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Actor!AU Headcanons

I mentioned in the tags of this post that I had an actor!AU for ffxv… and I wish to share my headcanons with you.

  • Ardyn is nothing like the character he portrays. He’s a really good actor, the rest of the cast really likes him because he’s actually a really cool guy when he’s not The Accursed.
  • @oceanicchimera yes, King!Noctis and Ardyn do dance sometimes off-set. But it’s more along the lines of the dance competition from Guardians of the Galaxy because they’re both dorks who can’t dance.
  • Ravus is the one who messes up his lines the most, with Noctis at a close second. 
  • See, Ravus is also nothing like the character he portrays. Ravus is really chill. Ravus really hates wearing that singular colored contact. Makes his eye itch.
  • Ravus and Luna are still related, but they’re cousins instead of brother and sister. (Gladio and Iris are still bro and sis)
  • Ignis is the biggest prankster on set. As in, Prompto walked into his trailer at one point and it was just completely filled with balloons. There must have been a hundred of them. He’s very exasperated.
  • Gladio’s tattoo is just stage makeup, but after the movie he considers getting the tattoo for real. It’s badass.
  • Ignis: “What do you mean I go blind offscreen?”
  • King!Noct always trips over something because the shoes on his outfit have no traction whatsoever.
  • Everyone on set jokingly calls the movie “Bachelor Party Gone Wrong”
  • The cup noodle thing with Gladio was a complete accident. There was a scene where he was asked what his favorite food is, and instead of saying something along the lines of “a hearty steak, medium well,” he forgot and said “a hearty bowl of cup noodles, boiled to perfection, with the absolute best ingredients” and everyone else stayed in character for the scene. It was so hilarious that the producers decided to leave it in. Edits to the script were made. 
  • ^^The stage direction “angrily eat cup noodles” was created from this. 
  • Noctis had a lot of trouble during the Leviathan fight because something was always wrong with the robotic rig and it would randomly lock up and stop. There’s one take in particular that’s going very well until Noctis abruptly gets out of shot. The camera moves back to him hanging there, slowly zooming in on the betrayed look on his face.
  • Whenever Prompto messes up his lines, he either continues in whatever tone he was carrying while saying increasingly hilarious things or slaps a hand to his forehead and lets out a very soft scream (anguished noise)
  • Ignis, right before Noctis comes on set for the reunion scene: “Ten years ago I lost my dear friend Noctis” / “Quit telling everyone I’m dead!” / “Sometimes I can still hear his voice.”
  • Gladio was swinging his sword for a fight scene, but he swung it too hard and it literally just snapped in half. He stopped for a second, then turned and looked directly at the camera, mouthing the words “I’m so sorry”
  • Prompto goes “pew pew” and “bang bang” whenever he shoots his gun (like Harrison Ford and Han Solo)
  • Regis reads the script and he’s like, “Oh… I die… what…. what a surprise………” (Regis is like the Sean Bean of our world, his character always dies)
  • The bros are exactly like their real-life VAs on social media. They answer all kinds of questions and it’s great.
  • Ravus has a tumblr account, but there’s only one post, and it’s this one. There are no tags. The title of the blog is, simply, “Sycophancy.” (He was very amused with Ardyn’s line.) There’s no description. His url is akin to those of the bots that wander the site. He follows several blogs, but does not interact with any posts. No likes, no reblogs. He’s the fandom phantom.
  • Ardyn is like the Sebastian Stan in the social media. He provides the fandom with his own sad headcanons about his character like Seb does with Bucky. (Except Ardyn is very avid on the fact that he is the villain)
  • Sometimes the cast will get together post-movie premiere and do dramatic readings of fanfiction they found
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Your ask does remind my long time thought, Anon.
So here is some of my own thoughts on the Fellcest relationship, and somehow extend to why I portrayed the Fell brothers into such certain way. (it would be kinda long though since I thought really really long about that boi)


One of the things that influence their relationship is their nature.
As you probably know, the creator of Underfell doesn’t set up a “canon” personality/interests on all Underfell characters, it is basically just an outfit AU. So all of those personalities for the Fell brothers you can see in the fandom are all designed by the fans themselves. So as one of the fans, I have make own assumption on them as well.

What is Underfell about? “Everyone in underground who are supposed to be good turn into evil.”, and that is it, just like a good/evil position swap thing. So following this whole setting, for me, ONLY the “good/evil position” is switched in this AU.

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anonymous asked:

what is this sss that you all speak of

Time to drop your panties for these beautiful men 

They are all brothers. Yes I know, they don’t look alike and that is because their father is a man whore. So god damn can we just appreciate them for a bit? 

The one on the floor, wearing white, is Mei Taratino. He is a world famous pianist and Jesus Christ he is a cinnamon roll who needs protection. He deserves your love. Can we appreciate his beautiful facial features tho? Look how his waves gently falls on his face. God he is eatable. 

The one sitting on the couch handle shit, is Shizuka Kira. He is a supermodel and he is such a sweetie. He is a whore for sneakers and honestly SAME. We don’t have a route for him yet but hopefully soon D: 

The one fixing his hair is Rei Shindo. He doesn’t have a route either but he seems like the sweet guy right! But fucker seems controlling and I want to know more about Rei. 

NOW THE NEXT THREE BROTHERS ARE ALL MY HUSBANDS SO LETS GO IN ORDER. 

HUSBAND #3 IS THE FUCKER IN THE GREY OZZING OUT SEX APPEAL. TOMA MOTHER FUCKING KIRA. Look at that jaw, its perfect to ride his face. Sorry I’m frustrated LMAO, he is honestly the sweetest. He comes off harsh but his intentions are pure. His past haunts him and I love this sweet baby. 

HUSBAND #2 IS THE FUCKER WITH THE SMIRK AND HIS CROSSED LEGS. FIST ME PAPI. HIS NAME IS CHIAKI KIRA. GOD DAMN BITCH. IM THIRSTY FOR HIM. OKAY HE IS PROBLEMATIC. In the beginning he uses you for the typical excuse of not wanting to be something okay. People take it the wrong way, but people are just hating on him. I love everything about Chiaki and his route is hilarious. He is relatable for being lazy as fuck and when he screams the screen shakes and its adorable. 

HUSBAND #1 NOW THE SEXY CLOWN LOOKING LIKE HE STEPPED OUT OF A BOX OF LUCKY CHARMS NAME IS MINAMI KIRA. THIS FUCKING GOOF BALL IS FUCKING EVERYTHING FOR ME. OKAY IS THE TOP PROBLEMATIC OUT OF THE WHOLE BROTHERS. OKAY some people bash on him because they don’t realize the emotional damage this man has gone through. His route is extra angst and I fell in love with him. I don’t excuse his actions but I must give credit where credit is due, he stopped it. You may not understand but if you play his route, try to understand him.

9 Years Without You

Summary: After her mom died, Y/N ran away. She was only 6 years old, how could her brother possibly lost her? She was his responsibility, and the guilt remained in his heart all these years. 9 years later, Y/N is 15 years old. Time to start the school, perfect opportunity to get her family back! But school isn’t easy, how can she find her brother in all these teenagers? And there’s this cute and kind boy with blue eyes…

Y/N isn’t the same anymore. Something had changed in her. Will she be accepted anyway?

Pairing: Sister!Reader x Stiles (only sibling relation), Reader x Liam

Word count: 3059

Requested? : Yes, by @imaginationgotmegood

A/N: Sorry for the delay! I hope you like it, I decided to write this one in the second pov as well, I hope it’s okay that way!

This story takes place in the beginning of season 4! None of the gifs are mine, credit to the owner

It had been a long time since you had seen them. As you remember, you must have been 6 at the time when your mother died. You didn’t understand what was going on, your big brother in tears and your father who wasn’t there. Your brother and you stayed alone for a while in the hospital with Melissa. They thought that from the age of six you wouldn’t understand the meaning of the word “deceased”. You understood the meaning of the word, but you didn’t accept it. Your mother couldn’t have left, it was just a joke. So you ran away, while your big brother was crying in Melissa’s arms, you took advantage of it to leave, you escaped their vigilance.

You weren’t taller than three apples, but you managed to pass in front of many people without being seen. You were persuaded that your mother was fine, that she was waiting outside in the parking lot or even better, at home. You went looking for her without thinking for a moment what your absence would do to your family, especially at Stiles who had the task of watching over you. And you never knew how bad he felt and how bad he still feels today. 9 years later, the guilt of having lost his little sister still lives in his heart.

And you never found your mother, in the end.

Today, 9 years after the event, you made your decision. Find your family. You just turned 15 and it was soon the first day of classes. 9 years had passed, but you knew at least one thing : your brother would be there in high school.

His appearance would have changed and you knew you would have difficulties recognize him, but with the name he had, you knew you would soon find him. It wasn’t a common name.

“Be careful, Y / N.”

“Yes Derek,” you answered briefly to the man who had lodged you during all these years. Derek Hale. The only survivor of the Hale family, or that’s what he thought at the time. Another survivor was real. It was the latter who, on a full moon evening, had changed your life. For good or for bad? Derek was talking about a gift, but you doubted it. All you were hoping for was a chance to meet your family again. Of course, you haven’t told Derek or worse, Peter. The latter didn’t want you to find your family, pretending that they would be afraid of you and would reject you immediately. That you were part of his pack, and that your family no longer mattered. Going to school was therefore the best way to escape your alpha and his restrictions.

Derek put his hand gently on your head to ruffle your hair and you couldn’t hold back the grimace that stretched your lips. Derek was the only one who made you hesitate to leave everything to find your family. You didn’t dare tell him your plan. You knew he wasn’t going to be angry that you wanted to find your family, it was quite the opposite. He encouraged you to make research, to find them, and that despite the opposite opinion of his uncle. But you couldn’t tell him because you were just unable to say goodbye.

“I’m going,” you muttered to his attention before going out of the house and waiting for your bus ahead, heading to Beacon Hills High School.

You didn’t expect that. The number of students in the school, in the corridors, in the classes. It was enormous and you lost little by little hope to find your brother on the first day. And here you were, alone in the middle of a diffuse cloud of teenagers around your age. You felt small and, above all, lost.

“Are you okay?” A voice asked behind you, and when you turned to look, you remained magnetized by the bluest eyes you have ever seen. So beautiful you forgot to answer.

“Hello?” The boy asked you as he sketched the cutest smile in the world and you felt your legs faint.

"I think I’m lost,” you replied clumsily, your tongue not wanting to obey. You were all turned upside down in front of the beauty of the boy.

“Junior, aren’t you?  I am new too,” he confided, smiling again and your heart missed a beat. Then he held out his hand solemnly.

“My name is Liam.”

“Y / N,” you answered, taking his hand. It was warm and gentle in yours, which was moist and quivering. Then you started to panic. You knew why your hand was shaking and why your heart was accelerating more and more. That was one of the reasons why Derek was so reluctant to let you go to school. By being locked up and not being able to experience the outside world, you couldn’t have learnt to control yourself in strong emotions, just like what you were experiencing at that very moment.

You were going to transform if your heart continued to beat that fast and you already felt the symptoms rise in you.

“I have to … go to the bathroom,” you spluttered with difficulty before starting to run in the closest bathroom by jostling many people in your way. You didn’t notice the poor, pale-faced boy, who was tackling many moles that you jostled hard enough and who threw a “what’s your problem?” at you that your supernatural ears couldn’t catch under the deafening throb of your heart.

Once shut up in a cabin, sweat dripping on your forehead, you take out a small disk from your bag and gaze at it with a cold blue look. Blue eyes, like those of Derek and Peter. You hadn’t killed anyone but the guilt in your heart had tainted them with that icy color.

"Alpha, Beta, Omega …” You mumbled in a hoarse voice, stiffening your eyelids trying to calm down.

“Alpha, Beta, Omega …” You repeated slowly, your breathing calmed down and your claws retracted.

“Alpha … Beta … Omega …” You finished and you finally felt your fangs disappear and you knew your eyes had resumed their normal colors. It was close. You would have to improve your control, because you couldn’t let it happen again.

In the end, you arrived late in class, but since it was your first day you weren’t punished. Immediately, you recognized the smell of Liam before seeing him, he was in your class. When your eyes met his and he smiled at you with a wave, your hand held the triskelion that was in your pocket. You smile at him trying to stay as calm as possible while sitting down beside him. He was making you all weak inside.

You spent the whole morning looking for your brother, trying to catch a conversation where his name would be pronounced. But even with your werewolves’ ears you caught nothing that attracted your attention. And to avoid Liam moreover didn’t make the task easier for you. As long as you hadn’t found a way to calm your heart when he was close, you had to keep him away from you. You already heard Derek’s voice telling you that he was right and that you were going to have school at home.

And there was no way you’d do that.

Diner time arrived very quickly and the cafeteria was crowded. You didn’t know where to eat so you decided to enjoy the good weather and eat out. Coincidentally there was a Lacrosse practice that noon, and intrigued you decided to eat in the stands with other students who were unknown to you.

Throughout the game your attention was focused on listening. You weren’t really paying attention to the training that was almost over, until the painfully whistle and the coach’s squeaking voice echoed in your eardrums. And all your attention was then focused on the game. You even slipped your peanut butter sandwich that Derek had prepared for you this morning.

“Stilinski! Tell me, what do you think you’re doing? My grandmother could do better! Guess what, she’s dead!”

Stilinski. Your last name, your real last name. Your family name you never said, not even to Derek, out of fear that he would know your family. Or out of fear that Peter decided a good day to go and massacre them all to make sure of your obedience.

Your brother was there and you felt your heart beat faster. All your senses awoke and you looked for the player. Number 24. Unfortunately he was wearing a helmet and you couldn’t see his face.

Your eyes didn’t leave him anymore, you were afraid that if you looked elsewhere for a moment, number 24 would disappear. The match ended and all the players went to the locker room to shower. Your eyes still on him, you got up and walked towards the locker room. You were so focused on your target, frozen by the emotion of finally finding your brother that you didn’t notice number 11 standing next to him. You didn’t feel his presence neither his particular smell that should’ve warned you.

And it was only when you lost sight of number 24 that, lost in the crowd of students, you noticed a particular smell. An odor you rarely felt. An oppressive and dominant odor; there was an alpha close. A real alpha, not like Peter who was now a simple beta, but who still had grip on you, no. A real one, with eyes as red as blood and claws as sharp as razors.

Fear came to your throat and it was normal for the situation. You wanted to look for your brother, but at the same time the presence of the alpha terrified you. You didn’t know what to do, there, planted in the middle of the Lacrosse players who continued to advance towards the locker room. Panic rose and your heartbeat too.

“Y / N!” A familiar voice was behind you, and you turned to see Liam, your heart missing a beat at the same time.

"Liam,” you muttered. It wasn’t good timing; you already had all the difficulties in the world to remain calm at the moment. The heat raised more and more as he put a hand on your shoulder, asking you if everything was okay. His forehead was covered with sweat and his jersey suited him too well. And his eyes, so blue and beautiful. You had come to hate this color because it represented the guilt for your eyes, but on him this color immediately became magnificent.

And your heart raged again. You needed a cold shower as quickly as possible, so you apologized before running into the girls’ locker rooms which were fortunately free at that time of day. You didn’t wait any longer, threw your bag on the floor and turned on the cold water taps, putting your head underneath, your breathing not calming down. You lived too many things, your brother found, the Alpha, Liam … it was too much, you weren’t going to make it this time!

“Alpha …” You started by planting your claws in the wall while trying to calm your breathing under the icy water that was running down your head.

“Beta …” You felt your fangs coming out.

“Omega …” You grunted a little louder as you closed your eyes. Derek’s stuff had never worked, you couldn’t control yourself and the fear of turning into a savage and attacking innocent people took possession of your body.

Then, without warning, you felt an incredible strength turned you and pressing you against the shower wall. By the reflex of brutality, you let your fangs out and grunted at anyone who had dared to abuse you in this way. Your blue pupils crossed the red ones of an alpha and you immediately regretted having growled at him, especially when the latter yelled back. You felt all your strength abandoned you and the rage disappear under the submission, while you let yourself slide on the wall.

“Another werewolf?” A voice said, but you dared not raise your head, confused by the sudden submission.

“A beta or an omega that has a lot of trouble getting discreet,” the alpha mumbled. “And who can’t control itself.”

The alpha bent over to you and helped you up as you continued to apologize.

“Everything’s fine,” the alpha told you to try to calm you down. But when you finally dared to look up at their jerseys, you recognized too well the number before you, especially one of them.

Number 24, your brother.

You were going to say his name but you held back. He had just seen everything, he saw you as a monster. He saw you at your lowest. You quietly sniffed the air and noticed that it was human. A sigh of relief escaped your lips.

“My name is Scott, and he’s Stiles,” the alpha said, patting your shoulder. But you weren’t listening. Stiles. Stiles Stilinski. You had every desire to look at him, to tell him the truth, to take him in your arms and apologize. But fear prevented you. You couldn’t move or talk. He was there, and you felt tears started to burn your eyes.

“ Are you okay?” Scott asked, but you didn’t answer. You succeeded after a moment to look up at your brother’s face. He had the same brown honey eyes, the same nose, the same look. It was indeed him. You had to tell him, take away the weight of your disappearance from his shoulders.

"It’s me, Y / N,” you said, taking a step towards him under the confused look of the alpha.

“Y / N?” Stiles answered, raising his eyebrows.

"Your sister …” You mumbled, feeling tears running down your cheeks, but the look he gave you in response broke your heart.

“My sister is dead.” He answered before turning around and you heard his heart beat as fast as yours in your chest. Synchronized. It was true that Peter had simulated your death, Derek had confessed it to you. Y / N Stilinski was dead, and bringing the subject back was probably an awful torture for Stiles

"Mischief …” You mumbled to his attention, and he froze, turning slowly toward you.

“What?”

“Mischief, that’s how I called you because I couldn’t say your first name, you couldn’t either … we started calling you Stiles for that reason,” you continued. “And then, Mom died and …”

“You …” Stiles began, but didn’t finish his sentence and ran to you to take you in his arms sobbing over and over, hugging you even if you were soaked. You continued to weep for a good moment, under the benevolent gaze of Scott, who couldn’t prevent a tear running down his cheek. He knew for his best friend’s sister, Stiles had confessed to him all his regrets, his remorse and his grief. So to see him with you, he could only be happy for both of you.

After a moment, Stiles drew back and your eyes remained hanging from one to the other.

“You … You, how …”

“How did I become a werewolf?” You finished in his place. If Stiles was friend with an alpha, he had to know for the supernatural creatures and had to wonder who had transformed you.

“It’s … A Hale, Peter Hale, but it’s not an alpha anymore …” You answered and felt the two boys tensed. You felt the dominant aura of the alpha increased along with its frustration.

“Peter …” He muttered between his teeth.

“He didn’t want me to go, he told me that … you were going to reject me because I was a werewolf and I was afraid … I live with his nephew, he took care of me after I got bit…” you said, putting your forehead against Stiles’. ” You know them? “

"All too well,” Stiles answered, closing his eyes.

“But then, you aren’t …”

“My best friend is an alpha and I just found my sister supposedly dead for years, so I think her night creature status will not disrupt my conscience,” he confided to you with a sincere smile. “Dad will be so happy to see you again,” he added, pressing you against him and you felt hesitant. You didn’t dare tell them Peter kept you against your will and you didn’t know how Derek would react.

Scott put his hand on your shoulder and immediately you felt relaxed.

“He’s not your alpha. And you have your family now. So, we go see Derek, then your father and you will return to a normal life. And we’ll teach you how to control yourself. ”

“I trained Scott myself; I can do the same thing with my little sister!” Stiles added with a smile and you felt your heart suddenly much lighter. Everything was going to be fine. You had found your family and you might even have found a pack.


Several days passed. Derek knew Scott and Stiles very well and the situation settled fairly quickly, but it still wasn’t easy. You had spent many years with him, and the farewells were heavy. However, you promised Derek to come and visit him again. For his part, Peter was nowhere to be found so you didn’t have to confront him.

The reunion with your father was just as strong in emotion and ended with a big collective hug where everyone was crying their hearts out. You spent the rest of the day in the sheriff’s bed with them, you in the middle, exactly like when you were young. You took advantage of it to tell them about your life and they told you what you had missed.

You no longer felt the need to avoid Liam. Coincidences had meant that Scott had to bite him to save his life and he became a werewolf, just like you. He had some difficulty in joining Scott’s pack, but with you already in it, it was less difficult than expected. Together, you trained to keep control and became each other anchor.

Everything was going too well. But nothing can remain indefinitely in the positive, isn’t it?

And the pair of bright blue eyes that spied on you in the shadows meant only one thing.

Peter wasn’t done with you.

In the Rough

(based on this) part 1 (you are here), part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6



There’s a lot about Mari that Yuuri loves. In fact, he’d go so far as to say that he loves his sister more than almost anyone else, except maybe his parents. Despite their six year age difference, neither of them have ever had any other kids to really interact with. As such, each of them were the other’s best and only friend. But the fact has always remained that Mari is older than Yuuri. One day, he’s always known, she will be the queen of Yutopia. What he didn’t expect was for that day to come so quickly, or have such a profound effect on their relationship.

It was gradual at first: Mari turning him away from her door when he asks her to help him with his studies, Mari spending more and more time in the library with her own when she was never the best of students before, Mari lashing out at him when he actually gets the courage to press for her attention occasionally. Time and again, Mother assures him that it’s just the responsibility of being the crown princess that’s weighing on her. Still, Yuuri can’t help if he’s lonely.

That’s what led to this.

“Not now, Yuuri.” Mari is sounding increasingly irritated with him, but he can’t really seem to stop himself. It’s been months since they’ve had a proper conversation.

“It will only take a minute, I promise!”

“I don’t have a minute!” she finally snaps, rounding on him. “I don’t have a minute to myself because the coronation is so soon. What on earth makes you think that I have time to spare for you? Don’t be such a clingy child!”

Yuuri silently curses the way his eyes well up with tears. “I… Excuse me.”

“Yuuri, wait. I didn’t mean–” He can hear her calling out to his back, but the words don’t really register.

Being too overbearing has always been Yuuri’s biggest fear; he’s emotional and soft in a way that no self-respecting royal should ever be. Mari knows this, and used it against him. He really must be too much if she of all people is telling him so. He can just leave her alone until after the coronation. Maybe longer, if it looks like she’s feeling too overwhelmed by his presence. He has an outfit that he uses sometimes when palace life is too much for him and he sneaks out to go to town. He can use that to sneak out. He can take a horse, a sword, and some money, and hide out somewhere until everything blows over in a couple of months.

It doesn’t take Yuuri long to slip past the guards and get off the castle grounds. He’s done it countless times before, once even smuggling Prince Phichit out with him. He slips out the back way, through the forest. Everyone in town knows his face, and most of his subjects do too; it will be best to avoid people for a while.

Of course, that doesn’t mean that he’s brave enough to stray from the path. The woods between this and the next kingdom are deep, and more than one traveller has gotten lost within them, or attacked by robbers. If his maps are right, he’ll be able to get to the next kingdom within a fortnight.

Sleeping on the forest floor is irritating, but hardly anything new; this isn’t the first time that Yuuri has disappeared for a few days, even if it’s the first time that he’s planning on leaving the kingdom without permission. By the eighth day, Yuuri’s rations are beginning to get a bit low. He’s grimy, there are leaves and twigs in his hair, and his ratty cloak is rattier than ever. Still, he doesn’t turn back. At this point, going home would create more distress than it would relieve. If need be, he can just… kill a rabbit or something. There’s a stream less than ten minutes from the path, and making a fire is no problem. He can make it to the next kingdom.

The sound of a carriage jolts him out of his thoughts. He darts back into the trees, hiding in a bush. He still hasn’t crossed the Yutopia border, so it’s possible– probable, even –that the driver of that carriage knows who Yuuri is. As the carriage draws closer, Yuuri can make out little details that start to change his mind. Its blue, for one thing, and only a single carriage; most trader caravans are made up of several plain wagons with faded paint.

Yuuri hears rustling behind him. In less than a second, the quiet rustling becomes shouting. Bandits. Seven men attack the carriage from all sides, one even jumping from a tree to land on top of the carriage. Yuuri doesn’t even realize that he’s drawing his sword until it’s already out.

The door to the carriage flies open and two men– one man and one boy, really, no more than thirteen –jump out, weapons drawn and ready. The boy shouts something that sounds like “Stay the fuck there or I’m telling Dad,” but Yuuri can’t focus too much on him. He’s taken down one of the robbers, but there’s another one coming at him.

It takes the three of them nearly twenty minutes to knock out all of the robbers, and when they do, they’re panting.

“Thank you for the help.” The dark-haired man from the carriage holds out his hand for Yuuri to shake. “We might not have made it without you.”

“It–It was nothing, really.” Yuuri holds up his hands, as if that will deflect the praise. “I was just trying to help. Anyone would have done the same.”

“Tch.” The boy sheaths his sword. Now that Yuuri has a chance to look at him, he’s amazed. The boy is beautiful, almost fairy-like, but he fights like a demon. He’s also dressed like a royal. “At least you didn’t get in the way.”

Yuuri doesn’t quite know how to respond to that, but as it turns out, he doesn’t have to. There’s a laugh from inside the carriage and someone else exits. This man is definitely a royal, and it’s possible that he’s even more beautiful than the boy. They must be related, with their strangely colored hair and eyes.

“That’s high praise coming from you, Yuratchka.” The man looks Yuuri up and down, and Yuuri has to force himself not to blush. “I’ve decided. He’ll be my new bodyguard. I’ve been needing a new one, and I can’t bear to see my beloved younger brother fight on my behalf anymore.”

The man swoons dramatically, but it looks like he’s actually about to fall. Neither of his companions make a move to catch him, and neither does the driver, a woman with bright, fiery red hair. Yuuri is there before he knows it, catching the man before he can actually fall to the ground.

He finds himself looking into the most piercing pair of eyes that he’s ever seen. His eyes inexplicably heat up and Yuuri can tell that if he looks for too long, he’ll be overwhelmed; those eyes can see straight into his soul.

“Be careful,” Yuuri manages.

The man flicks a piece of silver hair out of his eyes and smiles, standing up straight. “Yes, he’ll do nicely. I’m keeping him.”

He ends up on the floor a second later anyway, courtesy of the flying kick that the boy– his younger brother, Yuuri reasons –aims at his back. “Don’t just assume that some random man in the forest is trustworthy enough to be your bodyguard! Think this through, old man!”

“I’m only twenty two,” the man pouts from the ground. “You’re so mean, Yuratchka. Besides, he saved my life, and he doesn’t seem to have anywhere to go. Dad will allow it.”

Yuratchka rolls his eyes and walks over to the carriage. “Whatever. You might want to ask him what his name is before you ask him to risk his life for you though.”

The door slams and Yuuri is still a little confused. The man is still on the ground, the dark haired man from earlier is sheathing his sword without a care in the world, apparently used to this sort of behavior.

“He has a point!” Silver-Haired Man bounces up and picks the twigs out of his hair. “If you’re my new bodyguard, I must know your name.”

“Yuuri,” he says without thinking. Then he realizes that giving his true last name could be a very bad idea. “Yuuri… Nishigori.”

Silver-Haired Man introduces himself as Victor Nikiforov, the crown prince of the neighboring kingdom. The fairy-like boy with the foul mouth is indeed his brother, Prince Yuri. The other man is Georgi Popovich, Yuri’s personal bodyguard, and their driver is called Mila. The four of them have apparently been travelling together nearly all of Yuri’s life.

The reality of what he’s just inadvertently agreed to doesn’t hit until he’s sitting in the carriage with them later: he’s agreed to become the personal bodyguard to the crown prince of the neighboring kingdom, who would no doubt know his name but not his face. Yuuri can’t help but wonder how he’s going to get himself out of this one without causing himself and everyone around him massive embarrassment.

Luckily, he has several months to come up with a solution.

anonymous asked:

Hi hi!! Can I get Jason Todd x reader ?? Like he meets them at a book store or something like that.,, pls and ty :)

Hi, just as you requested! Thank you for sending your request in and hope you enjoy! It might be short but nevertheless, I really do hope you enjoy this! 

Jason grumbles under his breath as he waits in line. Out of the things he could have done, he still can’t believe he is doing this. The things he does for Timbers, Jason mutters a curse under his breath, ignoring the appalled look the mother in front of him is giving him. 

The line is moving slowly and Jason is starting to get bored. He wants to leave, to go back to safety and the comfort his bedroom has to offer but he had already promised Tim that he will get the book for him. He would not have done this if his younger brother had not been extremely sick. 

Jason is minding his own business, playing a game on his phone when suddenly someone is pushed against him, causing him to lose which disrupted his winning streak. He almost swears but turns around instead to scold the perpetrator only to hold his tongue back. 

“S-sorry! I didn’t mean to, I was pushed,” You ramble off, feeling extremely embarrassed as well as mortified about what had just happened. You too had been minding your own business - counting the number of people left in front of you until you can get a hand on the copy of the latest boom by your favourite author - when someone became rather impatient and started pushing people forward. “I am so, so sorry!” Your cheeks are red with embarrassment and it also did not help the fact that the man you had just bumped in to has the handsomest face you have ever seen! 

On any other girls, he would have find this attitude very annoying but somehow, on you, Jason thinks it’s very cute. He shakes his head. “It’s alright - just an accident.” He rakes his brain, trying to find a topic so that he can keep talking to you. 

Though thankfully, he did not have to because one, the line started moving which cause the two of you to move accordingly and secondly, you started the conversation yourself. 

“I have been waiting for this release ever since they said they were going to release it! I honestly cannot wait to get my hands on a copy and then get a cuppa and sit and read.” You tell the man in front of you excitedly. The two of you are drawing nearer to the counter and you could almost feel just how close you are in getting that book!

Jason chuckles at your excitement. “I can’t say I relate to that.” He offers and when you tilt your head to the side (he finds this adorable too and Jason thinks he should probably stop because he just needs to!), he continues talking. “I am only getting this for my younger brother. Huge fan, I must say. He is currently on bed-rest.” Jason does not even know why he is telling any of this to you but he is. 

You smile, endeared by the thought that the man is doing his brother a favour. Then it was his turn to buy the book and in your excitement, you immediately forgot about the conversation. Getting your own book and having it signed by your favourite author was enough to make your day! 

Only when you stepped outside of the bookstore that you realize that you might have blown a chance to get to know the man earlier. There was just something about him that made him very attractive. You sigh at your lost chance and is about to walk towards the subway station when a hand on your shoulder stops you. 

You jump a little before turning to look at… the man from earlier! He is looking at you with an amused expression and you blush slightly. 

“Are you always this jumpy?”

“Only when you’re around.” You blurt out before gasping, eyes wide with what you have just said. “Oh my God, I am so, so sorry! I don’t know what came over me - I normally don’t go around insulting people I don’t know - I am so sorry!”

Jason chuckles. “Well you can make it up to me by coming alone to this cafe I saw on the way here.”

You open your mouth and promptly close it shut as you stare at the man in front of you. “What?” You ask dumbly. 

Jason grins at you. “My name is Jason and I’m asking you out for a coffee date.”

You blush at the invitation. “I’m Y/N… and yes, of course.” You accept his invitation because this is the first time you have ever felt any attraction to a man. “But what about your brother’s book?” You gasp. 

Jason shakes his head. “Timbers won’t mind waiting an hour or two. He still needs rest after all.” Jason explains, the last time he texted Alfred, the old man had told him that Tim only just went to sleep. So he has a few hours to spare before he needs to go back to the manor. “So shall we go, Y/N?”

You smile at him and nod your head. “Lead the way then.”

I’m Jewish, and I support my Muslim brothers and sisters.

“וַיִּקְבְּר֨וּ אֹת֜וֹ יִצְחָ֤ק וְיִשְׁמָעֵאל֙ בָּנָ֔יו אֶל־מְעָרַ֖ת הַמַּכְפֵּלָ֑ה אֶל־שְׂדֵ֞ה עֶפְרֹ֤ן בֶּן־צֹ֙חַר֙ הַֽחִתִּ֔י אֲשֶׁ֖ר עַל־פְּנֵ֥י מַמְרֵֽא׃” “And Isaac and Ishmael his sons buried him in the cave of Machpelah, in the field of Ephron the son of Zohar the Hittite, at the face of Mamre” (Gen 25:9)

According to the Hebrew Bible, the children of Abraham/Ibraham came together when our shared patriarch Abraham/Ibraham passed away.  We are a family and must continue to work towards creating peace between our beloved peoples and traditions.

Dear Journal,

I’ve never been this scared in my life. This morning I woke up early to go get Teddy and we watched the teletubbies. We were cuddled on the couch and Teddy was sipping his chocolate milk when Sirius woke up. He came through the door looking really tired… and pale.

“Goodmorning honey… You look pale, are you okay?” I said, siting up.

Sirius opened his mouth to talk but he instantly fell to the floor.

“Sirius?!” I yelled, running to his side.

He was unconscious. I tried to shake him but he wouldn’t wake up. At least he still had a pulse.

“Sirius.. Babe wake up please! Sirius wake up!” I said, shaking him.

“Dadda?” Teddy said, worry in his eyes.

“It’s okay baby.. Can you get me my wand please?” I said as Teddy grabed my wand that was resting on the table.

“C'mere baby, it’s okay.. do you have your plushie with you?” I asked him.

He nodded and held the stuffed animal close to his chest.

“Okay hold me close alright? We need to get Padda to the hospital.. Can you do that for me honey?” I asked, feeling my heartbeat quicken.

He nodded again and i held him close to me. I took Sirius’ hand and the next thing I knew, we were in St-Mungos.

“I need help please!” I yelled so someone could take care of him.

A lady and a man ran to me and put Sirius’ unconcious body on a barrow. The lady asked me some questions while she took his pulse and they left in a hurry, pushing my husband away from me. The next thing I knew, I was alone with Teddy in the waiting room.

“Dadda?” Teddy asked, tears running down his cheeks.

“Oh it’s okay baby. I’m here.. Padda will be okay alright?” I said, my own eyes getting teary.

“But.. why are you crying?” Teddy said with his little baby voice and his shaking bottom lip.

“I just got scared that’s all honey.. Everything will be alright..” I said, not even believing my own words.

I gave a call to James and Lily so they could come and get Teddy. I didn’t want him to stay here, traumatized. James and Lily arrived a few seconds after our call. They both looked so worried. James was holding something in a blanket and I assumed it was Harry.

“Where is he? Is he okay?” James asked.

“I-I don’t know..” i said, trying not to cry.

Lily took Teddy in her arms and tried to calm him.

“He’ll be fine.. He’s strong.” James said, hugging me.

“I’m s-so scared..” I cried.

“He’ll be fine.. He’s in good hands..” James said.

“Lily.. Can you take Teddy home with you? I don’t want him to see all of this..” I asked her.

“Okay.. but call me when you have any news..” She said, taking Harry in her other arm.

“Dadda?” Teddy said.

“It’s okay honey. I’ll stay here with uncle James and we will wait for Padda okay? I’ll come and get you the minute I can my love.” I said, giving him a kiss on the forehead.

“No.. I want to stay with you..” He said, his eyes getting glossy.

“I know baby.. I know.. I’ll be with you soon I promise.”

“And Padda?”

I took a deep breath and looked at his sad little eyes. He was asking for hope without knowing it.

“Yes.. With Padda..”

“You promise?” He asked, his small hand in mine.

“I promise. I love you my little angel. Now go have fun with Lily and Harry.” I said, trying to cheer him up.

“Okay… but can you give Padda my plushie? It will keep him safe and give him courage.” Teddy said, handing me his stuffed puppy.

“I will baby. He’ll be happy to have it with him.”

“I love you Dadda.”

“I love you too Teddy.”

And then Lily, Harry and my little Teddy disapeared. I colapsed on my knees and started crying uncontolably. James took me in his arms and whispered in my ear, that everything was going to be alright. My Sirius. My love. I just wanted to hold him…

Once I calmed down, he called Regulus to let him know what was going on. He also came rushing in a few minutes later. When he saw me, he hugged me close to him. I felt like I was hugging Sirius in some way.. They look so much alike..

•••

After about 3 hours of waiting and stressing out, a lady came in with a note pad. James, Regulus and I instantly stood up.

“Are you all related to Mr.Black?” The lady asked,

“I’m his husband..” I said.

“And I’m his brother..” Regulus said.

“Well.. I’m his best friend..” James added.

“Okay.. He just woke up, he’s doing good. You guys can go see him in a few minutes.”

My heart started beating again. He was okay. I sighted and Regulus and James both hugged me.

“I need to tell Teddy.. He must be so worried..” I said.

“I’ll go get him, don’t worry about it… Go get our Padfoot.” James smiled, his hand on my shoulder.

“Thank you Prongs..” I said.

The lady came back in and told me to come in.

When I walked in, Sirius was there. He was laying on the bed his eyes half opened. The machine was beeping to the sound of his heartbeat and he had and I.V. In his hand. When he saw me, he smiled.

“Hey..” he said, his voice raspy.

I walked up to him and gave him a kiss. I brushed my hand on his cheek, as if I needed to know this was real.

“I was so worried..” I said, tears rolling down my cheeks again.

“I’m sorry.. The doctor said I got dehydrated and my bloodpressure went down really quickly so I collapsed..” He said, talking really slowly.

“Are you in pain?” I asked.

“No.. I just feel really tired.. Where’s Teddy?” He asked, looking around for his son.

“Lily took care of him. He’s on his way with James.. He was so scared for you.. Oh, he told me to give you this..” I said, handing Sirius the stuffed puppy Teddy always loved.

“He said that it would protect you and give you courage..” I smiled.

“Merlin he’s adorable..” Sirius chuckled.

“I love you.. You scared me.” I said, kissing his lips once more.

“I love you too.. I’m sorry.” He said.

We then heared small steps coming into the room.

“Padda!” Teddy said, running to the bed.

I picked him up so he could sit on the bed and hug Sirius.

“You Okay Padda?” Teddy asked.

“I’m okay baby.. I’m sorry I scared you. Your little Padfoot puppy gave me some courage, thank you for letting me keep it.” Sirius smiled.

“You needed him more than me.. i love you Padda.. You too Dadda..” Teddy said, smiling to both of us.

“Oh we love you too baby bear.. We love you so so much..” Sirius said.

Regulus, James and Lily got their turn to talk with Sirius. They were all relieved. The nurse asked us to stay until next morning so they could check on Sirius.

“You can go home babe, I’ll be fine..” Sirius said.

“For the number of times you stayed with me at the hospital wing, You should let me stay..” I smirked.

He smiled and kissed me.

That night, we watched a movie all cuddled in Sirius’ hospital bed. Sirius and I were side by side, and Teddy on my chest. I got Sirius some flowers from the gift shop. He liked them a lot. He fell asleep with Teddy cuddled against him when night came. I watched my two loves cuddling and smiled to myself. I got scared today, but everything was alright.

We were together.

-Remus
May 24th 1998

anonymous asked:

I hear the term "weights" often in heathen circles. I know little more than that they are land-spirits. I would like to learn more about them and how they were honored and their place in old nordic practices. I thought you might be willing to share some of what you know, or some resources you recommend I explore? If it's not a hassle.

Sæll (eða sæl) vinur,
(Hello friend,)

No question is ever a hassle, my friend. I am more than happy to share my knowledge regarding vættir (nature spirits). Not all vættir are land sprits, though, for those are often referred to as landvættir. Still, vættir of the land seem to be the most common and most often interacted with, so I will focus our discussion on them specifically. To be honest, they are a particularly favorite subject of mine! I wrote a lot, so I am structuring this answer as an essay, which I hope you do not mind. It should help to organize the content!


On Landvættir: An Exploration of Primary Source Examples and Suggestions for Further Reading.

It is not surprising that we know fairly little about them, because they are quite elusive in our surviving texts. This is mainly because they are not always referred to directly being ‘landvættir’, but rather are referred to indirectly. The landvættir, from what I know of them, do not even appear in our eddic sources, but perhaps indirectly and vaguely, if they do. I also do suppose some people align the landvættir with the álfar (elves), which is reasonable. If this is done, they do appear in eddic material, in a way. Yet, even so, they still remain quite vague even in those sources. In the end, references to the landvættir seem to mostly be hidden gems scattered throughout other materials, such as Landnámabók (Book of Settlements) and the Íslendingasögur (Sagas of the Icelanders).

What are ‘Vættir’?

It is good to begin with solid footing, so let’s begin with a bit of an introduction to what a vættr (weight, or nature sprint) is:

“There were various kinds of nature spirits that the Icelanders (and other Scandinavians) believed in, and sometimes gave sacrifices to. There are early references to elves (álfar) in mainland Scandinavia. Like their modern-day equivalents, the “hidden people” (and expression used in both Norway and Iceland), these would have been of human size. Even close to nature were the guardian spirits of the land, or landvættir which inhabited the landscape. The welfare of the inhabitants of the country depended on their welfare and support, as can be seen in Egil’s Saga, ch. 58, when Egil raises a scorn-pole (níð) facing the guardian spirits of Norway. According to Ulfljot’s Law, people approaching Iceland by sea had to remove the dragon-heads from the prows of their ships to avoid frightening the guardian spirits.”(1.)

From that, we can gather a few things: that there are many more types of vættir than just those who inhabit the land (although those will be the ones I mostly focus on in this discussion), that there is a long, evolving tradition surrounding them that lasts even into current times, and that they held considerable influence over the lands they inhabited, and even over the people who lived in those lands.

The Landvættir Today (Iceland):

Speaking of modern-day representations, the landvættir live on in Iceland’s coat of arms (a dragon, a bird, a bull, and a mountain giant):

Their story is told in Snorri Sturluson’s Heimskringla, or more precisely in The Saga of Olaf Tryggvason contained therein:

“King Haraldr (as in Bluetooth, the son of Gorm) told a man skilled in magic to go in changed shape to Iceland and  find out what he could tell the king. He went in the form of a whale. And when he came to the land, he went westwards round the north of the country. He saw that all the mountains and hills were full of land-spirits (landvættir), some large and some small. And when he came opposite Vápnafjǫrðr, then he went into the fjord and was going to go ashore. Then there went down along the valley a great dragon, and with it many snakes, toads and vipers, and spat poison on him. And he swam away and westwards along the coast, right up to Eyjafjǫrðr. He went in along that fjord. There a bird went against him, so large that its wings reached out to the mountains on both sides, and a multitude of other birds both large and small. He went away from there and westwards round the coast and so south to Breiðifjǫrðr and made to go into that fjord. There a huge bull went against him and waded out into the sea and began to bellow horribly. A multitude of land-spirits came with it. He went away from there and southwards round Reykjanes and tried to go up onto Víkarsskeið. There a mountain giant came against him with an iron staff in his hand, and his head rose higher than the mountains, and many other giants with him. From there he went eastwards along the whole length of the coast.”(2.)

Thus, these landvættir have a long history, stetting far back into at least the medieval period. From this example, we can tell that they were very powerful. Not only that, though, but that the land was “full of landvættir.” Yet, this example shows their menacing power to outsiders, but what about those living among them? For this, we shall turn to the Landnámabók.

Examples from Landnámabók:

Iceland seems to have provided us with the unique opportunity of gaining some minor insights into how native settlers treated the landvættir. Below are three examples of three different settlers interacting with these spirits:

Bjorn Gnupsson (Hafr-Bjorn):

“One night Bjorn dreamed that a cliff-giant came and offered him partnership, and that he accepted the offer. Afterwards a strange billy-goat came to join his herd of goats, and his livestock began to multiply so fast that soon he was a wealthy man. After that he was called Hafr-Bjorn (Goat-Bjorn). People with second sight could see that all the guardian spirits of the land accompanied him when he attended the Althing, and Thorstein and Thord (his brothers) when they went out fishing.”(3.)

In this example, Hafr-Bjorn befriends a landvættr that is referred to as a cliff-giant, or, in some other versions I believe, as a cliff or rock-dweller. He was actually offered this friendship from the landvættr itself in a dream, which demonstrates a possible method for communication with a landvættr. Furthermore, this example reveals the benefits to such a relationship, which was usually prosperity in land-related activities, such as the raising of livestock and fishing. Hafr-Bjorn and his brothers must have treated these spirits with great respect to have earned their friendship, and the benefits of such relations are clearly worthwhile. Also, this example shows us that seeing the landvættir required a special skill, or “second sight,” so not everyone could nor can see these spirits.

Olvir Eysteinsson:

“Olvir Eysteinsson took possession of land east of Grims River where no one had dared to settle for fear of land-spirits, since Hjorleif was killed there.” (4.)

Hjorleif was a blot-brother of Ingolf’s, the alleged first settler of Iceland.(5.) He was killed by a another man’s (Dufthak) slaves while looking for a bear in the woods.(6.) Yet, it was also mentioned earlier that he “would never sacrifice to the gods.”(7.) Regardless, his death laid a bad omen across that land, which is felt even when, many years later, a settler named Olvir comes along (as told above). This example, although short, demonstrates even the native fear of the power that the landvættir held, and that if their land was disrespected, it would likely not result in peaceful times for the settlers living there.

Thorstein Red-Nose (son of Hrolf Red-Beard):

“Thorstein Red-Nose was a great sacrificer. He used to make sacrifices to the waterfall and all the left-overs had to be thrown into it. He could see clearly into the future. Thorstein had all his sheep counted and they numbered 2400; after that they all jumped over the wall of the fold. Thorstein had so many sheep because each autumn he could see which of the sheep were doomed to die, and he had those slaughtered. That’s why he always had so many. The last autumn of his life, he said at the sheep-fold, ‘Now you can slaughter any of the sheep you life. Either I’m doomed to die or the sheep are doomed, or all of us are.’ The night he died, all the sheep got swept into the waterfall by a gale.”(8.)

This example is fascinating, because we kind of must piece things together to truly get the depth behind it. Thorstein was sacrificing the a landvættr that lived in a waterfall. It seems that this landvættr granted him this ability of foresight to enhance his skill in maintaining his sheep. I find this to be the case because, at the end of this example, the sheep are ‘returned’ to the waterfall once Thorstein passes away, therefore connecting the sheep to the waterfall through Thorstein. Once he was gone, the connection was broken and the landvættr took what was rightfully its.

All of these examples serve to demonstrate the various aspects of the landvættir that you asked about. They were honored much like the gods themselves were, it seems, although suitable information to ‘prove’ this is still to be desired. They either came to you in a dream, like one did with Hafr-Bjorn, or they would be won over through generous sacrifice, as was seen with Thorstein. They were respected and given appreciation to keep them in good spirits. After all, when angered or ignored, they could cause fear, as seen with the case of Olvir, or even destructive and threatening, as seen in the Saga of Olaf Tryggvason.

Examples from Icelandic Sagas and Tales:

If Landnámabók was not quite satisfying enough, there are still a few examples to be explored from Egil’s Saga and The Tale of Thorvald the Far-Travelled. For those reading this that are already well-read, it may seem odd for me to be leaving out Bard’s Saga. That example deals with vættir-related subject matter intensively, and I would rather recommend that as a full reading than except it as an example on this post, so I will return to Bard momentarily.

Egil’s Saga, chapter 58:

“He (Egil) took a hazel pole in his hand and went to the edge of a rock facing inland. Then he took a horse’s head and put it on the end of the pole.

Afterwards he made an invocation, saying, ‘Here I set up this scorn-pole (nið) and turn its scorn upon King Eirik and Queen Gunnhild’ - then turned the horse’s head to face land - ‘and I turn its scorn upon the nature spirits (vættir) that inhabit this land, sending them all astray so that none of them shall find its resting-place by chance or design until they have driven King Eirik and Gunnhild from this land.’

Then he drove the pole into a cleft in the rock and left it to stand there. He turned the head towards the land and carved the whole invocation in runes on the pole.”(9.)

In this example, we can see that people can actually ‘control’ the wrath of vættir, and they can even turn this wrath onto others, if they are skilled enough. Yet, in the case of Egil, he was wronged, and so he had right on his side (see footnote 9 for detail). Perhaps, then, vættir have a sense of justice even. Nonetheless, I suppose this is a sort of ritual, in which one would target their enemies with strong words, runes, and insulting imagery. Yet, it does hint that the vættir did play a social function as well. This was already indicated by the landvættir, who often protect the land and the people who dwell there, if they have a good relationship with them, of course. Thus, vættir can either protect people or attack them, depending on their relationship with the user and his or her skill.

Thorvald the Far-Travelled, chapter 3:

In this example, the ‘theme’ of a vættr is used very strategically by the author, so we must take caution in how we read this source. In the quote below, Thorvald talks with his father, Kodran, about converting to Christianity. Kodran responds (at first) by telling Thorvald that he has a ‘prophet’ who lives in some nearby stone, and that this prophet helps him in many ways. The author treats this prophet as a demon, although it seems that this figure is being built upon the tradition of the vættir.

“ ‘But I have another prophet of my own, who is very beneficial to me. He tells me many things which have not yet come to be. He takes care of my cattle, and reminds me what I should do and what I should avoid. That is why I have great faith in him and have worshipped him for a long time, but you are your prophet (a bishop named Fridrek) and your religion disparage him a great deal, and he dissuades me from making any agreements with you, and especially from taking your faith.’

‘Where does your prophet live?’ asked Thorvald.

‘He lives here, close by my farm,’ said Kodran, ‘in a large and imposing stone.’

Thorvald asked how long he had been living there.

Kodran said he had lived there for a long time.”(10.)

A few things should sound familiar by now. This is a landvættr, for he dwells within a stone. It also seems that we can conclude that landvættir are prophetic, because both here and with Thorstein Red-Nose in Landnámabók. The landvættir also tend to earthly things, such as livestock and farms, as we have seen with Hafr-Bjorn (goats), Thorstein Red-Nose (sheep), and now here with Kodran (cattle). The ‘prophet’ is also very old, which would not be surprising for a landvættr. Thus, it is not unreasonable to notice the connection here with landvættir, even though this tale never explicitly uses the term, which brings back a point made earlier that references to landvættir are like hidden gems scattered throughout our sources.

Recommendations for Further Reading:

It may be troublesome to randomly read sagas and tales with the hopes of stumbling upon one of these gems. Of course, I have already named a few that touch on the topic, but they are generally centered around other ideas and motives. If you want the short-cut method (other than just reading this post), I highly recommend you take a look into this source:

H.R. Ellis Davis, Myths and Symbols in Pagan Europe: Early Scandinavian and Celtic Religions(Syracuse University Press, 1989). 

This book would be the best way to learn about the material from a reliable place, and without scavenging the primary source material for information. Google has an eBook version that contains a preview, if you would like to check that out before purchasing. For the most direct information on landvættir, I recommend special attention be given to pages 102 through 133. In fact, I tried to make use of the examples discussed in her book as well, so that, if you choose to read it, things should be more familiar to you already. The whole book seems to be quite the gem, though, so you may be interested in that text for other purposes as well.

Regarding primary sources, you can investigate any of the sources I covered in this post by looking at the relevant footnotes. I will say, though, that I have mostly pulled what is relevant from the sources that you would have easy access to. For example, I would hate to recommend Egil’s Saga just for you to only have that portion of chapter 58 to read about regarding landvættir.

As I mentioned briefly before, I do highly recommend a complete reading of Bard’s Saga, although it may be difficult to acquire the text. I have done research on what English translations are available for all the Icelandic sagas and tales (you can see that information on this post), and, in this endeavor, I found that Bard’s Saga seems to only be reasonably accessible (in English) via this book: 

Ralph O’Connor, Icelandic Histories & Romances. (Tempus, 2004).

If you have trouble, don’t hesitate to let me know, because I would be more than happy to try to help you find a way to read that saga.

Conclusion:

So, in the end, what have we learned?

  • Vættir are nature spirits, and people often sacrificed to them. Many of these vættir were called landvættir, but only those who lived in features of the land, such as waterfalls or large stones.
  • Landvættir (at least) can be in the form of animals, so they do not always take a human form.
  • Vættir could be friendly, but they could also be spiteful when angered, ignored, or disrespected.
  • Some landvættir protected entire regions or countries, whereas others protected local farmsteads. Sometimes they did not protect for the sake of humanity, but for themselves, and so if you are not on friendly terms with them, they will likely cause you great trouble.
  • Many people gave offerings to the landvættir to build a stronger relationship with them and the land. These offerings were not always material, but could also be offerings of respect and recognition, because some landvættir became friendly with people without the need for a formal sacrifice. Sometimes they would come to people in dreams, but only if they wished to.
  • A landvættr could offer a friend many gifts, but mostly prosperity in regards to the raising of livestock, in farming, and even in advice. Another frequent gift they would offer would be the gift of prophecy or foresight.
  • The vættir could be ‘manipulated’ in such a way to incite trouble for a foe, although this seems to require careful skill, for the user would not wish to disrespect the vættir him- or herself, lest they wish to incur their wrath. Yet, this could also be due to good relations.
  • Not everyone could see vættir, for this required a special ability referred to as “second-sight.”
  • Despite not holding a prominent place in Eddic material, other sources suggest that the vættir placed a very central and regional role within the confines of Norse heathenism, and even beyond. Many of the practices told above would ahem been a part of daily life, and can best be summed up as a deep respect, and sometimes fear, of the power of nature.
  • The tradition surrounding the vættir has lived on for quite a long time, existing likely even before Iceland was settled. The vættir still live on today in folklore and in national images such as Iceland’s coat of arms.

Seems like we have learned quite a bit! Of course, this is perhaps only just the surface of the complexity that surrounds the vættir, but it is still quite rich and rewarding. Besides, I have only discussed examples from Iceland. Nonetheless, I do hope that you and others benefit from this post, despite its possibly daunting length. Feel free to reach out to me in the future if the need arises. I am always happy to discuss these things!

Með vinsemd og virðingu,
(With friendliness and respect,)
Fjörn


FOOTNOTES:

1. Viðar Hreinsson, Reference Section: Glossary, in The Complete Sagas of Icelanders: Including 49 Tales, Vol. V, edited by Viðar Hreinsson, Robert Cook, Terry Gunnell, Keneva Kunz, and Bernard Scudder, (Reykjavík: Leifur Eiríksson Publishing, 1997), 413.

Fig.1. Coat of Arms of Iceland, Wikimedia Commons.

2. Snorri Struluson, The Saga of Olaf Tryggvason, in Heimskringla, Vol. I, translated by Alison Finlay and Anthony Faulkes. (Viking Society for Northern Research: University College London, 2016), 168. (Chapter 33)

3. Hermann Pálsson and Paul Edwards trans., The Book of Settlements: Landnámabók. (repr., 1972; Manitoba: University of Manitoba Press, 2012), 125. (Chapter 329, Sturlubók)

4. Ibid., 126. (Chapter 330, Sturlubók)

5. Ari Thorgilsson, The Book of the Icelanders: Íslendingabók, translated by Siân Grønlie. (Viking Society for Northern Research: University College London, 2006), 4.

“It is said with accuracy that a Norwegian called Ingólfr travelled from there [Norway] to Iceland for the first time when Haraldr the Fine-Haired was sixteen years old, and a second time a few years later; he settled in the south in Reykjarvík.”

6. Pálsson trans., The Book of Settlements, 20. (Chapter 8, Sturlubók)

7. Ibid., 19. (Chapter 7, Sturlubók)

8. Ibid., 134. (Chapter 329, Sturlubók)

9. Bernard Scudder trans., Egil’s Saga, in The Complete Sagas of Icelanders: Including 49 Tales, Vol. I, edited by Viðar Hreinsson, Robert Cook, Terry Gunnell, Keneva Kunz, and Bernard Scudder, (Reykjavík: Leifur Eiríksson Publishing, 1997), 114. (Chapter 58) I recommend referring to the Penguin edition (page 119), due to the expense of the version I have used in writing this post.

I actually stubbled upon another bit of information, a poem this time, contained earlier in this chapter (Verse 29, page 110. Penguin: page 114). This actually explains why Egil did not incur the wrath of the landvættir, because he had right on his side. Think of it as a treat for actually reading these footnotes:

“Land spirit, the law-breaker        – (‘land spirit’ appears here as ‘landalfr’).
has forced me to travel 
far and wide; his bride deceives
the man who slew his brothers.
Grim-tempered Gunnhild must pay
for driving me from this land.
In my youth, I was quick to conquer
hesitation and avenge treachery.”

10. John Porter trans., The Tale of Thorvald the Far-Travelled, in The Complete Sagas of Icelanders: Including 49 Tales, vol. V, edited by Viðar Hreinsson, Robert Cook, Terry Gunnell, Keneva Kunz, and Bernard Scudder, (Reykjavík: Leifur Eiríksson Publishing, 1997), 360. (Chapter 3)

Sick prompt #1

Written for @alisa-otaku and her Hanahaki disease bad ending prompt. Unfortunately it’s unfinished since I ended up passing out and dropping my ipad on my face. Still, I wanted to give you what I got done so you wouldn’t be waiting forever for something I may or may not return to.

Enjoy.

It was a month after Hanzo’s arrival to the Watchpoint that he met the man who would kill him.

“There you are, luv!”

Hanzo could scarcely blink before Lena was in front of him, vibrating with energy as she grabbed hold of his arm, leading him forcefully down the hall. His bow was on his back, dressed casually for his morning training session with Zarya. “Miss Oxton-”

“Lena, sweetie.” It was a daily argument between them.

“Lena, then. Where are you taking me?”

“Jesse just arrived! You absolutely have to meet him! Oh you’ll just go mad!”

It took a while but he was beginning to understand her strange english colloquialisms. Better then he could a month ago, of course, when he was shocked to realize that he was not as fluent in english as he had first believed.

“Jesse is a previous member, I assume?”

“Gotcha in one! He was real tight with Genji back in the day. He musta told you about ‘im, right? Jesse McCree. The ol’ gunslinger!”

The name sounds familiar, but…

“He’s an honest to God cowboy!”

“Oh!” Genji had mentioned McCree many times. The rugged black ops agent with a winning smile who saved his life more times then he cared to recall. He’d been hopefully optimistic that the cowboy would eventually answer the recall. “A shame Genji will not be here to greet him.”

“He’ll be back from Nepal in no time!” Lena assures him, keeping her iron grip on his arm as they exit out onto the launchpad. Hanzo can just see a dropship in the distance flying toward them. “Sides, you and I’ll make him feel welcome enough for the whole team!”

It takes the ship almost no time to arrive, Lena carefully pulling them both back out of harm’s way as Athena carefully glides the ship to a stop. The door’s barely dropped open before Lena is screaming with joy and running to the ship, throwing her arms around the new arrival before he can even step out of the ship.

“MCCREE!”

“Woah there!”

The man’s voice is deep, rumbling with a warmth that makes Hanzo stand straight at attention. McCree is his opposite in every way, beard untrimmed and wild, hair and clothing still dusty and in need of a good washing. Speaking of his clothes, he’s dressed like he’s stepped right out of an old western, complete with chaps and boots with spurs (Spurs!). Something shiny on his belt catches Hanzo’s eyes, pulling them toward the godawful belt buckle and then to the metal replacement for the man’s hand. The hand Lena is studying with a mix of awe and horror while McCree chuckles at her.

“Would you believe me if I said it wasn’t my fault?”

“Mercy’s going to give you a right earful!”

“Oh god, the doc’s already back? Why didn’t you warn me!”

“You’re a lucky goat. She’s off in Nepal with Genji to help with the relief work there. Should be back soon though.”

It’s as if mentioning Genji’s name at all reminds Lena of Hanzo’s presence and she blinks to him, pulling him over to McCree with a grin. “Oh! This here’s Hanzo!”

Hanzo dips into a low bow once Lena lets go of his hand. “Shimada Hanzo, at your service. It is an honour to meet a hero of the original Overwatch.”

He’s greeted by a low whistle, looking up to find McCree holding his hat to his chest, lips pursed and eyebrows raised high. “Well, howdy there… The name’s McCree, Jesse McCree… and ain’t ya just an angel fell from heaven.”

The confusion must be evident on Hanzo’s face because Lena has to cover the grin on her face with her hands. She blinks back to Jesse’s face and stuffs his hat back onto his head. “You haven’t changed at all!”

“What! What I do!”

“You’ve been here all of five seconds and you’re already flirting up a storm!”

“He caught me off guard, aight?” He pushes Lena away playfully before fixing his hat and shooting Hanzo a smile. “So, Shimada, was it? Any relation to ol’ Genji Shimada?”

“My brother.” He responds carefully, watching Jesse’s face for any reaction.

There is none. Instead, he’s greeted by a hand held out for him to grab. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet ya, Hanzo.”

He pronounces it terribly but Hanzo finds it amusing rather than annoying. “Likewise.”

“How about I go get settled in and then you and I meet up later tonight to get to know each other better over some drinks?”

They both ignore Lena’s guffaw, and her following squeal of delight as Hanzo smiles in response. “I look forward to it.”

They fall into bed together that same evening, and Hanzo wakes up in bed alone.

Mark's Brother

Request: May I request a nct scenario where Taeyong is Mark older brother and gets overprotective/jealous as Mark starts to date the reader. Luv your blog❤️

Genre: Fluff
Words: 1223

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You were sitting next to Mark in maths class waiting for the bell to ring. You had started dating Mark about a month ago and today he said there was something he wanted to do with you.

The bell rang and you were about to get up when the teacher shouted to stop moving.

“Don’t leave before I can set homework!” Ahh you finally thought she had forgotten for once. But no luck when did teachers ever forget about homework.

You and Mark looked at each other and groaned. The teacher stood by the door handing out homework shueets as everyone left.

You reluctantly took one from her as you left. As you walked out of the school you turned to Mark.

“So what did you want to talk to me about?” You asked him grabbing a snack bar you had been saving for now out of your bag. Taking a bite as he began to talk.

“Well we have been dating for almost a month and it’s going pretty well right?” He half said half asked. You nodded.

“I think we go together better than well personally.” You replied nonchalantly, still snacking on your snack bar.

“Yeah better than well. Well you seem um well…” he seemed pretty nervous. That was a lot of ums and wells for one sentence.

You nodded at him to carry on, you would have said so but the snack bar gave you an excuse not to talk and make things any more awkward.

“My brother Taeyong wants to meet you,” he finally said. You looked up a bit surprised.

“Why is that such a big deal?” You asked taking his hand. “Lets go meet him now, at your house I assume,” you said leading him off. You were a bit nervous about meeting Mark’s brother but you reckoned if he was related to Mark then he must be nice.

Mark refused to move. He sighed and swallowed.

“This may seem weird but he is a bit protective over me. Like a lot protective over me. He wants to meet you and he is kind of intense sometimes and I’m just worried he might freak you out.” Mark said to you.

You laughed it off. “I’m sure it will be fine,” you insisted, but you weren’t so sure now. Meeting new people wasn’t always your forte and you weren’t sure if you were quite prepared for whatever interrogations you might be about to get from his brother Taeyong.

You arrived at their house a few minutes later, it was only a short walk from your school. You had been here once or twice before with Mark but his brother had usually been at work.

Mark pulled out his key and opened the door. You walked in and at first you thought no one was home. Mark guided you into the kitchen and poured you some water. You thanked him as you took it.

“Hey,” a voice said from the door frame. You jumped around startled. Who you thought must be Mark’s brother stood at the door. He looked nothing like Mark so you were not a hundred percent sure. You stood awkwardly not knowing what to say.

Mark scratched the back of his head.

“Hey bro, um Taeyong this is my girlfriend y/n, y/n this is Taeyong.” You gave him a little wave.

Taeyong didn’t smile though.

“I ordered pizza for us,” he said walking into the kitchen.

You loved pizza but Taeyong was scary, instinctively you moved closer to Mark. This caused Taeyong to narrow his eyes, so you moved further away from him.

Mark rolled his eyes.

“Hey Taeyong!” He shouted clicking his fingers in front of his face.

“Stop doing that, it’s really mean and creepy. Don’t freak out my girlfriend, I really like her.” Mark said defending you.

“That’s my main issue here.” Taeyong replied taking Mark’s water from his hand and sipping it.

“Taeyong stop!” He protested again, “you are talking like this is some crime drama, your embarrassing.”

The doorbell rang and Taeyong shrugged leaving to get a pizza.

Mark whispered to you, “I wouldn’t have let you come if I knew he would be this bad. When you have gone home I will throw him out the window.”

Taeyong returned carrying two pizzas. He places them on the table and motioned for you both to sit down.

“I have some questions,” Taeyong said eating a bit off pizza. You nodded still smiling at him but the apprehension you felt was obvious.

“How old are you? Why do you like Mark? What’s your favourite food? Can you fight bears?” He asked.

You went through all his questions and answered them.

“I’m 17, four months younger than Mark, he is really nice to me and funny, my favourite food is ramen and of course I can’t fight a bear. It’s a bear.” You replied.

“Mark how can you date a girl who can’t fight bears?” Taeyong asked with mock outrage. Mark gave him the ‘are you crazy?’ look.

“Why would I need to fight a bear? That’s a stupid requirement,” You told him. Taeyong smiled for the first time. You knew he probably wouldn’t like you for questioning him but you were fed up with how dumb this all was.

“You don’t, need to fight a bear. I was seeing what I could say until you questioned me. I only have one little brother and he hasn’t had a girlfriend before so I wanted to have fun. Also I wanted to see what kind of person you are to make sure you will be good for my little brother.” He explained.

“You didn’t have a go at me too quickly which shows good temperament and that you have respect but you also stopped me when I was being ridiculous which shows you are not afraid to stand up for yourself. I like you y/n.”

You smiled a bit. Taeyong still sort of scared you.

“But seriously,” he said forcing Mark to hug him. “If you make my brother cry I will hunt you down.” Mark shoved him away and shook his head.

“There will be no hunting down and no crying, Taeyong stop please.” He asked moving back to sit next to you.

“Ah but Markie you are my only little brother I have to make sure you are okay. But with this girl I think you will. Also I trust you judgment.” Taeyong said.

He gave you the thumbs up and stood up to leave you both alone.

“Welcome to the family y/n, but I will still hunt you down. Just you wait my friend.”

When Taeyong left the room Mark released a breath and turned to you.

“Y/n I’m sorry about him. Ahhh he is such an embarrassment.” You giggled at Mark’s complaints.

“Taeyong is actually very interesting. But I like his little brother a lot better.” You said kissing his cheek.

“I’m very happy to hear that,” Mark said giving you a quick kiss on the lips before you both got up to throw the pizza boxes away.

“NO KISSING, YOU ARE TOO SMALL CHILDREN!” Taeyong shouted from what sounded like upstairs. How he knew you didn’t know. But Marks family certainly was interesting. His brother was just a bit overprotective that’s all.

You're a Jones (Reader X Jughead )

Reader X Jughead

Summary: you’re Jughead little sister and it’s your first year in high school and you seem to get into trouble .

Request: Yes

Warning: none

A/N: hopefully I did this request justice! It’s currently 3 am and my eyes are dying, so sorry for any mistakes of spelling and grammar.

Request are open


It was my first day of high school, I could feel the nerves kick in but stayed calm knowing that I’m a Jones! And Jones never show fear, just like my brother Jughead. He always comes back home and tells me stories that have happened to him and I’ve always wanted to be just like him. And if there’s one thing that Jughead taught me is that US Jones are the wittiest and smartest ones.

Jughead and I walk to school side by side. Since I’m a year younger than Jughead I won’t be with him in any of his classes, meaning I’ll have to fend for myself… in this hell hole.
Jughead leads me to principal’s office, which I might add is creepy. Once my meeting is over with the principle I’m given my schedule and told where each class is.

It’s break time by the time 3 periods are over, Jughead told me to meet him at his table of friends since he doesn’t want me to be alone. Once I locate them I walk and sit next to betty. I’ve always loved Betty because she’s always been so nice to me.

“ hey Y/N, how’s high school so far? “ Betty asks with a genuine smile on her face.

“ hi and it’s good, I guess? Don’t like the teachers but what can I do.” I shrug my shoulders and eat away because breaks were meant for eating not chatting..

gosh do I love food.

When the break is over I grab my tray and throw my trash and head to my next class. While walking down the hall, the jocks had come and walked around as if they were some kind of gods.
Ignoring them I walked away, sadly having to pass them.

“ Won’t you look at that, it’s the fanboy freak’s little sister you’re cute Y/N but you’re related to that anti-social brother of yours.” One of the jocks speaks up whom’s hair is styled to perfection an who’s also known as Reggie.

I walk away and continue my way to class and not letting his idiotic words bother me. The next class that I had was writing. once I entered I noticed the teacher’s eyes light up.

“ oh you must be Jugheads sister, Y/N. I sure hope you write like him.”

I internally roll my eyes and think “ no I have a different handwriting” but I smile and walk to my seat.

Once countless of classes are over I have homeroom, which is where the student lounge is. when I enter I notice that it’s filled with students of different year levels and I notice Archie with one of the Pussy cat girls. One of the other things I notice is that Reggie is here, great.
I try to avoid him but he still notices me.

“ looks like we meet again little freak. How does it feel to have a brother who’s a murderer and well,who does things to dead bodies.”

I notice that the student lounge has now become quite.
Officially you can say my blood is boiling, I turn around and face him.
“WOW , even after my brother telling you that it’s Necrophilia you can’t pronounce it, remember it and neither can you spell it. Tragic. “

Reggie gets up quickly and tries to come at me but before he can hit me I punch him directly on his nose and knee him where the sun don’t shine.
Soon after the pain on my fist kicks in, why do movies make it seem so simple ?

I notice Archie run to me and checks my hand.
“ Y/N let’s go and find Jughead.” He pulls me by my other hand and leads the way.
When we find jughead who’s with Veronica and Betty, Archie tells them the story while I die from pain. Can’t anyone notice my pain?
Never mind , betty and veronica start to ask me questions if I’m fine and how they’ll report Reggie.
Suddenly Betty turns around to face my brother and asks “ Juggie! Why are you so calm, your sister was just bullied and was almost hit!”

Jughead laughs and smiles towards me and says “ I told you us Jones are witty and never show fear. I’m proud of you… you act just like a Jones Y/N .”

[META] Papyrus Doesn’t Play Dumb (nor is he stupid)

I know I should be working on one of my other multiple meta & theory projects, but this is something that has been bothering me for a long time: the popular assumption that Papyrus pretends to seem naive and stupid around Sans because….who knows, but usually the explanation boils down to him being a condescending jerk.

My dash was flooded with this nonsense the other day and my fuse pretty much broke a few times. I had to delete a few posts after blowing up at some people on the subject. But then I realized I should probably explain my point-of-view in a stand-alone post, in detail.

First things first, the basic premise of my argument:

The popular taken-for-canon “Fool or Phony” Papyrus interpretation presents only two possible explanations for apparent inconsistencies with Papyrus’ character: either Papyrus chooses to play dumb around his brother and friends for no clear reason, or he’s dumb as bricks.  Both options are unconscionable and ultimately contradict what is presented in the canon.

This post won’t be covering every scene with Papyrus that relates to this idea that Papyrus must be either Fool or Phony, but I think I selected the moments in the game most frequently brought up when the idea is discussed. So be warned that this is nearly 4000 words long and contains 43 images.  My apologies to my followers on mobile. 

This isn’t going to be a rant on why this idea makes me cranky.  This is just going to be a counter-argument. Where I occasionally refer to Liar!Papyrus in colorful language, because I’m only human and I really really hate this character interpretation.

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Disappointed - Draco Malfoy

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Characters: Draco Malfoy

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon: “let’s just pretend for a moment that James and Lily did not die. They obviously have Harry, but since they didn’t die they did not die they have a daughter. Could you write something where she is sorted into Slytherin and James and Lily do not know how to react and she gets super upset because she feels like she let her family down, especially her uncle Sirius who always told her Slytherin was awful”

Word Count: 725

Author: Hannah

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Being Baekhyun’s sister

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

  • Okay so like I had this thought in my head of what it would be like being related to Bakehyun so bam here we are-
  • I mean I needed to make this bc who the fuck wouldn’t want to be related to this happy sunshine
  • I might make a “Being Baekhyun’s brother” version after this one-
  • Alright so let’s go!
  • Being Baekhyun’s sister would make lots of people to expect you to be just like this beagle; loud, excited, energtic etc. but boy are people wrong.
  • you’re a shy, silent, antisocial introvert which really makes people go “are you sure you’re related to him??” bc people are stupid and don’t realize personalities have nothing to do with being related to someone
  • Because of your introverted and shy personality Baekhyun views you as very precious and that he must protect you! I mean he’s your brother so he’s going to protect you anyways but still-
  • He may protect you but he will straight tease the hell out of you or annoy you or get sassy with you
  • He’s the only one allowed to treat you like that though if anyone else tries to he’ll hurt them
  • You also live with him bc your college is like right down the road for his house (s h u s h lets just pretend he has his own house that’s close to the exo dorm okay?? okay) 
  • Living with him is kind of hell but it’s like a fun hell…maybe it’s mostly fun for him though
  • He pulls so many pranks on you but it’s almost always with the help of the beagle line
  • Like on time you had just gotten out of the shower and you were drying off and getting dress and then you were going to dry your hair until you caught a glimpse of something in the bathroom mirror that made you do a double take. That little sunshine fucker had put red dye in your shampoo…not just any type of red though but the red that Chanyeol had his hair dyed to
  • The scream you let out was so terrifying that it almost made Baekhyun and his friends piss his pants
  • ooohhh yeah i forgot to mention he decided to pull this park while almost all of Exo was over…well anywho he did so…
  • “BYUN FUCKING BAEKHYUN!” was literally the scariest thing that any of them had heard-
  • You came marching down the stairs in just your sports bra and sweat pants and lets not forget that new “amazing” red hair, pissed to the high heavens. Like you were so mad that you hadn’t notice the other members yet bc your focus was just on your big brother
  • He looked away from the tv and at you with the biggest shit eating grin you had ever seen. “Oh hey sis, love what you done with your hair” Insert him laughing along with Chanyeol whom he had gotten the hair dye from here
  • By this time you had noticed the other boys whom were all sitting spread out in the living room, staring at you with wide eyes….well besides Sehun because Suho had clamped one of his hands over the maknae’s eyes
  • “Oh my god..I’m so…holy shit…I’m sorry” was all you could stutter out before stumbling over yourself and then running back upstairs
  • Once you were dressed “properly” you were letcured by Suho for like fifteen minutes about using bad words
  • It took about four to five months for all that hair dye to fade away and you tried to stay mad at him the whole time but it’s hard to stay mad at that lil sunshine
  • Baekhyun is a good brother besides the pranking and being a little too over protective….okay maybe way too over protective 

Originally posted by jonginssoo

(OH MY GOD. THIS GIF MAKES MY LIL PANSEXUAL HEART WEAK)

  • You were going on this date once with a guy from your school, he was on the dance team of the school, he was in the fencing club, (I’m making some weird ass clubs and shit up here guys bc idfk anything about college)  he was very smart, and funny, and kind and he had a nice group of friends 
  • Well Baekhyun hadn’t said anything the whole day when you were getting ready for the date, he was acting pretty normal as he hung out with Chanyeol and Jongdae in the living until he heard the knock on the door.
  • “BAEKHYUN COULD YOU GET THAT PLEASE? IT’S PROBABLY JACKSON, TELL HIM I’LL BE DOWN IN A MINUTE AND PLEASE DON’T SAY ANYTHING STUPID”
  • Baekhyun hopped up off the couch and walked over to front door and opened it only to be greeted by the sight of this incredibly good looking guy,,.. the guy had his hair dyed blonde, he was tall and skinny but like muscular as well and he had the jawline of a g r e e k g o d.
  •  He was dressed in all black too, a black button up blazer with black slacks and black dress shoes. 
  • The boy, dubbed as Jackson, smiled at Baekhyun and gave a small lil bow of his head. “You must be Baekhyun, (Y/n) has told me a bit about you”
  • The shorter but older male just kind of blinked at him, he could feel the fuckboy vibes radiating off of him even though Jackson looked like a nice guy that anyone would want to bring home to their mom but Baekhyun saw right through him and there was no way that this lil beagle was going to let his little sister go on a date with him (Jackson is’t like that at all irl I’m just making stuff up for this scenario thingy)
  • “So you’re the one who’s taking my sister on a date?” “Yeah…”
  • Baekhyun stepped forward and grabbed him by his blazer, a serious and deadly expression on his face
  • “Yah! what the hell are you doing man!” Baekhyun glared at him, making him shut up real quick
  • “If you so much as even look at my sister the wrong way or make her feel uncomfortable I’ll cut your dick off and then I’ll staple dead birds to your car or better yet I’ll make a deal with Satan (Kyungsoo) and ask him if he’ll kill you, I mean I’ve done it before” insert Jackson’s eyes widening as he takes a step back before running to his car and driving off here
  • Baekhyun went back in and sat back down beside Jongdae and Chanyeol who were just kind of giving him glances bc they have no idea what happened but oh,,,well 
  • Beagle line stayed up all night with you that as you cried and eat ice cream bc Jackson stood you up
  • Baekhyun might not want you to date anyone but…there is this one person he thinks you would go well with-

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

  • He lowkey wants you to date Chanyeol bc he sees the way you two get all close and whisper to each other, he sees it when Chanyeol lets you wear his hoody when you’re cold
  • He ships the hell out of it but really the reason why you’re always close to Chanyeol and whispering to him is bc you’re asking him for advice on how to ask out Suho bc like that Eomma acting leader has stolen your heart 
  • Chanyeol did give you advice and you ended up going on quite a few dates with Suho 
  • which led to Baekhyun being confused bc you were coming home later than usual and you were always giggling and smiling down at your phone and when he would you why you were late to come home or why you were smiling down at your phone you would just say “Oh I was studying at the library “ and “Just talking to my friend Rocky!”
  • Baekhyun was suspicious but he knew better than to pry bc last time he did that you threw a shoe at his face
  • After a while he got use to your weird behavior and decided not to ask anymore and just let you do you
  • Well one day Baekhyun had to stay late at the studio and you and Suho decided it would be a nice idea to hang out at the house before he came home..,, oh man you guys were wrong
  • Baekhyun came home about thirty minutes earlier than he thought he would and he thought he would surprise you by bringing home some of your favorite take out food
  • He didn’t think anything about it when he saw Suho’s car parked in the drive way, he was just like “Oh hey, maybe hyung came by to pick up something he left here or to hang out with me and (Y/n)”
  • He went inside holding a bag of take out in his hand and shrugged off his jacket, he thought it was weird that you and Suho weren’t in the living room to hang out but he guessed maybe Suho was in your room helping you study or something….well he wasn’t wrong about you two being in your room
  • He heard White Chicks aka your favorite movie playing so he didn’t think anything about knocking on the door bc he thought you two were watching a movie so he just walked into the room-T
  • o say he was shocked by what he saw was an understatement, he had been expecting to walk into your room and see you two just sitting on your bed and watched the movie but no…. shirtless you were pinned under his equally shirtless leader as you two made out
  • as soon as Baekhyun saw you two the bag of take out food hit the floor as he let out a shrill shriek causing you two to jump away from each other or well you stopped making out and Suho hid you behind his back because he was worried about your indecency
  •  It was awkward the rest of the night bc Baekhyun kept looking between you and Suho and would say shit like “Him??” “Really??” “Why not Chanyeol??”
  • Suho would just glare at him when Baekhyunwould say stuff like that but you would always beat Suho to saying anything.“I don’t like mister dumbo ears like you do!” insert Suho trying not to laugh while Baekhyun dramatically gasps before he yells at you about how he doesn’t like Chanyeol
  • Baekhyun approves of the relationship though bc honestly he wouldn’t want you to date anyone else plus he sees how happy you two make each other and he loves it-
  • lowkey planning your wedding already
  • lowkey likes taking pics of you two when he’s third wheeling and posts them on twitter with captions like “Ew, they’re so in love” or “It’s like I’m invisible to these love birds” 
  • He spoils you though, he always makes sure that there’s packs/boxes/idk what to call it of your favorite snacks in the kitchen
  • He always buys you cute plushies from all the places that they perform at so your bed is like filled with plushies and he always likes to make jokes whenever Suho comes over to see you..,, he’ll say shit like “Keep it pg in there, it might scar the lil plushes if you don’t”
  • You know all like the jackets from each era/come back that the memebers have/get?? well guess who has all of Baekhyun’s, yep you they’re all in your closet and you wear them a lot when he’s on tour bc you miss him
  • He’ll Skype you or facetime you when he’s on tour or when you’re facetiming or skyping with Suho he almost always makes sure he pops up into the room so he can be in on the call just to annoy the two of you
  • lowkey could see this small precious bean wanting to get sibling tattoos, but like really small tattoos like lil infinity signs (so cliche) or maybe or maybe each other’s initials 
  • you two did get the initial tattoos bc you both really liked the idea, he got his on his right wrist and you got yours on your left wrist and honestly it’s so cute
  • He loves you to pieces even though he does have weird ways of showing it
  • Honestly he would be one of the best big brothers ever!

(I hope you guys like this and I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes that were probably made)

sewrprince  asked:

wait, why would dabi be todoroki's older brother? i must have missed out on something there. were there any hints?

I don’t really support this myself because there’s not much evidence…BUUUT I think it’s interesting! I will share what I have read here and there! 

So, people on different websites have speculated that they are brothers somehow…or related or…something..

  • When Dabi is first introduced to Shigaraki he doesn’t give his real name.
  • Dabi’s quirk is revealed to be fire but is more smokey than Todo’s, and Dabi’s quirk reminds many of cremation/inceneration.
  • It is known that Todoroki is Endeavor’s “Masterpiece” after his two older brothers that were deemed “failures”.
  • His brothers are unnamed and have not appeared in the manga yet, but his siter has (Fuyumi)
  • In chapter 82 we get an important panel between them after Shouji and Todo try to cath the marble with Bakugou in it.. leading some to further this theory that they know eachother and Dabi is purposely going out of his way to prove that the “masterpiece” child has failed against himself one of the “failures” by saying “How sad, Todoroki Shouto.”

It is also important to note that with the recent chapter 88 Dabi is still the ONLY unnamed villain apart of the alliance.  

I read some input from other’s on this theory this morning saying that he was left out on purpose and his identity is way more important to the plot than what has been lead on in the past chapters. 

But who knows! it is a nice theory, but needs more evidence. Hope this was helpful!!

Kaylor: Online Interactions Timeline

I’m not including their likes, but know that they usually like a lot of their pictures (but not all). Note that Taylor has recently been MIA, but Karlie is still active on Instagram and Snapchat. If I missed any posts/updates/replies, please message me.

I linked their posts on the username (on the left). I also included their friends’ posts if they are both in the picture (not all but most). Anyway, here is Kaylor 2012 - 2016 in the media.

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Sorry to pester you with this again but it just hit me: what if various aliens, mostly the Galra, also get the Voltron crew’s stream sessions? Like legit paladin discourse among the Galra:

  • “Alright men, we need to destroy the paladins but keep the yellow one alive because he’s the reason the food in the mess hall is getting better.”
  • “The blue one just chugged an entire bottle of capsaicin and claims that his family eats it all the time. We must approach him with caution.”
  • “The small green one is a genius with robotics. Maybe we could recruit her?” “We literally tortured her brother and have lost track of her father.”
  • “What about the red one? He’s part Galra already! He should be living with us and not the humans.” “Yes, let’s kidnap someone the Champion views as family what a swell idea.”
  • “I have not seen my family for half a decathebe I am starting to relate to the paladins and their need for parents.”
  • Zarkon getting tired of anonymous petitions coming from various soldiers to “adopt the paladins” instead of destroying them. He is starting to hate media as a whole.
  • Sal having a framed picture of Hunk at his food stand with a plaque under it saying “Creator of the Vrepit Special”.
  • Everyone stopping whatever they are doing because the stream is starting.
  • The Voltron Force have official codenames that they are referred to in mission reports: Champion, Galra Red, Yellow Chef, Blue Sharpshooter, Green Child, Princess, and Various Titles Man.
  • Soldiers asking to be interviewed in the middle of combat so they can give a shout out to their families.
  • “We’re going to attack cruiser PX-157.” “Haha I feel sorry for those losers.” “…Hey everyone that’s our ship!”
  • “That short video that was posted cannot be seven ticks long. How does someone fit so much into a video that short?”
  • “Do I want to know that happened this time?” “The latest stream had the Champion state that if he were to perish, Galra Red would take over as the black paladin. Everyone is either in agreement or trying to argue that someone else should lead Voltron. My money is on the Princess.”