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♈♌♐ Fire Glows  ♉♍♑ Earth Grows ♊♎♒ Air Knows ♋♏♓ Water Flows

Fire emphasis: Self confident, impulsive, initiative, dominant, energetic, uncontrollable, independent, imaginative, creative, idealistic, stimulating, intense, inspiring, self amusing, intuitive, defensive, self ruling, commanding, playful, spontaneous, delighted, can become burnt out, passionate, independent

Fire Deficit can express as: Lethargic, lack confidence, reserved, underwhelmed, rational, guarded, withdrawing, disinterested, has trouble with assertion, easily bored, melancholic and/or ultra restless and disorderly, impatient, forceful, angry, confused, lack of passion and direction, attention seeking, aggressive

Earth emphasis: Realistic, pedantic, compulsive, materialistic, orderly, refined, responsible, shy, guarded, emotionally reserved, ritualistic, pessimistic, rational, thorough, aware, intelligent, focused, in tune with nature, understands limitations, the physical body is a temple, stabilizing, relies too heavily on logic, sensual

Earth deficit can express as: Spaciness, disorderly, irresponsible, dependent, out of touch with basic living requirements, distant or not contained in the physical body, nomadic, can struggle holding down employment or responsibilities, neglects health, moody or overly cautious and serious, controlling, structured, anxious, hypochondriac, meticulous, duty bound, afraid of imagination

Air emphasis: Clever, spaced out, communicative, cerebral, conceptual, out of touch with the physical body, unrealistic, engaging, social, curious, restless, objective, mentally active, light eater, graceful, flexible, lost in thought, insomniac, informative, abstract, conceives ideas, detached, over emphasizes the intellectual response, distant, imaginative

Air deficient can express as: Extreme doubts with intelligence, struggle with academic and educative institutions, sedate in thinking and latching onto ideas, trouble turning inner world into language, disconnected, quiet minded or becomes a master of a field, highly motivated with education, feels the need to prove intelligence, over rational, worried, high functioning intellectual, dominant in conversation

Water emphasis: Receptive, fluid, hyper sensitive, emotionally focused, secretive, empathetic, withdrawing, solitary, idealistic, visionary, unstable, melancholic, theatrical with emotional displays, projects feelings onto others, people conscious, intuitive, lacks boundaries, can be easily manipulated, lethargic, escapist, disturbed, overwhelmed

Water deficit can express as: Inability to comprehend and identify feelings, disregards emotions, low emotional intelligence, dissociated, unresponsive, has trouble ascertaining values, emptiness, contained, distant, insensitive to the pain of others or extremely moody and unstable, represses emotions until violent outburst, unpredictable, hypersensitive, cannot understand nor control moods, reactive

-Cherry

Masterlist

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Steve Rogers x Reader

New Toy-  A new toy arrives and the reader is eager to take it out for a test drive. A bit of smut with Steve Rogers (One Shot)

Draw me Like One of Your French Girls-  Steve Rogers picks up the pencil again and you’re curious to see the object of his latest sketch.  (fluff)

Accidental Date, Accidental Meeting, Not So Accidental Meeting- Your friends have set you up on a blind date.  Maybe this time it won’t be so bad.   (all the fluff)

Pushing All My Buttons  - You and Steve know all the right and wrong buttons to push (cursing, fluff)

Love You- It’s easier to tell Steve you love him when he doesn’t know you mean it (fluff)

I Hate Pants and I Want a Nap- Steve is a delightful husband who makes you popsicles (pregnant reader)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

This Isn’t a Lifetime Movie (A03 Link)- You’re a single mom who is dealing with balancing your life with working with the Avengers.(fluff and romance) Tumblr Links- Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12

Remedy- On a bit of an Adele kick.  I couldn’t help think of Bucky when I heard this song. (Fluff, One Shot) 

Better Than Tea -  Reader tries to help Bucky sleep with a cup of tea and maybe something more.  You have your choice of ending with some smut (Four Chapters)

It’s Complicated- You are a mutant ex-Hydra agent who used to be the Winter Soldier’s field handler.  When Steve finds Bucky and brings him back to the Avengers, things are complicated and your past relationship is exposed. (FINISHED! 14 chapters)

I’m Here to Assist You- Your the assistant to the Avengers.  For now your assignment is to get used to Bucky living in the tower.  (Finished!)

Cute Underwear- short Bucky/Reader fluff

Prank War- You are involved in a constant prank war with Clint and Sam, when a new player enters the fray. (Fluff)

Lipstick- Bucky appreciates your favorite lipstick (fluff, short)

Breathe Again- short drabble based on the Sara Barielles song.  angsty fluff.

Blue Bird- angsty with fluff to come Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5   Finished!

Nicknames- You’ve given the rest of the team nicknames, but Bucky wonders why you’ve never given him one.

Knitworthy- A little something for all of my knitters out there.  All of the fluff

Kintsugi- Your friend takes your photo and makes you feel better about your scar.  You hope it can do the same for Bucky

Clint Barton x Reader

A Boy and His Dog- A bit of fluff with Clint Barton.

Shut Up- You and Clint are great friends and partners in crime.  That escalates with a drunken promise.  But you can’t resist teasing each other along the way. (smut)

Brave - Stark Tower Movie Challenge.  An AU in the Brave universe.
Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight   Finished!

Sam Wilson x Reader

Coffee Run  Lunch Date In Smoothies and Cups of Coffee-   Day after day, Sam Wilson is in line in front of you with a ridiculous drink order.  What happens when he gets stuck behind you? (fluff) 

Tony Stark X Reader

Business Partners- Your business partner invites himself to your sister’s wedding. This is my submission for bionic-buckyb 5000 follower celebration!!!!  I claimed the fake dating AU.

Mack X Reader

All I want is a Hug- You are an inhuman who has been collected by Shield.  Your powers keep you separate from the team in more ways than one.   (Secret Santa Gift)

Stucky x Reader

Genetically Engineered Super Soldiers- my submission for Kate’s Card’s Against Humanity Writing Challenge.  

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The Expression of Elements

Fire Signs: Aries, Leo, Sagittarius
Earth Signs: Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn
Air Signs: Gemini, Libra, Aquarius
Water Signs: Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces

Fire houses: 1st house, 5th house, 9th house
Earth houses: 2nd house, 6th house, 10th house
Air houses: 3rd house, 7th house, 11th house
Water houses: 4th house, 8th house, 12th house

The element in which the Sun and Moon sign fall under will bear tremendous weight. Because every planet travels around the sun, it’s identity shines behind every planet. The moon resonates closely because like the sun it is in close view. When one has a lack of planets in air, for example, this can be remedied by planets in airy houses (3rd, 7th, and 11th), powerful aspects made to airy planets like Mercury, Venus, or Uranus, planets that are in mutual reception, or placements that accelerate the emphasis of air, like Mercury in Gemini for example.

Fire emphasis: Self confident, impulsive, initiative, dominant, energetic, uncontrollable, independent, imaginative, creative, idealistic, stimulating, intense, inspiring, self amusing, intuitive, defensive, self ruling, commanding, playful, spontaneous, delighted, can become burnt out, passionate, independent

Fire Deficit can express as: Lethargic, lack confidence, reserved, underwhelmed, rational, guarded, withdrawing, disinterested, has trouble with assertion, easily bored, melancholic and/or ultra restless and disorderly, impatient, forceful, angry, confused, lack of passion and direction, attention seeking, aggressive

Earth emphasis: Realistic, pedantic, compulsive, materialistic, orderly, refined, responsible, shy, guarded, emotionally reserved, ritualistic, pessimistic, rational, thorough, aware, intelligent, focused, in tune with nature, understands limitations, the physical body is a temple, stabilizing, relies too heavily on logic, sensual

Earth deficit can express as: Spaciness, disorderly, irresponsible, dependent, out of touch with basic living requirements, distant or not contained in the physical body, nomadic, can struggle holding down employment or responsibilities, neglects health, moody or overly cautious and serious, controlling, structured, anxious, hypochondriac, meticulous, duty bound, afraid of imagination

Air emphasis: Clever, spaced out, communicative, cerebral, conceptual, out of touch with the physical body, unrealistic, engaging, social, curious, restless, objective, mentally active, light eater, graceful, flexible, lost in thought, insomniac, informative, abstract, conceives ideas, detached, over emphasizes the intellectual response, distant, imaginative

Air deficient can express as: Extreme doubts with intelligence, struggle with academic and educative institutions, sedate in thinking and latching onto ideas, trouble turning inner world into language, disconnected, quiet minded or becomes a master of a field, highly motivated with education, feels the need to prove intelligence, over rational, worried, high functioning intellectual, dominant in conversation

Water emphasis: Receptive, fluid, hyper sensitive, emotionally focused, secretive, empathetic, withdrawing, solitary, idealistic, visionary, unstable, melancholic, theatrical with emotional displays, projects feelings onto others, people conscious, intuitive, lacks boundaries, can be easily manipulated, lethargic, escapist, disturbed, overwhelmed

Water deficit can express as: Inability to comprehend and identify feelings, disregards emotions, low emotional intelligence, dissociated, unresponsive, has trouble ascertaining values, emptiness, contained, distant, insensitive to the pain of others or extremely moody and unstable, represses emotions until violent outburst, unpredictable, hypersensitive, cannot understand nor control moods, reactive

-Cherry                                       
Amphibious Mermaids

I talked about oceanic mermaids in a previous post, but I’ve recently been neglecting a question about amphibious mermaids because I wanted to give it due time and detail in a response. I’ve finally found some time in my procrastination schedule to give it a proper go.

Amphibians are generally restricted to fresh water, and I envision amphibious mermaids would need a large amount of fresh water mixing with land to take full advantage of amphibious adaptations, so large expanses of swamp, wetland or bayou are the most likely environment. Mermaids are often thought of as associating in small groups or ‘sisterhoods’, to a large enough territory to support multiple predators is necessary. A small stream isn’t going to cut it.

And I do think they would most definitely be predators, or at least scavengers. Lots of things drop into the water, and a curious predator is well equipped to make the most of that opportunity. I envision multiple rows of small, needle teeth, ideal for gripping fish or tearing chunks out of the drowned.

Using skin for respiration works best for small animals, becoming less efficient as the volume to surface ratio of the organism increases. It’s probably useful for a tiny, baby, amphibious mermaid, but useless for an adult. As their oxygen demands increase, the larger adult mermaids need more surface area for diffusion, so external gills like the axolotl may be a useful adaption. The older the amphibious mermaid is, the larger it gets, and the more gills it requires, so the eldest amphibious mermaids would likely have vast expanses of external gills sprouting from their head, which may be mistaken for hair from a distance.

Lungs may still be useful for mid-sized amphibious mermaids, or in times of drought or hot weather, as lungs will still function even if the skin and gills go dry. This is probably uncomfortable for the largest specimens, who would be more dependent on their expanse of external gills. Lungs also allow these mermaids to sing, a classic mermaid feature, though their voices are probably smaller and higher than their body size would normally dictate.

These mermaids would likely retain four limbs and a tail, though they may only have their tail at birth, similar to a tadpole. They would retain their tail, making the most use of their legs when mid sized, either to migrate to new waters or perhaps lure prey to the largest adults lurking in the waters. The large adults would also retain their tail for swimming, though their legs would be relatively less use and spend less time on land, much like a crocodile or alligator does.

They have to be egg laying, and most likely laying a clutch of eggs, perhaps a few dozen, with larger specimens laying more. I think they’d be intelligent enough to guard their clutch and may even herd food towards this school of small carnivorous tadpole-like mermaids. It’s possible they may even have a degree of family structure, with offspring from previous years helping to protect and feed the youngest tadpoles.

Also, there’s often minimal sexual dimorphism in amphibians. Sometimes males are a bit smaller, but usually no external markers. Perhaps male amphibious mermaids do not reach the same size the females are capable of, but for external purposes the two are indistinguishable, so I will refer to them all as female, even though some are not. I’m confident the mermaids can figure it out.

So where does this leave my amphibious mermaids?

Picture a man walking through the swamp, finding a child-sized being with a tangled mess of red hair (blood-filled cranial external gills), wet and splattered with mud. She climbs trees, darts under roots and swims fearlessly through the shallows. It sounds like she’s laughing, or sometimes singing or humming a small fragment of song. Her eyes are large and she always smiles with her mouth closed. Perhaps she steals small objects. She’s curious, strange, but seems harmless.

Her older sister, a little shorter than the average human woman, with an even more impressive expanse of red hair, has actually mastered singing, even though the words don’t quite make sense. She moves with grace, despite her long, smooth tail dragging behind her through the mud like the train of a bridal gown. She frolics in the clear water, laughing, winking, always smiling with her mouth closed.

Then there’s her youngest sisters. Swarms of them in the water around you. Small, fast and with rows of needle teeth. They do not laugh or sing, only feed.

And the matriarch, like a colossal crocodilian sliding up from the deepest water, her red gills trailing behind her and wicked rows of needle teeth. She grabs the man with arms that are really too small for her body, pulling him under the water with her sheer mass, waiting for his struggles to cease so her young can feed with greater ease. Perhaps when they are done she will store his corpse under a submerged log as crocodiles do, until the next traveller wanders by.

I should write a horror story. 

anonymous asked:

Heyo! So, I was curious: in the "Objects In Motion" universe, I was wondering exactly what kind of things Lance and Keith do to make each other flustered and embarrassed and stuff like that. You said Lance became a master of "Making Keith Lose His Cool In All Ways ;)", plus he had some SERIOUS game on the pirate adventure, and that kinda peaked my interest XD

Ah, now that I have angsty space cowboy stuff done, I can answer your question :D Sorry for the delay, honey! *ponders* 

Well, I’m just gonna focus on Lance for a sec: Lance is already pretty confident in his flirting, as we’ve seen in canon. He’s definitely over-the-top, and he doesn’t always know when to turn it off, but his charming cheesiness definitely has an effect on some people (i.e. certain mermaids, and a couple of alien shoppers ;D). But it’s a little different with Keith, since they’re already dating … 

Basically, this is what happens …


Lance actually likes arguing with Keith. He’d discovered this a while back, before they started going out, but now it’s extra fun — there’s always a smile playing at the corner of Keith’s mouth, their insults are far more creative, playful, and sometimes even flirty. Keith can flirt, and Lance is really, really bad at hiding how much that gets to him. And Keith knows it, so even if he’s kind of awkward about it sometimes, Lance still blushes and stammers, and it’s not fair.

That is, until, he discovers that he has his own power over Keith. And then all bets are off.

“Man, that was a steep drop,” Keith complains, rubbing at his hip. “Pidge could’ve waited to turn the gravity back on.”

“Ah, angel, did it hurt?” Lance asks, grinning widely as he takes off his helmet, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead. “You know, when you fell from heaven?”

Keith gapes at him. “Really? Really, Lance?” 

At the time, Lance chalks up the red flush in Keith’s cheeks to the wild fight they’d just been through, to the use of yet another silly nickname in Lance’s quest to find the perfect one, but then, later on in the kitchen …

It was too much fun to prompt that irritated look on Keith’s face, and so Lance holds Keith food up over his head, because he can, because that one and a half extra inch of height makes a difference, and Keith just glares at him, arms crossed. It’s too damn cute, and Lance winks at him, saying, “Listen, it’s important — I gotta tell you that if you were a fruit, you’d be a fineapple.”

And then he presents Keith his bowl of pineapple flavoured goo with a wide, proud grin on his face.

Keith is blushing while he snatches his food away and huffs his way to a table. Lance is delighted.

Oh, it’s on now. 

 “Hey, Keith!” Lance calls across the hanger after they’ve landed on a new planet for yet another diplomatic mission. They’re dressed formally, and Keith looks especially nice in simple Altean finery. He shoots Lance a quizzical look.

You must be peanut butter because you make my legs feel like jelly.” 

Pidge and Hunk each take a turn smacking the back of Lance’s head as they pass by, but Lance is too happy watching Keith flustered and floundering for a comeback to care.

Keith complains about the nicknames, but the pick-up lines he rarely comments on. He just glares while blushing, or gapes as his ears go red, or tells Lance to knock it off, we’re in the middle of a Galra base, holy crap, Lance, focus. 

That changes when they’re sitting together on the observation deck’s couch, on one of their casual dates; Lance lights up as he remembers yet another fabulous line while staring at Keith’s feet resting on a pillow. “Oh, hey, lemme tie your shoe laces!”

Keith sits up straight to stare at him. “Um, my boots don’t have any —”

“’Cause I don’t want you falling for anyone else,” Lance finishes happily.

That familiar light dusting of pink starts at Keith’s cheeks, spreads to his neck and ears. Lance is laughing, and then Keith blurts out, “Are you joking around, or … or do you actually mean it?”

Lance stops laughing. “Wait, what?”

“I mean, I get that you’ve always been … but now that we’re together, are you just, like … unable to break the habit, or something?” Keith drops his gaze to his lap, trying to act indifferent. “It’s fine, by the way, even funny sometimes, I just wonder —”

“Um, Keith, I don’t flirt with people I’m not attracted to?” Lance says, confused and somewhat alarmed. “A habit? … Yeah. Yeah it is. As in, I habitually flirt with the hottest person in the room. And that’s always you.”

Keith lifts his head up, eyes wide. He’s red, absolutely fire engine red, and Lance thrills at the sight, feels himself warming up as Keith blinks and says in a hoarse voice, “Oh. Okay.” He clears his throat. “They’re terrible lines.”

Lance smiles, honest and affectionate as he replies, “Yeah, but I mean every word of them. You are stupidly fine, you routinely give me weak knees, and I want you all to myself, so please ignore any number of charming aliens that might try to steal you away.” He wraps his arms around Keith, pulling him into his chest so he can kiss the top of his head. “I’ve always been kind of jealous of how cool you are, but now I’m also aware of how pretty you are too, and it’s kinda unfair, dude. How dare you?”

“You’re the handsome one,” Keith mutters against Lance’s neck. “And you know it, jackass.”

Lance laughs into messy black hair. “Then trust me — it takes one to know one.”

Keith snorts and shifts in Lance grip. Somehow they’ve ended up reclined, Keith half on top of Lance, and he lifts himself up using his arms on either side of Lance’s shoulders, looks down at him so fondly that Lance feels a pleasant ache start up in his chest.  

“Hey, Lance?” he says quietly.

“Yeah?”

“I was feeling a little off today … But you definitely turned me on.”

Lance goggles at his boyfriend for what feels like a solid minute before he cracks up and drags him down by his shirt collar. It ends up with him wheezing as Keith crashes his full weight into him, and Lance’s arm is weirdly pinned between them, but that doesn’t stop him from kissing the smile on Keith’s face, giggling into his mouth. 

And he keeps on practicing his one-liners, his honest, no-holds-barred compliments and sweet promises, relishing each and every hitched breath from his boyfriend, until Lance is probably smooth enough to pick up any hot alien from here all the way back to Earth … But Keith, Keith is the only one that he ever wants to use his flirtations on because, as he tells his boyfriend one day, “You know, pudding-pop, you may not actually need a nickname …”

“Oh really? Does that mean this torture will end?” Keith flashes a quick teasing grin.

Lance winks back. “All I want to call you is mine.”

And there’s the blush, and the stutter, and nothing in the universe makes Lance as happy as charming the hell out of his Red Paladin.


Ta-dah! Look at how stupidly fluff this is. This is what happens when I write angst non-stop and then switch over to happier things. It’s like I need to be ridiculously overly sweet to compensate. *sighs* Well, I hope this worked for you! I had to look up those pick-up lines by the way — I definitely do not have the right mind to come up with stuff as wonderfully cheesy as that ;)

criticaldrive  asked:

Valentine's Day is coming, what would the chocobros do for their S/O? :D

I had to get this typed up today! Happy valentines guys! (If you’ve read this you’re now my valentine, no take backs! Muhahaha, ily!) ❤ Anyway, read on and spend your valentines with your favourite chocobro! (Or if you’re like me, all of them…)

Noctis:

- Hey shall we go check out that dungeon for valentines? Just kidding. Kinda.
- Noctis would give you your card and you’d give him his, but before you can open yours he’d make an excuse to leave the room.
- Little do you know he literally just lingers outside of the door, out of view.
- Anyway, you open your card waiting for him to get back, but something falls out of it.
- A slip of paper lands in your lap, but you pick it up to see it’s a poem.
- Handwritten. In Noctis’ loopy scrawl.
- He’s written you a poem.
- And what’s more, it’s really good.
- About how you met, how much he cares about you, the way he adores how you look and just how you are.
- It’s all sappy and mushy and it’s just everything he wishes he could say to your face without it sounding muddled and a hell of a lot less eloquent.
- And then from the corner of your eye you spot the little bin he has in his room, filled to the brim with crumpled up paper that was extremely similar to yours.
- How long had he spent on it? Getting frustrated and no doubt worked up into an angry defiant ball as he so usually did. But he persevered because he just so badly wanted to tell you exactly how he felt but he sucks at speaking face to face about that kind of stuff.
- You’re emotional just thinking about how much work he had to have put into this one slip of paper.
- “Shit, are you crying?”
- His voice startles you, and you look up to see him walking over to you hurriedly.
- “I’m sorry if it’s not great, I tried.”
- “No silly, it’s… it’s wonderful, thank you.”
- “Oh… oh well, I’m glad you like it.”
- He’d go into bashful mode at your gratitude, which is why he left the room in the first place because he didn’t want to be all awkward for you.
- But his pulse is racing and his heart is singing because holy shit they like it.
- And all those hours he put in didn’t matter, because he’s just happy to know that you know how he really feels, and that you’re happy.

Prompto:

- You’d go over to see Prompto in the morning, but find he doesn’t seem to actually be in his house. He doesn’t answer when you call him. Instead, you find a picture taped to his bedroom door.
- It’s a picture of… the kitchen?
- You head on over to the kitchen holding the photograph, and look exactly where he took the picture to see another photo with a heart shaped chocolate next to it.
- This is a scavenger hunt!
- This picture shows the sofa in the living room area, so you hurry on over to it.
- Just as expected, there’s another photo and yet another heart shaped chocolate.
- So cute.
- This time this was a photo of the table behind you, but in the corner there were words written in the hand you recognised so well.
- ‘Getting warmer!’
- You turn to the table to see yet another photograph and of course, a heart shaped chocolate to accompany it.
- Lifting the photo you recognise that it’s a picture of Prompto’s bedroom. There is more writing on the photo in the same scrawl.
- ‘Nearly there now!’
- You rush to the bedroom, wondering what you might find, and open the door.
- There, right in the middle of the bed is your adorable boyfriend, looking really pleased with himself.
- On his lap is a huge teddy bear – so cliché but so adorable.
- “You found me!” He’s so excited, his blue eyes bright with excitement.
- “I did!” You’d go to join him on the bed, and he hands over the teddy bear to you.
- “Happy valentines! Oh and I also got you this…” His voice trails off a little at the end and you can tell he is suddenly nervous.
- He hands you something in a small brown paper bag. Curious, you slide the object out of the bad and into your palm.
- It’s an adorable photo of the two of you, looking incredibly happy together. The photo itself is in a silver frame, decorated with cutesy hearts.
- “I… I hope it’s alright. It’s my favourite photo.” He’s fiddling with the bed covers, barely able to keep contact cause damn it he’s just so nervous.
- Your heart could burst, this boy is the cutest!
- He beams as you tell him you love it.
- Best valentines ever.

Gladiolus:

- Gladio would act like normal for the morning.
- He’d give you a card of course, but say he has nothing planned.
- You’d be a bit disappointed, but what can you do?
- He’d even go off to do his usual workout routine. Maybe valentines just wasn’t his thing?
- So you’d go on about your day as normal, until the night fell.
- Suddenly Gladio’s face has lit up, he’s all smiles as he asks you to come outside with him.
- “Wha- but it’s night time?”
- “Come on!” He’d urge so you’d get up to follow him.
- Outside there are… candles? There’s a large candle every so often in the road, and you can see the trail lead off into the distance with a soft glow. You look back at Gladio in bewilderment.
- “You didn’t think I’d forget did you?” He is grinning, folding his arms and looking rather pleased with himself.
- “You did all that?” You gesture incredulously.
- “Well, I only set them out earlier, I enlisted the help of three friends to light them all.” He remembered how much complaining Noctis had done. It’s okay, my lover is worth it.
- Gladio took your hand and you set off walking under the blanket of the night sky, walking past one of the candles every now and then.
- “Here, I also got you this.”
- “Oh, what is it – Gladio.”
- He’s handed you a small survival tool kit.
- “It pays to be prepared. And it will put my mind at ease.” He insisted.
- You roll your eyes at him but you have to stifle a giggle. Typical Gladio.
- Finally you get to the end of the candle lit path, where a lovely bunch of roses are waiting for you.
- Gladio would wrap his warm jacket around you suddenly, taking you into his big strong arms.
- “Did I fool you then?”
- “You certainly did.” You told him, pulling him down for a kiss.
- He pulls away with that cheeky smirk in place, a glint in his eye.
- “What…?” You ask wearily.
- “I always wondered what it would be like to go… al fresco.”
- “Gladio!”
- His laugh is infectious and soon you join in.
- But hey, if you’re down with the idea he definitely is.

Ignis:

- This guy will play to his strength and cook you the most amazing meal you’ve ever had, and that’s saying something since you eat his cooking a lot.
- He’d have it all ready for you by the time you arrive, the table beautifully set and – of course – candle lit.
- He’d spoil you rotten the entire day as well, massages, food and drink, you name it.
- He’d also really love the gift you got him, and chuckle at the very soppy card (which by the way, he’d never get rid of).
- When he hands you his card, you realise he has hand made it. It’s lovely and elegant and so Iggy, but so you at the same time.
- When you finish the meal, he’d come round to your side and offer you his hand to dance with him.
- Even if you protest that you suck, he’ll let you stand on his toes and he’d guide you.
- All he wants is to be close and intimate with you damn it.
- He’d press you against him as you danced, needing to feel you close.
- He’s also really good.
- It would be slow and sensual, you’d be hyper aware of the way his fingertips drifted over your arms, rested at the small of your back, trailed over your jawline with feather light touches…
- “I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this at all… but you are truly beautiful.”
- “You may have mentioned it once or twice.” You’d tease him, to which he’d smile fondly.
- “It never hurts just to be sure.”
- Near the end of the song he’d dip you down in a classic move so smooth with his hands steadying you, your thigh round his hip.
- And he’d give you a little smirk before bending down to kiss you hard.
- When you’re finally up right, you’re giving him such bedroom eyes it unreal.
- You know he understands as his smirk turns into a full blown grin.
- “Shall we?” And with that he’d lead you to the bedroom.

Draw Me Like One of Your French Girls

Description: Steve Rogers picks up the pencil again and you’re curious to see the object of his latest sketch.  (fluff)

Word Count: 652

Warnings: your teeth might rot out of your head

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A Wolf’s Love

Robb Stark X Reader

A/N: Love me some Robb, I left this one open to a part 2 in case any one would like that! With Love, Kat.

Words: 1490

Being fostered in Winterfell was an amazing experience for you. Already being a Lady of the North, your parents thought it best if you were brought up by the Starks, their high wealth, intelligence, and status making them an attractive family to foster you. And boy was attractive the right word. Growing up with Robb Stark and Jon Snow was one of your parents’ better ideas.

Today you were in the stables under your own volition because of how much you loved the horses. They were such beautiful creatures with their sleek black and brown hair and their large, loving eyes, you couldn’t help but love petting their necks while they rested their chin on your shoulder.
“Lady Y/N,” a raspy voice said coming from the doorway of the stables.
“Seven hells, Stark! You need to quit sneaking up on me like that,” you yelled as you whipped around to face him, startled at how quiet he approached you. Robb let out a laugh and flashed you a smile that made you weak in the knees. “And for the last time Robb, if you call me Lady again I swear by the old gods and the new that I’ll kick your ass” you said, laughing and walking out of the stables with Robb. Across the courtyard, you spot your best friend, Jon Snow. He was your closest friend here in Winterfell and you would be closer to Robb if you weren’t harboring a massive crush on the man, but you kept your mouth shut on the matter and let your friendship with Robb stay just that, a friendship. You ran up to Jon yelling “Snow!” and wrapping your arms around his neck as he swung you around, you both laughing the whole time.

After the laughing fit subsided, Jon was the first to speak. 

“How was your morning in the stables, Y/N?”
“It was great, Jon. I just adore those horses and we don’t have to dog so I have to love and cuddle something,” you laughed while slapping Jon playfully on the arm. The whole time unaware that Robb was watching your conversation with his arms folded tight across his chest and his jaw clenched. Jon looked over your shoulder at Robb and his his widened a little at the sight of Robb’s tense face, causing you to turn around. By the time you were facing Robb he was in conversation with his best friend, Theon, so you didn’t understand why Jon made the face that he did, but just brushed it off to Snow being Snow. He was a bit strange and brooding sometimes, but you loved him. Snapping you out of your thoughts, Jon said “So Y/N, Robb and I are going on a hunt today with his father and some other men, we’ll be leaving shortly.”
“Damn, Snow. I thought you were going to spar with me today, you know, teach me to fight,” you replied, letting your shoulders slump a little in disappointment.
“I know, Y/N. Another day, by the old gods and the new, I swear it,” he said, clearly recognizing and matching your sadness.
“Alright, I have to go learn embroidery with Sansa, Arya, and the Septa now, I’ll see you and Robb when you get back from your hunt. Good luck and be safe, Snow” you said kissing him on the cheek and flitting off into the castle, saying your goodbyes to Robb before you went upstairs to join the Stark girls.

After hours of sewing until your fingers were aching and bleeding a little from the amount of times you accidentally pricked yourself with your needle, it was time to wash up before supper. You loved the Starks, they were your family, and from the second you arrived in Winterfell they made it clear you were one of their own. You joined them for every meal and stood behind them at every royal greeting. While tying the final string to close up the front of your dress, you heard a knock at your door. “Come in!” you said, while looking in the mirror to make sure you hadn’t messed up your braid. Turning around as the door creaked open, you saw Robb Stark standing there. Tall, bearded, and draped in his signature Stark furs, leaning against your doorframe.
“Lad- I mean Y/N, hello, you look ravishing for dinner tonight,” Robb said, pushing himself from his position against your doorframe, walking towards you looking like he’s holding something.
“Stark, what have you got there?” you asked, trying to peek under his furs out of curiosity, Robb was in rare form tonight.
“Oh, you know, just a present for my favorite lady” walking circles around you and emphasizing the word, full knowing how much you disliked being called lady.
“What are you on about?” you couldn’t help but try to peek into his arms again, it was obvious now he was cradling something.
“Close your eyes, Y/N,” Robb said while inching closer to you. You moved and sat down on the bed and closed your eyes.
“Now hold out your hands,” Robb said, his breath on the side of your face startled you, you hadn’t realized how close he’d gotten in the time that you shut your eyes. Doing as you were told, you held out your hands, slightly shaky from anticipation. Suddenly, your hands were greeted with a warm, furry presence that was wiggling in your hands. As your eyes flew open, you saw the curious object, a puppy. A direwolf puppy to be exact.

“Robb! Oh my gods!” you yelled as you placed the puppy down on the furs of your bed and sprung up to capture the eldest Stark in a hug. Robb responded by wrapping his arms quickly around your waist and holding you tightly, saying “I overheard you talking to Jon earlier, about how you wanted a dog. We found these direwolf pups in the woods, their mother was dead, and I knew you would care for it immensely and love it more than anything.”
“Robb, he’s beautiful” you said, tears clouding your vision, “His name will be Caelan.”
“Caelan, aye? What does it mean?” Robb asked curiously.
“It means powerful warrior, in the hopes that he has the same traits as my favorite Stark,” you said, smiling up at Robb and then going back to give the pup more attention.
“Y/N, I have been meaning to tell you something for a while…” Robb started, unsure of how exactly to approach the subject. “This wolf, I gave it to you because, well because I love you Y/N. I think I have for a long time, but it took me until today to fully realize it. After seeing you laughing and playing around with Jon, I realized that what I was feeling was jealousy. I was jealous that Jon could make you laugh and smile that way, I was jealous that you kissed him on the cheek. That’s when I realized that I want you to be mine.” Robb was staring at you now, waiting for an answer, hoping for the best.
“It would be an honor to be yours, Lord Stark,” you said, pulling Robb in for a kiss.
“Call me Lord Stark again,” Robb said with a devilish smirk, pulling you in tighter and kissing you possessively, letting you know you were now his.

The two of you were so consumed in your newfound love that you failed to hear the door open, and failed to see Lady Stark walk into your room.
“Lady Y/N, dinner is ready, have you seen- Oh my gods, Robb Stark what in the Seven Kingdoms are you doing?” Lady Catelyn asked, seeing you in Robb’s tight embrace. The two of you, startled, jumped back from one another, looking like two teenagers who were just caught fooling around.
“Mother, I can expla-“ Robb started, but Lady Catelyn quickly cut him off. “Robb, thank the gods you’ve finally told Lady Y/N about your feelings for her,” she said pulling the two of you into a hug, “myself and your father were wondering when the two of you would finally admit that you were in love.” She pulled back from the hug with a proud smile on her face. She approved of you two, heck, she and Ned had apparently called it long ago. Robb looked down at you lovingly as Lady Stark flitted out of the room calling you both down to supper, not fully exiting the room before saying “I cannot wait to start planning the wedding!” giving you a wink and a smile before closing the door.

There you were, in the arms of the man you had loved for years, finally admitting your feelings for one another was the best decision, you had decided. You were officially betrothed to Robb Stark, and you couldn’t be happier. He was a Wolf, your Wolf. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Part 2

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ISOLATED COMIC BOOK PANEL #1890A
title: THE AMAZING SCREW-ON HEAD AND OTHER CURIOUS OBJECTS - P79:3
artist: MIKE MIGNOLA
year: 2010

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ISOLATED COMIC BOOK PANEL #1890B
title: MIKE MIGNOLA’S THE AMAZING SCREW-ON HEAD AND OTHER CURIOUS OBJECTS - ARTISTS EDITION
artist: MIKE MIGNOLA
year: 2015

In color AND glorious black and white

Better Angels - Ch. 26

“So. Stealing cars, chérie?”

Lena coughed nervously. “Well. Stealing is an ugly word, innit? Maybe better to stay…borrowing? Mostly.”

Emily rolled her eyes. “Exactly how many of them did you put back when you were finished, sweet?”

Lena stuck her tongue out. “Did you both decide to gang up on me today?”

“I’m just curious,” Amélie objected innocently, “it’s very interesting to learn more about your…colorful…childhood.”

“Hazing a new rider is pretty traditional,” Emily admitted, “and you did invite it a bit with the way you were acting.”

Lena grumbled under her breath as she took a bite of her chicken, then took a sip from a bottle of water before she looked over to where Amélie watched her, her chin resting on her hand. “I told you – in and out of trouble a lot, when I was younger. Some of that trouble was learning a bit about how to boost cars. We’d usually just go for a ride around the neighborhood – and I did return them where I could, thank you – but some were a bit nastier about it. I didn’t spend a lot of time with that lot.”

Amélie hummed softly, raising an eyebrow. “And did that have something to do with your military service?”

Lena chuckled. “What, in front of the judge and go to the Service or go to the dock? Nah. That’s for the movies.” She grinned. “I may not have been able to break the laws of physics back then, but I still was a pretty good sprinter. I never got nicked back in those days, at least not for that.”

Emily smirked. “But you did get caught for a few other things.”

Citizen scientists uncover a cold new world near sun

Backyard Worlds volunteers make first discovery: A cold, close brown dwarf

A new citizen-science tool released earlier this year to help astronomers pinpoint new worlds lurking in the outer reaches of our solar system has already led to a discovery: a brown dwarf a little more than 100 light years away from the Sun. Just six days after the launch of the Backyard Worlds: Planet 9 website in February, four different users alerted the science team to the curious object, whose presence has since been confirmed via an infrared telescope. Details were recently published in the Astrophysical Journal Letters.

“I was so proud of our volunteers as I saw the data on this new cold world coming in,” said Jackie Faherty, a senior scientist in the American Museum of Natural History’s Department of Astrophysics and one of Backyard World’s researchers. “It was a feel-good moment for science.”

The Backyard Worlds project lets anyone with a computer and an internet connection flip through images taken by NASA’s Wide Field Infrared Survey Explorer (WISE) spacecraft. If an object is close enough to Earth, it will appear to “jump” when multiple images taken of the same spot in the sky a few years apart are compared. The goal for Backyard Worlds volunteers–of which there are more than 37,000–is to flag the moving objects they see in these digital flipbooks for further investigation by the science team. So far, volunteers have classified more than 4 million flipbooks.

Days after the Backyard Worlds website debuted on February 15, Bob Fletcher, a science teacher in Tasmania, identified a very faint object moving across the WISE images. It was soon also flagged by three other citizen scientists from Russia, Serbia, and the United States.

After some initial investigation by the research team, which originally called the object “Bob’s dwarf,” Faherty was awarded time on NASA’s Infrared Telescope Facility in Hawaii, where she confirmed that it was a previously unknown brown dwarf just a few hundred degrees warmer than Jupiter. The authors say that sky surveys had missed this object because it’s too faint. All four volunteers are co-authors on the scientific paper announcing the discovery.

Brown dwarfs, sometimes called “failed stars,” are spread throughout the Milky Way. They lack enough mass to sustain nuclear fusion but they are hot enough to glow in the infrared range of the light spectrum.
“Brown dwarfs are strikingly similar to Jupiter so we study their atmospheres in order to look at what weather on other worlds might look like,” said Jonathan Gagné, a Backyard Worlds team member from the Carnegie Institution for Science.

Although the Backyard Worlds research team hopes to find the infamous Planet 9 hiding in our own solar system, these brown dwarfs are also exciting discoveries.

“It’s possible that there is a cold world closer than what we believe to be the closest star to the Sun,” Faherty said. “Given enough time, I think our volunteers are going help to complete the map of our solar neighborhood.”

lesamis  asked:

ohh in case you're still doing the 3 sentence fic thing - combeferre/jehan, literally any AU at all involving dragons? :D

Yes, I’m still doing these, feel free to send more if anyone wants to, these are so much fun! Thank you! 


‘Jehan, if this is another of your morbid humour about apocalyptic Paris…’ Combeferre stopped in mid-sentence to gaze at the curious object in Prouvaire’s rooms, ‘Is it, a draco orientalis magnus?’ he said adjusting his glasses to look at the creature which was covered in tiny metallic scales and was bright red from its snout to its tail which it was swishing lazily; the creature sneezed and a tiny flame shot from its nostrils. 

‘A dragon. I’ve called her Athena,’ Prouvaire said looking happy, ‘My friend brought her from his travels abroad, isn’t she pretty?’ Combeferre thought that pretty was the last word that could be used to describe her, this species alone grew to almost three times the human size and while they were generally herbivores, they were known to be vicious sometimes and required a lot of care.

He was excited at the thought of seeing a live specimen; he hadn’t studied dragon care at college for extra credit just to publish papers on hypothetical dragons, here was one in front of him and it took all his efforts to look serious and unenthusiastic as the foot long dragon went to sleep, ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘she is very pretty.’  

Pantone 1945 color match. A teeny tiny radish. I found it at my local supermarket, amidst the regular size radishes. It just jumped right at me saying “Take my picture, lady!” 😁

You can can find this pretty radish and other curious and mundane objects in my book “Tiny Pantone Objects”. If you didn’t get it for Christmas, get it for yourself for New Year 😉 Available at abramsbooks.com, most book stores, or Amazon.com. Hope you all had a lovely time with your family and friends this Christmas and Holidays!