defense curl

I’ll note that you can get higher!

“A level 100 Shuckle can potentially deal the most damage in one single attack through the use of numerous stat boosters; by using Helping Hand by two different Pokémon in a Triple battle, holding a Metronome, Power Trick, a Skill Swap to Pure Power or Huge Power, 6 Attack boosts, and a Mimiced Me First used on a slower Pokémon using the Defense Curl/Rollout combo. Also, Shuckle’s partner must have the ability Flower Gift and the weather must be sunny. On the 5th turn of using Rollout consecutively without any misses, if used against a level 1 Ledyba, Yanma or Combee with minimum Defense stats, that have been hit with negative Defense modifiers (such as Screech), it can deal 481,266,036 damage with a critical hit.” -Bulbapedia

Klance High School!AU wherein Lance tries to pick Keith up (scientifically speaking)

How was all this supposed to work again?

Lance fiddled with the Bunsen burner, hoping he wouldn’t blow anything up in the process.

“You’re supposed to turn the gas on first, genius,” came a cranky voice to his left. His eyes flicked off to the side and he finally noticed his lab partner slinking into class late, hunched over and looking like he was trying to disappear behind the lab bench.

“You’re supposed to show up for class on time, genius,” Lance bit back. Well, they were off to a great start.

The mysterious lab partner had no retort to that, opting to scoff just loudly enough for only Lance to hear.

“Hey, fuck you, buddy–” Lance’s eyes finally landed on the guy sitting next to him, and holy fucking shit, he was pretty. Sure, he was scowling and he was giving off “stay the hell away from me” vibes like he had to supply enough for the entire universe, but his skin was like porcelain and his eyes were the most beautiful violet Lance had ever seen.

Lance hadn’t even realised he trailed off until a dark eyebrow arched upward in confusion. “Yeah?” the guy challenged.

Lance cleared his throat and got the Bunsen burner lit. “Well, would ya look at that? You lit my fire.” He waggled his eyebrows at his lab partner, whose expression grew increasingly puzzled.

“Huh?”

“So, you come here often?” Lance tried to assume some kind of casual posture and only succeeded in almost igniting his elbow. He cleared his throat again and leaned a little closer to his lab partner, who was already attempting to ignore him and focus on following their lab instructions. He started mixing the solutions that needed to be heated.

“Uh, this is our first class, so…”

“Right. So uh, you must be a hypotonic solution.”

The dark-haired boy stared at him blankly, beakers poised motionless in his hands.

“‘Cause, y’know, you’ve just increased my turgor pressure,” he finished with a wink.

“Uh, I think we should focus on the lab here. We’re supposed to identify the anions based on–”

“Boy, don’t you worry, I’ll be keeping anion your fine behind!”

By now, there were some mildly interested twitters from their classmates, who clearly had nothing better to do than eavesdrop on the conversation. Lance could feel the way Hunk and Pidge failed at containing their snickers from halfway across the lab. Traitors. If only Garrett and Gunderson could’ve been closer to McClain in the alphabet, then maybe Lance could’ve had one of them for a lab partner and not this cute but prickly kid with bad hair and a nice face.

Who was totally not going for any of Lance’s advances…

“Uh, I… thought we were just gonna mix these solutions, get the reactions going, aim for an A and leave?”

Lance waved a flippant hand in the guy’s direction.

“Sure, babe, but I think you’ve already got some reactions going in my–”

“LANCE!” Shiro warned with a harsh note of exasperation from the bench behind them. Oh, right, Shiro was their upper year student tutor for the class, and he was sitting right there supervising them all while their chemistry teacher popped out of the room to replace… stuff.

“Relax, Shiro, I’m just making friends! See, this guy–”

“Keith.”

“See, Keith and I–wait, your name is Keith? What kind of name is that?”

His lab partner crossed his arms defensively and frowned, curling into himself and looking like he regretted supplying his name in the first place. “I don’t know, it’s not like I picked it.”

“Fair enough. Anyway, Keith and I are just science bros. You know, we get some chemistry going on, then I invite him over later to do some hardcore physics with our biology–”

Shiro opened his mouth, probably to reprimand Lance again, but they both froze at the sound filling the room. It was laughter, kind of rough and perhaps unused, but melodic and lovely all the same.

Keith was laughing.

Lance did that. He couldn’t help puffing up a little at the thought.

“Oh my God, you… I can’t believe…” Keith gasped out between guffaws. Lance winked at him.

“It’s okay to be breathless, I have that effect on people.”

Keith swatted at his arm but stopped himself short of actually making contact. “You’re such a moron!” he cried, but he was still laughing and his eyes were watering a little, drops of moisture catching the light on his long, dark eyelashes. Lance’s heart rate picked up more than he’d like to admit.

“Now can I be your derivative so I can lie tangent to your curves?”

Keith rolled his eyes but he was still smiling as he poured another carefully-measured reagent into their test tube over the Bunsen burner.

“Maybe you should consider being co-linear so you can just touch me all over?”

If Lance had anything in his mouth, he would have had an incredibly unfortunate spit-take. As it was, Shiro looked positively scandalized and it made a wicked sense of glee rise up in Lance’s chest.

“So after school today, I think we have a lot of bonding to do, don’t you?”

Keith looked away coyly but Lance could see the colour staining his cheeks. His already inflated ego was blooming at the sight.

Pidge and Hunk could be heard groaning from their lab bench. Pidge was staring at their precipitate as if contemplating drinking the nasty chemical sludge to spare her Lance’s antics. Hunk was rubbing patient, soothing circles on her back.

Shiro finally barked out, “McClain, Kogane! Detention this afternoon. DO NOT show up together, and keep your damn hands to yourselves!”


I freaking loved high school science. Math I was not as fond of, but I still enjoyed some classic calculus humour. I imagine that Keith would probably not be super warm on initial meetings but he’d crack under Lance’s antics (I mean, who wouldn’t? He’d be the cutest class clown) sooner or later. Maybe it doesn’t seem 100% in character, but that’s the beauty of an AU–we get to explore characterization in settings that allow the same character to follow a different path and perhaps the influences from their environment can really shape their final character development and relationships with other people.

Lance is the cutest nerd. He may not get the highest marks, but what matters is how much he engages with stuff and how much fun he has with it. <3

Happy Lance Month!

Enchanted // Moon Bin

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the prompt: may I please request the mermaid/enchanted voice au with Moonbin of Astro??
(from this au) “I’m a mermaid/merman, and you’ve fallen in love with my voice. How do I break it to you that you don’t actually love me, you’re just enchanted?”

words: 3922

category: fluff + angst

author note: have you guys heard the new astro songs yet? the aroha song is so sweet! for this scenario i decided to make moonbin the mermaid rather than the reader, which i feel like was the best decision bc now i’m in love with this mermaid au. also, i might do a spin-off of this for eunwoo?? or a sequel for bin?? probably both?? anyway, pls enjoy merman bin~

- destinee

Originally posted by starryeunwoo


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Divided: Part 20

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 1832

Summary: Your journey with T’Challa takes an unexpected turn as he causes you to question things about your relationship and yourself. 

Authors Note:  I am still technically on hiatus for one more week until my sister’s wedding is over, but I had a bit of time today and figured that you guys might enjoy this. Plus I’ve been feeling like shit and could use a small confidence boost before the wedding. <3  I always love hearing from you all, so drop a line with thoughts or predictions!  Tagging is open, just ask, if you are on my tag list and your username has changed PLEASE let me know!

Divided: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19


“You’re never going to find him.” You snarl, your arms crossed against the thick leather belt that held you against the chair. “Do you ever stop talking?” T’Challa rolls his eyes in front of you, his fingers flexing in annoyance as they curl tighter around the steering stick.

“Nope.” You pop your lips, the sound making him wince slightly, “Better get used to it T.C. You’re the one that pulled me from my team and dragged me on your wild goose chase. You can let me off anytime…” You taunt, narrowing your eyes in annoyance.

He refuses to acknowledge you, his gaze darting briefly to the radar as he flies slightly to the left, correcting his course. “Come on T.C. we’ve been screwing around in the air for hours now. I know for a fact it does not take this long to get to Wakanda.”

He smiles slightly, biting his lip as you suddenly start with surprise. “We’re… we’re not going to Wakanda… are we?” You ask in confusion, your brow furrowing slightly at him, his silence causing your heart to beat faster, each thump echoing in your ears.

“Then where… where are we going?” You feverishly glance around through the windows of the cockpit, trying to get your bearings but all you see is black as the rain whips along the outside.

T’Challa smiles slightly, as if he knows something you don’t, “I don’t know yet.” T’Challa speaks slowly, his patience waning as he stares at the radar screen. Suddenly a large area of the radar becomes illuminated as you hear a deafening rumble from below.

“What is that?” You search wildly for answers as you try to look out through the darkened windows of the small jet, but you are unable to see anything but the black sea. T’Challa reacts quickly, causing the plane to tumble sharply to the right, turning at a tight angle to skirt along the sea, shaking with turbulence under the full force of the storm.

“What are you doing!?” You yell, gripping onto the leather straps as T’Challa lets out a slightly exhilarated laugh. “Finding out where we are going… wasn’t that your request?” He chuckles, explaining himself as if none of his flying technique was out of the ordinary.

You glance forward to see a large fortress rise from the ocean, as if it were a fabled sea monster rising beneath the surface, it’s iron jaws springing open to release a small helicopter before closing quickly as it descends back to its home in the depths of the black water.

T’Challa raises the jet slightly, elevating up to the clouds, quickly chasing the small helicopter. “Stark.” You breathe, reading the name emblazoned on the side of the chopper, “We’re following Stark?” You question as T’challa sinks the jet into the clouds, his eyes carefully watching the helicopter above.

“Oh come on… you could at least fucking answer me.” You huff, crossing your arms across your chest once more, your annoyance peaking at being ignored. There is a small flash of light in the distance below the chopper, a slight bit of movement ruffling over the roof of the jet, though nothing appears on the radar.

T’Challa moves quickly, tilting the jet directly upwards as he rolls into position, turning to follow the small streak in the air. “Stark… He knows something… He knows where we are going.” T’Challa affirms, finally providing you with some answers, however cryptic they were.

You sit there staring straight ahead in bewilderment as T’Challa flicks the controls, setting the plane to increase in speed as you follow the air current of Stark’s suit, keeping a safe distance.

“Why won’t you just listen to reason T’Challa. You are King now, your people rely on you, to lead them, to take care of them. But instead you gallivant off in chase of false vengeance?” You spit forward at the would be king, hoping to talk some sense into him.

“How much you think you know, but how little you understand, young arachnid. My father will not know rest until his murderer faces justice, it is my duty to see it done.” T’Challa speaks firmly, his tone biting as you recoil slightly at the sharpness of his tone.

You take a deep breath, your attitude returning in full force as you find your voice once again, never being one to lose it for long. “First off, how many times do I have to tell you? Bucky did not kill your father, it was this crazy guy who impersonated the psychiatrist, he has a plan to awaken these deadly assassins in…” You stop yourself before giving away the location, not wanting to aid T’Challa in his quest.

“He didn’t do it T’Challa, you’ll see I’m right in the end.” You finish, your voice losing its hostile tone, as you implore him to hear you. “And the second thing?” T’Challa asks quietly, requesting the latter part of your argument.

“The name is scorpion, not arachnid.” You speak firmly, declaring your title for his use. He nods, smiling slightly at your defiant tone.

“Ah, yes, the scorpion. Known for its stinger, dulling out critical hits from a small puncture wound.” He speaks softly, chuckling slightly to himself, “Tell me scorpion, is that the only reason for your title? Your exceptional ability with knives?” He raises an eyebrow.

You don’t respond, not knowing where he is going with the question, confused at T’Challa’s sudden desire to talk to you. “No.” He answers softly, responding to his own question, “I believe not. It is not just your deadly skill… it is your nature… to defend yourself; to attack.” He speaks slowly, his words swirling in your head as something tenses inside your chest.

You bite your lip, your eyes stinging slightly as tears prick at the back of them. Your fist curl into defensive balls as your shoulders roll back into a broad position. You couldn’t quite explain why T’Challa’s words were causing such a visceral reaction in you, or why his simple statement caused your stomach to twist into knots, but the dark truth of his words caused every hair on your body to stand on edge.

“I spoke once before about the story of the scorpion and the turtle. In my culture, we tell this to growing children when they reach the age where they begin to find themselves.” He takes a deep breath as you watch him, your shoulders tense, awaiting his lecture.

“One day a scorpion needed to cross a river, so it implores a turtle to please carry it across the river. At first, the turtle hesitates, unsure of whether or not to trust the scorpion, fearing that it might be stung.” He begins, you roll your eyes as he lectures you.

“The scorpion argues with the turtle, reasoning that if it was to sting him, then they would both drown… The turtle considers this, realizing the logic of the scorpion’s argument and agrees to carry the young scorpion across.” T’Challa speaks slowly, wanting every word to resonate with you.

“And let me guess,” you snarl, your anger flaring forcefully in your chest, “The scorpion stung the stupid turtle anyway.”

“Yes.” T’Challa said simply, “The scorpion stung the turtle, dooming them both. And when the turtle asked the scorpion why, do you know what it said?” You stay silent, knowing him well enough to predict that he was about to answer his own question.

“The Scorpion replies that it was in its nature to do so.” T’Challa falls silent, waiting to see the effect that the story had on you.

“So what? You’re saying that I am self-destructive? You’re not the first one to notice that T.C.” You snarl, your defenses rising again. “Besides the turtle should have been looking out for himself, you expect me to believe that his shell failed to shield him? Or that he was actually dumb enough to believe the scorpion?”

“You miss the point young one.” He interrupts you, recognizing the defensive tone in your voice, “The scorpion does not sting the turtle for self-destruction. The scorpion is fundamentally vicious… vicious in its nature… it will not change.” T’Challa finishes, falling silent once again, leaving you to think.

“So is it about me? Are you saying I’m vicious?” Your hostility rises as his insults sting inside of you, touching on nerves of truth that you subconsciously kept controlled.

“I’m not saying anything, Y/N. It’s just a story…” He smirks to himself as you sit behind him in silence. His words reverberating in your head.

Who was he talking about? What was he talking about? What all does he know? Your heart pounds quickly as your mind races, is he referring to what I did to Steve… how I hurt him, how I stung him? So if I am the scorpion… Then is Steve the turtle… Or is Bucky now the turtle? Your eyes squeeze shut, your head aching slightly with your swirling thoughts.

Is Bucky the scorpion? It would not be far off that T’Challa thinks him vicious…Why insist on telling me this story if there is no point to it? You glance through the window, noticing the terrain had changed in the time you had gotten lost in your swirling thoughts. The area outside had become mountainous, snow coating the ground and peaks of the rising crests.

“Where… where are we?” You ask, getting nervous at the sight of your new location. T’Challa does not answer you, remaining silent as he fiddles with the controls at his fingertips, his eyes never moving from the wind shield.

“T’Challa,” you speak more firmly, demanding him to answer you, “We are passing over western Russia at the moment.” He says quietly, paying careful attention to your quickening breath at his words.

He knows. He knows Bucky is in Siberia. “T’Challa,” You start slowly, knowing your hand had already been played for you. Your only hope now is to reason with him on your lover’s behalf.

“I am done listening to your arguments Y/N. I have heard your words and have weighed them against my evidence. They have been found wanting.” T’Challa speaks quickly, his tone calm, but assertive. “I will do you the service of taking him captive. Thus leaving him alive, and able to stand trial. This is all I will guarantee you.”

You sit silently, thinking through T’Challa’s offer, knowing at the least it was a guarantee of Bucky, remaining alive… T’Challa would give him a trial, he would see once and for all that Bucky was innocent, you were willing to take those odds.

You smile slightly, now understanding Natasha’s promise that she was doing you a favor. At the very least you had the guarantee of Bucky’s survival… Your stomach clenches as you suddenly realize how faint of a guarantee that was, knowing full well what Steve and Bucky had headed towards, hoping that Tony, T’Challa and yourself would be enough to help them.


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snow in april (chapter 5 of 8)

deadalive au, casefile

one /// two /// three /// four

Mulder jolted in place, fumbling for his gun before he remembered that he didn’t have it. His hand slipped uselessly down the side of the quilt and he looked back up towards the window, pulse thundering in his ears.

The scarecrow was gone.

Heart pounding and not entirely sure if he’d imagined it or not, Mulder scrambled to his feet. It had gotten a hundred times colder, it seemed; his breaths came out in puffs and the cold floor was like needles under his bare feet. He went into the kitchen and fumbled in the dark for some kind of defense. His fingers curled around the handle of a knife and he snatched it up. The moonlight bounced off the blade as he held it threateningly out in front of him. Silence in the room outside of his ragged breathing.

He needed to see Scully. He needed to make sure she was okay. He stumbled to the door, knife held down by his side, and opened it clumsily, whispering, “Scully?” frantically.

A murmur before the figure in the bed moved. “Mulder, what is it?” she mumbled, shoving at the quilts. He couldn’t deduce her mood by her voice.

“I… just wanted to check on you,” he said as the memory of their fight came crashing down on him. “And I wanted to…”

He made the mistake of looking towards the window. The scarecrow was back, and it seemed to be smirking at him.

“Scully!”

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111- Defense Curl

Normal Type: Protection. A spell to keep you safe from harm as you pass through a potentially dangerous place.

What You’ll Need~

  • Some kind of sphere
  • Mint
  • Water
  • A freezer
  • A container

Procedure~

  1. Use a round object, preferably small and made of a hard material. This represents you.
  2. Rub mint on the surface of your sphere. This is to establish the aura of protection around yourself.
  3. Place your ball into a container full of water, and at this point say “From freezing point to when you thaw, I am protected, and will be safe from all harm…” you can finish this sentence with ‘as I pass through (area or scenario of concern.)’
  4. Place in your freezer. When you no longer need the spell, take out your container and let the water in it melt, freeing your sphere, and ending the spell.

TIPS

  • As usual, you should use an object that will properly represent you.
  • This spell does not have to be used exclusively on physical places.
  • Also, this is not a tip, but typing the word “sphere” over and over again is really weird.
Don’t be Fooled

A/N: Requested by an anon for a Jealous/Protective Jughead. I’m always open for requests.

Special thanks for @itstenafterfour and @brownhairedbetty for helping me

Betty believes the Serpents are innocent. Sadly others don’t share the same sentiment.


They stroll together, fingers entwined. Side by side their feet move in the same rhythm, pleasing both of them.

The cars on the street pass by, some going faster than others. However, neither could care less. They’d long closed off the bothersome noise of the vehicles, preferring to stay in their little world.

“Y’know Jughead…” His eyes moved from the pavement to his girlfriend at the mention of his name. His lips curl into a smile.

“What?” He asks.

“Spending time with you like this is…” Betty trailing off she lifts her head up, and stares up at the inky sky, dotted with countless sparkles of white. Taking a moment to consider her next word, hoping it’d properly express how she feels, she speaks up.

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Forgotten Outlaw - Jason Todd x Reader

A/N: I’ll be honest I don’t watch a whole lot of Marvel so I kinda bsed the Marvel-ish part of this prompt. 

Prompt: I got this idea stuck in my head that maybe like blackmask bought Bizzaro, there could be another person, the reader, who is a former soldier presumed dead who was experimented on and has a metal arm (basically Bucky Barnes’ back story) and Jason finds her and helps her and they develop a friendship (then romance) and he helps her deal with the guilt and ptsd and her insecurities about the metal arm and she eventually becomes a vigilante

“Wait Red Him.” Bizzaro stopped suddenly as they were trying to escape Black Mask’s compound. Jason stopped in his track and internally groaned. What could possibly be the matter now?

“Seriously? We need to leave.” Jason pushed.

“First save Voice Her.” Bizzaro said before bounding off in the opposite direction. Jason had no choice but follow after him. They ran deeper and deeper into the compound and eventually came to a laboratory that was under lockdown. The doors were sealed shut with thick steel doors and giant padlocks. For a normal person, there was no getting through that door but Bizzaro was undeterred. He dug his fingers into the steel as if it were butter and yanked the door off of it’s hinges.

“Holy shit!” Jason called out, jumping out of the way of the door that Bizzaro just casually tossed aside.

The lab was filled to the brim with various equipment but his eye was immediately drawn to the center of the room where a woman lay strapped to a slab.

“Is this her? Is this Voice Her?” Jason asked,

“This Her.” Bizzaro responded. Jason nodded and pulled his knife out to cut through you binds. He lifted you up into his arms and motioned towards the clone that it was time to leave. Bizzaro ran ahead of Jason, making sure to take out anyone who got in his way. As soon as they were in the clear he took you to the Outlaws headquarters at Ma Gunn’s orphanage.

He set you down carefully in his bed and that’s when he noticed your arm for the first time. The coolness of your metal arm caught him off guard when he was pulling the covers over you. The appendage extended from your hand all the way up to your shoulder. Despite it looking completely solid it was clearly quite mobile.

Jason stayed by your side all night, making sure that you were alright but also making sure you didn’t run off and start causing havoc in the city. He didn’t know who you were so he needed to take every precaution.

When you woke up your eyes shot open and you immediately jumped out of bed and braced yourself in a defensive position, Your lip curled up in an animalistic snarl and you looked just about ready to rip Jason’s throat out.

“Who are you and where the fuck am I?” You demanded in a low growl. Jason raised his hands in defeat.

“Relax. I’m the one who saved you. I’m more than willing to take you back if that’s what you prefer.” He retorted  You lowered your guard but only slightly.

“Who are you?” You repeated, dropping your arms down to your side.

“Jason Todd. And you might be?”

“I don’t remember.” You frowned, your eyes going off into a distant world far from here for the briefest moments.

“Well whoever you are, you’re welcome to stay here until you’re back on your feet.” Jason said turning to leave the room to give you some privacy. He stopped in the doorway and turned back to ask a question that had been bugging him since he first saw you. “Bizzaro, the Superman clone, he calls you ‘Voice her’. Why is that?” He asked. You hesitated before answering but you figured the question was innocent enough.

“I-I used to sing when I was alone in my cell. Most days it was the only thing standing between me and madness. I think he liked to hear me sing. It comforted us both.” You said.

“You must have one hell of a voice.” He commented.

“Not really no.” You frowned and an awkward silence fell between you.

“Right. Well … make yourself at home. I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.” Jason replied awkwardly before leaving you alone in the room.

Over the next couple of days you remained holed up in the bedroom, only coming out when you needed to. Eventually you started spending more and more time around the Outlaws and they started to grow on you. You and Artemis became thick as thieves. With Bizzaro, you were a calming confidant. Sometimes you would sing to him when he asked you to.

Jason though … your relationship was a little more complicated. Some days you were friends, some days the two of you were constantly at each other’s throats, and other days you could swear that he looked at like he wanted more. You’re never quite sure where you stood with him. You and Jason did this ‘will they, won’t they?’ game for longer than you’d care to admit.

You joined up with the Outlaws shortly after they saved you and you had to admit that you worked well together. Slowly but surely your memories of your past life started filtering back to you in flashes. You still didn’t remember much but Jay helped you to sort through it all.

Apparently you were once a soldier once upon a time. You were caught in an explosion and lost your arm in the backfire. Things got fuzzy after that but you remember a grinning bald man promising a new life, a new arm. Then nothing until sirens are ringing in your ear and a man in a red mask cradled in his arms.

“Hey, are you alright?” Jason asked, catching you staring at your clenched metallic fist. Jason’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you lowered your arms to your side.

“I’m fine.” You said.

“Are you remembering more?” He asked.

“No, nothing.” You sighed. “I think I’m better off not knowing. There’s such a big gap in my memory. I don’t want to know what they did to me, Jason.” You admitted. Jason reached over and intertwined his hand with your artificial one. He lifted your clasped hands and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.

“[Y/N] I know this shit is scary and I know whatever your brain is blocking out isn’t pleasant, but I’m here for you. For whatever you need.” Jason promised.

“Can you be honest with me right now, Jay?” You asked.

“Of course.”

“What is this … you know us?” You asked, tightening your grip on his hand. He winced ever so slightly at the strength of your inhuman hand. He tried to cover up his reaction but you saw and started to pull away. You hated that you couldn’t even get the simple things right. Jason’s hand caught yours before you could pull away.

“Hey, this is whatever you want it to be.” He reassured you. “And before you get caught up in your head, I don’t care about your arm or your past or whatever other reason you can possibly come up with.” He continued when he saw you open your mouth to argue with him.

“Really?” You asked. He smirked ever so slightly and cradled your cheeks in his hands before leaning in and pressing a soft tender kiss to your lips.

“Is that answer enough?” He whispered against your lips.

“I don’t know. I might need you to repeat yourself.” You said with a ghost of a smile playing at your lips.

“With pleasure.”

dear future soulmate(s);

i am sorry if i act crazy or defensive
or if i curl up in sadness or fear
i am sorry for random outbursts & silent nights
i am sorry for being too cozy or too detached
i am sorry if i still hurt myself intentionally
i am sorry if i tell you i am fine when we both know i’m not

i am a wild card & i am depression

i forgot what happiness tasted like
so i’ll need you to kiss me every moment you have
i forgot how sunshine feels in my veins
so i’ll need you to touch me when i ask you to

i am sorry if i seem distant in another world
or when my eyes turn to glass
etch me a poem on my skin with your fingers
& i’ll melt in your touch

i am sorry if i am too needy
i have been alone for way too long
i am sorry if the bad nights are too often & the good nights too little
i am diseased with my own mind
& i can’t ever keep it together

i am sorry if it doesn’t seem i love you
but i will love you always
even when i ask to be alone to cry
or when i ask you to curl in bed with me

my love shows in many forms
even in the darkening silence, it’s there, whispering to you
you need a patient ear & an open heart
i will put every ounce of effort into you
& i do not expect it in return, for i am too forgiving & selfless

i will write you poetry & sing you to sleep
i will dream of you when i am sad & miss you when you are gone
i will protect your heart inside of mine
with no promises kept on your end

i am sorry if you say i’m not good enough this time
i am sorry if it feels like i didn’t try my best

but i promise to always try
as long as you’ll let me


twelve step program / making amends / letter eleven / final forgiveness

Package Deal

Seth Clearwater imagine requested by casismyguardianangel! “Could I get Seth/Imprint!Reader please? They’re hanging out & Seth just starts tickling her & after a while he kisses her, & just when they start getting into it the pack comes in & starts teasing him that he can’t leave her alone? Love the blog!” Hope you like it!

It was difficult to be beside Seth and feel the full weight of the clouds looming overhead; he was the human incarnation of sunlight, of fire. His warmth radiated through his palms and over your skin like smooth stones warmed by the afternoon’s heat, his smile tore through the overcast skies above, banishing the oncoming rain… if only for a little while. His skin was drenched in golden light as the sun set over the silvery waters, bursting forth through the clouds as it descended over the sea. The storming breeze blew the easy scent of salt over your cheeks in course waves, stirring strands of hair about your face, tendrils brushing against Seth’s exposed shoulder, his eyes catching yours at the contact. He was practically glowing beneath the sun’s shimmering light, his eyes sparkling with mischievous humour as he caught a straying strand of hair between his index finger and thumb. He reached behind your ear, tucking the hair back into place, his lips pressing gently to your cheek. What little gooseflesh you had accumulated from the passing breeze was banished by Seth’s delectable heat, his kiss spreading through to your fingertips and toes. To him, it could have been the silliest, flimsiest, farthest from concrete gesture in the world, but to you… to you, it was everything. You sighed, resting your head against his shoulder, his arm winding around your waist in response. Easy.

It was simple being with Seth, especially after he’d decided to clue you in on why he suddenly spent his limited free-time walking beside you like a hulking shadow. Before, he was merely a force of childish joy, ever-present in your life, always eager and more than willing to brighten your day. You had your arguments and your reconciliations, your disagreements and fervent like-mindedness, but he was never… he was never this intense. After he phased, once his hair had been shorn and his temperature rose… well, once he came bouncing back to brighten your day, his world and yours became perfectly aligned. It was as if he was made to be your protector. His presence was limited now, what with his duties to the pack interfering with how frequently he could superglue himself to your hip, but what little time he spent bipedal, he spent with you. He was a presence glowing like embers, the flames of his companionship lapping around you gloriously. Just today, he’d slipped away from his rounds long enough to knock on your door and drag you down to First Beach, all but throwing you over his shoulder (it’s not like the weight of another human was much of a strain for him anymore, he made that very clear) as you struggled to keep up with his excited pace. He oftentimes forgot you were only human. He lead you to the bluffs overlooking the pebbles leading up to the shoreline, patting a relatively reed-free plot of sandy earth, beckoning you to join him. Your feet dangled over the ledge, your heels occasionally touching back against the wall of sand that held you over the shore.

With his arm around you, you’d never felt more secure. The bluffs could have given way and dumped you both onto the stones below, but somehow you knew Seth would keep you grounded. If you were to fall, you wouldn’t suffer a single scratch. That was in the contract, you supposed, when it came to imprinting. Eternal best friend, cheerful companion, shoulder to lean on when the world threatened to swallow you… Seth wouldn’t let anything hurt you, no questions or doubts in your mind. Even now, he sheltered you from the wind, his body (now heavily muscled) shielding yours from the worst of the off-sea breeze as it whipped around his side of the sandy hill. Your cheek burned still with the borrowed heat of Seth’s quick kiss, your skin blazing crimson from the contact. He’d never been one to shy away from the more intimate side of friendship, be it a lingering embrace, holding hands as you climbed over the forest’s carnage left after a storm, or even stealing a kiss on the cheek when he thought you were in a good enough mood not to chase him down for making the attempt. Lately, though, his every action seemed heavier, as if there was a weight to his movements that he fought to conceal from you. Protector or not, he maintained his mannerisms, but his change in structure had come paired with a noticeable difference. It wasn’t just in the way he moved, his eagerness to see you… it was in his hand as it clasped your waist, his head as it tilted towards yours on his shoulder, and it was in his kiss. It wasn’t the mischievous sort of peck he used to snag when the two of you were on the edge of an argument. It was far more.

“Y/n? You still alive in there?” Seth chuckled, waving his unoccupied hand before your face, his movement blocking out the sun in bursts of darkness and blinding light. When you lifted your face, disoriented, his laughter amplified. “You went glassy behind the eyes for a second. Thought I lost you,” he jested, his smile widening when you heaved your weight through his body, knocking him off-balance for a mere second. You knew he was humouring you, but it was satisfying nonetheless. “There she is,” he mumbled, his voice low on the wind and punctuated with softened laughter. “Just checking.” You rolled your eyes, leaning into his side much gentler this time around, allowing him to support your weight, his arm snaking back around your waist. You snuggled closer to him, inhaling the sweet scent of saltwater and cedar as it lifted from his skin, your eyes closing with contentment.

“I’m allowed to zone out for a while, Seth. Doesn’t mean I’m never coming back, just that my attention is somewhere else.” Seth huffed a sigh, his breath short and tainted by humour. You smiled at his dramatized reaction to your comment, the joking injury in his movement pulling your lips up at the corners. You buried your smile in the smooth expanse of his shoulder, your lips brushing against the warmth of his skin. He exhaled once more, shifting his weight until he could manage to clasp both of his hands around your waist, pulling you into his side.

“Never thought I’d have to fight with a beach for your attention,” he whispered, his voice springy with playfulness. You prepared your retort, but before you could speak, Seth was turning into you, abandoning the beauty of the sunset to focus on your face, his hands now clasped around your back. It was not uncomfortable, being close to him, but there was a warmth radiating from his eyes that had your nerves buzzing with anticipation. He sucked the air through his teeth, nodding his head in what appeared to be acceptance, his eyes closing as if wounded by his situation before they snapped open, locking on yours. “I’ll take the challenge.” He gave you but a second’s notice before he pounced, his hands spreading to either side of your body, finding purchase on your waist and over your ribs, activating your pressure points and fluttering over the skin his movement exposed. Your initial shriek of surprise soon melted into laughter as Seth’s hands tickled over your body, his devilish grin consuming your view, his eyes sparkling as your giggles filtered through the air. You collapsed in on yourself, your spine pressing into the stiffness of the reeds as you fought to defend your abdomen from Seth’s ruthless attacks. Your knees pressed upward to divide your bodies, but Seth quickly shifted his hips and blocked your last line of defense, his torso curling over yours as his hands moved like feathers over your exposed skin. You twisted and contorted to get away from him, your eyes watering from the force of your laughter, his own soon joining with yours, forming a joyful melody in the space above your heads.

His hands slowed then, smoothing over your waist before falling to the sun-baked grasses around you, your body heaving beneath him form the exertion of your defense. You caught your breath slowly, inhaling in quick bursts as you recovered. A single tear broke from the outermost corner of your eye to fall towards your temple. Seth’s expression shifted, his brow furrowing slightly as the sandy pad of his thumb lifted to your face, swiping the tear from its track, his palm molding to your cheek within the same heartbeat. Your cheeks glowed beneath him, both from your previous activity as well as from the heat building in your tightening chest. You watched Seth’s eyes darken as you’d never seen them before, a resolution setting like concrete somewhere far behind his irises. His tongue darted over his lips, his eyes shifting to stare down at your own, and he bent his face to yours. His lips pressed softly to your mouth, your world fuzzing at the edges before you had the sense to close your eyes. He enveloped you in warmth, his torso bending to meet yours as the combination of his lips and hands pulled your body from the earth. His hands secured you to his chest, your arms winding around his neck, your fingers trailing over the newly shorn hair at the back of his head. He broke from you then, his eyes glowing warmly, his lips parting over a victorious smile. You laughed aloud, your heart beating through the bones holding it in your chest, your hand smoothing over the wide plane of his cheekbone.

“Where did that come from?” you inquired, your voice breathy. Seth barely moved, save for the expansion of his already full-to-bursting joyful smile.

“Comes with the package,” he whispered, his lips already set to reunite with yours. Your hands cupped his cheeks, angling his face to mold to your own, his teeth nipping along your bottom lip as you clung to each other, heat flooding your brain as the sunlight flashed on the backdrop of your eyelids. You twisted in his arms, your lips parting from his to press to the curve of his jaw, his hands clenching as they roamed your back, his lips chasing yours until you were together once more. Even as absorbed as you were within Seth’s embrace, you couldn’t ignore the sound of yelling behind you. You pulled from his hold on you, turning around to address the shouting only to find the majority of the pack bursting from the edge of the forest, their mouths upturned at the sight of their brother locked at the lips with his imprint.

“Jesus, Seth, let the poor girl breathe,” Jared chuckled, his eyes rolling as Seth ran his hands through his hair, his eyes screaming apologies to yours.

“Relax, he’ll learn soon enough. You’ve gotta come up for air every now and then. Just like swimming,” Paul added, jogging closer to clap Seth on the back, winking in your direction. “Proud of you, little man.” Seth huffed at his pack-mate’s jokes, his eyes expectant on Jacob as he approached. He merely gave him a pat on the shoulder, noticeably gentler, averting his eyes as he continued on his way. They were gone as quickly as they had come, but they’d done their damage to the scene. Seth met your eyes with a sheepish embarrassment that lifted the laughter from your chest, your hand running through the short strands of his hair. He joined you, allowing you to climb into his lap and rest against his chest, your eyes on the last rays of sun as they dove beneath the surface of the ocean, his arms spreading warmth along your back. You rested, surrounded by fire and salt and cedar, until the world was no longer light.

anonymous asked:

Maybe to start off the blog, 2d meeting his S/O for the first time?

(I feel like it could’ve been cuter but damn it, it’s good enough!)

‘What the fuck do you mean you didn’t write anything new yesterday?! I thought that was what you were doing in your room all fucking day?!’ Murdoc yelled at a defensively curled up 2D.
‘B-But my head, I took some migraine and then sleeping pills and I must’ve fallen asleep fast!’ 2D cried back, folding his lanky body up on the sofa and cradling his head in his large hands.
'You always do that! Mixing pills and basically fucking overdosing! In fact I’m changing your name, you’re not 2D anymore, you’re now gonna be known as fucking OD’ Murdoc snarled, getting closer into 2D’s face and reeling his hand back as in to punch him while 2D yelped and covered his face with his hands before Russel pitched in.
'Lay off him, Murdoc, we all know his migraines have been getting worse recently’
'Yea! T-That’s true! Plus I can’t sleep without mixing my pills anymore’ 2D added.
'I don’t care! I’m not letting us disappear again, I want more new-’ Murdoc growled again, making 2D cower once more until he was cut off.
'Hey guys, I brought a friend over, so leave us alone, Kay?’ Noodle spoke, poking her head in the doorway and fixing each of the boys with a 'don’t piss me off’ stare before bounding back out the room and into her room, dragging her friend along behind her.
'Hey- Wait! We’re supposed to be having a band meet- Why do I even fucking bother? But fine, you-’ Murdoc spoke, pointing at 2D, 'write some new material. And you-’ he continued, pointing at Russel, 'I don’t fucking know, drum something’ before storming out the room and slamming the door, leaving 2D and Russel to look at each other with blank stares.
———
Sitting at the kitchen table with an open notebook in front of him 2D tapped a pen against his temple trying to focus more on the words swimming within his mind rather than the beginning of a dull ache at the base of his skull.
Groaning in discomfort he dropped the pen against the table and shut his eyes as ran his hands through his already messy hair, ruffling it further so the strands stood on end.
'Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone would be in here’ a voice spoke from a few feet away, making him jump as it broke the silence around him.
His head shot up, bleary eyes settling on the form that stood in the kitchen doorway.
'Uhh’ was all he said as he squinted, his blurry sight making it difficult to see who was standing in the doorway.
'Sorry, I’m (Y/N), Noodles friend?’ You spoke, finding yourself walking closer to the blue haired man, 'Sorry I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself earlier, but you looked like you were busy’ you grinned nervously, awkwardly sticking your hand out for a handshake.
2D was too lost in his own thought though, as you had walked closer it was easier for him to make out your appearance and features. Now, 2D wasn’t the type of guy who found himself flustered by girls, he’d been experiencing girls throwing themselves at him for years now. But there was something about the way you seemed to almost trip over yourself trying to be polite and friendly that it made you seem even more awkward, he found it cute.
'Err, sorry, I just came down to grab a drink, Noodle said she wanted a Coke and she had a stash hidden somewhere in here. I mean she would’ve come down herself but her cat decided to have a nap on her so obviously she couldn’t move, it would’ve been cruel’ you laughed nervously, noting how he continued to stare at you and how he’d left you to stand there with your hand outstretched like an idiot.
After a few moments more of him staring in silence you began to get a little more weirded out.
'Okay, well I’m just gonna, uh, go’ you spoke, shuffling out of his view, finally snapping him our from his trance.
'Wha? Oh, damn it, sorry. I’ve been getting a migraine all day and it’s been messing with my head’ 2D cried, jumping out from his seat and in front of you, making you jump slightly at his lanky figure towering over your shorter frame.
'Oh! Oh, it’s fine, but if you want I’ve got some dissolvable paracetamol in my bag I can give you? It works so much faster than normal paracetamol. Give me like two minutes and I’ll go get them for you!’ You grinned up at him, quickly placing your hands on his arms, making an electrical surge shoot through his skin from where you touched him, before suddenly pulling away and darting back out the room to get your bag.
2D continued to stare after you with a soft smile on his face, he knew your paracetamol wouldn’t be enough to ease the type of migraines he got but he found you so adorable, he honestly didn’t have the heart to tell you.

hey brother

A gift for @paperjam-bipper

Moana sat on the edge of the canoe, her legs in the water, watching the unfamiliar island. Her parents had gone out at noon, looking for the source of the smoke they had seen on their way in, and the bright little lights on the mountainside. The sun was starting to set, and they weren’t back yet.

There was a flutter of wings, a splash, a muffled curse, and the sound of a disgruntled demigod climbing onto the canoe. Moana grinned to herself.

“Hey, Maui.”

The boat rocked when Maui sat down, flinging his arm around Moana’s shoulders. Anyone else would have buckled under the weight, but the Chief of Motunui was used to the demigod’s surprise attacks, and just laughed.

“Are your parents back yet, Curly?” he pulled her against him a little, and the anxious knot in her stomach unraveled.

“Yes, they’re just invisible,” Moana said, closing her eyes and leaning into Maui’s shoulder. He laughed softly and pulled her closer still.

“Sure they are. And they just left you to shiver.”

“Is that why you’re cuddling me?”

Maui chuckled sheepishly, like a child caught with something sweet before dinner, and shifted so he could wrap both arms around her. “It’s one of the reasons.”

“Maui!” she laughed, but she tucked herself into his arms obligingly, throwing her legs over his lap.

“Hey, if you were alone for a thousand years, you’d be touch-starved too.”

Moana blinked, pulling away slightly. “Maui, it’s been three years,”

“I’ve got a lot of time to make up for,” he shot back, but the defensiveness melted when she curled against him, and they fell into a comfortable silence.

The stars were fading into view by the time Tui and Sina emerged from the forest, smiling but nervous, followed by a tattooed stranger in a headdress. Sina waded the two steps to their canoe, grabbing Moana’s arm before she could run toward the shore.

“There’s one thing you need to be aware of, Moana. These villagers have a different belief system than us. They don’t believe in gods, or demigods.” She glanced uncomfortably at Maui, who smiled back widely.

“That’s fine,” he stood, resting his elbow on Moana’s head and kicking his fishhook backward on the boat, out of view. “I’ll just be the Chief’s brother.”

Moana stared at him, surprise, confusion, and adoration mixing on her face, until she threw her arms around his neck, toes dragging in the water as she hung on to him. Maui laughed, loud and unbothered, and tossed her onto the sand. She scrambled to her feet and threw a handful of sand at him, shrieking with laughter. Maui barreled into her, throwing her over his shoulder and spinning in a circle before dumping her back on her feet.

“I’m Moana, Chief of Motunui.” Moana giggled. “And this is my brother Maui.”

Maui bowed, then straightened and gave the man in the headdress a winning smile, tossing his hair over his shoulder. “Nice to meet you.”

Blizzard spell fails (FFXV hc)

I told you there’s more to come. I got the HC(s) from @chocobro-hijinks


HC used: “that time noctis used blizzaga while they’re fighting in a cauthess crater or the vesperpool and eVERYONE IS LIVID BECAUSE NOW THEY’RE STUCK ANKLE-DEEP IN SOLID ICE, EVEN NOCTIS IS LIKE ME @ ME WHY DID YOU D O THIS”


The chocobros are out in the open of the Duscaen region. They visit the craters that might have had treasures that they’ve overlooked before, but hostile beasts such as Bulettes have made it their watering hole.

“Aww man, look!” Prompto points out the mound of mineral that’s just right next to the Bulettes, “There’s ore but those Bulette sure look nasty when mad.”

“Then we ought to take great care and caution.”

“Wouldn’t we startle them the moment they see us, eh, Iggy?”

“They would smell us first, and then judge whether we are a threat or a friend.”

“So, how do we do that?” Prompto asks.

“We gently approach the ore. With such haste, they will take it the wrong way.”

“Why not just go all out?” Noctis says, immediately brandishing his Ultima Blade and begins running off to the herd.

Ignis’s eyelids droop and he sighs, “All this for just ore?”

They had no other choice but to follow Noctis, who is actually heading towards the herd immediately startling them, and so the animals become defensive. The Bulettes curl themselves into spiked balls rolling towards any of the boys.

The battle with these beasts were bloody but worth it as soon as the retinue got rid of them all and managed to harvest the ores. Until…

Imperials above us!” Prompto shrieks.

“Thanks!”

The Magitek engine hovers ten feet above their heads, the strong exhaust of wind blowing away the flaps of their jackets and the locks of their hairs. They stand ready as the engine lowers itself down and opens its mouth to release a band of Troopers and Magitek Axemen.

As soon as the MTs have lined up in their programmed formation, they immediately register the faces of the Prince and his friends and proceeded for termination. Menacingly, they raised their weapons as they approach them, ready to strike mercilessly.

“I got this.” Noctis says confidently as he smirks, he takes out an elemental grenade and tosses it to the group of MTs… wherein his retinue happens to be in the same radius as well.

Frost and ice escape the shattered grenade shell, enveloping the entire area with its crisp coldness. Snowflakes clinging, clumping, and biting into the skin or surface of anything it lands on. 

The Blizzaga had a high potency rate that it also froze the watering hole where the retinue and the MTs happen to be standing on.

When the icy fog settled, the retinue panted for warm fresh air and just as they were about to move… they couldn’t. They didn’t realize that they are ankle-deep in frozen water.

“What the?!” Prompto reacts all startled, he was about to make a little victory jump when he realized that he couldn’t jump at all.

“Oh this is just perfect!” Gladio follows.

“Noct?” Ignis calmly asks, despite the predicament.

Noctis grimaces and innocently turns to Iggy, “Yes, Ignis?”

“What was your recipe for this Blizzaga?”

“I used about 75 parts of Ice Energy and well… a Zu Beak.”

Ignis’s eyebrows furrow. Noctis had him at Zu Beak.

“So… this is a Freeze spell?”

Noctis inhales air through his clenched teeth, making a hiss, “Yeeeeaahh.”

“I’m sure you perfectly know that this is the spell that takes… a while to melt.”

Gladio loudly groans, almost sounding like a roar, “Aw you gotta be kidding me!”

“Come on, these things happen! We all tend to get cold feet!” Prompto cheerfully jabs in, lightening up the mood.

Everyone sighs and groans at the horrible pun.

“Aww come on, guys, you knew it was good!”

And then they were stuck in the watering hole of a crater until nightfall.

anonymous asked:

For the writing prompt: no. 20 Stanley and Stanford Pines, blind faith au?

“I’ll protect you no matter what… even if it kills me”

“This is not the time to say that, Ford!” Stan very nearly screamed, pressing against the wound that occupied his brother’s shoulder. The mugger lay beside the pair, absolutely still as the sizzling hot bolt of Ford’s ray gun continued to eat away his, what Stan assumed, was his skull and brain tissue. Stan, for once, was glad he couldn’t see that aftermath, but that somewhat relief was masked by Ford, bleeding out below him.

“I-It’s t-true.”

“Shut up,” Stan bit at Ford, a little sharper than he intended, but Ford needed to save his strength.

Stan reached for his belt and grasped for his utility knife, unsheathing it before starting to cut away at Ford’s outer cloth, too worried and too vulnerable to ask Ford to shuck off his multitude of garments right there. Stan listened carefully to Ford’s breathing as he cut it away, making sure he wasn’t making Ford nervous by getting too close to his neck.

Once most of the cloth around the wound was removed, Stan threw the knife to the cold ground before unravelling gauze and taking out an alien antibacterial cream from his same belt. He put a generous amount of it on his finger and started to dab it on the wound, eliciting a sharp gasp from Ford, his hand coming up to grasp Stan’s coat collar. Stan apologized, but continued. The wound was deep.

By the time Stan was beginning to wrap Ford’s shoulder, his brother was breathing rapidly and his hands were starting to sweat.

“Sh-sh-shock,” was the only word Ford offered when Stan put a hand to Ford’s cheek, the skin cold and sweaty under his fingers.

Fuck,” Stan breathed, grasping at the pseudo-backpack that was sitting beside him, most of the contents strewn about the twins. Still, there was enough structure in the backpack to stay upright and not crumple to the ground as Stan picked up Ford’s legs and placed them on top of the bag. Ford didn’t say anything, but the hand on Stan’s collar tightened when Stan continued to put pressure on the wound. He could already feel the blood pooling through the bandages.

He hoped, hoped to whatever deity that allowed them to live thus far, that the damage hadn’t gotten through to Ford’s brachial artery. If it had…

No. No. Stan couldn’t think like that.

“Just…stay with me, Sixer. Please.”

Silence. Stan would’ve been a lot more concerned if he couldn’t feel his brother’s hand moving against his cloak, but it was still incredibly unsettling.

“Ford, look- I know it’s hard to talk right now, but I need something please!”

“I- I’m s-s-sorry.”

“Tell me a story,” Stan said, ignoring the stuttered statement from his brother, the words burning inside his chest. “Um- tell me more about your partner. Fiddlesticks or whoever. Any college stories I can use to blackmail you?”

Surprisingly, Ford released a small chuckle and Stan gave him a brittle smile, knowing that Ford could still see him. As time went on, Ford’s words came easier and easier, fuller and more articulate. The blood had stopped spreading.

So they weren’t out of the woods yet, but at the very least, Ford was no longer at risk of bleeding out in Stan’s arms. Different risks of shock, infection, or other internal injuries still plagued the pair, but that all came to rest when Stan felt more than heard the familiar sounds of an opening portal just behind their backs. At first Stan was defensive, curling over his brother protectively until Ford released a sigh of relief.

“Come with me,” the newcomer said in a soft, motherly voice, placing a gentle hand on Stan’s shoulder.


Short Writing Prompts

Preview of Of Dust and Shadows

He stumbled suddenly, staring at the man Lucy cradled in shocked horror - and recognition, Lucy realized.  He knew this dragon, who didn’t stir as she called, “Gray?”

“What the hell?” Gray wheezed, dropping to his knees.  He practically forgot Lucy as he leaned over the dragon, inspecting him with hesitance.  His hands began to shake.  “What the hell are we going to do?  We can’t…oh, damn.”

“Gray?” Lucy repeated in a whisper.  “Gray, what’s wrong?”

He raked a hand through his black hair and sat back on his heels, eyes wide as he stared at her openly.  “This…is this the dragon that hurt you, Lucy?”

She nodded slowly.  “He’s not all bad,” she said defensively, protectively curling her arms around his head.  “He didn’t want to, I don’t think.  Something forced him to.  Someone forced him to.”

“Shit,” Gray swore, shaking his head.  

“Gray,” Lucy barked finally.  “What’s wrong?”

He gave a bitter laugh.  He lifted his eyes to Lucy’s, his body shuddering.  “Lucy, this is Natsu Dragneel, Igneel’s son and a member of Makarov’s Council.  He’s been missing for over a year, disappeared into thin air in the middle of the night.”  

Lucy stared down at the dragon who’d wrecked her life and said nothing.  

anonymous asked:

chanyeol with 22 and 8? :D

“Chanyeol… What in God’s name are you doing on top of the refrigerator?” You dropped your grocery bags and gazed wide-eyed at your boyfriend, hunched several feet above the ground.

“I saw something…” Chanyeol mumbled so quietly you almost didn’t hear it.

“What did you see, hun?” You asked cautiously.

“Forget about it, it’s nothing.” He huffed.

“Chanyeol, you’re obviously not going to come down from there until this thing goes away, so tell me what it is that you saw.”

Chanyeol whimpered, and as you slowly approached the fridge, you saw something small and black dart across the floor from the corner of your eye.

As you quickly ducked down to investigate, a loud, cacophonous noise sounded from behind you. You immediately straightened and spun around to face Chanyeol, still curled up defensively on top of the kitchen appliance.

“Park Chanyeol,” You emphasized every word, very blatantly offended. “Did you just hiss at me?”

Chanyeol retreated further into his over sized black hoodie in a refusal to answer you.

You rolled your eyes and continued looking underneath the tables, chairs, and counter tops of the apartment’s kitchen in search of the unidentified black object. After removing the trash can from the kitchen corner, your eyes flew to a black, hairy insect that had been hiding behind it. 

A scream echoed across the once-tranquil apartment.

And it wasn’t yours.

“Are you seriously hiding up there because you saw a spider?!” You did your best to muffle your laughs in a serious, accusatory tone.

“Don’t judge me! It’s bigger than my own hand!” He complained, scooting to the edge of the fridge that was the furthest away from the spider.

You scooted your feet to the side quickly as the spider made a run for it, scuttling across the tile floor at its top speed. It was, undeniably, a large spider, but it was in no way as large as your boyfriend’s hand.

Without a moment to delay, you grabbed the broom that was leaning against the wall beside you and sprinted after the little pest. After unsuccessfully chasing it around the living room for a few minutes, (accompanied by more of chanyeol’s high pitched screams) you eventually opened up the front door and in one powerful stroke, sweeped the spider out of the apartment, and out of Chanyeol’s life.

You returned the broom to its resting place and looked up at Chanyeol, still trembling on top of his high castle.

“Chanyeol,” You smiled, thoroughly amused, “You can come down now, the big bad spider won’t bother you anymore.”

His expression morphed into a heavy pout as he pursed his lips. His arms were still shaking as he cautiously made his descent from the top of the fridge, slipping on the counter top on the way down and almost landing on his butt.

Without giving him the chance to speak, you closed the distance between you and enclosed your arms around him in a tight hug.

There was a moment of hesitant shock for Chanyeol before he wrapped his strong arms around your hips, sealing you in the warmth of his hoodie.

You took a deep breath and sighed.

“I can’t believe you,” You looked up at him and stood on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his forehead.

“You’re seriously like a giant man-child sometimes.”

Originally posted by j-jennie


I hope you liked it anon! I was a little confused at first on how to combine the too, but the idea came soon after. Let’s be real y’all, chanyeol is the type to freak out over a bug~ Thanks for sending me a request, hun!

~Nunchi


theycallmecrilez-deactivated201  asked:

Deacon and f!Sole have been travelling around together for a while. She's been flirting with him A LOT. He's confused about it because he doesn't think he deserves someone's forgiveness or acceptance. Not even love. One day, while they're bantering about something silly, Sole walks up and pecks Deacon on the mouth. What does Deacon do?

Oh Dank, you know my one true weakness: Deacon specific reactions! *Clutches heart* I had so much fun writing this, so thanks for sending it in! I hope you have just as much fun reading it my friend ^.^

“Lake Coc- Lake Cacatu- Ugh. Lake tons and tons of mirelurks.” I lit up a cig. This is definitely not my kind of weather, and any cool-slash-suave remarks I backlogged for our trip to Lake Whatever-You-Call-It were now being quickly dissolved by a surprise monsoon. “You know Sole, this house isn’t doing us any favors. There’s a hole the size of my head just above us, and if it puts out my last cigarette the whole night is ruined.” Sole giggled at me: always the optimist that one.

“Yeah, that dripping is getting pretty annoying, and it keeps getting my shoulder wet.” She scooted closer, pressing her arm to mine. She used the leaky roof as an excuse, but sometimes I’m not so sure she doesn’t just do things like this because she wants to. Like a couple of weeks ago when she ate sugar bombs right off my spoon just before they arrived at my mouth, or about a month ago when she grabbed my hand while we meandered around Goodneighbor. Said it made her feel safe, whatever that means.

Her head suddenly dropped onto my shoulder, and it took a good bit of self-restraint not to reflexively bruise her cheek. Screwing my eyes shut, I pushed a long wisp of smoke between my lips.

One. Two, Three. Four.

I held my cigarette to the side, and tapped off the crispy bits at the end. The little flickering embers floated fiery and angry all the way down until they fizzled out in the waves below.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

“It’s Lake Cochituate by the way.”

“Huh?”

“Lake Cochituate. We’re on lake Cochituate, AKA Lake tons and tons of mirelurks.” I didn’t have to look down to know she was cocking one side of her lips up in that signature, cheeky smirk. Right side to be exact; I’ve seen it often enough to know.

“That seems pointlessly complicated. You Old-Worlders sure had a flair for the unnecessary.”

“It’s a Native American name. Plus, look who’s talkin’ Mr. I-get-facial-reconstruction-surgery-every-two-years-and-lie-to-my-partner-Deacon.

I switch my cigarette to the other hand, the one visible to Sole, so that I didn’t crush with my obsessively intermittent fist-clenching.

“Heh, I assure you, all the smoke and mirrors are essential to intel operations. C’mon Sole, haven’t you ever read a spy novel before? Or seen a movie? If not, you’re missing out.”

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.

“Why read a book when I could just travel with you?”

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.

I dropped the conversation. It’s going in a direction I’m not too keen on following. The cigarette went back in my mouth, and we sat there nice and quiet, listening to the rain ripple across the water.

Of course she just wouldn’t let it go that easily. She slyly slides her hand between my elbow and my ribs, hooking our arms together while pretending to be discreet about it.

One.Two.Three.Four.Five.Six.Seven.Eight.

This wasn’t okay. I turned my head to stare her down, making sure the correct amount of disapproval hung on my furrowed brows. Oh, her face… was really close. Just another centimeter more and the tips of our noses…

One.Two.Three.Four.Five.Six.Seven.Eight.Nine.

What!? Why is she moving in? What is she? I can’t move my head back any farther! Why was she still coming towards me?

One!Two!Three!Four!One!Two!Three!Four!

Not quick enough! She caught the corner of my lip, warm, wet, wanting. It’s uncalled for. It’s unnecessary, unwanted, undeserved!

Onetwothreefouronetwothreefouronetwothreefour!

“Sole! What the hell!” I push her away, a little rougher than I intended to. She sprawls back across the floor, and I can tell she’s dazed for a second. Her arms tremble as she pushes herself off the warped, nail-addled floorboards, and… Oh damn. Oh damn.

“Sole, I-“

“N-No! I-it’s fine. I uh, I shouldn’t have- I’m gonna go find somewhere to sleep.” The sleeves of her shirt can’t keep up with the tears no matter how hard she wiped, and her hands curl defensively inward. She backs away as if I’m going to attack her the second she turns around. I want to get up, to make sure she’s okay, but my legs just won’t move. Sole squirrels away before I can get my ass to do anything about it, so I just sit there, no doubt with the dumbest look on my face.

Damn, I’m so sorry Sole.


She’s been crying for over an hour. Not sobbing, but every now and again a sniffle trickles down from one room over. I threw my wig out into the lake a while ago. It came off while my hands made nervous runs through the synthetic hair.

I’ve made my decision to leave. I’ll wait until daylight; I can’t leave her defenseless the entire night, especially after…

That’s all you ever do Deacon, run away.

My saliva thickened, a rue of my past failures mixed with the awful realization of the next one I’m about to make. But I can’t help it. It’s my nature. It’s who I am; I’m a fraud, to my core.

*Cough cough wheeze* “Hhhhhhuuu” *cough cough* “Uuuuuhn, o-oh!” *Cough* “Errgh.”

“Sole!” I blew my cover, blazing around the corner faster than most things I ever do in life.

“D-Deacon?” *cough* “I-I thought you l-left.”

Guilt pricks at my insides. I want to vomit.

“Nah, I could never leave you boss. Got room for two in that sleeping bag?”

She looks apologetic? No, that’s pity. That’s definitely pity.

“It’s alright Sole, I promise.”

Sole eyes me, wary as ever, but shimmies to the side of her bag none the less. I take the side she vacates, wriggling my way down beside her. When I finally manage to get in shoulder deep, we’re both stiff as boards, facing each other, but at a safe distance this time. I look at her while she actively avoids eye-contact with me. About two minutes and forty-three seconds pass us by.

“Sole, I’m, so so sorry I pushed you like that. It was out of line, and I understand if-“

“No, Deacon, I’m sorry. I could see that you weren’t comfortable with it from the start, but I just… Well, I won’t blame you for leaving if that’s what you want to do.”

“…But… I actually don’t want to leave.” Surprisingly enough, that was the truth.

“And I don’t want you to leave.”

“So where does that leave us?”

Neither of us answers. Neither of us wants to. I hear her swallow idly.

I have to force myself to do it, but I sneak an arm around Sole and pull her to my chest. A shaky sigh ruffles the white cloth of my t-shirt, and a warm spot blooms across my skin.

“Why did you kiss me Sole? I don’t deserve you, so why- why do you want to be with me? And I know I’m being hypocritical here, but I want the honest truth.”

Sole laughs humorlessly, and then lifts her head to look me in the eyes. I wasn’t wearing sunglasses. Those went in the lake too.

“Deacon, I don’t know if everything you said about the Deathclaws is true, but I know that for some reason you believe you’re the scum of the earth because of what you did in the past. However, I cannot bring myself to believe that someone who gives up their life, their whole identity, in order to save an entire people from enslavement is ‘everything wrong with this whole fucking Commonwealth.’ I just can’t. You mean the world to me Deacon. Ever since they hit the defrost button on my cryo chamber you’ve been looking out for me. You’ve cared about me, and you’re my best friend. And gosh dangit, I love you Deacon. I understand if you don’t love me the same, but please, I’m begging you, don’t push me away because you feel unworthy. Because the honest truth is that out of all the BS you’ve fed me during our time together, that right there has been your biggest lie.”

I kiss her. I kiss her hard. So hard my teeth cut into my lips, and I’m sure it’s just as pleasant for Sole, but that’s what I need at the moment: to be so close to Sole that I’d damn near absorb her. Our legs tangle together, thighs riding up thighs, and eventually I let up on the lip-lock. She makes tiny contented noises when I brush my tongue across her bottom lip. We pull apart slowly, making that iconic wet sound, and breathe in each other’s air for a while, eyes closed.

“I love you too Sole. Dammit, I love you too.”