crystal floor

Just adding a bit of trivia/explanation for this picture!

Okay so in the tower there is a room below the bulb called the Window or Service Room, which is where a majority of the Keeper’s time was spent at night since the Lantern Room really only has enough room for the bulb and the small path to walk around it. In that room, there would be a desk for reading to help the Keeper stay awake at night, and a window for which they can see out to sea for ships. That room was very dark, and so the metal floor of the lantern room above had patterned crystals in the floor to allow light to shine through. During the day this would mean natural light, and at night it would mean the bulb. So the crystals in the floor also allowed the Keeper to maintain vigilance of the light while not being on that floor.

Ford is only apparent when the light is on, and thus when the light from the bulb shines through the crystals (in this case, patterned like the portal symbols) to the floor below. Since the floor is circular it made sense for it to be the Portal replacement for this AU.

What You Did and Didn’t Do

Originally posted by valeriemperez

Request: 23: just pretend to be my date 12: Say it! 13: I could kiss you now!

 Requestor: @lani-lira a loyal fan who I am so sorry it took forever to get this written

Authors not: So, when I was writing this I realized it was going to take too long. So, I decide to make this a short series, part two will be out on Thursday or Friday. Please let me know how it is. I know it isn’t a one-shot request, but I hope this will be just a little bit better.

thought she left everything behind. Everything. The drama, the rumors, the pain. She thought when she landed a part on the Flash, she thought she can finally be someone. Shed her skin and hide the skeleton in the closet. She thought that when she got big and famous, she can make a difference in the world.

What she didn’t know she didn’t change anything. Nothing about her changed back home. Nothing about her new success and changed back home. She was still the same scared little girl that hid behind anything to not become that girl.

But the thing is she is that girl.

She looked down at the poster that ended up in her mail. She thought it was going to be something that a fan has sent in, they usually send something in for her to sign, and with ever poster, she sends it back signed, with just a little bit of love. But with the paper that was shaking in her hand, this is a poster that she wanted to send back, and never think about again.

She wasn’t aware how long she was sitting, fidgeting, shaking as everyone from the previous scene got off the stage. She didn’t notice the blurring of the studio telling the actors that they were done a recording. She didn’t notice Grant looming over her as her eyes were frantically searching the paper, looking for answers. Grant was confused, from what he noticed on the poster was that it looked informative enough that there shouldn’t be any questions.

But he knew that something was up when he saw the tears building up on the edges of her eyes, there were questions about the poster he had that it couldn’t reveal to him just yet. He hopped from his chair that was always set right next to her. He peered over her shoulder. She jumped when she felt his hot breath breeze past her neck.

Grant almost laughed as she toppled out of her chair. he held on her chair so she wouldn’t fall flat on her face. “I didn’t mean to scare you there Ms. Jumpy.” Y/n gave him a nervous laugh as she laid her clammy hands over her pulsating heart. “Jesus, Grant don’t do that ever again.” She told him, taking deep breaths as she tries to regulate her heart.

Grant smiled at her as she tried to sit back in her chair. Grant looked back at the poster that was now scrunched back up in her hand. ‘what is that?“ he asked, reaching out for the flyer. Well, at least he tried to get it, but y/n pulled her hand away, far from his reach. "It’s nothing. Just a stupid high school reunion back home. I didn’t even think I’m going.” Grant looked at her, confused. “Why wouldn’t you go?” Y/n shook her head, giving him a nervous laugh. “There was a reason why I left that place, Grant.” She said quietly, ignoring the blur of the high school hallways flash by her mind, she tried to forget back those halls and what used to happen in them.

“I wasn’t well liked, and something tells me that just because I am the new Jesse Quick, doesn’t change anything.” She bowed her head, letting her hair certain her red face. Grant grabbed her arm, y/n didn’t know that that gave him a distraction to grab the flyer out of her hand. He paused when he saw was written all over the laminated paper.

“Shit.” He breathed out, trying not to believe that anyone would say that about y/n. Sweet, beautiful y/n. The same y/n that can brighten up his day by just sending him a simple smile. The same y/n with the bright eyes that captures his attention from across the room. Grant’s hand started to shake too. “Who would, who would say this?” Y/n shut his eyes and snatched the paper out of his hand. “It doesn’t matter like I said, I wasn’t planning on going anyways.” Grant looked at her, shocked,

“How are you going to look at that and not think that you should go over there and kick someone’s ass? This, this is not ok!”

Y/n shook her head, “I don’t want to face them alone. I can’t face them alone.” She said quietly, trying not to let the strain in her throat get too loud.

Grant shook his head and capture her small palms into his. “Then don’t go alone.” Y/n just shook her head. “I can’t go Grant.” Grant brought her closer, close enough to hear and feel his beating heart. “You don’t have to do it alone. I got you. I have and will always be there for you y/n. Please believe me.” She shook her head. Then after a second, she nodded.

“Ok. Ok. I trust you, Grant. I trust you.” She finally said, pressing her lips in Grant’s knuckles. “Just, pretend to be my date. Don’t leave my side.” Grant looked down at her. “I won’t.” The way that she looked back up at him, eyes freshly glistening from the tears that threatened to fall earlier.

Her crystal eyes floored him, making him feel like it was impossible for anyone to think anything terrible about her. He wanted nothing else but to hold her shaking, frightened body into his, to protect her from any harm.

But the director has terrible timing when it doesn’t involve filming scenes.

“Alright people. Let’s keep moving this episode needs to air next week we have no time to waste.” Glen looked at his two actors talking at their chairs and pointed his hand at them. “Come on, you two, it’s your scene.” Glen looked at y/n’s wet eyes and squinted at her. “Can we please get her some makeup? Please!”

Y/n pulled away from Grant and brushed her tears away, letting the makeup people do their magic on her, and within seconds, she looked like nothing was ever bothering her at all.

She took a deep breath flashed Grant her beautiful smile one last time as she launches herself into character and on the stage. Grant smiled and laughed at herself. He has no idea how she can be herself, and act vastly different afterward.

He didn’t know how. All he knew, is that it was one of the reasons why he was addicted to her presences. He pushed himself out of the chair and got himself ready for his next scene.

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I didn’t mean to drag the
past through the door dirtying
up your floors.
I just wanted to say hello
And talk about your writing.
How it changed me a little.
I still listen to the same music
you do.
I see why you complain so much
about your crystal clean floors.
I muddy everything.
That’s not my intent.
I miss your cold and mysterious
Ways that I mimic to this

It’s not affection that holds me 
to you, it’s more like a
mystifying curiosity. 

Journal Words

The Communication Hub Part 2 (Final Part)

Yellow walked through the blue tinted hallway, her pearl following meekly behind her. Her and Blue never talked that often, in fact sometimes not at all. Each of them had been very busy with their duties as leaders of homeworld that they hadn’t been able to have time off, or for Yellow to take up her offer since she missed when the ship had come, almost breaking Blues heart entirely. White never talked to either of the diamonds in such a long time, maybe it was because of what happ— No it wasn’t, and Yellow was bent on that idea. Approaching the door from the long hallway, she waited till pearl opened the door and walked through, her pearl standing by the control panel. The room before her was almost like… hers, the varied blue pillars lining the room, the crystal floors and the countless gems that her fellow diamond had either shattered, turned into jewelry, or bubbled. The only slight difference was the pillars in the center of the room that was shadowed by curtains. Walking closer to the blue velvet curtains, she heard weeping.  

Yellow approached the small room and lifted the curtains to see Blue sitting on her knees crying, her fists were balled up and she was shaking. Yellow just couldn’t understand why Blue would just forget about her. Blue looked up and whimpered, Yellow could understand she was in pain. Seeing Blue in so much pain almost made her cry. Yellow sat down and pulled blue close to her and allowed her to weep on her shoulder. Blue held onto Yellow for dear life and began weeping harder. Blue mumbled something that Yellow picked up as, “I miss her so much Yellow.” Yellow began to cry with that statement and pulled blue closer to her.

“I miss her too.” Yellow said with a cracked voice.

They stayed like that for a little longer before Blue calmed down and pulled away. Yellow wiped away the remaining tears with a smile and pulled blue on top of her, laughing when the fellow diamond blushed a deep ocean blue. Blue snuggled deeper into Yellow and sighed, appreciating the diamonds attention. Yellow sat up, causing Blue to bump her gem. This in turn caused Yellow to blush a deep gold and reach up to pull blues chin up and kiss her lightly. Blue kissed back and then just laid against Yellow, smiling up at Yellow. Nothing would ruin this moment for either of them.  

I know its short but oh well, here’s the final part to my bellow fiction. Enjoy!


Carlisle imagine requested by anon! “I loovvveeeddd your Carlisle request, not many -or even at all- write about Carlisle/reader in a romantic way! It’s usually a close bond but never romantic. So if you don’t mind can I request another Carlisle imagine? So Carlisle and reader have been together for centuries, and Bella awes at this, so when Bella gets injured at her birthday (remember that scene?) and Carlisle’s patching her up, Bella ask more about their love and he just gets a dopey ‘I’m-so-in love’ look and goes on about her ❤️” The imagine referred to in this request is “Eternity,” which I’ve linked in case anyone is interested in reading. Hope you like it!

You struggled to keep the thoughts of “of course this would happen” from polluting your mind in the moments after Edward’s lover was knocked into the crystal. It was not an easy feat, what with the added distraction of her decadent blood perfuming the air, but you fought to keep your thoughts aligned nonetheless. He would be listening for any and all accusations of stupidity, any lingering signs of pity or, even worse, of nonchalance. His mind was trained on yours, and while he would be drilling into every mind that he could, he would be especially focused on you.

Not even Edward was fast enough to slow the hunter’s descent as Bella’s blood broke through the surface of her skin, tainting the perfection of the night. A paper cut, that was all. How ordinarily insignificant, and how wildly dangerous. It would have meant nothing to any other family… but to yours, it was the pin falling from an active grenade. Had she not slit her finger, the evening may have proceeded peacefully… then again, with a bloodlust as violent as Jasper’s, who could tell how events could have played out? Alice certainly couldn’t. It could have been the warmth of an embrace overpowering his resolve, or the fleeting brush of her hand against his side that damaged his steely restraint. It could have been her breath stirring the air in just the right way, or perhaps a spike in her heartbeat calling, calling from within her chest. It could have been later that night or years from now. One could never be sure. There were hardly ever any studies to reference in regard to vampires playing vegetarian around a human mate. Relationships of this magnitude hardly ever existed (well, with the human surviving long-term) because of the threat such acquaintances presented. She was the natural food source; thus, this event was to be expected. One does not bring their human, no matter how lovely, to act as live bait before a den of vampires. Edward was usually smarter than this. As much as it pained you to admit, he oftentimes put too much trust in your family’s (usually) unwavering self control. You were vampires, first and foremost. She was human. This pairing almost always, and very predictably, ended in death.

She was handling herself very well, given the circumstances, chuckling under her breath as she was helped to her feet, wincing as her movement tore at her newly-acquired injury.

“Well, that’s almost everyone. I can clear a room, at least.” Carlisle shook his head, smiling warmly as he guided her to the next room, glancing backwards before ducking around the wall, his eyes hinting at a rather swift removal of the carnage Bella had left in her wake. You called to Esme, a soft whisper of her name, and she was by your side, a bottle of bleach in hand, her eyes sympathetic, as always. She set to dousing the floor in the odorous liquid as your fingers found the fragments of crystal scattered about the floor, most of which were tipped with scarlet, glimmering as if they’d been poisoned.

Her voice carried through the walls, clear as if she were standing beside you, her lips at your ear, whispering words of apology and concern as Carlisle plucked shards of glass from the gaping wound in her arm. Esme made a sound of concern as she listened, her arms guiding a mop over the puddles of aromatic crimson fluid, her nose wrinkled in the subtlest distaste and concentration. She’d been around long enough to tolerate the fading scent of fresh blood as the chemical ate away the perfume, but not long enough to claim complete immunity as Carlisle did. Jasper’s low growls echoed off of the forest beyond the glass, your eyes easily picking his thrashing form from the rigid trunks. You moved to stand, your palms having harvested as much glass as was outside of Bella’s arm, your gaze focused entirely on your broken son. Alice was fluttering about him, her hands darting from his cheeks to his chest, calming as much as she could while he wriggled about, mad from his insatiable thirst. Emmett’s eyes never left Edward’s face, even as he contorted around his brother’s torso, struggling to keep him stagnant. There wasn’t a trace of humour or lightheartedness in those butterscotch eyes as Emmett restrained his brother. Whatever expression Edward held was clearly quite broken. It was understandable. His worst nightmare had ballooned before him, spilling blood and causing harm, if minor. His human mate would heal. A few stitches and she would be back to her usual, sweet-smelling self. Edward, however… the boy had always been severe in his emotions, especially so around Bella. Tonight would have consequences.

“I’m so sorry, Carlisle,” she whispered, forgetting, for the moment, that everyone could hear her hushed voice, even those scuffling about in the woods. Carlisle’s hands whispered against his utensils as he prepped to stitch her wound closed. Thread zipped through metal. The only constant was Carlisle’s steady breathing. Inhale, exhale. Uninterrupted.

“You needn’t apologize, Bella. It isn’t your fault.” The needle pierced her skin, and her breathing hiked. The faintest scent of fresh blood polluted the air. Esme’s breathing halted, and stopped entirely. A precaution, you assumed. Even she was on edge and anxious about her level of self-control after Jasper’s slip. Her grip on the wooden handle of the mop tightened.

“Leave it to me to-” Bella began, her voice dropping off as Carlisle interrupted her, his tone soothing.

“Bleed in a room of vampires? Jasper hasn’t been away from human blood for as long as we have. His resistance is… much more laboured than the rest of our family.” They continued in silence for a handful of moments, the careful tug of thread against flesh itching at your ears as you rid the room of all signs of battle. Esme departed with her arsenal of cleaning supplies, her hand grazing your shoulder as she passed, offering a faint smile.

“How… how do you do it?” Bella inquired, her voice hiking in pitch as curious flowed from the tip of her tongue. Carlisle exhaled slowly, pulling the thread once more.

“Years of practice, centuries of it. I’ve found it is… much easier with company, with family, to revert back to… more human ways of living. Refusing to take innocent lives is easier to understand when lives, even ours, are valued. The sense of family, of community, helped me greatly.”

“Is that why you went looking for Y/n?” She asked, her voice dropping in a somewhat silly strive towards privacy. She must have known that you could hear, but her human instincts and conditioned mannerisms would likely overpower that knowledge. Carlisle chuckled, fiddling with his utensils as he tied Bella’s stitches off, dropped his needle into the sterilized bowl he had prepared.

“I wouldn’t say that I went looking for her, no… but in finding her, I saw, for the first time since the dawn of my immortality, the opportunity for companionship. For love, for family, for scraps of humanity.” He sighed, the rubber soles of his shoes shifting against the floorboards, angling in your direction. He knew you were listening. “I was very lucky to find her at all. I had been searching for others of my kind for some time. I had encountered nomads and covens alike, and I had attempted to teach them my separate way of living. It wasn’t until Y/n that any of them showed interest. She, like the rest of us, had no option when it came to her transformation. She was dragged into the violence of our life and struggled with the murder, the hunting, the sin of our existence. I saw in her a different path, a road I’d never considered. Partnership. A coven of our own, of peaceful nature. The chance for creatures like us to love.”

“Edward told me you met her in France?” Bella probed, not unkindly or impolitely, likely searching for ways in which to distract herself from the alcohol dripping over her stitches. If she was merely interested in your story, you held no hesitation in sharing. You strode into the kitchen, sitting yourself down in the seat beside Bella, watching her cheeks glow with unnecessary embarrassment. There needn’t be any shame in honest curiosity.

“I was born in France in 1770, approximately one hundred years after Carlisle had been turned in London. Time, of course, was never well-kept. I cannot remember my exact date of birth, but it was in a time of great unrest. While England was focused on witch-hunts and cleansing their sewers of vampires, France was overthrowing their monarchy. In comparison to the hardship of my human life, immortality was… lazy, easy. The people were slaughtered like lambs, daily executions filled the air with a luxury of scents. Their blood flooded the gutters, clung to the cracks between every cobblestone. Covens of the more… traditional nature flocked to Paris in droves, drawn by the killings or fascinated by the Guillotine, the monstrous thing. The Guillotine did most of our hunting for us; and with the majority of the public being cropped at the neck, there was never any notice when a few peasants went missing. Whatever was your style, bending your face to the streets or selecting a fresher meal, it was as easy as breathing.” You whispered, painting images on the backs of your eyelids of days upon days of ruby market squares and corpses littering the streets.

“Seems like you had it pretty good,” she observed, her ease with such topics impressing you more than it concerned you. She had certainly succeeded in grooming herself to handle such topics, preparing herself for a life alongside Edward. You nodded solemnly, your eyes catching Carlisle’s. Sympathetic, comforting. He knew tales you would not mention to Bella for fear of frightening her away. He’d seen firsthand the horrors of Paris, just as you had. There were things she did not need to know.

“At the same time, as good as it was, it was chaotic. The bloodlust was uncontrollable. Vampires fed recklessly… they couldn’t stop. They made mistakes… left people alive after feeding… and soon enough, the city was swimming with newly-created vampires, myself included. It was impossible, as you can imagine, to refrain from the hunt when the blood was flowing so freely. It was a matter of staying out of the public eye, festering in self-loathing, dreading your next attack. Of course, recluses were dragged to the scaffold soon enough, accused of sympathizing with the fallen regime, accused of witchcraft, accused of having too tempting a head not to sever. A few blades broke on our necks, which was of course followed by the need to dispose of witnesses. We didn’t want the Volturi cleansing our hunting grounds due to lack of discretion. Massacres by the dozen, dealt by immortal hands, went unnoticed. As wild as it sounds, there was a sense of community. Paris was our Heaven, or as close to Heaven as we will ever reach. But it was not the community I sought. By 1794, there was one vampire to every fifty Frenchmen. They called it the Reign of Terror. They have no idea how accurate they came.” You paused, reliving every minute detail, from the shattering blade against the nape of your neck to the darkness that swallowed so many of your days, hidden in the homes of those you had slaughtered.

“How did you get away from it?” Bella wondered, her eyes boring holes in yours, scrutinizing the butterscotch she found there, imagining them a vibrant ruby, no doubt. You hoped the task would prove difficult for her. You were not proud of your early days.

“It was Carlisle who found us all. He was already honing his restraint by then, a century old and thriving on the blood of cattle and deer. He was on his way to study with the Italians in Volterra, but even one as practiced in self-control as he was could not help but be drawn by the blood. He found me cowering in an alley, my face buried in the broken brick of a ruined home, fighting the urge to feed. If it hadn’t been for his welcoming, I would have likely perished in Paris when the Volturi sent their Felix and his hunting group to cleanse the city and reinforce law in the summer of 1794. He told me of another life, proven by the colour of his eyes. He extended his hand and promised an end to my suffering. I gladly took his word, and we departed for Tuscany that night, travelling only by light of the moon. At first, it was unpleasant. Animal blood, as I’m sure Edward has told you, is far less appetizing than human blood, but I learned to accept the flavorlessness soon enough. Once we had spent enough time in the Italian countryside to rein-in my habit of attacking humans, we went to Volterra.”

“We didn’t stay long. Y/n was incredibly strong, but the Volturi’s diet warred with our lifestyle, and we thought it best to journey elsewhere. We ended up in England once again, then Spain, America, Greece. We never returned to France, but we made our homes elsewhere. Y/n was with me when I was working in Chicago, and she helped Edward with his thirst as much as I did. Esme followed soon after, then Rosalie, Emmett, Alice and Jasper… we crafted a family together.” Carlisle concluded, his eyes misted over with adoration, his smile warming even your immobile heart. You returned his grin, your hand resting on Bella’s knee, adopting the motherly affection you displayed with Edward easily. She was all but your daughter, after all, and Carlisle had long ago sparked the desire to bring people into your life.

“Perhaps someday you’ll join us, hm?”

Love or Hate (Part 4 of 13)

Summary: AU. When the reader’s shot at a better life is stolen from her, she continues to see the person responsible all over town. After a series of unfortunate events, will she learn that there’s a fine line between love and hate?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,030

Warnings: language, excessive snark, drinking, childish behavior, anger!

A/N: Reader gets revenge, but Bucky doesn’t like having a taste of his own medicine. Was it worth it? It’s making me insane. Sorry for the lateness, yesterday was crazy.

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[Ch1][Ch2][Ch3][Ch4] [Peru Fic]

At long last here it is! I hope it was worth the wait! Let me know what you think. 

Warning: Toward the end of the chapter there are some graphic depictions of murder.

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Just A Little Bit Longer Part 1

Pairing: Jensen x Female Reader

Warnings: Adult situations, not even NSFW, Fluff, if you have a trigger involving the ocean or water, this is based in Tahiti!

Word Count: 1198

A/N: This was literally the first fic I have written for this fandom, I have an unhealthy obsession with Jason Aldean’s music and the idea for this series came from This Song I highly suggest listening to it to fully understand what the series will be about. There will be surprises that are completely unrelated to it about halfway through :) I really hope y’all enjoy it!! A special thanks to my girl @avasmommy224 for helping me through this when I stumbled! Also just as a side note, we are going to assume Danneel is happy with someone else in this fic :)

It had been the best summer of your life. Three months away from everything that screamed reality. Three months of pure, unadulterated, bliss, and you owe it all to HIM. The tall, gorgeous, green eyed god who unexpectedly walked into your life a week after your plane landed. To say you wished you had it back, to say you wished you had him back, would be the understatement of the century.

You had dreamed of traveling for an entire summer since you were a teenager. Something about knowing you had no obligations, no work, no one to please other than yourself just seemed like a breath of fresh air. You were finally able to fulfill that dream a year ago. You had just turned the big three-oh and finally had enough money saved to take that dream vacation. You had rented a one bedroom, one bathroom beach house; excited that you were going to be completely alone for the next three months, or so you thought. That’s when he stumbled into your life.

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