beyond the chain

anonymous asked:

What are your top five chrollo moments?

-cracks fingers- lets see

btw these arent in any particular order

1.

Originally posted by larvitarr

this entire scene with the mercenary was just so fucking good. for so many reason. we go from seeing chrollo chatting and playing neon like a charming, goofy dork to this cold blooded killer, and its almost jarring? in a sense?? how cold and dispassionate he is killing this man, because you can see that he isnt into it at all. hes not even thinking about it. hes busy considering all hes learned about uvo’s death and he chose a passive ability like the fish to deal with the assassin so he could busy himself with his own thoughts. it also just makes me think so much about chrollo’s love affair with aesthetics because the indoor fish are just so goddamn aesthetic and it shows that even though hes a fairly apathetic person (towards anything non-pt related) he still has his own sense of beauty and grace that he makes sure is reflected in his abilities.

2.

Originally posted by lozup

why indeed? i think this might be the most telling glimpse of chrollo we get, the shit with kurapika aside. our innocent progatonist asks the age old question posed to every villain: why do you do the things you do without any guilt? and, unlike every other villain, chrollo simply replies “i dont think ive ever thought about it. why indeed?” and you see hes legitimately put off balance by the question and the realization that he doesnt have an answer. its just so indicative of his personality. he doesnt think about shit that doesnt matter to him, hes never needed to think about the why’s and how’s of what he does, since all hes ever done was ensure the existence and well being of him and his friends. everything else was extraneous and didnt matter. every other villain always has some reason for what they do, be it that they consider themselves above humanity and therefore have the right to do as they please, or that they think the loss of life is just in light of what they seek to bring about– chrollo though. he has no such illusions. he simply does what he does and he doesnt think it matters enough to wonder beyond it. i just love how unique a perspective that is. chrollo is amazing. just so goddamn amazing.

3.

Originally posted by tsukyuo

ummm all yall know about my love affair with silvakuro and this comes as no surprise to any of you, but this scene in general was phenomenal because of the sheer potential it gives regarding chrollo’s backstory and early pt life. we know for sure that silva killed a spider and chrollo fought him, and that chrollo obviously has some ill feelings towards silva and silva harbors enough respect and caution around chrollo to warn the rest of the family about engaging with the spiders. we know that silva knows chrollos hatsu stealing power. what the fuck happened between the two of them??? was it a hit? was it made personal? chrollo didnt try to go after kurapika for killing uvo, so it couldnt have just been a simple case of silva taking out a spider on a hit. was the hit meant for him? did his spider get killed trying to protect him? was silva forced to fight a truly angry chrollo and barely made it out with his life in tact? i adore this scene because even though its short and mainly between chrollo and zeno, the sheer amount of potential is daunting. it keeps me up at night, guys. it really does.

4.

Originally posted by shishkips

hmmm chrollo looking east. he’s just had his nen bound and his troupe cut off from him, as well as the death of paku on top of uvo to contend with. he’s been betrayed by hisoka, prevented from speaking to any of his friends, and suffice to say, his entire world has been turned on its side in the span of an evening. and still, he looks east towards his salvation. i adore this moment as it shows just how good chrollo is a compartmentalizing. anyone else would be raging, crying, pissed beyond belief that theyd been chained up and thrown into the wild with no friends or power beyond what they can manage with their bare hands. But chrollo, chrollo is just. looking east. its all happened, there was no stopping it, what little chance he had at defying fate was thwarted by hisoka’s meddling. and hes accepted all of that. hes accepted it, and so he looks east, towards the salvation hes meant to seek. its so fucking good.

5.

Originally posted by yakumocchi

okay ive spoken at length about how fucking much i love this exchange, but its for good reason because i fucking love this exchange. chrollos just found out that hisoka has been lying to him the entire time, that hes the reason for uvo being killed and that he helped the chain user kidnap, beat, and bind him all for this chance at fighting him. chrollo would be completely justified in being angry, or betrayed, or hurt. instead, he accepts it. hes not even that surprised. because from the start, chrollo knew hisokas nature. his diatribe on judas showed very well how he views hisoka. its in human nature to betray and brutalize for money or power or prestige. hisoka did as hisoka does, self centered as he is, and chrollo knew that hisoka would do anything in order to get his chance to fight him. chrollo has no right to be surprised, because this wasnt betrayal. it was simply human nature doing as human nature does.

its so hard to pick favorite moments with chrollo because i sincerely believe that every scene we get with him is worthy of discussion. hes an endlessly fascinating character and his personality alone is so goddamn complex that its almost a crime to try and pin him in place. chrollo is incredibly dynamic and convoluted, a contradiction in every way because we simply have no grounds for comparison with him. the more you try to define him, the faster his slips through your fingers, ephemeral, like mist carried on the wind. hes as thought provoking as he is beautiful and i really love these sorts of asks since it gives me an excuse to get up on my soap box and preach to you all about my undying adoration of chrollo fucking lucilfer.

Full Moon - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Originally posted by spacefairytales

Requested by Anon - a bruce wayne/reader where bruce learned that reader is a werewolf and she told him to run because she cant control her wolf form? also a werewolf hunter is in town so bruce and robin has to protect her from afar so not to risk being mauled


“Bruce, do you trust me?” you asked sincerely, looking him straight in the eye as you rolled onto his chest. 

“Do you really think you would be here with me if I didn’t?” Bruce replied with a grin, resting his hands on your bare back. The two of you were laying in bed, having just woken up a half an hour before. 

“True,” you mumbled, pressing a kiss to his chest. You gave him a smile, causing him to lift his head to kiss your lips. 

Bruce laid his head back against the pillows, playing with your hair. “I have a charity ball to attend tomorrow, I assume you can be my date?”

You frowned, sitting up to straddle his chest. “Tomorrow night is a full moon,” you stated worriedly. Bruce raised an eyebrow at you, his hands sliding down to rest on your hips.

“Yes, it is, but why should that be a problem?” Bruce chuckled, sobering when you wouldn’t look him in the eyes. “(Y/N), what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you answered quickly, pasting a smile onto your face. “It’s just have have something tomorrow night that I can’t get out of.” 

“Oh?” Bruce’s eyebrows rose in curiosity. “What would that be?” You climbed off him and got up from the bed. Bruce’s eyes took in your form heatedly. 

“I have…a appointment with an old friend,” you explained carefully, giving him another fake smile. You headed towards the bathroom, stopping in the doorway and turning to face him. “Something I can’t get out of.” 

Bruce sat up, studying you. “Alright, but you might have to make it up to me.” A playful smirk grew on his face. 

“Oh, really?” you teased, striking a seductive pose before disappearing in the bathroom. “You’ll have to come and get me first.” The sound of the shower echoed from the room as Bruce scrambled up from the bed and into the bathroom. The door shut firmly behind him to suppress your laughter when Bruce came to claim what was owed to him.

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Legend of Korra: Zaheer [INFP]

UNOFFICIAL TYPING by ecoreader

Introverted Feeling: Zaheer is in pursuit of true enlightenment. His greatest goal is to step beyond the chains imposed by reality and attain a state of authenticity unbound by the limitations of social systems. Additionally, he hopes to exteriorize this and allow for individual freedoms for everyone by releasing the World-System from the conventions in which it was stuck, allowing the natural order (“disorder”) to take hold. He doesn’t particularly care about the chaos that this will cause, nor will opposing viewpoints convince him to think otherwise: this is what he feels is best, period. Nevertheless, he cares deeply about those close to him, his “band of brothers and sisters in anarchy”, and especially his lover P’li, to the point where his attachment to her is the only thing stopping him from attaining the spiritual freedom necessary to fight. His interactions with Korra and the air acolytes show him to be authentic (to the point of being a terrible actor), soft-spoken, and on the whole fairly considerate of those he considers capable of learning, though this demeanor depends on the situation. In season 4, when his plans have failed and he learns of Kuvira’s empire, he shows no ill will toward Korra for having survived his plans and instead assists her to overcome her fear and mental blocks; being true to his internal view of the world is more important than any petty grudge.

Extroverted Intuition: “When you base your expectations on what you see, you blind yourself to the possibilities of a new reality”. Well-spoken and metaphorical, Zaheer’s understanding of reality is a system in constant change, which he sees reflected in his newfound abilities. His greatest strengths are his adaptability and his willingness to pursue opportunities, even if it means abandoning previous plans (can’t find the Avatar’s location on Air Temple Island? No problem: there are other ways). While this can prove a weakness as it leads him to act somewhat erratically, he often manages to capitalize on the chaos he creates; indeed, the death of the Earth Queen was merely him abandoning a plan that wasn’t working fast enough and opting to further his goals on another front. This way of thinking also makes him a fantastic fighter: having never trained as an airbender, he manages to easily defeat far more experienced foes (such as the children of the previous Avatar) and unlock abilities that hadn’t been seen for centuries (flight), as well as go toe-to-toe with Korra. His quick thinking lets him stay one step ahead of the Avatar and land on his feet despite multiple upsets.

Introverted Sensing: Despite his adaptability and his view of the world as fluid, there are absolutes. Zaheer’s first move is to gather his companions whose abilities he knows and trusts, even though breaking them all out is next to impossible; his ability to capitalize on opportunity relies on their well-oiled teamwork and their longstanding association. He has a profound respect for the history of the airbenders, and knows it backwards and forwards, seeing them as a cultural institution which he is honored to become a part of (not so honored, however, that he won’t destroy their temples or risk wiping out the last airbenders to attain his dream of killing Korra and breaking the Avatar cycle!).

Extroverted Thinking: Despite all of his strengths, Zaheer is a terrible planner. His natural philosophy resists the very notion of order, and the same fluidity of mind that fuels his ideology and his martial aptitude renders him incapable of making a plan and sticking with it. Unlike every other major villain in Legend of Korra, Zaheer doesn’t treat his plans as a sequence of events that need to be set in motion; rather, he has suggestions of things that should happen. When he does seize on an idea, it tends to end badly either because he’s too impatient to follow through with the whole scheme (Ne unwilling to fully commit or seizing on another opportunity) or because it was so bare-bones that it failed to take into account obvious obstacles (the airbenders seeing through his disguise, the metalbenders cutting off his escape routes, Suyin being capable of extracting the poison from Korra’s bloodstream, etc). Decades of imprisonment failed to cure him of this fundamental weakness.

I wish to leave this place. Go somewhere, with no plans or whatsoever and pretend that the facts of reality can never tie me down to where I am today. I wish to leave, and go somewhere, not too far, but not too close to the few places of comfort I could call home. I wish to go, with no more than absolute spontaneity, and pause all the shortcomings and disappointments the universe easily picks to dump on me every single day. 

I wish to see something beyond from where I’m chained by the routines of a mundane life. I silently hope that someday, I could actually go and leave for no destination at all. I sincerely desire to see and feel what they mean to actually live.

I wish to find the meaning of home, and love, in more than one place–and in more than one person.

  • Scotty: I have an idea, sir. But I'm gonna need your permission.
  • Kirk: Why would you need my permission?
  • Me: OH MAYBE BECAUSE YOU'RE THE FUCKING CAPTAIN?!

Thoughts on KS Chapter 28

Sangwoo is clearly afraid to leave Bum alone, but also is beyond the point of chaining him up. He also seems to still be distressed, and can’t quite keep his charming public face on.

Bum is still heartbreakingly sad, but still prefers Sangwoo over everyone else.

Seungbae TRIPPED Bum, GRABBED him, SMILED WHEN HE SAW HIS INJURED LEGS, and SQUEEZED HIS CUT WRIST. Why is literally everyone so mean to Bum ;0;

Koogi seems to be ramping up for a showdown between Sangwoo and Seungbae.

Betrayed

Pairing: Phillip Hamilton x Reader

Warnings: implied smut, death, kinda long.

Summary: Y/n Eacker meets Phillip at a ball, and they instantly connect. Because of the sadistic nature of fait, he was snatched from your grasp.

Bam: hey, so, like I said I’m not to good at angst. But I tried! So, I sincerely hope you like this. Love always!

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You met the love and the ultimate demise of your life at the Winters Ball, like everyone else. Only, the peculiar case was that he was never your suitor, your courter, or your husband. No. That liberty was taken away from the both of you.

Dances, especially in large and unnecessarily frilly gowns, were not your thing. You were idly sipping your glass of champagne in the corner, trying not to vomit from the taste. At the meek age of 16, alcohol had not yet become something you could enjoy. You haphazardly looked at the twirling colors that radiated from the other women’s gowns, when an unexpected tap on the shoulder took you from your spell.

“Hello Miss. I couldn’t help but notice that you look rather unsatisfied with your current position. Care to dance?” The boy with curly hair and a devilish smirk offered his hand to you.

“Well, Sir. Your assumptions aren’t wrong. I would love a dance. Anything to take this awful taste out of my mouth, really.” You roughly set down your glass and took his hand. He led you to the center of the ball room, which oddly enough was the least crowded.

“I take it you aren’t much for champagne, then.” He pulled you close, to the point where your chests were touching.

“Well, not exactly. Fermented beverages haven’t quite piqued my interest quite yet. I do, however, enjoy a good fruit juice.” He smiled and shook his head at your silly comment.

“Fruit juice? A classy drink for a classy lady.” He added his playboy smile into that mixture of words. If it hadn’t been for his comforting aura, you would have been a flustered mess.

“Your words are charming good Sir. For all this flattery, I would certainly like a name to place to it.” He spun you elegantly before bringing your face within an inch of his.

“I’ll tell you my name, but only my first. I would ask that you do the same. I find that it attaches personality rather than wealth to a person.” He raised his eyebrows as to challenge you.

“As you wish. My name is Y/n.”

“Mine is Phillip. It’s a pleasure.”

You danced a total of four songs, then he led you off the dance floor.

“Would you care to walk with me in the gardens?” He held your hands to his chest.

“I couldn’t refuse such a gentlemanly invitation.” His eyes lit up and he led you to the courtyard. The moon was a mere crescent, yet it still shone its silver light upon the roses. He kept walking until you hit the edge of the lake.

“It’s a beautiful night. You know, Miss Y/n, it’s at times like this where I cannot resist my flirtatiousness. Though the stars shine bright and the moon dwindles valiantly, your eyes are far brighter that both combined.” He kissed your palm as you cupped his cheek.

“You certainly are quite the charmer. I’m pleased that you asked me to dance tonight.” Your cheeks were bright red.

“I hate to be to forward, but may I write to you?” His hands were tracing shapes on your hips.

“I would love that.”

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“Y/n? Y/n? Who are you writing all the time?” Your brother, George, was pestering you again. He was always curious to who this mysterious Phillip was.

“You know who I’m writing, George. Now please, do you need something?” You turned in your chair and sealed the letter you had in hand.

“Actually, I was wondering if you want to go to the theatre with me tonight.” He played with the ruffles in his cravat.

“Alright. I have nothing planned, and Lord knows I haven’t gotten to spend any recent quality time with my sweet Georgey,” you cooed. He rolled his eyes and made his way out the door.

“Be ready by 4, oh sister of mine.”

The theatre it was then.

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The theatre was packed, but it was a Friday night. You adorned yourself in a lilac dress to match George’s coat. It was a warmer night, and the breeze made it even more pleasant.

The show was very pleasant, until the end. The actors were taking there final bow, when the theatre doors swung open. You quickly turned around with the rest of the crowd, only to be met with the face of someone you’d least expect.

Phillip, your love.

His eyes searched the crowd and he stormed over to your brother, who was in front of the hoard of people.

“Eacker! I heard you were talking bad about my pops. You have something to say to me?” In all the times you had met up with Phillip, you had never seen him this enraged. But then again, your love was secret; never to be shown in public.

“Yeah, so what. Everything I said is true. Your dad is a lying, cheating, radical whore. I feel so bad for your poor mother.” You were appalled at your brothers words. Was this the same person?

“Eacker, if anything you’re the liar! I’ll kick your ass in front of everyone here!” Phillip was seething. You just wanted to go and comfort him.

“Whatever you say, Philly dearest. You couldn’t even fight a child and come out on top.” Your brother was acting so pompous, and it was making you feel ill.

“Duel me.” The room went still.

“You’re on.” You couldn’t speak. Tears were streaming down your face. Phillip walked out, and you quietly slipped away after him. He was quickly making his way down the street. He was hunched over and looked smaller than usual.

“Phillip,” you said weakly, your throat feeling like nails. By a grace to powerful to name, he heard you. He turned around, hard faced. He looked at you for roughly half a second before rushing towards you.

“Oh, my love. Please tell me you didn’t see that…” he buried his face in your hair. You clung tightly to him.

“….. you challenged him to a duel…” you choked out. You were tugging in your mind on who to side with. George. Phillip. George. Phillip.

“My sweet, I will make it out. I cannot promise, but my love for you will take me beyond the chains of death.” He rocked you back and forth under the oil street lamp.

“Phillip, I have to tell you something.” You pulled away.

“Yes, Y/n?” He cupped your cheek.

“The man you challenged to a duel is my brother.” An ear splitting silence spread between you. His face looked heartbroken.

“Y/n, I cannot sacrifice my honor. If you are asking me to back out I-” you stopped him.

“No. That’s not what I’m asking. I have a feeling on who your family is. Hamilton, if I’m not mistaken. I know you Philly. You talk about them a lot, and you hold them above your own life. You’re not going to back out. Just, give me tonight.” You closed your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder, listening to his rapid heartbeat. He pulled you away and looked in to your eyes. They held hope, love, but most of all, desire.

“Let’s live tonight like it’s our last.” He took your hand and led you down several streets, only to stop at a two story house. It was bigger than most, yet still modest. He opened to door quietly. Wait, this was his house. You quickly trotted up the stairs and down to the last room in the hall. He opened the door and closed it directly behind you.

You turned around, grabbed his collar, and smashed your lips to his. He immediately responded by picking you up and pinning you against the wall. He moved to pepper hot kisses down your neck, and reached for the first button on your dress. He stopped and rested his hand there.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He looked at you, concerned.

“Yes.” He immediately unbuttoned your dress quickly. This was going to be one heck of a night.

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You woke up in Phillip’s bed with no one beside you. Instant dread hit the very essence of your being. There was a note on the pillow, and you knew who it was from. It said:

“My dearest Y/n,

Words cannot express how in love with you I am. Your smile, your laugh, your mind, your body. All of it is simply indescribable. Even if I die today, know that I died happy. You have provided me with light in a world of darkness. Thank you for being my flame.

Love Always,
Phillip”

It was short and heartbreaking. It was already past dawn, so you dressed and rushed out of the room. When you got to the bottom of the stairs, you were met with Mr. And Mrs. Hamilton. They looked shock, but saw the letter you were holding. Eliza started sobbing and hugged you. You hugged her back but gave Mr. Hamilton a pleading stare. Eliza let go and rushed upstairs. Mr. Hamilton took your hands.

“I suppose you’re his lovely Y/n. I’m afraid he’s….. g-gone m-y d-dear.” He turned away his gaze, but still held your hands. You were crying, but no sound was being made.

“Y/n, he wanted me to give you this.” Mr. Hamilton pulled out a simple silver band. You stared at it for a few seconds before breaking down.

He wanted to marry you. He loved you. He would always be with you.

You put the ring on and collapsed into Mr. Hamilton’s arms and wept. You could hear his muffled sobs as well. You only stopped when Mrs. Hamilton came down, ignoring her husband, and took you to the kitchen for tea.

“He loved you, so now we will also love you.”

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Drabble: Prison AU
Series: Fairy Tail
Pairing: Jerza
Rating: PG13?
Warnings: Mild gore, nothing too deep into detail as I just word vomited this and haven’t even edited it.

**Please let me know if I should turn this into an actual story**

As some of you may know, my job is to transcribe audio files that customers submit for various reasons. That said, I have been transcribing a lot of phone calls between prisoners and their girlfriends lately, which is where the inspiration for this came from. I do have to admit though, listening to their conversations is really strange and almost dehumanizing, considering these are private moments I’m being paid to invade because their privacy has been revoked. I have to constantly remind myself that these are real people and not fictional media for me to consume. Anyway, here’s some fictional media for you to consume.


It would be rather ludicrous of her to act as though she weren’t waiting increasingly impatiently by her cell phone with fingernails trapped between solid columns of ivory, given that she was only within the presence of her own thoughts. Anxious flame raged further within her stomach, now twining with her ribs and their contents as the minutes stacked upon each other.

In ironic contradiction to her fervent concentration, the ring of her phone nearly caused her to leap from her skin. She managed to obtain the device with calculated grace, breathing a heavy sigh before answering the phone. She knew it was him. Who else would it be?

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72 DIY Bracelets. DIY GIFT GUIDE from truebluemeandyou. *UPDATED - all 72 links checked and fixed.*

This used to be 8 separate posts, but I’ve consolidated them into 1.

2012 was an excellent year for DIY Jewelry from bloggers. There are bracelet DIYs here for every budget and skill level.

For other roundups of DIY Gift Guides from earrings to necklaces to spa gifts go here: truebluemeandyou.tumblr.com/tagged/diy-gift-guide

  1. Leather Cuff from Think Crafts! here.
  2. DIY Inspiration: Rings’ Bracelet here. Old rings, rings that don’t fit, cheap rings etc… joined with O rings and a toggle clasp.
  3. Cardboard/cereal Box Bracelets for Kids from A Fanciful Twist here.
  4. Fisherman’s Sailor Knot from Etsy here.
  5. Chain and Rhinestone Bracelet from I SPY DIY here.
  6. Anthropologie Knockoff Weights and Measures Bracelet by Flamingo Toes here.
  7. Chan Luu Knockoff Bracelets from I Am Momma Hear Me Roar here.  
  8. Memory Wire Spiral Bracelet from Yellow Blackbird here.
  9. Two Styles of Leather Braided Bracelets from Maryjanes and Galoshes here.
  1. Wrapped Scrap Felt Bracelet from Bugs and Fishes here.
  2. Metallic Wrapped Leather Cord Friendship Bracelet from Dismount Creative here.
  3. Kabiri Knockoff Ombre Bracelet Using Plumbing Parts from inspiration & realisation here.
  4. Floss Wrapped Leather Bracelet from El Cuaderno de Ideas here.
  5. Betsey Johnson Knockoff Half Stretch Bracelet from Crafting Rebellion here.
  6. Easy Charm Bracelet with Button Closure from Wobisobi here.
  7. David Yurman Knockoff Pearl and Multi Chain Bracelet by Flamingo Toes here.
  8. Tie Dye Like Friendship Bracelet with Charms from Quiet Lion here.
  9. Polymer Clay Braided Bracelet from Delighted Momma here.
  1. Ladder Stitch Bracelet from Lima Beads here.
  2. Textured Polymer Beads Tutorial from Jibby and Juna here.
  3. Heart Friendship Bracelets from Purlbee here.
  4. Button Bracelet from quelinda crafts here.
  5. Masculine Bracelets Tutorial Roundup from Thanks, I Made It here.
  6. Book Page Bracelet from Happy Hour Projects here.  
  7. Knockoff Les Nereides Pom Pom Bracelet from Small Good Things here.
  8. Knockoff Matthew Williamson Neon Drawstring Bracelet from inspiration & realisation here. *All supplies from Home Depot.
  9. Hemp Twine Wish Bracelets from Happy Hour Projects here.
  1. Galaxy Cuff from Pretty Quirky Pants here.
  2. Braided T-Shirt Bracelets with Magnet Closures from Hello Natural here.
  3. Easy Rope Knot Bracelet from Belrossa here.
  4. KIDS CRAFT and fund raiser LEGO jewelry links. LEGO Bracelet from Hideous! Dreadful! Stinky! here.
  5. Star Beaded Bracelet from Happy Hour Projects here.
  6. No Sew Easy Trim Bracelet from Momtastic here. *Velcro closure.
  7. Rhinestone Embroidery Thread Friendship Bracelet from all the good girls go to heaven here.
  8. Woven Friendship Bracelet Using a Circular Cardboard Loom from Michael Ann Made here.
  9. Yarn Wrapped Rope Bracelet with Button Closure from cut out + keep here.
  1. Bead and Leather Bracelet with a Button Closure from Happy Hour Projects here.  
  2. Braided Bead Bracelet from Pretty Quirky Pants here.  
  3. Multi Strand Rope Bracelet from inspiration & realisation here. *You can use ribbon crimp ends for almost any material.
  4. Leather Studded Bracelet from Fashionrolla here.  
  5. 2 Easy Bead and Crystal Bracelets with Sliding Square Knot Closures from Wobisobi here.
  6. Knitted Wire and Pearl Cuff from COCO Knits here.Photo: inspiration & realisation who used this pattern.
  7. Hardware Store Brass Hinge Bracelet here. Top Photo: DIY from The Stripe, Bottom Photo: DIY from Sprinkles in Springs.
  8. Polymer Clay Chanel and Pamela Love Crystal Cuff from Dream, Create here.
  9. Diamond Hex Nut Bracelet from Trinkets in Bloom here.
  1. Diamond Beaded Bracelet from Wild Amor here.
  2. Braided Bracelet With Charm from Happy Hour Projects here.
  3. Leather Studded Wrap Bracelet from Thanks, I Made It here.  
  4. Gold Tube Bracelet with Sliding Knot Closure from Honestly…WTF here.  
  5. Gold Lace Cuff from Runway DIY here.
  6. Beyond Easy $1.50 Ball Chain Bracelet from Bettina’s Blog here.
  7. Pearl and Tube Bracelet from inspiration & realisation here. *Amazing knockoff of a designer who doesn’t want to be named.
  8. Jean Inseam Bracelet from Mich L. in L.A. here.
  9. Roundup of Fifty DIY Bracelets from Saved by Love Creations here.
  1. Bungee Cord Hardware Store Bracelet from Thanks, I Made It here.
  2. Cord Wrapped Leather Bracelet by lebenslustiger here.
  3. Easy Ribbon, Suede or Yarn Wrapped Bangles from Studs and Pearls here.
  4. Rose Gold Chain and Wire Bracelet and Anklet from Love Maegan here.
  5. Shell Bracelet or Any Charm with Sliding Knot Closure from Happy Hour Projects here.
  6. Sliding Knot Closure Evil Eye Charm Bracelet from Honestly WTF here.
  7. Cord Charm Bracelet with Knotted Closure from Passions for Fashion here.  
  8. Morse Code Bracelets Using Crimp Beads from Fall for DIY here.
  9. Rhinestone Wrap Bracelet from LuLu’s here.
  1. Spike Bracelet from The Stripe here.
  2. Ribbon and Silk Wrapped Charm and Bead Bracelet from inspiration & realisation here.
  3. Marc by Marc Jacobs Knockoff Sporty Turnlock Bracelet by Swellmayde here.
  4. Leather Cord Bead Bracelet from Happy Hour Projects here.
  5. Two Easy Braided Bracelets with Beads from Lines Across here.
  6. Fishtail Friendship Bracelet with Button Closure from Typical House Cat here.
  7. Button Bracelet from Cosmo Cricket here.
  8. Tube Bracelets Done 2 Ways  from Small Good Things here.
  9. 4 Easy Knit Cuffs from A La Sascha here.

This is a response to an anonymous ask I received about This Side of the Stars. The ask is a little spoilery (… for a fanfic, so, like, low-priority spoilers), so it and my direct reply are under the jump. However, I might as well say, in full view of God and everyone:

The sequel to TSotS is the next long project in my writing queue. I have a couple of exchange fics to write, and maybe I want to bang out some kind of weird PWP, but after that it’s straight on into the next part of the series. I’m champing at the bit to write it. You aren’t going to be waiting a short time, because I am not a fast writer, but it also won’t be indefinite.

Once that series is done, the next long thing on the slate is a Knightmareverse story that hasn’t got a plot yet beyond “something something chains something Anti-Life Equation something something”.

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Save the Boy

Band Member: Calum Hood

Type: Hunger Games AU

Description: You won last year, you fought tooth and nail to make it home to the boy you loved. But the person who came home pushed him away until he left. Now you’re forced to mentor him and perhaps kiss goodbye to the boy who loved you too.

Your thoughts were of the forest that stretched beyond the chain-linked fence. It was a place you went to escape. You wasted your time identifying herbs and gathering them or throwing knives at the tree trunks. You stared out longingly at it then towards the beach and ocean that skirted the edge of District Four. The television rambled on about how hard the times of war were. They claimed it was so that history wasn’t repeated twice, so the Dark Days were a thing of the past, but humankind were fickle and tainted in your opinion. Nature, on the other hand, was stable enough for you to trust. Your mother told you that you had healer’s hands, which was why you were less suspicious of the wilderness. You could almost imagine the soft grass under your bare feet by the lake your parents took you to when you and your sister were children. Your mother taught you to swim one summer in the lake since the ocean filled you with dread. You were almost into your father’s arms when you had fallen under the calm water from the shock that you were actually swimming. Your mother had screamed in horror until your father had pulled you back up and she’d hugged you close to her chest in fear it might happen again, that was your last memory of her. Alive, at least.

You heard the front door close and assumed it would be your sister. It was never going to be your father this early on Reaping Day. He was going spend the entire thing in the tavern, trying hopelessly to drown the memories of when you were reaped. You were happy to have the Victor’s house to yourself. Leah was the social butterfly, with a seemingly never-ending string of boys that chased after her. She was exactly like your mother apparently. Leah had to tell you stories about her since you were almost too young to remember if she even existed at all. Your father never spoke about your mother except on her birthday when he brought home a single water lily and left it next to their wedding photograph.

“No time to sit around, you have to be at the Justice building at two,” Leah called out from the kitchen.

She appeared a moment later, wiping her hands on an old towel. She’d had her hair pinned up for the ceremony which made her look even more like your mother. You were glad your father wasn’t around to see her. Leah looked worried again, the threat of you being reaped had ended but now you had to be a mentor, her fear had renewed itself but nowhere near the levels you were feeling. She was concerned the stress of mentoring would be too much while you were worried about President Snow, he wasn’t known for his kindness or fairness.

“You have to look your best for the cameras!” she argued as she walked closer. “What would Mum think if—?”

“If she was here? She’d want to know how her little girl was capable of murder,” you fired back before shuddering.

Leah flinched, she hated you calling yourself that. But it was true, wasn’t it? Twenty three children hadn’t returned home last year. The physical scars had been wiped away in the days after you’d made it out but the mental ones weren’t so easy to airbrush out. You still slept with a knife tucked under your pillow, you still screamed yourself awake – your only comfort was knowing the big house was too well built for the screaming to wake Leah and your father.

“I know you’re worried about Calum—”

“Why would I be worried about him?” you fired back with raised eyebrows.

“You still love him for goodness sake!” Leah snapped at you before her expression softened. “It’s his final year. After this, you can forget the Games. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

You bit your lip rather than retort. Your sister was so naïve and trusting of the Capitol. You weren’t stupid, you knew they’d take every cheap shot they could manage and Calum was a perfect way to get to you.

“Come on, I’ve laid out a dress,” she said quietly. “Dad wanted me to say good luck, he’s bartering the daily catch in the tavern like usual.”

“Don’t lie to me, Leah. He’s getting blind drunk to forget last year, it’s just a shame I can’t join him.”

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