black with red accents

Guess Who’s Back

Writer - @damndescendants 

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Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants

Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader

Summary – (Y/N) is the daughter of Dr. Facilier and is one of the Villain Kids who go to Auradon but when Mal returns to the Isle she goes with Ben, Evie, Carlos, and Jay to get her back when they run into her boyfriend, Harry Hook

Warning(s) - threats, if you squint harm/harassment hinted and mentioned, protective 

Originally posted by adisneylover92things

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I see a lot of “McNamara wears yellow because she’s the sweetest Heather!!! Duke’s green because envy!!!!!!” and that’s cool but also consider:

Red: Power/Strength, Determination, Rage, Leadership
                               note: we see Chandler wearing and owning a lot of pink things in the movie scene with her bedroom. I’ve always interpreted it being because she’s at home with her guard down and isn’t “wielding” her power, but since we’re talking about it Pink: Femininity, Weakness/Passiveness, Trust.

Yellow: Cowardly, youthful, loyalty, caution, lively/engaged

Green: Safety, personal growth/rebirth, wealth, poor health, disagreement

Blue: Intelligence, Trusting, Power, Felling Understood.

I think it’s also worth nothing that while we don’t see this in the musical due to the inability for constant costume change, we do see throughout their outfits patterns of different colors. Veronica, for instance, wears a heavy amounts of black, to the point where you could argue she wears it more than blue. When we see Chandler she wears mostly greys and white, Duke wears a lot of white to accent her green (and black when she starts wearing red), and McNamara wears black with her yellow. Veronica is the only one that wears outfits barely containing her color, if I remember right, aside from the short time Duke’s color switches to red. Related note, underneath JD’s heavy Black attire we usually see blue shirts, but towards the end they’re red.

Black: Mystery/The Unknown, Deceit, Depth

White: Feeling Safe, High Status, Faithful

Just Acting, right?

Summary: The reader has to shoot a scene with Sebastian, which would be easy if it weren’t for the fact that she has a huge crush on him. The sexual nature of the scene doesn’t help either…or does it?

Word Count: 1622

Authors note: I’ve loved this idea from the second it popped into my head! It’s so weird to actually write the actors and not the characters HAHA, let me know what you think! ( THIS DOESN’T GO WITH THE PLOT OF THE MOVIES, DON’T KILL ME)…..P.s I keep falling deeper and deeper in love with Seb…HELP

This was going to be the hardest day on set, no pun intended. Today was the day where you were going to shot the closest thing to a sex scene, and with no one other than Sebastian Stan.

You’d be filming a scene where your character attempts to torture Bucky, but Bucky escapes. Your character was going to be a real villain, which was the opposite of your actual personality.

As an actor you’d starred in a couple big blockbuster films, and you were actually really close with Chris Evans. You’d done the classic “rom com” together a couple times.

Chris was teasing you from the second you walked on set, “Ready for the big day?”. You rolled your eyes and gave him your best bitch face. He laughed, “Come on, don’t tell me you’re nervous?”.

How could you not be nervous? Sebastian Stan was one of the most beautiful people on the planet, not to mention how down to earth he was. Chris raised an eyebrow and you knew you’d have to say something to stop his train of thought.

Smiling you said, “Yes I’m nervous…you know how awkward these scenes are!”. Chris had seemed like he was going to say something, but decided to drop it. Smiling he said, “But Seb’s an angel, you’ll be in good hands”.

You laughed watching the smirk form upon his lips, “Nice one, good to know you’re not just a pretty face”. Chris laughed loudly, doing the left boob grab. You heard the two minute warning, and felt the butterflies in your stomach.

Chris got sincere, “Odds are he’s just as nervous, but don’t sweat it okay? I mean we’ve done some pretty cliche things, and we’re fine!”.

Jokingly you said, “Sure you’re not in love with me?”. He rolled his eyes, but started to laugh again. He did have a point, you’d shot scenes like this before. You just needed to relax.

You heard the voice again which meant you had to make your way to hair and makeup. Chris winked, “I’ll catch up with you later (y/n)”. You said goodbye and continued with your day.

Your character was in an all black bodysuit, with red accents. For hair, you’d been given loose curls. Your makeup was a smokey black eye and red lip to match, you couldn’t look more evil.

After what seemed like forever, you finally made your way to the set. There stood Sebastian in his Bucky gear, talking to Chris and Anthony. Chris whistled when he saw you, “Oh this is fantastic”.

You raised an eyebrow, “What are you two doing here, you don’t have to film until later”. They couldn’t wipe the smirks off their faces. Anthony laughed, “And miss this? No way (y/n)”.

Finally Sebastian spoke up, “Ignore them, you do look amazing”. Anthony turned to Chris as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. You looked to Sebastian, “Thank you, I don’t know how you guys wear suits like this all the time”.

Anthony laughed again, “We don’t look that good while wearing’re about to give Black Widow a run for her money”. You all laughed, and you did a small spin. Chris clapped loudly, while Sebastian stood there smiling.

Chris added, “So kiddos, how are we feeling?”. He was of course talking to you and Sebastian. Seb laughed, “This beats having to run around firing fake guns and dodging bullets”. You smiled, “Beats having to say all that mushy gushy shit to you Chris”.

Anthony whistled and Chris pretended to be upset, “Hey, that was from the heart”. Chris was kidding, but it felt good to laugh and shake away your nerves. The final call was said, and it was now go time.

Bucky would be strapped down to a chair in your makeshift hydra base. Before he got into his position Seb smiled to you, “Don’t worry, just let the scene take over”. You smiled back, and got into character.

You walked around the chair, before leaning over the back of it. Whispering into his ear you asked, “Ready to comply, or do you need Steve here for that?”. His voice was muffled from the gag in his mouth, now was the hard part.

Walking to the front of the chair you straddled him, “Come on Buck”. This was the part where Bucky would break free from the constraints, but Seb struggled with them. You decided to improv, scared to ruin a good take.

You smirked and lifted his chin up, “I’m starting to think you like this position”. There was a pause as Bucky just looked up to you, and you heard the director start to crack up laughing. Loudly he said, “That was amazing (y/n), keep that in”.

Anthony playfully yelled, “Cut the check” and you got up from Sebastian and laughed with them. You took the gag out of his mouth, and he started to laugh too, “That was perfect”.

There was a weird look in his eyes, but you ignored it. You figured it was just from the rush of getting into character.

A set man came over to lossen the bindings so Seb would actually be able to break them. Chris joked, “Don’t skip arm day next time Stan”. Sebastian just looked to you with a huge smile on his face.

You joked back, “Not everyone has styrofoam logs to rip Chris”. Sebastian gripped your shoulder as he laughed, and you felt butterflies in your stomach. Before Chris could respond the director called, “Action”.

You went back to straddling him, and he was grunting underneath you while trying to “break free”. Laughing dryly you said, “Come on soldier, you’re not even putting up a fight! Maybe if your precious Steve-”.

The constraints were broken, and Sebastian pushed you backward. He had you pressed against the nearest wall, his metal arm around your throat. Your character didn’t gasp or struggle.

Through heavy breaths you said, “That’s more like it”. Smirking you looked up to a very angry Bucky.  He looked down at you with gritted teeth, “You’re twisted”. With ease you pushed him back.

With your “alien” powers you had him on his knees, gasping for air. Sebastian held onto his throat pretending to gasp for air. With a hand on your hip you said, “That metal arm is really starting to grow on me”.

You were smirking like a madman, “Makes a girl start to think all type of things-”. By now you were standing above him, and he was looking up at you with anger in his eyes.

You fake pouted, “Come on, isn’t this fun?”. He was gasping for air still, unable to speak. You rolled your eyes, “Fine speak”. He caught his breath, the anger inside of him still boiling.

Once again the director yelled “cut” and within seconds you returned to your normal selves. You helped Sebastian up and he looked all too excited. He shook his head, “You’re incredible”.

You blushed, “Thank you…this character is really something else”. You felt someone pat you on the back and turned around to see Chris. Smirking he said, “She’s fucking hot..that’s what she is!”.

Anthony joined in, “I thought I saw Seb blushing underneath all that makeup”. Sebastian rolled his eyes, but didn’t deny it. Laughing you said, “Aw Mackie, at least try to hide your jealousy”. Sebastian laughed loudly at your comment.

Chris rested a hand on Anthony’s shoulder, “Alright, we have like two minutes until we need to be in hair and makeup”. The boys said their goodbyes, living you and Sebastian alone.

Smiling you said, “I’m going to go get some air before the call us back on to finish up”. You started to walk away and then heard him call out your name. Seb followed you, “I need some air too, mind if I join?”.

You shook your head no and together you walked out. When you were finally alone he said, “You’re really talented you know? I mean I’ve seen the movies you’ve done with Chris..and they’re the opposite of what you just did”.

Laughing you turned to him, “So you’re a fan?”. His smirk grew while he looked at you. Biting his lip he said, “How could I not be?”. As he looked at you, the butterflies came back.

Trying to play it cool you said, “Yeah I’ve never done something like this…I can’t believe how sexual that was” you started to laugh again. Sebastian caught onto your blush, “Hey, I’m not complaining”.

You raised an eyebrow and he continued, “I’m being serious, I bet the chemistry between us was obvious on screen”. 

You wanted to melt, the chemistry. Biting your lip you said, “Are you flirting with ( your character’s name) or me?”.

Sebastian laughed, “I’m flirting with you (y/n), would you like to go out sometime?”. You heard the call for you both to return to set. Playfully you said, “What a shame, I was hoping you’d bring along the metal arm”.

He bit his lip, a laugh escaping. You smiled, “I’m free later tonight”. You both started to make your way back. Sebastian smirked, “I think that gives me enough time to sneak the arm off set”.

When you returned to the set you saw Chris and Anthony all suited up. Mackie joked, “What’s got you both so happy?”. You looked to Sebastian unsure of what to say. Chris knew you too well, “Stan totally just asked her out”.

Sebastian looked to you and then back at them. He winked at you, “Jealousy’s an ugly trait boys”. Before anyone could say anything the scene began.

To be honest, Sebastian couldn’t believe that you’d said yes. If it weren’t for Chris telling him to “just go for it man” he would’ve been too nervous to ask. He’d meant everything he’d said, he thought you were incredible.


When Epsilon-Church is explaining why he hates the director…as he cycles through the memories of all the fragments, each corresponds with their trait.

“I’m here to remember what you’ve done.” That’s Epsilon: Memory.

“He was brilliant….” Delta: Logic.

“…and we trusted him…” Theta: Trust.

“…but he lied to us…” Gamma: Deceit.

“…he twisted and tortured us…” Omega: Rage.

“…manipulated us for his own purposes and for what? For this? This shadow?” Sigma: Creativity and Manipulation.

Wepwawet, Egyptian god of war. To differentiate between him and Anubis, he is often shown with a grey head instead of a black one. I went with gold, with red and royal purple accents and a golden arrow.

Wepwawet stands 9x12" and is for sale for 80$. Patreon supporters get discounts. I can take payment plans!

again I went the sappy soft route because Keith’s birthday deserves soft, that boy deserves all the soft, so please enjoy this offering to the Voltron fandom. happy bday, space sweetheart.

home isn’t a place

The mission had gone well for once; Keith had slipped under the radar and planted the bug before the sentries had completed their second rotation. All information was being forwarded to the Blade. The trip back to the base was equally quiet, Keith settling in his seat as he set the flyer to autopilot. Another day, another mission, another stretch of time where Keith was left alone with his thoughts. Biting his lip, he flicked on the console, feeding it through a proxy before selecting the Voltron Coalition promotional videos.

The volume was muted, but Keith knew the words anyway. He’d watched the vids near obsessively, though it did little to fill the ache in his chest at acknowledging his team moving on without him. Shiro leapt into frame, striking a silly pose, and Allura followed after. The sequence was one well known: they would soon pick up the boxed forms of the Voltron Lions and defeat a papier-mâché Zarkon. Flashes of light flared across the screen. Keith tucked his feet up on the seat, chin resting on his knees as he took in his team. Exuberant. Content. Hilarious.

He scrubbed at his eyes.

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Magical Wood

Useful in the creation of artifacts or the building of homes and lairs, magical wood can reduce expensive enchanting costs by introducing energies native to their species. It should be noted that working with an eldritch lumberjack will be crucial so you do not run afoul with the local fey.

Bluewood: Commonly found in mangroves and near coastlines, these trees are great boons for water-based magic users. Bluewood planks are extremely buoyant and rot resistant. They work well to create platforms and docks, but rarely last more than a few years if not tended to with aquatic potions during dry seasons. Bluewood is best used within a few miles of the harvesting site as these trees tie directly into the local magical ecosystem, providing a filtration of water and storm energy.

Bones of the Earth: An underground tree that synthesizes the glow of subterranean monsters, bone trees are pitch black and extremely gnarled. They often sprout up beneath highly populated forests, drawing down curses and hexes from passing undead and especially wicked monsters. They entwine with the roots from the trees above to create symbiotic relationships, exchanging nutrients and various magical energies. The wood is pulpy and soft, useful for furniture accents and jewelry.

Hexblood: Black and red trees with golden leaves, hexblood trees can be found exclusively in areas deeply afflicted with dark magic. They grow incredibly slowly, taking centuries to mature, so even small twigs are highly prized by malcontents. Hexblood trees exude a chilling aura that is said to corrupt or kill any good-hearted adventurer that gets too close. While this power is dampened once fragments are removed from the tree, they do help channel necromantic and lunar magic.

anonymous asked:

You're hilarious. What about voltron paladins fashion, can you comment/rate them please??

7/10 lined jacket with multiple pockets and gold accents, a blue hemmed baseball t shirt and standard baggy jeans. it’s practical and subtle. the overall color scheme suggests this boy is at ease with himself, with his body, and with the world around him. a peppy lad. unfortunately, the shoes are pure marty mcfly and i can’t look at him now without thinking about the 80s. (more below)

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All My Friends Are Heathens, Pt.1

Summary: In an alternate universe where monsters roam freely among humans, eight of these creatures group together under one roof. Their newest member, a dark vampire, comes to meet their reoccurring house guest who may be more than what she seems.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1973
Genre: AU
Warnings: Mentions of blood
A/N: This is my first attempt at an AU and my second at a series! Celebrating Halloweenie time with monster fics. 🎃💀👻
I really hope you guys like it. Feedback is always appreciated.

Click HERE for a little more character information.

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Title Inspiration: Heathens by Twenty One Pilots
Also, this honestly all started because of this damn picture. (Credit not mine)

Thankfully the rain had let up significantly by the time you parked your car at the bottom of the long walkway having reached your destination. Warm hues of orange and purple cascaded in the sky as the sun set in the distance, casting a soft glow over the large residence ahead. Grabbing only your umbrella and travel backpack, you walked for the remainder of your journey. Raindrops continued to pelt gently against your umbrella as you smiled warmly up at the towering manor ahead of you. It had been almost 3 months since the last time you were here and that familiar sense of security had crept up on you again. As unconventional as this place and it’s inhabitants were, this would always be your home.

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“Wiggle The Piggies”

Written for @impalaimagining‘s Cheesy pickup lines challenge. I chose the prompt:  “I need a picture of you so I can show Santa what I want for Christmas.”  Also written for @jensen-jarpad‘s Celebration challenge. 

Dean x Reader AU

Word Count: Just about 1100

No warnings (weird I know), well, maybe the title, cause that is a little weird. I drew from a bit of personal history on this from my time in the liquor industry, tending bar and working for my parents in their liquor store. It was a fun time in my youth when I was about 23-24 yrs old. So consider this is a blast from the past too!


You loved your job at the liquor distributor. It was just another office job, but every couple of months, you were invited to work the occasional events that were hosted by the manufacturer. This particular event was for Maker’s Mark bourbon. The top shelf events usually drew a higher class clientele than others, like Bacardi or Cuervo.

This event was formal, but not black tie, and you had the perfect dress to wear. It was classic black, sleeveless and had just enough shine that it shimmered when you moved. As you were on the clock tonight there was only a touch of cleavage, leaving more to the imagination. You had spent more time on your hair and makeup than you normally would have, but were pleased with the results. Giving yourself one more look in the mirror, you winked at your reflection before leaving the bathroom. You dug your black open toe heels out of the closet and a slinky shawl, then grabbed your keys and clutch, ready to head out the door.

You were just pulling into your parking spot at the hotel when your phone dinged. Checking it quickly, you saw it was a text from your friend and coworker, Laura, telling you about all the hot guys this event was drawing already. Texting her back your reply that you were headed inside, you locked up your car and made your way to the main ballroom.

You were taken aback at the expense these companies went to when it came to entertaining. The room was ablaze with twinkling lights and the room had been decorated exquisitely. The table linens were black, accented in gold and red. Each table had a Maker’s Mark bottle in the center, acting as a candle holder with a gold and black ‘40′ on each bottle. 

This wasn’t just the launch of their new product line, but also the 40th anniversary of the first bottled run of Maker’s Mark. This was a big shindig and it was the who’s who of the liquor industry in Minneapolis. It was your goal to move up in the company and tonight would be ripe for exposure. Everyone getting a sample would pass by your table. 

You strode gracefully to the table that had been set up for tasting near the back of the room. You and Laura were there to serve guests samples of the new line tonight, along with Maker’s Mark. You had to admit there were more than a few attractive men at this event, but you had to remind yourself that you were here to work, not find the next Mr. Right Now.

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Riverdale Photo CrackCap 108

Subtitled: In Which Betty Realizes She Really, Really REALLY Wants the D. Like Yesterday

Okay, Betty…..slip your fingers up his thigh a bit further…..cause I don’t care if Juggie had a 6 episode/6 month/6 year plan to “get” me, I am gonna be tapping this boy’s sweet ass and finding out if things are as rock hard everywhere as they seem to be in a 6 DAY or less plan!!!

Where’s my other, pregnant daughter you young hooligans???? BETTY!!! Why is your hand almost in “Jug” “Head’s” crotch????

DW, Mrs. Cooper….Gossip Ghey (that’s me) says they’re now “boyfriend and girlfriend” and your daughter really wants Juggie’s D

Thanks for all your “help” Kevin!!! And dammit, Mom….now my 6 day plan is at least 7 days and I’m really not sure I’m gonna last that long!

Juggie: massive erection??…WHAT massive erection? I’m totally not ridiculously aroused, like 24/7…My arm’s just here cause I like it that way….now….how do I get Betty to go to that closet under the stairs with me….and will she be disappointed?? I mean, I kinda feel like I don’t know what I’m doing and I kinda want it all to be massively incredible for her. But I’m also jacking off non-stop cause I’m soooooo turned on I can’t even….

IDGAF. Just here for the bby…..

Juggie…I see your pants getting tighter and trust me, I don’t think you’ll be “disappointing” me when I finally get you alone and tear your clothes off….Oh, BTW, I’m gonna leave my hand in your lap for now…yep….I don’t anticipate any problems….

Betty, why is your hand under the table? Is this part of that “new thing” you guys won’t let me do with you? Oh, BTW, Betty….since you apparently now love Juggie, I want you! And sorry, Juggie, we’ll still be BFFs, riiigghttt??? Even after I’m an even bigger douche to you!

Oh don’t worry, Ronnie…once I’ve broken up their very happy and almost spiritually loving connection/bond thing, I’ll be shortly bored of Betty here and dump her ass….and then you’ll get ANOTHER 7 minutes in heaven with Archiekins!!! But ya know, there’s only so much of me to go around, amirite, ladies???

Why am I interested in this ginger jackass again? And how am I not cold?

Betty, now neither of them can sit with us. And yes, that’s MY hand in YOUR lap, returning the favor…<3333333….do you like closets under stairs? Or do you think your parents might go away any time soon????

Remember when we used to be friends, Alice?

Before we started fighting over that wrinkly contractor who looks like a monkey and is dumber than one, I became a trophy wife and stole your daughter? Maybe we can fix that….

OMG!!! My bby!!! Let’s make up and have the awesomest day EVER!!! No drama, riiiigghttt???

Surprise, bitches!!! Per usual, my attire is more suited to a cocktail party and I’ve brought my twin’s spawn a baby hearse carriage, in a style out of use for over 40 years!!!

Uhhhh…..Hi Mrs. Blossom….I see you share your daughter’s inappropriate fashion sense. I’d think a fancee rich society lady would know red with black accents isn’t really “done” at baby showers…

She’s right, mother. And if I wasn’t judging someone else, I’d totally be judging you, rn—-look at how much wine our hostess needs already

Meeoooowwww!!!! HISSSSS!!!!

Oh, Polly, dear….glad to see you have the ring!!! Shall I tell you how I actually murdered Jason because A) he’s Fred’s kid, not my son’s and B) even still, no fucking way was any Blossom EVER gonna marry any Cooper….but I’m not a baby killer, so you were off the table? And too difficult to get to, anyway? Yes…..Sheriff Roscoe helped me….cause I’m the REAL Boss Hogg around here!

Ohhh….mannnnn…..I wasn’t sure about being the only dude at this super girly shit…but this is aaammaaazzinnggg….cupcakes and other snacks, cat fights to entertain, that creepy old bag outing herself as Jason’s murderer….making out with my wife in front of everyone…..soooooo happpeeeee…..

Well, here I am to show my ass and ruin the day for ya, Jughead!!!

Archie, can you NOT???? Every time my hair is down and I look super pretty, you have to go and wreck it all. We all know I love Juggie and this will only serve to bring us closer, so can you please stop interrupting us when we’re “doing stuff that people who have gone through what we have do”????



This is a shortened version of an idea I had for a full series. I turned it into a oneshot, but if you all like it, let me know and I’ll write the full series when I finish some one of my current series.

The bright and vibrant colors, the ornate tapestries that hung about the exquisite architecture, the beautiful and glamorous people that filled the marbled halls, giving it a sort of ghostly, haunting life with their laughter and chatter. It all made him sick. Gabriel stood off in a corner, hesitant to enter the dazzling light of the ballroom, eyes scanning the room meticulously in search of any threats or signs their cover had been blown. All around him were drunken revelers, cackling and chortling at their dry humor and ill perceived wit.

Letting out a low growl, the man shifted in his heavy and overheated costume, checking again to make sure his skull mask was fastened securely. The last thing he needed was for it to slip. All the other guests were also in masks, splendid and ornate. But then, that was the point of a masquerade ball.

Somewhere, amongst this writhing mass, was their target. A high ranking general, the man was making great strides to avoid a war with the Omnics, doing everything in his power to help Overwatch build back up into the great force it once was. With all the masked figures about, a stealthy assassination would be easy, they just had to find him first.

Sombra and Amélie were flirting their way through the crowd in an attempt to play to the general’s ego. Meanwhile, Akande was impressively social. Despite his intimidating stature and demeanor, he was a very easy man to converse with, maneuvering social situations with ease and charm. He could be seen, standing nearly a foot over the other merrymakers, tilting his head back with a hearty laugh as all around him hooted along in great amusement.

That just left Gabriel. Grumpy, unsociable, uncomfortable Gabriel.

He didn’t know why he needed to be there. Stealth wasn’t his forte and he was never good at maneuvering social event. Even in his days at Overwatch, he had usual spent his time at these events at the open bar, drinking till Jack or Ana dragged him off, sick of him making a scene. But he couldn’t do that here. There was too much at stake.

Again, his eyes swept over the masses, studying the various masks in an attempt to discern which one hid his target, but to no avail. Several minutes passed in much the same manner, till finally, Akande approached him, smile bright and welcoming in its deception.

“Any luck?” Turning to look up at the man that towered over him, Gabriel let a disgruntled hum slip past his mask. “Well maybe if you actually got out into the crowd, you would have some better luck.” Face half covered by his mask of a rhino, Gabriel could tell by the purse to the man’s lips that he was in business mode.

“Why did you even need me to come along? I am of no use in these scenarios.” The shorter man grumbled.

“This mission is too important. I want as many pieces in play as possible. Plus, this is a mission you can actually blend in on.” Sparing the other a jovial grin, Akande wasn’t surprised when the shorter man just spared him a disgruntled growl, turning his attention back to the drunken partygoers. “Go out into the crowd, socialize, you’ll be of more use that way.” The dark man stated flatly as he turned to take his leave. “Besides, you look suspicious just sulking in the corner.”

As much as he hated to admit it, Gabriel knew the other was right. Resolving that tonight was going to be nothing more than a miserable experience, he straightened himself with a huff. The sooner he could find General O’Sullivan and kill him the sooner this could end. So the man stepped down from his elevated perch, moving to mix with the swarm of debauchery and sin.

Wading his way into the crowd, Gabriel grimaced beneath the mask at all the drunken fools that jostled about. Despite his discomfort, he did his best to discern the identities of the many guests, keeping to the outer ring to avoid the dancing that consumed the center. There were celebrities, politicians, businessmen and performers, all swaying about the room in disjointed patterns. But try as he might, the man had no success over the course of the next hour.

Frustrated and hot, Gabriel prepared to make his way back to his corner, checking his mask again as he pushed past a particularly drunken fool that clambered up the grand stairs a few steps to look out over the crowd. The Talon agent only faltered when he heard the man’s booming voice ringing out from behind him.

“Ladies and gentlemen. It is my pleasure to introduce to you, our esteemed guest of the evening, and one of the loveliest women I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. Now, when I invited you all here, did I not tell you that I would be bringing one of the brightest stars to shine today? And many of you doubted me. And now, singing for you tonight, le joyau de Paris.”

Applause erupted all around Gabriel as all heads turned in the same direction, eager to catch a glance of this renowned woman. At the top of the stairs appeared a young looking woman, shapely and glowing under the rosey lights that illuminated her. Her gown was black with ornate red accents, her mask covering only the upper portion of her features with the face of a demon, two large twisting horns sprouting from her hair. Many cheered as she came into sight, men whistling, women trying to look disinterested.

Gabriel had never heard of her. She looked a bit young to be so well celebrated by such famous and influential people. But then she began to sing.

As the music played, Gabriel felt himself holding his breath, eyes transfixed on the woman as her lilting voice carried him to a far away place, where it was only the two of them and her song was sung for his ears alone. It was like nothing he had ever heard. More real and haunting and ethereal than anything he had experienced before. Everything around him faded away, and all his senses were overwhelmed by her. Her voice, so soothing, so effeminate and lyrical. Smoother than satin and sweeter than even the greatest treats, Gabriel felt his heart begin to melt, swelling and souring with the notes she carried. Never before had he been so enamored, so swept away by feelings, unexplainable and all consuming.

As her song came to an end, the man found himself paralyzed, unable to look away as she glided down the steps towards him, mind still playing the sound of her angelic voice over and over again in his head. He felt compelled to move towards her, to speak to her, to hear more of that inspiring voice. But as her lips pursed, eyes sharp and displeased, a sense of intimidation never before felt took over the man. As her eyes locked on him, Gabriel was consumed by a feeling of nervous excitement that he hadn’t felt since he was sixteen. With hurried step, the woman came to stand directly in front of him, assertive and forceful as she spoke.

That is how you met him.

“Would you dance with me?” You asked, tone sharp, as if it wasn’t really a question and more of an order.

“Huh?” Was all he could think to say in response, so caught off guard by your directness.

“Please?” Your eyes pleaded with him. While Gabriel struggling for a response, another man came over to interject himself into the conversation.

“My dear. You simple must dance with me. I do believe this will be the night you finally fall in love with me.” The man was trim, well built, but something in the way he carried himself and the exaggerated expense of his costume left Gabriel with a sour taste for the man. Arrogance, the man reeked of it, looking down at you as one would a steak or fancy car.

“I’m sorry Monsieur. I’m afraid I’ve already promised this man my hand for the evening.” Suddenly taking Gabriel’s arm, you were quick to move to his side, smile forced as you regarded the other.

“Oh, I’m sure he won’t mind. Would you, Sir?” The man stated, reaching a hand out for you to take. It was then that Gabriel seemed to wake up.

“Actually, I would.” Putting his hand over yours, he moved you back, putting space between you and the pushy man. “So shove off.” You were surprised by his response, but said nothing as he put himself between you and the annoying man who sought to court you.

Moving you to the dance floor, Gabriel’s brain was in a panic, running over thousands of routes and possible outcomes this could have, not sure where to take this or what was happening as he moved into position to dance with you. He didn’t dance. Even in his days at Overwatch, he had always refused, turning away countless offers in favor of sulking at the bar. What was he doing? But as he looked at your eyes, dazzling with a sort of gravity as they looked up at him compliantly, he felt compelled to keep this going as long as he could. Just a little bit longer.

With ill practiced steps, he began to lead you in time with the music, focus split between your eyes, and not stepping on your feet. It was jerky and lacked finesse, but he managed, doing his best to calm his beating heart.

The two of you swayed in time to the music, not speaking a word as you turned about the dance floor, many envious eyes on you. You were light on your feet, Gabriel noted. Probably well practiced and experienced in this type of world, you seemed to glow before him. He tried to think of something to say, something that would start up a conversation, gain your attention, before you were swept away by another.

“Your voice is beautiful.” He muttered without confidence. You smiled graciously, this sort of compliment very common for you.

“Thank you.” Despite the masses that churned about the two of you, your eyes were only on him, giving Gabriel your undivided attention as those beautiful eyes inspired him with feelings of appreciation and contentment.

“So… you’re a singer?” He asked, not wanting the conversation to lull. You looked at him confused, questioning how someone attending such a party could be clueless as to who you were.

“Yes. Opera.” You stated, sparing him a hesitant, yet sincere smile. You found yourself very at ease with the man. His awkward attempts at tête-à-tête and lack of social graces refreshing, leaving you with the impression of a genuine man.

“Opera? I didn’t think young people were into opera anymore.” His tone was incredulous as he spun you beneath his arm then back again. “Hell, most people my age don’t like it.”

“I take it you are not a fan.” You chuckled, enjoying his honesty amongst the sea of pretense. Despite his mask and costume, that covered every inch of him, you felt the man bare himself more open than anyone around you.

“No. Too boring.” He grumbled, eyes briefly scanning the crowd before returning to you with a start. “I mean- but when you sing, it’s not so boring.” You laughed, heartfelt and sweet as the man attempted to catch himself.

“I’m glad my singing has impressed you so.” The song ended, most of the crowd separating to stumble to new partners, but the two of you never released each other.

“I did sort of commandeer you, so I would like to take this opportunity to formally ask. Will you be my date for the evening? I find you an absolute delight.” You asked, eyes forsaking all others as they remained heavy on the man. The music began again, signaling it was time for him to make a decision.

Tightening his grip on your hand, Gabriel consented to your request as he pulled you closer, making it clear to all the eyes that lingered on you that you were taken for the night. He was ungainly and a bit clumsy as he guided you about the dance floor, but as you smiled up at him, eyes soft and warm, he felt at ease.

“I must say, I love your costume, Monsieur. Tell me, do you read Poe?” Gabriel grinned beneath his mask, charmed by your culture and awareness.

“Mask of the Red Death.” He stated, on the same page as you without needing further explanation.

“So it was planned.” You smiled, teeth flashing pearly and stunning beneath your red lipstick. “It is a delight to meet someone else with a love for the macabre. I must say, I felt something in the air the moment I entered the room. The chill in the atmosphere, the somber tone of the band, the lights, the masks. It is the perfect night for something tragically beautiful to start.” The way you looked at him, the words you spoke, the way you seemed to inch closer to him with every twirl, Gabriel knew exactly what you meant.

There was something about you, something shadowy and forbidden and almost dangerous that drew him to you, craving more as he became lost in your dark enchantment. The shape of your lips, the lilt to your voice, the way you swayed towards him as you danced, you were intoxicating.

“But listen to me go on. I fancy myself a poet I fear. No doubt I should stick to singing. I’m at least good at that.” You chuckled, amused by yourself, only to be surprised when the man laughed along as well.

“I think you’re wonderful.” He stated, causing a shy smile to pull at your lips.

“Well thank you.” You both looked at each other warmly, the world fading away till it was just the two of you, swaying in time to the heavenly music, the mission long since forgotten by the man.

“May I step in?” A well dressed gentleman stepped forward, extending his hand to you as he flashed a charming smile. The two of you had failed to notice the music had stopped, and people were again switching partners. Gabriel’s hand tightened on yours, a silent snarl curling his lips beneath his mask.

“I am quite content. Thank you.” You stated, eyes briefly regarding the man with disinterest before returning to the man that stood before you. The intruder floundered, surprised by your words before retreating sheepishly back into the crowd. Gabriel smirked beneath the mask. He liked a woman that could handle herself. As the music started again, he lead you further into the dance floor, more confident in his stride.

“I never did ask. What is your name?” Your expression was so sweet, so interested as you studied him, Gabriel almost felt like you could see right through the mask, see the him that hid away beneath this noble falsehood. This gave him pause. He felt compelled to answer you, to tell you his name, to leave that little piece of him with you. But then, would that be wise? There were members of Talon that didn’t even know his name. At the end of the day, this was just some random woman who he would never see again in his life. Then again, you felt like so much more than that.

When he gave no response, you spoke up, easing the situation with your charm.

“Forgive me. I suppose it is rude to ask someone their identity at a masquerade. For now, I suppose I will call you Death.” You smiled at him, head tilted, and Gabriel could not will his eyes to leave your lips. “So, What brings you here Mr. Death? You do not strike me as someone who makes a habit of attending such events.” Forcing himself back to reality, Gabriel met your eyes, releasing a breath he had been holding as your feet entangled about each other in the fast-paced dance.

“I’m actually looking for a friend of mine, General O’Sullivan. You wouldn’t happen to know if he’s even here?” With the swell of the music, he pulled you close, your chests pressed together as he was presented with an excellent view of your cleavage. Never was Gabriel more grateful that his eyes could not be seen through the skull mask. He was struck by the sudden urge to lean down and bite at your supple flesh, nipping and sucking until you were marked as his. But he maintained his composure.

“Monsieur O’Sullivan is no doubt about. Probably shamelessly flirting with woman much too young for him. It’s not like him to miss an event like this. Though I can’t say what his costume is. Most likely a lion or a king. The man boasts an ego as large as his stature. Although I suppose I don’t need to tell you this. Did you fight with him in the war? I am assuming you were a soldier. You strike me as the type. Strong build, commanding presence, a man of few words. Direct and to the point. Just like every soldier I have ever known.” Gabriel was taken aback as you rambled on, not sure when to interject, or if he even wanted to. You were right, he wasn’t much for mincing words. Besides, he rather enjoyed listening to you talk. Even when you weren’t singing, you voice was calming, bringing him a sense of ease and security.

The pleasant moment was interrupted however, as a sly voice rang in his ear.

“So who’s the girl?” Gabriel scowled as Sombra’s voice reached him through the earpiece, spoiling his mood. “You’ve sure been dancing with her a long time. Is Reaper hoping to get lucky tonight?” Eye’s scanning over the room, it didn’t take him long to spot the young trickster. Leaning against a pillar a few levels above him, she smiled down at him mischievously through her goblin mask. He spared her a disdainful glare that went unnoticed through the mask.

“Am I keeping you from something.” You gave him a questioning look, one brow raised as you moved away slightly, putting a little distance between the both of you as you noticed him eyeing the woman on the balcony. Realizing the connotation in your tone, Gabriel was quick to give you his undivided attention.

“No.” He stated flatly, regretting his tone the moment the words left his lips. You gave him a skeptical stare before glancing up at the woman on the balcony.

“Is she the one you came here with? I suppose I never did ask if you were already spoken for this evening.”

“It’s not like that.” He was quick to interject, wanting to derail that train of thought before it swept you away too far. Under the hot lights of the dance floor, amongst the humid crowd of twirling figures, Gabriel could feel himself sweating beneath the heavy folds of fabric, uncomfortable, but not wanting this moment to end.

“Oh, she looks upset.” Sombra chimed in, only adding to the man’s aggravation. “Did I get you into trouble?”

“Monsieur Death. I am rather enjoying your company. But if you are already promised to another, I will not be play-“

“I said it’s not like that.” He regretted the harshness of his tone, frustrated by Sombra’s meddling and the idea of you slipping away. For but a moment, an ill-contented glare flickered in your eyes, face harsh with disdain, clearly displeased by his tone.

Gabriel didn’t know what to say in response, didn’t know how to get things back on track as for the first time since he had taken your hand, an uncomfortable silence gripped the two of you. You both continued to dance, despite the heavy mood that edged its way into the romance that blossomed between you.

“I’ve located O’Sullivan. I’m going to make my move. Standby incase things get dicey.” At the hacker’s words, Gabriel was gripped with a sense of urgency, realizing the time he had with you was running out.

“Look, I’m not exactly good with women. And I don’t spend much of my time trifling with them. So when I say there’s nothing there, I mean it.” Something in his tone, in his body language as he moved closer to you, skull mask looking down at you, an intense spirit resonating from behind it, had you convinced of his honesty. “I don’t normally do things like this.”

“Do what?” You asked, wanting to hear him say it aloud. You knew what he meant, for it was the same thing you were thinking. But as the world eluded you, leaving you breathless and transfixed on the man that led you about the mass of faceless revelers, something in you yearned for the words to be spoken allowed.

‘Fall in love with strangers’ was what Gabriel wanted to say, his heart pounding as a haunting calm overtook him, leaving him lost in a dream like state as he stared into your eyes. It was stupid to say something like that, he didn’t even know your real name, you were too young for him, he was a wanted murder, he could never explain his decomposing body. But in that moment, he wasn’t thinking about any of that. All he was think about was your eyes, your lips, your wit, the way you consumed him, enveloped his every sense, the will in your spirit, your voice.

“STOP HER! STOP THAT WOMAN! SHE HAS MURDERED GENERAL O’SULLIVAN!!” A booming voice rang out over the crowd, silencing the revelers in a brief moment of calm before all hell broke loose.

Sombra could be seen dashing through the crowd, darting through the panicked guests as she made her way to the exit. Amélie and Akande were doing the same, their retreats being more inconspicuous as they bustled out amongst all the fearful guest that swarmed the exits.

“General O’Sullivan?” You murmured, eyeing the woman that dashed past the guards and through the large entry way door before it filled with terrified guests, scurrying like rats from a burning ship. A light went off in your eyes, mouth opening as you turned to look up at the man whose arm had wrapped around you in the bustle. “You!” As Gabriel looked into your eyes, it was clear you had figured it out, made the connection that this had been his reasoning for being here all along.

With a bitter sting in his heart, he slipped his hand off you, taking a step back as he glanced over to the packed exit. But to his surprise, you grabbed his hand, squeezing it tight within your dainty grasp as you pulled him along to weave against the current of people.

“Come with me!” You shouted, wasting no time dragging him through the panicked mass till you two reached an empty hall. Never releasing his hand, you ran as fast as your dress and heels would allow, never looking back at the man in tow as you maneuvered the corridors. “There’s a servant’s exit in the back. With the commotion, the guards will have left it. You can escape there.” Several more turns and sure enough, the two of you found yourself at a small staff door that let out into a dark alley of the old city. “Take this path until you reach the crossroad, right will take you to the outskirts of the city, but left will lead you to the city center.” Holding the door open, your gaze lingered on him with regret and concern. “Be safe, Monsieur Death.” Gripping the silky fabric of his cloak, you pulled yourself up, laying a kiss over the teeth of his skull mask, a mark of red lipstick proof of the deed as you pulled away.

Much to your surprise, a gloved hand snaked into your hair, cupping the back of your head as his other hand reached up to slip the mask up just enough to expose his mouth. His lips were at yours before you could register what he was doing, kissing you deeply as his passion overtook you, sucking the very breath from your lungs as his arms enveloped you. His lips were cold, but impossibly soft.

The contact lasted but a moment, yet it felt like a small eternity shared solely between the two of you. When finally he pulled away, breathless with the thrill of his courage, a satisfied grin flashed bright before being again concealed by the mask.

“My name is Gabriel.” He stated boldly, without hesitation or regret.

“Like the angel.” You replied, still beside yourself with the excitement that had set your heart aflutter.

“Yeah.” He chuckled breathily. “Like the angel.” As he turned to take his leave, darting off into the shadows of the city, a romantic wonder overtook you.

“I’ll be at the Paris Opera in December. Will I see you there?” You called out, giving the man pause as he glanced over his shoulder with a grin.

“We will dance again.” With that, he was off into the night, fading into the darkness of the allies and out of sight.

Weekend in Vegas

The Tuxedos made me do this, pure fluff, but i think you will like.. I am sorry if i have tagged you in error but its two in the morning here

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Weekend in Vegas

Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

“Do you really think now is the best time Dean. We kind of have a lot on our plate.” Sam looked irritated.

“Sammie, now is the best time. We all need a break.” Dean popped the cap off his beer with a flourish.

“Dean, Cas hasn’t been back that long. He needs time to adjust, and what about Jack?”

“We will take them both, C’mon Sam lets blow off a little steam.”

“Dean No, just No.” His brother, opened his laptop indicating the discussion was at an end, Dean grinned he wasn’t in a giving up mood.

“You are getting boring and old.” Dean taunted his little brother.

“We are not taking Jack to Las Vegas.” Dean snapped shut the laptop, nearly trapping Sam’s fingers.

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When the Day met the Night || Jason Todd x Reader (gender neutral) SONGFIC

  A/N. Woo first songfic. I’ve been sitting on the idea of writing a fanfic for When the Day met the Night by Painc! At the Disco for a while and I figured ‘hey, I should be studying so when is a better time’

anyway, hope you enjoy

Requests: OPEN (as at 19 Nov. 2017)

Word count: 559

When the Sun found the Moon, she was drinking tea in a garden under the green umbrella trees

The sun flittered through the leaves above you as you sat under the tall umbrella tree, reading you book. The park was always beautiful this time of the year and you sipped your tea from the flask, enjoying the sounds of life around you.

The gentle peace was interrupted by the sounds of male voices arguing. You look up from your book and see two tall males, one with black hair with a white accent, and the other with striking red hair. The arguing abruptly stopped when you made eye contact with the raven-haired male.

When the Moon found the Sun, he looked like he was barely hanging on but her eyes saved his life.

You took in his features, the messy hair, the bags under his eyes, the faint scars, bloodshot and far too alert eyes. Suddenly, his red-haired friend was dragging him towards you. You panicked slightly but left a careless smile on your face.

Jason could have sworn his heart stopped when he saw your eyes looking gently at him.

“This is my friend Jason”, he said, gesturing to his nervous friend beside him. “And I’m Roy.”

“(Y/N).” You replied with a slight nod, not breaking eye contact with Jason.

Conversation fell easily after that, with Jason asking about your book and sitting down beside you, neither noticing Roy slipping away, smirking.

All was golden in the sky. All was golden when the Day met the Night

Roy called Jason’s brothers, telling them that he had found a way to make Jason smile again after months of being down. They wanted to see but were quickly shut down.

“Let Jason have this.”

So he said, “would it be all right if we just sat and talked for a little while if in exchange for your time I give you this smile?”

You and Jason sat for hours just talking about anything that came to mind, effortlessly. Jason asked you on a date that day. One date became two. Two dates became five. Five dates became ten. And you found yourself quickly falling for the tall man in the summer.

So she said, “That’s okay as long as you can make a promise not to break my little heart or leave me all alone in the summer.”

He kept his promise not to break your heart and stayed with you in the summer. And you kept the smile on his face, a smile that he had never shared with anyone before.

Well he was just hanging around then he fell in love and he didn’t know how but he couldn’t get out.

Jason quickly realised he had fallen in love with you too. He wanted it to just be his mind messing with him, he couldn’t be in love with someone so calm and collected. He was reckless and fiery, he opposite. But when you uttered the words

“I love you, Jason Todd.”

He fell apart. He couldn’t pretend that this amazing person wanted him as much as he wanted them.

“I love you too, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

and that was it, he was in too deep.

But he didn’t want it any other way.

All was golden in the sky. All was golden when the Day met the Night.

Thursdays [Part 1]


Originally posted by sopeachenemy

Thomas Brodie-Sangster x Reader

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A/N: I’ve been feeling very… strange lately. I don’t really know how to explain it - like empty, kind of sad, okay at the same time? But anyway, that’s not important. I haven’t written in forever and I am severely inspired by Thomas Brodie Sangster’s new photographs from the Boys By Girls Magazine so here’s a little dabble, it was supposed to be a one shot but i’m getting tired and it felt right to end it where it did for now but I’m hoping to continue it (I’m scared that i wont find the time though huhu) Oh, and for the purposes of this I’m just going to ignore that TBS is filming the Death Cure at the moment lol, I hope I’m not too rusty on writing lol and more so, I hope you enjoy !!

The smell of new magazines were never really your favourite. It was this strong, almost rusty smell that punched you right in the nostrils when you pull back the plastic it had been encased in. Sure, when it was just one new magazine it was okay but the girth of the amount of glossy papers you had in your hands counted in a pile of eight. The stench was far from pleasant and this was what? The fifth bundle of new magazines you were placing in the cafe?

A sigh escapes you as you gathered the magazines and tapped their bases on the table to fix them properly before placing them face up on the table. The magazine at the very top of the pile had a masthead that read “Boys By Girls” with a photograph of a dashing young man with long chestnut hair slicked back, alluring dark eyes, toned arms peeking out from a black sleeveless top that was accented with red, and a crooked almost-smile on his lips.

“Ah? Finally fancy one of us English folk?” an accented voice teased as it passed behind you.

You straightened up immediately, eyes wide as they found your always teasing coworker who you were happy to call as not only your new best friend but also your flat mate. “I was just admiring the layout!” you defended as you followed her towards the front of the cafe.

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