child scale

Ninjago confusion:
  • Lloyd: I just don't know...why am I the leader?
  • Jay: Hey yeah, why ARE you leader again?
  • Wu: Because he is the green ninja, and destined to lead you all.
  • Kai: Really? That's kind of weak, and I'm not just saying that because of my Red Ranger complex.
  • Cole: Honestly we've all taken the role of leader and saved the day time and time again, maybe we don't really HAVE a leader?
  • Jay: Also we were all his teachers once, now he's in charge? That's weird.
  • Wu: It is his destin-
  • Nya: Shut the fuck up old man, we're still mad at you for fighting Acronix alone!
  • Jay: Seriously, you're old and barely have powers, we're young and have SEVERAL powers...not...nearly as much as in season 1 for some reason, but its something!
  • Nya: And while we're questioning things, why can't I be Samurai X AND the water elemental? Hell, why do I have to be a ninja at all?
  • Wu: Uh, well you see-
  • Cole: And what idiotic strategy is fighting alone? There's literally over a DOZEN elemental masters in action, and you didn't call any of them, including us?
  • Skylor: Do I still have my powers or don't I? ITS CONFUSING!
  • Kai: Are we still a thing? Why haven't we pursued that?
  • Jay: What happened to my parents?
  • Kai: What happened to MY parents?
  • Moro: Why can't I come back as a ghost?
  • Garmadon: Why can't I come back period?
  • Misako: Why do the writers insist on acting like I'm in love with Wu, when it looks more like I'm his nursemaid?
  • Lloyd: How could I have even been born 10 years ago when logically my mom is just as old as you and couldn't logically bare a child?
  • Scales: Where the hell have I been?
  • Pythor: Why do I still think I can take over the world despite sucking so much?
  • Zane: If elemental powers are passed through bloodlines, how am I(a nindroid) an elemental?
  • Echo Zane: Does Zane still know I exist? Am I an elemental?
  • Pixal: Why can't Borg industries make me a new fucking body?
  • Borg: Why can't I make myself cybernetic legs like that chick in Arrow everybody hates for no good reason?
  • Master Chen: How is it I'm the most despicable and cunning villain so far, yet somehow look hilarious and stupid? Also vaguely racist.
  • Nadakhan: Hello?! THREE WISHES! SOMEBODY SAVE ME!
  • Kai: And those are just SOME of the many questions we have.
  • Wu: All good questions that I will *ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ*
  • Kai: Friggin dammit, not again.

herladyshipxx  asked:

How hot thing for Azriel, please and thank you!

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY | Kindred Souls

My relationship with Azriel: COMPLICATED

I love his personality and everything. Heck I relate to Azriel second out of all the characters in the ACOTAR series (Elain being the first). But I don’t know…I feel as though his personality gets overshadowed with Moriel and Elriel concepts. I love Az for who HE is. But I loathe how tangled his love life is and how it’s become a major part of his character because it seems he’s either:

A. Too blind to see that Mor does not love him
B. Now that Mor isn’t going to be a love interest it just so happens that Elain is conveniently here…

I just know I will be pissed if Azriel ends up with Elain just for plot. They would make a great couple, but I would want them to be together because they LOVE each other. Not because Azriel and Mor didn’t end up together.

Hopefully that all changes in the following books and we can focus more on Azriel and who he is. (CAUSE I ADORE THIS BAT SO MUCH.)

P.S. Sorry for the mini-rant, but I honestly do love Azriel which is why I take it so personally!

Everything Can Change

Summary: Reader finds out that she’s pregnant and tells Dean.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: The ending may be sad.

Word Count: 806

A/N: There is a very big chance that this may be part of a series. Tell me what you think. Thanks for reading 


Originally posted by frozen-delight

March, 10, 2017 

You never thought about the supernatural beings. It’s not that you never believed in them, it’s just you didn’t pay attention to it. And you never thought that you were going to be tied into the supernatural world. Yet here you are, reading some information about a creature, married to one of the best hunters with the possibility of being pregnant with his child. Well, the scale was weighing more towards yes, than no.

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“No matter how far I wander, I promise I will always come home!” 

I did a full Jake Photoshoot with @error707-memenotfound


I fucking loved this photoshoot so much. I got to run around like a jungle child and scale things in the middle of the forest for a few hours. I have so many photos - here is just a handful! 

Magic in the air

AN: The reader is a warlock training under Magnus Bane and, one day Magnus’ boyfriend brings in a broken Shadowhunter and begs you to heal him.
Characters: Alec Lightwood, Jace Wayland
Pairings: Jace x reader, Magnus x Alec
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Prompt: “Can you do a Jace x reader where y/n is a warlock who saves his life and they fall in love?”

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You hummed a senseless tune to yourself as you scanned Magnus Bane’s bookshelf, running your fingers over the rough spines. You were looking for something, a book that you’d spied earlier in the day during one of your many lessons.

“Got ya.” You called triumphantly, pulling the navy blue book into your hands with a flick of your wrist, “Demon marks: A history and amalgamation.”

You blew gently on the cover, levitating the book at eye level and watching the pages flick by, searching for anything that might explain your own, unique marking; a black tattoo, just to the side of your left eye.

Magnus had always maintained that it was normal, every warlock had some abnormality, but you’d never seen any others sporting anything even vaguely similar to yours and you couldn’t help but worry.
Usually you would talk to Magnus about your concerns, but your mentor had left for a few days, stating only that he had ‘something important to take care of’ and warning you to be on your guard, Valentine was still out there. Just the thought made your blood run cold. You’d been growing still, when Valentine’s circle had first gained power, so your powers hadn’t developed even nearly enough to be of any use, you were a sitting duck. It was Magnus who had taken you in, training you in how to control your powers, how to use them to protect yourself and the world around you, as well as destroy your enemies.

The rain echoed on the lair’s roof and lightning crackled through the night air, making you shiver and hoping your mentor was safe, wherever he was.

“Magnus!” Someone called, slamming against the front door, “Magnus open up!”

You jumped, a scream slipping from your lips as your heart leapt into your throat. The voice was deep and desperate and not exactly what you’d call ‘friendly’. What if it was Valentine? What if he’d found you?

“Magnus,” the voice called again, breaking with what sounded to you like pain, “please.”

Suddenly, something clicked, you knew that voice!

“Alec?” you asked, opening the door with a figure of eight wave.

The dark haired Shadowhunter ran in, a blonde body cradled in his rune covered arms.

“Y/N, where’s-where’s Magnus?” he asked, breathless from running, “Where is he!?”

“He’s not here!” you replied frantically, “He went out on business!”

Alec cursed and you took a moment to inspect the boy in Alec’s arms. You gasped, his abdomen had been torn open and, although you could see several hastily drawn iratzes, they weren’t even nearly enough to contend with the amount of damage that had been done.

“What happened?” You asked Alec.

“We were called to take out a pack of ravener demons, but when we arrived, it was Marax who was waiting for us.” Alec explained, “Y/N, please heal him.”

Your eyes widened, “I-I’m not sure if I-“

“Please!” Alec insisted, “Please, just try.”

You looked at the ravaged boy and then into Alec’s pleading eyes, took a deep breath and nodded once.

“Lay him on the ground.” You commanded, rolling your sleeves up past your elbows and kneeling before the boy, “Do you know where Magnus keeps his tools?” Alec nodded, “Fetch me five Cardelia leaves, two navy candles, a hydra scale, a mortar and pestle, his ceremonial knife and three sticks of incense.” Alec looked at you, confused, “They have labels on them!” you snapped, “Go Alec, your friend is dying!”

The boy nodded and ran, while he fetched what you needed, you inspected the blonde before you. Your heart pounded in your chest like a jack hammer. You didn’t even know where to start! He’d lost so much blood, the skin on his stomach was torn and ragged, red muscle visible to the naked eye. It was too much, you couldn’t do it! You couldn’t, you couldn’t, you-

The boy gasped, his eyes fluttering open as his body contorted with pain. You squealed, fumbling back.

“Who’re-“ he started, stopping to cry out.

“Shh,” you said, trying to regain your composure, “don’t waste your strength.” You awkwardly patted his forehead in what was supposed to be a gesture of comfort, “I’m Y/N, I’m going to help you.”

The blonde nodded, tears slipping from his multi coloured eyes as he trusted his life to the oddly dressed girl with the confusing tattoo.

“I’m-“ he forced out, agony erupting from every part of his body, “Jace.”

“Shh.” You insisted, “You’re going to be okay Jace. I can do this.”

———————

Alec lit the incense and the candles as you crushed the Cardelia leaves and scale together.

“Magnus doesn’t use this stuff.” Alec observed, far calmer at the prospect of having something to do.

You snorted, “Magnus wasn’t healing a wound from a greater demon, was he?”

Alec looked down sheepishly, “I guess not.”

“Almost done,” you muttered to yourself, lining up the knife’s blade with your palm, “just one more ingredient.”

“Woah, woah, woah!” Alec called, seeing the knife, “What’re you doing?”

Ignoring him, you gripped the blade with your left hand, letting the metal slice through your skin and biting down on your tongue to avoid crying out. Slowly, you let your blood drip into the pasty mixture of leaf and scale.

“Child of Lilith’s blood,” you explained, your voice shaking, “it-uh-it has healing properties sometimes.”

“Sometimes?”

“It depends which demon fathered you.” You admitted, “Mine has healing properties, Magnus’ doesn’t.”

You stirred the potion together one last time, silently praying that you were doing the right thing. The final product was a green coloured liquid which you asked Alec to pour down Jace’s throat. You sipped some yourself, drawing on the energy of the incense and the universe around you to power your spell.

Rolling your wrists, you summoned, from deep within yourself, the magic that fuelled your existence. It sparked to life in the form of flickering gold smoke that you allowed to swirl around your hands.

“With fire and light, the spell has begun.” You heard yourself rasp in a voice very different to your own.

Without hesitation, you pressed your hands to Jace’s decimated torso, wincing as the magic drew upon your life force to give it power. The pain started as just a dull burn, but slowly increased to a raging inferno of agony which ripped screams from your throat the longer you held it. Tine ceased to exist. All that mattered was the task, and the awful pain that it brought with it. You were dying, you could feel it. You had exhausted the potion’s power, as well as that of the candles and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on.

Alec, sensing something was wrong, reached his hand to you, trust lighting up his deep blue eyes.

“Take my strength!” He shouted over the sound of the wind and the rain and the spell, “Take it!”

You hesitated, not wanting to cause any damage to your mentor’s lover, but gave in, knowing you couldn’t do this alone. Your blood-soaked hand gripped Alec’s tightly and you couldn’t help but sigh with relief as new strength flooded into your veins. You pushed as much as you could into your spell, hoping against hope that it was enough.

When you looked down, you shrieked with surprise. It was working! Jace’s wounds were almost closed. You looked to Alec, trying to pass on the good news with your eyes. It was going to be enough, Jace would live.

Soon after, you finally let the magic go, collapsing onto the wooden floor, sputtering and gasping for air, but relieved.

At the same time, Jace Wayland sat up, gasping as though he hadn’t breathed for days and looking around the apartment, confused.

“Jace!” Alec laughed, pulling the boy into a hug, “Welcome back buddy.”

“Thanks,” Jace replied nervously, “what uh-how am I back?”

Alec gestured to you as you forced yourself into a seated position, breathing as though you’d just run five marathons and feeling about as tired.

You gave the boy a weak smile, “Y/N Y/L/N, we met earlier.”

Jace nodded, his eyes clinging to yours, “I think I remember that.” He smiled genuinely at you, “Thank you Y/N Y/L/N, really, I know you didn’t have to do that.”

“That? Pssht,” you joked, “that was nothing, just a regular Wednesday night here at the Magnus Bane household.”

Jace laughed and you found that you liked the sound quite a bit.

“Alec, hun, can you please fetch me some more ingredients? I think your friend might need another dose, just to be safe.” You asked the boy, internally screaming at the idea of having to exert more energy on magic but nevertheless dedicated to seeing this through.

“No no no,” Jace insisted, scooting over to where you were still struggling to sit up, “You just saved my life and, by the looks of it, nearly killed yourself doing it. Let us look after you, please?”

You looked into Jace’s sincere and intriguing eyes, weighing up the options in your head. What would Magnus do?

——————–

And that’s how you ended up wrapped in a thick blanket, with a mug of hot chocolate in one hand and a piece of pizza in the other, snuggled up between Alec and Jace, insisting that you were fine and being continuously shushed.

“Shadowhunters are pushy.” You complained, pouting into your hot chocolate.

“Only when we meet stubborn, self-destructive warlocks.” Jace countered

Your mouth dropped open in protest, “I am not self-destructive! I’m just…helpful, that’s all.”

“Uh huh,” Jace agreed sarcastically, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, “sure sweetie, whatever you say.”

You giggled, relaxing into his embrace. You liked the boy, he seemed…well, not nice exactly, but caring and genuine and fiercely loyal to his parabatai Alec. You respected that, it was how you felt about Magnus.

“Seriously though,” Jace asked, turning to look you in the eye, “why don’t you want us taking care of you?”

You shrugged, uncomfortable with all the attention and the obvious affection he was showing you.

“When you’re a warlock, people don’t really look after you.” You tried to explain, “I mean, we’re freaks, half-breeds; we’re the universe’s big mistake. Shadowhunters don’t trust us, demons hate us, humans don’t think we exist, seelies are…seelies, and vampires aren’t known for their inclusive nature.” You shrugged again, “People use us for our magic, but other than that, we’re on our own.” You looked at the boy, “You know it’s true. Look me in the eye and tell me that, if I had bat wings or purple skin, you would still be here looking after me.” You looked forward again, breaking the connection, “I’m just lucky enough to look mostly human.”

Jace and Alec locked eyes, red hot shame seeping into their bones. You were right, they both realised; they had been treating you like a human because somehow they’d convinced themselves you were one. Or at least, that you were more human than other warlocks they’d met.

“I’m really sorry Y/N.” Jace said honestly.

“For what?” you asked sadly.

“Society I guess,” he started, “and I’m sorry that I never even bothered to think about that, about how we treat your people, before now.”

You smiled, “It’s okay, you’re thinking about it now.”

Jace looked down at you, smiling to himself with the certainty that he’d started something he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop. You were going to change him, he could just feel it.

Okay so I came up with a Rumbelle Prompt that featured Fiona and Malcolm which surprised me, but the concept of it… Actually has me interested.

I’ll try to sum it up short and to the point-basically Malcolm and Fiona are royalty, they marry really young and are the epitome of a true love couple. They have had their first child-a boy named Peter, but in the middle of the night Fiona hears a child crying that isn’t theirs. Investigating she finds in the castle’s garden the sound is coming from there-more specifically the odd rose bush that Malcolm had presented to her in their youth that won her over (basically nothing grew in that specific spot for years until he managed to plant the roses-but over time the roses turned a goldish odd mottled color to which they had no idea why).

What Fiona and Malcolm finds in a strange barren spot in the bush… Is indeed a child, but not an ordinary child. Unsure if the scaled clawed thing is fae, or a changeling, or something else they take it back inside, and seeing how it stopped its wailing in Fiona’s arms they decide to keep the child as their own… Much to the disdain of the Blue Fairy who warns them the child is full of darkness.

Now many years later-forty to be precise, King Malcolm and Queen Fiona are worried over the fact that their adopted child Rumplestiltskin-now an impish magic wielding man has yet to fall in love or start a family unlike their other child Peter.

That is until an important meeting with Lord Maurice of the Marshlands brings about an interesting meeting of another… Between the lord’s daughter Belle and Rumplestiltskin in the very same garden she and Malcolm fell in love together.

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I lack a lil scale child (I have a beta but he’s too zoomy to take pictures of) so here’s 5 pictures of my cat Kiki and my friends fur blob Fiora :)

I hope your day gets better!

–kiTTIES I love all the kitties I’m being sent today, thank you 💕