do you know how greatly this pleases me

Just to make it absolutely clear that I’ve been nothing but polite about this whole incident since the very beginning, this is the ask I sent to Cookie Translation before any of this drama (thank god for x-kit and outbox function):

This is the comment I left on their Youtube video in reply to someone else’s comment:

As you can see, no malice whatsoever.

What happens next is that my comment quickly gets deleted and Cookie Translation replies to Saygin with this comment, clearly saying they did the work:

And still with no reply to my ask. This is the first time I felt it was completely undeniable that Cookie Translation’s videos were made with ill intent and was going to continue to claim my translations as theirs without any remorse for what they’re doing.

I think you can understand, I was angry. I continued to delete all my other translations and left this message on my Google Doc:

And also made this post, copy-and-pasted the message from my Google Doc, and inserted a link to Cookie Translation’s video so people will understand why I’m doing this.

This is probably the most malice I’ve ever made in my comments (if you can even call this malice). But I was understandably very angry at this time. Still, not a lot of people even knew about this. Just look at the number of notes my original post has as of this moment. Six. And that’s counting the notes I got after this became such a public issue.

The truth is, barely anybody even knew about my accusation of Cookie. Yet, the next thing Cookie does is immediately make this 7-second video, which reads:

And pinned this in the comments section:

Does it really sound like I’m “shit talking”? Does it seem like I’ve done anything that would lead to Cookie being “backed up into a corner”?

Also, you know, I’m a stereotypically shy and passive tiny Japanese girl with social anxiety myself, but I don’t use that as an excuse for anything. I’m still mature enough to stand up for myself or apologize for wrongful behavior.

If any of my little amount of followers were malicious, assuming this isn’t a lie, then I’ll apologize for that, since I don’t condone that kind of behavior.

However, it’s very clear to me this video was made just to garner pity from your subscribers. Going so far as to say “I will delete everything on here now” to make them angry. This is when it became a public issue. Cookie put a spotlight on their wrongful behavior and got their subscribers involved themselves.

Which is when I started getting a bunch of accusations sent to my ask. Of course, I had no choice but to thoroughly respond with all the evidence to back me up. So please don’t blame me for all this drama.

@cookietranslations - I just want to talk.

Still, Cookie Translation has yet to reply. Why is that? I’m trying to work this out with them. Why isn’t Cookie reciprocating? Assuming they don’t just feel bad about getting caught, don’t just want to make themselves look even worse, or think just ignoring me will solve the issue - Do they feel guilty about what they did? Are they afraid of what I’ll say? Do they really not know how to handle these kind of situations? In that case, don’t be scared, I just want to work this out.

I believe I’ve thoroughly and completely debunked Cookie’s claims with all the evidence I provided in my previous posts. Now all I want is for Cookie to apologize and give credit where credit is due.

If any of Cookie’s friends or subscribers can get them to talk to me, that would be greatly appreciated. Of course, be respectful and polite. Thank you.

I see so many people not getting the poster and being so rude and obnoxious about it. Did people really think the wedding was just going to be a subplot of the episode? I see so many people being like well this was something that was supposed to be about everyone with the wedding also in there?

It’s like. Emma is the main character. Always has been. They were never going to make it just a subplot. This was never going to just be one of the “many things” going on in the episode. It was always going to be the main thing because she is the MAIN character.

Not to mention the poster

1. Isn’t going to be changed by your upset.

2. Is what it is assumedly for budget reasons. I’m guessing they put the imagery of a hook and rings in there also because putting pictures of PEOPLE in there would SPOIL the episode and it’s cheaper.

3. This isn’t your story. I don’t know how many times i’ve seen people miss this point. But would i be upset if it was a Rumple picture or something? Nah. But maybe a bit jealous or sad it didn’t have my faves. Would I be petitioning and writing the actors and creators about it? No because 1. it’s not going to do anything. 2. you are taking away the enjoyment of people who actually work on and make the show. and 3. What we want doesn’t really matter. We are along for the ride. This is A/E’s story. And we’re free to bitch and moan all that we want but we are also free to get off the ride. We can’t tell them what to do because this ISNT OUR STORY to create, write or shape. Also Idk about you but if i don’t like a ride I tend to stop riding it. I don’t throw a fit and try to shut it down. 

4. It’s a poster for an episode. A fricken poster. Dear lord, please save me from how greatly this fandom is bothered by such small things. You don’t know what else they will release. You have no idea what else is coming for your faves.

5. Stop attacking people who are happy about this. Let people live my god.

Idk i’m just so over the juvenille ass reactions from people. Stop trying to pretend this story belongs more to you than it does the creators. Be upset all you want but the minute you start bombarding an actresses page and a creators page tarnishing their work imagine if I came to you and did the same about your fan art, your fic, your pictures, your set visit footage. It wouldn’t feel nice because it isn’t nice. It’s childish. JMO might be a big girl. But damn let her be excited about her work and be upset in your own sphere without turning something good for WHOMEVER is experiencing it INTO SOMETHING SOUR.

Before I got on this god forsaken website I was a fan of every single character. Some more than others sure. But there was nothing solidly that I despised. This show brought me all AMAZING FEELINGS. And to log on and see so many angry mean spirited cruel people really has turned a show that has helped me through some serious things feel more like a burden than anything else.

This post isn’t for you guys with an opinion different than mine. That’s fine. I’m okay with you not liking something or wanting it differently, and what I’m okay with anyways shouldn’t matter to how you feel or respond. This post is directed at those that just want so desperately to let the entire fricken world know just how angry they are and ensuring that anyone else who is happy is forced to feel whatever upset feelings you are having. I mean tags are being invaded. I’m seeing threats being made. Grow up. 

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Edward Nygma x Reader

Word Count: 2222

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: A bit of violence towards reader, Murder, Cursing, sort of panic attack type thing,

Summary: After an attacker tries to get the reader in an alley, she is introduced to the dangerous game that her boyfriend is a part of.

Your thoughts are in italics, Normal Edward’s thoughts are in [ Brackets ] ,Dark Edward’s thoughts are in { Fancy Brackets }


Author’s Note: I hadn’t listened to the Jekyll and Hyde musical yet, but now I’m in love with it! Thank you so much for this request. I realized that I did it differently from how some song inspired fics go because I haven’t quite figured out how to do them like the others. Also, I got this inspiration at like 1Am, so it may be a bit wonky. But I tried my best! 

All of the lyrics I pulled from the song are in bold! 

Hope you enjoy! Please let me know how you like it!

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You considered yourself a pretty lucky lady. You had a wonderful man to call our own, you had a sustainable job at the local bank, and you lived in Gotham but haven’t had any bad experiences like break ins, attacks, or even as much as a cat calling. Sure you’ve seen it being done to others, it is Gotham after all, but you had never been the victim. That is, until tonight.

You were on your way to go meet your boyfriend for dinner. He had called earlier to try to insist on picking you up from work, but you thought it was ridiculous for him to go out of his way when you two could just meet at the restaurant. You gathered your things and locked your office for the night.

You were about halfway from the restaurant when you felt a painfully strong grip on your shoulder pulling you against the wall of the alley, causing you to hit the back of your head pretty hard. Not enough to do substantial damage, but it definitely was gonna hurt for a while.

It was dark but there was enough light from the lamp post that you could make out a face. It was no one you knew. They were grimey looking and bitter about something. You realized what situation you were in.

He leaned closer until he was inches from your face.

“You Nygma’s bitch?” His breath smelled like cheap beer and cigarettes. You knew better than to answer any questions or do anything he asks. When he doesn’t get a response, he slaps you across the face, pulls you back up, and pushes you hard against the wall, his hand around your throat.

“That’s no way for a lady to behave. Now tell me where the fuck that bastard is!” You tried your hardest not to burst into tears. Instead staying quiet again while tears welled in your eyes and your lip quivered. The man laughed before raising his hand up and getting ready to strike you again. But then a voice stopped him. A familiar voice.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” 

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The Sirens’ Song

summary: it’s a pirate’s life for Washington and the crew, who run one of the most highly-feared pirate ships on the ocean. Struck by a recent tragedy and a new recruit they navigate the seas in an attempt to continue what they do best: pirating. When they are faced with the impossible task of choosing between loyalty to the crew and finding again what they once lost, will they make the right choice?  

words: 3,068

a/n: hey, everyone! I had this wild idea for a PIRATE/MERMAID AU so here I am because, of course, I have nothing better to do than start another series, right (yikes)?? Anyways, I am pretty happy with how chapter one turned out and I’m pretty pumped about it! Please let me know what you think, feedback would be greatly appreciated, and if you liked it, be sure to reblog so other people can read TSS too! :) 

tags: if you want to be tagged in upcoming chapters, shoot me an ask!

dedication: @sinmineral for helping me write this at 4AM last night lmfao thx my dude


The wind roars as the waves whip across the ship and soak the deck in a freezing, salty spray. The crew slides into the masts, frantically pulling at riggings and trying to navigate the ship around the storm.

“Someone needs to tend to the port-side mast! NOW!”

“On it, Captain!”

The crew is like a well-oiled machine. We trust our captain and obey orders without question. There is hardly an opportunity to panic because we synchronize so well.

The water begins to calm as we sail forward, the boat rocking back and forth dangerously fast over the remaining waves.

“Ahh,” the captain sighs with a small smile, letting go of the rigging that controls the largest sail. “Well done, everyone. It seems we’ve seen the worst of it for now.”

The crew and I give a small cheer, but we do not get too hasty—we still are not completely free of the bumpy waters.

“Should be smooth sailing from here on out, Captain Washington,” the lookout calls from the crow’s nest, putting away a spyglass.

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Shape Of You Part 1

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel

Warnings: Language, Kissing, Making Out, Dry Humping, Drinking, Fluff

Words (With Lyrics): 1,630+

Summary: You and Dean have always had feelings for each other, everyone could see it -at least that’s what Sam keeps telling you- but you haven’t acted on them in fear of Dean rejecting you. You much rather keep the friendship you have with him in tact then to lose it all over a stupid crush… although in all honesty, it’s more than a crush, you love the eldest Winchester with your whole heart, you’d do anything at all for him but you just couldn’t risk it.

A/N: I’m really not sure how many parts this series will have, I guess we’ll just wait and see haha. Anyway! If you’d like to be added or removed from the tag list please let me know. Requests are open, if you have one please send it in! Feedback is -as always- highly welcomed and greatly appreciated! This series is inspired by Ed Sheeran’s - Shape Of You

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I’m doing something a little different this time, so I don’t have many examples yet. Ill update it accordingly when I do!

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Timed Prompt (15 min)

  • Prompt: Word/Phrase: Mother

“Mom! Mom!” Kyungsoo flings his body over her cold limbs, hands grabbing for a reality that doesn’t break his soul. Denial slams into his chest as he touches her skin which once warmed his heart. Her smile flashes in his eyes before they’re pulling his stubborn limbs from her corpse.

Eyes of weariness follow the body of the one who he once shared this life–the person who influenced his choices. Let alone, the one person he had left after losing his father five years ago.

His lungs are on the verge of giving in when the lump lodged inside his throat expands until it releases tears he could no longer withstand behind the rapid blinking of his eyes. Shaking, his body cries in every way. His muscles fall into a lapse, and so does he. The ground races toward him, but he doesn’t reach it when the sturdy arms of the paramedic wraps around his frame. Blurred eyes move up to find a man of soft tan skin and passionate eyes before black rings the edges of his eyes and he goes under.


The swirling beads of white and black static welcome him upon his awakening. He lets his mind linger along the dream he once dreamt, and he allows his stifled cries to hide behind his palm. The tears flow in currents down the side of his face and he doesn’t stop them. He could never stop them. He’s lost his mother, his teacher, his supporter–his friend.

“Hey,” he hears someone say, “Kyungsoo?” the man’s voice is familiar in every way, and that captures Kyungsoo’s attention. He turns his head to find that same man sitting beside him. The fluorescent bulbs shroud him in an unpleasant light that does nothing to help the natural glow of his skin. “You fainted and we brought you to the hospital,” the man continues, and Kyungsoo could only listen to his voice. It’s soothing–warming. Almost like the sun rays on a cool winter day– he’s bright, agonizingly so. For the brightness Kyungsoo seeks has been greatly dimmed, her smile had a radiance that could rival the sun, and this man is an awful reminder of that which competed.

“Kyungsoo? You’re looking right at me, please say something,”

“M-my,” he breaks, tears raining down harder. The skirt of the plastic chair grates against the air when Jongin’s body flies from its confines to his bed side to shush him. He wipes Kyungsoo’s tears, a man he doesn’t know, but his touch is so familiar.

“Kyungsoo, I’m so sorry,” there’s a crease in Jongin’s brows, a frown that deepens.

“H-how do you know who I am?” he asks, because this man does know.

“Kyungsoo, you’re my husband, what do you mean?” A tears falls out from widened eyes, and Jongin stills his hands while cupping Kyungsoos face.

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Victor Zsasz x Reader

Word Count: 1500

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Cursing, fluff

Summary: You’ve been training with Victor for awhile. You both are relaxing at the end of the day when you find some pictures on his phone.

Author’s Note: I am always down for some Victor Zsasz! I really like this piece and I hope you do too, anon!

If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces (All Works, Specific Fandoms, or Specific Multi-Parts), please let me know! Or if you would like to be untagged, please let me know as well! 

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Being the girlfriend of the infamous Victor Zsasz was a red flag to some people, but a challenge to others. Because of this, Victor thought it was important for you to know how to protect yourself. You had started training with him and his Zsaszettes a couple of months ago and have improved exponentially.

Today was general work out/gun training where it was just you and Victor. Today was really more of a test for you to see how much you had retained and to see if you could handle having a gun on your person safely. He had you shoot at those stereotypical target practice papers that have an outline of a human on them. You used various types of guns and felt like you did pretty well using each of them.

He was watching from a few feet away. You couldn’t hear him insanely well. So you had no idea that he had actually taken a quick break from watching you shoot to take some candid pictures of you. He couldn’t help himself. Right now, you were so attractive to him. You were always beautiful to him, but seeing you with a gun and not missing the target once made him fall in love with you even more.

This wasn’t the first (or last) time Victor had sneakily taken pictures of you. He loved the candid shots more than posed pictures. They showed you how you truly are, and that was incredible to him.

Victor quickly put his phone away right before you turned to face him. You took your ear muffs off and looked at him expectantly. He quickly realized that you wanted to know his thoughts.

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Attention Followers!

And any bystanders alike.

In roughly one month, I will be hopping the pond!

I’m going to be spending a handful of weeks in the UK and I’m going to be in school, so I don’t know how much that’s going to affect uploads. I still wanna work on comics so we’ll just have to wait and see how it do.

In the meantime, I don’t have much travel knowledge. So if you are from the UK, been there, or have general travel abroad experience I would greatly appreciate any tips or warnings that are in store.

Also, I am trying to earn a little more cash between now and takeoff so COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN!!! Please spread this around! I can’t go to another country and not have money for food, that would make me hella sad.

Muscle Memory

I promised some fluff, since my last story was quite full on, so I hope that this is good! My sleep has been even worse lately, so I had a bit of a hard time editing this one. If there are any mistakes, or anything that isn’t clear, please let me know.

Any other feedback is also greatly appreciated!

TIMELINE - 2014

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You had known Tony for a few years now, but you were still baffled by how much he loved parties. He threw one every chance he got, and flitted amongst the guests as if it was what he was born to do.

You, however, preferred to sit quietly in the corner. You were happy, if not a little nervous, to talk to anyone who came and sat by you for a little while, but you were not keen on garnering any unwanted attention, even if sometimes you felt like you were missing out.

Steve was always very good at accommodating for you in pretty much any situation, and so he would always come to check up on you, and sit and talk to keep you calm.

This particular party was a little bit different for you though, as you had Bucky here with you. All things considered, he was adjusting to his new life quite well. He still had nightmares, hadn’t recovered many of his memories, and he had a tendency to be distant, but he was alive, and he was here.

You both sat on a couch against the wall watching your friends, and the other guests, enjoying themselves. Bucky seemed to be feeling as anxious as you were, so you were doing your best to keep yourself calm, to help him.

The night wore on, and guests started trickling out of the room, all happily saying good night to Tony as they left. You, Steve and Bucky were quietly conversing, and the other Avengers were still dancing, and playing pool.

When the last random guest left, Tony gravitated towards the three of you with a look that told you he was just a little bit tipsy, and was likely to be pushy about something or other.

“Is the Seniors Club having fun over here?” he asked, never tiring of his jokes about your confusing ages.

“Yes we are, thank you Stark,” Steve replied, wary but receptive.

“Come on, you guys sat here all night watching everyone else have fun. Why don’t you dance?” he tried to encourage. He really hated the idea of anyone not enjoying one of his magnificent affairs.

“I did dance Tony, with Nat,” Steve answered, indicating in Natasha’s direction. She was playing pool with Clint, and when she noticed the attention she was receiving, she winked at Tony.

“I wasn’t talking to you Cap. I was talking to Barnes and Metal Man here.”

“Tony, I appreciate the thought, but we’re fine,” you replied as sincerely as possible.

The fact was that you had wanted to dance at least a little bit, but you couldn’t put any pressure on Bucky. You weren’t even sure if he remembered how to dance.

Steve knew you well enough to ask you, “if you aren’t too tired, we could dance for a bit, if you’d like.”

You thought for a minute, but the answer was easy as you looked into his smiling face.

“Ok, as long as others are dancing too,” you replied, not wanting to be the centre of attention.

You knew that wouldn’t be a problem though. If previous parties were anything to go by, it was when all of the other guests left that the Avengers began to truly party.

You made sure Bucky was ok. He nodded. He didn’t feel panicked, or concerned, so you smiled widely at him, and took Steve’s hand, heading to the dance floor.

You and Steve danced amongst your friends, and soon your style shifted to a dance out of the 40s. The others watched you a little bit, but they knew not to make a big deal.

You were laughing with Steve, and really enjoying yourself. So much so that you were purely focused on that. Then Steve spun you in a part of the dance where he wasn’t supposed to. You were a little confused until, when you had spun 180 degrees, Bucky caught you in his arms and continued the dance.

You weren’t the only one amazed by this. Since you had found him, and moved into the Tower, you hadn’t really acted much like a married couple. He was still trying to remember things, and you both had to get to know each other again. It had been a hard road, and you were desperate for more frequent physical contact, but you were happy to know he was becoming comfortable with you.

Now though, you looked at his face, and you saw a glint in his eye that you hadn’t seen in 70 years. He was dancing perfectly, as if he had some muscle memory of this. While you danced with him, it was easy to forget that you had ever been separated. He was your husband. He was your Bucky.

When the song finished and you both came to a gentle stand still, Bucky didn’t stop holding you. He raised his flesh hand to your face, and he gently pushed some of your hair behind your ear, like he used to.
He smiled peacefully, for the first time in too long, and you returned the smile earnestly.

You wanted so badly to kiss him, but you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. The few times he had been affectionate with you were never in front of anyone else, and you hadn’t kissed.

Then Bucky did something you weren’t expecting. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. You kissed him back, and your heart nearly burst at the familiar, passionate, loving feeling. Thank goodness for muscle memory.

When you both finished your kiss, you remembered that you were in a room full of people, who were all paying a lot of attention to you at this point.

You worried that Bucky would panic, but he seemed to be perfectly fine. You even caught him smile at Steve.

“Well Stark, you were right. We should have danced more,” Bucky said quietly, and then he turned to you, “I don’t think I can do much more tonight. I’m going up to the apartment.”

He then turned and left without another word, acting very much like the closed off man you were becoming used to.

As the others went back to what they were doing, you stared after Bucky. It felt as if he was slowly opening up. Not just to you and Steve, but to the other Avengers, your friends and surrogate family, too.

You felt hopeful that, no matter what he was able to remember about your past together, you would be able to love each other just as much as you always had, and make new memories together.

“Cautious” - Part 2

“Cautious” - Part 2

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Bucky Barnes x Reader

Bruce Banner x Reader (Father-Daughter type of relationship)

Word Count: 2,173

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Cursing, Violence,

Summary:  Bucky is now pretty much rehabilitated and able to be part of the group. He has nightmares sometimes, but not nearly as much as he used to. Reader was taken by Hydra and made the subject of experiments due to her having powers (something similar to the force, but not the force). The team rescues her after a mission and takes her in. She struggles with control sometimes, is very skittish sometimes, and hasn’t talked to anyone since arriving at the tower. She only talks to Bruce Banner. Soon enough, Bucky takes an interest in her. Let’s see how this unfurls.

Originally posted by mysharona1987

Author’s Note: Welcome to part 2! I know this story may seem very slow, and a lot of people are waiting for the part where everything comes together. Feel free to skip around or read it in order (reading in order would be nice). Its up to you.

This is my interpretation of the characters and the reader is one of my own creation. I leave the names and such open so you can put your own name and features in or you can create your own. I know this may not please everyone, but I’m writing this for myself. I hope people will enjoy this fanfic, but I know that you can’t please everyone.

As always, a special thank you to @goodnightwife for being my wonderful beta reader and helping me through more than just writing! Please go check out her work! 

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“Alright, Banner, update us on the girl.” Tony said over his shoulder as he piloted the jet. Everyone listened up as Bruce cleared his throat a bit.

“Well, her name is (Y/N) (L/N). She was kidnapped by Hydra, and I think I just found out why. She has powers. They were most likely trying to figure out how to use her as a weapon for them.”

“How do you know this? What type of powers does she have?” Natasha asked.

“Well, she told me her name. And I just saw her make a water bottle fly into her hand from about 4 feet away. She may have more abilities, but that’s all I know so far. Well, that and she is very uneasy around people. Groups mostly. She knows who the Avengers are and that we are the good guys, but as you all saw earlier, she is still very wary of us. She seems to be okay with me so far, but I would advise everyone to be cautious and consider what she’s been through. We all know how messed up Hydra can be, and she has been missing for 2 months. That’s a lot of damage done to that girl.”

Everyone went silent for a minute, taking in all the new info.

“We’re taking her in right? There’s no way she can be thrown back into her old life. Especially if she has special abilities that were being watched by Hydra. That leaves a huge target on her back.” Bucky spoke up. Some of the group is a bit surprised. Yes Bucky has made a great recovery, but he has never really shown this much interest in someone new.

“I thought the same. We will be taking her back to the tower with us. I need to do some diagnostics. I will also personally watch over her. Like I said before, she has been okay with me.” Bruce answers. Bucky nods his head in acceptance.

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You felt the ship jerk a bit. A few seconds afterwards, the door opened and Steve Rogers came in. You felt a bit tensed and pushed yourself back a bit. You hit the wall, nowhere else to run. Steve kept his distance and knelt down so he could make eye contact, or at least try to.

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wildrhov  asked:

Some days I just really want to braid your hair. Do you let people do that? Does having someone dear to you brush and plait your hair relax you? Annoy you? Arouse you?

“I don’t usually let anyone less than a close friend play with my hair. That being said the experience depends greatly on who I have allowed the opportunity.”

“It is very relaxing when someone I care about takes time to brush my hair. It’s very soothing, and usually leaves me very refreshed.”

“Of course…not all of my friends have a gentle touch…I always appreciate the gesture but it can be highly uncomfortable letting everyone do as they please with my hair.”

“And…well…um…arousing? There are…some people…that really know how to play with hair…That’s all I’m saying on the matter!” 

“As for you braiding my hair…”

“I will provide the hair ties if you bring the brush.”

Kinks #13 - Temptation to Sin (Teasing)

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word count: Almost 4200

Warnings: Oral sex (reader giving), masturbation (reader) and maybe slight shame kink? Dom!Cas

A/N: I quite enjoyed writing this but I’m entirely unsure of whether I like how it turned out. It’s open to part 2, maybe? If that’s wanted. Requests are open!

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Savor (Ladybug Fanfiction)

(Okay, so this is my little contribution to the Ladybug community. Please let me know what you think and if you guys have any critiques on what I did well or how I could improve my writing I would greatly appreciate it. Thank you for taking the time to read this!)

Fandom: Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir

Pairing: Ladynoir

Rating: General Audience

Disclaimer: I do not own “Miraculous” or any of the characters.

Summary: Ladybug allows Chat to learn insignificant details about her. Chat Noir savors every bit.

Finally. After a whole year of fighting side by side and strengthening their bond of trust, Chat Noir, the bearer of cat-astrophic bad luck, was finally able to proclaim his greatest wish to his lady. Finally.

           “My Lady?” The alley cat began, toying with his leather faux tail. He winced at how shy he sounded compared to his usual displays of confidence and exuberance. But who could blame him? This wasn’t easy to bring up. Especially when it’s so near and dear to his heart.

           Ladybug, the luminous object of his heart, perks her head at the sound of his uncharacteristically timid voice. This was definitely weird. Even on Chat’s scale.

           He took in a deep breath and shut his eyes tight, bracing for yet another rejection.

           “You don’t have to tell me your identity! Just please let me know you!” The black cat, face ablaze, was ready to spring away from his perch on the Eiffel Tower and leap back home and hide.

           “Why?” Ladybug asks, quirking a perfect eyebrow and wearing a shaky smile. Cleary she was still weary of Chat trying to unmask her. If she accidentally revealed something significant, then it would be goodbye secrets and security. Not only that, but if an enemy was listening in, they might use that information against the duo. It wasn’t like Ladybug didn’t trust Chat. She just didn’t trust herself.

           But how many more rejections can he take? His heart is so full of love and admiration for his lady. All he wants is a chance to bring her closer to him even though she tries to pull away from him. Is that too much for this cat to ask for?

           “I…” Chat begins, tugging the end of his “tail” harder and clenching his teeth. “I just want to understand you Ladybug.” He keeps his head down so that he couldn’t see her expression and continued. “Like I said. You don’t have to tell me who you are. But…” He gulps and shudders. “I want to know the things that you like, don’t like, and even what you think about when there aren’t any akumas around.”

           Chat dared to bring his head back up and stare at the enchanting lights of Paris. Perhaps focusing on the city of love will give him courage to try and make his love understand.

           “For a long time, we’ve been at a distance from each other even though we fight side by side.” He went on when Ladybug didn’t speak. “I don’t really care too much about being Paris’s favorite hero. All I really want is someone to understand me and care about me as a person. And that’s what you’ve done for me.”

           The alley cat finally turns to look at his partner, noting the wide-eyed look that she gave him.

           “Now I want to do the same for you. Even if it’s just a little bit.” Chat finished with a little smile. “I want to know you. Not just as an image or idea. But as a person. A friend.”

           The two of them were silent for a few minutes. Chat turned back to Paris’s lights and waited patiently for Ladybug to think about his proposal. As he waited, he braced his heart for what he felt like was an inevitable rejection.

           In all honesty, whether or not Ladybug agreed to his idea, he would still love her and be by her side. They’ve gone through too much together for them to just split up because of something like this. Not only that, but they really do need each other in this battle.

           Chat Noir needed his lady to help him clean up the mess that he made with his bad luck. He also needed someone to remind him how having bad luck can be good luck in and of itself. It was almost like he was a walking example of hope. No matter how many times his luck may work against him, Chat still gets up and faces the day. He still gets up and tries.

           Ladybug, with all of her good luck, needed Chat’s bad luck to help her grow and learn as a person and as a hero. If she never made a mistake, then what was the point of her even trying anymore? In anything? And who else would be there to remind her that she wasn’t alone and that she didn’t have to shoulder the safety of Paris on her small shoulders?

           The spotted heroine mulls on this idea and sighs. That cat was probably her best friend, aside from Alya of course. Who else is there who could understand the stress and responsibilities of protecting your home and loved ones? And it wasn’t like Chat was ordering her to detransform and reveal herself. After all this time, Chat never forced her to do anything that she wasn’t uncomfortable with and he hardly (or actually never) asked for anything from her in return.

           It was the least that she could do for her friend.

           “I really like the color pink.” Ladybug began, grinning when her partner’s head shot back towards her with wide attentive eyes. “I also like deep royal blues, reds, as well.”

           Ladybug continued to grin as she stood up and readied her yoyo. The sun was beginning to rise and it was time for her to go home. Thank goodness it wasn’t a school night.

           “I also like the color green.” She said with a gentle smile, remembering her dear Adrien’s verdant eyes. Flicking her yoyo out with an expert hand, Ladybug began her race back home.

           Chat Noir was never happier. He felt blessed to finally make a small breakthrough with the love of his heart. And never had he felt luckier to have green eyes.

*****

           Over the next month, Adrien learned that Ladybug liked sugar cookies, the smell of mint (remembered to have at least one mint a day), and that she didn’t like fish (they agreed to disagree). He also learned that she liked to sit by the Seine and sort out her thoughts. He noted to stop by there every now and then so that he could feel closer to his lady and imagine meeting her there when they weren’t wearing their masks. Adrien also liked to imagine that he would be able to pick her out in the crowd that gathered around there.

           Adrien felt like he was finally making a silver lining in spite of his bad luck. He was making a connection to the one person he wanted to be closest to. At school, people would notice how gentle his smiles have become when he was alone and in his thoughts. The photographers have noted how an aura of calmness and sheet happiness made his modeling more sincere and lifelike compared to his previous stiffness.

           It was like Adrien was a new person. Someone who was becoming better with each little detail he found about his lady. Even patrol time, which was already wonderful due to the sheer fact that he could spend time with his love, became even more enjoyable.

           But…

           “Adrien. You’ve got to stop.” Plagg said with droopy ears. “You’re going to get hurt if this keeps up.”

           Adrien, tugging on his nightshirt (which was decorated with a little ladybug over his heart), frowns at his kwami. He shakes his head as he climbs into bed, Plagg gliding over to sit on his bedpost closest to Adrien’s head.

           “Why Plagg? I’m just getting closer to Ladybug.” He began, another gentle smile floating on his lips. “This is something I’ve always wanted. How can I get hurt?”

           Plagg shakes his head and bites his lip. This was unusual. Just like the time when Adrien asked Ladybug his question on the Eiffel Tower.

           “Listen. I’m only telling you this through experience.” His ears droop as his large green eyes close. “Every person who I have chosen to become a black cat, male and female, have always fallen victim to one thing: A broken heart.”

           That got Adrien’s attention.

           Plagg, sensing his companion’s gaze on him, continued.

           “It’s a constant cycle. Black cat finds his or her partner, becomes enraptured, then ensnared, and broken.” He shrugs. “I don’t know why. People I choose always fall in love with their respective partner. But the end is always the same.”

           Adrien bites his bottom lip and stares at his clenched fists in his lap.

           “So you’re saying that Ladybug is leading me to my doom or something? That the love I have for her is going to be my downfall?” He asks under his breath.

           “All I’m saying is that you need to stop before your heart gets broken like the rest of them have.” Plagg whispers as he floats up and lands on top of Adrien’s soft hair. “What if Ladybug is only allowing this because she wants to keep you as a friend? What if she’s already in love with someone else? What if an enemy uses your feelings for her against you?”

           What if. What if. What if.

           Those two words were spinning around in Adrien’s head and he began to feel sick.

           “The closer you hold her to your heart, the easier it will be for her to hurt you. Even if she doesn’t mean to.”  Plagg sighs. “This is my advice to you, as a friend: Stop trying to pursue a dream and look at what is right in front of you.”

           It would take a couple hours for Adrien to fall asleep. He didn’t want to surrender his love for his lady. She wasn’t a dream. She was, IS, real. Ladybug finally trusts him enough to divulge what she probably thought was insignificant. But to Adrien, her Chat Noir, they were everything. How can he “pursue” anyone or anything else when his heart has already been sealed away to HER?

           This is what he decided before he closed his eyes.

           Even if she broke his heart, fell in love with someone else, and even if the end result killed him or turned him into an akuma-ridden victim, Adrien knew that his heart would still be hers. He will savor every moment, every detail, until his dying day.

*****

           “It is only a matter of time.” A low voice echoes in the spacious room filled with white glowing butterflies. “Don’t think that I’m blind to your affections for your partner, Chat Noir. And don’t think that I don’t know how the course of history for your past kin affect your present and future.”

           Hawk Moth, a dark smirk and self-satisfied glow in his eyes, gazes out his window towards the Parisian skyline.

           “Whether it will be your broken heart or Ladybug’s guilt, one of you will come to me. And when that day comes, I will be ready. Waiting for you with open arms.”

           A dark butterfly flits through the window opening and lands in its master’s waiting hand, sending a report of its mission in tailing the lucky duo throughout their patrol. Hawk Moth’s smirk grew and his heart swelled with hope. His dream would soon be realized while theirs will be broken.

           “Yes. All in good time.”

           The room fades to black as the windows close and the butterflies disperse.

i need a little help

my mom has a older computer that died a couple years ago (maybe 5-7 years ago?) and well the old computer has like all of the photos on it and my mom is real sentimental so she really likes pictures and i wanna give her those old pictures for Christmas and i have wanted to for awhile now but i finally have the money to make that happen, but i know practically nothing about computers so i don’t know what needs to happen for me too be able to get those pictures of the computer and i would really appreciate help figuring out how to do it so that’s what i’m asking of you guys. 

if you could tell me who could help or even how to do it myself that would be greatly appreciated even if you also know nothing about computers just sharing so that maybe someone who knows  something that will help might see this can help is great. 

please help me i love my mother so much and to help her get these photos back will mean so much to her 

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Dames Dig Dorks

AN: Heya, I said I’d write this up earlier, but I heard it was Nalu Week’s Bonus Day 1!  Figured I may as well enter it, even if it doesn’t follow their prompt.  A simple little high school AU drabble I doodled up.  Also can be found here.  Enjoy!


“You can’t be serious,” came Gray Fullbuster’s exasperated voice behind him, not that Natsu cared.

Natsu was minding his own business on this beautiful, autumn day.  Literally sitting under an old oak tree at the top of the hill at lunchtime with his chemistry set and favorite anime soundtrack drifting through his headphones.  But no, Fullbuster still had to find a way to irritate him.

Rolling his eyes, Natsu pulled off his headphones, probably screwing up his messy, pink hair further, and raised an eyebrow at his ‘friend’.  “Got a problem, droopy drawers?”

“I’d say you do, pyro,” Gray scoffed, plopping down beside him.  Much to Natsu’s surprise, Gajeel and Jellal joined him.  

“I don’t.  Not sitting by your girlfriends today?” Natsu inquired, focusing his attention back on the firework he was making.  

“Consider this an intervention,” Gray told him.  “As your… friends, loosely, we can’t stand by and watch you play with your chemistry set, alone, at a high school lunch period.  Dude, what is wrong with you?!  It’s like a nerd in a bad movie!”

“I am not playing,” Natsu protested, settling his headphones into his scaly, white scarf.  “This is how I make money, thank you, and at least I have a better pastime here than making out with my girlfriend in some closet!’

“You don’t have a girlfriend,” Jellal pointed out.

“High school relationships don’t mean anything,” Natsu muttered, feeling his ears heat up at the pressure.  “I’ve got better stuff to do.”

“Oh yeah?” Gray said slyly.  “Would you say that while you ogle Lucy Heartfilia every chance you get?”

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advicefromabastard  asked:

Hey I was wondering if you could help me write a little. I am looking for some writing prompts involving mermaids. Horror, romance, thriller, science fiction, crazy mythology. Involving pirates, angels, humans, or even other mermaids. it would be greatly appreciated. Please and thank you.

Hey, I’d love to help. You left your focus pretty broad here so I’ll see what I can do with some interesting prompts:

For Mermaids:

• “Look, I understand that all kinds of lore calls us mermaids, but do you know how rude that can be? There are mermen, mernonbinary. Just call us sirens. It’s okay.”

Alternatively:

• “You realize we’re not actually sirens. If we were sirens most of you would be dead and the few that weren’t would be wandering around trying to figure out why everyone just jumped ship.”

• It can be hard to keep in contact with the rest of the world considering the majority of us live on the sea floor. 

• I have no idea why people constantly come to the barrier reef asking about treasure. I don’t know what you thought you lost down here, but I promise I have not seen seven thousand dollars worth of gold down here for at least three months. 

• Humans are myths. Any self-respecting merfolk knows this. 

For Pirates and Mermaids/Sirens:

• I don’t know why people think pirates and sirens don’t get along well. This pirate and I have been talking on the open water for months and wait what do you mean you want me to sing them into the water? Won’t they drown?

• The merfolk and pirates have been feuding for the better part of a century. Doesn’t it make sense to get them all together, conveniently in one place so we can start peace talks or something?

• The only thing worse than the sirens? The pirates they’re trying to seduce. 

• “I’m sorry, were you expecting a reaction? Here I can, I don’t know, does jumping overboard sound like the right thing to do here?”

• “I have been singing at this guy for like the past half an hour and he has done nothing but make faces at me and I think he’s trying to get me to laugh. Do you think I’m doing this right?”

• “I’m so used to having people fall head over heels for me the instant they hear my song. I’m sorry, it’s just kind of weird. Do you maybe want to get drinks or something?”

For Crazy Mythology in General:

• The chimera is in love with the angel. The devil is in love with the centaur. Something absolutely ridiculous is going on here, and I am so very very tired. 

• Of course we don’t wear our natural forms when we’re in public. Do you know what kind of uproar that would cause?

• “Put those hooves away we are in public.”

• “Sorry, I’m not trying to freak anyone out here, but I’m pretty sure I just saw a lion the size of a two story building, and I’m at least 90% sure I am not high right now.”

• “Okay 80%. But still.”

• When you’ve been at war with hell since the beginning of time, it can be difficult to not feel a little jaded about it all.

• Some people are more in tune with our world than others.

• “You always know a con is in town when you see people walking around with obviously fake angel wings, horribly painted scales, and what do you mean there is no con in town. Then what the hell is all this?”

I hope this helps! Please let me know if you would like anything else!

Diabolik Lovers Dark Fate: Sakamaki Shuu (Dark 08)

Yui: Unsatisfactory…

Yui: Shuu-san as the eldest…as the head of the family, do you mean he isn’t suitable?

Reiji: …It’s the opposite of that

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Brownstone Apartment


Type: Residental

Lot Size: 20 x 15

CC: Veranka -  Old Mill Ivy


Just an empty shell apartment with a “brownstone” feel there are three different floors i.e. apartments and the third floor which is more of a studio feel is supposed to be kind of like a penthouse with a wrap around balcony connected to the fire escapes that go down the whole building.

I just enclosed all the apartments and the bathrooms are closed off as well everything else is up to you. I will be uploading the furnished product once it is done! 

I was greatly inspired of the exterior of this build by pictureamoebae

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       It can be found on the gallery under my username: omggalexis ,

       #omgalexis

Don’t forget to check in the advanced option “include custom content”

If anybody knows can you please let me know how to set a lot up for download via tray folder for people who do not like to use the gallery, I hope that made sense…