creep teeth

a productive day but, still, the spectre of anxiety creeps in behind my teeth, sightless and aimless.
my fingers are stained with iodine from painting and my thumbs black with homemade ink.
my phone has either rung too many times or not enough but it was pleasant to take a drive through the night.
tomorrow i have things to do and, in between the doing of things, i may have lunch near the ocean.
i take better care of myself, these days.



Lawful Good: Mr. Nutt/ Brutha/ Susan Sto Helit/ Carrot/ Granny Weatherwax
Lawful Neutral: Ponder Stibbons/ The Librarian/ Rufus Drumknott/ *Death/ Lady Margolotta
Lawful Evil: Lord Hong/ The Queen/ Dee/ Mr. Slant
Neutral Good: Tiffany Aching/ Otto Chriek/ *Death
True Neutral: *Death/ Cohen the Barbarian/ The Bursar/ Sacharissa Cripslock/ *Fred Colon/ Havelock Vetinari
Neutral Evil: *Greebo/ *Teatime/ Alice Weatherwax/  *Fred Colon
Chaotic Good: Nac Mac Feegles/ Teppic/ Maurice/ *William de Worde/ Mustrum Ridcully
Chaotic Neutral: Nobby Nobbs/ Mort/ *Greebo
Chaotic Evil: *Teatime/ *Greebo

Late Nights [Jung Hoseok]

Warning: Contains smut. Do not read if you are underage.

A/N: I’m a shit and was meant to have written a Hoseok fic months ago for @just-let-me-be-your-lover . It’s my first one, please give me feedback on characterization and if you think I portrayed him right. Thank youuu. 

Life was Hoseok was good. It was hectic, you had to admit that, but overall, there was nothing you could complain about. Because his bright personality was such a ray of sunshine, even when things were wobbling off track, he made an effort to look after you. To fix it. To make sure everything was back ticking so smoothly it was as if there had never been an issue to start with.

And when he was unable to redirect the path of your misfortunes, he never let you dwell on it. Never let you feel the sadness of the mess up. Never let you hold onto things longer than you absolutely had to. He was the perfect compliment to the ball of nervous anxiety you’d been before you met him - before he’d stormed into your life with unrelenting optimism, settled himself in and never exiting. And for that, you loved him.

Except he had one bad habit. Arriving home late. But it was often that love that swelled through you as when you found him making his way next to you far too late for you to still be conscious, the digits of the alarm clock glowing the reality of the relationship you’d been fostering for the better part of three years. Because he worked. He worked often, he worked hard, and he worked late - the time you wanted to spend with him was more than not filled with meetings and overseas trips and executives and award shows and filming and dance practices and hours spent in the studio.

So when he did crawl into your bed during the early hours of the morning, the rustle of the blankets stirring you awake despite your sleepiness, you’d learned to find the joy in that too. The joy that was Hoseok. Your boyfriend.

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romananalogicality  asked:

heyy would you be willing to write some fluffy & adorable platonic interaction between Logan & little!Virgil ? i love your age-play writing!! c:

Analogical of any kind is my jam! (and little!Virgil is irresistible! He’s so sweet!) This started out not completely sweet and fluffy, but I promise it turns around in the end! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Nonsexual age play, little bit of Logan angst
General Tag List: @frustratedwaffle, @prplzorua, @justanotherpurplebutterfly, @tssanderssidestrash, @thebeautyofthomas, @daenerysraine

Willing though he is, Logan is rarely called upon as Virgil’s sole caretaker when he is feeling the need to indulge in age play. Logan tries not to mind–after all, Patton is the paternal trait, he provides the parenting instinct and warm, fatherly affection that Virgil no doubt craves, while Roman is both adventurous and brave, better suited for playing pretend and providing protection.

Logic plays very little part in Virgil’s need to distance himself from the responsibilities and cares of his adult life, even if roleplay itself is a very logical coping mechanism to use. So it stands to reason that Virgil would not wish to spend that time with him, Logan.

And Logan doesn’t mind. Truly. Jealousy is irrational at the best of times, and even more so here, where Virgil’s well being should be Logan’s first concern. The time he spends with Roman and Patton is very, very good for him, and Logan would not want to take that away.

Besides, there are still “family” movie nights, when Virgil will move indiscriminately between laps, when Logan has the chance to hold his warm, pliant, trusting body close for sometimes even an hour at a time. And Logan has seen him carry the stuffed bear that Logan conjured up for him on more than one occasion–he obviously appreciates Logan’s acceptance and encouragement.

Rationally, it would be ridiculous to want more than that. And Logan knows this, reminds himself of it often. Virgil’s happiness is more important than Logan’s inability to adequately control his own emotions, and this does make Virgil happy. That’s worth any of his own momentary discomfort.

Still, none of his logical, rational thought stops the warmth that fills his chest and makes his traitorous eyes water, the night that Virgil does come to him.

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Never Want To Lose You

12x11 sorta Coda…I do a series of these on A03 under Crossroads_Castiel (this is the newest in an ongoing series

When Sam and Dean walked back into the bunker, Castiel was sitting at the War Table, trying to look nonchalant as they walked in. Sam had called ahead of time and told him about what had happened and that the memory spell was gone but Castiel had subconsciously worried maybe Dean had forgotten other things…but as Dean came in behind Sam, his eyes hungrily eyed Cass, and he knew. Dean remembered everything. Castiel let tension ease from his shoulders as he stood to greet them. Sam gave him a half hug and drug his duffel bag to his room. Dean craned his neck to see Sam was out of view and he all but crushed Castiel to his front.

“Shit, it’s good to see your face. Forgetting what it looked like….I just…” Dean said with emotion in his voice as his nose buried itself in Castiel’s neck, his chin rubbing against the familiar feel of the trench coat.

“I know…I am quite indignant you wouldn’t let Sam call and tell me as soon as it happened…” Cass said before he reluctantly pulled away. “That was pig headed and stubborn. I could have helped…”

Dean let his arms drop to his side as he locked eyes with Castiel. “Not remembering you would have been more painful if I’d had to see your face as I forgot you….and I’m not sure I would have kept my filter about…us…as I lost my marbles.” Dean shuffled the toe of his shoe on the hard concrete as he grinned. “Sam already told me I was super psyched about our best friend being an Angel as it was…” Dean suddenly looked nervous as he chewed his lip. “We need to talk about some stuff that…happened…while I was gone…once Sammy’s asleep.”

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It's A Hard Dog Life

{ AU belongs to @silvestryartdump !! }

It was another normal day at Camp Campbell. Neil was in his tent working on God knows what, Nikki was domesticating a pack of wild wolves, Harrison was preoccupied with improving his magic with Nerris, and David was tuning up his guitar while Gwen read her trash magazines. The only person who wasn’t up at this point was Max. With his guitar out, David approached his tent and strummed his instrument. “Wa-aaake up, dearest Max! You’re about to be late to Harrison’s performance!”

It took a moment, but Max soon exited his tent whilst putting on his hoodie, shooting David an irritated glare. “David, the last time I attended one of his lameass shows, he implanted props in me and watched me vomit them out with a fucken smile on his face.”
“Aww, come on Max! That’s no way to speak about a fellow camper’s hardwork!”
“I’m not going.”
“Don’t make me use extreme measures.”
“…Extreme measures?”

David strummed his guitar again and drew in a large breath of air. “OOOOHHH, there’s a place I know that’s tucked away-.”
Covering his ears, Max twitched. “/ALRIGHT/, alright, I’ll go if you just do. Not. /Sing/.”
David grinned. “That’s the spirit!”

{{ - }}

“…Thank you all for attending,” greeted Harrison gleefully. “It brings me great joy and pride seeong such beautiful, shining faces out here today! For this trick, I will need a volunteer from the audience! Do I have any volunteers?”

Nobody raised their hand.

“D'aw, no need to be shy now, folks! I don’t bite!”

David glanced down at Max, who was still trying to wake up, and flashed a mischievous smile. He grabbed his wrist and raised his arm up. “Really, Max? /You/ want to volunteer?”
“Wha-? /NO/! DAVID, LET GO OF-!”
“Max!” interrupted the young magician. “Fantastic!”

The boy studied his eager expression before guilt started to sink in like an anchor. While he /is/ an asshole, he’d be a monster to crush Harrison’s hopes so selfishly, and he’s anything but a monster.
With that being said, Max yanked his arm away and approached the stage, grumbling angrily and quietly cursing David’s name.

“I’ve been practicing for weeks now! I’ve practically perfected it!”

Waving his arms out, he conjured all of his concentration and channelled his energy and power to Max, feeling a familiar rushing tingle dance in his arms. He muttered a spell of some sort in, Max was at least 95.2% certain, Latin before a lavender mist exploded out from his palms, gold dust sparking out from the rock of his wrists like fireworks. The mist blanketed Max, the audience and Harrison coughing and waving the mysterious mist away.

When things had cleared up, everybody sharply gasped in awe by what stood in front of them. Harrison, stupified by his own trick, nervously grinned and tried to act confident. He quickly learned why you leave the acting to Preston. “L-Ladies and gentlemen, I give you M-Max!”
He coughed. “Or should I say,” he mumbled, “my lovely German hunting terrier..”
“Your lovely /what/?”

Examining himself, Max unleashed a shrill scream of horror once realising:

Harrison had transformed him into a /dog/! A /TINY/ one at that!

Already infuriated, Max began to slowly creep towards him, his teeth baring as he lowly growled. Mind you, he’s only a puppy, therefore his demeanour wasn’t that intimidating. Then again, human or not, Max was still Max, and that’s a pretty scary thought in itself.
Backing away, Harrison sheepishly grinned and shook his hands in a slightly begging-for-mercy mannerism. “N-N-Now now Max, l-let’s not do a-anything we might r-regret!”

Gwen covered Space Kid’s helmet ears.

Harrison forced down an imaginary wad of gum down his suddenly dry throat.
“I-I-I’d /love/ to, b-but..”
“But /what/?” snapped Max.
“I.. I-I’d only been.. P-Practicing for.. /That/.. Trick..”

Max’s eye twitched. “Are you. Fucken. /SERIOUS/?!”

David stepped on stage and bent down to the puppy. “Now Max,” he started off soothingly before being cut off by Max nearly biting him and triggering a girlish scream.


Retrying his attempt to pick him up, he succeeded and began to scratch his head and behind his ears to calm him down. It worked. “Now /Max/, I’m positive that if we give Harrison just a few weeks to practice a reverse spell you’ll be back to normal like it never even happened. Okay?”
Max snarled. “Whatever.”

Neil tilted his head. “I only have /one/ question; why is Max still able to talk? I would imagine that due to the drastic change in not only his size but surely his internal organs as well, that would only mean his vocal cords would’ve vanished as well, and-.”
“Neil,” interrupted Harrison.
“I’m so fucken dead,” grumbled Max.

{ End of part 1. }

The Ultimate Rickshaw Race – RT Life 4K

joel and his baggy shorts. SERIOUSLY, just look at how big his shorts are!!! and how his top literally looks like a cut-up t-shirt. …oh, and remember how burnie said that joel never runs at a panel that one time? well, he (kinda) did!

i don’t want to spoil anything more but can we please appreciate how smiley adam was throughout. and how joel was in character but he did break a smile here and there.

FIC: space, nightmares

kiribaku week 2017: day 2

The din of the room doesn’t prevent them from having their own conversation. So no one else notices how Bakugou’s brow knots painfully. He glances at him like wild, cornered prey, and then Kirishima’s frown really deepens after that.

“What’s up, Bakugou?”


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Sister!Stark Request

Could I request a GOT one shot based on season one where reader is Ned Starks daughter she’s 14, her and Robb and Jon are very close. When Joffery arrives he starts hitting on her and being rough with her so Robb and Jon step in to protect her, which gets them in trouble with the Queen. But Ned saves the day. Can it have lots of sibling love and cuteness :)

AN: I made it so the reader and the boys were 16 since that’s more how they are in the show.

“The new haircuts look very nice,” you chuckled at the uninterested face on Jon and the large smile on Robb’s face.

“Jon was not very happy to get sheared,” Robb laughed.

“I curse the day you two were born,” Jon jokingly muttered.

“Oh, brother you love us. You should be praising the 7 that you received not one, but two, siblings at once that are as great as Robb and I,” you joked.

“Twins,” Jon muttered as a curse under his breath. You walked up to Jon and put an arm around him in a half hug. You, Robb, and Jon were the same age and, since you were brought up together, you were each other’s best friends.

“We better get going to the gate before Mother hunts us down herself,” Robb said.

“Lucky for me I’m not allowed to greet the royal family,” Jon said. “I’ll see you both after.”

“And these are my children,” your father told the king, “Rickon, Bran, Arya, Sansa, and my oldest children, Y/N, and Robb.”

After sizing up you and your siblings, especially Robb, the King introduced you to his children. You looked over to Sansa and saw her making googly eyes with Prince Joffrey until Joffrey’s gaze went to you and his sinister grin deepened. “Ugh,” you groaned to yourself.

“What,” Robb asked you quietly.

“Nothing, I’ll tell you later,” you whispered back.

After the welcome was finished you held Rickon’s hand and started walking him back to the stables so he could see all the new horses that had arrived.

“You enjoy my steads, do you?” You turned quickly and saw the blonde prince entering the stables; your grip on Rickon tightened.

“They are beautiful, yes. My brother loves animals and was looking forward to seeing some different horses. But, now that we’ve seen them, I think we should be getting back. Come on Rickon, we must get you ready for the feast tonight.”

“Lady Y/N,” Joffrey gripped your arm as you walked past and stopped you, “save me a dance at the feast tonight.”

You snaked your arm from the prince and uncomfortably said, “I’m afraid I’m not a good dancer, my Prince.”

“You think I asked for a dance?”

“You are a guest in my home, my Prince. Do not forget that,” you led Rickon away from the stables.


You were walking to the great hall for the feast with Jon and Robb. “He demanded I dance with him.”

“I don’t like this little Prince,” Jon gritted his teeth.

“He creeps me out. The way he looks at me, and Sansa for that matter. It’s like he hasn’t eaten in days and is looking at a large pig roast.”

“Don’t worry,” Robb said and laid a protective arm on your shoulder, “if the blonde baby looks at you tonight I’ll scare him away.”

Sansa had been ignoring you for half the night now once she noticed how Joffrey was looking at you also.  His gaze was hard on you making you wiggle uncomfortably in your seat. “Do you think Mother would be upset if I left early?”

“Probably. Just tell her you’re feeling exhausted from the events of the day and that you’re going to bed,” Robb told you.

You nodded and stood up, getting ready to leave. “Coming to give me that dance, finally?” You looked over and saw the Prince and his dog standing on the other side of you and your brother. You glanced back and saw that the Queen and your Mother’s attention were now on you as well.

“Actually I was about ready to excuse myself from the festivities. I’m afraid I’m not feeling too well. Mother, is it ok if I excuse myself?”

“Um, sure Y/N, if you feel you need rest.”

“Robb, can you escort me back to my room?”

“Of course,” Robb stood up and made a point to make sure the Prince noticed the height he had on the small boy- who did not look pleased.

“What are you two doing out here,” Jon dropped his sword as he saw you and Robb approaching him.

“Our future King was making our dear sister uncomfortable so I kindly escorted her away from the chaos.”

“Seems like the little Prince is having that effect on everyone. Except for Sansa that is,” Jon giggled.

“What was that,” the three of you turned to see Joffrey storming out towards you with his Hound behind him.

“What was what, my Prince,” Robb stood his ground.

“Your stupid sister made a fool of me in front of everybody in there,” he pointed at you. “I am your Prince! You can not reject me like that,” he stepped forward and grabbed your arm like he had in the stalls, except this time it was a lot harder.

“My Prince you are hurting me,” you said trying to pull your arm away with gritted teeth and a shaky voice.

“My sister told you to let her go,” Jon growled. Finally Robb stepped forward and yanked Joffrey’s arm away from yours.

“My sister said let her go,” this time Robb growled. “She is a Lady and you will treat her as such.”

“My Mother will hear about his,” he pointed at the three of you. “How dare you disobey me.” The Hound knew better than to harm the oldest children of the North and skulked away with the bratty Prince.

You didn’t realize it but your hands were shaking. “Y/N, are you ok?”

“I…I am. I think I just want to get Silver and go to bed,” you softly said.

“I’ll take you to your room. Robb, will you go to the stalls and get Silver?”

Jon stayed with you in your room until Robb came up with your direwolf, Silver. Her coat seemed to be metallic grey as the moonlight reflected off of it. “You sure you’re ok alone,” Jon asked.

“I’ve got Silver to watch my back. But thank you. I’ll see you two at breakfast tomorrow.”

You woke early to your Mother opening your door. “Y/N,” her stern voice said, “get up. The King and Queen have requested that you and your brothers go before them before we break fast.”

“Why would they want that,” you sat up and rubbed your eyes and Silver’s head.

“That I do not know, my sweet.” You quickly got dressed and walked to your father’s office where he and your brothers were waiting. They looked like they were already done with this meeting before it started. You looked to the front and saw Joffrey’s stern face matching his mother’s.

“What is the meaning of this meeting,” your father asked the King.

“My Joffrey says that your children ganged up on him last night and that your oldest laid his hands on him,” Cersei spat.

“Calm down woman. Why don’t we head what the children have to say.”

“Your Grace,” Robb boldly started, “last night after I escorted my sister from the festivities Prince Joffrey followed us out and spoke poorly towards her. After that he grabbed her arm and harmed her,” you saw your father shift uncomfortably.

“Y/N, is this true,” your father questioned and the King waited.

“It is, Father.”

“But where is the proof,” the Queen spat. Her tone made you angry and you lifted up your dress’ sleeve to show the large purple bruise that had started to form.

“By the seven,” the King cursed.

“Please, she could have easily done this to herself to make her claim seem true,” Cersei spat.

“With all do respect, my Queen,” your Dad’s voice was harsh, “I know my children would not have done this. I have brought my children up to value respect and honesty and I know they wouldn’t harm themselves or each other to make others look bad. And, if you have a problem with my children, then I’m afraid that I must decline your offer as Hand and stay here.”

The King grunted as if he was fed up with everything, “Ned, I believe what you say. Joffrey, you’re to stay with two King’s guardsmen. They will watch you and make sure you’re kept in line.” The King dismissed the meeting and left you alone in the office with your father and brothers.

After your Dad was sure no one was coming through the office door he turned to you and your brothers, “I want Silver with you at all times and, if you boys can, one of you with Y/N at all times. I don’t trust Joffrey and his pet Hound. And if he ever does something like that again,” he gently lifted your arm and looked at your bruise, “come to me right away so I can handle it.” With that your Dad pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You boys did good last night,” he said to your brothers and left the room.

“Come on,” Robb threw an arm around you, “let’s go find something to do.”