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Grounding is a set of simple strategies to  detach from emotional pain for example (cravings, self harm urges, emotional eating behaviour etc.) Grounding can also be a way of returning your attention to the outside world and away from yourself. In the case of dissociation.


When you are overwhelmed with emotional pain, you need a way to detach so that you can gain control over your feelings and stay safe. As long as you are grounding, you are more likely to be able to overcome urges. Grounding ‘anchors’ you to reality.

Many people with PTSD and dissociative disorders struggle with either feeling too much (overwhelming emotions and memories) or too little (numbing and dissociation). In grounding, you attain balance between the two—conscious of reality and ability to tolerate it.


§ Grounding can be done any time, anywhere and no one has to know.

·       §  Use grounding when you are: faced with a trigger, having a flashback or dissociating.

·       §  Keep your eyes open, look around the room, and make sure the light is good to stay in touch with the present.

·       §  Rate your mood before and after to test whether it worked. Before grounding, rate your level of

·       §  emotional pain, or your level of dissociation. Then re-rate it afterwards. Has it gone down?

·       Try not to make judgements or think negatively. The idea is to distract from the negatives.

·       §  Stay neutral—no judgments of good or bad.

·       §  Focus on the present, not the past or future.

·       §  Grounding is much more active than relaxation exercises and focuses your attention.

Grounding is deemed to be a better way of coping with PTSD and dissociative disorders than relaxation practice. As during relaxation the focus is too much within the body, which at the worst may bring on flashbacks.



o    Describe to yourself in detail your surroundings: For example “The walls are white, there are three pink chairs and a blue sofa. There is a picture of a brown border collie on the wall with a gold frame around it.” You can do this out loud if appropriate, or in your head if you are in public.

o    Play a game like “Scattergories” in your head or with a friend or family member. Choose a letter of the alphabet and try and come up with as many examples of a category you choose as you can. For example C … Boys names: Christopher, Curtis, Carl, Charles etc.

o    Do an age progression. IThis can be particularly useful if you have dissociated or regressed to a younger alter or state. For example in my experiences I have an alter who is three. So I might say… Now I am four, I am at home with Mummy and Daddy and I can do (an example of an age appropriate activity) alone. Work your way up until you are back to your current age. This may not always work for little alters, but can help.

o    Describe an everyday activity in great detail. For example if you like gardening “I open the shed door and pull out the lawn mower, I connect it to a power supply and climb on. I turn the key and put it into drive….”

o    Imagine. For example make up a nice little story in your head, or out loud. “I am putting some roller skates on, and I am slowly gliding away from all my emotional suffering down a beautiful smooth lane, having fun listening to my favourite music LOUD!”

o    Say a safety statement. ‘My name is _________; I am safe right now. I am in the present, not the past. I am in _____________ the date is _____________.

·        Read something, saying each word to yourself. Or read each letter backwards so that you focus or the letters and not on the meaning of words.

·        Use humour: For example have a “Funny Memory Bank” where you store up your favourite witty moments for those detached, rainy days.  

·        Count to 100 or say the alphabet very slowly or very fast.

·        Repeat something meaningful to yourself, such as a prayer or quote. For example you could use the Serenity Prayer.


û Run cool or warm water over your hands.

û  Grab tightly onto your chair as hard as you can.

·       û  Touch various objects around you: a pen. keys, your clothing, the table, the walls. Pay close attention to colours, weights, textures etc.

·       û  Firmly stamp your feet on the floor, literally grounding yourself. Feel the tension of your feet against the pressure of the floor.

·       û  Carry a ground object in your pocket—a small object such as a rock, stone, crystal, bead, piece of string or cloth, or a stress ball that you can touch whenever you feel triggered.

·       û  Jump up and down.

·       û  Stretch reach upwards and pull yourself tall. Extend your arms, legs, fingers and toes.

·       û  Walk slowly, noticing each footstep.

·       û  Eat something yummy. Notice the flavours, textures and feelings that come up for you.


·        Use Cheerleading statements, as if you were talking to a small child. For example “You are having a difficult time adjusting to these chanes, but you are doing so well. You should be proud of yourself.”

·        Think of favorites. Think of your favorite color, animal, season, food, time of day, TV show.

·        Picture people you care about. Even get a photobook made of positive pictures or pictures of people you love! Such a simple nice way to ground, and you can get A4 photo books at the moment from GroupOn for under £7!! (I in no way endorse them I just thought it was a good offer!)

·        Remember the words to an inspiring song, quotation or poem that you like or feel positively about. Maybe write out the words and decorate it for your wall.

·        Remember a safe place. Describe a place that you find very soothing it could be when you went on holiday to the beach, or walking in the woods. Or just a time you felt safe and peaceful at home in your living room or in bed.

·        Plan out a safe treat for yourself, such as a trip to a coffee shop with a friend, making a nice dinner or a bath with some nice toiletries or candles if you feel safe to use them

·        Think of things you are looking forward to in the next week. Perhaps schedule your time so you build some structure for chores and pleasurable activities. It can help to know what you are doing and also not just sit at home with nothing to do. This can cause difficulties.


Practice as often as possible. Even when you don’t feel overwhelmed or dissociative. This way it will come more naturally to you when you are struggling.

Practice faster. Speeding up the pace gets you focused on the outside world quickly.
Try grounding for a Ioooong time 20 mins at least, and then repeat !!
Try to notice whether you do better with physical or mental or soothing grounding.

Create your own methods of grounding. Any method you make up may be worth much more than those you read here because it is yours.

Start grounding early in a negative mood cycle. Start when you begin to feel the early warning signs of dissociation or when you have just started having a flashback.

Fifth Time’s the Charm (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary:  Bucky gave himself five chances. Five chances to tell you that he loved you and that he would do anything for you. If by the end of his five chances he didn’t tell you, Bucky would take it as a sign from the universe that you and him just weren’t meant to be.

Word Count: 2,499

Warnings: Fluff, like one curse word

A/N: Okay I know I said that the next imagine that would be posted would be a requested one but this popped up into my head today and I just HAD to write it! I hope you all enjoy! FYI, (E/C) means ‘eye color.’

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Originally posted by little--batman


That was just one of the many adjectives that James Buchanan Barnes would use to describe you.

Intelligent. Charming. Motivated. Determined. Kind, oh so kind.

James Buchanan Barnes was so in love with you.

Or in other words:

Whipped. Smitten. Infatuated. Enamored. So desperately head-over-heels in love with you.

Yeah, Bucky was in trouble. Why was he in trouble? He could not gain enough courage to admit his feelings to the love of his life. So, he set up a little challenge for himself. Bucky gave himself five chances. Five chances to tell you that he loved you and that he would do anything for you. If by the end of his five chances he didn’t tell you, Bucky would take it as a sign from the universe that you and him just weren’t meant to be.

Oh, God, Bucky thought nervously as he decided to go through with this plan. This better work.

The first chance Bucky got to admit his feelings was at one of Tony’s famous parties. 

The night was beautiful. Not a cloud in the sky, allowing all of the stars to finally emerge and shine brightly. It wasn’t too hot, it wasn’t too cold. It was just perfect.

And there you were, sitting in your gorgeous navy blue dress that showed off all the right things, at the bar. And you were talking to another man.

Bucky was immediately filled with panic. Thoughts of oh, no. I’m too late, were running rampant through Bucky’s mind as he watched the man flirt with you.

And to make it even worse, you were flirting back.

When the man finally left to go somewhere else, Bucky seized his chance.

Striding up to you, Bucky said the first thing that came to his mind: “Hiya.”

‘Hiya’?! Bucky thought angrily to himself. When did I start saying ‘hiya’?!

Trying to regain his cool, Bucky quickly cleared his throat as you giggled behind your hand. 

“Hey, Bucky,” You smoothly said. “What’s up?”

“The ceiling,” Bucky quickly said before reddening. Stop it, stop it, stop it! Bucky chastised himself.

Giggling once more, you gently nudged his arm. “No, seriously. What’s up?”

Breathing deeply, Bucky carefully thought out his next words. “Oh, nothing. Hey, um, (Y/N), there’s something I want to tell you…”

“What is it?” The hope was evident in your voice.

Mustering up all the courage Bucky could find, Bucky asked “Can we go somewhere else, first?”

With a nod of your head, you were about to walk away when the man from before walked back towards you.

“I got lost on my way to the bathrooms. This place is a maze!” He exclaimed, earning a forced laugh from you. Sensing that the moment and his chance was gone, Bucky stepped back.

“I’ll see you later, (Y/N)…” Bucky mumbled as he turned away from you and his first chance.

The second chance Bucky got to admit his feelings was during a mission.

You and Bucky were paired up together (Bucky had to restrain himself from shouting with joy when he heard that he would be with you on this mission) and things were going smoothly. 

Until someone decided to detonate the bombs early.

With a deafening boom!, the building above you and Bucky began to shake violently. Grasping onto your hand, Bucky led the way out of the crumbling building as you ran for your lives.

Huffing and puffing next to an abandoned building, the two of you tried to catch your breath. Everything around you was covered in a cloud of smoke and debris. If you didn’t know better, you wouldn’t of been able to tell that it was Bucky who was holding your hand so tight because of how bad the cloud was around you.

“Bucky, we need to get out of here,” You coughed, bringing your other arm to your face in attempt to block the thick smoke from entering your lungs.

“I know, Doll, I know,” Bucky reassured, eyes flitting back and forth. “I’ll get you out, I promise, I’ll get you-”

But Bucky was cut off once more by another bomb detonating inside the building next to you. The ringing in your ears was deafening as Bucky pulled you away from the ruined building into the safety of the tree line.

“(Y/N)?! (Y/N)?! Are you okay?!” Bucky shouted, but you couldn’t hear him. The previous bomb had knocked out your hearing. 

“(Y/N), listen to me,” Bucky said as he dragged you away from the battle that was raging in the city. Things were getting bad, really bad, in a short amount of time. “(Y/N), if we don’t make it, I need to tell you something.”

You knew Bucky was saying something, but you couldn’t hear him. The smoke was clouding your vision too, so much so that you couldn’t even read his lips.

“(Y/N), I-” But Bucky was cut off once again. Vision had found the two of you, right when the battle was getting near to you. Picking the both of you up, he flew you back to the awaiting quinjet.

And just like the abandoned city below, Bucky’s second chance of admitting his feelings to you were blown to pieces.

The third chance Bucky got to admit his feelings was at the pool party being thrown just for the Avengers.

It was a very stressful past couple of weeks, so to give everyone a chance to relax, Clint was throwing a pool party at his house.

Bucky had spent the entire day trying to gain the nerve to talk to you. After seeing you in your swimsuit, Bucky’s eyes almost popped straight out of his head at the sight of you. You were absolutely stunning in that black bathing suit. Bucky could barely take his eyes off of you.

So, with a little pep-talk he gave to himself, Bucky decided to go tell you how he felt. Walking towards you, careful not to slip in the puddles around him, Bucky finally reached you. You had just stood up from your lounge chair and you were readjusting everything so that it was more comfortable to you. 

Seeing Bucky in the corner of your eye, you spun towards him. “Hey, Sarge.”

Oh, God, Bucky gulped. He absolutely loved it when you called him that.

Smiling reassuringly at him, you waited patiently for him to snap out of his reverie.

“Oh, hey. Look, there’s something I have been trying to tell you lately…” Bucky said, blue eyes drifting to your (E/C) ones.


“Okay, well I-” But that was all Bucky got out before he was grabbed by the ankle and pulled into the cold water. 

Swimming back up to the surface, Bucky pushed back his soaking wet hair as he glared menacingly at Sam who had just pulled him in.

“Dude, what the hell?!” Bucky yelled at Sam, who was laughing.

“Payback,” He said with a devilish grin as he quickly swam away. Looking back up at you, Bucky saw that you were already pulled into a conversation with Thor.

And there went chance number three, Bucky thought dejectedly to himself as he grabbed onto the nearest inner tube, floating away from you.

Bucky was getting desperate by the time chance number four came around. This chance came in the form of a spur-of-the-moment camping trip, suggested by none other than his best pal, Steve.

So there you all were, hiking up the mountain side to your campsite because “driving there would just be too easy.”

Sometimes, Bucky really hated Steve.

After hiking up a mountain all day, you all had finally reached your campsite. The entire group was tired and cranky, Bucky included. All Bucky wanted to do was take a nap, preferably with you by his side.

As the day ended and as tired Avengers retreated to their tents, the only two that were left around the campfire were you and Bucky. The night had grown cold, which Bucky was now thankful for, because you were snuggled up into his side as the two of you watched the flames flicker.

As sounds of owls and other creatures hooted and bustled around you, the crackling of the fire calmed you as you gazed up at the night sky.

“Which constellation is that one?” You yawned out as you laid down on the ground, pointing to the night sky. Following your lead, Bucky laid down next to you on the blanket.

“Which one?” Bucky asked, cheeks growing red because you had laid your head on his chest.

“That one,”

“Oh, that’s Orion,” Bucky answered as you squinted to try to make out the form of a man.

“Oh, I see it now. What about that one?”

“That’s Leo,” Bucky said as he grabbed your hand. Directing your hand, he had you point out a specific constellation. “And that’s Canis Major.”

“You’re so good at this, Buck,” You yawned, burying your face into his chest.

Heart quickening, Bucky realized that this was his fourth chance.

“(Y/N), I’m just going to say this. I love-” Interrupted by a subtle snore, Bucky’s words fell from his mouth as he realized that you had fallen asleep. 

“Sleep tight, Doll.” Bucky whispered to you as he gently kissed the top of your head. With a sigh, Bucky closed his eyes as his fourth chance twinkled out of existence, just like what will happen to the many stars above you.

The fifth and final chance that Bucky had to admit his feelings came on an ordinary day.

The two of you were sprawled out on the couch watching Bucky’s favorite show, Friends. You, of course had introduced Bucky to the wonders of Netflix. So there you two were, slouched on the couch in your sweats, watching Netflix.

Bucky loved Friends. He loved all of the characters and he loved comparing the characters in the show to his teammates. For example, Sam was a lot like Janice because he annoyed Bucky so much, just like how Janice annoyed Chandler. Sometimes, though, Bucky wasn’t Chandler. A lot of the time he was Ross. And just like what was happening to Ross in the episode that Bucky was watching, they both couldn’t admit their feelings to the love of their life.

Glancing down to you, Bucky took in your natural beauty. Hair messy and no makeup on, this was Bucky’s favorite version of you. Because you were just being his favorite person in the whole world, you.

Laughing at the show, your laughter snapped Bucky out of staring at you. 

“What?” You asked, finally noticing that Bucky was looking at you.

This is it, Bucky thought as he paused the show.

“Why’d you stop it?”

“(Y/N), just listen to me for a second,” Bucky started with a shaky breath. Eyes locked onto yours, Bucky grabbed your hand. “I find you incredibly beautiful.”

Heat rushing over your body, you go to protest but Bucky stops you.

“I know you don’t think so, and it kills me every time you say something mean about yourself. To me, you are the most beautiful person in the whole world. Not only are you beautiful, but you are intelligent, charming, motivated, determined, and kind, oh so kind. You make my days so much better just by existing. And right now, I am freaking out a lot but I need to tell you this,” mustering up all the courage that he had used in the past four attempts, Bucky finally did it. “I love you. I love you so much that it physically hurts when I am not near you. It hurts when I see you flirting with another man. It hurts when I think about how I could one day lose you. It hurts when others come between us. And it really hurts when you don’t realize that you shine more brightly than all of the stars in the universe combined. I know you probably don’t feel the same way, but I just needed to tell you. Tell you that I love you.”

Once Bucky finished, the room was filled with complete silence as you gaped at him. Nervousness and panic filled Bucky when you didn’t say anything. All you did was stare up at him, mouth hanging slightly open.

“Please,” Bucky pleaded, gulping back his panic. “Say something.”

Bucky was met with more silence until your melodic voice broke through.“W-who told you that I didn’t love you?”

Shock hitting Bucky like a tidal wave, it was his turn to stare at you with his mouth hanging open. “What?”

“I said,” You started, gaining confidence. “Who told you that I didn’t love you?”

Finally registering your words, Bucky’s eyes widened in shock. “Y-you love me?”

Face breaking out into a smile, you nodded at Bucky whose own face broke out into a smile.

Hands reaching out, Bucky grabbed your face and pulled it towards his as he placed his lips onto yours in a searing kiss. And boy, did it feel good. Bucky had almost moaned at the feeling of your lips against his. They were beautifully shaped, molding perfectly to his as one of his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. Your own hands went up to his hair, intertwining themselves in his chocolate brown locks as you smiled into this kiss. You could feel your heart soaring to the heavens as Bucky smiled into the kiss too. You had pulled away for a short moment to catch your breath, only to be pulled back in as your lips crashed against his again. Bucky’s arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer, as close as he could get to you. Your own arms wrapped around his neck as you tried to get even closer to him. The kiss was deepened with a swipe of Bucky’s tongue against your bottom lip to which you gladly accepted. 

Every time the both of you pulled away, you found yourself instantly pulled back into each other. The kisses were never ending as Bucky cradled your face in his hand. Pulling back breathless, your sweet breath fanned across Bucky’s face past your bruised lips. Chest heaving, Bucky rested his forehead against yours as you tucked pieces of his hair behind his ear.

“About time, Barnes,” You giggled as he placed a quick peck to your lips.

“What do you mean?” He asks with a goofy smile as he gazes at you in a bliss.

“I was beginning to wonder when you were going to say something. Why didn’t you try before?”

“Doll, I’ve been trying. Guess these past four times I’ve been trying to tell you just weren’t the right time.” Bucky smiled as his thumb swiped across your cheek.

“You mean all this time, you’ve been trying to tell me that you loved me?” You said, shock crossing your features.

“Doll,” Bucky chuckled, pulling you down for another kiss. “You have no idea.”

Dean’s Flannel

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Summary: Flannel is a standard in the hunting world but it slowly becomes something more for Dean and the reader…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,300ish

Warnings: language, implied smut

A/N: Written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘s Favorite Things Challenge. My prompt was “Flannel”…

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notevenjokingrightnow  asked:

Imagine Faith is asked to a school dance and Jamie has to meet her date. Nor is he pleased with her dress when she comes down the stairs to meet her date.

anonymous asked: Modern Glasgow AU: Does Faith have a significant other or any romantic endeavors (or maybe she is waiting?) We know Fergus has Marsali, and Brianna has Roger, but what about Faith in the middle? :)

“I canna believe ye convinced me to go tonight,” Faith huffed as Brianna helpfully zipped the back of her dress. “Ye ken I dinna like to dance – ”

“Nonsense,” Brianna smiled, tucking a wayward curl back into her sister’s chignon. “Ye *never* go to these things, and since ye’ll be graduating in just a few weeks ye might as well go this time.”

Gently she spun Faith around so that they faced each other. Brianna, at seventeen, was three inches taller than her sister. She had inherited their Da’s height and coloring, while Faith was the spitting image of their Mama. For years now she’d been taller than her older sister – and perhaps that’s why she always felt so much more protective of her.

For while Brianna had had Roger MacKenzie in her life since they were bairns in Glasgow – first as playground mates, then as friends, and now in a romantic relationship – Faith had never had that. Her curly brown head was always face down in a book, teaching herself as much as she could about science and medicine and technology. She was well-prepared for her first year of uni – and she had made their parents so proud when she proclaimed her interest in becoming a doctor. But she was always so *serious* - and so bloody smart – that the boys had never come calling.

The fact that they had the most intimidating father on the face of the earth likely didn’t help very much, either.

“Faith? Listen to me.” Brianna’s blue eyes met those of her sister – the only physical trait they shared. Faith narrowed her brows, and sighed, but pursed her lips. Waiting.

Brianna smiled. “Can ye relax, just this one night? Ye’ve met him before – ye ken he’s no’ a bad man. He’ll care for ye – he willa do anything ye dinna wish to. I bet he’s just as nervous as ye are.”

Faith rolled her eyes. “I feel like such a fraud – all dressed up. What if he wants to dance and I dinna want to?”

“Then I hope he respects yer wishes – and if he doesna, well then he’s no’ worth yer time.”

Faith nodded skeptically. “Well then. I’ll bring a book just in case.”

Brianna turned to look at herself in the bathroom mirror. “Ye’ll find a man one day who loves ye just as much as Roger does me. I ken ye will.” She leaned over the sink to apply another layer of mascara.

Faith took a deep breath, and sighed, and reminded herself to bring a crossword puzzle and pen in addition to her book.

“And how do ye ken wee Roger again?”

Jamie Fraser took another sip from his tumblr of whisky, watching the two young men squirm a bit.

“We’ve been roommates for a while now – I enrolled at uni last fall. Trying to get my life back on track.” Rob Higgins paused, just for a moment, to see how Jamie Fraser – Red Jamie, Roger had described him – would react. But the man’s face was frustratingly impassive.

“I joined the Royal Marines when I left school. I served in Afghanistan for two years. After the attack I was able to get a discharge. That’s how I got the scars on my face.”

“Why Glasgow, then? It’s far from Dorset. My wife – Faith and Bree’s mother – she was born in Oxfordshire.”

Rob shrugged. “I needed a fresh start, away from – well. I served with a lot of Scotsmen and they always told me so much about home. So – why not?”

“He’s a bonnie wee swordsman, too – captain of the fencing team,” Roger piped up, shifting uncomfortably in his suit.

“Are ye now?” Ice clinked in Jamie’s glass as he took another sip.


The three men turned their heads at nine-year-old Julia Fraser’s exclamation. Julia’s blond head darted past them – followed closely behind by the dark braids of her friend Sinem, a Turkish girl whose parents had recently immigrated to Scotland and who shared Julia’s deep passion for archaeology. Sinem was sleeping over tonight, and already the girls had spread out survey maps of Lallybroch to plot out their expeditions for the next day.

Jamie, Roger, and Rob carefully rose from their seats in the parlor and watched Brianna and Faith Fraser descend the stairs.

Brianna – resplendent in dark green – beamed at Roger and darted down the steps and into his arms.

Faith – shy in a gorgeous shade of electric blue – shared a tentative smile with Rob, who carefully approached her.

“Your tie matches my dress,” she breathed, surprised.

Rob swallowed. “We have Bree and Roger to thank for that,” he replied softly, bending to gently kiss her cheek.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered, and felt her flush against his earlobe.

He pulled back to present her with a simple, yet beautiful corsage.

“Gardenias? Wherever did you get those?”

He bent to pin it to her shoulder. “I brought it all the way from Glasgow. I – I wanted you to have something nice.”

She gave him the most beautiful smile – and immediately he knew he’d done the right thing.

Suddenly aware of the silence, Rob turned to stand beside Faith – and saw that they had had an audience. Bree and Roger, their arms around each other, grinning ear to ear; Jamie and his wife Claire, him scowling, her smiling encouragingly at her eldest daughter; Julia and Sinem with hearts in their eyes.

“I’ll go get the car,” he heard Roger say before dragging Bree out of the parlor – undoubtedly wanting some time alone.

“Mrs. Fraser,” Rob nodded in greeting. “So nice to meet you.”

Claire Fraser – who must have been in her forties, but was so beautiful that Rob’s heart actually skipped – extended a hand in greeting. “I’m glad to know I’m not the only Sassenach in this house now. Welcome.”

Rob’s brows furrowed. “Sassenach? What’s that?”

“It means ‘foreigner’ – or ‘outlander,’” Julia piped up, still star-struck. “Because ye’re English.”

He swallowed. “I hope that’s not a bad thing?”

And then his heart almost stopped when he felt Faith’s hand settle around his back. “It never has been in this house. Shall we?”

9,100 - 10,000 Follower Prompt Batch Special
  • “I was trying to keep it a secret.”
  • “I don’t know how you managed to throw a party in my own house without me noticing, but props to you.”
  • “Stop getting us kicked out of grocery stores.”
  • “Look, I can’t even touch my toes.”
  • “Something tells me that you’ve been keeping information from me.”
  • “We’re wearing matching outfits. Don’t make this any more embarrassing than it already is.”
  • “You picked me to do mission impossible. This is all your fault.”
  • “I know my limits, but everyone keeps pressuring me to do better.”
  • “I have exactly three coins and two lint balls in my pocket, I assure you.”
  • “So long as I get to my goal, it doesn’t matter what I have to do.”
  • “It’s not that I won’t, it’s that I can’t.”
  • “We could care less.”
  • “How inconvenient. I guess I have to deal with you.”
  • “Messing with you is always a little bit fun.”
  • “Stick to the plan and we’ll be fine.”
  • “I don’t want to admit that I wasn’t listening to any of it.”
  • “Don’t look now, but they took our ride." 
  • "Maybe wearing bright colors on a stealth mission isn’t a good idea." 
  • "You are in no position to argue with me right now.”
  • “You stress me out. One bad choice at a time, please.”
  • “How’d we lose? I thought we had that!”
  • “I can help, but it’ll cost you.”
  • “What was I supposed to do?”
  • “I’ve been wanting to dance with you all night.”
  • “Can you give me a chance to prove my innocence?”
  • “I worked really hard on that and you’re just going to throw it away?”
  • “I stopped listening after you said you needed my help.”
  • “What am I to you? I want you to be clear about this.”
  • “Your agony is music to my ears.”
  • “I have no idea where I’m going. I can only hope it’s the right way.”
  • “If I have to suffer watching your favorite movie ten million times, you can watch mine at least once.”
  • “I always feel dread in my stomach when I see you plotting.”
  • “At this point, I ask myself why I even hang out with you.”
  • “One of these days, you’re gonna light my house on fire.”
  • “If there’s one thing you’re not allowed to do, it’s crawl on my ceiling like a spider.”
  • “I’ve practically mastered this piece of machinery.”
  • “There’s no easy way to say what I’m about to tell you." 
  • "You make it so hard to care about you.”
  • “I’d be done with all of this by now if I weren’t so tired.”
  • “Unless you have a crown on your head, I’m not listening to you.”
  • “It’s been a couple hundred years since I’ve had a friend.”
  • “Reckless and careless are just two of the many words that can be used to describe me.”
  • “I thought, if anyone, you’d be happy for me.”
  • “There’s always a problem according to you.”
  • “I saved my last dance just for you. Come on.”
  • “Don’t eat the snow. You don’t know what’s touched it.”
  • “I’ve been saving my love for the right person.”
  • “There’s no stopping me now.”
  • “Watch these smooth moves. I’ve been working on them for months.”
  • “Shapeshifting is not an easy ability to master, okay? I’m trying.”
  • “Are you ready to fail? I’ve got this in the bag.”
  • “Look at me, darling, and start taking notes.”
  • “I started looking for aliens as a joke and then this happens.”
  • “It was always you and I together, but I need to grow independently.”
  • “I don’t want people to associate me with you.”
  • “It’s a shame that you won’t be able to go.”
  • “Don’t think you can get away with that kind of behavior here.”
  • “What went from me trying to get money out of the bank turned into some sort of robbery that I hadn’t been planning on doing.”
  • “Stop worrying about what will go wrong. It doesn’t help you in any way.”
  • “Do you wanna explain to me why pasta sauce is all over my kitchen?”
  • “Yeah, like I haven’t heard that joke before. ‘Need a hand’? Ha, so funny. My sides hurt from laughing so hard.”
  • “Your looks are attractive. Maybe not to them, but certainly to me.”
  • “This just goes to show why you shouldn’t press large red buttons.”
  • “I don’t remember ordering an AI. Do you think they got the wrong house?”
  • “You have no business exploring my floating castle.”
  • “I got lost in the clouds. Literally.”
  • “Sometimes I can see them in the mist or the snow. Sometimes the rain, too.”
  • “I’ve been trying really hard to be patient with you.”
  • “I can count on all ten of my fingers on why I can’t stand you.”
  • “Magic has been a part of your family for many generations and I was sent to help you.”
  • “So, what, you have the ability to make dolls come to life? That’s creepy.”
  • “You had an eyelash on your cheek. Sorry.”
  • “I started to piece together that I was more like your bodyguard than your friend to you.”
  • “I’ve never seen you look so blue. What’s got you down?”
  • “I’m not the kind of person who can comfort others, but I can try.”
  • “I can’t believe you decided on that name for your dragon.”
  • “You should be offended. I’m offended on your behalf.”
  • “I can see you staring at me.”
  • “I thought I had let that fire die out ages ago.”
  • “If I’m the tree, you’re the sun and the water.”
  • “Waxing poetic is about the only thing I do for you in your time of need, sadly.”
  • “I think you enjoy mixing up quotes, because you know it irritates me.”
  • “Sometimes I hope that I can find you when I look up at the stars.”
  • “All I need you to do is cover me while I sneak out.”
  • “Don’t you know it’s dangerous to hang around here? You might run into creatures like me.”
  • “I don’t recall asking for your opinion and yet here you are.”
  • “It’s nice to look back on all the progress I’ve made.”
  • “If you don’t think you could support your child no matter the possibility of who they become or what they are, you shouldn’t have one. No ifs, no buts, no ands." 
  • "It’s so cold, I can’t feel my hand. Can you feel it for me? You know, to make sure it’s still there?”
  • “I’m tired of trying to make you laugh at the expense of my own feelings.”
  • “Don’t ask me how I got stuck. Help me get out of here.”
  • “I’m knitting wing covers for you. What color do you like?”
  • “I’m starting to think you aren’t worth the time and devotion I’ve given you.”
  • “You don’t have to smile if you’re not happy.”
  • “It’s unfair to ask me such a question.”
  • “I knew you cared! This blanket didn’t make its way around my shoulders by itself when I was sleeping.”
  • “When I said I wanted a roommate, I meant a living one, with a job." 
  • "All you need, my friend, is a little spark to help you.”
  • “I feel like you all have your lives figured out.”
  • “Just where would I be able to hide the world’s biggest gem on my person? These pockets can barely fit chapstick.”
One Night Stand (Lafayette x Reader)

Words: 1918

Warnings: Light smut, cursing

Request: can i get a lafxreader where they’re soulmate and have a one-night stand but don’t realize it until later? maybe she sees him again or something?

A/N: might be slightly cringy, tried my best with the prompt!

He pushed you against the wall, his breath hot on your neck. You moaned softly. Your hands frantically explored his body, trying to find an opening. You felt hair underneath your fingers, and pulled at the tie that kept his hair together. His teeth grazed your skin. You shivered, throwing your head back in ecstasy. He chuckled, his eyes moving back to yours.

It was dark in the room, and you couldn’t see much. His eyes were dark, full of want. His fingers found your bra, and tore through the fabric. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his waist. His mouth explored yours as he guided you through the rooms. You fell back onto the couch, his body right on top of yours. He traced his tongue on your lips, trailing down…

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Originally posted by intokai

Title: wild
Pairing: Oh Sehun/Reader
Genre: Bad boy!AU
Summary: “‘Cause when you look like that, I’ve never ever wanted to be so bad.
Inspired by the Blue Neighborhood album. BLUE NEIGHBORHOOD MINI SCENARIOS

Just like cherry blossoms, that’s the best way to describe his presence.

His lips were painted of the most beautiful cherry color as he brings the cigarette down from his lips, throwing it on the floor and stomping over it with his thick, stylish boots. His black hair was sleeked back and his eyebrows were drawn in the most attractive of frowns. His eyes spoke about million of stories that will be written in books as the epitome of youth, as wildness, but he likes to keep them all a secret. The neighborhood is coated with the deep blue of the sky and turns it into a passionate atmosphere as she gets out of her house, her backpack long left in her house as she went out to meet her boyfriend, instantly stopping once she sees his lips curving into one of those beautiful smiles. The flowers seem to blossom in his cheeks as they turn of a pink shade and his lips look delicious, calling her over as she wraps her arms around his waist as his hand stops over her cheek, rubbing over the flesh lightly.

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Black and white - Jim Kirk

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader

Words: 1138

A/N: The first fic that I post here on tumblr so I hope you enjoy it! Also, it’s a bit angsty (maybe more than a bit so be prepared). More fics will follow!

Warnings: Death

“We’ve been hit!”

His breath comes out ragged as he stares ahead blankly, vision blurry, his heart pounding in his chest.

“She was down there.”

His mouth is dry and his legs feel like they will give in any second now.

There was nothing we could do.”


Suddenly there are two hands on his shoulders, gripping him tightly in an attempt to keep him steady.

“Jim! Hey, look at me.”

He blinks and his vision gradually becomes more focused again. Jim realizes that the hands belong to Bones, who is currently standing in front of him.

“I have to go,” Jim whispers. It is the clearest thought in his head, the only one that matters.

“No, Jim, I need you to calm—”

“No!” He interrupts, then looks around. Confusion and anger make their way up his throat when he sees everyone standing in silence, unable to meet his eyes. Why is he the only one who wants to help? Why is no one doing anything?

“I made a promise. I have to go,” Jim repeats, his tone surprisingly sharp, and misses the sympathetic looks his crewmembers exchange.

“Captain, you can’t go there,” Scotty, standing behind Bones, says, “the doors are sealed shut. Even if we find a way to open them, we’ll get sucked out of the ship immediately. I’m sorry, she’s…” His voice cracks.

The words don’t make any sense and Jim doesn’t understand (or maybe he doesn’t want to). For him, the only thing important right now is the promise. He can’t break it. He will never be able to forgive himself if something were to happen to you.

“Captain, with all due respect, we have to get out of the nebula right now and head to the nearest Starbase.”

That was Spock – or perhaps Sulu? Jim isn’t quite sure.

“Jim, look at me.” Bones. “I need you to breathe slowly and as evenly as possible, okay? In and out.”

Jim releases a deep breath and reaches out to the doctor, not quite knowing why. Maybe his legs finally gave in.

“Alright, I got you,” mumbles Bones, “now close your eyes. Close your eyes and breathe.”


His world explodes in colors the first time Jim sees you. At least, that’s the best he can think of and he’ll certainly never describe it in any other way. All of a sudden, everything around him feels so much more vibrant the moment your eyes meet his.

(To be fair, the alcohol in his system combined with the punch he received thirty seconds earlier probably helped with that.)

It’s been two years since that night you looked down at him while he laid on the floor of the bar. Your hair falls around your face, eyes narrowed with a concerned expression. The dimmed light behind you illuminates you while you stand over him.

“Are you an angel?” His words are slurred in his drunken state, and his head feels as if someone dropped a piano on top of it.

You roll your eyes and laugh, and Jim knows that he wants to take you home tonight. And tomorrow.


Fast-forward and you are sitting on his bed with a cup of coffee in your hands, looking over San Francisco. You are only wearing one of his uniform shirts, and the gold has never looked more beautiful than in this particular moment.


“I really need you to stop getting into bar fights,” you announce when the door to the bar closes behind you.

“And I really need you to stop laughing at my pain. I saved you from that asshole.” Jim pouts while pressing a tissue against his bleeding lip.

“I’m not laughing, I’m smiling,” you reply. “Besides, it’s not because you’re hurt.”

“Why are you smiling, then?”

“You just called me your girlfriend for the first time.”


“I love you,” you whisper when he pulls up the zipper of your black dress as you get ready to meet his mother. You’re the first girl he introduces to her, and Jim hopes that you’ll also be the last.


“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He tells you once your breathing begins to calm down and your cheeks stop looking so pale. It was a nightmare—a bad one—and it woke the both of you.

“So do I.” Your voice sounds a bit hoarse, and you give him a weak smile before resting your head on his chest. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“Don’t be.” Jim begins to run his fingers through your hair. “You want to talk about the dream?”

“Not really.”

“Okay. Just know that I’m here for you. I won’t let anything bad happen to you, ever. I promise.“


The Admiral calls and Jim is about to press ‘Ignore’, when he hears a soft melody coming from the bathroom. You’re singing some old show tune in the shower and it makes him chuckle. Even though you aren’t a particularly good singer, the thought of hearing you do it every day for the next decades to come doesn’t sound so bad. For a split second he even imagines you sitting next to a crib, humming a lullaby, and Jim feels at peace. He knows that you would never ask him to leave this job. You only want him to be happy and if that means being captain of the Enterprise, then so be it. He also knows that he loves you more than anything else. After all, the sun rises and sets with you.

“So, let’s discuss this job offer,” Jim says when he answers the call.


Memory after memory follows and he can’t make it stop. You, laughing and talking loudly as you arrive home drunk from a bar. Quiet whispers between soft pillows. Shouting as you two fight again about some stupid little thing neither of you will remember in an hour. You in your red uniform, face and hands dirty with grease and oil, but with a big smile on your face. You, walking down the stairs, wearing a breathtaking dress, allowing him to realize that in his eyes you’ll always be the most beautiful being in this galaxy (hell, the whole universe). A swirl of blue, gold and red – a firework that makes his head hurt.


When Jim opens his eyes again, he feels as if his world becomes black and white once more.

Tag list: @goingknowherewastaken , @imoutofmyvulcanmind , @pinkamour1588

“Cautious” - Part 1

Cautious” - Part 1

My Masterlist - Here

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Bruce Banner x Reader (Father-Daughter type of relationship)

Word Count: 2,064

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Cursing (I naturally curse a lot and it comes out in my writing sometimes. Sorry.), Mentions of Violence/Torture.

Summary:  Bucky is now pretty much rehabilitated and able to be part of the group. He has nightmares sometimes, but not nearly as much as he used to. Reader was taken by Hydra and made the subject of experiments due to her having powers (something similar to the force, but not the force). The team rescues her after a mission and takes her in. She struggles with control sometimes, is very skittish sometimes, and hasn’t talked to anyone since arriving at the tower. She only talks to Bruce Banner. Soon enough, Bucky takes an interest in her. Let’s see how this unfurls.

Originally posted by whadewilson

Author’s Note: This is my first Avengers piece. So I am very nervous about this. There will be multiple parts to this specific piece. This first part mostly focuses on the reader’s backstory and how she meets the Avengers. Please let me know how you like it! I will be posting more parts as I write them. I’m just at a bit of a standstill due to school. But I will be continuing this along with a few other stories.

This is my interpretation of the characters and the reader is one of my own creation. I leave the names and such open so you can put your own name and features in or you can create your own. I know this may not please everyone, but I’m writing this for myself. I hope people will enjoy this fanfic, but I know that you can’t please everyone.

Also a big thank you to @goodnightwife for being my beta reader and letting me bounce things off of her! 

If you would like to be tagged in any future pieces, please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!


- DreaSaurusREX

Tags : @luciebell-writes @goodnightwife

   You remember flying to the big city. You were so happy and carefree back then. You were about to start another year at college. You were going to get your degree and be someone in this world. You knew you had inhuman abilities, but they never really popped up or anything. The last time you had an incident was when you were 8. So you were sure it was a one time thing and must have grown out of it. This ideal world came crashing down pretty fast.  

A few months into the semester, you were at a seminar that was about major scientific developments and how they could impact society in a few years. As you were leaving, a couple of men came up to you.

“(Y/N) (L/N)?”

“Yes? Is there something I could help you with, gentlemen?” And with that, you were knocked out.

When you woke up, you were on an examination table in some sort of lab facility. Your arms and legs bound. There was a weird symbol on the door that looked eerily familiar. You tried to rack your brain for some sort of clue as to what the symbol meant or where you’d seen it before, but your brain was still fuzzy from waking up. Your thoughts were interrupted when the door opened and one of the men that stopped you in the street stood before you.

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anonymous asked:

So for my nanowrimo project I pictured the main character to have darker skin. It's fantasy and in this world race isn't a real factor in anything. I know if I leave it unsaid the default will be white. My question is how do I draw attention to a detail like this when it doesn't have much impact on the plot or themes of the story. It's told in first person so I find it hard to incorporate naturally. Actually how to I describe main character image at all in first person?

Hi there, love!  Thanks for messaging :)  Congrats on taking on NaNoWriMo, too.  I wish you much luck and 50,000 words!

So, describing first-person appearance has always been a common writing struggle.  That’s the sole reason we get all those horrible scenes where the protagonist looks at themselves in the mirror, just now noticing their deep, hazel eyes and perfect complexion.  That’s not believable, and nobody thinks it’s clever.  It’s just easy, so it’s the solution people stick with.  But I have a few ideas for you.

First, I’d remind you that in clarifying the race of a character, skin color is not the only factor to consider.  Hair texture, bone structure, and eye color are also key racial characteristics.  You’ve stated that your race is set in a fantasy world, so it doesn’t necessarily match up with real-world races – so figure out what characteristics this race has (beyond just dark skin) and incorporate this into your description.  It will also help to create other (even minor) characters of this race, to help solidify the concept of the race in readers’ minds.

Okay.  With that out of the way, I’ll get back to my main point: how to describe your protagonist’s race and appearance.  Some options:

  • Just let them say it, early on.  First chapter, boom: “The pink shirt contrasts against my brown skin.”  “I look back toward the sound, black braids spilling over my shoulder.”  Or something to that effect.  Your character isn’t nervous or surprised about their race.  They’ve been black their whole life.  So be bold with it, and incorporate it fairly often into the description, just because it takes a little bludgeoning to make sure readers aren’t defaulting white.
  • Give your protagonist a reason to be aware of certain traits.  Perhaps meeting someone new, receiving a compliment, or just getting ready in the morning – give them some purpose behind analyzing their hair, skin, or other features.  Maybe they’re getting into bed and they pull their thick curls into a ponytail; maybe they’re out at lunch and some of their braids are unraveling and it’s really pissing them off.  Whatever opportunities you can find early on, and continually throughout the story, will help remind your readers who exactly they’re looking at. 
  • Have the character compare themselves to another person.  When we look at a new face, the traits that stick out to us are often the least familiar ones – for instance, I’m fairly short and have a long nose, so someone who’s really tall or has a tiny nose is going to stand out to me, because it’s not something I see in the mirror every day.  When describing a secondary character, consider the traits your POV character will notice.  Use phrases like, “much taller than I,” “hair unbelievably curly,” “eyes a shade of blue I’d never seen,” to emphasize such features. 
  • Remember that race is a part of your character’s identity.  Let them be aware of it!  Even if your race is fictional, race is more than an appearance – it’s a culture, a background.  At least one of their parents shares their race; they’re not the only black person they know.  This fictional race has its own history and its own name.  You only have to go as far into it as you want, but if you really want to assert a protagonist of color, it helps to add some information to their race.
  • Remember to describe white characters’ skin, too.  If you really want to keep from “normalizing” white skin, don’t let it slip under the radar.  If you take note of POC skin, also take note of white skin.  Don’t let Character A be the girl with golden brown skin and Character B just be… the girl.  You don’t have to go into detail with minor characters, of course, but that’s a good rule of thumb for characters who have more than one scene.

That’s my basic advice, but I’m not a person of color, so this is only the perspective of a white person who reads up.  Of course, if any of my followers disagree with what I’ve said, be sure to let me know and I’ll correct any bad information.

I hope this helps you, anon!  If you have any more questions, my inbox is always open :)  Happy writing!

If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask me!

[Ask RPedia] Writing Too Much, and When It’s a Problem?

Anonymous asked RPedia: Hi! I was browsing online for random stuff about roleplaying and I found a post about what people find annoying, and one of the points was ‘replies that are too long’ and as a person who writes a lot it kinda made me paranoid? Their point was that it is useless and you should just get to the important parts, especially if you repeat yourself or are too wordy. Is it true that people find it annoying? I never thought of it, I always write long replies to explain what is going on on my OC’s head :/ 

Yep, this is actually a problem, but it’s not a problem for the reasons you’ve listed! Look, I’m gonna give you two sample posts, you tell me which one is more fun and we’ll dissect why. This is actually a very common problem, because a lot of kids really, really, want to impress their partners, but just don’t have the skills (or possibly the ability to frame new details/information) to do so yet. Your content and presentation, essentially, has to mean something, and relate to what you’re talking about in your post. Your wording should add to the story in some way; be that to elicit a response, or explain an idea you want to get across in some way so the other author knows about it. Squish unimportant things together to make them more important bullet points, or don’t say them if at all they don’t add something to the pot. That’s the major concept here. 

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Our First and Last (Ch. 2)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 |  Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10 | 

Ch. 11 | Ch. 12 (Final)

  • Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (MAIN) | Park Jimin x Kim Taehyung | Jung Hoseok x Min Yoongi | Kim Namjoon x Kim Seokjin
  • Genre: angst and fluff, soulmate au, scifi
  • Words: 4,462
  • Description: That year, Jungkook was twenty-three and undoubtedly hot as hell, and that’s not an attempt to describe his temperature. He was always handsome, with chiseled features, a tall nose, plump lips, and that pair of dark chocolate doe eyes that you’ve known since the first day you saw him. In all honesty, his appearance hasn’t really changed all that much from the first time you met him seven years ago, but it was your attraction to him that did. 

The second time you saw Jungkook was on the morning of your eleventh birthday.

Your parents had been in shock when you begged them to forget about throwing you a birthday party and you just wanted to spend a day at the park alone. They even questioned if you were feeling sick, in which you vigorously shook your head and told them you were actually feeling better than ever.

It was the honest truth, or at least part of it.

As much as you wanted to at the time, you didn’t tell anyone about the life-changing event that happened on your tenth birthday. No one you knew in the Yin Dimension would even believe you anyways. Being able to come in contact with anything, let alone anyone, from the Yang dimension was blasphemous, and you were not planning on becoming a laughing stalk or have your parents worry about your mental well being at such a young age.

Besides, keeping such a secret just made you feel giddy and excited on the inside, and you figured it was probably the way some kids feel when they had an imaginary friend that only they could see.

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This is the first section of a draft for the Voltron fanfic that is currently dominating my brain. The premise is that soulmates are a thing and can sense with reasonable accuracy the other’s thoughts and feelings. And Shiro and Keith discover they are soulmates at the Garrison.

This was supposed to be a quick little experiment, but I’m already at 6700 words and only a third through the story, at best. We’ll see what happens.

It’s 100% Sheith, no pushing Keith’s age ahead but also probably no M or E rated material. If you don’t care for the ship, don’t read the story.


It was never a question of fault. Blame had been removed from the equation in regard to soulmates for millennia in religious writings. The scientific advances in the last few centuries had identified and measured the soul bond’s existence, had upped the odds somewhat on two soulmates finding one another. They had even found a way to break the bond in extreme circumstances, but they had come no closer to predicting which two people would be forever linked.

But Shiro derived a great deal of fun in pretending to blame Matt during those months at the Garrison and the first part of the Kerberos Mission.

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Dialogue/Description Balance

Every writer falls into one four categories of capability. Either they excel at writing description (but not dialogue), at dialogue (but not description), at both, or at neither.

What I usually find is a person tends to be in one of the first two categories: either they have great description but their dialogue is lacking in some capacity, or their dialogue is great but the description is weak. I tend to fall in the latter category.

Nevertheless, I’m going to be talking all about dialogue and description, how to fake it if you can’t do one or both, and how to find a balance between them so that the story flows effortlessly (well, that’s the hope).

Before I start in, I just want to clarify that description includes not only of the setting and characters but also of their actions in scenes, how they move and react as they converse.

Also, as a general rule, if you are lacking in one or both of these areas (or any part of writing), don’t worry about it when you’re writing the first draft. Just get it down. Then go back in after its done, knowing your weaknesses, and revise the hell out of it.

Description Writing Tips

  • Study the art of good description: To improve your description writing skills, read description that you like, from any story or piece of writing. Really try to break down what exactly you like about it, what they do, where they put the description, what they don’t describe, etc.
  • Practice: get a photo you like—or better yet, go outside (gasp!)—and try to describe the scenery, every detail you can. Be excessive, over the top. Just practice noticing the little details.

  • Details make characters feel real: This is fairly obvious. But what may not be is what details should be included. Many writers do the typical hair and eye color (which I’m guilty of too). This is not a bad thing, but it is nice to try to move beyond that or at least add to it. In any case, any description you have of a character, try to use it for more than just a description. It should be incorporated into the story. Think about what details would be important. Why is it significant that his eyes are blue? Is it because they look haunting or mystical? Because they affect others or perhaps the main character? This is just a simple example, but hopefully you get the idea.

Dialogue Writing Tips

  • Study conversations: Similar to the description section, it’s helpful to study good dialogue in stories, noticing everything about it, like the things being said, what’s not said, and even how it’s being said. Also listen to people converse in real life…Listen to the way they talk, how they say certain phrases, their tones, facial expressions, body language. It’s all a part of the dialogue.
  • Practice: To start off, just try writing the same sentence/thought/idea, but have different people say it. How does it change if someone is shy? Bold? Angry? Bossy? Now pick one character, and try changing who this person is saying it to. Everyone speaks differently depending on the person and situation. For instance, if a character is at work, are they polite and respectful? Formal? Loud and obnoxious? This will say a lot about them as character, without you having to describe it!

  • Not everything has to be said: Whether they’re best friends or enemies, a lot is passed without saying a thing. Maybe two characters are close and read each other’s minds or finish each other’s sentences. One glance could equal not only a whole conversation, but also say a ton about the nature of the relationship between the two characters. Maybe two characters are in the relationship, and it’s clear that they’re not happy, not because they say they’re unhappy, but just by their actions and words (or lack thereof). For instance, if they’re angry at each other, they’ll probably avoid one another very purposefully and use very short, direct statements. It’s also important to note that some pieces of dialogue are just filler and can be taken out. For instance, if you have a scene with a conversation that takes place on a phone, you don’t want to include the formalities like “Hi.” “Hey.” “How are you?” “I’m fine…” Etc. That will just bog the story down and add clutter to the writing. We all know that people don’t just start right into the meaty part of a conversation. The only instance I can see these formalities being used is if it’s purposeful and says something about the characters’ relationship. For instance, maybe they were close, but now it’s awkward as they both clearly don’t know what to say.

How to Balance Description and Dialogue:

  • Placement of description is important: When it comes to describing scenery, there are separate paragraphs dedicated to it. Usually the details are broadly scoped, with a few smaller, significant details. As the characters move through the scene, smaller and smaller idiosyncrasies should crop up. Sprinkle them in with the dialogue and movement. When it comes to description of a person, it’s rare to find a large paragraph dedicated to just the outer appearance. Maybe a small, flash description (like the first one or two things someone would notice about the person), with more details sprinkled in as the scene/dialogue progresses. It’s important to find a balance so that it doesn’t feel like its separate chunks of description and dialogue. They should mix together a bit in a scene.
  • The point of view can change the balance: If it’s in first person, there will probably be a bit less description than when writing in third. Most people don’t think in such detailed descriptions, so it doesn’t feel quite realistic. Of course, there’s always room for breaking rules. For instance, if the point of view character is an artist of some sort and that’s part of their personality to be flowery and excessive in their thoughts and probably their speech as well.
  • EVERYTHING should push the story forward: it’s difficult to truly know what should be said, what should be described, and what should be perhaps left out altogether. My piece of advice is that whatever you’re writing, it should push the storyline forward. Basically, everything has a purpose in the story. We learn something important to the plot or characters or situation that is relevant. Of course not everything has to relate to the “main plot”, but it should be relevant in some capacity.
  • General things to keep in mind:
    • Conversations will say something about the relationship of the characters speaking. It just will. What that says can and should affect the plot, in some way.
    • The more detailed the description, the more the reader will think that place/person is significant. If you focus on it, you’re drawing attention to it.
    • Read your writing aloud! I can’t stress this enough. If it sounds/feels awkward. It probably is. Focus on that section, and work with it. Take your time to figure it out. If you can’t fix it or even identify those awkward parts, try to get some readers. Preferably not close friends or family as they can be biased or not what to hurt your feelings.
    • Everyone has their own style of writing. It’s not an exact science.
    • Test styles out. Try a new format. Experiment with a new point of view. Take the time to find what works for you.

Hope this helped. And I’m happy to answer any questions or clarify if needed. Happy writing.

I’m not sure if this is all from the same person or not but let’s just talk about LGBT stuff in Japan for a moment since that seems to be a recurring theme. 

LGBTQA stuff in Japan!

So, first of all, I’m sorry but condensing a question like this into a single answer isn’t easy. I want you to keep that in mind. Taking a WHOLE COUNTRY and saying “Yup, IT’S like this, cut and dry, and we’re done!” is… impossible. Please understand what you’re asking is nearly impossible.

It’s like… imagine if someone asked you “is america accepting of lesbians?” out of the blue.

“What?” you’d say, confused. “Well, it’s like… it’s… sometimes it’s more like…. WHICH PART?” you’d finally scream. “WHICH SOCIOECONOMIC GROUP? WHICH CITY?”

America is large, right? Many different people. Many different parts. Many different attitudes towards lgbtqa community. It’s hard to answer that - because “America” can mean “middle of bumfuck nowhere in a tiny town with one church and two bars where everyone votes Trump” but it can also mean “college campus in LA where you can find at least 3 gay people just by climbing on top of a fountain and screaming ‘CALLING ALL QUEERS’ at the top of your lungs.”

Now, why wouldn’t Japan be the same?

Secret answer is: It’s not the same. But it’s just as complicated! Japan is a WHOLE country, right? Parts of it are going to be different. Tokyo is going to be different than a tiny village in Hokkaido.  In order to answer your question(s) we’re going to have to get overarching and do a lot of umbrella talk and be vague. 

THING #1: The Japanese LGBTQA community is different from the American LGBTQA community. 

Do I mean: “Japanese lgbtqa people are inherently a different breed of people than American lgbtqa people?” No, I don’t mean it like that. 

What I mean is, the communities have a vastly different culture, a vastly different HISTORY, of course. A different evolutionary path, different pioneers that shaped the way it looks, different laws and legalizations which colored it different hues. LGBTQA people have always existed, on every continent, in some way or another. But because Japan and America are different places, the labels they use, the terms, the inner workings of the community tend to be different. That’s not BAD!  It’s just different, and those differences need to be considered and respected. 

For example! Here’s a list of some of the more common terms and labels that come up in the Japanese community:

セクマイ [ seku mai ] - Sexual minority. The general term used in the same way as LGBTQ would be utilized. It covers, yes, even transgender labels although transgender people are not technically “sexual” minority. 

(L) レズビアン [ rezubian] - Lesbian. Self-descriptive term used by wlw (women loving women) (not a slur).

(G) ゲイ [ gei ] - Self explanatory. The term for gay, typically gay males. Self-descriptor and neutral term (not a slur.)

(B) バイ・バイセクシャル [ bai・baisekushyaru ] - Bisexual, used by, well, bisexual people to describe themselves and their attraction to more than one gender (although more frequently it means male and female people.) The term pansexual also exists but it is slightly less well known. 

MTF - Same as English, this is used for and by transgender women. 

FTM - Same as English, this is used for and by transgender men. 

FTX / MTX - Denotes a person of ‘X’ gender who is trans. X gender covers bases similar to the umbrella term “genderqueer” and may mean “non-binary” or “agender” or “bigender”. 

*Note that I did not mention the term transgender in this (albeit short and very simple) list. That is because ‘transgender’ within the Japanese LGBT community means something very different - mainly the act of PERFORMING a different gender, such as crossdressing, breaking gender boundaries and etc. It is used by individuals who engage in this, but not necessarily used by people who identify as FTM or MTF. Performing gender in this context is not believed to be the same as ‘being’ a gender. Many MTF and FTM people dislike the term ‘transgender’ because it’s considered to take on a lighter meaning, almost like “playing dress-up”. 

Similarly, the word “non-binary” or “genderqueer” are also not mentioned. That is because, although these words DO technically make their appearances, they were VERY little known even inside the community. Specifically speaking, they are a minority within a minority. Any people who do not identify with the binary gender identification use the overarching term “X gender”, although in the UK/American/Australian, etc LGBT communities this would be too vague for many people attempting to describe a gender experience. I, myself, despite identifying ‘agender’ in the USA, have adapted the term “x-gender” when being active within the Japanese LGBT community. Although I still maintain that I am ‘agender’ as that is more specifically my experience, I realize that even within LGBT circles most people would not really know what ‘agender’ means or what ‘non-binary’ means or even ‘genderqueer’. 

And still, we have the issues within these same communities of gender identification clashing with sexual attraction identification. For example while some people are fine with grouping all the above labels (and others) under a single community, many FTM and MTF people do not agree that they should be included and grouped with the others. There are several reasons, one of which is cited as that they are not ‘strange’ or ‘queer’ so to speak but simply suffer from a disorder (namely GID - Gender Identity Disorder) and they only have to remedy the issue of their body/hormones, not any type of ‘unconventional’ attraction. (Again, this is third-person account of experiences and discussions within the community so take this with a grain of salt, not a direct quote.)

To add to this, many gay and lesbian people are concerned not with gender identity in general but the body - one of the reasons that the labels like FTM and MTF are overwhelmingly common self-identifiers on twitter profiles and dating app profiles. Some lesbians, for example, are open to dating FTM men because they ‘still look like a girl’. This in my experience is also an issue in the American LGBT community but still worth mentioning to outline the general approach to these overlapping topics. 


Q: Do people over there frown upon lesbians?

Well, I’ve given you a very simple run-down of the community, but the thing is, this is still all WITHIN the community, not along cis/straight folk. In fact, LGBT visibility is…. low in Japan. In comparison to America, which now starting to include queer/ transgender/gay/lesbian characters in dramas, children’s TV, etc… Japanese LGBT depiction is low. 

To cite BL and yuri manga as an LGBTQ resource would be odd because it is not technically depicting realistic queer relationships. It’s depicting taboo relationships and many times makes the homosexuality involved the overarching “kink” of the entire fiasco. The theme is “being queer is bad, but bad is sexy, and that’s why you’re reading this, right?” Simply speaking - you can’t learn many things about LGBTQ people through reading BL. It’s often not written by gay people or for gay people. (Personal note: You can still enjoy this as a source of widely-available erotica. Do I still enjoy it? Hell yeah. But you’ve gotta be aware of the issues it has.)

HOWEVER there IS manga written by gay, lesbian, transgender authors which does feature real (or realistic) stories about queer characters which IS a very valid resource. Also, there are novels which fulfill this same quota and even, in recent years, movies. Still, these media are far and few in between. General TV programs also use an image of LGBTQ people based on caricatures and stereotypes, which, as we all know, is not helpful so much as degrading.

Now, would this be enough for the general population to learn about gay people? Arguably no. The information available is not going to be throwing itself into the eyes of consumers if it is correct, and just going to be absorbed as toxic information if it is not. 

Sorry, we’re actually only now getting to the actual meat of this question… how do people feel about LGBTQA people in Japan?

In general, the attitude that I’ve come up with a few times is that “Gay people exist, sure. But not in Japan.” I’ve been told by a coworker: “Ah, yeah, I’ve heard about transgender people in that country. But there’s no transgender people in Japan, here, so it’s not really our problem.” (Paraphrased to cut out unnecessary in-between snippets). What you should be getting is this - LGBTQ people are, by and large, invisible. The thing is - in order for LGBTQ Japanese people to survive socially they NEED to be invisible. 

While violence is a problem in America, in Japan there’s not so much of it. Attacks on people are rare - but there is something ELSE that takes its place and rears its ugly head. That something is - social isolation. Being fired from your job, being refused housing, being abandoned by co-workers and friends and basically becoming a social outcast is a leading cause of suicide in Japanese sexual and gender minorities. 

Simply speaking, if you are LGBTQ in Japan and are open and out to your co-workers, here are some things that might happen:

1) You might not be believed. Or simply, your coworkers might not realize that you are LGBTQ. Or you might be met with so little understanding of your identity that it might as well be like explaining the concept of ‘gay’ to a tomato.

A close friend of mine used to work at a high school with kids as a native language teacher. This person identifies as a lesbian and is open in this identity. To the average American eye, this person is a walking, shining beacon of gayness. We’re talking haircut, rainbows everywhere, etc. To their workmates, however, the entirety of this was overlooked. This person recalled a conversation with their student which started with them openly expressing that they have a girlfriend - and followed with the student asking, over and over again “What do you mean, girlfriend?” “But what about your boyfriend?” “What do you mean, girlfriend, like dating her?” “What do you mean you kiss her???” “Lesbian? What???” 

It wasn’t ill-intentioned, it was just a teenager who had no possible narrative for this kind of relationship or experience. There was zero understanding - the entire thing had to be built from the ground up.

A few months later, this person got engaged to their (then) girlfriend - and the entire school was even informed about this. Still, a few days later a groundskeeper innocently asked them “Do you cut your hair like that because your husband likes it better that way?”

So… if you’re not used to giving LGBTQ 101 Speeches… maybe get ready to?

2) You might be treated as a social pariah, or at the very least chastised for not fulfilling your gender’s expected positions. 

Are you a woman? Your role is to get married. Build a family. Take care of the house. Take care of your man. 

If you’re a lesbian? What are you going to do? How are you going to have a child? How can you continue your bloodline?  

Are you a man? Your role is to work, to build a family, to find a wife, to have children. 

Many people might not even understand that being not-straight or not-cis is not a choice. Many might ask you “But why would you do that?” In especially traditional families, this is expected. 

For goodness’ sake, even straight-looking but non-traditional marriages are put under the magnifying glass. A thing I heard recently is “You didn’t have a ceremony? But why not? You really ought to, you know? You really should have one.” Followed by disapproving glances and shaking of the head. 

3) You might have your identity brushed off onto the platter of “foreignness” that you are bound to carry around with you in Japan.

As I mentioned before, some people believe that LGBTQ people don’t exist in Japan. It’s a thing that happens in other countries, sure, but those are those OTHER countries. They’re already weird - it’s not surprising that people are GAY over there too. A foreigner? Well, my goodness, no one’s surprised that they’re gay. Aren’t they all gay over there? It’s probably somewhere in this here book of stereotypes. But this is Japan, and Japanese people just don’t have that kind of culture. So you’re gay - big deal! But that’s not something that could happen to a Japanese person. 

Right? Anyway, you get the picture. Acceptance comes at a price of denial. And really, why shouldn’t they deny it? LGBTQ is practically invisible, it’s no wonder they think the way they do. But again, this invisibility is for survival… ♬ It’s the circle of life ♬

4) You might be accepted!

This is also worth mentioning, because although slowly, times are changing. And although it’s rare, allyship sometimes surprises us. Maybe I’m being too optimistic, but within my workplace at least I know several people - older and non - who knew about my past coworker’s (the super-gay senpai I mentioned) engagement to their girlfriend (now wife). They were excited to hear about the news and were happy to look at photos of the wedding on facebook with me. There wasn’t a negative thing to be said (around me, at least) and in general the atmosphere resembled that of the usual someone-we-know-got-married type of thing. It happens! Really, this is a gamble on your part.

Know that in Japan, your circle of support is important. And know that your queerness, whatever form it takes, will be taken differently as a foreigner than if you were Japanese. Either way, the choice to be out or in the closet is still yours and personal and either way, it is valid if it feels like the right thing for you. 

And last but not least - don’t be afraid to learn more! What I’ve said here has been a culmination of my own experience, my friends’ experience, and the experience of a person who’s very dear to me who is also part of the LGBTQ community in Japan and has been for a long, long time. Still, there are many facets of it, and there’s much to be discovered.

Either way - good luck!! 

title: Recognition (6/8)

rating: M

summary: Soulmate trope AU. Set in a world where humans and elves coexist.

a/n: *screams at Tumblr* I queued this for Friday 10 pm but the queue at my post! Sorry for the delay, you guys. 

Past Chapters: (1)  (2)  (3)  (4)  (5) or AO3


Killian Aearinön had lived a life of strife, despite being Noble born. Of course, his older and wiser brother, William Beriothien, would often comment that said strife was a result of his own actions and self-recrimination. Liam, as Killian called him, wasn’t wrong.

“What was the instruction?” his brother asked, brow furrowed with worry.

Liam worried too much. Between his bride, Elsa Arendelle, and Liam’s own tendency for anxiety and worry, it was a wonder the two functioned at all. Unlike the humans, who suffered more from physical maladies than psychological ones, elves were far, far more susceptible to injuries of the brain.

If they weren’t dying of childbirth, Killian mused, they were running Nightlock into their blood for a quick death.


Giving his brother his focus, Killian said, “For her own safety, I delivered the instruction as The Sukrasa said. Remain human to those who know her as human, reveal her as an elf to society, with the story that she was simply living in secret. No mention of halves.”

Liam strode closer, blue-grey eyes delivering a piercing gaze. “And she can be trusted?”

Killian felt his temper rise. “Of course she can!”

“You don’t actually know her, brother. A consummation does not a soulmate make,” he said, pacing the length of the mahogany table that stood as the centerpiece.

“I know enough to know she can be trusted. As can the other three.”

“You have no idea what sort of danger you’ll unleash if word gets out, I mean it, Killian. This is serious. For once, please take this seriously.”

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Tag game for my candy [#2]

This is for your candy. Fill with what your candy could answer.

Tag more than 6 followers you want: @kyandixd, @isabellaalessandrini, @dawntaisho, @ladycastiny4300@habiberana @love-the-boys-too-much, @manlyspectre 

Full name: Hearinye (Rinye) Anne Frontier Aurillac 

Gender: Female (I’m a lady) 

Zodiac sign: Pisces 

Crush (and why): I-I don’t have… I mean, when you say Crush… you mean someone of my school? T-then… maybe, Lysander. W-why? Well, I’m not good making new friend or talking to people, so with Lys I can be quiet and when I feel comfortable, I know that I can talk about anything with him and he would never judge me (And that means a lot to me). Besides… Lysander reminds me of Mr. Darcy of Pride and Prejudice. And something very important: his eyes. I can’t tell you how much I lo-like his eyes. Sorry, I can’t keep saying stuffs like that… sorry, NEXT ONE!

Favorite Color: I don’t have a preference for color, but I really like dark blue and soft colors.

Favorite band/singer: classic music (soft like Debussy)… but I don’t really hear music… Neshaa likes to put music every morning, she always choose the playlist that she likes and I don’t really care (I kind of like anything that sounds good and smooth).

Favorite Food: cheesecake with strawberry and I love ice tea.

Last movie watched:  Becoming Jane (Jane Austen’s movie)

Describes yourself in five words: Insecure, creative, shy, dreamer and romantic.

First Kiss: I haven’t my first kiss yet. 

Make a Wish just for yourself: If I could, I would find better ways to deal with my insecurities and anxieties. So many small things can bother me so much, they make me feel so bad… my wish is find some more light in my days and more reasons to keep living. 

Today’s clothes:

You don’t need to participate if you don’t want to, it’s just a game ^^ 

Beneath Your Beautiful

Pairing: Y/N/Soulmate!Michael

Rating: All

Request: Yes

Words: 3.000+

Summary: In which everyone has a stripe in their hair that matches their soulmate but Y/N suffers with cancer and has lost all of her hair

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Pallura: Rubyfruit in June

The sky is a dying red that fades into the black of night near the horizon. Buildings, jagged and broken, almost seem to impale the sky. It’s a pretty scene, one that would’ve been prettier if the buildings were intact, if the city wasn’t deathly quiet and covered in ashes.

Allura stops at the top of the hill. The grass is still green here, although the top foot of it has been signed away, allowing her to stand in it comfortably. Lance and Keith don’t notice; they’re still talking, arguing about who won their little race down. Hunk is lingering in the greenery, probably looking for edible plants as Shiro and Coran head into the ruins to look for those parts for the castle.

Pidge hadn’t been given an assignment, and there’s nothing here that really interests her, so she stays back too. Well, that’s not exactly true. She could technically be scavenging for new tech to help finish her Rover 2.0, as new parts are a rare commodity with their limited funds and all, but Allura is a commodity of her own. She can feel the grass poking at her ankles as she wades through it to stand beside Allura.

“It’s kinda pretty, isn’t it? Kinda looks like some burnt out circuitry or something.” Pidge comments idly. And the ruined city kinda does. The buildings are a shining black, and the designs on them are geometrical in a sense, and call to mind the inside of a droid.

Allura reminds her of machinery too. Slick and smooth and modern like most of the tech she’s seen out here. Beautiful in both her complexity and her simplicity.

She thinks of telling Allura that, but thinks better of it. For her, machines are the most beautiful things in the world, so it’s natural for her to come up with such a comparison, but to others, it can often sound weird. Years of rejection have dug that point into her.

Pidge looks up to Allura, hoping to see a grin or at least the beginnings of a smile. Instead, Allura scowls and crosses her arms. “It’s not pretty, Pidge. It’s a place of Genocide.” She gestures to the buildings. “Those used to house Altean people, thousands of them and they’re all dead.”

“I-” Pidge starts to apologize, but Allura hardly notices, she’s so caught up in her rant.

“They were killed in their beds, beside their children and next to their mates with no warning and not a chance to fight back. This. Scene. Is. Not. Pretty.” Allura finishes, each word enunciated with cold intent.

Pidge stares at her. Her skin is flushed, tinting her cheeks and ears blue. A curl of white hair sticks to her forehead, plastered there by  angry sweat. “I’m sorry.” She repeats. “I-I hadn’t thought of that.”

Allura exhales heavily, and the blush recedes. “No, no. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. They’ve been dead for millennia. I have no reason to be so offended.”

Pidge shrugs and sticks her hands in her pockets. Her thumbnail jams into her phone, and she winces at the slight sting. “When my dad and my brother went missing, I was really defensive about it. I for into three- no, four fights with other kids because they said that it was Shiro’s fault, or that my dad was too stupid to supervise a mission. Their indifference hurt. They didn’t even seem to care what they were saying, even when they knew who I was. I get why you got mad. I’m sorry.”

“I suppose we both have things to be defensive over.” Allura says, offering Pidge a conceding smile. She looks back at the city. “Going into the actual city would have been harder than I could bare. Seeing what could have been…” She trails off. “What do you think that building was for?” She says, pointing to a small, squat little building on the edge of the city.

Pidge stares at it. The building doesn’t have the same microchip like patterns on it, and instead seems to be unaffected by whatever had hit the city. “A lesbian couple lived there.”


“Two women in a romantic relationship.” Pidge clarifies.

Allura nods thoughtfully. “We didn’t use labels like that to describe romantic relationships, but yes, go on.”

Pidge takes a seat on the grass, and finds it surprisingly soft against the seat of her pants. Allura drapes her skirt under legs and sits beside her. “They ran a store there for, um….”

“Flowers.” Allura supplies.

Pidge nods, and traces circles in the grass. “A flower shop. They sold flower crowns.”

“Did they get married? Have kids?” Allura probes.

Pidge wonders if Altean women can have kids together, or if she meant adoption. It would be interesting if they could. How would reproduction for that work exactly? Obviously Allura is mammalian, since she has boobs and all, but-


“Right, um, no kids. They didn’t want them; they were bad at kids. And they wanted to get married, but um,” Pidge whispers behind her hand conspiratorially, which elicits a giggle from Allura. “I dunno how Altean weddings work. So it’s your turn now.”

Allura taps her chin. “Normal weddings include fancy attire-”

“Which was too expensive for our lesbian couple with their flower shop budget.”

“And an ornamental battle to prove their worthiness for each other, to symbolise that they will fight for each other no matter what life throws at them. This, of course, requires special made custom weapons.”

“Which they also can’t afford.”

“But they were saving for it.” Allura adds with a smile.

“Yeah.” Pidge nods. She looks away from from Allura and to her feet. “Do you ever think of marriage?”

Allura laughs. “Quiznack, no. Courtship perhaps, but not marriage.”

Pidge probably shouldn’t ask. She shouldn’t tease herself like that, with the idea of ‘courtship’, since she has neither the guts to ask nor a chance with her, but she does anyways. “How does courtship work?”

A shy blush crawls onto Allura’s cheeks. “Tell me about how yours works.”

“Person A asks Person B to go on a date and they go somewhere and do something together that’s fun for them both.” Pidge doesn’t bother adding in the pre-dating flirting or messaging in her description.

Allura offers Pidge a small smile, and opens her mouth to reply, just as Lance and Keith come running back up the hill.

“We found a thing!” Keith yells, holding a white rectangular container in his arms.

Lance raises another one, identical except in color. It’s almost the same color as his suit. “No, I found a thing! Two things!”

Pidge sighs. Now how is she gonna learn about how Altean girls date? This is the only time something like this has come up so naturally in conversation.

She gets to her feet, and offers Allura a hand. Allura takes it, but doesn’t actually put any weight into her grasp.

They wait patiently as Keith and Lance climb up, holding their boxes out like prizes. Lance drops his at Allura’s feet and plops onto the ground, chest heaving as he attempts to catch his breath.

Pidge squats down and pulls off the lid. Inside rests a collection of tablets, undeniably familiar, but also different in a way. Sleeker, shinier than the castle’s counterpart. “These are Altean, aren’t they, Princess?” She passes one to Allura, who takes it gingerly.

The screen lights up at her touch, and a hologram projects of of the screen. A man with pale skin and lavender eyes smiles at them.

“Hello, fellow Altean. If you have found this, it is likely because this colony has been destroyed. No need to fear.” The screen flattens into 2D and a star map appears, full of blinking lights. “Many other colonies are still thriving. Just in case they are not, we have stored several boxes of tablets with data about both our colony’s history, and that of Altea as a whole.”

A solitary tear runs down Allura’s cheek. She attempts to stifle a sob by covering her mouth with her hand, but the sound escapes it anyways. Lance and Keith do not meet her eyes, but Pidge watches her carefully, unsure if she’s taking the information well.

“Praise be to our last king, and our lost Princess Allura, and the best of luck.” The man says, accompanied with an odd salute. The last thing they see from him is a happy grin before the screen blanks out.

The four of them stand there in silence, waiting for Allura to break it.

“There are more of us.” She whispers, her eyes distant. A grin settles on her lips, and Pidge can’t help but to mirror it. “Altea isn’t dead.”

“All we have to do is find them, Princess.” Pidge says.

Allura turns away from the dead city and grabs Pidge by her shoulders. Her grip is firm, but not painfully so, and although the contact makes her stomach feel funny, she doesn’t protest as Allura repeats excitedly, “Altea isn’t dead!” She draws Pidge into her arms and suddenly, she’s being hugged, her face pressed into her chest, right beneath her boobs. “Oh, Pidge! There’s others out there. Me and Coran, we- we’re not the last of us.”

“Yay,” Pidge repeats, her voice muffled by Allura’s bust.

“Oh,” Allura says, drawing back. “I apologize, I just-” She cuts herself off with a grin. “I don’t believe I’ve ever been so happy before.”

Pidge can’t recall her being as excited as this before either. Not even when they progress more than normal in training. Not even when Voltron wins a battle. Not even with her.

(i got tired of all those fics where Pallura is a background fic or something to pair up the remaining people. So I decided to write it myself. I know that this is a rarepair and all, so if you have any headcannons or suggestions, be sure to comment and I’ll try to work them in. And remember, tags and comments are word fuel. :) @flutterhunter)