he’s often scaring people by simply coming up behind them, has the worst timing

Notes: Basically Hoyt is the leader of the guild and childhood friends with Kamali, the two of them starting a guild together because no one was willing to have a medic on their team because some view them as a waste of space. After a near death experience in the labyrinth, though, Kamali gave Hoyt some of his blood in order to save his life, which somehow created a psychic/telepathic link between them and they can read each other’s thoughts and communicate telepathically. Before this happened they were just friends, but after the bond, they become more dependent on each other, sharing each other’s feelings and pain. Of course, romance blossomed ^^

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anonymous asked:

i'm guessing if your into cis/het white ships then acomaf is basically your dream series. Also, since everyone's paired off its all very convenient (even tho if u give it a little more thought, some of the ships don't make any sense). Also, imo series that have more couples tend to be really popular cause theres a ship for everyone (everyone being those white cis/het fans in this case). Anyways, I have a big problem with the whole mates things. Like some of the ships don't make sense

I haven’t read ac0maf (I say this twice a day but I want to make it clear just in case) but I get that vibe too. Some of the ships seem SO convenient, because the mate thing is convenient. “They’re mates so don’t even try to say they’re not meant to be” it’s basically a “they’re together because I say so” and it sounds so boring to me… Even if they’re all in white cishet ships try to develop them properly jfc

You’re my Mission.

A/N - WHOA hey guys! Guess who’s back?! It’s been like fifteen years and I’m really sorry, a LOT has been happening and I have had zero inspiration along with tons of writers block
Anyways, I’m really not sure about this it’s basically all just back story for what I actually plan on writing, and I’m pretty tired so sorry for any mistakes. Love you guys!
This isn’t a fluff or smut yet and this isn’t really a pairing thing yet and yeah idk what to label this as, aNYWAY

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(Y/N)=Your Name
(Y/A/N)=Your Avenger Name
Warnings: Language, Emotional Trauma?

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    You quickly shot up in bed, panting heavily.

    “okay.. just a dream.. It’s cool, you’re fine….” you muttered to yourself.

    Once you got you’re breathing back to normal, you laid back down and tried to relax. Seconds felt like minutes, Minutes felt like hours, everything ached inside of you. All you could see was Bucky dying over and over. It was like a record skipping, except with video and audio. You finally gave up on trying to go back to sleep and sat up again, lightly knocking on the wall next to you.

    “Steve..?” you paused for awhile, searching for any detection of the super soldier in the room next to you “Do you think you could come here for a minute.. Cap?”

    There was a muffled groan and some rustling before your door was being opened a couple minutes later.

    “Is it the dreams again?” He asked, padding over to you. You responded with a nod, patting the bed next to you and muttering an apology which Steve immediately brushed off “Hey, I know.. I miss him too.” he offered you a bottle of water before sitting next to you, pulling your body against him. “It’s not like we asked to be frozen though.”

    You, Steve and Bucky all grew up together in Brooklyn. The best of friends, attached at the hips, completely inseparable. In fact you were so inseparable that after Steve went through the pain of becoming practically invincible, he managed to somehow weasel you in along side him by convincing Howard to test the serum on a female. You were with him through the Captain America tour experiences, helped him break out Bucky, assisted in battling Red Skull, and you were even there for the crash.

    The only thing you wished you had missed out on was Buck’s death. It hit you harder than anything ever had before. He was your best friend and though you never wanted to admit to it, he was you first love interest, and potentially your only. Seeing him die wasn’t something you could just bounce back from. To add insult to injury you weren’t even able to properly mourn in a comfortable atmosphere, you were instead chucked from 1943 to 2013 into a world that was nothing like what you knew before.

    It’s not “the future” that bothered you, in fact you loved the 2000’s and adapted quickly. What bothered you was going through it without Buck, being “forced” to join a group of superheros to save the world ((actually, that didn’t really bother you either, you felt like you were in a comic book and that was awesome but you liked to complain)). How could you be anything less than brave when so many people looked up to you?

    When your recurring nightmare began it happened at least 3-5 times a week, and you’d wake up screaming and sobbing. But that was two years ago, now it only happened when you were excessively stressed out.

    “Hey, you know we’re gonna be alright (Y/N)” Steve commented, nudging you with his elbow. “With both of us and Natasha? This winter soldier asshole doesn’t even stand a chance.”

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    “It was him. He looked right at me.. and he didn’t even know me”

    “What the FUCK?!” You shouted, kicking your legs causing the guard to tense, and shoot you a warning ((or would be if you could see their face)) but you ignored them

    Sam and Nat exchanged a look “How’s that even possible it was like 70 years ago.”

    Steve tried to begin explaining the experiments Zola performed but you cut him off, not wanting to hear it.

    “That can’t be Bucky, Steve! He fell off a fucking mountain for Christ’s sake!” You were enraged, this couldn’t be happening right now.

    “(Y/N)..” Steve interjected, but Sam cleared his throat turning to the guards.

    “We need to get a doctor here, if we don’t put pressure on that wound she’s going to bleed out in the truck.”

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    Steve squeezed your shoulder lightly but you stayed stone faced, staring straight ahead. The two of you, along with Sam and Maria were headed to take down HYDRA. Of course this also included potentially taking down Bucky. That obviously wasn’t exactly something you wanted to deal with.

    Everything seemed to go by in a blur, you were fighting HYDRA agents left and right, headed towards your goal. You, Sam and Steve split off headed straight towards replacing the controller chips. You definitely didn’t expect to find anyone waiting for you, when you got to the chips. But now you were face to face with James Barnes. The two of you stared at each other for a moment too long as you tried to catch your breath.

    “Buck…. It doesn’t have to be like this.” You still barely believed that this metal armed soldier standing in front of you was indeed your best friend. “This isn’t who you are. You’re being brainwashed.”

    As soon as the words left your mouth the wind was knocked out of you as Bucky took you to the ground, causing you to momentarily lose contact with the rest of your team. The two of you fought each other off until you had successfully traded out the chip. You pressed your finger to the ear piece as you sprinted back finalise the replacement.

    “Maria! Can you hear me?”

    “Yes, you’re on!” She responded only slightly delayed. “You’ve got 30 seconds, (Y/A/N)!”

    You spat blood, stumbling when Bucky shot you in the shoulder. “I’ve got it.” You avoided his next shots as you put in the chip. “Now, Hill!”

    “(Y/N), you’ve got to get out of there first!”

     “There’s no time, I’ll be fine.” You panted sinking down and holding your wound, you weren’t actually sure you’d be fine, in fact this is probably where you would die. Holding on to the pole next to you, you tried your hardest to not be knocked completely off the helipad from the force of the explosion, and luckily you weren’t.

    You stood up, finding Buck struggling under part of the structuring. “Steve are you safe?” You asked, making your way down to Bucky.

    You heard Steve sigh at you “I’m with Nat. Are you okay? What’s up with Bucky?”

    “Everything’s cool.” Your response was only slightly a lie, but you had no other answers as you stood before Buck. You grabbed him by his metal arm, dragging him out from under where he was trapped.

    “It’s okay Bucky, this isn’t you..”

    That was a mistake. As soon as he was freed he had you pinned down, knife to throat. “I don’t know you!” He shouted, the knife drawing some blood. “You’re my mission.”

    You struggled, choking on your own blood “and I’m your friend!” You relaxed your body, huffing loudly “so I’m not hurting you. Finish your mission.” You stared up at him “I’m with you til the end of the line.”

    Buck’s grip loosened and he stared at you, tons of emotions crossing his face. Before he could fully react there was a huge crash that sent you plummeting into the water below you two.

PART 2

Thoughts on Akira and Seidou

Whole lot of rambling and thoughts ahead!

Basically, I notice random has a tendency to over-simplify the relationship between them into one being right and the other being a bad person.

Either Akira is a bully and Seidou is an innocent kid, or Akira is a perfect Queen and Seidou is a whiny brat. Both are equally wrong.

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zeible  asked:

I tried the Scrap of Paper thing, but my results were really odd (I gave it to a lot of close family members, so these are people who should know me rather well.) The results overwhelmingly put ALL the introverted functions up top, and without much consistent order. I'm wondering if maybe my descriptions didn't work. How did you describe the functions on your scraps of paper?

I’m guessing you didn’t put them in pairs (what goes together) and explain that you are only allowed two of each set? You have to do groundwork.

The other night, my family gave me 2 minutes to write descriptions on pieces of paper. I then organized them in different stacks and gave them a crash course on all their types. I ultra-simplified it. Then I went on to show them why they misunderstand one another via the functions. By the end, they all had a fairly decent basic knowledge of typing and an idea why they do certain things.

Here’s the descriptions I used.

Fe: external warmth, emphasis on what is best for everyone, feels better after discussing their feelings, knows how to say hard things in gentle ways.

Te: organization, schedules, word counts, evidence, facts, linear thinking, can define things simply for others to read, considers the bottom line.

Se: seeks new sensory experiences, aesthetic appreciation, lives in the moment, enjoys stimulating environments, is quick to act in the environment.

Ne: draws broad, unexpected connections, tends to stray off topic down rabbit trails, reluctant to choose just one truth, bored without external stimulation, tends to be excited about ideas more than making them real.

Fi: considerate and loving, but private in their feelings, cares a lot about individuality, finds it difficult to talk about their emotions.

Ti: analyzing, never entirely satisfied with simple answers, can be redundant in trying to ensure you understand them (repeating themselves), tends to focus on logical things that others do not always think are necessary to discuss.

Si: emphasis on tactile sensation (how things smell, feel, taste), often naturals at making the home inviting and pleasant to look at, studies others to see how they succeed and emulates them until they develop their own style, does not mind routine, good with details.

Ni: flashes of inexplicable insight, big picture emphasis, firm conclusions after a lot of inner rumination, a single vision or knowing emerges over time.

ETA: Sorry. Should have added this sooner. “The scrap of paper thing” is where, if you are stuck and do not know your type, you take these definitions, give someone who knows you extremely well a run-down of each function, and have them organize them in the order they think you use the functions. (I did this four years ago with my mom and she chose ENFP – but it took me three and a half years to realize she was right.) People who know you well, see you more clearly than you do.

anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts/headcanons/feels on IshiHime?

……Do you have six hours to spare, anon?  Because I’ve got this PowerPoint pres–

Okay, in all seriousness, I cannot possibly answer such an open-ended question in one post, I’m afraid xD At least not in a manner that covers everything I feel about those two. But I’ll try to go over the basics as succinctly as I can.

I’ve mentioned it often enough on this blog, but IshiHime was my first Bleach ship, and even though it was later on dethroned from the #1 spot by UraYoru and Shiyori, it was still my top ship when it came to the nakama. I guess for a lot of people IshiHime may look like a ‘pair the spares’ deal, but it wasn’t that way for me.  IchiRuki won me over slowly, but IshiHime was love at first sight, so to speak.

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anonymous asked:

I really like your ship! It's kinda odd but I can totally see it....Why do you ship shinozou? Is there any master post if you don't wanna take the time lmao?

;-; anonnnn do you know how happy I am when people ask me about my ship? The happiest. I am the happiest clam. 

Okay so…I ship Shinozou for several reasons. 

1. Shinohara was the first person who ever stood up for Juuzou.

The investigators at the CCG were impressedwith his ability, but frankly frightened by his lack of morality and his sadistic tendencies. They pretty much wanted to leave him out in the cold (or worse?), but Shinohara stood up for him. He believed in Juuzou before he had any reason to, because he was compassionate toward the boy. 

2. Shinohara was generous with Juuzou.

Shinohara offers Juuzou one of his suits, despite the fact that Juuzou is so much tinier than him: almost a foot shorter, and about a hundred pounds smaller! Still, Shinohara offers it, because it’s something that he can give him. Further, Shinohara clearly gives money to Juuzou when he asks for it for food (and possibly other necessities).

3. Shinohara was patient with Juuzou.

Even when Juuzou’s behavior was completely overwhelming, Shinohara was patient with him. For example, even after the famous Ear Bone incident, Shinohara did his best to come up with a way to work with Juuzou, instead of simply scolding him or punishing him. 

I skipped some there, but you get the idea. And you see this over and over again. When Juuzou kills ghouls in a terribly messy, totally unprofessional way, Shinohara finds a way to convince him not to act that way that is in line with Juuzou’s own reasoning and motivation. 

He goes on to give Juuzou a patient lecture, using his motivation to obtain a quinque in order to help him understand the importance of killing ghouls carefully. In addition, it was Shinohara’s help that allowed Juuzou to pass his exams for the promotion. Shinohara also carefully taught him manners, and how to get along with others (and why he should bother with both of those things). 

4. They clearly spent a ton of time together. 

I mean, you rarely see Juuzou without Shinohara. You see Shinohara on his own a little more, but he’s got a lot of responsibilities, so I guess that makes sense. Anyway, they do everything together, and even though Juuzou’s real growth comes after the end of V14, you can see Shinohara’s influence throughout his life in :RE. For example, his teaching style:

Juuzou’s growth is incredible, he even won an award for best squad. I don’t think anyone could convince me that this kid, who was a total loner and didn’t care about anyone but himself, could have had a functional squad without Shinohara’s patience, teaching, and influence. Shinohara shaped Juuzou’s entire trajectory as a person in such a positive, beautiful way. 

5. Shinohara loved Juuzou, and Juuzou loved Shinohara.

‘Nuff said. 

Now, I could go on and on about their canon relationship. I understand it was platonic, but hey, I have a real big thing for mentor/student, Daddy/boy relationships and it really isn’t much of a stretch for their relationship to fall into that paradigm. Which is probably why I shipped it from pretty much their first scene together. Because damn, it’s the perfect Daddy/boy dynamic. Now, for other things that are purely my opinion…

6. They look amazing together.

I mean. The size difference alone. Shinohara is basically the big bear ideal, and Juuzou is basically the tiny twink ideal. As a gay man, that’s pretty much my favorite aesthetic for pairings. It’s just really, really hot and I love it. Like just.

Like just. SO. cute. I love it. I love them. Oh my god. 

So yeah, in summary, they have an AMAZING canon relationship, and they look amazing together. Which is, in the end, why so many characters get shipped. I guess it’s not a very popular ship because people don’t find the aesthetic as attractive as I do, but all the emotional components of an OTP are definitely there. 

I hope you enjoyed! I love talking about this ship and I don’t get nearly enough of a chance to do so. So I hope that you have as much fun reading this as I did writing it!

(tagging suzuyajesus, amdis, and issun-boshi because I know ya’ll into it <3)