Ardyn Kingsglaive!AU 
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Слишком уж сильно горит для меня эта аушка - решила сделать короткую историю по ней. Пока что в планах раскадровка на 24 страницы, залайнено пока только 3. Не знаю буду ли красить историю или оставлю в ч/б, но уж больно хочется это все нарисовать.
Краткое описание аушки: Ардин на службе у короля. Ноктис опальный принц который сбежал в Нифльхейм. Задача королевских глеф вернуть принца любой ценой или устранить если ситуация будет критической.

This AU got me too hard - I decided to make a short story of it.
I plan to make storyboard for 24 pages and have lineart if 3 so fat. I don’t know if I’ll color it or leave in b/w.
Short summary: Ardyn serves the king. Noctis is a disgraced prince who fled to Niflheim. Royal glaives’ task is to return the prince at any cost or eleminate him should the situation become critical.

I often receive messages asking about translation for my sketches - this time there'will be both Russian and English version.


NOW PROPERLY EDITED || Angsty Levi drabble to try and get back into my writing groove. I left the other character extremely vague so feel free to imagine the other half of your Levi otp if you wish. Otherwise, enjoy and hit me with some feedback if you do not mind~! Special thanks to @perksofbeingawaifu for inspiring me to write more drabbles! Definitely check out her works!!

Levi’s eyes always seemed to wander over his surroundings with a meticulous edge. Lids heavy over piercing irises as he scanned every inch of each environment he stepped into. Nothing ever seemed to slip past his vision. Even the dust particles that would float and dance in the light of the mid-morning sun were completely visible to him in shadow.

This was a skill he had honed in his earlier years. Always needing to be aware of what was behind him or who was around each corner in the darkness of the underground. Always wanting to avoid unnecessary attention and unwelcomed company as he would weave his way through damp back alleys and overcrowded walkways. Without a doubt, his hands were fine tools. Eleminating danger in a matter of seconds with a sharp slash of his shining blade before cleaning the mess left behind on his slender fingers.

However, he didn’t trust his hands. Lethal things coated in death and destruction. Only able to save a few while harming many. His hands moved as ordered and they served him well, but sometimes they would fail him and leave him grasping at cold air instead of something solid and warm. The lives of those dear to him have slipped through his fingers too many times for him to have faith in their truth. His eyes showed him possibilities and outcomes. They showed him what was and what could be, but a majority of the time, his hands would fail to deliver the proper results.

But his eyes…

His eyes were his veil. His way of masking himself into the low of society he had spent his entire life surrounded by. His way of blending into shadows and vast seas of people to hide his existence from those who would seek to end it. His eyes were his shield and his first line of defense. They never lied and they never failed him. He trusted his eyes. He believed in the images they painted for him, even if they were hard to process or even accept.

So, even now, as he stood in front of the mirror with his ghastly physical appearance being projected before him; he fully trusted what he saw. The bags under his eyes had become severe. A faint hue of red bleeding into the whites while the blue in his irises appeared dull and grey. Lifeless and sleep deprived from years of painting blood soaked images of his corpse ridden reality, only for his mind to process and use as haunts for his short lived dreams.

He looked like shit and there was no hiding it either.

He was much older now and it showed. The life he was leading showed, and the weight of the lives he carried to the grave showed. All of it was apparent in his eyes. A man who was exhausted, but strong. Lonely, but stable. Empty, but still alive. It was all there and staring back at him as he towel dried the scruff of his hair.

He needed to sleep, he determined. Setting the towel aside as he ran his fingers over the course hair coating his jaw.

His eyes were indeed windows, he surmised as he heaved a sigh at the reflective glass. Windows he desperately needed to shut if only for a couple of hours, but when he did, the images they had painted over the years would slide through his dreams like a moving picture. Replaying his darkest moments over and over again until his mind would scream at him to wake up. For him to open the windows and to let them paint more pictures for him to continuously relive.

Slowly, he rubbed his lids with the pads of his fingers. Pushing himself away from the mirror and out of the door frame of the washroom and into the soft candle glow of his quiet office. Looking at himself was hard. Seeing himself with the eyes he so trusted and having to accept that that was indeed how he currently appeared made him want to crawl out of his own skin.

He always made it a point to be presentable, but today he was just too tired to do so. Three days with no sleep and little to no food quickly took it’s toll, and his body was now at an age where he couldn’t outright hide his shitty sleeping habits, or lack thereof, with a clean shave, and a few cups of strong tea.

His hands moved back to his jaw. Scratching at the rough hairs he wasn’t used to wearing as he strode over towards his clean, hung up shirt, and laid out uniform boots. The nights were getting colder and longer and his health wasn’t in top form at this point. The last thing he needed was to get sick on top of his already piss poor condition.

“You look pretty rough.” A soft voice chimed. An echo Levi had long thought lost and a sound that made his heart clench in his chest.

“I know.” He answered firmly. Rounding his trustworthy eyes towards his office chair that was positioned behind him where a shadowed silhouette sat comfortably.

“You should sleep.” The voice resounded. The leather of his chair squeaking as the figure adjusted their body to face him more clearly.

“I know.” He responded again. His feet slowly stepping across the wood of the floor while his hands remained stock still at his hips.

The figure was a familiar one. One he hadn’t seen for quite some time and one he’d admittedly missed and cared for quite deeply. Still though, that didn’t negate the fact that they were sitting their precious ass in his office chair.

“Get your ass out of my chair.”

The figure laughed heartily. Standing up completely straight in one smooth, eerily quiet motion before moving around the desk and stepping into the dim light of a single flame that danced atop a mostly melted candle.


“Why are you here?” Levi asked sharply. His tired eyes staying locked on the person in front of him while his body moved around them and toward his oak desk. Each of his steps precise and angled so not to cause a floorboard to squeak.

“I just… wanted to see you. That’s all.”

Levi let out a huff. Blinking his eyes a couple of times as he picked up a file from his desk with his clever fingers. Tapping the tip of his index against the paper sharply as he evened out his breathing and began moving toward the elegantly lit body in front of him.

“I wanted to see you too, but you shouldn’t be here.”

“I know.”

“Then go.”

“Can’t we just tal-”


Levi’s body had stopped only a few inches from the figment in front of him. His free hand reaching out to grasp at a lock of hair. To run his fingers through it and touch the silky strands that his eyes showed him were there. But his hands were only met with cold air. A breeze in the night against his still damp skin. With an exasperated hum, Levi retracted his fingers. Silently turning and moving his body toward his office chair and sitting down with a hard thump.

“Disappointed?” The figure questioned cheekily. Stepping to sit in the front facing chair directly across from Levi’s own. Their movements making no sounds and their voice barely audible enough for his overly tired ears to hear.

“Of course.” He murmured. Staring at the smiling face in front of him with honest regret and exhaustion.

His chest hurt terribly while his eyes burned with leashed tears and rapidly approaching sleep. He was losing his mind. He was sure of it, but his eyes had never failed him before. Not even in his deepest pits of exhaustion and not even when he silently begged a god he doesn’t believe in to let him see this face smiling at him one last time as he stared down at their pale, blood drained body.

The sadness and greif he felt as he peered into the glowing eyes of the other across from him matched the fear of them disappearing in his gut. His face remained as passive as ever, but emotion boiled over internally to the point of rising acidic bile in his throat as he leaned forward and rested his head against the cold slab of the desk.

“Sleep. I’ll stay.”

“You’re not even real.” He stated sharply. Reaching one hand out while placing the other under his head as a cushion.

“Of course I am. You can see me, can’t you?”

Levi remained quiet for a moment. Watching with hopeful, tired eyes as the figures hand reached over and met his own. Gracing his sense of touch with nothing but cold air yet again. A frown pulling at his lips and his brows furrowing while his ears rang acutely. His vision slowly but surely going dark, and the view of he and his lovers interlocking fingers slowly fading to black.

“Yeah.” He whispered. Sleep washing over him in a deep wave and pulling him under.

He trusted his eyes. He believed in the images they painted for him, even if they were hard to process or even accept. However, he didn’t trust his hands. Sometimes they would fail him, and leave him grasping at cold air instead of something solid and warm. Sometimes, they would let precious things slip from his grip and shatter into tiny pieces that would scatter to the wind.

But, most of the time, they would leave him yearning for a touch of warmth that he could no longer feel.

#67: “Please don't, don't do this!"

Shane McMahon x Reader Request

Requested by @xsimplynaex

Sorry it took so long

wowrd count: 1436

Originally posted by totaldivasepisodes

It was the night of the Suvivor Series. The crowd in Toronto was cheering loudly. So far the night was going smoothly, the matches were top notch. Everything seemed to work how it should. The PPV already progressed to the 5-on-5 Survivor Series elemination match, the last match before the main event.

This year your husband Shane McMahon was on of the wrestlers involved. You were happy for him to wrestle again even though you always had a strange feeling when he set a foot into the ring. You knwew that he was a professionel athlete but the risk of injuries made you worry constantly. Especially because he hadn’t wrestle in a long time and that he tended to overdo in his matches. At least that’s what you thought. After what Shane had done the previous Wrestlemania you were even more tense. When you saw him leap of that steel cage, 20feet down, your breath got stuck in your throat. You had the feeling of suffocating, seeing him fall down in a rapid pace down meeting the anouncer table. This was one of the most horrible moments in your life. After that Event he had to promise to you to never ever do such a risky move again. He chuckled as he promised it, telling you that he was fine and that it was his job. And you knew that he was right and you didn’t want to look so overprotective but you also did’t want to see him get a severe injury leaving him unable to continue his life he had build with you.

You stood backstage next to Stephanie, your sister in Law, as you two eagerly followed the elemination match on the screen. As the match went on Shane recieved some heavy beatings. With every passing minute you could see how the physical ecertion made him struggle. At one point he just lay there under the ropes catching his breath and trying to pull himself togheter again. You knew that he was supossed to act that way but it was clear to you that after almost 7 years without wrestling and his first match at Wrestlemania 32 and now that it wasn’t just an act. You knew Shane too well after severell years togheter. You couldn’t ignore the signs of his exhaution.

But then as Bray and Randy neatly laid Braun onto the commentators desk and you saw how Shane got up on wobbly legs, attempting to climb to the top rope, your stomach turned. In you you could see Step shaking her head. Shane was struggling getting to the top rope.

‘Please don’t. Don’t do this.’ you thought to yourself. It wouldn’t be comparable to the 20feet leap but you were aware that a jump from the top rope was a high risk move. Especially while Shane seemed so shaky on his legs.But then Shane jumped. And he landed on Braun. And he seemed to be… fine? You took a a deep relieved breath. He was ok, he definitely would get a scold as soon as he got his butt behind the curtain, but he was ok. Steph and you chuckeld releaved.

“Oh gosh, Shane will be the death of us some day. At least it went right.” she shook her head. Steph was aware of your constant discussion with Shane about high risk moves.

“Yeah, this time. But I can assure you that he won’t get away with this easily…” you laughed.

As the match went on you were still glued to the monitor. Even though you were afraid for his health you loved to watch him doing what he loved the most. It was a joy to see him so fidgety. While the match was getting to an end for Shane you could'nt wait for him to be by your side again. Steph had told you the vague course of the match. You knew in any moment now he would be eliminated.  

You saw Shane crawling thru the ring and climbing on the top rope once again. Jumping off attempting a Coast to Coast to Roman. But he was getting ready for a Spear. He cought Shane right out of the air pinning him against the matt. As soon as Shane hit the apron you knew something was wrong. His head had bounced on the apron pretty hard. Roman was going to pin him. The offical was counting to two and appruptly stopped as Shane jerked a bit. Roman visibly confused got off from Shane letting the referre check on him. You were in shock. On the monitor you saw the referre talking to your not moving husband. He was knocked out. This wasn’t supposed to happen! Not again. The referre raised his hand motioning to take Shane out of the match. The bell rang. Meanwhile tears were threathing to fall burning in your eyes. Stephanie standing motionless besides you. She didn’t know how to react either.

“Maybe it’s not as bad as it looked.” she tried to comfort you. But by the tone of her words you heard that she didn’t believe her own words.

“Maybe…” you whispered under your breath. Yeah, maybe Steph was right. The leap from the steel cage was way more dangerous than this and he was “fine” after that. Maybe Shane just acted very well… maybe. But maybe he was really hurt.

When you saw the staff helping Shane come backstage you left Steph without a word. While you ran down the hallway to the curtain, you began to panic. Shane was barely able to walk back with help. This wasn’t how he acted normally. He would never ever show any hint of vunerability infront of others. What if he sufferd a severe concussion?

The crowd began to grow louder the nearer you got to the curtain. The match was still on. When you passed another screen you could see how Roman, Dean and Seth were powerbombing Aj thru an anouncer table. You quickened your walk. Whe you reached the office you saw Hunter looking at you with his sad eyes. He gulped visibly

“Y/N, please calm down. Shane is alright. He’s already at the medics office.” he comforted you.

“Well, he didn’t look alright!” you scoffed.

“I’m sorry Y/N. Just trust me, it probably looked worse than it'lll turn out.” He gave you a small smile and squeezed your shoulder reassuringly.

“I’m sorry Hunter, I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s ok, Y/N. I know these situation can be nerve-racking. Just go and look after your man.”  he gave you a push asssuring you again that he didn’t took offense.

You hurried once again down to the medics office. You practicly slam opened the door.

“Shane!” you called out.

And there he sat. With a smug little smile on his face and an icepack on his head, looking as if nothing was wrong.

“Ahh, there she is. My beautiful wife.” He hold out his arms waving them at you to come over. You began to walk towards him, fighting with tears. He slung his arms around your waist resting his head against your stomach.

“Everyting’s fine with me.” he mumbled into your shirt. You turned to the medic.

“Is everything ok?” you aked him worried.

“Well, considering the spear he just got and his head bouncing on the apron with a enormous force, yes, he’s quite ok. He has a slight concussion but nothing terrible. He should probably rest the next few days and try to take things slowly.” the medic told you. You nodded and gave im a small smile, thanking him for taking care of Shane. You turned back to Shane who still clung to your waist like a little child.

“Why don’t you believe me. I said I was fine.” he pouted.

“Sometimes I really hate you!” you sniffeld.

“Ouch, those are some harsh words.” he chuckeld. “Y/N, look at me. I’m fine. I just came down a bit clumsily.” he assured you with a smile, looking deeply in your y/e/c eyes. Your fingers tenderly stroke thru his gray hair. You leaned down giving him a soft kiss.

“You scared me to death. You promised-” you told him searching his eyes.

“I’m sorry, but trust me I’m fine.” he cut you off and smiled up at you. It was crazy how just his smile could calm you down instantly. Only this time he should get away with this.

“You’re a handful, McMahon” you shook your head chuckling.

“Oh, admit it, you love it!”

“I’m not quite sure about that but I know that I love you, Shane.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

I’m rewatching episode 3 and 4 of produce 101 and I’m crying, because some honest to God talented trainees got eliminated whereas less talented but a bit more good looking trainees got to stay and its just so unfair and I feel so bad for them…..

“Ey Yâr!
Sözün mânaya değdiği noktadayım!
Nazarın kalpleri yaktığı demde.
Dilin hâle sükût ettiği ,
Kalbin sonsuza meylettiği yerdeyim
Elemin merkezindeyim ey Yâr,
Melâlin gölgesinde
Bekleyişler arefesindeyim.”

  • Furuta: *has overtaken the leader position of the most dominant organization in tokyo, created new weapons of ghoul mass destruction, plans on the complete elemination of those who arent buddies with him, revives the dead*
  • Goat: *havent even managed to establish themselves as good guys in the eyes of society, have yet to archive anything for the ghoul society despite the lead being the supposed hope for ghouls and their revolution* "lol lets romance"
About past!Allen

We practically know nothing about him but he is still fascinating. Let’s talk about his memory loss and deaging, and why Apocryphos and the Heart are so interested in present!Allen. Long post ahead.

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What if Megamind had this defence mechanism that got triggered everytime he got hurt physically?
His race is pretty skinny and bony, so it would make sense if they actually had some sort of secret wepon, but that it only got activated once in danger because it drains a lot of power.
Once they’re in this state, their body regenerates and repairs the body, but also tries to eleminate the threat thats causing trouble.
The only downside to this, is that once in this state, the person becomes unconcious and oblivious as to whats going on.

Now, Imagine this being triggered when Megamind is in school, on the playground by himself, and Metro dude and the rest of the class groups around him and they start saying mean things and Megamind tries to make a verbal comeback.
And when he strucks a word that makes metrodude mad, metrodude jumps at megs and starts hitting him, and megs only lies there on the ground, trying to crawl away.
But then, Metro dude succeeds in hitting megs square on the jaw, making his face turn in the opposite direction and a loud sort of snap is heard.

Everybody backs away, thinking that Metrodude probably took it too far because he probably accidentally broke a bone on megamind or something.
Megamind lies completely still staring at absolutely nothing, as if he is absent.

Then, Megamind slowly sits up, his head facing down and not saying a single word. Everybody watches with tension thick in the air.
He stands up slowly, and then suddenly with such force, snaps his head up and everybody is filled with terror as he gazes right into their souls with his glowing green eyes, looking murderous AF.

And as he stars to walk towards them, Metrodude grabs Megaminds hands, and tries to fight him down, but becomes utterly shocked when Megamind pushes back with the exact same strength and just BADASS AF.

Now, as they get older, Megamind and Metro man somewhere both decided that Metroman would go easy on him in their kidnappings so that it wouldnt get activated because it was just too dangerous for both of them and especially Roxanne who they both swore not to put into the crossfire.

Although, what if during one kidnapping, Metroman accidentally knocks megamind over, causing him to hit his head so hard that the defence activates, and Roxanne just sits there, totally aghast, watching the chaos unfold.

EDIT: What no one knows though, is that Megamind can actually learn how to control it and use it for his own advantage, but since he’s afraid of himself in that state, he never really thought about trying to take control.
And when he can control it, he’ll learn that he can reverse the powers and use them to heal stuff/persons too by touching them with his glowing green powered hands! (But ofc that will drain him very quickly)

somebody should totally make a fanfic of this kind of stuff though…*COUGH*

anonymous asked:

What if a rival girl (eg: Megami Saikou) couldn't be overpowered and killed? Would you try a more... psychological method of elemination?


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Ļ̝̪̜̀Į̧̮̗ͧ̓̚͜ K̰̤̲̱͚͇̱͑̽ͮ͞  E̶̶͇̪͕̬̯̞͍̤̎ͪ̋̔͌̀

F̞͕̲͔̪̙̞͖̮̗̳̝̘̭͖̯̭͔͐̄ͨ͋̔ͥͩͯ̎͊ͤ͛̍ͤ͊ͬ̚ͅ    ͖̦̬͓̰̰͕̔̏ͬͣ͌̆̊̓̌͑̌͒ͪ̉̃̒U̗̱̫̲ͬ̓ͧͩͮ̾̎̄ͮ̓̃ ̤̺͍̄̌ͭ̌ͧ   N̰̜̘̥̦̖̟̖ͮ͗̈ͦ    !


wow, who knew my first OFF fan art would be a crossover?

I’ve had this idea stuck in my head for awhile, so I took a delay (like four nights worth) from other things to bring you this Five Nights at Freddy’s OFF crossover comic (I’m sure this has been done before, but whatevs)

You kinda have to know the central plot of OFF to understand the joke, but basically, The Batter’s mission is to purify (eleminate all the phantoms) and I saw the opportunity with FNAF’s ghost possessed animatronics and took it. And since Bonnie is *usually* the first to go after you, I chose him (sorry Bonnie, there’s no escaping this guy) so yeah, easiest night ever.

Also, I added eyes on The Batter (he does have them, they’re just usually closed or obscured by his shadow, so I went with my own headcanon, LAWL) so yeah, Kalza’s first OFF fanart (yay!)


this is just for fun, please don’t hurt me

art is © mine

Bonnie and Five Nights at Freddy’s are © Scott Cawthon

The Batter and OFF are © MortisGhost

When I asked for your opinions on hosting another otome contest, a bunch of you reacted with much more glee than I had expected! I’m glad everyone had fun last year, so I’m about to host one again!!!

Last time I had help from the amazing spyoflove, kumisoria and otomefanfics with the judging and the prizes.

I know without them I couldn’t have done it, so, this is a recruitment thread for people who want to help out! 

What does being a judge mean?

You can help me judge individual pieces entered in the contest. For this I will provide you with a score sheet and notes what to look for. Last year there were around 20 entries per round.  As a judge, you can’t enter in the contest.

You must also provide a prize to give at the end of it all. This can be anything; a fanfic, a fanedit, itunescard, steamkeys, pretty much anything that can have to do with otome.

If you can’t judge a round, that’s okay. The system is flexible, so its all accounted for. 

Please send me an ask / submit a text post if you want to be a judge, telling me what you can offer. 

I don’t want to be a judge, but I can sponsor:

That’s amazing and very generous! What is a contest without prizes, after all? Please message me if this is the case :)

As a sponsor you don’t owe anything. You will be put on a list of sponsors from which the winners can choose a prize, so your prizes will be given a little different.  

If it happens you suddenly can’t give out a prize anymore, no sweat! You’ll be taken off the list.

Last year’s contest details

  • Anyone can enter
  • 3 rounds
  • Themed rounds
  • Entries can consist of otome fanfiction/fanart/fanedits, as long as they stick to the theme
  • Any English otome game can be used for your piece
  • You may recycle your old work, but it gets less points
  • If you miss a round, don’t sweat it. You’re still in the contest, you just don’t get any points.
  • No elemination rounds. The one with the most points in the end will receive a prize.

Of course, if you want more info on something, you can message me then as well!

As for myself I’ll be providing steamkeys to 3 otome games. If there’s a shortage on prizes, I will also offer a fan edit or video.

If you want to enter the contest, as either a contestant, judge or simply enjoy looking on from the sidelines, 

please reblog this post!!

This didn’t turn out as planned… (T▽T) I do not like the end product… But oh well…

So this is an AU inspired by the anime Beyond the Boundary.

Naruto is a half Japanese (half demon) exchange student who houses a demon inside him and Hinata is the heiress of a clan set out to eliminate the said demon.

Hinata follows Naruto everywhere looking for an opportunity to eleminate him but ends up falling in love with him.

Bingo book titles

       okay so i had a little burst of inspiration and did the thing. these are personal headcanons and no one is obligated to adhere to them :0 

       Firstly, these titles are viewed as technically suggestions rather than strict guidelines, but regardless many shinobi adhere to them and academy students are taught about these titles.

      Flee on sight: Just like it sounds. Regardless of rank, enemy shinobi with this title should not be confronted for any reason. If spotted you should pray they havent seen you, run immediately, and not look back. Few Shinobi earn this rank and their bounties are exorbitant.

    Highly dangerous: Should not be confronted if not specifically mission related and only then by people of Jounin, Tokubetsu Jounin, or Anbu ranking. Their bounties are typically really high and it’s common for jinchuriki to hold these titles. Genin should consider these people flee on sight.

   Dangerous: Can be confronted if not mission related, but not advised by people below the rank of jounin. Because Chunin are rarely assigned the task of eleminating specific people it doesn’t come up, but chunin can confront if mission related. Their bounties are nothing to sneeze at.

   Noteworthy: Somewhat infamous. Can be confronted by people ranked chunin and higher, but with discretion. Usually, this is the lowest and most common ranking within the bingo books. Entire clans have earned this title, and it’s common for people connected to shinobi of higher titles, such as genin teams, as well. Bounties will vary but generally are lower.

   Some shinobi will fluctuate between these titles, some will be misjudged, and some have no titles what so ever. If a shinobi makes it into the bingo books at all, it means they’re noteworthy at the very least.