empty castle

enjoy this gif i made from last night. if i would have been a step to the left i would of held his hand. best night of my life ❤️

As requested by anon, have some reasons why I love Allura~

  • likes sparkly stuff
  • plays roadgames with the mice
  • the closer she is to someone, the more she shows her real emotions
  • “PALADINS YOU MUST GET BACK IMMEDIATELY” despite the paladins being engaged in battle/locked in/etc.
  • does hair makeovers when she’s bored
  • works herself past the point of exhaustion to defeat Zarkon and help everyone
  • didn’t know how to hold Galran guns 
  • likes gossip
  • doesn’t take her earrings off for sleep
  • *folds hands in front of body*
  • realized that she treated Keith wrongly and apologized with a hug, emphasizing that she came as a friend and not a superior 
  • pretends to be strong and cold when she’s scared and insecure
  • THE PRETTIE S T;;; i’m sobbing she’s so beautiful 
  • likes relaxing baths
  • can communicate with the mice via thoughts
  • can shapeshift!!!
  • was born and raised as a princess - her demeanor effortlessly demands respect
  • probably used to wear jewelry  
  • has a temper that breaks through sometimes
  • her weapon of choice is a staff
  • was so happy when the paladins finally started working together
  • “your ears” “my ears…?” “they are hideous!”
  • went to sleep in the middle of a battle and wakes up to an empty castle full of 5 strange aliens she has never seen before but doesn’t seem put off by it
  • can hold heartwarming speeches
  • has the Diplomat Smile that allows her to keep smiling through anything
  • sacrificed herself to save Shiro
  • almost died, got magic 0.3 seconds ago but still kicked Haggar’s ass
  • wanted to sneak out to make sure that the Galra weren’t tracking her
  • is stubborn
  • loves her father unconditionally and wants to make him proud
  • *is happy* *puts hands together over chest*
  • has a glowy (!!!) crown/tiara/headband thingy
  • can’t deal with children under a certain age
  • was extremely disappointed when she wasn’t allowed to go to the space mall with the others
  • very strong and presumably super skilled at hand-to-hand combat 
  • her earrings are communicators
  • knows a lot about all kinds of civilizations
  • -.-

[keith] [keith with meta improvement] [lance] [pidge] [shiro] [hunk] [coran]

the signs as 2000′s songs

Aries:  Missy Elliott, “Get Ur Freak On”

Pisces:  Nelly, “Hot in Here”

Taurus:  Chamillionaire, “Ridin’”

Gemini:   Destiny’s Child, “Bootylicious”

Cancer:  Shakira, “Hips Don’t Lie”

Leo:  M.I.A., “Paper Planes”

Virgo: Pussycat Dolls , “Don’t Cha”

Libra:  Avril Lavigne, “Complicated”

Scorpio:  Amy Winehouse, “Rehab”

Sagittarius:  Kelis, “Milkshake”

Capricorn:  Britney Spears, “Oops!…I Did It Again”

Aquarius:  Gwen Stefani, “Hollaback Girl”

i want to live in a world that feels ancient, atmosphere thick and hazy with enchantment, mist rolling over golden hills beneath a pale sunrise, clear glittering rivers spilling over luscious moss, gentle beasts of lore roaming the forests and skies, lovely rose briars and curving thickets teeming with fireflies, dandelion seeds wandering along dirt paths between the trees

vibrant market places and peddlers of spells and flutes carved by elves and charmed pendants and tapestries woven with gold thread, coin purses emptying into the hands of eager children, the sound of metal clanging in a blacksmith’s forge and hearty eruptions of laughter from a candlelit alehouse and friendly bartering and the droning nasal tone of old instruments and horse hooves against cobblestone, innkeepers welcoming weary travelers to rest in tiny rooms with four post beds, heraldic banners fluttering in the wind

witches living peacefully on the outskirts and blessing the ill with herbal remedies, floral vines over the front doors of delightful cabins with dried flowers scattering wooden tables and wicker baskets of fresh linens in the corner and crisp brown bread on clay plates, clothing lines with lace dresses strung up over bubbling streams

kingdom walls of cracked stone and creeping moss, chapels with high ceilings and mosaic windows and reverent priests and a choir of pure angelic voices, a cluttered library of stained maps and dusty scrolls and tales inked in meticulous calligraphy, a hidden armory with intricately crafted steel weapons, a vast empty courtyard and castle rising high above villages ruled fairly by a reclusive warrior queen

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Ghibli’s Movies Art

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anxiety-pidgeon-deactivated2017  asked:

ok ok for the langst thing, lance is having a bad day or something and someone (you can decide who) gives him a hug and he jus breaks down sobbing because it reminds him of his mom (going off of the moment at the party when he says he misses his moms hugs) sorry this is badly written bYE

*folds hands nicely* thank you for your ask

OKA Y NOW FAM LISTEN THIS SHITS GONNA BE WILD

- Lets start with the leader of the group and space dad, shiro. He finds Lance sulking in the observatory with a look on his face Shiro hasn’t seen on the blue paladin before. He looks tired, but not just tired, exhausted. In every meaning of the word. Shiro himself is used to the feeling but seeing it on such a carefree positive soul hurts his heart. He walks over to Lance and sits down next to him, hesitant to put his hand on Lance’s shoulder, and only then does the blue paladin come out of his homesick trance.

With a quick plastered on smile and tired eyes, he greets Shiro and though his voice holds no annoyance, Shiro can tell Lance doesn’t want him there. Doesn’t want to burden him, or worry him with his own stupid problems. The ache in Shiro’s heart grows and he hesitates to get closer, he doesn’t know Lance that well but he knows he needs someone and its Shiro’s job and a leader and family member to reassure him. (Also Lance staring out into space reminded Shiro of a heartbroken puppy, needing love and affection)

He pulls Lance into a slightly awkward hug. But once he hears the paladin sob and bury his face in his shoulder, it becomes bone-crushing. Lance then clutches back and weeps while weakly trying to tell Shiro about everything, his homesickness, his insecurities, his feelings. Shiro can’t understand but he just rubs Lance’s back and shushes him. Promising everything would be okay and never letting him go.

- Next is Hunk, the yellow paladin had woken up early from a bad dream he cant even remember and decided he should just have breakfast early instead of uselessly trying to go back to sleep.

A giant empty castle is not only lonely but creepy too, so naturally, he decides to wake up Lance. They were close enough that Hunk wouldn’t be anxious about bothering him and he could make it up to him by cooking something if he really disturbed his friend’s beauty sleep. When he gets to his room he doesn’t waste his time knocking, knowing his friend would have Pidge’s headphones on to help him sleep. He opens the door and almost does a double take on what he sees.

Lance sitting up with his pillow crushed in his embrace, weeping into the fabric and shaking violently. Hunk assumes Lance had the same problem as him and had a nightmare and immediately acts. Grabbing a pillow with one hand and stroking Lance’s hair with the other, the yellow paladin had his friend in his arms, one arm cradling his back whilst the other still stroked his hair comfortingly.

He began to reassure Lance that they all had nightmares and it was okay to talk to him. He started listing the blurry details of the dream he had before Lance coughed out a sob, weeping hard enough to struggle breathing. Hunk tries to soothe him for a while and after a few minutes Lance’s sobbing calmed down to gasping breaths. His grip on Hunk’s shoulders turn harsh and tells him it wasn’t a dream. Hunk freezes and asks what it was that made him cry. Lance whispers, “Myself.”

- Now we have Pidge, working hard on her computer whilst everyone is sleeping. Or should be. After a few hours when Pidge’s eyes start to sting from staring at a screen for so long, the mice come to her acting more frantic then usual. She asks them whats wrong (as if they could answer) before she realizes two of them are missing. Assuming the worst, she gets up and asks the remaining mice to guide her to the others. They run off into the dark halls and Pidge certainly didn’t expect what she found.

Lance, curled up with tears in his eyes, quietly venting to the mice on his shoulder and in his hair (seemingly trying to comfort him) Pidge listens in to hear him crying over his family, and the way he talks of his siblings reminds her of her own. She realizes how much of a brother Lance has been to him over their time in space and clutches her sweatshirt as he begins to speak about his flaws and insecurities. She listens and listens and knows she shouldn’t but she can’t help but eavesdrop and let guilt fill her as she hadn’t been a good little sister to the blue paladin as he was to her.

At one point she cant listen anymore and practically collapses onto Lance, frantically apologizing and sympathizing with his longing for his family. She rambles and rambles, afraid when she stops Lance will yell at her for listening to things that weren’t her business. But sometime through her rant, Lance’s hand comes up to stroke her hair and she stops instantly. Looking up at the boy she saw tears pouring from his eyes, seemingly not affecting the growing smile on his face. A smile that showed…relief. They continue to vent to each other, crying in each others arms.

- And last but not least, Keith. Going off to the training room as he did everyday, he noticed something off, the sounds of metal clanging and laser shots came from within. Once he opened the door, he saw Lance training, but he wasn’t the same as the goofy paladin he argued with that morning. That paladin always had a smile on his face, tries to find a joke in every situation to lighten the mood but this paladin was not him. This paladin, let out an aura of frustration. His everything just screamed with anger, lack of patience, and spite.

Keith was snapped out of it when the gladiator landed a nasty kick to Lance’s side and watched his paladin fly back with a yelp of pain. He flinched when the blue paladin yelled out with frustration and practically growled, “End the simulation.” Keith was about to step in when Lance grabbed his bayard only to throw it against the wall with a shout.

Keith coughed in an attempt to grab his attention but it went unnoticed as his teammate picked his bayard back up and ordered the simulation to start again. Keith crossed his arms and waited, watched Lance hastily aim all around his enemy but only landing two shots. Usually the paladin kept his cool, was patient when aiming for the right shot but here he was, well, a lot more like Keith. Right before the gladiator landed another nasty hit, Keith took action.

“End simulation!”

Lance whipped around and saw Keith, arms crossed with an angry look on his face. Well, he almost always looked angry but here he was obviously thinking. Hard.

Probably judging how awful Lance was at fighting. And after a solid minute of silence, Lance couldn’t take it anymore.

“Don’t just stand there! Go on! Tell me what a fuck up i am!”

Keith’s expression dropped.

“When will I be good enough for you?! For anyone!” His voice wavered as he yelled at the ground. Then he gave up, and let the tears fall. Keith slowly walked towards his friend before letting a few tears of his own fall.

“You always were.” And he pulled Lance into a hug that was instantly returned.

Light Bulbs

(Edit:  I found the prompt that inspired this one.)

> Remember that prompt where Haggar hit Lance with one of her spells and made him invisible from the rest of the team? How about this went in another route?

> Lance was indeed hit by Haggar’s spell but this time it caused a domino effect to the rest of team Voltron due to the bonds that they share to each other.

> The next day after they fought the witch, Lance woke up to an empty castle. At first he thought that the others were just busy with their own things so he did what a normal person does. He searched the entire castle, or at least the parts that he was familiar with and places where the other Paladins frequently visit.

> Lance checked each hangar of the lions but he didn’t find anyone. Not even Pidge who seemed like taken residency in Green’s hangar. He didn’t find Hunk in the kitchen and his best friend was not in his own room also. Allura was not in her usual place when piloting the castle and he didn’t even stumbled to Coran, not even once. It was also a surprise that Lance didn’t find Keith in the training room. If Lance didn’t find any of them then there was a 99% chance that Shiro was nowhere too.

> Enter the denial and rationalization stage. Lance tried to make himself believe that they were just pulling a prank on him. He said in the hallways that the prank was not funny anymore. No one answered back.

> Lance really hoped that it was just a prank. After waiting for a whole day though he realized the painful truth that he was really alone inside the castle that was travelling in the middle of nowhere.

> He also realized that he could no longer feel the comforting presence of Blue inside his mind. It was as if something was blocking their connection to each other.

> Lance started to panic and wonder where everyone else was. Did an enemy attacked them and captured them?

…or…did they left him behind? He tried to dismiss the thought and told himself that it was impossible because the lions were still in the castle. But what if he was the one who got kidnapped and this was just an illusion?

> Having cooked meals prepared for him in the next following days, feeling that someone was touching his hands and shoulders, having random things being broken even though he was not touching anything, seeing random light bulbs in the middle of the hallway or his room, and blank notes and monitor screen didn’t help to minimized the fear clawing up Lance’s throat. It did the opposite.

> Lance could no longer sleep because of the feeling of isolation and being haunted at the same time. If he did managed to get some shut eye he would be awakened immediately whenever he feel that someone was in the same room as him.

> He learned to have his bayard with him wherever and whenever he was. This happened when one time he was grabbed from behind and he saw this shadow in a human sized that was about to drag him away. Lance kicked the shadow as hard as he could and it stumbled far away from him and enough for Lance to make a quick escape. So from then he always carry his weapon with him.

> Now, I said everyone was affected so let’s start with: Keith.

> Keith experienced the same thing as Lance did when he woke up the next day. The only difference was that he could see and touch Lance but it seemed the other can’t. It became painfully obvious that he became invisible towards Lance. Not only that, he didn’t find the others also when he searched the castle.

> Keith saw how Lance struggle in thinking that he was alone. Keith promised to himself that he would accompany the blue paladin even though the other could not see him.

> Sometimes though he got angry because of the situation and break things in order to release his frustrations. An action that Keith soon regretted when he realized that it only added to Lance’s fears.

> One day Keith tried to grabbed Lance’s shoulder and he was momentarily happy when the blue paladin finally made eye contact with him. Lance can finally see him!

> But it was short lived when Keith saw Lance’s face morphed in an expression of sheer terror and gave the blue paladin enough strength to give Keith a good kick on the stomach.

> Keith knew that Lance saw something but it was definitely not the red paladin.

> Keith was also confused why there were light bulbs that appear randomly in the middle of the hallways and rooms. Whenever he saw such items he simply move it away.

> Pidge: like Keith, Pidge suffer the same thing. Pidge could see Lance but not the rest of the team.

> But Lance could not see Pidge.

> Pidge was angry and tried to find a solution on how to fix the problem. An idea popped out and Pidge remembered in a game that students leave lit candles somewhere to give the others a signal that they were there, in the same place but just in a different plane of reality.

> Pidge tried to do the same with the Altean light bulbs.

> Pidge was sure that someone was also out there whenever the light bulbs were moved. That person was just in a different ground where Pidge and Lance was.

> Hunk was a mess. He could not find anyone and his best friend could not see him. He couldn’t even help Lance and make the blue paladin feel that he was not really alone!

> So Hunk do what he did best aside from engineering, he made sure that Lance get enough food to sustain his body.

> At first Hunk’s heart was in danger of crumbling to tiny pieces when he saw the suspicion written all over Lance’s face when the plate of freshly cooked food was put on the table. Hunk really thought that Lance would ignore it.

> Hunk was overjoyed when Lance gave the food the benefit of the doubt. After the first bite it seemed Lance deemed the food safe enough for consuming.

> Sometimes, Hunk tries to give Lance a comforting pat on the hands and shoulders but he immediately caught on that such actions onle caused more distress on the blue paladin’s current state.

> Shiro tried to make a rational thought when he found out one day that a) everyone, except Lance, was nowhere to be found and b) Lance can’t see him at all.

> As the leader, Shiro already decide that he would watch Lance and protect him if needed.

> Though despite Lance not seeing him it seems that the blue paladin could feel his presence.

> This was proven when Shiro made a mistake of soothing away Lance’s fears one time when he saw the blue paladin sleeping with a distressed face. Shiro attempted to run his fingers through Lance hair but it only cause the other to wake up instantly and look around the room with fear clearlt written on his face.

> Shiro once saw Lance attempting to escape the ‘haunted’ castle but everytime this happened something screwy will occur. Like the escape pods not working properly (this was all Pidge’s work).

> Allura and Coran immediately caught on what was happening. They were both researching things related to magic ever since Allura discovered her gift.

> Allura tried to leave a note for Coran in her room because she knows that was where he will check for her. She just hoped that it will work.

> It did, and the rest of the Paladin were informed on what was happening

> Everyone except for Lance for he only see blank notes and could not communicate to others and vice versa.

> Shiro wrote in a obvious state of panic that they needed to do something or Lance will be in grave danger mentally first then physically next. Hunk made the same note and Pidge was screaming in frustration while typing and Keith just want to fight someone.

> It was a race against time.

(So, the Corpse Party: Tortured Souls anime version influenced this one also…)

Jagged

For #kuroweek2k17- Day 3: Reflection/Mirror

Cover Image: source

- wolf 🐺


On Day 4 since Shiro returned, the dining table that had been a staple during meal times, that had delightfully bounced the ceiling lights off the surface to the amusement of the team, mysteriously wound up in one of the many empty room in the castle. It was placed awkwardly inside the room, as if haphazardly pushed in by the ones moving it, before the door was closed and locked.

No one mentioned the lack of the table as Shiro picked at his food from his seat in the common area that they had collectively deemed to be the living room of the castle.

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Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a SiriusXReader where they wake up on saturday after having sex (she wears his shirt before he wakes up and they’re best friends) and they’re not in love yet and none of the Marauders goes to Hogsmeade but Reader and Sirius spend the day together (nobody knows) and they fall in love for each other when they’re swimming in the lake? (Don’t put the sex, please!) Thank you and I love your imagines!!! + sorry if is too specific 😂

It just last a few minutes, the satisfying smiles on their faces as they were both lying on the bed, the sheets tangled mess beneath them and their clothes strewn around the room carelessly. As Y/N’s pantings started to slow down, changing into steady breaths, she didn’t dare to glance at Sirius. It happened too fast, from the moment they stepped in her dormitory just for he wanted to escort her up, and maybe talk, but then they sat down on her bed and he was close, and she looked so good in her new dress and they haven’t thinking. But they were best friends since the first year, and now it was awkward.

“Listen, I, uh…” – Sirius started, after Y/N stared the ceiling for long minutes. His voice was uncertain, but she knew what he was thinking about. He just didn’t know how he should say it; it was different with other girls, saying he only wanted them for a night, but Y/N was his best friend.

“Don’t worry, I’m not in love with you.” – She cut him off; suddenly she didn’t feel herself so embarrassed. – “I mean, it was definitely really… really good, but…”

Sirius let out a deep breath. “Good. I was afraid I have to ask you out now or something.”

She raised an eyebrow, elbowing next to Sirius. “You say it like if that would be the worst thing.”

“No, no, I didn’t mean…” – He started, suddenly aware of how bad it sounded what he just said, but she just laughed.

“It’s fine, I knew what you meant.” – She rested her head on his chest while he wrapped his arm around her waist. – “Do you think we can do this again… maybe? I mean, if it’s okay to you…” – And she felt herself embarrassed again, but she had to ask, because it was so amazing with him.

And he agreed. They set one rule: they will do this in secret, because both of them now how their friends would react. James and Remus would kill Sirius and would be sure he will hurt Y/N’s feelings, Lily would try to talk her out every time she would see them near to each other… no, they want to have fun. And they had, indeed.

The awkwardness disappeared after the first time, and there were only pleasure and fun. There were no responsibilities or deeper feelings; it was just all easy and natural – maybe a bit too natural, but between them things was never difficult. They were best friends for a reason, after all.

It was an early Saturday morning when Y/N woke up, finding her dormitory was already empty. She tried to stretch her limbs, but Sirius body was pressed to hers too tightly, and when he sensed she was awake, he only pulled her closer, burying his face in her soft, sweet-smelling hair. She lightly shook her head and giggled silently; of course it was nice to not just having sex but snuggled up to each other too, but Sirius was so needy for it sometimes it was amusing. She waited until he fell asleep again; until his breaths were slow and steady before she crawled out from the bed, taking on Sirius’ shirt.

It was a day of a Hogsmeade trip, Y/N remembered, and she wanted to go – but not alone. Since her roommates already left, and probably most of her friends too, she decided to stay there, picking up a book and sitting back down next to Sirius. She was reading for at least half an hour when the boy finally woke up, slowly opening his eyes before he snapped his head up, staring her with a cocked eyebrow.

“What?” – She asked, not understanding the smug smile on his face.

“Nothing, just never seen you in my shirt before. Suits you well, though.”

She bit her lip and smiled before put the book down on the nightstand. “I thought you prefer me without it.”

“Now that you mention it…” – She giggled when he pushed her down on the sheets, tracing wet kisses on her neck, but stopped suddenly, pulling back. – “Why aren’t you in Hogsmeade?”

She sat up, leaning back against the headboard. “Well, I wanted to, but my friends already left and I don’t want to go alone.”

“That’s not very nice of them.” – He said, furrowing his eyebrows before stood up and started to dress up. – “Leaving you there…”

“Can’t blame them, though.” – She shrugged. – “They probably just tried to escape as soon as they could… Sometimes you snore like a drunken dog.” – He stopped buttoning his shirt and looked down at her with narrowed eyes, but with a hint of smirk at the corner of his lips. – “Didn’t you wanted to go?” – She asked before Sirius could have added something.

“Remus is still too weak after the full moon, Peter babysit, and James has a date with Lily.” – He explained, taking on his jeans. – “We can go together if you want to.”

And she said yes; it was the middle of May and the weather was warm and too nice for just sitting inside the chilly and almost completely empty castle. Sirius waited for her while she was getting ready; she take on a nice, thin shirt with a new, short skirt, making Sirius froze for a second when he saw her, then that so familiar grin appeared on his face. “Pretty.” – He complimented, but she knew his thoughts weren’t so solid.

It was late morning when they finally stepped out, into really a hot day and Y/N was glad she decided to wear just light and short clothes. They spent long hours at the village, wandering around the crowded shops, buying quills and books and delicious sweets. Only when they had left nothing to buy, they went to the Three Broomsticks for a few butterbeers, talking for another few hours. Several of Y/N’s friends waved at her when they passed them, almost nervously with narrowed eyes, but none of them joined to their table. After the third girl, Sirius looked at Y/N with a confused face, thinking at she had no idea either of the others’ odd behaviour, but she sighed, rolling her eyes.

“They probably think we’re on a date.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows in surprise, but then smirked. “Well, that’s your fault.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” – She folded her arms, but laughed.

“Because there are just the two of us, and you know… usually, you’re not dressing like this.”

She rolled her eyes. “Because usually, we have to wear uniforms, you dolt.”

He raised his palms defensively. “Hey, it’s not me who think we’re on a date.”

Y/N’s heart leapt with a feeling that she couldn’t quite understand, but waved it off, not really bothering to thinking it about twice.

People started to fill the pub since everyone finished their shopping – the whole place was crowded. They decided to go out and finish their last butterbeer on the way back to the castle; it was still hot and sunny, there wasn’t even a single cloud on the sky. They were walking at the edge of the Black Lake, Y/N tried to recover from an almost exhausting laugh after Sirius’ joke. Her hands on her aching stomach, inhaling and exhaling deeply while he looked down at her, grinning.

“We should go and swim.” – He didn’t even wait for her answer, he started to unbuttoning his shirt instantly, walking closer to the lake. Y/N followed, but stopped in front of him. – “What? Do you afraid the giant squid will see your tits?” – He grinned, and Y/N let out a chuckle, too.

“No, you idiot. There are people there!” – She pointed her finger at the distance – in a far distance. There were some people indeed, but so far away from that side of the lake they’d probably only saw shapes.

Sirius growled and rolled his eyes, unbuckling his belt now and take off his pants too. “Are you coming or not?” – He looked back before he disappeared in the water. – “It’s warm!” – He shouted, his head poking out, and Y/N sighed one last time before she slipped out from her clothes and dropped them off to the ground.

She tried to found him, but he disappeared from her eyes; before suddenly, she felt two hands on her legs and something between her thighs – she screamed as Sirius raised her up and came above the water. He laughed and she was sitting on her shoulders. – “That wasn’t funny, you scared me to death!” – She said a bit angrily, hitting his head. In the next moment she found herself in the lake, as he dropped her off. She swam on the surface quickly, and as Sirius currently closed his eyes as he was laughing, she threw herself on him, pushing him above the water.

She laughed as he started to tickle her under the water, letting him go. They both laughed and took on deep breaths, inches from each other’s face, before Sirius leaned closer and kissed her lips; slowly for a few seconds before he left her and went to swimming around.

But Y/N froze in one place. Because he never kissed her before like this, in public, in circumstances like this; not when he knew it won’t lead into more. Maybe he haven’t even noticed, but she did, and also the feeling that she felt again, same as noticed at the Three Broomsticks earlier, only it was more intense now. She couldn’t remember back when these feelings started, but now when she noticed, she couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“Are you alright?” – She heard Sirius’ voice suddenly. He looked at her concerned, as he probably saw the shock on her face.

She looked into his eyes and cleared her throat, waving the feeling away again. But it wasn’t so easy anymore. “Yeah, I’m fine.” – She smiled, swimming away from him.

And they were swimming and laughing and felt themselves great, and she almost thought everything was fine again, until they stopped again, close to each other. He took out a bit of seaweed from her wet hair, but when their gaze met, he couldn’t look away, and she felt that again; her heart was racing and she wanted to kiss him – nothing more, just kissing, and in the moment she glanced down, he cupped her cheek with one hand, leaned on and pressed his lips against hers. They kissed so many times in the past few months, still, it felt like it was the first time.

His hand didn’t left her face and their lips almost still touched after he broke the kiss, looking into her eyes which was full of a mix of fears and excitement; and she saw the same on his, too. “You… you felt that too?”

She slowly nodded, and they gazing at each other, for so long it started to getting awkward again. Maybe it was from the surprise, as these feelings were so sudden and almost out of nowhere. Y/N left him there, swimming out until her legs found the ground, taking on his clothes. Sirius followed, and though she didn’t walk away, he only saw her back. He reached his hand out after he dressed up, grasping her arm and waist and turning her around to face with him, pulling her closer.

He kissed her again, with the same slow and deep pace, and he had to break it again – now because Y/N was smiling onto the kiss so hard. He chuckled, pressing his forehead against hers. “I think I’m in love with you. Maybe.”

She bit her lip and tried to straighten her face. “Maybe I’m in love with you too.”

Sirius wrapped his arms around her, raising his head up before he looked down at her again. His pupils were so dilated the grey eyes seemed almost black. “Then maybe will you be my girlfriend?” – His voice was low, and almost uncertain, and Y/N had a feeling it was because he was still not completely sure she’d say yes.

But she beamed, and Sirius never seen a smile so beautiful, and never heard a sound of a “Yes” sweeter and more satisfying before.


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anonymous asked:

do you know any welsh myths? i feel like it would be fitting to have one of those!

I haven’t done anything Welsh yet, which I feel is basically just taunting my ancestors at this point, so I will grant your request. However, I’ve done it in a really arse about face kind of way, and instead of choosing one of Wales’ myriad beautiful and bizarre myths, I’ve given you a culturally appropriated folklore turned piece of false history. I hope this satisfies your Welsh craving. 

There are lots of Welsh names as well as historical information and comparative lore under the Read More, if that helps at all. If you don’t want to read the poorly retold tale of a trusty hound, a legally useless baby and an improbable wolf, then press J on your keyboard to skip it as this is a long post!

Dogs are Shit at Babysitting

A long long time ago, in a time when Wales is an actual place which isn’t just ruled by the apathetic heir to the English throne, there dwells a guy named Llywelyn. Actually, there are about 6,000 guys named Llywelyn because it is a confusingly popular name, but this Llywelyn is the main Llywelyn, because his name is Llywelyn Fawr, which means Llywelyn the Great, and there is no Llywelyn the Best, or even a Llywelyn the Slightly Better. He is also basically the ruler of all of Wales, which sounds really impressive until you remember that Wales is about the size of a thimble and is mostly just fields. Anyway, at the time of this story, Llywelyn has recently become the father to an absolutely incredible baby boy, whose mother was really inconsiderate and died in childbirth. Now, this kid must be literally the best baby ever, because even though he’s illegitimate and therefore can’t be Llywelyn’s heir, making him about as useful as a Human Rights charter at a UKIP convention, Llywelyn doesn’t just fuck off. Instead, he decides to be a thoroughly modern man and take care of the baby himself. He really goes all out with it, too. Like, he moves himself into this shitty castle in the arse end of nowhere, presumably telling his wife that he’s, you know, communing with nature or working on his aura or something, and he becomes the great dad that he has no interest in being to any of his other litters of illegitimate offspring.

He’s not alone, however, because living in a huge castle with just an infant would get kind of boring, once the novelty of cleaning up sick and washing nappies wore off. No, Llywelyn takes his best bro with him: the one friend who’s stuck with him through thick and thin; the pal who’d never judge him for leaving his wife and heir to shack up with a technically useless illegitimate baby. The name of this astonishingly faithful friend is Gelert, and also he has four legs. Not because he’s some sort of mystical sprite, but because he is a dog, and dogs quite often have four legs. As far as dogs go, Gelert is definitely in the uppermost percentile. He’s probably in the top ten. He’s just an all-round A+ canine companion. He was given to Llywelyn as a wedding gift by his father-in-law, King John ‘if I kick my illegitimate daughter Joan out to marry Llywelyn and live in Wales, is that a good enough excuse to ransack the place and raze it to the goddamn ground, leaving it as nothing but a heap of charred remains next to the glorious rolling hills’ of England, which means that of all the things that Llywelyn’s father-in-law gave him on his special day, Llywelyn valued the dog over his wife. Which is fine actually, because they got married when Llywelyn was 31 and Joan was 12, so they probably didn’t have that much in common anyway.

Anyway, Llywelyn and Gelert are totally inseparable. There’s probably entire montages of the two of them just being adorable best friends, with them running down hills in slow motion and sniffing flowers, and Llywelyn sitting in front of a roaring fire and nursing his baby with a plastic teat while Gelert rests faithfully at his slipper-clad feet, and Gelert baring his teeth and snarling as he loyally rips the throat out of the bunny that Llywelyn is hunting, and it’s all lovely and very Lassie-esque. The two of them live with Llywelyn’s pointless illegitimate offspring in their empty castle surrounded by woodland and emptiness, and it’s all just excellent.

One day, Llywelyn is invited to go out on a lads’ hunting trip (basically the equivalent of a boys only trip to Magaluf in those days) with some visiting noblemen and, being a single dad, he naturally leaps at the chance to wear a fancy coat and maybe show off his abs a bit and just fucking kill some shit for fun. However, there’s one slight flaw in the plan, and that’s the fact that living in a castle on a hill in the middle of nowhere does rather limit his babysitting options. There’s no convenient teenage girl called Carly who just wants to make enough money to go to Coachella this year and also prove to her mother that she’s responsible. Not even one. So, Llywelyn improvises, and he decides that the best thing to do would be to just get his best friend to cover for him. But it’s fine, because he doesn’t do anything bizarre like ask Gelert to babysit or anything. That would be weird. He’s just like “look, I’m going on a hunt with the lads, and of course you’re invited because you’re an absolutely stellar hunting hound, but I need you to just check that the castle is safe from, like, random wolves. I have a very real fear of wolves in my castle. I would not like that at all. This castle has historically been a wolf-free zone, and I really plan on keeping it that way. I don’t want to tarnish my perfect track record of zero wolf-related incidents within these walls. Can you do that for me?” and Gelert probably does that thing that dogs do when they silently commune with your soul to convey a wordless message of complete obedience, and Llywelyn beams and says “great, I’ll just go and set some stuff up with the lads and I’ll call you once you’ve had a chance to completely safeguard the life of my defenceless newborn son against improbable wolves,” and Gelert barks and wags his tail and Llywelyn goes off to sharpen his sword in preparation for manly violent japes, then joins his group of hunt-ready friends in the woods.

After a little while, Llywelyn decides that it’s probably been long enough for Gelert to perform all his rigorous security checks, and besides, the lads are getting restless with slaughter cravings, so Llywelyn blows on his super rad hunting horn and waits for a few minutes for Gelert to appear, but much to Llywelyn’s chagrin, Gelert remains about as absent as Llywelyn’s paternal skills. All of Llywelyn’s manly hunting companions sigh, and they’re like “look, Llywelyn, he’s not coming, can we just go already? We came here to metaphorically shoot the shit and literally kill tiny animals, and we’ve all shot about as much shit as we can handle.” Llywelyn just sort of looks worriedly over his shoulder at the castle in the distance, and he says “can we just wait a few minutes, guys? Maybe his alarm didn’t go off or something, he’s probably just getting ready. Let me blow my phallic horn again,” and so he blows his hunting horn again and waits for his trusty hound, all expectant and wide-eyed, but Gelert still doesn’t appear. At this point, his slaughter-hungry menfolk are just groaning and tutting and making their horses trot around in bored circles and talking about how they could totally be piercing the flesh of some innocent animals right now, and eventually Llywelyn just gives up and says “OK, fine, we’ll have to go without him, but we’re not going to have a good time, and we’re all going to feel really guilty about it, so I hope you’re happy,” and his fellow hunters just nod briskly and they’re all “we’re 100% happier at the promise of dead rabbits, now let’s go and establish man as one of the dominant ruinous forces of nature!” and off they go to, like, slaughter badgers and shit. I don’t know what animals are native to Welsh woodland. Maybe a red squirrel or two. Possibly a heron.

When they’ve finished their testosterone-fueled bout of merciless animal slaughter, Llywelyn and the lads trail back to the castle to drink alcohol and talk about how rad the whole thing was. However, when they get to the castle, the first thing Llywelyn notices is that all the furniture has been thrown everywhere, and there’s blood all over the walls. It basically looks like there’s been a horrific incident at IKEA, with entrails splattered all up the ceiling and bits of things that should definitely be on the inside, but are now very much on the outside of who or whatever they once belonged to. Immediately, Llywelyn draws his sword and he’s like “something has gone very amiss here, I suspect wolves,” and one of his companions whispers “it would be a very good idea to try and find your son, because I have a sneaking suspicion that he probably couldn’t take a wolf in a fight, mano a mano” and Llywelyn nods sagely and is about to give some orders when another one of his companions pipes up “no, it’s cool, I’ve found your son, he’s not here” and Llywelyn is like “how have you found him if he’s not here?” and the man points at the corner of the room, where Llywelyn’s son’s crib is overturned in a pool of blood, and next to it lies the sleeping Gelert, whose jaws are covered in blood and guts, and Llywelyn’s heart just sinks.

He turns to his hunting lads and says “lads, you don’t want to see this,” and they’re like “ooh, are you going to mercilessly slaughter your dog, because we absolutely live for that shit and we totally want to see that,” and Llywelyn just fixes them with a stern glare and they all scarper, and he closes the door behind them and turns back to Gelert, who’s woken up at this point and is sitting up, wagging his tail. Llywelyn just lets rip at him, all “I trusted you! I appointed you royal babysitter, and this is how you repay me? By murdering my baby? This is not what I didn’t pay you for! All those times we frolicked in the woods around the bodies of our fresh kills – did all that mean nothing to you? I can’t believe this, you’re the worst friend ever, and one of my bros once boned my wife in our marital bed, so that’s really saying something,” and Gelert just sits there, because he is a dog and doesn’t really know what the fuck is going on. Then, Llywelyn fixes his old friend with a remorseful look and says “it’s really partly my own fault, I should have got a registered babysitter and also probably a human one, but you did eat my son, so I feel like you should also take some of the responsibility here,” and Gelert wags his tail a bit and Llywelyn is like “I thought I’d finished my ceaseless rampage of animal murder for the day, but clearly I was wrong,” and he just plunges his sword right into Gelert’s body, and Gelert makes a noise that can only be described as a death yelp, and dies.

Almost immediately this really high pitched wailing starts up, and Llywelyn looks around in fright, then makes the somewhat belated decision to pick up the upturned crib, and there, absolutely pristine despite the pool of blood around the crib, is his baby son, still alive and pink and healthy and other things that babies generally should be when they haven’t been eaten by dogs. Then Llywelyn notices that there’s also a massive dead wolf in the corner of the room, and it’s almost certainly been there the entire time because dead wolves tend to have difficulty with locomotion, and he realises that he clearly has the observational skills of a mushroom because the blood is clearly the wolf’s and not his son’s, and he drops his sword and it clatters to the floor, mixing Gelert’s blood with what he now knows to be the blood of the improbable wolf, and he falls to the floor in a heap of anguish and probably embarrassment and starts crying in a really manly fashion, because he’s just killed his absolute best bro for nothing.

When he’s finished weeping for the time being, he picks up the body of Gelert and starts whispering to it, like “I misjudged you so hard, you were the best babysitter ever, I’ve never had a babysitter rip a wolf’s throat apart with their teeth to protect my baby son before, I would have given you some Pedigree Chum instead of a cruel and untimely death if I’d realised,” and then has a brilliant idea as to how he can pay tribute to his late canine companion. He carries Gelert outside, burying him at the top of a high mound so that everyone who comes by – statistically, likely no-one ever – will know about the bravery of Gelert and the perils of freelance babysitting without a written contract.

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Ok we all know that Hogwarts is Really Fucking Extra but I don’t think I’ve ever appreciated just how stupidly BIG the castle is?? Like it has SEVEN floors, and enough corridors and classrooms for students to frequently get lost, with great big towers, a god damn great hall, and secret passageways to boot. It’s fucking huge. This we know. BUT we also know that each year group has 10 students per house, 5 boys 5 girls, so that’s 40 in a year group, which makes 280 students overall. 280 students in THE ENTIRE CASTLE. That’s literally the same number of kids as my primary school, which was a pretty small building with three floors, and like 2-3 classrooms on each floor. It was titchy. But at Hogwarts they have AN ENTIRE FUCKING SEVEN STOREY CASTLE. Like damn I knew the four founders were committed to the whole Stereotypically Magical aesthetic but that’s just unnecessary.

Braids {Sirius Black x Reader}

Anon requests are a bit slow today so I decided to write down one of my ideas where Sirius is actually great in braiding (cuz I want me a man like dat)

Enjoy!

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“Hey, Sirius,” (Y/n) smiled at her boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his neck from the back. “Are you ready?”

“Of course, darling. I’ve been waiting for this,” he replied before sitting down on the ground as she climbs up on his back.

It was the end of autumn and the trees had shed all of its red leaves, leaving them in a beautiful pile of orange and yellow shades. The weather was cold and so the two were in their coats and mittens. They were supposed to go to Hogsmeade with their friends but seeing as the castle was deserted, they decided to take advantage of this moment to enjoy the empty castle.

Sirius carried her on his back and walked to the courtyard, gently putting her down on one of the benches.

“So, what do you want to do?” He asked before sitting beside her.

She bit her lip and closed her eyes, trying to seem as though she was thinking very deeply when he surprised her by kissing her cheek softly.

“You are so adorable,” he whispered.

“You’re more adorable!”

“Why, thank you, love.” He said, kissing the top of her head while she chuckled.

“You need to improve on your flirting,” (Y/n) said, facing away from Sirius while he began to comb her hair gently with his fingers. He loved the way it cascades down her back, the way it always smells sweet, and the way it tangles in his fingers. Although there were some days she often complained about her hair, wishing it was just like some one else’s; Sirius loved it the way it was because it made her who she is. He leaned close to her left ear and softly whispered, his breath tickling her neck.

“What do I need it for? I already got the one I want right in front of me.”

(Y/n)’s heart leapt out of her chest at those words. She blushed and pulled her knees to her chest.

“T-That was…”

“What? Too cheesy?”

“It was cute…” She mumbled, a small smile on her lips as Sirius continues to brush her hair.

“Mmm, guess I still got it,” he replied. “Could you give me a hair tie, love?”

(Y/n) pulled out a black hair tie and gave it to Sirius who placed it in his teeth, his fingers twisting small pieces of her hair and braiding them together.

“Do you suppose they’re having fun in Hogsmeade?” (Y/n) asked after a while.

“Why? Do you want to catch up? They’re still daylight, you know.”

“No, just wondering,” she said, “What’re you doing back there?”

Sirius did not reply, intending it to be a surprise but his silence slightly worried (Y/n) so she tried to turn around until she felt him accidentally tug on her hair.

“Ow!”

“Don’t move now, love. Just a bit more,” he said and with the hair tie he borrowed, he tied her braid and pulled out his wand, sprinkling small stars on her (h/c) colored hair. He smiled triumphantly and rested her braid on her shoulder.

“Ta-da!”

(Y/n) looked at the intricate braids he did and she had never seen her hair look this beautiful. She watched the stars he placed twinkle into red and gold then white, matching the color of her hair and eyes. It was like a mermaid’s hair, only it was hers. She could almost say Sirius was better than the other girls who would fix their hair in different braids (Y/n) could never master. She had no time. But now it seems like she will attend her classes in style.

She smiled at Sirius and kissed him lightly on the side of his lip before whispering, “You know, I’m starting to think you might have been a girl in your past life.”

“But I’ll still be adorable, won’t I?”

She laughed and nuzzled her nose against his, their foreheads pressed together as they shared another kiss.

Lord of Thorns (Chapter One)(Spideypool AU)

Welcome to the story! I am so excited to share this with you!
This first Chapter is LONG AS HELL. We get to meet all the characters, background info etc. Beast!Wade, Beauty!Peter, Gaston!Harry.
Fair warning guys, Harry is… icky. I had never realized just how awful of a person Gaston is with his borderline sexual assault on Belle until I watched the new movie and I couldn’t get it out of my head. So yeah, Harry as Gaston is icky.
Characters are Ryan Reynolds as Wade, Andrew Garfield as Peter, James Franco as Harry, and Sally Field as Aunt May.

I tagged everyone who liked/reblogged my preview post, so if you would like to taken off/ added to the tag list please let me know!

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE  

I hope you all enjoy this :) Please reach out to me and let me know, I love to hear from my readers.
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Every significant moment in your life is inked on your skin in the form of flowers. A first kiss, a perfect day, a favorite memory, a wedding, the birth of a child, and of course, the death of a loved one.

The flowers first appear on your ribs, traveling up your side and across your chest, spreading to your neck and down across your back and if you are lucky, enough bloom to cover your arms and legs. By the time you are old, your skin is covered in lovely flowers and leaves and trailing vines, like tattoos that tell your life story, and the more intricate the blooms, the luckier you are.

Some people have flowers with specific meanings– blooms that signify compassion and care decorate teachers. The best lovers are covered in red flowers for passion and love. Others simply are covered in every flower imaginable, the random colors and designs filling their skin like a meadow filled with happy memories.

Both way are beautiful. Both ways are desired.

But then, some people have thorns winding through their flowers, black slashing through the colors.  These are the people to avoid, the worst people, the people whose souls are so stained with their misdeeds, that it spills out onto their skin for the world to see.
These are the people doomed to be alone.

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Prologue
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Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle, deep in the heart of an endless forest.

He was beautiful, this prince, tall and strong with golden blonde hair, light blue eyes that glowed when he laughed, and perfect smooth skin nearly covered with flowers and blooms because the prince had had many happy moments in his twenty nine years.

But alas, despite his beauty, his heart was cold and his smile cruel, his words like barbs when he spoke.

Some of the townspeople blamed the late King, rest his soul, for turning the Prince so bitter. After the lovely queen had passed away shortly after the Prince’s seventh birthday, there had been no one to act as a buffer between the cruel King and the innocent boy, and the Prince had suffered for it. The King lived a life of drinking and partying, using and discarding any beautiful person that caught his eye, man or woman, and the Prince grew up with the same values. What had once been a teasing sense of humour turned sarcastic and cutting. Instead of laughing readily at almost anything, the Prince began only laughing at someone elses misfortune. The years turned the darling little boy into a cynical young man.

Others blamed the war that had nearly destroyed their kingdom years before. The Prince had ridden off ahead of their troops as a boy barely of age and had come home a hardened man. The soldiers told quiet stories of the Princes surprising talent of fighting with the twin blades known as katanas, how he could decimate an entire platoon just by himself. Spoke even quieter of his many romantic entanglements with the best looking soldiers, of nights spent listening to him find his pleasure, only to see him break the unlucky soldiers heart soon after. And just the barest whispers of the way the Prince would laugh as he tore through their enemies, blades flying, taunting and teasing non stop as he killed mercilessly. The way he talked about slaying soldiers as if it was a game, drunk and giggling about it over the fire.

Despite their negative feelings, all the townspeople waited eagerly for their invitation to the Prince’s 30th Birthday Party, for tonight he was to choose a partner to share the throne. The most handsome men and the most beautiful women made themselves up in their finery, each trying to outshine the other. Unlike most of the other kingdoms, having two Kings, or even two Queens, was not an issue. Several of the previous rulers had been adopted into the family because the ruling partners could not have a child naturally. Others had been carried by surrogates, and raised as royalty, the idea of “pure” royal blood an outdated concept they refused to engage in.

After all, families were about love, not about bloodlines, so the Prince could choose whoever he wanted.

Needless to say, the kingdom was almost in an uproar, each eligible person trying to figure out what they could do to catch the Prince’s eye.

As always, the castle was decorated in astonishing, jaw dropping colors, flowers imported from all over the world strewn across the tables and floors. Entertainers from the East wowed the guests with magic, and musicians from all the grandest symphonies played in every corner of the ball room.

And the Prince sat upon his throne, a self satisfied smirk on his handsome face as all the most beautiful people paraded themselves in front of him, each dress more intricate than the last, each suit a richer shade of varying colors, each glance more flirtatious, each smile more promising.

He was still so charming, even after going away to war, after becoming so bitter. When he wanted to pay a compliment, his words left the recipient blushing, fanning themselves. Older women who disapproved of his ways were swayed to his side by mischievous smiles and flirty winks. His eyes were like a magnet, and once he had you in his sights, you were already lost, and he knew it. His beauty was like a weapon, and he wielded it effortlessly.  

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