dummy face


will they? might they?


Paring: James Conrad x reader

Warnings: angst but mostly fluff 

Summary: James wants to do something good for you, but then he falls into his own mind

Note: I’m sorry for not having a good summary, it’s a pretty short fic. English is not my native language, so sorry for any mistakes. I would love feedback!

Originally posted by arianalilyblack

“Argh shit!” You heard James yell from the kitchen. Quickly you got up from your chair in the garden, and ran in to see him standing before a pile of pots, all fallen on the floor. You smiled at him, knowing that he was troubling with begin back from war. Even if it wasn’t recently he had come back. You sat down on the floor next to him.

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My Rhythm and Blues (Part One)

Wordcount: 2.867

Genre: Fluff / Slice of Life

Jackson x Reader
Description:  When Jackson asks you 20 dates to make you love him.


A/N: The moment you realise that underneath your heart of glass you’re quiet the romantic type and you feel the urge to write a fluffy scenario about that beautiful soul of Jackson. Yes, I know I’ve got many and many other stories to update; no, I didn’t forget about them; yes, I’m slowly writing them in the meantime but for the moment I needed something fresh and simple where I didn’t have to think too much.

Hope you enjoy it ^^

P.S.:  Jackson is an “Anima bella”, I can’t find other words to describe him. Protect him with all your heart

“What do you think of Jackson?”

You turn to the guy standing in front of you, who’s glancing with deadly seriousness, as if his life depends on this question.

Your right eyebrow perfectly curves in the exact instant he taps a white Reebok on the ground, silently pushing you for an answer, obliging you to ignore for a brief moment the paper pattern you were working on “… Why are you referring to yourself in the third person?”

Jackson looks at you as it should be obvious “Because the others don’t want to come here anymore and I have to do everything by myself and I can’t ask you: what do you think of me?, certain traditions must be observed.”

You glance at him shocked and the more he stays there with a dummy smile on his face, the more you ask yourself what did you do in your past life to deserve such a punishment: Jackson Wang that apparently has a crush on you.

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anonymous asked:

"your lips are warm" for either! (Nalu or gajevy obvs lol)

hmm i’m gonna do gajevy this time since I’ve done Nalu quite a lot hehe


Nothing about Gajeel was warm. He wasn’t as cold as Ice Princess, but he definitely wasn’t hot-headed like Salamander. His magic was brutal and raw, and everything about him was frosty. 

But when Levy McGarden kissed him, he felt pretty warm at that moment. It felt like he had just drank an entire keg of beer without the hangover. Her kiss felt different than kissing other girls. He had kissed other girls in his life, but he had never had to bend over this far to kiss one of them. She was short, but her kiss was fiery. 

“Your lips are warm,” she mumbled, and Gajeel had to work not to smirk at her words. 

When they broke apart, he finally did. “Damn, shrimp. Didn’t know you could kiss like that.” 

“Of course. I’ve had plenty of practice,” she said nonchalantly, and Gajeel’s mouth dropped open. Who was it? Jet? Droy? He’d kill them if they’d ever laid a kiss on her lips!

“I meant kissing my stuffed animals when I was a kid, dummy!” Levy said, her face turning red as she waved her arms in front of her. 

“Huh. Didn’t think you were into that kinda thing,” he teased, and she smacked him in the gut. He hated to admit it, but she packed quite a punch. 

Gajeel walked Levy back home a few moments later, kissing her again when she was on her doorstep. 

And this time, his lips felt warm thanks to her. 


There ya go, anon! I hope you enjoyed! Thank you so much for requesting!

Requests are closed for now :) 


Tuesday was good but also bad? That’s really confusing but hear me out. It was bad because I was still upset from the day before. It was good because Dean spent all day cheering me up. 

p.s. Definitely read part 5 


Since he stands at the door during intake, he’s always the first staff member I see every morning. When I walked to through the doors he immediately asked if I was feeling any better. He looked really concerned and I was dying for a hug, but I told him so-so and headed on inside. 


During second period we had an assembly and I was sitting in the front row. When Dean walked in his eyes found mine almost instantly. The dummy started making faces at me to get me laugh. 


After the assembly, I was on my way to class when some DUMBASS WITH A FIDGET SPINNER span his thingy right over my head and my super curly Dominican hair got all caught up and tangled in it. Since I was already kind of upset this happening pushed me close to tears and Dean saw from across the hall and bolted towards me. He chastised the boy for being so careless and untangled the fidget spinner from my hair. As soon as it was out of my hair I started walking away because I felt like I was gonna cry and I didn’t wanna do it in front of people for virtually no reason. So I rushed to class without even saying thank you (I remember feeling kinda bad but like oh well.)

After I was settled in my class he stuck his head in and mouthed “Are you okay?” from the door.

I kinda shrugged in response. He looked concerned but went ahead to close the door when I shouted “Mr. Dean! Thanks.” He grinned and went ahead to close the door.


At lunch he swung by my table to make sure if I was alright and by then I was feeling better. 


At the end of the day everyone piles into his office to grab their jackets or phones or both. His desk is in the corner of the room. Not gonna lie, I practically RAN down the hall to get to his office before the mass of kids did. I slid into the office and saw an unopened bottle of water on the desk he was sitting at. I went to grab the water and I was standing in between his legs, my one leg brushing against his.

Dean: “Ms. [ My last name ], don’t you think you’re standing a little close to me?”

And I hadn’t even noticed what I was doing. After he pointed it out, I had the best/worst idea ever. I smirked and pressed my leg against his more and said, “I actually don’t think I’m close enough.”

When I tell you that I’m not sure what demon possessed me, I’m being completely honest. I definitely didn’t regret it and I don’t think he did either.

He made a face and said my FIRST NAME under his breath and I stepped away as students started to fill his room up. 

kindervenom  asked:

Mantis shrimp - Cassarric

mantis shrimp: what could not be unseen

It begins with an offhand comment.

“She’s quite beautiful, isn’t she? Seeker Cassandra.”

At first he doesn’t think much about it. It’s not a secret that she has admirers, a small flock of shy recruits and even a handful of wizened soldiers watching her unleash hell on the courtyard practice dummies, young and weathered faces alight with a mixture of awe and fear of the Maker. He’s teased her about it on a number of occasions, if only to get a rise out of her – that incredulous splutter, and that shock-red flush of her sharp-boned cheeks, neither reaction due to the fact that he’d dare suggest her desirable, but rather that it should be true, which, given her smitten audience, isn’t really that hard to believe. Although, honestly? Varric hadn’t given it much thought.

‘Hadn’t’ of course being the problem here.

And the comment that does it is such an innocuous thing – caught in passing one day, it’s picked up by ears used to stealing slivers of gossip from crowded taverns, and it’s nothing that he hasn’t heard before. Hell, compared to the shit sifted through the Skyhold rumour mill, lewd bets and speculations regarding everything from girth to stamina (things no one needs to know, really), a comment on Cassandra’s looks is downright chaste.

But chaste be damned, the comment sticks, and with even more persistence than that one remark he’d caught praising Tiny’s…not-so-tiny attributes. But shit, what he wouldn’t give now to have that thought at the forefront of his mind, and not this – whatever the hell this is, this sudden and weird fascination with the Seeker, who he’s never offered so much as a second glance. Although to be fair, Varric suspects his former dismissal might have had something to do with his first impression of her being somewhat stained by the fact that she’d threatened to have him strung up by his ankles (and not in the fun way). And he’d been a little too preoccupied trying to keep her off Hawke’s back to take much note of whether or not her cheekbones really could cut glass.

Now, though, it’s suddenly all he can think about, the sleek angles of her face and the strong jaw tapering to her sharp chin, and – okay, she’s not unattractive, he’ll give her that.

Of course, there’s a fine line here, as is always the case with extremes, like begrudging acceptance and deep-in-your-gut recognition of fact. And it doesn’t take him long to realise that he’s long since crossed the line when it comes to his impression of the Seeker.

Admitting it, though? Hell no.

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Nya Try's to Teach CPR, The Thrilling Conclusion!
  • Nya: *facepalms* Yeah, you didn't maintain one hundred beats per minute, and an ambulance never showed up because no one called 911. So, you lost him.
  • Zane: Ok, he is dead. Anyone know what to do next? Anyone? Lloyd?
  • Lloyd: I have no idea.
  • Zane: Anyone else?
  • Skylor: We bury him?
  • Zane: Wrong. We check for an organ donor card. If he has one, there are only minutes to harvest!
  • Ronin: He has no wallet, I checked.
  • Kai: He's an organ donor.
  • Zane: He is!?
  • Kai: Yeah!
  • Zane: Then get me a styrofoam bucket, *pulls a knife from out of no where* here we go!
  • Everyone: *flips out as Zane stabs the dummy's chest!*
  • Nya: Oh God, what are you doing?
  • Zane: Searching for the organs. *his hand fishing around inside the dummy* Where is the heart?........The precious heart.......
  • Wu: I'm not feeling so well, I need to sit down.
  • Lloyd: *pulls out a chair for Wu* Are you OK?
  • Zane: *turns around making Hannibal Lector sounds, now wearing the dummy's face on his face, causing everyone to freak out again*
  • Nya: This is the last time I try to teach you people anything.
Silver Fox

Your name: submit What is this?

“Get into bed, Ezio.” “I don’t want to.” The assassin said, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at Y/N, who in returned shook her head at the man in front of her. “You need to sleep.” “But.. Why?” He questioned, uncrossing his arms and tilting his head slightly. “Because. You have been away from me for over two months now, and you need to sleep.” “I need to spend time with my beloved.” He says, smirking and Y/N shook her head again.

Ezio was getting older in age, and Y/N constantly worried about him when he was away on a mission. You knew that, even though he was getting older, he was still as athletic as he was when he first discovered the brotherhood at only 17 years old. And not to mention, the man just got better at everything with age. Like a fine wine, almost. And it’s possibly Y/N’s favorite thing about the Itallian Assassin.

“Go. To. Sleep. Ezio. Auditore.” “Only if you come with me.” Ezio shot back, a cheeky smile following a moment later. “You are quite the charmer, Ezio.” “Like I was when I was a teenager.” “Shut up, Ezio.” Y/N said, smiling at him and pushing him towards their room. “Take your armour off and lay down, you. I’ll be right behind you, alright?” Y/N said and it was Ezio’s turn to smile as he nodded, walking into their room and started doing as Y/N said, pushing his hood back first and then took his weapons and armour off, dropping them not far from the doorframe. Ezio looked back quickly before turning his whole body, facing Y/N fully.

“Come here, bella. I have missed you and we haven’t had a proper reunion.” He said, opening his arms for Y/N. She walked close to him, wrapping her arms around him for the first time in ages and sighed contently, Ezio’s arms wrapping around her a moment later. “Missed you, silver fox.” She said, looking up at him and Ezio smiled, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “I missed you as well, bella. Now come. You ordered me to bed and as I said, you’re coming with me.”

Nodding, Y/N pushed him closer to their bed, making him sit down as she went to get a rag to wash the dirt that had made its home on Ezio’s cheeks. Returning a moment later, Ezio scrunched his nose, looking curiously at her. “I’m not quite old enough that I can’t bathe on my own, Y/N…” “This is to wash your face, dummy. Hold still, now.” Y/N said, cleaning Ezio’s face and then smiles, kissing his nose. “There. Now your face isn’t caked with dirt. Even though, you may have looked better with it, but…” “Sounds as if you’re trying to get me riled up, bella.” “Ezio.” “I know, I know. Go to sleep.” He said and Y/N smiled again, nodding. “Right. Now lay down. I’ll be right beside you, Ezio.”

Ezio nodded, slowly moving to take his robes and boots off, yawning and laying down, Y/N going to the other side of the bed and kicking her own shoes off, laying down beside the man.

Smiling, Y/N curled up against Ezio’s side and laid her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Ezio’s arm wrapped around the girl’s shoulders and he kissed the top of her head, sighing contently. “I really did miss you, Ezio. You seemed to have been gone away forever, if you ask me.” “It was just a few months, bella. I’ll always be coming back to you, don’t ever worry about that.”

“You’re not exactly young anymore, Ezio…” Y/N teases, looking up at the man with a smile and he scoffs, shaking his head. “I’m not that old, Y/N! I’ll let you know when I am.” He says, kissing the top of her head again. “And I’ll be growing old right beside you, my love. I promise you that.” Y/N says, pressing her lips to Ezio’s cheek, then settles back beside him.

“I love you, Y/N. Always.”

“I love you too, Ezio. Now go to sleep.”