but he looks worse

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Hanzo returns from a mission, having hidden an injury from the rest of his team. He comes directly to you, looking only a little worse for the wear. You see only a few bumps and scrapes, and go to congratulate him on his victory with a hug. Only then does he let out a groan in pain and staggers back a step, leaning against the wall. Your anger is beaten only by your worry for him, and he lowers his gaze as you search him for injuries. A single bullet wound right above his right hip had -c-

Been covered up all too well by his dark clothing. You are caught between the urge to scold him and thank him for making it back, but that can wait. Activating your healing powers brings him some immediate relief and Hanzo’s expression softens, even though he still hates that he worried you. “Forgive me, Star. You-” Your rather pointed stare has him quieting immediately. You’ve been through this before, with Hanzo stating he only trusts your capable hands. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” -d-

A Dangerous Conspiracy ➾
alternatively, Tempest in a Teapot

part one | part two | part three
the final part….

Lothíriel was fed, bathed, and put to bed before the noon bell rang in her father’s house. She could hardly bring herself to care about any of the questions she would normally have. Heartache was making her miserable and so in the mood for languishing in bed, but too unhappy to lay still. But despite all this she slept soundly through the remainder of the day and the following night, and late the next morning.

Over the midmorning meal, delivered to her chambers so that she could continue her brooding, her father arrived to explain everything that had happened.

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Ardyn getting annoyed that Noctis is taking so long to get to Galdin, so he starts angry knitting and the cat comes to him and he's basically an old cat lady.

😂 he looks so nonthreatening and sweet but the truth is so much worse loool

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hello! i was rewatching ep11 and.. do you think that victor failed to support yuuri or notice his anxiety? like after the kiss & cry, when yuuri must have still been quite shaken, victor just wasn't There with him, and he was so openly excited about the other performances failing to notice yuuri's state (while sara did, but yurio interrupted her attempt at reaching out), and he's usually with yuuri at the ending interview in some form but not this time (i just love hearing your yoi thoughts)

(thanks, I’m happy you like to hear them!)

Actually, I think Victor was trying to do exactly as Yuri had asked him to. And he didn’t abandon him at any time.

In episode 07 Yuri was in even worse trouble; before his competition he was looking worse and worse. Victor tried to solve that by a)getting him away from everyone b)talking and c) threatening him. The result was a mess, with Yuri becoming even worse, crying and yelling in desperation.

And one thing he yelled was:

“You don’t have to say anything. Just stand by me. Just have more faith than I do that I’ll win.”

And I do believe in ep.11 Victor was trying to do exactly that. He even had an inner monologue stating he wanted to give Yuri something, so it’s impossible to think he wasn’t focused on Yuri.

By not fretting over him, Victor was trying to show faith in Yuri. He likely feared making it clear he was worried over Yuri’s state would make Yuri think he didn’t have faith in him.

Also, it’s not as if he wasn’t there for Yuri, quite the opposite:

1) After Yuri does badly and throughout Phichit’s performance, both remain at the kiss and cry, alone and side by side. So Victor didn’t immediately abandon him. In fact, they only leave after Yurio came to kick them out of the bench

2) After that, Victor likely only left Yuri’s side when he wasn’t needed. After Yurio kicks them out of the bench, we only see them a while later: Victor is watching Agape and so is Yuri…but through a screen as he’s surrounded by reporters. And then we see him realize Victor isn’t there:

This means that Victor only left at a time where Yuri wasn’t in need of his presence. If he had needed it, he’d have noticed Victor leaving. So it’s not as if Victor left him suffering alone

The rest is under a read more to avoid making this too long on people’s dashes:

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I still can’t believe that these two dorks imported from Transformers Prime are the 2nd pair of canon robots husbands in the IDW comics. They aren’t just window dressing either! There’s a story behind the vain, high speed racer that married a guy who is considered inferior by his whole culture. I want to see it play out so badly!

Knockout and Breakdown are precious and deserve all the love. 

“Cheater Cheater”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky has a feeling you’re cheating on him with Sam. After a lot of brooding and thought, he decides to confront the two of you.

“¿Dónde estás, Yolanda?”

A/N: I can’t do angst to save my life, so this story takes on a very different direction than originally intended. -j xx

“I’m pretty sure she’s cheating on me.”

Bucky grimaces, hating how those words taste on his tongue. He refuses to look at Steve, because the gnawing feeling in his stomach will get only worse once he looks at his friend’s shocked eyes. “Whenever I ask her how her day was or what she did, she clams up and gives me some weird answer or excuse,” he continues.”

Steve rubs his jaw. "Buck, that’s not enough to assume that (Y/N)’s cheating on you.”

Bucky fishes his phone out of his leather jacket and pushes it towards Steve. “This is overbearing of me, but I asked Nat to do a little recon,” he sighs. “Whenever I look at these photos, a little voice in my head nags ‘Cheater cheater!’”

Steve uneasily scrolls through the different high-quality photos of you secretively walking out of a suite at the Avengers Tower. “Whose room is she leaving?“ he asks.

"Sam’s. It’s been going for about two weeks now.”

Steve practically spits out his coffee. “WHAT?”

Bucky feels drained as he takes his phone back. “Nat said that after (Y/N) leaves, Sam’s whistling around the tower. And you know Sam only whistles after one thing.”

Oh, every Avenger in the tower knew what the whistling meant. It was Sam Wilson’s telltale sign that he got lucky with a woman.

Steve shakes his head in disbelief. “(Y/N) and Sam? I mean, you and Sam… but… what?”

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“well i guess i have to kiss someone else now so that we’re even.”

“who would you kiss?”

“i’ll kiss frankie!”

“i’ve lost my girlfriend to a toddler. i’ve nothing to live for.”

Reiji: In honor of being a good brother, I made a list of all the things that I like about you.

Shu: This is just a blank piece of paper.

Reiji: Exactly.

I really love the Galra portion on the new poster/promotional art (which is also my new wallpaper, ofc).

Haxus getting carried away by Rover, Prorok looking on nervously as Sendak just attacks nothing for no reason, the one Galra soldier by himself looking dejected. Haggar looks like she’s getting ready to practice her Evil Laugh.

Then there’s these two;

Look at these guys, they’re buddies! I cannot remember if they were in the first season, anybody know? I’m pretty sure even if they were, though, they didn’t get names. Either way, brotp.

And then you have Thace, like;

Okay that expression is just unfairly charming on him, I did not sign up for this. Send help.

“I hope the human likes this puzzle! I worked so hard on it!”
“I’m sure they will bro.”

I drew this a little bit ago and had forgotten to post it with my move going on and all. We’ve also been pretty slow here lately, so here you go! Skelebros! Aren’t they just adorable?

I have some mini-comics that answer an ask we got a bit ago coming out for RB soon! They are almost done and I hope you guys like it. It’s just coming along slowly due to life currently. Thank you for your patience~

I wish we could push comics out faster but we don’t draw super fast sadly. And we’ve tried doing less detailed or colorless comics but we can never seem to be happy with them. We gotta make them all pretty and detailed and it takes longer because of that. I swear we need clones!

~ Sol

Best Friends Forever

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

*Requested smut, read carefully ;)

Imagine: You are angry because you ex seems to be really hitting it off since you two broke up. In order to help you through it, Klaus Mikaelson, your best friend, shows up in your place. There, he decides to come clean about his own feelings. After that, things get a bit hot in your room.

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A light rain was pouring outside, matching your horrible mood. Today you had the misfortune of bumping into your ex boyfriend, Matt Donovan, and, to make things even worse, he looked like he could not be any happier, babbling about his growing success. Like you wanted to actually know that! Urgh! And that son of a bitch still felt in the right to comment about your life and fucking laugh about it. So what you had been going out and drinking more? It was none of his business.

Taking a deep breath, you turned on the radio. Music helped a lot to discharge the anger and keep your emotions together. Right now, it was exactly what you needed. Luckily, your girl power song was on: Beyoncé’s hit Single Ladies. A smile fastly appeared, as you started to sing and dance along.

“Acting up, drink in my cup! I can’t care less what you think.” You swayed your hips to the tune and rolled your eyes, wishing you were telling him that. “I need no permission, did I mention?”

“I take you are in a good mood, Y/N.”

The singing stopped and strangled scream came out instead. It took a few seconds for you to realise who had barged into your room, invading your privacy. After the fear went off and Klaus was laughing out loud, you frowned, angry. 

“This is not funny. I could have had a heart attack.”

“You’re a banshee, I’m pretty sure you are able to predict your own death.” You narrowed your eyes. “I’m just kidding! I came back town yesterday and heard Matt was at Mystic Falls as well. Thought I’d come to see how you were doing.”

“I’m doing peachy!”

“Do you want me to kill him?” He questioned, sitting next to you. “Because I’d gladly do it.”

“No. I don’t want his blood on your hands too. My friends already hate you enough.”

He chuckled at your remark.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m just mad he still feels like he has some sort of right over me. Matt even laughed when I said I had met somebody new.”

Klaus’ face twitched when you said that, almost as if he was jealous or something. But you had to be imagining it, since he was madly in love with Camille O'Connell, a bloody bartender he met back in New Orleans and the one responsible for stealing him away from you. Argh, you hated her and your bad luck with boys.

“Have you?” He asked, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

“No… But I wish I had, so I would go out and show him off to everyone.” You laughed and he soon followed. “Enough about me now. Tell me, how is everything in New Orleans?”

“Fine, I guess, although I wish you would come to live with me. You’d be safer plus I wouldn’t have to be missing you all the time.”

“Aw, if that’s your way of telling me you like me, I’m loving it.” You hugged him, nuzzling on his neck. “Yet, I’m pretty sure you didn’t miss me so much.”

“Is that so, love?”

“Yeah, I bet you kept yourself busy hooking up with that Cami girl.”

Klaus giggled and stroke your hair, squeezing your body against his. It felt good to be there, inside his arms, feeling all the warmth he could provide. The best place on earth. Suddenly, you were taken from your thoughts as the blond pushed you off a little, just enough so he could see your face and run his fingers through your cheeks.

“You shouldn’t worry about that.”

“Of course I should, she has you all to herself.”

“No, she doesn’t. Cami was just a fling. Someone to pass the time with.”

“I thought you were in love with her…” You bit your lip, confused.

“Oh, I assume Elijah and you have been talking.”

“Nah. Rebekah may have slipped the information that you were in love when she came to visit me.”

“She speaks the truth. But it’s not Cami the woman I love.”

“Then who is it?”

“You’re so silly, darling.” His voice came out soft as silk. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m in love with you! Since the fucking day you walked into that bar and amazed me with your courageousness. I knew I had to have you in my life.”

A breath got stuck on your throat, which made a loud squeal come out. The whole situation was just too much to swallow at once. Your mind even rewined his speech, trying to make you understand what he had just said. Klaus Mikaelson loved you. His funny little human/banshee friend. A girl crazy enough to stand up for her own principles and give him witty responses. The only one able to love him despite his awful mood swings and dreadful need for revenge. Yes, despite all the times he hurt your friends and plotted evil plans, you still wanted him to be a part of your life. Heck, this was so messed up! Maybe you had some sort of Stockholm syndrome or something like that.



“Breathe.” Only then you realised you were not breathing and was starting to feel dizzy. You let air fill your lungs, helping everything to work properly as before. “Feeling better?”

“You love me?” Your voice was still coming out as a high pitched sound. “How can you love me?”

“I can’t explain it… But I do. I love you. And I am selfish enough to need you by my side.”

“This is…”

Klaus did not give you time to finish the sentence. He smashed his lips against yours, his hands grasping your hair and pulling it. For a split second, you considered stopping him. You were not able to do that, though. Matter fact, it took only a couple of seconds for you to wrap your arms around his waist and kiss him as badly as you wanted.

“Klaus… We need to… Come on, help me a bit.” Your voice came out between gasps and his attempts to keep kissing you. He surrendered and let you free of his spell.

“I’m tired of holding back. You have no idea how hard it is to hide feelings.”

“Why did you do it, then?”

“You were with Matt.”

“So? That never mattered to you before. I heard what you did to poor Tyler just because Caroline loved him.”

“It’s… Different. I never loved her like I do with you. I wanted you to be happy.”

“OK, so we have caring and altruistic Klaus at once? I’m going to pass out.” He laughed and you joined him. “You know I love you too, honey. I just thought we were platonic. Like, friends and nothing else. Me, a nut job who had the guts to challenge a thousand year old original vampire would never have a chance with someone like him. Like you. So I settled with human and ordinary.”

“Don’t ever say that again.” He placed two fingers on your lips. “I can’t imagine no one who can match you. You’re meant to be extraordinary. A true queen. My queen.

His grip tightened on your waist, bringing you closer. Now it was all about the senses, which were way more heightened. Klaus’ hot breath against your neck, while his stubble made shivers run across your body. Everything felt so perfect…

“Nik, are you really sure you want do this? Because once we’re in, there’s no getting out.”

“I’m sure. You’re stuck with me, Y/L/N.”

“I guess we should seal it, then.” You said, hooking your arms around his neck and looking directly at the intense blue of his eyes.


“It’s better if I show you.”

Your hands slippered slowly through his body until they reached the tip of his shirt, tugging it. Klaus smiled and lifted his arms, helping you to get that part of his clothing off. The sight of him shirtless made you sigh, enchanted. No other guy you had hooked up with looked half as hot as the original vampire did. It was not fair!

“Like what see, darling?”

“Oh, yeah. But-am, I’d like to see more.” You bit your lower lip. “Take those off for me, please?”

He started unbuckling his belt and then, in a very provocative way, got rid of his trousers. While the Mikaelson kick it to one of the room’s corners, you thought it was not possible for someone to be this delicious. That pair of black boxers had your mouth watering just to see what was hiding underneath. You stood, walking towards him and began to feel his bare chest. The muscles tensed. Klaus approached your bodies by pulling you closer.

“You’re way too dressed for the occasion.”

“Then help me out of it.” You whispered, teasing him.

Suddenly the skirt your wearing was torn and tossed somewhere, your baggy shirt went alongside it. The same thing happen to the fine black bra and the thong you had on. The original hybrid grinned, maliciously. He did not spare time to touch your pussy. His fingers very urgent, which made you groan loudly.

“Oh, God!”

“Nuh-uh, babe. I want my name coming out of your lips.”

“Yeah, honey?” Your voice was soaked with pleasure. “I guess you’ll have to work for it.”

“Don’t worry, I promise it’ll be satisfying.”

Klaus grasped your shoulders, applying a fair amount of strength, and guided you to bed, where he pushed you so you would fell against the mattress. Once you were there, he spread your legs and started to trace every inch of your skin, so freaking slowly it was driving you mad. A grunt escaped, as a complaining for his method to deal with things. He did not seem to care, for the man kept having his way. He gave sloppy kisses on your inner thighs and his hands ran to your breasts, massaging. You stuck your fingers in his curls, every gasp was followed by your nails digging a little more deep on it. Finally he thought it was a good idea to cut the teasing and go for it. His tongue darted out your entrance, the tip playing with your folds and making you yell so loudly you knew your neighbours would come by to critise.

“Do you like that, love?”

“Oh, fuck, just shut up and keep going.”

The original laughed and went back to your core, this time kitten licking the soft nub in the centre of it. Your breathing became more irregular as he invested more rashly, which made you twist and buckle your hips against his face. The tension built up on your stomach wanting to be released. Though you had the feeling he would not give this to you so easily. Klaus pumped two of his fingers in and out of you, now spotting places you never noticed that were there before.

“Oh, baby… I can’t hold on any longer.”

“So fast, love? I was hoping you would give me time to enjoy as well.”

“Then fuck me, right now.” The numb feeling almost did not let you externalise your thoughts. “Please… I need you inside me.”

With a small nod, he took off his briefs and stood bare naked in front of you. “And that’s what I call a beautiful sight”, you thought, laughing on the inside. Klaus grabbed one of your ankles and, once more, opened your legs wide. Now it was time to do what you had been craving from the minute you saw him shirtless.

“Ready to scream my name, babe?”

“I think you’ll be the one screaming mine.”

Klaus grinned, grasping your buttcheeks and helping you straddle him. Once you were settled, the feeling of his bare cock touching your wet pussy was overwhelming, making both moan out loud. He helped to improve the pleasure by pressing your clit with his thumb, drawing small eight figures on it. Gosh, all you wanted to do was yell and ride him like crazy. Like he was the last man standing on Earth.

“Come on, love. I can’t wait any longer.”

“Oh, OK.”

You splayed one of your hands on his chest and used the other to lead his length to your throbbing core. Took only a split second for it to happen, but, when it did, you knew it was the best decision you had ever made. The Mikaelson was soft and warm, just like you imagined he was. Perfect. His large hands clutched your hips, making your body do the work. Your breathing came out harshly, it was pretty hard to do that when you were so focused on getting your pleasure.

“So fucking delicious, Y/N.”

“Oh-oh, Klaus!”

“Told I’d make you yell my name.” He winked and you laughed. “Fuck, babe.”

“I’m going to cum. So… Close!“

The pleasure sensation was spreading through your form, making you dig your nails so deep within his skin that you could see blood coming out. Of course you did not have any power to hurt him, well, at least physically speaking. Your true scream, the banshee one, could easily put him into a long sleep, but you had that under control, so you flooded the room with moans and gasps. Now the orgasm seemed a movement away.

“Cum to me, Y/N/N. As hard as you can.”

“Oh, f-fuck! Klaus!”

It was so wonderful that all you managed to do was curl your toes and throw your head back, claiming for mercy. No one had ever made you feel this way, not even Damon and boy he had a way with the ladies. You were truly amazed. However, Klaus did not give you time to digest what you had just felt, for he still needed his release.

“Just a little more, honey.”

“Cum inside my pussy. I want to feel how is it like to be fulfilled by an Alpha.”

“So smooth with the words, huh?”

Trying to rush things, you wiggled on his lap, this time being fully aware of his tight grip on your waist. A couple of minutes later, he clamped his lower lip between his teeth and screwed his eyes shut, cumming inside of you in hot spurts. But you wanted him to feel at least a third of what you felt, so you clenched your core around him, hearing the deep groan coming out as a response.

“God, I love you so much, Y/N!”

“Aw, I love you too, hun.”

A bit tired, you rolled to the side and closed your eyes for a second, maybe you could get some sleep. After that, it was the kindest thing you could do for your own body. The hybrid pulled you to lay on his chest and started to caress your hair. So lovely. It was the side of him nobody knew except you. And the main reason why you still believed he could be saved. Deep down, all he wanted was to be loved and you were more than happy to do that for him.

You blinked, sleepy, and started to draw small things on Klaus’ chest. Yet, before you could fall asleep completely, your doorbell began to rang and you covered your ears with a pillow.

“Oh, no! Who could it be?”

“Do you want me to answer the door?”

“Nah, I can do it.” You tried to stand, but your legs did not take it so well.  “This is so embarrassing!”

“Put this on.” He threw a robe at me, putting on his own briefs. “I’ll help you get down.”

He picked you up, bridal style and took you downstairs, where the doorbell kept ringing loudly. And, even though you were pissed off about someone ruining your perfect afternoon, you laughed at the way that the blond treated you. If he was trying to spoil you, Klaus was doing it perfectly. Close to the big white door, he put you down and placed a hand on your waist, helping you to stand firmly.

“Now, who is it… Matt?” You widened your eyes staring the man outside. “What are you doing here?”

“What is he doing here?”

“It’s none of your business.” Your best friend, now boyfriend, as you assumed, answered, grumpy. “Now why don’t you leave her alone?”

“Don’t be so rude, Nik! What do you want, Matt?”

“I didn’t want to do this in front of him, but, since I have to, here it goes: I want you back. Ever since we met earlier and you told me you were somebody else, I knew I needed to win you all over again. That’s why I’m here now.”


“Again, mate, leave her alone. She’s not available.”

“Is that so, Y/N?”

“Yes, Klaus is my boyfriend. We’re together. And I don’t you back. So get out my house!”

Matt opened his mouth, but was not able to say anything. Eventually, he left and you could not help but be happy you were able to blow him off like. Now your day was perfect. Klaus smiled and massaged your waist, kicking the door so it would close.

“I guess you are already showing me off.”

“I kinda am. But I want to go New Orleans and show you off to a certain bartender.”

“So jealous!”

“No, no! I’m just stating the truth: you’re mine now.”

“I truly am.”

The Mikaelson smiled and you tiptoed, pecking his lips.

“I want to go with you to New Orleans.” You whispered.

“We can go wherever you want to go.”

“I’m sure we can postpone that talk for later, right? Because I’m really feeling ready for a round two.”

“Here or in the bedroom?”

“Oh, on my carpet. This ought to be good!”

Klaus kissed you and, while he did it, you knew you had made the right call. No matter what your other friends thought or how they would react once they find out, that wicked man was your soulmate, your best friend, and no one, absolutely no one, could shake this love out of you. And you could not wait to tell Rebekah all about it. You laughed, getting back to reality and centred your attention on the bright blue eyes in front of you. Under that sight, you knew the fun was just beginning.


This actually fucking happened today

I was shopping with some family friends and there was me, my mom, two other kids, and their parents. I was wearing casual clothes. Jeans, a shirt and my hair was tied up in a messy bun. I was bored, hands in my pockets and shit. Only, i was wearing  A RAINBOW SHIRT BC IM BI IN HIDING AND ONE KID SAID “why are you wearig a shirt like that haha you’re not gay” and I just looked at him dead straight in the eyes and asked “how would you know?” and his dad is a pastor and he gave me a startled look. i screamed internally. IT GOT WORSE. A CUTE GIRLS WALKED BY AND WAS WEARING A LGBT SHIRT AND SHE WAS CUTE SO I MADE A BIG SHOW BY WINKING AT HER AND SHE GOT SO FLUSTERED IT WAS CUTE AS FUCK AND SUDDENLY I REMEMBERED. I WHIRLED AROUND TO LOOK AT THE OTHERS AND THEY ALL LOOKED MORTIFIED WHILE MY MOM WAS LIKE “GOD DAMMINT DIMITRA”

headcanon where abby bandages kane’s hand after he burned it crawling through the maintenance shaft to save her in 1.11