because this is hella long

Fantasy AU in which Grantaire is the Crown Prince of his kingdom and fears the day he must ascend to the throne. His family came into power after an uprising which overthrew the previous king, judged cruel, unfair and unfit to rule. But the idea of power and kingly responsibility scares Grantaire to his core.

Every year on the anniversary of the uprising, a royal procession is organised. Except this time, amongst the cheers, Grantaire can hear shouts, seemingly coming from everywhere:

“Usurper!” “Murder!” “Throne stealer!”

His carriage is attacked by rebels and pandemonium breaks out. All Grantaire can make out between the clash of the swords is the handsome face of his assailant, his features made sharp with cold anger. His sword is knocked to the ground, and Grantaire waits for the final blow. But it never comes. His attacker spares his life, giving him one last icy glance.

Now that the seed of doubt has been planted in Grantaire’s mind, he starts doing his research, only to discover that history has been rewritten, document falsified, reports burnt. His father did not save the kingdom. He seized it by force. And killed every member of the previous royal family, all but one who managed to escape. A young boy.

Prince Enjolras.

i thought the whole “i thought we were in a group together” was just even helping a brother out and understanding/knowing that emma was being annoying asf but NO even was being possesive asf because it took him hella long to finally talk to isak to let some girl from 1st year to waltz in and take him


Before every YOI episode, it’s always like “lol the fandom has jumped the gun again.”  But I keep being surprised?  That a show would actually?  Follow through??? I CAN’T BELIEVE 

(this is tagged “long post” if you want to skip it)

I mean, we were all joking about the proposal thing last episode but??!?




but tHEN

It’s a straight up exchange.  I mean

and then the follow-up is adorable and realistic like props guys

but wait there’s more

Pitchit jumps the gun /a bit/  but instead of aNY KIND OF DENIAL we get

Do we get an embarrassed Yuuri?  Well of course we do when do we not but 


praise be hallelujah these children are getting married.  I can’t believe this I’m going to go walk off the dam

*starts third playthrough of FC4 inside the same week* .. oh yeah i should draw something
worked with a color palette this time for fun 

Rebel With A Cause (Pt. 3)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I hope you guys weren’t expecting anything but super-angst. Also, there’s Rogue One spoilers at the end in case you haven’t seen it (but idk why you’d be reading this if you hadn’t seen it). Merry Christmas :)))

Person / Character: Cassian Andor
Premise: Cassian rescues you from the Death Star.
1st Person Perspective


I thought I was dead.
It certainly felt like it.
At least, this is what I assume it feels like to be dead. I wouldn’t actually know, as I’ve never died before.
But it wasn’t the numbness or the darkness or anything that made me feel dead. It was the dreams about Cassian.
We were so happy. We danced in a kitchen that belonged to us to some discs Cassian had found on a mission - Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra. I made cookies while he stole kisses and bites of dough. We were in a walk and he hit me in the back with a snowball, so I shoved him into a snow bank. I laid in the bathtub and he read me his favorite book from the window sill where he perched. He lifted me in his arms and carried me into his U-Wing; we went on adventures in his ship. We watched the stars from the roof of the Rebel base and he made a fire for us to toast marshmallows over. He fed me a s'more and wiped the crumbs off my cheeks. We went skinny-dipping in a huge ocean on some far-away planet. We rested in a field somewhere together in the morning summer light. I put flowers in his hair while he sang songs to me in a language I didn’t know.
That’s why I thought I was dead - surely this was Heaven.
That’s why, when his face appeared above mine, I didn’t realize that I was still alive, and that he was saving me.


“Y/N,” I shook her gently. She was slumped over in her chair, her head lolling downwards. I knelt at her feet with my hands resting delicately on her knees. “Y/N, I need you to wake up.” The feeling of her in my hands again made me feel complete. But I couldn’t relax yet, not while we were still in danger. I began unstrapping her wrists and ankles.
The knife wound in her chest was deep. It didn’t seem to have punctured her heart or her lungs, but Jesus, it had to have been close. I would take care of that as soon as we got away.
She shifted slightly. “Cassian?”
“Y/N!” Her eyes were finally open, even if slightly. “Oh my god. Oh my god, you’re awake.” My heart nearly exploded as I threw my arms around her. “Oh my god, I was so afraid - ”
But she pulled back, disgruntled. She looked confused. “I don’t understand,” she coughed. “I thought - what are you doing here?”
“I’m rescuing you,” I said, concerned. She stared at me like I was a ghost. I pressed my hand to her face. “Y/N…I’m here to take you home.”
She closed her eyes and pressed her cheek into my palm. “You’re real?”
My breath caught momentarily in my throat. “Of course I’m real.”
When her eyes opened, they were filled with tears. “Oh my god. I thought I was dead. Cas - oh my god.”
I grabbed her waist and pulled her into my lap. She buried her face in my neck. “Baby girl,” I breathed, running my fingers through her hair. “You’re here. You’re alive. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” I felt I needed to hold her closer, but I couldn’t possibly. I pressed her against me as hard as I could. I kissed her shoulder and let her take a moment to recuperate before I said, “Okay. We need to go. I gotta get you out of here.” She lifted her head up, sniffing, and nodded. I helped her to her feet and she grimaced in pain. “Can you walk?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
She stumbled instantly.
“Are you sure?”
“Alright.” I grabbed her hand. “Follow me.”
We took off through the halls. I wished I had time to look around and see this weapon the Empire had created, but I needed to get Y/N out of here.
Explosions rocked the base. The X-Wings had managed to blow a big enough hole in the shield for my U-Wing to squeeze into a docking bay. As we hurried through the doors, I stopped short.
Darth Vader stood in between us and my ship.
Y/N fell sideways, and I caught her. She was clutching her chest; fresh blood was curling around her hand. “Cas…” she whispered.
I couldn’t waste any more time - I had to get her and my fleet out of here before anyone died. But Darth Vader was in front of me.
“You,” Vader breathed. “The Rebels brave enough to take on half of the Galactic Empire.”
The utter lack of emotion in his black, soulless eyes gave me pause, but Y/N said, “And you’re the one stupid enough to stand in our way.”
I turned to her. “What are you doing?” I hissed. “Don’t provoke him.”
Her eyes met mine, and I was surprised. They were glittering with rage. Blood dripped from her lips. She looked fearless.
Vader took a step forward, and I lifted my blaster instantly. “Stupid?” Maybe I was crazy, but he sounded humored through his voice filter.
“Let us be, Vader,” she demanded.
Vader didn’t say anything. I had no idea what he was thinking, which terrified me. Until he stretched his hand out towards her, and she doubled over in pain, crying out. “Y/N!” I held her upright. As I watched, the cut in her chest began to rip wider.
I fired. Vader deflected the shot, but it was enough to get his attention off of Y/N. Or perhaps, he stopped of his own accord. “I should rip her in half,” Vader said with menacing serenity. “But instead, I’ll send you back to the Rebels as a warning, that you may know you cannot win.”
Vader flexed his fingers again, and I heard the sick snapping of bones. Y/N collapsed, gasping heavily. Her ribs were visibly caved in.
My heart stopped beating for the next hour, until hers did too.

The second I was in the ship, I gave the fleet the command to return home. I didn’t get a single reply. Everything had gone silent. “No,” I whispered. I laid Y/N down on the padded bench. She had gone completely white. I had no idea how much blood she had lost total. “Y/N,” I whispered. “Can you hear me?”
I viciously wiped the tears away from my eyes. “You - you listen to me. You can’t - you can’t die, okay? Just give me a minute. Please, Y/N.”
“Sure.” I ran to the console and searched the scanner. Nothing. Everyone was gone.
I didn’t have time to grieve. I had to get Y/N home.
I took off as quickly as I could and immediately blasted into hyper speed.
I returned to her side to find her eyes closed.
“Y/N,” I said anxiously. She looked up at me. “Please just hold on a little bit longer.”
“Cassian.” Her voice was practically inaudible. “Kiss me one more time.”
I shook my head. “Don’t talk like that!”
I took a deep breath and knelt down. Her lips tasted like blood, but they were hers. I kissed every inch of her face, willing myself to remember every square inch, because I knew deep down inside what was about to happen. I was still desperate.
“Y/N,” I said in her ear. “Wh - what am I supposed to do without you?”
She sort of laughed. “You know.”
“No, Y/N - help me. Please.”
She nodded vaguely. “Do not,” she said, “forget hope.”
“I see none without you,” I replied, brushing hair out of her eyes.
“Cassian…” She took a shuttering breath.
“Y/N - no - please,” I whispered. “Please don’t leave me.”
“Finish this,” she muttered. “Destroy the Death Star.”
“I will, I promise.”
Her final words were, “I love you, Cassian Andor.” She went still.
I pressed my face into her chest. “I love you,” I sobbed.

I loved her. I loved her bravery, her emotion, her desire to fight and to do good, her endless strength. And I hated the world for taking her away from me.
But soon after, I met Jyn Erso. I nearly couldn’t look at her the first time we spoke; It was almost like she was the reincarnation of Y/N. I saw her soul through Jyn’s eyes, and I saw her smile on her lips. I knew that she had been sent here for me. I knew that it was Y/N staying by my side, like she had always said she would.
Jyn believed in this idea of hope, like Y/N. She fought for this idea. Together, we died for this idea. I kept my promise, though, and together, Y/N and I - with our fingers intertwined - watched the Death Star explode from far, far away.

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i draw serious things….i promise…

@hubris-but-no-writing wrote a short fic and i just… *sigh

“…never fall in love with your best friend.”

boyfriend~ jongup
  • pretty much skinny love.
  • definitely skinny love.
  • omg he will be extremely shy at the beginning stages of the relationship.
  • he probably wouldn’t be able to make eye contact at often ESPECIALLY IN PUBLIC.
  • but he always insists for you two to go out with the rest of bap just because he feels shy when he’s alone with you.
  • but after a while he starts to find his band mates a nuisance so he tries to avoid them whenever he’s with you.
  • if he wants to hold you hand for the first time, he will have such a hard time trying to find the perfect moment to just grab it.
  • and when he tries to grab it, you either pull it away to scratch your face or turn to face him and he just feels all flustered.
  • but then goes all or nothing and just grabs your hand but you can tell he’s shy because his ears start turning red and he does that coughing thing when things feel awkward.
  • he stresses over the gifts he wants to get you for special events and might buy an entire store if someone isn’t there to stop him.
  • byg or anyone really has to supervise this guy while he shops for you because he gets so anxious on what to get.
  • but they’re always super sentimental.
  • and then he makes you something homemade because that’s even more sentimental and you can tell he’s been doing crafts because he’ll have glitter stuck in his hair and ears and everywhere really.
  • tries his best cooking for you but he either doesn’t cook the food all the way or cooks it for too long.
  • when he’s stressed he comes home late because he stays in the studio practicing and dancing.
  • he’ll get caught in time and doesn’t realize how late he is coming home and will wake you up unintentionally by rushing into bed and mumbling “sorry.”
  • the big spoon. always. he doesn’t seem like it but he likes being the big spoon.
  • it’s because he likes smelling your hair or kissing the nape of your neck.
  • he likes to snuggle up against you and the warmth of his chest helps you fall back to sleep.
  • really really romantic.
  • likes whispering beautiful things in your ears.
  • “you look gorgeous today.”
  • “you’re so amazing.”
  • “i love you.”
  • it still takes him plenty of courage to engage and initiate skinship but when he does, it’s all very natural.
  • he always asks your permission before he does something.
  • like “can i kiss you right now?”
  • ofc you can. pls.
  • sometimes he will surprise you with quick kisses on the cheeks.
  • in the morning, you always see him smiling (because he was watching you sleep and he lowkey but actually highkey loves it)
  • loves taking you on dates to the park and and have picnics and maybe ride bikes.
  • sometimes he likes staying inside with you just to relax because you are “my charger.”
  • that’s actually his nickname for you.
  • LOOOVES unconventional nicknames.
  • also loves talking about “nerdy” stuff with you and he gets really into them and you kinda just let him talk on and on because that’s really the only time jongup can talk a lot.
  • a big cuddling enthusiast.
  • if you’re sad/mad/just feeling poopy, he’ll give you space and probably always glance at you from a distance with puppy eyes like his world is falling apart because he thinks it’s because of him you’re not happy.
  • he’ll go out and buy you your favorite snack and leave it outside the door to the bedroom.
  • he’s the most thoughtful boyfriend any person can ever have and honestly, who ever does go out with this boy, they need to cherish him with all their heart because he is so precious and amazing. <3

okay so me and @thelast-dodo are crying over musically inclined + adhd Lance McClain, and just voltron characters + music in general so I just…

•  Lance is great with string instruments, especially the ukulele and the guitar
•  He’s had an undying love for the ukulele since he was like 9 because he managed to strum a chord and half his family cheered and his dad stuck a sticker on his cheek
•  Both his guitar and uku are a mess of bumps and dings, and they’re both plastered with stickers all over
•  He plays when he’s stressed
•  He plays when everybody else is stressed, too
•  He’s constantly strumming similar patterns when morale’s low and urging the others to input their own lyrics, anything at all
•  “C’mon, Keith, you usually never shut up!” “Aw, please, Allura, I never hear you sing!” “Shiro you know you wanna”
•  Hunk’s the first to try it out, and pretty much after that they’re doing their best to sing something even slightly coherent
•  It’s never coherent, ever, but that makes it extra fun
•  Lance has so many lyrics stuck in his head at all times
•  Lyrics he doesn’t understand ‘You’re a constellation and stars mean everything to me, you’re the sun and being warm is everything to me-’ and lyrics he does understand ‘Playin’ word catch with you is like a dream, I’ll tell you-’ and lyrics that chime and ding and lyrics that feel like sparklers and feel like Summer or scarves or cat purrs
•  He makes up songs all the time and he knows he has a good voice so goddamnit, he’s gonna sing all the time if he wants to!
•  Keith is the first to learn one of his songs off by heart and gosh, can those two boys harmonise
•  It nearly brings Lance to tears when Keith’s able to join in with one of his songs all the way through, he hadn’t been expecting it
•  There are notes everywhere with stray lyrics on them
•  Hunk starts collecting them first, and putting them in Lance’s room for safe keeping
•  Soon enough everybody’s doing that too
•  Sometimes Keith and Lance are handing out in Lance’s room, Lance strumming away absently and Keith just letting the sound wash over him
•  Lance’s words might get stuck and Keith just pulls a suitable lyric from his notes and sings it, and the song carries on
•  Lance’s music is sporadic and unpredictable in every way, and moves and changes unexpectedly
•  His train of thought changes a lot while he’s thinking about the music and the words together
•  Allura once asked if that was how Earth music worked normally. Shiro just grinned at her. “No, that’s just how Lance music works.”
•  The boy cant read sheet music for the life of him, he just kinda knows where chords fit together and the boy just gets it without really getting it
•  Pidge once called him the “Mozart of the ukulele” but Keith rejected that real quick, because Mozart relied on sheet music, and anyway, Lance is the Lance of the ukulele because nobody else can play like Lance can
•  Lance blushes at that. A lot.

asdfghjkl; I love my music family, guys

the clexa fic rec post you didn’t ask for

List of some of my favorite Clexa fics mostly for my own benefit so I can reference later but if you haven’t read all of these, you should. Read more link included because this list is hella long.

Modern AUs

the terminal by coeurastronaute

Our flight information got messed up in the airplane company’s computers and we’re stuck at this airport for 24 hours.

somewhere i have never traveled by unicyclehippo

Lexa Wood doesn’t like being woken up at two am when her neighbour comes home from work. But, for baked goods and good company and the offer of no strings sex with possibly the most attractive person she’s ever met, well. Maybe she can make an exception for Clarke Griffin.

cause i know that you feel me somehow by reinclarkenation

People aren’t their mutations, her father had been sure to preach those words to her, but sometimes it’s hard to remember that. Sometimes it takes over your entire being, and with a force as strong as the one that flows through Lexa, Clarke knows that it’s too big of a burden to dismiss as a minor character point. This isn’t an ability, this isn’t getting a beer can to your hand by using your mind or making bigger waves when you go surfing, it’s a weight that interjects itself into every aspect of your life. It’s not something that you can turn off and on or control by yourself.

lifted up (where the sky hangs) by possibilist

hospital!au, because we all need non-tragic versions of those. octavia has very treatable cancer; lexa has sort of treatable heart problems. octavia meets lexa because they’re both stuck in pediatric waiting rooms for another year; octavia sets lexa up with clarke, her best friend.

You See the Smile That’s On My Mouth (it’s hiding the words that don’t come out) by heartshapedcandy

School AU - Clarke and Lexa fall in love at age five but take forever and a day to realize it.

bathroom stalls & late night calls by unicyclehippo 

A Clarke/Lexa fic where one of them either texts a random number or finds the others number in a book or on the bathroom stall in a school (or anywhere) and they start texting it. Turns out the number they texted turns out to be the other one. They don’t know who the other is. They both text each other until they finally meet each other millions of texts later

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Just wanted to share four out of five of my co-actors in our university’s play (It’s actually four plays in one show). We get to be female warriors who fought in the Philippine-American war. It is so awesome and they are awesome… and the whole play is one tragedy to another. 

They’re just not co-actors, though. They’re also my closest friends in the guild. I don’t know. I just wanted to show them off for some reason. I’m so glad it was these girls, in particular, whom I had to work with. I’m just so happy that we get along so well, despite them being extraverts and “cool kids”, and me, being an INTJ and a loner lol. I’ve never been sentimental before… Maybe it’s the years of being a lone wolf that got me like this?

This is not an official shot. We just wanted to take a fierce photo together hahahaha

It’s been a few hours and I’m already in love with this keyboard. I’m still getting used to it but it kind of makes me feel like I’m writing on some kind of incredible sci-fi gadget. I keep pausing every 3 paragraphs to say “…i’m in” like a cyberpunk hacker. 

Only For You[Smut]

Word Count: 3k
Warning: female!reader, oral, smut, dirty talk, daddy kink, very explicit ! ! !
Synopsis:Warren’s the hot bassist in an underground band, you’re a fan who was forced to one of his shows. He notices you in the crowd and you guys end up hooking up.  

A/N: this is my first smut on this blog omg sorry if it sucks I didnt proof-read it because it was hella long and I promised it would be up tonight

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Now it’s cold without you here

It’s like winter lasts all year

But your star’s still in the sky

So I won’t say goodbye.

I don’t have to say goodbye.

HOO BOY, this was fun to do. Cold is a song that hurts emotionally, but it inspires me to do things like this…which, honestly, is what Monty’s death really felt like.


I was gonna delete this but,,, ye,,
It really sucks ass so i didn’t continue with it. [Plus i ran outta of motivation to do anymore.]
I wonder if there is any YouTuber Dating Sim games o.o
Heck, it did take a hella long time because the layers etc. ;v; And i guess it gave me a reason to mess around with effects.
Again, i’m really really sorry it sucks ass. Now to do some more H2OVanoss videos ; ))