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Wild UPDATE appeared! Demona used UPLOAD! It’s super effective!

No, but seriously, I apologize for the long wait. Let’s hope this motivation I have now stays longer :D

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anonymous asked:

Hii! Can you do a fic in the future where jughead already published his first novel and he has like some sort of conference or sth where he gets asked questions and all and somebody asks about the girls next door and he talks so sweetly about her and like Betty is in there too and all. Idk if you get it but English isn't my first language. Oh and I love your writing btw you are really talented

*insert here Titanic’s “It’s been 84 years” gif* Yes, it’s a prompt!! I finally uploaded one! Easter holidays are totally messing my writing scedule and I’m so terribly sorry for that. But I’m back in the game and I promise I’ll be my usual bughead obsessed self from now on! So, I’ve finished this just before the episode aired yesterday (I was just so tired to go over it and post it after the episode ended, I’m sorry) and I’m very pleased a lot of things that I wrote became canon. I had so much fun writing this because I’m a sucker for future fics and because that’s pure fluff and a huge, much needed dose of happiness to Jughead’s life! Also I changed the request a little, I wrote this as a TV interview just to make it more grande for Juggie, I hope you don’t mind, nonnie! Thank you for requesting and for your lovely words!!! <3 Hope you all enjoy (and maybe this will make you hate me less for my tardiness) !! <3


#GirlNextDoor

Betty could literally feel herself bouncing on her heels with nervous excitement, the velvet material of her blush colored pumps getting scratchy as they rubbed up against each other but, truly, right now, she didn’t give a damn about her potentially ruined shoes. She could only focus on the red digital numbers changing sequentially over the silver doors of the semi-packed elevator she was in, biting her lip nervously and counting mentally in her mind as if that way, somehow, the numbers would run faster and the silver cage would miraculously arrive on her floor in a nanosecond.

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Pixar’s Coco trailer

Despite his family’s baffling generations-old ban on music, Miguel (voice of newcomer Anthony Gonzalez) dreams of becoming an accomplished musician like his idol, Ernesto de la Cruz (voice of Benjamin Bratt). Desperate to prove his talent, Miguel finds himself in the stunning and colorful Land of the Dead following a mysterious chain of events. Along the way, he meets charming trickster Hector (voice of Gael García Bernal), and together, they set off on an extraordinary journey to unlock the real story behind Miguel’s family history. 

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'et ignis noster iterum fiet.' - a haikyuu ghibli zine fic. iwaoi.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Iwaizumi Hajime / Oikawa Tooru.

Words: 3,601

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

There was supposed to be a Haikyuu Ghibli zine at some point, but there were difficulties and so I decided to post my work here. I collaborated with the absolutely lovely Hachi and together we worked out a story that is influenced a little bit by all the Ghibli movies but mostly by Tales from Earthsea. 

Summary:

The shadow isn’t a shadow anymore when Hajime is up on his feet tearing apart the chains. His mysterious saviour has lost the coat and stands with magic embracing them in sky blue and ocean green, and no, it can’t be, Hajime knows the colours of those destruction spells by heart, this is absolutely impossible -

“Better late than never, isn’t it, Hajime?”

Roman AU has arrived!!!! Many thanks to everyone who encouraged me as I struggled to find the way to put it into words. Even more thanks to the amazing @tel-abelas-mofo, without whom this piece would be a grammatical mess and be sorely lacking in some areas. Check her out, if you haven’t already!!!

The Threads that Break Us - Read on Ao3

Tevinter is an empire with sights set on all of Thedas as a prize. Orlais, The Marches, and Nevarra are all under Tevene rule.
Tevinter had set its sights on the city of Arlathan, the last remnant of the crumbling Elvhen empire. Its crystal spires stood tall and proud, a constant mockery and reminder of what the Imperium could not have. They are ‘allies’, as much as anyone can be allies with Tevinter- hidden meanings, sharp tongues, quick wits and political maneuvering to keep themselves apart, both rife with betrayal and greed.
Prophecies speak of a wolf, woken to walk among The People again - but destined to be their downfall if he does not overcome his Pride. And now, a man, once a relic of Tevinter’s glorious conquest of Andraste and her armies, is said to have returned, bringing death and destruction in his wake.
Gladiators, magic, slaves, scholars, nobility, battles of mind and body, inflamed passions, forbidden love, politics and subterfuge and the price of power.
And a vigilante who the whispers in the streets name the “Herald of Andraste”, bent on taking down the Empire one notch at a time.

Chapter One: Prophecy

She walks, hands bound and chin held high despite the sea of sneering faces and cruel words. She barely manages not to flinch as a stone is cast so near that it grazes her ear, a burning pain erupting where it tears the skin. She will not let them see her fear, these heathens, more monsters than men. She closes her eyes, tries not to focus on the feel of the spear in the small of her back, keeping her moving through the hostile throng of beasts who froth at the mouth and long to see her blood stain the dirt beneath their boots. She failed, the screams of the remnants of her armies reaching her ears above the din as they are slaughtered where they stand… where they continue to fight. She tried. Oh, she had tried.


She wonders at the fate of her people - the slaves she freed - the slaves she sent scattered to the winds when she heard tell of the legions bearing down upon them. She knows what will happen - though she dares to hope that they find their freedom, that all they have fought for and gained has not been for naught. A wretched cry tears itself from her throat as she falls, white-hot pain blossoming across her temple. They all cheer as she hits the earth, gasping raggedly when she feels her shoulder crunch upon impact. She is distantly aware of the blood trailing down her face, and through dim vision she sees a stone stained red from where it struck.


She is not afraid.


The one who holds the spear hauls her to her feet, cruel hands finding purchase in her hair. She cannot hold back the hiss it provokes, prompting a satisfied laugh from the assailant. He releases her when her feet find hold of the earth, shoving her through the parting masses, the revealed path’s end at a stake upon a pyre, already heavily burdened with pitch and kindling. She swallows, raises her chin, feeling a drop of blood roll off of her cheek and onto the hardened leather adorning her chest. She does not flinch as they spit upon her, does not look, does not think - her gaze fixed only upon the fate that awaits - steps drawing her ever closer.


Dirt gives way to creaking wood, shackles replaced with biting rope as she is thrust against the unforgiving beam, forced to face the horde that slew her armies. She lets her gaze travel over them, harsh and proud, holding her head high. Her eyes fall upon an elf on his knees, head bowed low and arms bound behind him. She feels her heart stutter, and her lips part on a silent plea, begging it to not be so. He lifts his head, eyes of striking blue meeting hers, set into a face she knows all too well. They widen, and he jerks against his restraints, pain writ clear upon his features.


“No!” He bellows, and is stricken across the face in response, sending him tumbling sideways into the dirt. He snarls and makes to move against the one who struck him, but he sees the subtle shake of her head, the sadness in her eyes, and he relents. Her heart aches to see him - though she knows that he would have never gotten away. He is too important to them, just as she is. His sword lies broken before him, work forged by loving hands undone. She cannot tear her gaze away.


“What a delight to have such an esteemed guest!” A voice booms above the crowd, jeers and angry voices silenced immediately at the sound. A man steps from the throng, handsome face betrayed by the cruelty in his gaze and manner. She lets her eyes fall upon him, narrowing at the mantle of imperator settled on his shoulders. He steps forward with a smirk, reaching for the golden sunburst that hangs from a chain around her neck.


“The mysterious Lady of Flame,” he growls, tearing the chain from her body with a snap of his wrist. “One wonders why you do not call fire upon us now?” His smirk turns feral, and he leans close enough that she can smell his foul breath. “Perhaps your power has abandoned you, just as your Maker.” She does not meet his gaze, instead turning back towards the elf in the dirt, watching her with anguish. She closes her eyes. The imperator clicks his tongue, taking her chin in his hand. “How different life could have been had you not spurned me all those years ago,” he says, face softening. “You could have been happy. Treasured.” He pauses, face contorted in confusion. “But you chose a life of hardship, and look where it has led. A failed rebellion, crushed beneath the heel you could have served.” She tears her chin from his grasp, her eyes filled with flame.


“I preferred poverty to the chains you offered,” she spits, finding her mark on his cheek. He chuckles, wiping the spittle from his face and tossing the sunburst into the dust. She squeezes her eyes shut, wills the screams to stop.


“Do you have any last words, Lady?”


Her eyes snap open, and she fixes him with the full power of her gaze and all of the anger beneath. “This is not the end,” she whispers. “More will rise where I have fallen, and they will finish what I started. You will burn, Corypheus, you and your precious Empire.”


“Perhaps,” he smirks. “But you will burn first.” He gestures to someone behind her. “Now, let us see if the Mistress of Fire can indeed control the flames!” he roars, met with the answering din of the crowd.


She hears the torch clatter against the wood of the pyre and she feels the heat that erupts upon contact. She meets the elf’s eyes one last time. Her elf.


“Andraste!” he screams.


Shartan. The breath to form his name is stolen as she is consumed.

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anonymous asked:

hi! i don't follow you, but i just needed to ask you a question about SebaCiel. as an autistic fandom member i am confused on why it's so popular and none of the answers i get seem to help ^^;

Hello there anon~

As far as ship popularity goes, I cannot speak for everyone. I can, however, explain why I ship Sebaciel. 

It is very simple, really. The connection the two have between each other, their dynamics, it has completely drawn me in.

The more I read the manga, the more I fell in love with the concept of a weak, broken and angelically beautiful being chaining down a dark, mysterious devil that would do any and everything for him. And no, I am not talking about the contract, the whole ‘I’ll save your life to preserve my meal’ thing.

I mean the emotions. The fury in Sebastian’s eyes when Ciel’s well-being is threatened, when Ciel says something he finds amusing, when Ciel proves he is way more evil than his all powerful demon butler. Sebastian has stated over and over again that he does not have “human emotions” yet when it comes to Ciel, they are clearly displayed across his face and through his body language. The two of them share a very sacred bond, where Ciel has entrusted almost all of himself to Sebastian, everything except for the display/vocalization of his true feelings at certain times.

The irony between the two is almost as suffocating as it is intriguing. A weak, small child, at the helms of death, being saved, getting his life extended by none other than.. a demon. A menacing devil, come to save the day, only to be practically worshiping the ground this young human walks on.

It is very interesting to think deeper into what happens behind closed doors between them in the Phantomhive manor with all of this irony, is it not? Conversations, games, exchange of power, etc.

There isn’t any black or white reason as to why I ship them, why I believe they are so shippable. But I will say this; it has nothing to do with any new age romanticized bonding. Not the “They look good together” or even “they look like they love each other.”

Because they don’t. 

Love each other, that is.

There is an emotion that is deeper than love there, something sinister that has its claws wrapped around everyone that supports the Sebaciel ship. I drown in their relationship because I have dared to dig deeper, to penetrate the thin surface of the facade they both put on for everyone and I have discovered something.

They need each other. 

Think of it this way. There is a difference between saying “I love (want) you” and “I cannot possibly exist without you.”

You can love someone all you want from a distance and not have two thoughts about them.

But what if the other is the very air you breathe?

In order to be the lovable characters that everyone adores, be exactly who they are at this point in time (Sebastian admitting this is exactly what he enjoys doing [being Ciel’s butler]), the other has to exist. For the other one, they both need to exist.

 And not only exist but exist together.

anonymous asked:

When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy~! Then, send to the last ten people in your notifications anonymously. You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity~! 🌼

❤; anonymous

i got this message twice, so i’m only going to answer it once. my answers never change, though. i’m a simple woman, and it doesn’t take a lot to make me happy.

  ➜ my muse. sanji just makes me really happy, okay? ; ~ ;
  ➜ my friends. all of them. i don’t care if we talk a lot or a little. you all make me feel like i
       belong.
  ➜ cooking. i’ve always loved it, i just don’t have the funds or time to do it as often as i’d like.
  ➜ animals. show me a cute animal and i’ll squeal about it for an hour.
  ➜ video games. especially fallout :P

An Exercise to Spark Storytelling

One thing that I absolutely love to do when I’m at a loss for ideas is to come up with new possibilities for stories. I don’t have to write the story in full if I am not in the mood, but coming up with several all at once will help spark new ideas and you’ll continue to keep generating new ideas until you have one that you’re confident in. 

Today, the method I’ll be sharing is actually based on @1000storyideas’s “Create a Random Story”. That is a great general generator, but I recommend personalizing it (like the one I’ve made). I’ve tried this a few dozen times and each time, I actually try to think out “what is the story here?” Usually I can figure it out and even come up with a few quick characters and the basic plot - enough so that if I wanted to write the story, I feel as though I could. If I don’t I write it down in a notebook and save it for another day. This is the randomizer that I made for myself - others can use it as an example, but I filled in the blanks with the kinds of characters and settings that I would write about. It can easily be changed and personalized, so feel free to play around! 

PICK A CHAIN OF 7 RANDOM NUMBERS. 

  1. MYSTERY 
  2. GOTHIC
  3. HIGH FANTASY 
  4. MAGIC REALISM 
  5. URBAN FANTASY 
  6. CONTEMPORARY 
  7. YOUNG ADULT 
  8. HISTORICAL FICTION 
  9. FAIRY TALE RETELLING 
  10. NEW ADULT
  1. A LIBRARIAN
  2. A BARISTA
  3. A JOURNALIST
  4. A SUPERNATURAL CREATURE
  5. A HOMEMAKER 
  6. A QUEEN-BEE
  7. A BAKER
  8. A STUDENT
  9. A FASHION EDITOR
  10. AN ANTIQUES DEALER 
  1. THE SHORE
  2. THE SUBURBS
  3. NEW YORK CITY
  4. A FOREIGN (OR FANTASTICAL) CITY
  5. THE CARIBBEAN 
  6. A SMALL TOWN
  7. YORKSHIRE
  8. A STATE PARK
  9. A FOREST 
  10. CHICAGO
  1. REVENGE
  2. AMBITION
  3. LOVE
  4. SACRIFICE
  5. SURVIVAL
  6. FEAR
  7. LOSS
  8. AN ENEMY
  9. CURIOSITY
  10. HOPE
  1. A SUPERNATURAL CREATURE
  2. THE GOVERNMENT
  3. SOCIETY
  4. FAMILY
  5. A HAUNTING PAST
  6. A SECRET KEPT 
  7. A PEER
  8. A NATURAL DISASTER
  9. A SECRET SOCEITY 
  10. A FRIEND
  1. A BEST FRIEND
  2. A PEER
  3. A CELEBRITY
  4. AN ENEMY
  5. A NEIGHBOR
  6. SOMEONE IN THE SAME SITUATION
  7. A CHILDHOOD CRUSH
  8. A GHOST
  9. A FRIEND OF A FRIEND
  10. AN AQUAINTENCE 
  1. A SECRET REVEALED
  2. A MYSTERIOUS GAP IN THE PROTAGONIST’S MEMORY
  3. A DEATH
  4. A PHONE CALL
  5. AN ANONYMOUS LETTER
  6. SOMETHING INHERITED 
  7. AN IMPORTANT MEETING
  8. A STRANGE GIFT
  9. SOMETHING FEARED SET IN MOTION
  10. WHAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN A HELL OF A PARTY

This is just an example of what I am using to create stories, catered more towards what I write. It was easy enough to fill out this chart and it works as a great tool to generate ideas for stories that you are interested in telling. Again, this format is based on a model from 1000storyideas’ “Create a Random Story”. I found that post to be so helpful and now I’m working on my own to build stories that I can hopefully turn into novels.

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Fake Movie Remakes (1/5) - Signs

1977 - Graham Hess (Michael Fassbender) is a man struggling to uphold his faith after the death of his wife Colleen (Alicia Vikander) and take care of his sister Meryl (Judy Greer) and children Morgan and Bo (Jacob Tremblay and Oona Laurence). But his life takes an unexpected turn when mysterious crop circles appear in his cornfield and what follows is a mysterious chain of events that lead Graham to face his own inner demons and that local officer Caroline Paski (Emily Blunt) seeks to unravel while also concealing her secret feelings for Graham. Also stars Bryan Cranston as the town sheriff Cunningham and Mary Elizabeth Winstead as Ruby Reddy, the woman responsible for Colleen’s death.

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Coco is yet ANOTHER Pixar ‘Buddy’ Movie

Okay, so that’s pretty reductive, but it’s not too far off the mark. Here’s the film’s official description:

Despite his family’s baffling generations-old ban on music, Miguel (voice of newcomer Anthony Gonzalez) dreams of becoming an accomplished musician like his idol, Ernesto de la Cruz (voice of Benjamin Bratt). Desperate to prove his talent, Miguel finds himself in the stunning and colorful Land of the Dead following a mysterious chain of events. Along the way, he meets charming trickster Hector (voice of Gael García Bernal), and together, they set off on an extraordinary journey to unlock the real story behind Miguel’s family history.

Out of the 18 films Pixar has made, Coco will be their 13th ‘Buddy’ movie. Honestly, I’m ready to see them try something different. Heaven knows they’re talented af.