c: i would give far more

This one is super unique!

1) Put your iTunes on shuffle. Give me the first 6 songs that pop up.
2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?
3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.
4) What do you think about most?
5) Ever had a poem or song written about you?
6) Do you have any strange phobias?
7) What’s your religion?
8) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?
9) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?
10) What was the last lie you told?
11) Do you believe in karma?
12) What does your URL mean?
13) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?
14) Who is your celebrity crush?
15) How do you vent your anger?
16) Do you have a collection of anything?
17) Are you happy with the person you’ve become?
18) What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?
19) What’s your biggest “what if”?
20) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?
21) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.
22) Smell the air. What do you smell?
23) What’s the worst place you have ever been to?
24) Most attractive singer/s of your opposite gender?
25) To you, what is the meaning of life?
26) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?
27) What was the last movie you saw?
28) What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?
29) Do you have any obsessions right now?
30) Ever had a rumor spread about you?
31) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?
32) What is your astrological sign?
33) What’s the last thing you purchased?
34) Love or lust?
35) In a relationship?
36) How many relationships have you had?
37) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?
38) Where is your best friend?
39) What were you doing last night at 12 AM?
40) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?
41) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?
42) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?
43) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?
44) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?
45) How can I win your heart?
46) Can insanity bring on more creativity?
47) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?
48) What would you want to be written on your tombstone?
49) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word “heart.”
50) Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors?
51) What is your current desktop picture?
52) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?
53) What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?
54) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?
55) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?
56) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?
57) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?
58) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?
59) Ever been on a plane?
60) Give me your top 5 hottest celebrities.

anonymous asked:

Please could you give me some of the fluffiest and cutest Johnlock fanfic ever I would really need it in these days ? :c

Hi Nonny!

I’m currently working on a “All the Fluff” Fic Rec List (someone asked for it AGES AGO), so I do have some already sorted for you! Here’s some from my “Tooth Rotting Fluff Fic Rec List”! I’ve tonne more, but you seem to need this RIGHT NOW, so I’ll give you what I have sorted so far!


Flip of the Coin by SD_Ryan (T, 648 w.|| Fluff, Snuggles, Bed Sharing) – “John never knew what shape the flat would be in when he emerged from his room each morning, and that was due solely—as you might imagine—to Sherlock. The possibilities were limitless, and John’s creativity had not yet ballooned sufficiently to anticipate the depth and variety of Sherlock’s methods of transforming their home.” One morning, John wakes to an entirely new—and not unwelcome—circumstance.

Caring by belovedmuerto (T, 652 w. || Ficlet, Caring, Deductions) – John figures something out about Sherlock.

Tap by doctorcaseyholmes (G, 896 w. || Fluff, Morse Code, First Kiss, Love Confessions) – Sherlock finds an unobtrusive way to let out his feelings for John.

A Christmas Holiday by consultinggalpals (sansa_undergrind) (G, 1,076 w. || Tooth Rotting Fluff, Christmas, Honeymoon) – “Come on, Sherlock. Just take the picture already.”

First Kiss by jawnandsharklock (NR, 1,119 w || First Kiss, Fluff) – “Look into the mirror. Do you see your mouth? Good. Go two inches to the right from the right corner of your mouth. Then two and a half inches up. Stop. I said two and a half inches, not five. There you go. Right there. That’s where this story begins. Or maybe that’s where it ends. Or maybe it’s all the same.”

This Isn’t About the Bathtub by cypress_tree (G, 1,142 || Marriage Proposal) – John and Sherlock go to Angelo’s for dinner. In both of their pockets are rings they are going to propose with, but the other has no idea. John proposes first, and Sherlock answers by pulling out his engagement ring.

Bringing Colour to the World by SD_Ryan (G, 1,168w. || Est. Relationship, Sickfic, Fluff, Schmoop) – In which we encounter a sick detective, a snuggle on the couch, and a silly fairytale.

Giveaway fic #1 by ConsultingPurplePants (E, 1,170 w. || John’s Belly, Coming Untouched, BJ’s) – John doesn’t like his belly. Sherlock does. Part 1 of 500 Tumblr Followers Giveaway Fics

So, this is normal for us now? by TooManyChoices (M, 1,445w. || Bed Sharing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Est. Rel., Cuddles) – John and Sherlock have been sharing a flat, and a life for some time. This is a story of how the glacially slow movement of their relationship makes another agonising crawl forward another inch.

To Sleep, Perchance to…Cuddle by nerdyandiknowit (NR, 1,563 w. || Sleepy Cuddles, Fluff, Stubborn Sherlock, Bedsharing, Cuddles & Snuggles) – Almost immediately after they got together Sherlock formed this dependency on John-he could not (or would not as John believes) sleep without John being there, in bed, next to him.

Bliss by theimprobable1 (G, 1,568w. || Cuddles and Tooth-Rotting Fluff) – Sherlock feels utterly, completely content. He’s curled up against John on the sofa and there’s nowhere else in the world where he’d rather be, no case or experiment that seems more tempting than John’s warmth.

Christmas by thegirlinthedeathfrisbee (G, 1,768 w. || Mistletoe, First Kiss, Fluff) – John goes home for Christmas–to the Holmes home, that is.

Want by siennna (T, 1,806 w. || PIning, POV Sherlock Second Person, Fluff, First Kiss) – When John speaks, you hear more than words. You hear the rise and fall of his tone, the comfortable quake of his laughter, the warm pauses of silence in between. When John laughs, there are stars glittering on his tongue and galaxies resting just behind his teeth, and you wish you could press your lips there and burrow into the warm sound. Part 6 of sienna’s favorites

But Love Is A Voice On The Wind by Snow (M, 1832 w. || First Time, Meddling Mycroft, Texting) – Sherlock keeps getting texts from Mycroft with tips on wooing John.

In Which John is a BAMFy MoFo, OMG! by Kantayra (T, 1835 w. || Humour) – John’s BAMFness and Sherlock’s damsel-in-distress act are caught forever on camera. So Scotland Yard can mock. A lot.

Seventeen Letters by out_there (G, 2,357 w. || Love Confessions) – “I love Sherlock,” John says out loud, testing how the words feel in his mouth. It doesn’t change anything. Sherlock’s still the pillock who fiddled with his computer password.

Lie-In by scullyseviltwin (E, 2540 w. || Bed Sharing, Morning After, Fluff) – “I can’t believe you drank an entire bottle of wine.”

John’s Drawers by JezebelGoldstone (T, 2,646 w. || Fluff, First Kiss, Romance, Humour) – Sherlock snoops through John’s drawers and finds something… unexpected.

and stand there at the edge of my affection by coloredink (G, 2,683 w. || Fluff, Letters, Clueless John) – “You’ve written love letters,” Sherlock asserted.

Atrium by kali_asleep (T, 3,460 w. || 5+1, Valentines Day, Fluff & Schmoop, First Kiss) – Five times Sherlock gave John his heart, and the one time Sherlock got a heart in return (literally).

Posh Boy by panickedbee (M, 3,622 w. || Kinks, RST, Pining, Sexual Frustation) – In his head he greets him with hey, handsome in the morning, calls him genius when he is being too clever again, calls him pretty man and silly git and sweetheart and, of course, posh boy. Part 5 of Sherlock Holmes Is A Very Lucky Man

The Quiet Moments by belovedmuerto (T, 4,091 w. || Cuddles) – Cuddling. Lots of it.

34 Minutes by bendingsignpost (T, 4,698 w. || Experiments, Fluff) – An experiment in eye contact.

Because Blah Blah Blah Happy by cwb (E, 4,578 w. || Fluff, Cuddles, Kissing, First Kiss, Requited Love, Pining Sherlock) – John is entirely done with the milk situation and gives Sherlock a list of shit he’s pissed about. Sherlock sets out to make John happy. John is happy. Sherlock makes his own list. They are both very, very happy.

Happy Christmas, You Arse by 1electricpirate (T, 4,766 w. || Post-TRF, Fluff, Christmas Fic) – In which evidence is presented that disqualifies Sherlock from being the Grinch, and everyone’s shoes fit them perfectly well, thank you.

A Study in Intimacy by doodle (T, 5,183 w. || First Kiss, Virginity, Romance, Touching) – People don’t touch Sherlock Holmes, not like they touch other people. Then he meets John Watson.

a very soft epilogue (my love) by darcylindbergh (E, 5,395 w. || Retirement, Domestic Fluff, Dancing, Dogs, Grumpy Old Men) – Across the pillows, Sherlock shifts and hums, the creases of his face deepening and then smoothing before settling. John watches him wake up, his chest swelling with affection and fondness, and thinks he’ll never get tired of Sherlock in the mornings, sleepy and soft. It’s been some forty-odd years, and John hasn’t gotten tired of it yet. Part 5 of things fairy tales are made of

Maybe This Christmas by feverishsea (T, 6,021 w. || Matchmaker Anthea, Anthea POV, Slight Mystrade, Holmes Family) – Anthea has given up her life, her own desires, even her name in service of something greater than herself. But that doesn’t mean she can’t see when someone else wants something – even if she doesn’t happen to care overmuch for that person. And it doesn’t mean she isn’t willing to help.

To Quote Malcolm Tucker; or, Get The Fuck In or Fuck The Fuck Off by kim47 (T, 8,484 w. || Jealous Sherlock, Flirting, Cockblocking) – Sherlock is cockblocker and a prick tease and John is not amused.

An Important PSA

IMPORTANT UPDATE: DO NOT, under any circumstances, send hate to the users below. I do not condone hate. I am merely trying to spread awareness and, with luck, get in touch with the users below. Letting them know we do not want our tracks reposted is fine, but please think about how you word it. I do not want people to get death threats or hurtful comments.

You may find the original PSA down below.

Sigh. I really did not want to have to resort to this, but this has been a problem in the fandom overall for far too long. What is this problem? Music theft.

Some of you may know that I have repeatedly asked people NOT to upload my songs to youtube, yet despite this, it is a recurring problem, and I am not alone. My fellow composers LucasPucas, Jimmythebassist, Jamangar, ZacharyChang, among others, repeatedly have their songs taken without consent by Youtubers such as Yeah, TylerNess, Horse Burgers YT, CrazyArtPhoenix, ThatCrazyAU, and more. I will add to this list as needed.

Allow me to make one thing clear: None of us are okay with this. I speak with these composers on a regular basis, both in the IF and Storyshift Discords, and we are all sick of this.

You may think it is harmless. You may even think this is exposure for our work, but here’s the thing: these people are getting traffic and subscribers for content they did not create, and sometimes they don’t even credit.

While potentially well-meaning, in my case, I make it clear that I do not want my stuff reposted, such as on my sound cloud:
“**IMPORTANT**: People have been uploading my songs to their youtube accounts without my permission. Please do not do this. I know a lot of my stuff isn’t up there yet, but I do plan to bring it over in time. If you want to use my songs for any reason, I’d like credit, and asking permission is preferred.“

Never mind all the descriptions where I also reiterate that I do not want reuploads. Because the fact of the matter is, reuploads take traffic away from the original creator, and when people don’t link back or hide the credit under lengthy descriptions, it leads people to believe that the uploader is the composer, when all they did was lazily take someone else’s work and slap it into a video editor.

I will take a moment to note that Umbra Extensions is actually one of the few music channels on Youtube that not only asks permission, but does his best to give credit where due. If more people were like Umbra Extensions, I would not be making this post.

EDIT:  I have spoken with BC Gaming and Azzy Extensions. Oka C has been removed from the list, as it seems most of the offending content has since been removed. TheYazzer has also removed my stolen works. I will leave the original message below just as an example that this is a problem, and with many channels still taking our work, this issue is far from solved. However, we would much rather solve this peacefully, so if you are one of the channels involved, please contact us. We may be unhappy, but I swear we don’t bite.

EDIT 2: I have spoken to Outershift Chara as well, and things seem to be going smoothly. I am grateful for all parties responding politely and with understanding. :D The DVLPR has also contacted me.

EDIT 3: Spoke to Autocats as well! Unfortunately, Herobrine TV refuses to remove his stolen content, claiming we don’t own it. This is not an excuse to send hate. This is merely an update on the situation.

EDIT 4: Herobrine TV has agreed to remove the stolen content. Yay!

Below is an example of a recent theft. It has since been resolved. However, I am keeping it here to outline a very real problem with many of these videos.

And for a while, it seemed like he did… only for him to put it back up behind my back. Others have noticed this, and commented accordingly. Some friends have provided screencaps here and here, in case the uploader decides to “hide the evidence,” as it were. I would link the video itself, but since this chap decided he could make money off of my work, I don’t want to give him more fodder.

I have submitted a copyright claim, and I will continue to do this for any videos that take my content without consent. However, the fact that I even have to go this far represents a huge problem in the Undertale music community. Musicians are not being treated with the respect they deserve.People assume that they can just snatch music, slap it together as a video compilation, and reap the spoils.

This has to stop. I doubt it will, but if spreading this message can make even the slightest difference, then I am sure as hell gonna try. So please, if you enjoy our music, please reblog. It will help us all out tremendously.

Thank you for your time. Your regularly scheduled IF content will return shortly

PS. I am still okay with use of my music in fandubs if credit is given. It is the shameless stealing that I do not allow.

Quiet; Part One

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Baron Corbin/Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M. This is an outrageous porn without hardly any plot.

AN: You can all thank the incredible mastermind running the sin show over at @wwe-smutfics for the inspiration on this one (regardless of whether they know it or not!), and definitely go look at their stuff because it’s soooooo damn good! Wonderfully detailed and well-written. And! Check out @kitwritesnshit if you’re into NOT ONLY the WWE, but multiple fandoms (plus the way they write Corbin is spot fucking on seriously y’all get on that shit).

Also really poorly hinted at Baron-Corbin-is-totally-a-werewolf-ness. Enjoy!

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Blizzard--Imagine #8

Anonymous asked: Do you think you could do just a super fluffy imagine? where you and your crush have a movie night, watching cartoon movies, making jokes about them all. Cuddling, playing with eachothers hair. etc etc. Just want something super fluffy eek. love your writing x

fahimah-bbosa asked: Could u do an imagine where ur walking out of ur school + u bump into ur crush + he decides to walk home w u since u both live in the same direction + when u guys get to ur house u invite him in + watch a movie and cuddle + have fluffy stuff happen😊

A/N: So, I decided to combine these because they are pretty much the same. Hope it was fluffy enough. I always tend to make things more heated lmao. Also, this one really got away from me lmao, but I loved it too much to stop. Hope you guys don’t mind, and you enjoy it! Keep dreaming!~Logan

The crisp, cool air hit my face as I walked through the doors of my school. I gripped my thin sweater tighter around me as the cold wind pinched at my nose and cheeks. A sudden gust of wind slammed into my face, and I had to close my eyes against the force of it, pushing my body forward against the invisible force. That’s when my body collided with someone else’s and I let out a shriek. 

“Oh my god! Are you ok?” C/n asked, gripping my shoulders with warm hands to steady me.

I opened my eyes slightly, the wind not letting up. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Sorry about that.”

“Damn wind, am I right?” He chuckled shifting his weight from one foot to the other as his e/c eyes scanned my face. 

I self consciously brushed my finger over my nose, knowing it was already bright red from the cold. 

“You heading home?” His bright eyes twinkled with some emotion that resembled eagerness.

“I am,” I shivered, beginning my walk away from the school. 

It was a few minutes before I realized that he was walking right along side me and the realization hit me like a brick. Abruptly I stopped, and he swung his head around to look at me, eyes filled with worry.

Raising my eyebrow at him, I asked, “Why are you walking with me?” God, could I get any more awkward.

“My house is not far from here and I thought since we were heading in the same direction I would accompany you,” he said, giving me a sheepish smile.

I shrugged my shoulders, continuing on. The wind was relentless and I cursed under my breath as my fingers froze and my arms quaked with cold. 

“Here,” C/n stopped me by touching my arm gingerly and holding out his jacket. “To keep you warm. You look like you might turn into a frozen ice sculpture any minute.”

The blood that rushed to my face as I took the jacket from his hands and shrugged it on was a welcome feeling against the bitter wind. I sighed in relief, the jacket toasty from his body heat. As the jacket warmed my core, I took a whiff of the scent that radiated off it. It was both sweet and masculine and I wanted to drown in it. He smiled happily at me despite his arms going around his waist, giving away that he was cold without the coverage. 

“Thank you,” I murmured from behind the collar of the coat. 

“My pleasure,” his answer came back, warming me better than any piece of material.

The walk from my school to my house was a short one and all too soon, I stopped in front of my doorway. 

“This is me,” I said, disappointment thick in my voice.  

“Yeah, I guess I’ll see you around?” His reply coming out as a question. 

I didn’t want him to leave and I already felt that horrible sensation coming on that burrowed itself in my stomach determined to make me feel lonely the rest of the day. So, I decided to take a chance.

“You know, you could come inside and have some hot chocolate before you head home,” I ventured, and swelled with pride as the twinkle in his eyes that had dimmed as I was about to leave brightened at my suggestion.

“I mean, if it’s not too much trouble,” he said quickly, and I recognized the look of longing on his face I so often felt on mine when I let an opportunity to talk to him pass by. 

“Not at all,” I smiled.

Having him in my house was weird. Not that I didn’t like it, but it was just something I never imagined would happen in real life. As I stole a glance at him, leaning on the counter, stirring his hot chocolate into warm milk, I realized I still had his jacket on and startled, almost knocking down my mug in the process.

“Hey, you ok?” He asked, eyebrows lifting.

Y-yeah, I jus- I just realized I’m still wearing your coat,” I said, pulling it off.

His warm e/c eyes kept a steady gaze on me, as I shed the layer revealing my blue sweater underneath. Something about the way he was looking at me made me feel like it was a much more intimate gesture than simply handing someone their coat back.

“Hot chocolate good?” I asked, trying to get the conversation rolling again. 

He took a sip, noisily gulping down the hot liquid and I laughed as he let out an obnoxious exhale.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I chuckled, grabbing my own hot cocoa and putting his jacket on a stool in the kitchen. 

I didn’t bother telling him what I planned to do next, but he followed me willingly. Feeling his eyes on my backside, I swished my hips a bit more and heard him clear his throat. Satisfied, I sat down in front of the living room TV, sinking into the plush couch, and changed the channel to Adventure Time.

C/n stood awkwardly in the doorway of the living room, looking like he was debating something. “I should probably head home,” he mumbled. 

My face fell. I stood and walked to the window. The ground had been covered by snow and the wind outside was now howling. I could barely see my neighbor’s house across the street through the thick haze the blowing snowflakes were making. It was basically a full out blizzard.

“You think it’s safe to walk through that?” I asked, hoping, praying he’d say no.

“Mm, nah. Looks like I’ll have to stay here ‘til it lets up. I mean, if that’s fine with you,” he added, looking none too disappointed about having to stay in my house. With me. 

I grinned at him. “No, I think I’ll throw you out into the snow,” my eyes glinting in the dim glow of the room coming from the lamps as I pushed him back onto the couch, emphasizing my words with actions. “Make you fend for yourself. And I’ll steal your jacket from you so you’ll have no protection from the cold.”

“You sure you’re not an evil snow queen,” c/n’s eyes twinkled up at me, his pupils larger than before as I stood in front of his sitting form.

I grabbed a whole armful of fuzzy, fleece blankets and opened them over us. I burrowed into the blankets and looked at him.

“No, I’m a very kind blanket queen,” I smiled.

He laughed and I savored the sound. He covered his mouth with his hands, as if he was shy to let me see his smile and was embarrassed by the loud sound of it. But I didn’t mind at all. In fact, I wished he’d let me see it, unobstructed. It was a glorious thing to hear. It filled the empty rooms of my house, as well as the empty caverns inside of me that had been covered in dust. Places that had been abandoned over time where once they had been overflowing with love and happiness. I wanted to live in that moment forever.

His laugh subsided and he burrowed himself under the blankets as well, before grabbing his hot chocolate. I did the same and took a sip from my own mug. The chocolate flavor burst on my tongue and I moaned deeply, my eyes fluttering closed, the feeling of it’s warmth spreading through my extremities, making me slump deeper into the couch. C/n choked on his drink and started spluttering. I opened my eyes, and tried not to laugh as a dribble of hot chocolate ran down his chin from his lips and his eyes watered. Patting his back as he tried to regain his breath, I memorized the feel of his back under my hands, how it expanded and retracted as he caught his breath.

“You alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he said, a blush rising to his cheeks.

I giggled at the dribble of liquid still on his chin.

“What?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

Instead of answering, I licked my thumb and drew it across his chin, the tip of it just grazing his bottom lip, and cleaned away the drip. Before I knew what I was doing, or could even stop myself, I casually licked the liquid off my thumb and went back to sipping from my mug.

“You had some hot chocolate on your chin,” I said, my eyes going back to the TV, but I took a double take as I saw the expression on his face.

His e/c eyes were glued on my face, piercing into my own. His adorable pink lips hung open in a small “o”, a look of complete mesmerization on his face. He mumbled something extremely low, but from what I could hear it sounded like “fuck”. Eventually, he pulled away his eyes, and began sipping from his mug again, a deep red blush clear on his complexion.

I turned to watch the TV again, when I realized I didn’t know if c/n even liked Adventure Time.

As if he had read my thoughts he smiled, “I love Adventure Time.”

“Oh my gosh, really?” I exclaimed, excited to find we had something in common.

“Yeah! I’m so happy you like it, too. Everyone I know thinks it’s too weird,” he chuckled.

“Same! When I tried to get my mom to watch it she said she wouldn’t ever be drunk enough to enjoy it and left to watch Seinfield in her room,” I laughed.

He let out that hearty laugh again. “Jake’s my favorite character.”

“Marceline’s my favorite,” I grinned.

“Aha!” C/n shouted.


“I knew there was some evil in you,” C/n’s eyes twinkled with mischief.

“She’s not evil, she’s complex, you doofus!” I rolled my eyes, playfully.

“Oh, that was a mistake!” C/n looked at me with a sexy smirk, his one eyebrow raised, and he lunged at me. 

His fingers prodded my skin and I collapsed on the couch, in the bundle of blankets.

“No one calls me doofus, missy!”

 Twisting and turning, I let out shrieks and giggles as he tickled me, and the blankets prevented me from kicking him off as they wrapped around his and my legs. I writhed under his teasing touches, laughing and panting.

“Stop!” I gasped through giggles. 

His fingers were merciless.

“Never! You will feel my wrath, y/n,” he said lowly into my ear, his panting and soft chuckles caressing my neck in hot puffs of air as his body blocked mine from escaping.

A shiver ran down my spine, and I was certain he noticed, since the chuckle he released was more of a strangled sigh. God, the things he was doing to me. Not to mention the position we were in was extremely intimate. His body hovered over mine, his head so close to my neck I could feel his breath. My body kept brushing against him as I thrashed under his prodding touches.

“C-C/n, s-stop! Plea-ease!” I let out a shriek as he started tickling around my neck. “I’ll d-do whatever y-you say-y!” I stuttered.

The tickling immediately stopped. My body slumped into the couch, relieved. He moved his face to look into my eyes. I realized what I said might be a mistake.

Whatever I say?” He asked, quirking that damned eyebrow, that cheeky look in his eyes back again.

“Yes,” I panted, trying to regain my normal breathing.

“Well, then,” he said, his eyes flipping from my eyes to my lips. “I say I lay down and you let me tell you how beautiful you are and how much I like you,” he finished, his voice now gentle and cautious. 

“Your wish is my command,” I breathed, my eyes wide at the realization that he actually liked me.

He unexpectedly caressed my cheek, his warm, large hand covering the majority of my cheek. The pad of his thumb stroked the skin below my eyes gently.

“You are so beautiful, y/n,” He whispered, gazing into my eyes as if in a trance. 

Leaning into his palm, I closed my eyes. A peace I hadn’t felt in what seems like forever flooded through me. 

Reluctantly, he pulled away. Instead though, his hands guided me up. I didn’t quite understand what he was doing until he slid his body under mine, his legs on either side of me. Gently, he pulled me back down so my head was resting on his sturdy chest.

I turned my head and continued watching the show. Although, even with the show’s volume on normal, I couldn’t focus on anything except for his heartbeat drumming in my ear. It was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard and I wanted to wrap myself in it. Instead, I pulled the blanket up tighter around us, and wiggled trying to get more comfortable.

C/n let out a grunt. “Hey, y/n, not so much rubbing,” he chuckled and I could hear the blush in his voice.

“Sorry,” I smiled, looking back at him. 

The view was priceless. He was beet red, and he had the cutest sheepish smile on his face as he tried to adjust his position on the couch so as not to rub himself against me, which was impossible considering our bodies were flush against one another. 

“Stop fussing, you’re fine, I’m fine. We’re fine,” I said, caressing his cheek before laying back down. 

I had only just closed my eyes, when I felt his lips on my head. The kiss was tender. Pulling my hair out from under my head, he began running his fingers through it. I sighed in contentment. Braiding and unraveling my hair again, he started humming my favorite love song. I remember me talking about it in class once, and noticing how his full attention was on me. The humming traveled through his core, and with my ear pressed to his chest I could hear it vibrate through his body. His fingers were so gentle and nimble as they worked through my hair, then my scalp. I moaned, and my hands flew to my mouth. 

“It’s okay, y/n. Let me love you,” his voice came out so soft I barely heard it. 

I relaxed into his fingers though as he massaged my scalp. Starting at the nape of my neck, working his way up and to the sides of my head, eventually using his nails to gently scratch. I let out another moan, and I felt his chest stiffen and relax under my head as he chuckled. 

“You always smell like roses and I’ve always wondered whether it’s perfume or what. But now I realize it’s your shampoo. Should’ve been obvious considering anytime you walked into class with wet hair you smelled especially strong of it. God, it’s absolute torture when you walk by and leave that heavenly scent trailing behind you, like it’s teasing me to follow you,” he mumbled, seemingly lost in his own world. His own world that apparently revolved around me.

“Didn’t know I had such an effect on you, c/n,” I giggled. 

“You’re absolutely intoxicating,” he said, his voice pouring into my ear like silk. He had slid down now, so that his mouth was right by my ear. 

Those thick fingers slid under my shirt, making swirling patterns on my soft stomach. I caressed his forearms as they moved, making my own patterns on his skin. I moved my feet to tickle his. I could feel his smile grow bigger against the side of my face. I moved my leg up slightly, deciding I liked this, and stroked his muscled calf with my foot. Up and down. I was rewarded with his breathing becoming uneven. 

His warm arms wrapped around my stomach, trapping me to him and he whispered, with a smirk, “You’d better stop being such a tease unless you want me to have a heart attack.”

“We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” I chuckled, continuing my massaging on his leg. 

I looked back at him and grinned, wickedly. He raised his eyebrows in question, and I grinded my ass into him.

His eyes rolled back and his head thumped against the arm of the couch, a strangled moan escaping his lips. The sound was music to my ears. 

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Y/n stop, please.”

But I didn’t. I kept grinding and I felt my actions having the expected effect on his body.

“I thought you said my wish was your command,” he gasped, trying to contain himself from moving against me. 

“It is,” I giggled. “What do you wish for, c/n?”

“I wish for you to stop doing that, because I know you’re just teasing me,” he panted. 

I immediately stopped, turning around and straddling him instead. I quirked my eyebrow.  “And?”

“And I wish you were my girlfriend,” He breathed, brushing a stray lock of hair that had fallen across my face.

Immediately, I fell into his arms, laughing, feeling giddy. Hovering over him with my elbows resting on either side of his face on the arm of the couch, I brushed my fingers through his hair.

“God, yes,” I grinned. 

He crushed me in a suffocating hug and kissed my neck repeatedly.

“Thank god for blizzards,” he chuckled.

I looked into his shining eyes and nuzzled my nose against his.

“Thank god for you,” I said, before his lips captured mine in a sweet kiss filled with giggles and passion.

Name Suggestion

I don’t know why but ever since I stumbled into Kuroshitsuji, I have always quite liked the thought that Our!Ciel’s name is Cedric - after his grandfather.

And why? Because I think that’s something Vincent would do.

He lost his mother when he was 15, and he either lost his father around the same time or even earlier. We have no idea how their relationship was, but I cannot really imagine Vincent not having loved his parents. And when he had finally become a father, wouldn’t he name one of his sons after his father? At that time, so many people named children after family members or themselves. Queen Victoria, for example, named her first two children Victoria and Albert. I also believe that if Vincent ever had a daughter, he would have called her after his mother.

And wouldn’t it have been terribly sweet if Vincent had named one son Ciel - sky - and the other Cedric - a name with no real meaning, but which is meaningful to him? Especially when the son he named Cedric was the younger one? The youngest son who would not inherit anything? The youngest son people may consider unimportant, but who isn’t? Just like his name, he may not seem important on the outside, but in reality, he really is - he is loved and liked, and nobody thinks of him as unimportant. That he has a meaning.

And in case if Cedric K. Ros- is Undertaker - perhaps, Vincent knew about him and Cloudia? Or perhaps, he didn’t but he heard Cloudia once calling Undertaker “Cedric” (or anything like that) - Undertaker, whom he had known for so long; Undertaker with whom he was surely close. Undertaker who was surely important to him; and this would give more meaning to the name “Cedric.”

Also, I always had the opinion that whatever our Ciel’s real name is, it should have an “c” in it because every Phantomhive by birth (like Edward and Elizabeth are Phantomhives by blood, but weren’t born into the House of Phantomhive) we know so far, has a “c” in their name: Cloudia, Vincent, Francis, Ciel.

And “Cedric” has two “c”s and he’s the second son.

I am absolutely fine if Our!Ciel’s name turns out to be Astre because I think it is a lovely name, especially in regards to the “theme names” thing for twins (and it adds more to the title of my other story than I’ve actually intended (Ciel is, in fact, one of the Stars the title refers to.)), but I still like Cedric better.

Crack Suggestion for the Lulz:

What if Our!Ciel’s name is Diedrich?

Like Diedrich came to visit Vincent after the twins were born, and…

Diedrich: So… what kind of terrible names did you give your children?

Vincent: *points at one of the twins* This is the older twin, Ciel. Isn’t he cute?

Diedrich: Hmpf, hmpf. It won’t save him from his terrible name. Did you flip open a French dictionary and point at a random word? And let me guess, the other’s name is Croissant?

Vincent: *picks up baby number 2* Diedrich, can I proudly present you my second child? The Honourable Diedrich Phantomhive. (Note: I read somewhere that the younger sons of Earls don’t hold the title “Lord” but “The Honourable.)


Vincent: *grins*

(This would also be interesting, considering Rachel may have had some miscarriages before having the twins. Alphabet naming and so on.)

It’s Deeper Than Rap (Hanzo x Reader)

(Warnings: mention of death, swearing.

Bold/italicized are music lyrics)

Seeing you got ritualistic.
Cleansing my soul of addiction for now.

You ripped your headphones from your ears in shock at the sudden yelling. It was Hanzo. Normally, you wouldn’t be caught dead with your music on during training, but today had been a sullen day since the start. Hanzo gave you a stern look before turning away and going back to talking about what the exercise regime would be for the day.

It didn’t take long for the archer to explain the general plan for the day. You wished it’d taken him longer, so he could potentially forget about your earlier interruption. He would never forget.

“Was I not clear the first day we were assigned as a team that there would be no distractions during training?!”

Hanzo hissed.

You flinched a bit as he got in your face. Alls you could do was nod in response. Hanzo scoffed in disgust before continuing his tirade.

“Let me guess, you are listening to that filth music you love so much. I believe you called it rap. I could think of a similar word for it!”

He was really fuming today. Maybe he woke up feeling down as well. You could only nod again. Rap music was what kept you going. It had always given voice to the feelings you couldn’t talk about. The songs knew how you felt when no one else did.

“And why must you disrespect me by not speaking when spoken to?! You’ll never make it out in the real world with your disregard of orders!”

You tried to speak up, but relented to only nodding yet again. Hanzo shook his head in annoyance.

“You’re disappointing. You do not deserve to be here on the team–”

“Don’t finish that sentence, arrow boy!”
Reinhardt interrupted in his loud voice. He always told Hanzo off for you. It seemed that Hanzo was wary of him, which was good for you.

“You should not let my brother treat you in such way, (y/n).”
Genji quipped from behind you. He was always there to cheer you up after one of Hanzo’s rant. Alls you could do was give him a halfhearted smile in response.

“You do not need to speak to those who do not deserve to hear your lovely voice.”
He was still as charming as ever.


It had been three months of similar treatment. Adjusting was always hard when you were new and everyone else knew each other somewhat. Maybe that’s why you kept to yourself after being recruited for the Overwatch recall team. Your good friend, Lucio, had suggested that you be given a chance to be on the team. Winston said you passed with flying colors. It wasn’t every day someone could fly through the air with precision and a spear in hand.

You had known Lucio since you were both small children growing up in the slums of Rio. He usually did all the talking as you were terrible around people and didn’t often speak. It was the extreme social anxiety that held you back most times. That’s why Lucio and you had gotten along so well. Even though you two didn’t talk much, you both shared a love for music especially hip/hop and rap. It spoke for the two of you. Most days, you two could be found exchanging old rap songs you found with each other.

Living with social anxiety had many drawbacks. The one that became apparent recently was in training. Not being one to use a gun of any sort, you were usually training with Genji, Zenyatta, Reinhardt, and Hanzo. Oh, Hanzo. It felt like the serious archer had it out for you. He was always on your case about being distracted and not speaking when spoken to. You always landed in sticker shock when he yelled at you for not speaking back. Reinhardt would always pat your shoulder gently and tell you how well you were doing. Genji and Zenyatta did the same. Spending time with those three became your saving grace during training. Zenyatta and Genji had taught you a lot about finding your inner peace through meditation and yoga. Reinhardt tried to do yoga a couple times but would only complain about how he was ‘getting too old for this shit.’

Your inner peace turned out to be the music you grew up with. You were in a safe zone whenever you had your headphones in. Sometimes Lucio would pop by your training room to give you more song suggestions and just talk to you. Not that you talked back, but he didn’t care all the same. It was nice to have a friend like him. Hanzo didn’t seem to agree as whenever Lucio came by he’d ask him if he had somewhere to be with a pointed look. You wished Hanzo would be more sympathetic to you because you were actually infatuated with the man. Scratch that, you were crushing hard on him, and everyone but him seemed to notice. Genji always said he was quite dense.

One day, when you made your way to the training room you were always in, there was a lack of people occupying the space. Everyone else was always there before you were, so this was quite unnerving for you. Putting your bag down, you plugged your headphones into your com wrapped around your bicep. At least you got to listen to your music for a little bit while you waited for everyone. Stretching out your muscles in anticipation of another harsh Hanzo workout. He never let you listen to it during training anyway. Maybe it was a good thing he didn’t since you always got to thinking on things from the past.

Look, momma hit my phone and said rap’s no good. Better than her telling me the check’s no good. Now they wanna act like I do no good. Funny cause I really did more than I should.

Lucio being the only constant in your life, in your childhood.

I made a decision last night that I would die for it. Just to show the city what it takes to be alive for it.

Watching Vishkar Corporation decimate the slums in which you lived. Where everyone you knew lived.

And I can’t sleep these days unless I take one.

Where almost everyone you knew stopped living.

If they don’t have a story these days, they’ll make one.

The news said the fire was an accident, but everyone who made it out alive knew the truth. That’s why Lucio and yourself decided to expose the truth.

Life is always on, man, I never get a break from it. Doesn’t matter where I go I can never get away from it.

Lucio got famous from his music, and you stayed behind to rebuild and protect those that remained.

Keeping people fed is my only peace of mind now.

You saw things that you could never forget. You became the rock your old neighbors leaned on. The position of rebuilder you put yourself in secured clean water, food, temporary shelter, and some peace of mind for those people. You were the leader for the broken people left behind.

I got it right now so I’m everybody’s friend. If I ever lose, I bet we never speak again.

Nothing came without consequences. The day you were taken to jail for stealing was the last day you were in good company. The neighborhood people didn’t care that you stole, they cared that you let the government push you out of the city so easily. It was that or have police take the others into custody. For most families you took care of, they wouldn’t survive without the little money they made. What choice did you have?

Tried to kill me but they still want the views. Tried to kill me but I am very much alive on the six side.

Lucio found out that you were exiled to a world you had never experienced. He picked you up and let you travel with him on tour for awhile. The whole time you couldn’t help but wonder why you were alive when the others that died in the fire deserved it so much more. It weighed on you more than you let on. That’s when you stopped talking to people you didn’t trust. They would just be disappointed by you anyway. You figured you were only still alive, so the universe could have a good laugh at you every day you woke up.

Yeah, I said I am very much alive on the six side. I said I am….

Some days you would look at the pills you took to sleep at night and imagine what could happen. You didn’t notice the hand on your shoulder gently shaking you out of your daze for awhile. When you did, you turned to look at who it was. Your stomach got uneasy at the sight of Hanzo. However, he seemed different in this moment. The normal serious face he had was replaced with one of concern. You were confused until you finally noticed you were crying. At some point, your legs must have given way as you were sat on the ground.

“(y/n)….what is wrong?”

He gently took the headphones from your ears. You missed the music already. Surprisingly, it was the only thing keeping you sane. You tried to wipe the tears away and act normal, but you were too far gone to stop crying.

“C-can I have my headphones back…?”
You choked out. Hanzo was surprised to hear you actually respond. He placed the plastic headphones back in your hand without question.

“May I listen with you?”

Hanzo asked. You were more surprised than you should’ve been. There was no way Hanzo would like rap, yet he seemed insistent on joining you. Giving Hanzo the left earbud, you turned back to the song you listened to before.

Look, momma hit my phone and said rap’s no good. Better than her telling me the check’s no good. Now they wanna act like I do no good.!Funny cause I really did more than I should.

The two of you listened to the song without speaking even once. It was nice just to have the music to comfort you, but you were glad to have someone else with you while listening to it. Hanzo’s face was unreadable through the entire song. A small part of you wanted him to love it as much as you did. This song hit home for you, and that made it even more personal to you. While searching for another song, Hanzo spoke up.

“The way the man spoke the words instead of singing them reminds me more of poetry than music. I…I apologize. I was wrong about this music. This is a side of the genre I did not believe existed.”

You raised an eyebrow in confusion.
“I can see how much this music means to you.”

This made you break. No longer were you trying to seem collected to avoid one of his rants. You were sobbing, and you were talking about your past and how you wanted to die. Hanzo never interrupted you. He only wrapped an arm around your shoulders and let you talk. Hanzo relished the moment in a way. The sound of your voice had been something everyone wanted to hear. They all wanted you to get better, even Hanzo. The man was terrible with emotions and being over sensitive.

From the beginning, Hanzo thought you disliked him. He saw how easily you warmed up to Reinhardt, Genji, and Zenyatta. It was hard for him to believe that it was easier to be around a cold, lifeless machine than him. Eventually, Hanzo started noticing whenever he walked into the room you seemed to stop talking. It made him believe you were speaking about him, or that you didn’t respect him enough to say one word to him ever. It hurt his ego more than a bit. From the moment he saw you in action with your spear in hand and flipping easily through the air, he knew he liked you. That’s why he was unpredictably harsh at times. Assuming does make an ass out of everyone. The two of you thought the same about the other.

You were talking to him now, and soon, you couldn’t stop talking to him. You were talking and talking, and everything came out of you at once. It was rushed and at times incoherent but it was wonderful and perfect in its own way. In this moment, you were at your most vulnerable in years, but it felt surprisingly okay.

Hanzo had no idea of your past before this point. No one could ever know someone entirely, but Hanzo wished he could know all of you. Every part. Once you had started to calm down, Hanzo softly spoke again.

“Why do you tell me these things? I have not earned this information. You do not even care for me. That is why you do not care for me. Whenever I come around, you look through me. You stop talking when I walk into a room. Am I truly so horrible that it is easier to talk to metal than man?”

There was silence. Weren’t you supposed to be asking him why he hated you? Hadn’t he been the one to give you the cold stare and shoulder first? He had been the one that made you feel uncomfortable from the beginning, and anyone could back you up on this.

“You–since the beginning you’ve given me harsh stares and never tried to get to know me. I tried–in my own way I tried to show I was listening to you at all times. You never wanted me to hear any of it, it seems.”

Make me feel the same way that I did to you. Trust me when I say I thought it all through.

“I had Reinhardt introduce me to you because everyone told me you still weren’t comfortable around your brother. Everyday before practice, I got everything organized and ready because I knew you like everything to be in its place. That’s why I left notes telling you that you don’t need to do those things anymore because I was glad to. Glad to do it for you. I made sure to think everything out because I know what it’s like to hurt people….”
You sobbed out. Hanzo felt like an ass, but you felt that way too.

“….I didn’t want you to be one of them too…because I–I admire you. You’re the pinnacle of strength. You are a leader, a warrior, a beauty, and a silent man because what you do speaks for itself. I want to be like that…I–”

Before you could apologize to Hanzo over and over again, he spoke up in a soft voice as to not scare you even more than he already had.

“Only a blind man could not see that you already are these things you wish to be….the day I met you, I saw all of your potential and wished to be apart of helping you reach the fullest of potentials. You are stronger than I, you saved the people around you from crashing and burning like the fire that had taken your friends, family, and houses. I am the fire. I burned many bridges when I supposedly killed my brother.”

He stayed silent for a moment and so did you. The only sound in the room was the soft sniffles from you and the music still playing in the background.

“I do not deserve to be in the presence of such a pure, selfless person like you. I have hurt you deeply, and I cannot erase this. Do know that I will never let myself be so ignorant towards you again. I do not expect your forgiveness to be given in the near future, however, I will try my damnedest to repair my reputation to you.”

Then you were crying even more. Hanzo could sense something was different in nature than before. You desperately wipe at your eyes to appear like the person Hanzo described. Hanzo moved, so that you were facing him straight on now. He brought his left hand up to caress your cheek stroking his thumb gently over your cheekbone and wiping tears away from your face. Your entire face got hot, and your eyes slipped close. You could tell that your proximity to Hanzo had been changed.

“I admire you, too.”

Hanzo whispered. You could barely feel his breath on your face.

“Please….do not cry. You should not waste such energy on me. I do not deserve it. I do not deserve you.”

He mutters softly; his thumb still absentmindedly stroking your cheek. Why was he so close and not doing anything? You opened one eye slightly to try and read Hanzo’s face without looking weird. He was too busy looking down at the floor, seemingly thinking hard about something.

Maybe Hanzo was right, and you were a better leader than you gave yourself credit for. Back in the slums, you took charge and left your people in places they could live in, Jobs to work in, and clean water to drink. You found your voice.

“C–can I kiss you?”

Sure, your voice was still shaky. Sure, you were still crying but quieter now. Sure, Hanzo was a no nonsense type of man and generally didn’t seem interested in anyone let alone you. But, If you didn’t ask him now, you never would. It was hard to look at him now.

“Even after all that I have done to wound you? You should not associate with someone who only knows how to burn the people around them.”

Passionate from miles away. Passive with the things you say. Passin’ up on my old ways.

Maybe that was true. However, the first time you saw Hanzo you felt like you saw an angel. A light at the end of a long tunnel you were still running down. Being this close to the end of the tunnel, it was too tempting to put it off for another day. You’d never been this close to the end before. You might never be again if you don’t act now, so you do. The kiss was sudden and a little awkward, but for once you didn’t care.

Hanzo kissed back. The way he kissed you made you think he’d been waiting for this as long as you had. Most people wouldn’t forgive Hanzo so easily, yet you knew better than anyone that things that are here today might not be there tomorrow. That is why you joined the overwatch recall team. You didn’t want others to have to live like the things and people they love wouldn’t be there for the next day. And the day after that and the one after that and so on.

Hanzo’s large hands both cup your cheeks now. He knew he didn’t deserve you, yet he was afraid if he didn’t hold you there you would realize this and leave. Now that things were cleared up between the two of you, he didn’t want to let you go ever again. He tells you this in between quick kisses on your lips. Soon, his words devolve into apologies. To think, you were the one who was going to apologize to him like he is to you now. This was unexpected from a man like Hanzo.

“I am full of sorrow to have caused you so much pain, (y/n). Do not forgive me for this until I have proven myself worthy of your forgiveness.”

Alls you could do was nod. Even if you wanted to, you don’t feel like you could hate someone let alone Hanzo. You couldn’t even hate Vishkar after the fire. That’s what a true strong person is like. Forgiving enemies when they don’t deserve it. It annoys people to no end when they can’t get a rise out of someone.

Maybe you were a better leader than Hanzo.

Maybe you were a better leader than Hanzo.

Maybe you were a better leader than Hanzo.

He laughed a bit before you realized you said that out loud. Hanzo seemed to agree. Before you could open your mouth to speak to Hanzo again, there is the sound of someone clearing their throat loudly to get your attention.

“What did we miss, kids?”

It was Reinhardt and Genji. Awkward. Hanzo was still sitting there with your face between his hands in close proximity. Normally you’d pull away to cover for yourself, yet this time it didn’t feel embarrassing at all. It didn’t feel right for you to pull away. Neither of you did. You spoke in a shaky tone still recovering from crying so much.

“Everything is fine….no everything is great.”

Reinhardt let out his normal, overly loud laugh.

“Maybe we shall be late to training more often!”

Don’t pick up the pieces, just leave it for now they keep fallin’ apart.

Maybe they should. Maybe they wouldn’t need to. Hanzo was planning on being by your side 24/7 to prove himself worthy of you. You both had broken pieces inside of you. Things from the past were less important right now. It seemed that the past became a secondary problem. Hanzo and you were both already planning on fixing your relationship as it stands. It would take time. The process of healing your relationship started in this moment. Everyone in the room could feel this. You smiled at Hanzo sheepishly before speaking once again.

“Um, trying to think of the right thing to say.

He didn’t care. Hearing your voice was enough for him. To think if Reinhardt and Genji weren’t late for training, he might never have heard his favorite sound in the world or his new favorite genre.

It’s deeper than rap, now.

(A/N: the song at the beginning and very end is Passionfruit and the song through out the body is 9. Both are by Drake.)

Ike/Lucina C-S Support

Written by  datguy7788


Lucina: Excuse me! Please excuse me! Please stop!

Ike: Hm? Are you talking to me?

Lucina: Thank you for stopping, Radiant Hero.

Ike: Radiant Hero?

Lucina: Yes, in my time your legend is known far and wide. A Hero who radiated through the darkness and brought peace to the land. I am honored to be in your presence.

Ike: That’s…. Um… Are you sure you have the right guy?

Lucina: I’m sure of it. The entire camp has been talking about you nonstop since you arrived. I wasn’t sure if the rumours were true but now I know. You have to be the Radiant Hero of legend.

Ike: I see… Thank you…. I guess.

Lucian: Radiant Hero, if you have the time I was hoping you could spar with me.

Ike: I have time, but if we’re going to spar I have a rule.

Lucina: Anything.

Ike: Please stop calling me a hero. It’s just Ike.  

Lucina: If that is what you wish, Ra- Ike.

Ike: Good, now lets begin. Let me warn you though, I don’t hold back!

Ike: HAAA!

Lucina: Take this!

Ike: Not good enough!

Lucina: Arghh!

Ike: Let’s take a break….

Lucina: That would be for the best….

Ike: I must admit, Lucina, you’re quite the swordsman!

Lucina: Thank you, Ike. That’s high praise coming from you.  

Ike: I don’t think I still understand all this praise. This whole war is quite confusing.

Lucina: Try meeting your distant ancestor and explain to him you’re his descendant. That was quite the day.

Ike: I can imagine so. I do appreciate the sparring partner though. I learned quite a bit about your fighting style.

Lucina: I can say the same. It’s no wonder people call you a hero.

Ike: I’m not sure that title is appropriate. I’m a simple mercenary. Nothing more, nothing less.

Lucina: Hm… If you say so. If you have time, I would love to practice with you once more.

Ike: Of course. I would love to become sparring partners with you.

Lucina: Good, let’s both improve together!

Ike: For the good of the army and our friends.

[Lucina and Ike have reached support rank C.]


Ike: Take this!

Lucina: You will not stop me!

Ike: I will finish you!

Lucina: Not yet…

Ike: Give it up, Lucina. This fight is mine.

Lucina: … I surrender.

Ike: Good. Now take my hand. 

Lucina: Thank you. That was certainly intense.

Ike: I agree, that was our most heated match so far. Now what does it make it, thirty-four to thirty-six for you?

Lucina: I believe so. But most of those wins I got lucky.

Ike: *laughs* In my line of business, luck is just as critical as anything else. Luck could mean the difference between a successful mission and losing everyone.

Lucina: I see, leading an army isn’t that much different than being the leader of a mercenary group.

Ike: I would agree. However, I leave most of the strategy up to a good friend of mine. If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t have made it as far as I did.

Lucina: Having a keen strategist is important to upkeep an army. Robin took a very hands on approach to leading the troops but left the main command to the troops to my father.

Ike: From what I’ve heard your father and his taction are very close. It almost reminds me of my relationship with Soren.

Lucian: I must admit though, sometimes I wish I knew what it was like to be a mercenary. It sounds like an interesting life.

Ike: It is true that being a mercenary allows me a few freedoms. However, everyone looks up to me to lead them. My father was a great man and I often feel that no matter what I do I won’t be able fill his space.

Lucina: I know how you feel all too well. After my father’s death I find myself alone in the world. My kingdom looked to me for hope and guidance in its hour of need. To this day I still feel like I wasn’t enough. Hundreds died and I was unable to protect them. I rant back to the past to help them…. But deep down I felt like I was doing was running from the problem. What kind of leader abandoned their people in their darkest hour?

Ike: Only an idiot would criticize your choice. I would do the same thing.

Lucina: Truly?

Ike: You had two choices. Stay and fight or run to fight another day. When I was younger I might have chosen to stay and fight but I’ve learned much since my father’s death. Not all battles are won in one day. You did the right thing.

Lucina: Thank you. You have no idea what it means to hear you say that, Ike.

Ike: Of course, Lucina. You know I feel more alike to you than anyone else here. We both had to take on grave responsibilities when we weren’t ready.

Lucina: I agree. It truly was a dark time but now, the future seems bright.

Ike: But we can’t sit back and relax just yet! Now shall we have another match? I still have to avenge myself.

Lucina: *laughs* Of course. I’m ready whenever you are.

[Ike and Lucina have reached support rank B.]


Ike: Lucina, may I speak with you a moment?

Lucina: Of course, Ike. What can I help you with?

Ike: I’ve been thinking a lot about the future lately.

Lucina: What about it?

Ike: Ever since I’ve arrived I have felt…. Less than worthy of the praise I have received. People look at me like a legend of some kind and I’m still not sure how to respond. I’m supposed to be a hero, but I feel less like a legend and more like a boy playing hero.

Lucina: Ike…

Ike: I know it’s not right for me to say these kind of things. But I can’t help but feel like that lately. How am I supposed to be a hero when I couldn’t even save my father?

Lucina: ….

Ike: I’m sorry, Lucina. I shouldn’t have told you that but I had to tell someone. Someone who might understand.

Lucina: Deep down I do understand. The never ending pressure. The drive to do better but seemingly always out of reach. To be honest myself the reason I wanted to spar with you was to get stronger. I thought if I trained with you I could grow stronger. Strong enough to protect my father and all my friends.

Ike: I’m happy you understand. I have a lot of respect for you Lucina. You’re stronger than you believe and your humble. I wish I had your grace when I was younger.

Lucina: Thank you, Ike. It makes me happy to hear you say that.

Ike: I know this might be selfish but do you think you can help me?

Lucina: Help you with what?

Ike: I want to grow stronger but I am not sure what that really means. I would like your help to become more like a hero that everyone else seems to see.

Lucina: Ike…. Of course I’ll help you. It’s not every day a living legend asks for your help to grow stronger!

Ike: Thank you, Lucina. Now let’s both grow stronger. Together.

Lucina: Of course, for our friends.

[Ike and Lucina have reached support rank A.]


Ike: Ow…. that hurt.

Lucina: Are you okay, Ike?

Ike: Sorry, Lucina, I got distracted.

Lucina: It’s okay take a seat. I’ll check you for wounds.

Ike: Thank you.

Lucina: I’m confused though you could have easily dodged that attack. You seem… distracted.

Ike: So you’ve noticed.

Lucina: I think we’ve spent enough time together for me to recognize when you’re not at your best. Like when you’re hungry you make this funny face. *laughs*

Ike: Lucina…

Lucina: Hehe, it’s funny. I think this is the first time I’ve seen you blush, Ike.

Ike: This is a first for me too. Lately I’ve been having these… feelings for you.

Lucina: You don’t mean….

Ike: I do. Lucina, I’m a simply man so I won’t hide my feelings any more. I love you.

Lucina: Ike…

Ike: I feel a deep connection with you. The way you look at me, the way you smile, I love all of it. I want to be the kind of Hero you looked up to when we first met. Which is why I swear that I will grow stronger and stronger each day.

Lucina: Ike, I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Deep down I think I’ve fallen for you too. You’re strong but also kind. You’re more humble than you let on and you’re strong enough to know where you can improve.

Ike: Lucina! Please stop… *blushes*

Lucina: Oh my, I’ve never seen someone blush so much before.

Ike: I’m sorry.

Lucina: *laughs* It’s okay. I feel like I’m seeing a side of you I’ve never seen before. It’s cute.

Ike: *chuckles* I don’t think anyone has called me cute before.

Lucina: *smiles* So then, we both confessed. What happens next?

Ike: We grow stronger, together, hand in hand.

Lucina: That sounds wonderful. I love you Ike.

Ike: … I love you too.

Lucina: What was that Ike?

Ike: I said I love you too!

Lucina: *kisses Ike* You don’t need to shout, I know you do. My Radiant Hero.

Ike: Oh man, what is Soren going to say?

Lucina: That’s right! We should tell everyone.

Ike: Can you do the talking? I think I’ve done enough for today.

Lucina: Of course. Now let’s go, together. *Takes Ike hand*

Ike: I’ll be right behind you, no matter what.

[Ike and Lucina have reached support rank S.]

anonymous asked:

Chocobro Headcanons please 🙂Their reaction to having an s/o who is a seer and broke down sobbing cause they know what's going to happen and can't hide it any longer because they don't want it to happen but know that there are serious consequences if they tried to change the future. I'm in an angst mood. And good luck on rebooting your blog! 😉

A/N: Thank you for this ask, I live for angst. Also I had no idea what a seer was but now I know, hope these headcanons are okay!

Chocobro’s reaction to their Seer!S/O becoming upset about the future:


  • He’s going to be confused at first, “Why was his S/O crying?” “Did someone hurt them?”
  • Once they explain that something awful was going to happen in the future, Noct would understand. Even though his S/O couldn’t fully tell him what was to happen because messing with fate was dangerous, He would try to comfort them the best he could
  • Noctis would hugged his S/O close and tell them that no matter what happens, it was meant to be, and there was no changing that, he would suggest they just enjoy the present, and worry about what was going happen later


  • Instantly runs over to his crying S/O, worried that maybe they were hurt
  • He’ll kneel down to them, ask what’s wrong, and what he could do to help
  • Once they tell Prompto about what they saw, he may even get a little teary eyed too. He’ll hug them and rub their back while they cry, repeating the words “everything will be okay”


  • v e r y   c o n c e r n e d   b o y f r i e n d
  • He’s by their side in a matter of seconds, with a flood of questions like “What’s wrong?” “Are you okay?” “Did something happen?”
  • Once Gladio is filled in on what happened, he’s going to try his best to help calm his S/O’s nerves, reminding them that it’s okay and that whatever they saw was far in the future and to not worry so much all while giving them the best smile he could in hopes it would brighten their mood


  • Ignis is a bit more rational out of the three, he’s fully aware of his S/O’s abilities and knows they see a lot of horrible things, and always reminds himself this
  • But when he sees just how much this vision was affecting them Iggy is a bit unsettled and cautiously approaches so he is to not startle them
  • He’ll ask them what they saw, but won’t pry if his S/O doesn’t want to talk about it and Ignis will also reminds them, that if they ever do want to talk about it with him, that he’s there to listen

- Mod Lucis  

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anonymous asked:

After reading the script & watching the scene, what was the point of having Clarke point the gun at Bellamy? To show how far she was willing to go to stop him? To show how much she cared for B? Because it could've been just Clarke with guards pointing guns at B or at B & Abby, but the writers made sure it was only between C&B and with Clarke having to choose between humanity and giving B up.

Are you asking me or telling me, because I think you answered your own question.

Yes. It would have made more sense and been more effective for her to take guards. But she didn’t.

So that was a narrative choice that put Clarke up against a direct choice, the  most dramatic choice she could make. It put her heart up against her head. It was a very personal choice she made. The heart won.

It was a narrative choice that highlighted the changes that Clarke and Bellamy have gone through– and brought some of them back to who they were in the beginning, actually, pitting Bellamy’s need to save his sister up against Clarke’s need to save humanity, no matter the cost. 

And what it came down to was the relationship between Clarke and Bellamy.

That’s why that is a Bellarke scene. It’s not just about Clarke’s ethical choice or Bellamy and his sister. It is about the relationship between Clarke and Bellamy.

It put it on the line. She almost sacrificed it. But she couldn’t.

Like JR said, this has ALWAYS been the story of Clarke and Bellamy and their relationship to each other.

That is why that scene pitted them against each other and laid Clarke’s feelings out bare. I suppose it was mostly about how Clarke felt about Bellamy. 

So yeah. That scene was about how important Bellamy was to her, in case we missed it in the rest of the season. With this fandom, it’s no wonder they reinforced her feelings again and again and again and also posted the script saying explicitly that Clarke loves Bellamy.

Because I think some fans are still refusing that– and it might just be the center of season 5. 

Late Night Case

          Just a little reminder that this was my first fanfiction. I haven’t written one before, but perhaps if people like it I can try my hand at some more.

Oh and, @cm-ncis-writings, tell me how I did. It’s totally okay if it’s not that great.

           You slumped into your seat at your desk and rested your head in your hands. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a good night’s sleep.  You could feel yourself starting to nod off as you continued to read through the case file. You had gone through five out of fifty so far, trying to find the suspect.

           “(Y/L/N),” Gibbs shouted.  You jerked you head up, opening your eyes to Gibbs leaning over your desk.  “Work is a place where you work, not where you sleep.”

           “Sorry boss,” you said in a low groggy tone.  You rubbed your eyes and yawned. This was your first case that you were assigned to lead.  Tony and McGee had told you that it was a test.  However, you felt like all you were going to do was fail.

           “Don’t say sorry, it’s a sign of weakness,” he said eyeing you from his desk.

           “Right I forgot, rule number six.  Got it,” you said rolling your eyes.

           Gibbs gave you his be careful stare.  The phone ringing on his desk pulled his attention away from your sassy attitude. You heard murmuring coming from his desk as you continued to stare at the same file.  He quickly hung up his phone and got up grabbing his coat. “(Y/L/N), where’s our team?”

           “Well not everyone is going to be here all night willing to look through all of these files.  They went home and got some rest.”

           “Alright,” he said reluctantly.  “You’re with me then.  We’ll get coffee on our way to the scene, grab your gear.  Looks like you have another file to add to that pile.  I’ll call Ducky.”

           “Boss, what about everyone else,” you wondered as you throw your bag over your shoulder.  It was unlike Gibbs to not call the rest of the team in if there was another scene.

           “Tonight, they get to sleep.  Besides, this is your case, the only one that needs to be there, is you,” he commented as he looked at you and pressed the elevator button.

           You chuckled and looked at Gibbs, “a man once told me that you can sleep when you’re dead.” He shook his head with a slight smirk spreading across his face.


           After assessing the scene with Gibbs, you both came back to the office with yet another cup of coffee.  This had been your third cup of the day, Gibbs surprised you on the way back with another cup of coffee.  You enjoyed being alone with Gibbs at the scene.  No smart ass remarks from Tony, and no rebuttals from McGee.  You enjoyed Gibbs’ company, the comfortable silence was refreshing.

           “Did you take the new evidence down to Abby,” Gibbs asked plopping down in his chair and opening the case file you put on his desk.  There wasn’t much of an update to it because of how clean the second crime scene was.  

           It was almost seven in the morning so everyone would be showing up soon, except for Tony, sometimes he showed up late.  “When she comes in I will definitely take it down to her.  Not that she’ll love it, there’s not much for her to work with.  Although she does thrive on finding anything she can.”  You chug the rest of your coffee and throw the cup in the trash. Leaning back in your chair you rub your eyes, you have been up all night and could use some sleep, but it was too late for that now.

           “I called Tony and told him to bring us more coffee.  You’re going to need it, (Y/N)”, Gibbs said with a grin.  You smiled back at him.  You loved that half smile that he always seemed to wear around you all too often.

           “Gibbs, I’m turning into you with all this coffee I’m drinking,” you said laughing at the three tall empty cups of coffee in your trash bin.

           He sat up and raised his eyebrow still giving you a grin that could melt a glacier.  “I don’t know if that’s a bad thing or a good thing, (Y/N).”  He said it as a joke, but you were unsure if he was serious or not. It seemed that his amusement turned into curiosity in a matter of seconds.

           You sat up noticing the curious expression on his face.  “Well…  I mean it could be good or bad.  I mean sawdust is a lovely smell, but coffee breath is not ideal,” you rambled, seeing that Gibbs was not entertained.  “Not that being you is bad.  You’re an attractive man, a good Marine.  I uh, you know think you’re-.”          

           “That’s enough, (Y/N),” he said in a low voice.  You looked at Gibbs searching for a facial expression that would tell you that you didn’t go too far.  Then you saw it.  His cheeks were flushed a soft pink.  No wonder he was trying to hide behind his computer screen.

           You observed him for a few seconds longer before speaking.  You became amused at the thought of Gibbs blushing. “Did Leroy Jethro Gibbs just blush,” you teased, with a wide grin on your face.

           “Enough,” he said shortly.  

           “Aww Gibbs, don’t tell me you’re all flustered from a few compliments,” you pressed. You get up from your seat and stand in front of your desk.  You fold your arms and smirk, looking at Gibbs as he glares at you.  You quietly chuckle to yourself.

           Gibbs suddenly got up from his chair and walks over to you and stands in front of you.  His face was only inches from yours.  You can feel the heat from his body radiating against your body.  You can even smell the sawdust that always seemed to linger on anything he wore.  His icy blue eyes stared into your (e/c) eyes.

           He narrowed his gaze and cocked his head slightly to the side.  “Special agent (Y/L/N),” he whispered softly, his breath brushing across your face.  “Be careful, you might start something you can’t finish.”

           You break eye contact and let out a low laugh.  “Gibbs, I can handle myself,” you whisper back.  You smiled back at him and raised your eyebrow.  You didn’t know how far this would go, but you certainly enjoyed the flirtatious side of Gibbs you had not seen before.

           Gibbs leaned forward, giving you a kiss.  It wasn’t intense, or rushed, it was more of a soft, careful kiss.  “I knew there was a reason I liked you, (Y/N),” he breathed into your ear.  He stepped back and winked at you, walking back to his desk.

           You stood in front of your desk shocked that you just got a kiss from the man you’ve had a crush on for a few months.  You go to say something, but Tony comes in and hands you your coffee. “Good morning you two!  I slept great, how’s your morning,” Tony mused giving Gibbs his coffee and going back to his desk.

           Gibbs locked eyes with you and smirked, winking at you again.  “It was quite electric, Dinozzo.”  He smirked as he sipped his coffee, waiting for the rest of the team to show up.  

           You knew in your gut, things were going to be different with Gibbs from that day on.

bitchofbass  asked:

See you at colossal!!

freakanature06 said:o/ I’m going to colossal too! I hope I get to see you there, even if just in passing. c:  

 See you guys there!!! 

I know for sure I’ll be at the voltron photo shoot on friday as sailor Keith.   If there was a voltron meetup I would totally go but I haven’t seen one so far, and I tend not to go to panels.  so you’ll probably see me wondering or sitting somewhere! 

I wish I had more prints to give away like I did at Katsucon  

The Butterfly Effect

Okay strap yourselves in, ladies and gentlemen. I have a crazy AU for you:

Let us imagine, for the sake of argument, that the Roman Empire successfully resisted the external forces (invading barbarians) which were the proximate cause of its collapse. This would have consequences outside of the Roman Empire just as much as within it.

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anonymous asked:

Would you please write the main four + Link confessing to their crush? Thank you so much and I love your blog so much. You are such a blessing I hope you have a great day!!!

Uwaaaa thank you anon!! ;; 7 ;; I hope you have a terrific week and thank you for supporting the blog!! //cries// and of course I would– you’re welcome anonny! ;; v ;; There’s also one where OT4 + Link asks s/o out on a date so you might want to check that out!

Allen would be planning the whole day - the sudden burst of energy from his overflowing emotions slowly giving way to doubt; He wasn’t perfect - and he wasn’t innocent either and the male wondered if he could ever give _____ the best that they deserved.

It didn’t even occur to him that he had eaten ten portions less until he was confronted by the very person of affection; flustered when their hand reached out to check his temperature. His head raced with so many thoughts at once that he thought he was going to explode right then and there.


“I don’t have a problem– okay not true I have a lot of problems–”

– but the only problem right now is that I love you… too… much…”

Cue embarrassed blush by both parties-

Lavi would probably be trying for a week before he could confess to them properly. Everyone at the order knew that he fell easily - but only his closes friends knew that he was serious about a certain (h/c) exorcist. It frustrated him to no end that they wouldn’t take him seriously - though it was mostly his fault anyways.

The redhead let out a frustrated huff when ______ laughed at his attempted confession once more, a curious red hue staining their cheeks.

“Lavi– You’re playing right? Is that another one of your training for when–” Having had enough, Lavi pulled them closer to his person and promptly pressed his lips to theirs - making sure that he could get his feelings across as bright as the sun in the sky.

When they parted, Lavi had pressed his forehead against theirs - closing his one visible eye to catch his breath. When he looked back at them, he was surprised to see them in awe and in a state of fluster, a hand touching their lips as a furious red painted their entire visage.


“Are my feelings true enough to you yet..?”

Link would be too much of a nervous wreck to actually say anything - proven by the many times he had tried to convey his feelings. He would write them a letter, unconsciously gripping and crumpling it in his hand when he saw the (h/c) talking to one of the scientists.

He took a calming breath, his hands shaking far more than when he had to endure overexertion on his body. Once they had wrapped up their conversation, Link called their name - his voice scratchy which caused him to clear his throat twice. 

“Link, did you catch a cold? You have to be careful of–”

“Its not that– I w-w-wanted to g-give you something–” He pulled the letter he had worked so hard on out from his pocket, only to realize that he had crumpled his neat handwriting. A moment of panic flickered in his eyes and he automatically tried to smooth out the creases but _____ was already inquiring the contents of the letter.

His hands shook, his shoulders jumped and the inspector was about ready to bolt it out of there when the (h/c) touched his hand, gently prying the letter from his hands. God gracious that smile was going to be the death of him.

“Is this for me?”


Link disappeared faster than you can say bless you

Kanda would drag them off to a secluded place, pinning them to the wall all while glaring and scowling down at them. He would stare at them for a couple of minutes - just staring at them in silence all while _____ tried to read him through his eyes.

“Tch,” the swordsman looked away from them, his eyes narrowing at his own incompetence all while his cheeks dusted itself with a light pink. “I really can’t stand you,”

“Hah?? Wha–”

“You’re annoying as hell,” the male stated bluntly, his face still contorted into a pained expression.


“Hear me out will you? Kanda glared, his cheeks lightly puffed out as his lips formed a tiny, barely even noticeable pout. When he was sure that they would remain quiet, he sighed; resting his head on their shoulder all while keeping a hand on the wall to support him.

“Whenever I see you, I get this weak feeling in my guts and this weird pain in my chest. You bother me in my sleep, smiling that idiotic smile of yours and laughing with idiots like beansprout and usagi– its all so annoying–”

“I asked Lenalee about it… and I guess what I have to say is that I… actually…. like you…. maybe….”

Lenalee would actually confess to her brother first before she would even think to confess to ______; afterall, they didn’t need a Komlin incident if she so happened to confess in front of him. Her older brother was somewhat reluctant but seeing as Lenalee was growing he - with all the weight of the world on his tongue - agreed that he wouldn’t bother her on the day she planned to confess.

Soon after, she would ask for Reever’s help and advice on how to confess and keeping her brother busy; the entire Science division tried to help but she ultimately refused because they involved some kind of truth serum or something or another.

Lenalee’s way of confession would be to take them somewhere private and inquire of their feelings for her; It was at that moment that she would confess as well, fiddling with her hands in anxiety as she waited for a response.

On that day, you can hear the faint screaming of a certain Science division leader

anonymous asked:

have you only finished one character design for the book club? (sorry im kinda new to your blog >.<) she looks amazing *o*

So far I have 3 c: This isn’t the final product though. this is just to give myself an idea of how they would look like. I want to really define their body types but I’m having a hard time. From left to right: Barbara/Babs (petite), Karin (Athletic), Anita(slender). Karin has a grumpy twin brother :D

Thank you so much for asking! Nothing cheers me up more than getting questions about my OCs hehe

This is the most unique one I've seen, please yes.
  • 1) Put your iTunes on shuffle. Give me the first 6 songs that pop up.
  • 2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?
  • 3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.
  • 4) What do you think about most?
  • 5) Ever had a poem or song written about you?
  • 6) Do you have any strange phobias?
  • 7) What’s your religion?
  • 8) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?
  • 9) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?
  • 10) What was the last lie you told?
  • 11) Do you believe in karma?
  • 12) What does your URL mean?
  • 13) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?
  • 14) Who is your celebrity crush?
  • 15) How do you vent your anger?
  • 16) Do you have a collection of anything?
  • 17) Are you happy with the person you’ve become?
  • 18) What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?
  • 19) What’s your biggest “what if”?
  • 20) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?
  • 21) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.
  • 22) Smell the air. What do you smell?
  • 23) What’s the worst place you have ever been to?
  • 24) Most attractive singer/s of your opposite gender?
  • 25) To you, what is the meaning of life?
  • 26) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?
  • 27) What was the last movie you saw?
  • 28) What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?
  • 29) Do you have any obsessions right now?
  • 30) Ever had a rumor spread about you?
  • 31) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?
  • 32) What is your astrological sign?
  • 33) What’s the last thing you purchased?
  • 34) Love or lust?
  • 35) In a relationship?
  • 36) How many relationships have you had?
  • 37) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?
  • 38) Where is your best friend?
  • 39) What were you doing last night at 12 AM?
  • 40) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?
  • 41) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?
  • 42) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?
  • 43) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?
  • 44) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?
  • 45) How can I win your heart?
  • 46) Can insanity bring on more creativity?
  • 47) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?
  • 48) What would you want to be written on your tombstone?
  • 49) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word “heart.”
  • 50) Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors?
  • 51) What is your current desktop picture?
  • 52) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?
  • 53) What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?
  • 54) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?
  • 55) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?
  • 56) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?
  • 57) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?
  • 58) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?
  • 59) Ever been on a plane?
  • 60) Give me your top 5 hottest celebrities.
  • Please do it!
A Little Business Party

I didn’t think I’d be able to put anything out for the Silver Fox Saturday marriage equality celebration, but I was wrong…


Lestrade looked out of the bedroom window to the nicely groomed garden at the rear of his and Mycroft’s townhouse and shook his head.  Mycroft’s party, all business and no pleasure, was starting soon and Sherlock was not the person to stick in the center of it.

      “Mycroft, just to warn you, Sherlock and John are here.”

Mycroft strolled towards the window and wrapped his arms around Lestrade’s waist, peeking over the DI’s shoulder towards the ground below.

      “Yes, Sherlock informed me they would be attending.”

      “Why?  Why on Earth would your brother (a) come to visit you, (b) come to a party and © come to a party and visit you?”

      “From what I understand, John has been remarking that they do not ‘do anything,’ and Sherlock views this as an efficient and cost-effective method of halting John’s haranguing.”

      “Lovely, fill up with free food and booze and antagonize every one of your colleagues in the process.  What possessed you to agree?”

      “The fact that refusal would not prevent his attendance, but would make him far more difficult to manage while he was here.”

      “Saying yes was a damage control technique.”

      “The very thing.”

      “Ok, makes sense.  And this will give me someone to talk to while you’re speaking Hittite or something with the other muckity-mucks and planning the next economic meltdown of some evil bastard of a country.”

      “Perish the thought.  My Hittite is woefully rusty.”

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Curvy Girl Essentials: AA Riding Pants

So if you’ve paged through this blog at all, you’ve probably realized that I’m cheap. Like, really cheap. Most of my clothes are thrifted. It PAINS me to spend more than $20 on a single garment. Hell, it pains me to spend more than $10. 

Keep all of this in mind as I tell you the following, because it should hopefully lend a little credibility to my opinion. Warning: I’m telling you to buy something at real-people prices. 

If you’re an hourglass, like me, you probably have a LOT of trouble finding pants. I hardly ever wear pants because I probably only have 4 or 5 pairs that I feel fit me really well, and I’m at the point in my life where I don’t feel the need to wear anything that doesn’t fit me less than spectacularly. 

Because of this pants problem, I’m obsessed with American Apparel Riding pants.

I’ve had two pairs thus far—one used pair from eBay (that I eventually lost), and one new pair that I just bought to replace the old ones, which I was missing dearly. 

I’m not gonna lie—these little shits are expensive. They’ll run you ~$75/ pair, depending on where you get them. But they’re magic. Here’s why:

A) They solve the butt:waist ratio problem. 

If you’re an hourglass, this is the bane of your existence. Find a great pair of pants that fits over your substantial ass? Have fun with the giant gape around your waist/lower back. Find a pair that’s your real waist size? Have fun getting it over your upper thighs/butt.

You know what’s so wonderful about these? STRETCH. ALL THE STRETCH, WITHOUT ANY WEIRD BAGGINESS (see pic above of me with my foot on the bathroom counter to demonstrate—I could easily put my leg behind my head in these pants, if I were the sort of person that does such things). The waistband is wide and tight and sits on my natural waist without making me feel as if my organs are being slowly crushed. The long zipper makes getting these up over my thighs and booty a breeze. Painless. You can’t say that about a lot of pants when it comes to hourglass or pear-shaped figures. 

B) They’re thick enough to hold in your jelly.

Leggings are wonderful and all, but whenever I wear them, I always feel like every bounce of my butt is magnified and broadcast to the world. While that may be fun for some of the men walking behind me, it makes me paranoid and self-conscious. 

Not so with these pants, friends. They’re made out of that wonderful thick, ribbed material that the stirrup pants you wore as a kid in the 90s were made of. I could do jumping jacks or run stairs in these and my butt would still look tight and fairly firm—minimal jiggle. They give the illusion that I invest far more time in squats than I actually do. 

C) They can be dressed up or down. 

It’s such a cliche fashion writing thing to say, but they really can. Moody pic of me with the grey scarf? Riding pants for work, looking sleek and mostly profesh. All black outfit with my old platinum hair? Riding pants for a dirty college twerkfest. Pic with the red scarf? Riding pants for casual errands/lounging around. They’re so comfy, and they wear like ponte pants or leggings, but better-fitting, more interestingly-made (the knee patches!) with better fabric, and more forgiving. 

D) They make your ass look amazing. 

I wasn’t kidding. They make me look a little too juicy for a work outfit that doesn’t involve something that at least partially covers my rear, but you ladies with slightly less prominent butts and/or slightly more confidence could get away with them in a professional environment. And, of course, in your casual day-to-day or going-out life, juicy butts are always appreciated. These pants will make your butt look like a round, luscious, wonderful peach, without riding up your ass all day or making you afraid to bend over. 

This has been a PSA. Thank me later. 

Deets: I’m 5'9", usually anywhere between a size 6-8-10, and I wear a size medium in the AA Riding Pants. 

Pants are American Apparel. Everything else is thrifted but the lace-back boots (gift from a pal) and the lace-up boots (my trust Timberland Bethel Buckle boots). 


Gladio usually stayed inside when the moon was full. It was safer, spending the evening wearing himself out playing with Iris (and Noctis when the prince had the time to drop by without alerting Ignis which wasn’t often anymore). This time, however, he couldn’t. There was a small charity gala his father was hosting with the aid of careful timing and a little potion His Majesty had discovered that would delay the change so he and his sister were on their own for the night. Iris had decided to spend her time at a nearby public garden. Gladio had set up shop at a campground not far away, more than content to run around the seldom-traveled paths deeper in the forest.

Apparently he wasn’t the only one.

“Aww c’mon!  Don’t be like that, sugar.  I just wanna give you a hand.  Sweet thang like you shouldn’t be out here all by yourself at night, y’know.”  Gladio was off like a shot, hopping over the underbrush.  As a wolf he ran on instinct more than anything else and he was not going to let some creep prey on a lonely person so far away from civilization.

Even if he looked more like a particularly fluffy pomeranian than anything else at the moment.  He skidded into the clearing the voice had come from, placing himself between the three thugs and whoever they were targeting to growl at the interlopers.

After a moment of stunned silence the three began to laugh.  “Wh-what is this? Is th-this your puppy, sweetheart?” the ringleader asked, struggling to catch his breath.


13/100 Days of Productivity

Earlier in the day, I picked raspberries from the garden, did some weeding, and studied psychology! In the afternoon I went on a really long hike with my friends and went swimming!

On an important note: I know the studyblr community praises hard work, which is a good thing, but sometimes it goes too far in telling people they should constantly study. Please, give yourself a break! Burnout is the worst. Getting enough sleep helps your brain think and is more beneficial than pushing yourself to stay up super late!

The only reason I’m studying this summer is b/c I’m preparing for university (Math and Physics are my weakest subjects so I’m making sure I have a good background in those) and b/c Biology and Psychology are super interesting to me! If you’re still in high school I would mostly recommend reviewing last year’s notes a few weeks before school starts. There’s so much to do in the summer, so make time to relax, hang out with friends, and study when it’s in your best interest! Take a break b/c you deserve it and be kind to yourself!