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TAZ THING: Seven Divines

There were seven divines upon the world.

The first among them was Davenport, also called “the Captain” – God of Hope and Leadership, patron of sailors and explorers, whose domain was illusions. Temples to Davenport sprung up first at crossroads and ports, places of rest between destinations, the priesthood providing shelter and supplies to travelers. Maps were particularly sacred items to followers of Davenport; his holy sigil was a ship’s compass. Small shrines to him became common in inns across the world, allowing for those passing through to pray for fair weather, strong winds, and good fortune at sea. His favor was often gifted to those in trouble, desperate prayers called out in stormy seas or harsh blizzards; travelers would often describe the sudden appearance of a short man with a torch in the distance, his voice and features impossible to discern, but whose light led them to safety.

The second was Lucretia, also called “the Journal-Keeper” – God of Protection and Family, patron of historians and martyrs, whose domain was abjuration. Her temples were stark, domed buildings, and they rose first in major cities and population centers, then in crisis areas and conflict zones. Her priesthood, clad in blue and white, were dedicated to the protection of life from suffering, and took many responsibilities upon themselves: first responders to disasters, coordinators of long-term relief efforts, chroniclers of history, and absolvers of sin and sadness. Relieving another of their burdens, physical or emotional, was considered a holy sacrament for her followers. Martyrs were revered, particularly those who lived despite the burdens they bore, but Lucretia’s favor was specific – her divine grace granted only to those who sacrificed of themselves for the sake of others without thought of reward. Her holy sigil was a silver bracer, worn on the dominant hand, bearing four triangles.

The third was Magnus, also called “the Rough One” – God of Strength and Courage, patron of warriors and craftsmen, whose domain was martial. His temples (sturdy but humble structures, more of wood than stone) rose first in the Roost of Ravens, and spread quickly up and down the coast. Magnus often answered prayers, but he was not one for displays of power. He granted grace to the weak, rather than the strong, and to the fearful rather than the courageous – his power gifted where it would do the most good. “Blessed by Magnus” became a common turn of phrase, its meaning dependent on the region: unlucky, admired, or merely overly earnest. His priesthood were well-trained in carpentry, considered his most holy trade, but contained craftsmen and women of all kinds. They rarely traveled, content to serve their local communities. They blessed new families, built public works, and railed against injustice and corruption – rebellion, it was often said, was Magnus’ unspoken domain. His holy sigil was a ring, worn on the finger or on a chain around the neck, bearing etchings of a hammer, a shield, and a dog.

The fourth was Merle, also called “the Peacemaker” – God of Compassion and Revelry, patron of skeptics and healers, whose domain was nature. Shrines to Merle existed in nearly every tavern, encouraging offerings in exchange for “Party Points;” blessings which protected one’s lucidity and decision-making, and lessened hangovers. His temples were often mistaken for taverns themselves, though many were often built with courtyards or atriums open to the sea air – beaches were a favorite place for his followers to congregate. Priests of Merle were selected very carefully as vessels for his grace; those who held grudges, or who were selective in their mercy, would never find themselves wearing his garb. Forgiveness was a core part of their doctrine. Those who were wronged were expected to forgive, and those who did the wronging were expected to accept responsibility for their actions and make recompense as best they could. His clerics often served as mediators for disagreements, and his temples functioned as hospitals and dispensaries as much as public houses. His holy sigil was a book with a wood-block cover bearing the image of an owl perched atop a bottle.

The fifth was Taako, also called “the Wizard” – God of Mischief and Magic, patron of chefs and lost children, whose domain was transmutation. Any commercial kitchen worth its salt had a small shrine to Taako somewhere inside; it was considered good luck to pray to him before a busy night. But those who engaged in transmutational cooking prayed to him most fervently; one of Taako’s most common favors was protection from poison. His temples were large and ostentatious, the interiors draped in silks and tapestries and filled with the smell of food. His priests were caterers and caregivers, devoted to the study and craft of both magic and cooking. They provided food to the community; free for the poor and the hungry, at a price for the rich and well-to-do. They took on Taako’s penchant for trickery as well – pranks and jokes were prized among his followers, as well as personal beauty. The truth of his heart, though, was in their most holy sacrament: the protection of orphans. No child was turned away from a house of Taako. His temples became orphanages wherever they arose. Special emphasis was placed on the young and unwanted, who were fed and sheltered and taught his trades for as long as they wished to stay. His holy sigil was a pendant, bearing on one side the image of an umbrella and on the other a wide-brimmed hat – his priesthood’s signature vestment.

The sixth was Lup, also called “the Resplendent” – God of Fire and Empathy, patron of arcanists and adventurers, whose domain was evocation. Shrines to Lup were made with candles or braziers, and her temples (never far from a house of Taako) always contained perpetual bonfires. Offerings to her were always burned, the more extravagant the better – towns would often use the demolition of a condemned building as an opportunity to ask for her favor. But Lup wasn’t easy to please, and certain things were required to be granted her boon; a sense of humor, a willingness for excess, a rejection of cynicism, and a total dedication to friends and family. Moreso even than Magnus, Lup demanded moral certainty – certain lines could not be crossed, under any circumstances. (Though one of the key texts of her priesthood tells the tale of how Lup herself had nearly broken her own vow, once; it was a cautionary tale, meant to impress the dangers of desperation and so-called “hard decisions.”) Priests of Lup were not mediators like those of Merle, or devoted to protection like those of Lucretia, but hers were finely tuned to the understanding of others; they may stand against something while empathizing with its creation. Her holy sigil was a torch, ever-burning with a cold, smokeless flame.

The last was Barold, also called “the Lover” – God of Love and Devotion, patron of scientists and the curious, whose domain was necromancy. Temples to Barold (colloquially called “Halls of Winter”) were always near to houses of Lup, connected as they were through an unbreakable bond. His priests, clad in red robes and denim trousers, would bless weddings, perform last rites, and engage in what was termed “bright necromancy” – allowing the living to speak with the departed, or usher unwilling souls to their final resting place, or bless their remains to prevent any future meddling from less savory magic. Curiosity was encouraged, but to be engaged with responsibly: necromantic magic of all kinds was not a toy, or a means to power, but a tool to be used for the good of others, and with the consent of the dead. His doctrine stressed connection and dedication to another as sacred, “anchors” from which divine grace flowed into all things. Barold’s favor was granted not to those who devoted themselves to knowledge, but to people, wholly and entirely – as with Magnus, “blessed by Barold” became a common phrase, referring to those who were head-over-heels in love. Barold’s holy sigil was a coin; one side bearing his profile, the other bearing his beloved Lup’s.

There were seven divines upon the world, though they walked upon it no more.

And their influence would never be extinguished.

Reylo Fic Recs Under 100 Kudos

There are so many fantastic works and writers in our fandom that don’t get the love and attention they deserve. Here are a few of my personal favorites under 100 kudos on AO3, in no particular order:

  • Yub Nub and a Celebration Song by @mollymatterrs
    • It starts with a forest moon, a destined clash between Kenobi and Skywalker, and some Very Determined Ewoks.
  • Fragments of Light and Dark by @the-reylo-void
    • A collection of assorted Reylo Tumblr prompt fills across a variety of genres. Prompts are noted at the beginning of each “chapter”.
  • The Visions That Connect Us by @lariren-shadow
    • They’ve seen each other for years before they even meet. Kylo Ren and Rey have visions of the other through out their lives.
  • Just A Little Crush by @lariren-shadow
    • Ben Solo has been away from the Jedi Academy for a few years.   Now that he’s back he’s developed a little problem his brother is keen on goading him about. Jedi Knight AU, Four Solo Children AU
  • Retrouvailles by @mollymatterrs
    • Six months ago, Ben Solo was removed from Rey’s side and his uncle’s Jedi Academy to take up his mother’s mantle as Senator, and to act representative of the Resistance. He has already claimed the reputation of a troublemaker. After Han Solo requests Luke and Rey act as Ben’s security intel at a ball in Coruscant, it is underneath the pressure of galactic politics that her world and his new world collide.
  • let the silver arrow fly by @solikerez
    • Leia plays cupid, and fires a few misshots before getting it right.
  • burn sky until you see lines by @solikerez
    • He writes a letter for every time he feels like the world is shattering around him, and it is still not enough.
  • Midsummer Night’s Shared Dream by @shelikespretties
    • “We’re not on an approved airfield, but look,” she held out her datapad with the map of the crash location. “Xa-Tla City is on the other side of this forest. We can make it there on foot, and, if we start now, we’ll get there before the solstice celebration begins.” Kylo lifted a mocking eyebrow. “You’d risk the spirits of the forest?”Rey scoffed. “I don’t believe in ghosts. Let’s start walking.”
  • Spillikin by @ceallaigheirinn
    • “Forgiving yourself doesn’t mean you have to forget what happened, Ben,” his mother said. “It just means you can finally let go and move forward.”
  • Luminous Beings by @hauscrashburn
    • In order to become a Jedi, Rey must do one thing: Kill Kylo Ren. But how can she when her heart belongs–and has belonged to him–for years now?
  • Sunblossom by @kuresoto
    • When Rey stumbles upon the rare ability to cross into another’s dreams, the last thing she expects is to be propositioned by Leia Organa, the sole person she tried to steal from. The plan is simple: go into Ben Solo’s dreams and find out what is the source of his turmoil. However, plans are just guidelines, and getting attached, much more than she should, was never part of the plan.
  • Paradise Regained by @punkeraa
    • Where all fates of the universe are decided, there lives a wandering immortal, leaving behind in her wake dried and decayed things. Rey, bringer of death and rot, worries she will never find her place of belonging. Everything changes when she comes across a wailing immortal, the scent of spring clinging vigorously to him as fresh flowers dance in the wind around him.
  • Digital Barycenter by @maq-moon
    • “I don’t do social media,” Ben said haughtily.
      “Okay, Mr. Superior, how am I supposed to keep in touch with you after tonight?” Rey asked.
      He blinked in surprise. “You want to keep talking to me?"A year of online correspondence chronicles a blossoming romance, its joys, and its tribulations.
  • Coda Memoriam by @theauraki
    • Neither death nor darkness will deter her. | This is all happening too fast; the precautions she’d taken, the ones that were supposed to ensure her safety in case something went wrong with the ritual, have been decimated with one tiny flex of his power.  “Don’t be afraid, Rey.” He says it gently, like he’s trying not to spook a wild animal, but the look in his eyes is hot and predatory. Hungry. She feels almost foolish for the way her body instinctively reacts to it, but she also doesn’t entirely trust it.
  • Clockwork by @cosetteskywalker
    • He is young, and there are two things he fears above everything else: death, and clockwork.
  • Trick of Masks by @gio-zzz
    • After the last fight, no one can take their arguments anymore. So, an intervention is necessary. But, will Ben and Rey really put aside their differences and become friends? Or maybe something more?

My own Reylo works under 100 kudos:

  • Tall Tales of the Western Wilds
    • They say there’s three sides to every story: his side, her side, and the truth. No matter which you choose to believe, Ragin’ Rey Kenobi was the greatest bounty hunter there ever was.
  • The Last Shot
    • The Supreme Leader wants Lady Rey, Master of the Knights of Ren, to marry Ben Solo as part of a treaty General Hux has arranged. Ben Solo had turned his back on both the Jedi life and a politician’s life, and has an enormous bounty on his head from smuggling instead.
  • through the darkness hails the light
    • The Roman Empire, led by Emperor Snoke, is trying to colonize Ireland. The night before the winter solstice, there is an awakening in the old ways of magic. Rey and Kylo Ren journey to the ancient tomb at Newgrange for an unexpected discovery.
  • the taste of victory
    • She could taste victory, sharp and acrid on her tongue, like the tang of blood.
      Her lightsaber glowed red in the moonlight.
      She deactivated it as an officer approached.
      “I will go after the pilot. Alone,” she said, the force of command in her voice.
      “Yes, my lady,” the officer responded, bowing and withdrawing.
  • across the stars
    • After their encounter on Endor, the Master of the Knights of Ren chases a certain smuggler that she can’t get out of her mind across the galaxy.
  • Force of Light
    • After celebrating the end of the war and Wookiee Life Day on the Resistance base, Rey heads out into the snow to meditate. Kylo Ren goes out after her…and learns the true reason for the season.
  • if it were only the stars we had wanted to conquer
    • Amid a backdrop of persecution of magic users and First Order colonization, Kylo Ren discovers a powerful fellow magic user named Rey on a mission for his master. There is more than meets the eye with Rey’s magic, however, and she longs to understand her true calling. Yet her fate is inextricably bound with his own.
  • I am sending back the key
    • Rey’s mysterious new husband, Ben Solo, asks her not to enter his study. But who is he really and what is the truth about his family history?
  • Hidden in the Desert Sands
    • The prince ran away from home, and found himself in the desert. A scavenger’s kindness reveals more than scrap metal buried under the sands.
  • Wanting
    • Kylo Ren has wanted things his whole life.

Please reblog with your own favorite fics under 100 kudos, and leave kudos and comments for all of our hardworking authors! Everyone deserves some attention and recognition.

Language learning advice I should give myself more often

- I did not start speaking a single word of my NATIVE language until after 1 year.

- Language learning is not a race, it is a new way of life.

- Some times I will feel like I’ve made lots of progress, other times I will feel like I’ve gone 10 steps back. It’s all relative.

- Stop expecting to make leaps and bounds in a day’s work.

- I still encounter words in my native language, after 20 years, which I do not know.


- I would not think someone struggling to speak my native language is stupid, so native speakers of my target language would not think the same either.

- I know you say “I’ll never need to know this word” but honestly if you’re aiming for a high level of “”“”fluency“”“”, please learn it.

- “Fluency” is too broad a term and not a clear goal to aim for.

- Even native speakers make mistakes.

- If the content I am learning is too simple, I am not challenging myself.

- “If you do the same thing you’ve always done, you’ll always get the same results.”

- Don’t be ashamed for having an accent.

- I will one day in the distant future look back and think how amazing the journey to learn my language was.

- The journey is always more exciting than the destination.

- Speech between 2 native speakers is one of, if not the, hardest things to understand. Do not be disheartened.

Type-Moon MC Guide 2015 (Part 3)

Last time we had the special titles, now we have the most awaited MCs of Type-Moon’s most popular franchise: Fate!

Meet the main contenders of the Holy Grail War in all the different Nasuverse universes:

Updated and edited

Fate/Stay Night (All 3 Routes):

Protagonist: Shirou Emiya

Deuteragonist: Rin Tohsaka (relegated to a tritagonist in the other routes outside hers, but overall, she’s this)

Heroines: Saber (Fate), Rin Tohsaka (Unlimited Blade Works) and Sakura Matou (Heaven’s Feel)

The bulk of Fate Stay Night’s plot relies heavily on protagonist Shirou’s conflict with his ideals, his relationships with the three main heroines, and his dream of one day becoming a hero of justice or an ideal hero to everyone. While you have the power to influence Shirou’s decisions, namely which route to pick among the three and which girl he should pursue, or better yet, how not to land in a Bad End (unless you want to see all those wacky Tiger Dojo antics, which you can only watch if you deliberately get Bad Ends - we all know you do -), most of the decisions in the VN are heavily reliant on you acting like Shirou and not as yourself, which is proof that Shirou is not your average run in the mill vanilla self-insert MCs in VNs nowadays (trust me, some of the “rational” choices there in the game are guaranteed to net you Bad Ends). Regardless of what anyone thinks of him as a character, it’s generally agreed that Shirou is one of the, if not the most complex MC in VN history.

On the other hand, while we all know that Shirou is the overall narrator and main character of the popular VN Fate/Stay Night, since it centers on his growth in different ways in all three routes (UBW being my favorite overall), Rin is the second most important character in the whole VN and I’m saying this not because I’m biased towards her, but because compared to Sakura and Saber, whose roles may be minimal outside their routes, Rin’s importance in all three routes never diminishes, regardless of her not being the main heroine of Fate and HF. There’s also the fact that her development heavily mirrors and runs parallel to Shirou’s in the entire VN, developing alongside him even outside UBW, and that she’s the narrator and MC in both the Prologue and the Epilogue of the game. She gets to narrate several times in UBW too. Love interest in the route or not, she’s definitely the main heroine here, even if Saber’s the poster girl for the series (Dang you Takeuuuuchiiiii!!!). 

By the way, they’re also the selectable main characters in the FHA mini-game Capsule Servant, so there.

Them aside, Saber gets the bulk of the focus in the Fate route, relegating Shirou’s MC status to that of a supporting protagonist (he’s still the main POV, but doesn’t quite have the hand on the plot compared to the next two routes), while Sakura is the main love interest in Heaven’s Feel, as the “princess” Shirou has to rescue amid the gray morality he faces there and the dark machinations behind the HGW.

In Fate/ Unlimited Codes, literally everyone in FSN (except Kuzuki for some reason tbh) is the protagonist, unlike Melty Blood since FUC is an alternate retelling of FSN in each of the characters’ POV.

Fate/Prototype and Fragments of Silver and Blue (prequel):

Protagonist: Ayaka Sajyou (Fate/Prototype) and Manaka Sajyou (Fragments of Silver and Blue prequel series)

Before Shirou, Rin and gender-flipped King Arthur existed, there was the shy but strong-willed Ayaka Sajyou and her Servant, the actual male King Arthur, Saber. Being Rin, Shirou, and Sakura’s prototype (being the main character with a penchant for attracting people of the opposite gender without really trying, she’s Shirou. Backstory, magical potential, relationship with her Servant, and personality-wise, she’s a fusion between Rin and Sakura), it would’ve been interesting to see if Nasu actually went through with this project before FSN. Would’ve been fun, I guess.

Then there was her crazy older sister, Manaka Sajyou, who is the main villain of the main series and the villain protagonist of Prototype’s prequel novel, Fragments of Silver and Blue, who serves as Ayaka’s Saber’s original Master there. If you gotta ask who she was prototype of in FSN, I’d say she’s a mix between FSN!Illya (inability to grow, plus her sweet childishness and sociopathic personality but without her heroic and sympathetic traits), Dark Sakura (her scary, psychopathic personality, insanity, and her connection to the Greater Grail. Unlike D!Sakura though, Manaka was already purposely and intentionally evil from the start whereas prior to darkening and after a series of breaking, Sakura was corrupted whereas Manaka didn’t need to be). If the novel’s anything, Manaka, powerlevel-wise, is, according to Nasu, omnipotence in human form. Poor Ayaka has a lot of problems in store for her.

Fate/Kaleid Liner Prisma Illya:

Protagonist: Illyasviel von Einzbern

Deuteragonist: Miyu Edelfelt

It’s a world where Illya gets to finally live a happy, normal (well, not for long) life in contrast to her FSN counterpart whose life was anything but unicorns and rainbows, what more could you ask for? 

Because their backgrounds are staunchly different from one another, the Illya in this verse is much more relaxed (well, if you don’t count her exasperation sometimes to her friends’ hijinks), is happier (yay!), is actually a regular (by a certain definition) kid instead of the experimented homunculus we all love, and is much, much more genuinely heroic than FSN!Illya, who is more than happy to give you one horrific Bad End to the next (she is heroic though, but is much more sociopathic than Prisma!Illya). She’s also a Magical Girl here, so yay!.

As for Miyu, she makes an awesome foil to this verse’s Illya and their relationship as friends is really sweet. Without spoiling much of the plot, let’s just say that Miyu here is the Fate! equivalent to PMMM’s Homura Akemi with a dash of Fate from Nanoha mixed into her. In the Fate ‘verse? She’s basically Sakura backstory-wise while she has bits of Alice’s (from Mahoyo) personality down.


Protagonist: Kiritsugu Emiya

Deuteragonist: Kirei Kotomine

Tritagonist: Waver Velvet

(All three are at the center)

In this story, we get to see how big of a contrast Kiritsugu was to Shirou back before the events of FSN happened as an ally of justice despite having nearly the same dreams and ideals with each other, and wow, what a difference it is (if you don’t count the Mind of Steel Bad End in HF and his other, possible future self that is *wink wink*)! Fate Zero shows us the inevitable tragic outcome of events that led to Kiritsugu’s ideals betraying him and ultimately destroying him by the end of Zero’s HGW and before the very start of FSN’s story.

Kirei gets to be the main antagonist and deut as well for being in direct opposition to Kiritsugu and the role his growth plays in the story (oh, you get to see how Team Yuetsu’s formed too). From passive foe with deep-seated issues he himself can’t even comprehend, to ironically a conscientious, sociopathic villain who takes glee in seeing people suffer before him, Kirei’s actions and machinations throughout the entire plot move the story along while building up a climactic climax and destined clash between him and Kiritsugu.

And finally, Waver’s character development here serves to give us the more traditional and heroic coming of age story in contrast to his fellow MCs above who followed a more nominally heroic, and in Kirei’s case, descent into villainy route. The story puts in a lot of focus on his relationship with his Rider too, and I’m glad they did ‘cause they delivered their development well. Oh, and he pops up in the epilogue of the 2015 UBW anime too as a special cameo.

Fate/Extra and Fate/Extra CCC

Protagonist: Hakuno(M)/ Hakunon(F) Kishinami

Deuteragonist: The Servant of the player’s choice: Saber (Nero), Archer (EMIYA), Caster (Tamamo no Mae) and in CCC, Gilgamesh

Compared to most silent MCs in their position, the Kishinamis of your choice have an actual personality and you don’t have to fill in the blanks yourself to imagine what they’re like, even though you don’t get to hear or see them speak in the entirety of your playthrough (you do get to see what goes on in their heads at least). 

As for the Servants, well, let’s just say that their backgrounds and relationships with Hakunon/ Hakuno are of equal importance to the game’s plot.

Fate/Hollow Ataraxia:

Protagonist: Bazett Fraga Mcremitz and Servant Avenger (Angra Mainyu)

Heroine: Caren Ortensia

Putting aside the SOL scenarios in FHA which focus more on the FSN crew having fun, we have the main plot of Bazett, an Enforcer from Mage’s Association who wakes up under strange circumstances with no recollection of the events that happened to her prior to the events of the 5th HGW whatsoever. Discovering a mysterious entity known as the Avenger-class Servant, or simply Avenger, who happens to look exactly like a darker version of a certain MC, Bazett finds out that every time she and Avenger die, time would always rewind itself to the first day of the events of FHA, creating a time loop with some deviations in the events that occur each time. In the midst of it all is Caren Ortensia, a mysterious nun who appears in Fuyuki to serve as Kirei’s replacement as both local priest and overseer. Just what is her connection to that fake priest? To find out, play the game, or, watch Carnival Phantasm.

Fate/School Life:

Protagonists: Kane HimuroYukika Saegusa and Kaede Makidera

This comedic 4-koma series follows the lives of the track trio, and tells us what they did while the 5th HGW was taking place in FSN. Hilarity ensues.

Fate/Strange Fake:

Protagonist: Literally all the contenders present, but Gilgamesh and Enkidu get emphasized focus here

Both the novel and the manga have no real set main protagonist in this Fate entry since literally everyone gets the limelight and their own personal chapters with them as the main character, but Gilgamesh and Enkidu’s stories are given the bigger spotlight here, at least in the earliest chapters.


Protagonists: Ruler (Jeanne d’ Arc) and Homunculus (eventually, Sieg)

The events of Apocrypha revolve around the battle between the Red and Black factions, and while the moral alignments between each side would vary, it’d be a bad idea to make any of the members of either team as a central protagonist without any biases on the side they’re on whatsoever. So the best choice for central protagonist/s would be someone from a neutral faction. This is why the Ruler faction, consisting of Ruler herself and the homunculus Sieg, are the main POVs and the main contenders of Apocrypha’s take on the HGW. Seeing the events of a War they’re not supposed to have direct participation in (Ruler’s job as an overseer of the War prohibits her from directly interfering in it unless the Grail is endangered) through their POV is a breath of fresh air.

Fate/Grand Order:

Protagonist/s: Shirouko and Rin-kun, I mean, Gudako and Gudao (Ritsuka Fujimaru for the male protagonist in the First Order anime)

Heroine/Deuteragonist: Mashu Kyrielite

Okay, those aren’t their official names, but that’s what the official 4koma and promotional materials called them so we’re sticking to them alright?

So the mobile game follows their exploits as the new members of the organization Chaldea, and they’re tasked to save the future from its foreseen inevitable end by competing in many different HGWs throughout different timelines. They also have the ability to summon more than one Servant too (that is if Kirei doesn’t spook you, otherwise…). Always faithfully by their side is FGO’s main heroine Mashu Kyrielite, their beloved kouhai who is fused with an unnamed Servant who wields a large and powerful shield in combat, using that Servant’s skills to fight and to protect the protagonist/s in battle.

Welp. That’s everyone folks! Tell me if I’m missing some people or otherwise. Toodles!

The Brave And The Burdened

Inspired by @hellogarbagetime ‘s art and post

This will again be a multichapter fic. I hope you guys like it enough to stay interested :)

It was a warm, spring’s day when Captain Steven Rogers, the leader of the Queen’s commandos, set foot towards the troubled black valley and beyond on Her Highness’ command. It was a direct violation of the ancient rule, a betrayal of the passed-down treaty between the isolated kingdom of Mannahatta and Brookeland; the one which promised solitude and trespassing of none into the former in exchange of the unparalleled metals of Mannahatta for the soldiers of Brookeland. Steve himself had heard and respected this treaty ever since he had been a young lad, too frail to lift a sword. It had been unquestioned and a little unexplained but the people of Brookeland weren’t always known to question their guardians. Young Steve, with his large azure eyes and a sharpened jaw from all the blows that cut it in the alleys, had asked his mother once about it. He had been dragged back from the borders of Brookeland by Bucky, who had not let go of Steve’s frayed collar till he had deposited the lad in his ma’s lap, frowning and glaring like Steve had personally grieved Bucky.

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Candids [Jason x Photojournalist!Reader]

A/N: Soz about not getting this up right away and I apologize even more in advance if this was shite. This is my second draft and a repost (due to errors) so I hope it’s alright. 

Y/N = your name.

One perk that came with being a freelance photojournalist meant you got to take cool candids for your blog. One perk that came with being a freelance photojournalist in Gotham, meant you got to take cool candids of the city’s very own vigilantes in action for your very dedicated blog.

People often asked you why you didn’t work with any of the news agencies like Gotham Gazette or GNN but you had, as an intern and you hated the working conditions. You were on call 24/7 and your deadlines were tight and sometimes you were out for hours following the action. Instead, you ended up selling some of your photos to them whenever they need material.

Now you worked on your own terms and your blog was decently successful. People from all over read your articles and shared your work, even though it was mostly just you gushing professionally about Batman and his group of birds and bats.

You had gotten a cold from lack of sleep and a stakeout at the docks from last week so you hadn’t been keeping up your blog, but the feeling of drowsiness and constant hacking of your lungs had lessened over the past few days so you decided it was time to get back into the kick of things.

Talk on social media said Nightwing was apparently back in town so you wanted to try and get some good shots of him before he went back into hiding. With your gear bag, you headed out for your hunt.

Two hours had passed on your stakeout and so far, all you had were a couple shots of the Pioneer’s bridge from your spot. You looked around through your camera and noticed someone sitting on the ledge of the clock tower a few blocks from you. You couldn’t tell who it was but you were hoping it was Nightwing.

You drove over and located the back door, instantly regretting your decisions when you noticed how many flights of stairs you had between you and your destination.

“The things I do for my blog…” You sighed as you tried to quicken up your pace before you missed Nightwing. The door to rooftop was alright slightly ajar so you quietly pushed it open to see if someone was still out there and to your surprise, they were.

You had been hoping it was Nightwing, but it wasn’t. It was the Red Hood in all his glory, sitting next to the gargoyle. He was dressed in his usual leather jacket and red helmet. He looked to almost be, pondering about something. You quickly uncapped your camera and got your angle right but what you had forgotten to do was turn off your flash.

You should have been more careful but it was too late to fix your mistake because the bright light had caught the vigilante’s attention and before you knew it, you were being held at gun point. The Red Hood stood against the ledge he was previously occupying with a gun aimed directly at you.

You let out a yelp of surprise as your camera fell against your abdomen and your hands came up in surrender.

“WHO ARE YOU AND WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?” The Red Hood shouted as you tried to take a step back. That was your second mistake because he clicked off the safety lock of his gun and you knew if you dared to move another muscle, the next click wouldn’t be the safety lock returning to place.

You had heard the stories of the Red Hood and although it seemed less terrifying over your computer screen, you were nearly wetting your pants at the sheer thought of what he could do. “I-I don’t work for anyone! I’m a freelance journalist!”

“A what?” He asked and you trembled in your spot.

“A freelance journalist, I take photos of Gotham’s vigilantes and write articles about you guys on my blog.” You replied as you tried to sound brave but that wall came tumbling down as the masked vigilante walked up to you, gun still pointed. You whimpered as you closed your eyes.

Is this how you were going to die? Is this what they call “death on the job” because you’re not sure whether this is how you wanted to go.

You were sure he was going to blow your brain to mush with a click of the trigger but instead, you heard a slight snort and the gun being put back into his holster.

You opened your eyes slowly and looked up at the man in front you. You only ever got shots of him from far away but wow, was he ever tall and bulky…

“So you’re a fan? I didn’t know I had those.” He crossed his arms across his chest, adorned in with the red bat symbol.

“Y-yeah?” You wanted to tell him how he was quite well-liked within the community of readers on your blog but your voice faded out before you had the chance. You stood up a little straighter and gave a tiny cough. “My readers quite like you. They question your ethics but I might have accidentally swayed their opinions from that…”

“You’ve written articles about me?”

You were a bit taken back by the question but you nodded anyway, “Well, you are a vigilante, are you not?”

He thought about it for a second before chuckling, “I think I’m more of the anti-hero.”

You cocked your head to the side, capping your camera as you waited for an answer.

“I kill people and last I checked, everyone else sort of just injures them or knocks ‘em out for the cops to deal with.”

“But you’re still doing for the city, even if it’s not ethical… per say, you still get rid of the bad guys.” Red Hood shrugged in response.

The two of you stood in awkward silence for a couple seconds before he spoke up. “Do you have any cool candids of me to share?” You looked up in surprise and all though you couldn’t see his face, it sounded like he was smiling.

The two of you walked over to the ledge and you went through your camera, showing him the photos you had of him on your memory card. He took the time to admire them and ask about your job. It didn’t come as a surprise that he was a nice guy, but his funny personality kind of did. He joked around with you and even shared a few laughs and by the end of the night, you had long forgotten about why you even came up here in the first place.

He didn’t talk much about himself except how he died once and this was one of his favourite places to come when he wanted time alone to think or take up the view of the city, although he was very adamant you did not disclose that information to anyone. You zipped your lip and threw the invisible key, to which he laughed at.

Depicting body language came with the job as a writer and from the way he moved when he talked about himself, you could take from that the life of being an “anti-hero” was pretty lonely. You wanted to ask him for his opinion about relationships as a vigilante but thought better than to impede on his personal life.

He also took the time to apologize for holding you at gun point but you just brushed him off telling him you should be the one apologizing for trying to sneak up on him like that.

The two of you just hung out side by side as you took some quick photos of the view. Out of your peripheral vision, you could see Red Hood trying to take subtle glances at you, but you pretended not to notice. He was probably looking at something else or still tense from you sneaking up on him. After all, he was trained to be wary and vigilant of people and surroundings.

“Uh, I should probably head home to write my article… Plus you have a city to protect and all.” You smiled awkwardly as you packed up your stuff.

“Yeah, thank you for keeping me company.” Red Hood nodded along before looking around. “Do you have a safe way home?”

“I got my car downstairs.” You pointed your thumb at the door and started walking backward. “I guess I’ll see you around, don’t die again!”

The two of you shared a nod and you left. A hand came up to your chest as you bent over to breathe once the door was closed. Really? Don’t die again? Who the hell says that to a guy who once died? You couldn’t be more mortified at your choice of words, and before you could think anymore, you ran down the steps of the creepy stairs and got in your car to leave.

You spent the remainder of the night writing your article in your dimly lit apartment about how lonely the crime-fighting life can get. You could only assume how hard it was to find love and keep up relationships when you had bad guys going after you and your job consisted of putting yourself on the cusp of death every night. You wrote your thoughts down and checked it for errors before attaching the slightly edited photo of the Red Hood sitting next to his favourite gargoyle, Francis as he called it, before publishing it.

Over the course of the next few days, reads and comments poured in on your post, some agreeing with you and others asking where you got your “source” from. Many were amazed at how close and personal the photo was, stopping in the comments to ask if you knew him personally. You couldn’t address the last two so you just left them as it was and carried on with your other stuff.

The next time you saw him, you were catching Red Hood taking down a few thugs in Crime Alley. The photos worked out beautifully and you were just about to leave your spot in the alley across when he noticed your camera peeking out. The two of you stared at each other for a split second before you ran out the other side of your alley and drove off. The time after that, he was fighting alongside Arsenal to stop a drug shipment down at the docks. That one was a difficult scene to capture and just when you thought you had a good photo, you realized he had caught you once again and this time gave you a thumbs up in your photo. The fight was getting bad and the sound of more men coming scared you off.

You were still a little embarrassed about your awkward departure so you tried to make sure you always left before the fight was over, to avoid contact with him.

Tonight was a stakeout night so you were back at the rooftop a few blocks from the clock tower. The one that gave you a good view of his gargoyle. It was around two in the morning when you thought you had seen him perched in his usual spot tonight, but when you brought your camera up to your face, the figure was gone.

You were slightly disappointed. You took quite a liking to the red helmet wearing vigilante, but of course, you couldn’t come forth with that kind of confession to someone you didn’t really know and after your awkward departure, you really couldn’t work up the guts to face him again.

You were scoping out the rooftops through your camera, panning over for any signs of the bright red helmet when you turned to the side and yelped as the familiar red bat symbol had come into a close-up view. You let your camera fall against you as you bent over to catch your breath and calm your heartbeat. “Now I know how that feels.”

A chuckle came from him, slightly muffled from his mask but nonetheless loud enough for you to catch. He had his arms crossed over his chest as he stood in front of you. “Have you been avoiding me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, I told you I kept a safe distance from the action. I don’t want to get involved.” You defended yourself as you packed up.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, I would protect you if someone else caught you.” The cocky attitude was laced in his words and you couldn’t help but blush.

“Why waste your time?”

“Because who else is going to take sexy candids of me during my fights if Gotham lost their best photojournalist?” He leaned up against the ledge of the building as you stopped for a moment. “I read your article by the way. The one with me and the gargoyle.”

Your eyes widened as you blushed furiously, “And?”

“It was really well-written. You hit the nail right on the head.” He praised you and your heart swelled at his compliment. The Red Hood just complimented your work. The Red Hood read your work. “But to be honest, I wasn’t feeling all that lonely that night. I had you to talk to, and I quite enjoyed our time so it was a shame you never came back to visit. I was expecting you to when you said you would see me around.”

Your heartbeat echoed in your ears as you looked up to meet his masked eyes. “It looks like you’re closing shop for the night but if you get the chance next time, come visit Francis and I. If not, I’ll look for you myself.” And with that, he was gone. You heard him grapple away but you were still in shock from what he said to move.



Tagging: @a-fallen-little-pine-cone @cupoftim 

Complimentary Tag: @kindaace 

Have decided to just have Will faint like a damsel and have Hannibal carry him to their destination between scenes instead of writing so many words about an overly complicated escape process in the middle of the night. 

When in doubt… bridal carry out.

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favorite record (road trip au) - chapter 19

Summary: They have an old beat up Thunderbird convertible, twelve thousand dollars between them, and no destination in mind. This could very much be the worst decision both of them have ever made.

Words: 3k

hello I am back. I know I know. I haven’t updated this in more than a year so I bet u all are v confused and mad at me but do not worry, I plan to finish this fic this summer, so no more year-long waits (I hope!)



First Lick

It feels so….the moments leading up to it…kisses trailing down from your boobs to stomach, stomach to pelvic region…body temperature rising, some close their eyes, some look directly at what’s happening to them, and god forbid they shoot you a look of determination…eye contact…it’s almost hard to control yourself…once they reach their destination between your legs…you can feel them hovering over it…breathing slowly…warm air…and the first lick…nothing like the moan on the first lick…if they are doing it right…the first lick should be long and painstakingly slow and once they get to your clit…the linger there for a few seconds and then curl their tongue back into their hot mouth while looking directly at you to see what they are doing to you…like you better hold on to something…because it’s going be the ride of your life…

New York City Gothic:

-You are on the subway. Stuck between destinations. It is Monday. The conductor assures everyone that the delays are “due to weekend construction.” The cosmic shouts of the nearby mole people disagree. They know time is of no consequence.

-You are walking into an unfamiliar building for an interview. You consult your reflection in the ascending elevator to make sure you look presentable. Upon entering the office of your potential employer, you realize you are wearing your favorite pair of Timbs. You don’t remember putting them on this morning. The shoes are in great contrast to the rest of your overachieving attire. Your employer looks down at your feet and says nothing. He thunderously stands up from his desk, revealing that he, too, is wearing his favorite pair of Timbs. The job is yours.

-It is lunchtime. You are unfamiliar with this part of Manhattan. You try to map out your location by remembering landmarks. Like that Duane Reade on the corner. You walk down another block. Another Duane Reade. And another. Is every store in Manhattan secretly a Duane Reade?

-You pass a sullen elderly man wearing a hoagie costume, passing out flyers for a nearby sandwich chain. His glossy, malaise-stricken eyes have seen all things in existence. As you approach him, you graciously accept a flyer - an empathetic gesture no one had offered him in years. You think you hear him say “I bear the burden of knowing all. When the time comes I hope you are spared from The Infinite Suffering.” You can’t be sure for certain that’s what he said.

-A homeless couple rattle a lightly-filled coffee cup, asking for change. You drop the coins leftover from the transaction at the sandwich chain. They hiss. No. Not that change. REAL change.

-You are back on the subway. Four teenagers board the train at the next stop, setting down a boombox playing a rap song that reminds you of your grandfather. He was a great man. The teens are ready to offer their performance to the unaffected public. They cry out “Showtime! Showtime! You already know what time it is!” The mole people make their stance on time known yet again in a roar whose decibel could unnerve the steeliest of men. But the shouts are not what make you feel uncomfortable. For that honor belongs to the elderly woman taking up two seats, whose thighs protrude your bubble space. You just want to be home already.

-You wake up the following morning to find several stray dollar bills in your pants pockets. You know not how they came about in the first place. At first, you pay the phenomenon no mind. Later, you feel another dollar spawn in your pocket as a passerby utters the phrase “Deadass, B?” You come to learn that you do, in fact, have a dollar for every time someone breathed those words. You quit your job on your second day. You have all the money you could ever need.

Creepypasta #1081: In My Line Of Work, You'll Learn That Cheaters Never Prosper

Length: Super long

I’ve always found it funny that people like to call prostitution “the world’s oldest profession.” It doesn’t speak all that highly of the human race’s priorities, does it?

Paint on cave walls. Discover fire. Pay someone to fuck you senseless.

Get that in Latin, and we could engrave it at the base of every statue the world over - or better yet, build new statues, all shaped like giant brass cocks at full salute. That’s the human mission statement in a nutshell right there: here, we have two types of animal, the ones with the dicks, and the ones getting fucked by them. And we will always - I repeat, always - be the ones with the dicks.

Yes indeed, the world’s oldest profession. I can think of an older one, but we’ll get to that later.

It’s outside of a motel called Restin’ Easy that we lay our scene. Picture this: a gorgeous woman stands up against a sand-blasted brick wall, dressed to the nines in designer silks and a leather jacket. She’s taking a long, sincere drag off a slender cigarette, and leaving blood-red lipstick rings on the unburnt white paper of the shaft. She’s got the good looks of a 1960s movie star - a regular Audrey Hepburn in the making. Her black hair falls just above her shoulders, and sways gently in the night’s breeze.

That’s me.

The balding middle-aged man in the tan jacket with a face like a slapped ass, that’s Dave. Yeah, Dave with the greasy skin that tosses back the neon rays of the glowing “VACANCY” sign above us. Dave the big spender, flashing the wad of hundreds in his faux-leather wallet.

Dave the asshole. Dave the John.

“Crystal recommended you to me,” He says in an unbearably cocky tone, like I’m a new brand of aftershave he’s been meaning to try out for a while, “She said you do things no other girl will do. That right?”

“More or less.” I say, feigning a provocative grin.

When you’ve been in the business for as long as I have, you get pretty good at sizing up your customers with a glance. Sometimes, it’s necessary to survival - you look the wrong way in this line of work and you’ve got a seven-inch stiletto buried between the links in your spine. Sex does weird shit to people’s heads.

Dave, for all his faults, is easy to read. He wears a look of contempt, like he’s too good for the situation he’s putting himself in. He’s wealthy, and entitled. He doesn’t know why he’s paying for sex - a man of his stature should be beating the ladies off with a stick, surely.

He probably sells used cars for a living, I think, suppressing a smirk.

“What can I do for you that Crystal can’t, sugar?” I ask with an innocent flutter of eyelashes.

He grunts, one side of his mouth curling into a sneer.

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Winter Blossoms

Jumin x MC Week Day 1: AU

Ah, here I see my first story for the event week, set in the HP AU! I’m adding a request I got about them having complimentary Patronuses in too. This baby is just shy of 7k words, so enjoy! 

Another summer set behind her as the Hogwarts Express made its way from the station. MC wandered down the corridor, looking for her friends. She hadn’t heard from them for much of the summer, save for an occasional owl here and there. Last she knew, they had made a new friend with some girl and were enjoying spending the summer with her. MC paused at a compartment, a familiar flash of mint hair catching her eye. She peered in, to find Jumin and Jihyun laughing and talking with a young blonde witch, her silver and green scarf contrasting her emerald eyes. They were all too lost in conversation to notice MC standing there, and as much as she could feel the jealousy bubbling inside her, she chose to find an empty compartment and seethe in private. She set to sorting her bag and trying not to relive the way the boys’ eyes glimmered as they laugh at some inner joke. The way they didn’t even notice her standing there, looking in from the outside.

The journey was long and uncomfortable, she had never been a fan of isolation and couldn’t shake the hurt of seeing them so entranced by someone other than her. Jihyun didn’t sting as much, but Jumin…. She decided not to think about it too hard.

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anonymous asked:

"Love is ... [two co-stars meeting on set, falling in love & getting married]" Yep Donal, Mark, Karolina, et al, we agree with you. Love is beautiful when it's between two people destined to be together. How lucky Sam & Cait are to have REAL friends supporting them BTS. REAL friends who love them both enough not to spill their secrets until they're able to share it themselves. REAL friends who don't leach off their fame. REAL friends who protect them instead of exploit them. REAL friends. ❤️

yep!! ❤️❤️❤️

“Partner Digimons are exceptional. We’re always connected no matter what happens!” [Sora words to Mei]

And on my end, I really love that in this scene:

Koromon approached Taichi to ask this question; considering he was obviously sitting, eating with his friends with the other humans. There he could have asked this question to maybe just any one of them, but Koromon chose to approach Taichi to ask this question instead. Like he’s so excited and just want to share this with Taichi (being the first person in his mind). I don’t know about anyone, but for me, I find this moment to be a sweet/subtle to show their bond is still strong/still there (even without Koromon remembering) because this scene shows that no matter if Koromon have his past memories or not, Taichi will always be the first person he’ll turn to because they are connected through their bond as Partners, and this won’t ever change. Which links back to what Sora said “Partner Digimons are exceptional. We’re always connected no matter what happens!”

Like for me personally, I love the fact that considering they only just met again, Koromon is this open with Taichi, it’s like bringing out that sense that their bond was never broken to begin with. It’s always there, they just have to find each other again, because this is something that can never be taken away from them. The bond between ‘Digi Destined and their partners’ is strong. Koromon is even ok for Taichi to pet him:

And honestly, I felt like Taichi is somewhat sad here because Koromon doesn’t remember any of those times they shared in the past, only Taichi does, but he still tells Koromon these things anyway like he really cherish the time/moments they shared together in the past (T.T) :

And Koromon doesn’t understand what some of them are:

And when he tells him this:

Taichi was immediately reminded that Koromon doesn’t have his memories of the past:

You can tell that he’s sad that Koromon doesn’t remember but he tries to put on a smile for Koromon and proceed to telling him:

Taichi does know Koromon better than Koromon would know himself:

because he’s the only one who have the memories that they’ve shared in the past, but to Koromon it’s all new to him because he doesn’t remember, which is sad. Yeah, I’m saying it’s sad and I don’t like that they don’t remember because the feels man… However I do love that Koromon bond for Taichi was immediately reconnected, and to have these scenes, and to have Koromon being this open to Taichi, it makes me really happy, and it’s actually well worth noting, because why? Like I said, Agumon & Taichi (and this actually includes all of Agumon’s evolution, including this lil cute Koromon) is my absolute favourite in the original series. And now Tri? Yes, I do love them on my end still. 

I think self deprecating humour is fine as long as you give yourself a time limit. 

“Okay, I’m going to be sad, I’m going to allow myself to enjoy these jokes, and then I’m going to get over it.”

Refusing to let yourself feel the bad things is as harmful as letting yourself wallow in it. Let yourself feel it, then put it away. Move on.

Don’t hang on to it, but don’t avoid it altogether. 

anonymous asked:

Do u do prompts ? Cuz if u do... Vampire Victor & ice seller (its how u say it ?) Yuuri.

Alright with a little bit of clarification, I am happy to bring you this little ficlet ;)

Vampires were supposed to love blood. His family had been telling him for centuries that his tastes for human foods, especially sweets, made no sense considering his origins, but Victor simply didn’t care. Blood always came with a hint of iron, no matter where it originated from, and the taste had grown dull to him over the years. Human food, different everywhere he went in the world, had far greater variety.

His desires for flavor, in food and life, left him the family outcast. He had separated from them over ten years ago, never looking back as he began his quest to find a place to call home.

It changed every few years. He would find himself strolling along the streets of St. Petersburg or taking in the sites in Barcelona, but Victor could never find a sense of peace. Nowhere he had been felt like home and Victor found himself missing a place he had never found.

By chance, he ended up in Hasetsu, a sleepy town with a dormant castle looking over it. The beach was peaceful and the nights were long, giving Victor the perfect opportunity to explore the town without the need to constantly hide from the offending sun.

The days when the fog rolled in, thick and covering the town like a wool blanket, Victor would venture out early, covering every part of his skin with long coats and broad hats. He had discovered a rhythm to this place, slow and steady, without the need to rush between destinations. It was as close to home as Victor had ever been.

He had rescued a companion, a brown fluffy beast who he suspected was not the dog he was pretending to be. They lived together in harmony in an abandoned inn at the edge of town. The townsfolk assumed he had made the unfortunate mistake of purchasing the place, and no one ever questioned his arrival or his decision to stay. Despite his odd hours, he had become a staple among the townsfolk and the desire to remain increased with every sunset.

On one of his nightly walks, belly full of local cuisine and liquor sloshing in his brain, Victor heard the soft tinkling of a musical cadence. Following the noise, he came upon a truck, decorated blue and black and plastered with pictures of various frozen treats. The sweet teeth that existed as Victor’s hidden fangs vibrated with the anticipation of the sticky sweetness. All the ice cream shops and bakeries closed in the early parts of the afternoon, leaving them inaccessible and Victor full of desire for a proper treat. Eagerly stepping up to the side of the truck, Victor barely withheld a gasp at the heavenly sight in front of him.

A young man with flawless skin and ink black hair was teasing a little girl as he delivered her bright pink cone. His brown eyes were plain in color, but the humor Victor saw there made his still heart seem to flutter. When those eyes turned his way, Victor felt himself fall for the nameless stranger.

“Hi!” Yuuri called from the window of the truck, barely containing the gasp that wanted to escape him. The stranger was stunning, the type of attractive that would leave men and women praying for an ounce of his attention. Moonlight catching in his silver hair and the shimmering lights of the ice cream truck dancing in his icy blue eyes, made the man an irresistible force of pure lust. Swallowing hard, Yuuri attempted to hold the gaze burning into his own. “Can I get you something?”

“What’s good?” Victor asked, stepping forward to rest his elbows on the drop down counter. He was a breath away from Yuuri and could smell the enticing sweetness of the ice cream mixing with the smell of sulfur and something else Victor couldn’t place. His heart told him the man smelled like home, while his brain told him to stop being an idiot.

“May I suggest…” Yuuri leaned back into the truck, using the moment to gather himself. The smooth skin, the lines of muscle flexing in Victor’s arms, and the beautiful smirk playing across Victor’s lips had left him speechless. Humans shouldn’t be allowed to be so gorgeous, Yuuri thought to himself, filling a cup to the brim with cherry red ice. “Cherry ice. It’s sweet and a little tangy.” Pushing the cup toward Victor, Yuuri remained a half a step away from the counter. “Free since it is your first visit to Eros Treats. I’m Yuuri, by the way.” Running a hand through his hair, Yuuri adjusted the glasses on his nose. The lens had been replaced with fake glass years ago, but he continued to use them to throw off anyone who would suspect his change in mortality.

“Victor,” he responded, greedily accepting the offer without hesitation. “How do you know this is my first time?” Victor carefully licked the top of his ice, never breaking eye contact with Yuuri. He loved watching the blush spread over Yuuri’s cheeks and deliberately took his time devouring the very top of the shaved ice.

“I…” stuttering, Yuuri glanced around Victor and wondered why no other customers had approached the truck. Sighing, he again fiddled with the hairs at the back of his neck. “I definitely would have noticed you if you had been here before.” Taking a chance, Yuuri leaned himself back onto the counter. When Victor stepped closer again, Yuuri barely held back his yelp.

“Well, nice to meet you, Yuuri. I love sweets, but it seems that you are the only one who sells them at this hour.” Finishing his last bite, realizing how quickly he had consumed every drop of syrup and frozen shavings, Victor flushed down at his cup. His flush deepened when Yuuri reached for his trash and their fingers brushed together momentarily.

“Sundown is when you will find me,” Yuuri twisted to throw the cup away and startled when he turned to find Victor sucking the syrup from his own fingers. Wordlessly, Yuuri passed Victor a stack of napkins. “I work over at the Yu-topia onsen with my family during the day.” Not that he was ever outside during those hours, but Yuuri felt no reason to share this information with Victor.

“Sundown is perfect,” Victor winked, purposely letting his fingers trace over Yuuri’s hand as he accepted the napkins. “I shall see you tomorrow then?” Lingering over his admiration of Yuuri’s adorable face, Victor finally stepped back to preserve his own dignity. Something about the man made him want to sing sonnets under the moonlight. 

“I hope so!” Yuuri called to Victor’s back, raising a hand in a wave that was quickly returned by Victor’s long fingers flicking into the air. He plunked back onto the stool, feeling the excitement of something new. It had been a long time since he had felt anything at all, and Yuuri could only pray that Victor would return the next day.

Looking back only briefly, Victor began to whistle as he made his way down the road. He had been searching for centuries for a place of his own, a place that he could call home, and he knew, without a doubt, that he had finally found it in a pair of plain brown eyes under a mop of messy black hair.



It feels weird to Cas the first time they take it slow like this. Before tonight, every time they were together was full of urgency. Allowed only minutes, they wouldn’t bother with stripping, rarely bothered with a bed. Dean would press Cas into the wall just inside their motel door or hold him down against Baby’s leather. He’d use his spit, or Cas’, or his precome, or Cas’, or a combination of all to open Cas up just long enough for him to start whimpering out breathy little pleas that sound so much like prayers to Dean- and when did their roles get reversed?

But that was then and Dean now doesn’t pretend like nothing happened when they’re done. He doesn’t rush off, tucking himself in, to go do whatever they were on their way to do in the first place. Their fucking was like that, in between tasks, between destinations, right before- right before- a big battle or after a near death for one of them.

They’re not like that anymore. They’ve had conversations, plural, and now when they fuck it’s tender. One day Cas will call it ‘love making’ just to see Dean’s face scrunch up in near disgust. Dean will surprise him with a shy smile and a small nod before hiding his face in Cas’ neck and placing a sweet kiss there.

They’ll be used to it by then, the love making, but right now it’s their first time doing it like this, slow, and it’s odd to Cas. Maybe because they took their time taking off each other’s clothes. Undoing each button individually, with no haste, like it was a privilege to get to. Maybe because Dean doesn’t stop fingering Cas open when he says he’s ready; Dean keeps going until Cas’ begging becomes unintelligible. Maybe because when Dean slides into Cas unhurriedly, like they’ve got all the time in the word- and they sort of do-, Cas doesn’t feel the metal teeth of a zipper digging into the softness of his buttcheeks. 

What he feels is all Dean. All of Dean, maybe.

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anonymous asked:

88 Tae smut😍😍😍 pretty please? I absolutely adore your blog BTW 😄💕❤


Narrator x Taehyung

genre: smut

words: 1602

warnings: language, sexual content,  adult themes. Do I really need to say this? Don’t read children.

inspired by this prompt list.

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

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