err not sure how i like it :

True blood son...and daughter - Damian Wayne x Sister!Reader

Summary : Your first meeting with your half-brother didn’t really went well, both of you being quite hot headed…Slowly but surely however, you guys warm up to each other. 

It’s meh, I’m so dissatisfied with my writing lately…hope you’ll still enjoy it :

(My masterlist blog here :


-Don’t forget I’m the true blood son ! 

-Oh yeah ? That’s funny because you know what ? I’m the true blood daughter ! So your argument is invalid. Do you think before you speak ?

Your father looked between you and Damian, not knowing what to do…This wasn’t going how he wanted it to go at all. 


Your first encounter with your half-brother Damian was…tense, to say the least. One day your dad came home with the boy, and boom, I guess you had a new brother. You were super excited. At least at first. You quickly realized that he wasn’t really…the nicest. 

Even before your father explained where he came from and all, you knew he was definitely your brother. He looked almost exactly like your dad when he was a kid. Almost exactly, because his eyes weren’t blue but green, and his skin was way darker than your father’s pale complexion. Other than that…it was like seeing a mini-Bruce. You hoped he wasn’t like your dad mentally too, because that was gonna be a nightmare…And he wasn’t. He was worst. Oh my god so much worst. 

The first words he uttered to you were full of disdain : 

-You look weak. 

Your father stiffened, ready to intervene. He knew that with you, this could go only two ways : you’d loose all control and fight Damian, or ignore him completely, much like your mother would. Your mother, Catwoman, champion in ignoring people that annoy her since the day she was born. You took the second option, and with a little smile that made Damian fumed, you turned away from him, going back to the work you were doing on the bat mobile before your dad emerged with your brother. Hum. Half-brother. 

But Damian wouldn’t have it. He already met the other batboys, and he made sure they knew that Batman’s TRUE son was home. He went too you, under your father’s gaze. Your dad was still ready to lunge forward between you two. 

-Did you hear me ? 


Damian was confused. Even Dick, who seemed like the most collected one, reacted to his provocations. And here you were, kinda ignoring him, a smug look on your face. He had to assure his superiority on you, and you had to react for it to work !! 

-You look very weak. 

-You already said that. Redundant. 

-You look like you…

-Hey, listen, I know what you did to Dick, Jay and Tim ok ? Won’t work with me, I don’t care about your little need to feel better than us. So here we go, I’m gonna tell you know : hey, you’re better than me. Cool right ? I bet you feel great now. 

-Well at least you know your place. 

Oh damn. You were doing such a good job. You were being so calm and collected, like your father taught you. You should have kept ignoring him, just like your mom did to people she didn’t like…You knew he was eventually going to say something that’d make you mad. And here. “Know your place” ? “KNOW YOUR PLACE” ? How dare he ?!  

You stood up to face him. He was almost as tall as you, even though he was definitely years younger, no more than 10, and you were already (your age). You were kinda short. Like your mom. In the corner of your eyes, you could see your father coming towards you, but you made him understand with your eyes that he shouldn’t intervene. You needed to do this. And so he stopped, and looked at you two. 

-Do you want me to teach you your place ? 

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Harry groaned, rubbing his face. “What do I do? How do you let someone down gently?”

“Err, are you sure you want to? Let him down, I mean?” Hermione said. She seemed calm but her knuckles were white from gripping Ron’s hand.

Harry spluttered incoherently, turning to Ron for support, but Ron was looking thoughtful.

“You know, I think Hermione has a point. You, like, you comment on what he’s doing or how he’s doing it all the time. You notice everything about him.”

“I do not.” Harry protested.

“What shoes was Draco wearing last Saturday?” Hermione asked.

“His Quidditch boots, obviously. Gryffindor vs Slytherin. They were the emerald green leather ones.”

Hermione and Ron looked triumphant.
—  The Enchantment of Snow by indyonblue
To those anxiety-riddled future SDiT owners...

To all of you out there looking for a prospective service dog. This is something I wish I had thought about before getting my own SDiT, and please keep in mind it doesn’t apply to everyone. Again I stress: this is not the case for everyone! It does apply to me personally, so I thought maybe it would help someone else. So here we go:

Consider your dog’s colour. This is a super controversial sentence but bear with me. This is under a certain set of circumstances, and it’s really not something you consider would ever be a problem. But it is. Okay, problem is too big a word. I like complication better. Moving on.

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alalunastuff  asked:

Hey Jen, you trully are a rare gem for any fandom worthy to have you! Beyond happy you're part of the Olicity fandom! Only one thing I would like you to address, esp given your knowledge of TV and how the business works. So, what is your view on ratings for Arrow Season 5? The decline in ratings goes ofc accross shows and channels as a general trend nowadays. But specifically how do you feel about Arrow ratings this year? TY!

What a sweet thing to say. I am but one among many, but you are so incredibly kind. Thank you. Hope you don’t mind that I’m publishing this ask because I always like ratings questions. I think they are fun. Yes. I am weird. I don’t know if it’s knowledge. It’s more a weird obsession combined with some (hopefully) educated guesses. (Some of this will be a repeat for those who’ve read my thoughts on ratings before).

Stumbled on this article today. Vulture always takes a look at returning/aging dramas and writes an article on rating trends every year. It’s a good read. The take away is it’s been a rough year for everyone. Most returning/aging dramas saw a significant drop in their live ratings. This was The CW:

31% drop is… well… ouch. 

I agree with Vulture. I don’t know a network executive that would be happy with any of these drops because they like money. Loss of revenue is not good. Networks ain’t never gonna be a fan of that. A live ratings decrease = a loss of ad based revenue. 

But am I worried about Arrow? NOPE. The single most important question any fan of a television show that airs on The CW should ask is…

How in sweet holy heaven does The CW make money?

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LEGAL :  Ethan Gombos

NICK :  Buttons


here take a whole series


1. Buttons is naturally a pretty good sharpshooter but the reason he knows how to shoot a gun at all is because Mac let him practice with his BB gun back in the vault. Buttons would go downstairs to Jonas (whom he liked a lot) and shoot at cans and radroaches under his supervision.

2. err NSFW I guess? (and I’m sure some of you know this but) he’s circumcised, according to Vault 101 standards. They stopped doing that after James went missing. Didn’t want Andy butchering babies. :|


1.  playing with Dogmeat

2.  reading comic books with Meg

3.  dancing to rock’n’roll on top of his coffee table in his underwear


1. Meg and her family, especially her mom
2. Alexis (his sister)
3. Randy (@bryborg)
4. Jimmy (@jimmy-exodus)
5. Sellbot 4000 (@thesellbot4000)
6. Hauser (@cameronaugust)
7. Curie


1. Not killing Mac

2.  Leaving the Vault (both of these things evoke dual sets of emotions in him tbh)


1. Getting choked out, being tied-up too tightly

2.  Turning into a Trog

idk mang I got contacted by a bunch of new Fallout RP-ers in the recent weeks so consider yourself tagged if you want to meet people and their OC-s and fill this out to find each other :)

TAGGED BY: @cajuncur

skinship!au ft jaeno/nomin (jaemin & jeno)

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

( a/n ; hello! so this is my first take on writing this kind of imagines. i always have plots in my mind but i’m not sure how to write it out as a fanfic because of the lack in my english writing :^) i took 2 weeks to write this bc i kept changing plots and stuffs o u o ; anyways, i hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it! + i’m sorry but i don’t take requests, however you can still suggest here~ i only do gay/yaoi/boxboy ships that i approve c: )


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matues13  asked:

Do you have any recommendations for rules light systems that are good for running quick games without much set up? (Preferably ones that don't assume you'll be slowly increasing in power over several sessions or something.) I'm looking to run a game for some friends over the upcoming spring break; I was wondering what I could muster. Thematically, I'm sure they'd be fine with anything as long as we can have running jokes.

You know, I’m never quite sure how to respond to requests like this - “rules light” means different things to different people. Some folks think Dungeons & Dragons 5th Edition is “rules light”, while for others, any game-mechanical operation more demanding than single-digit addition is a disqualifier.

To err on the side of caution, then:

Lasers & Feelings

A one-shot-friendly game whose rules, setting, and sample adventure literally fit on one page. It’s basically a masterwork of minimalist game design. It does Star Trek pastiche by default, though it’s quite easy to adapt to a variety of other settings, provided you’re willing to work within very specific genre constraints. You’ll find a free download on the linked page.

Lady Blackbird

A slightly more involved game from the same creators as the previous entry, this sixteen-page pamphlet is another system and scenario in one, in which players take on the roles of one of five pregenerated characters and help the eponymous Lady Blackbird escape an arranged marriage in a spacefaring fantasy milieu. It’s designed to run 1-3 sessions, with the bulk of the setting details filled in by the players; the GM is instructed to ask the players a series of leading questions in a particular format, and incorporate their answers into the established fiction. As above, free download on the linked page.

Die For You

Previously name-checked in the RPGs by female creators thread, this one’s about the personal and romantic dramas of socially dysfunctional supernatural critters (e.g., vamipres, werewolves, etc.). It’s very slice-of-life - your stats are literally Feels, Weirdness, and Real Life, and there are no specific combat rules. Its dozen pages set forth a much more traditional you-roll-and-the-GM-tells-you-what-happened deal than the previous two entries, if that’s a selling point for you. Pay-what-you-want PDF available here.

Thoughts (Hanzo x Reader Soulmate AU)

(Thank you, nice anon. “hear their thoughts in your head” was on their list and gave me this idea)

I’m not really proud of this one but decided to post it anyway because it took a while and it’s more that 1200 words

Y/C = Your country
H/C = Hair colour
E/C = Eye colour

Soulmate AU where you hear your soulmate’s thoughts during certain feelings. 

For you, you could hear your soulmate’s thoughts when they felt any kind of sadness. It started at a young age for you - you were barely six! It was a language you didn’t understand, but the voice sounded sad.The voice was male, too.

When you told your parents, they smiled, “That’s your soulmate!”.

Then they explained everything to you. How you’d sometimes hear your soulmate’s thought when they felt a certain emotion and how they heard your thoughts too.

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MAGI 349 Full Spoiler Translation.

Disclaimer: i only to this for fun, to share it with you guys, and to practice my japanese :) which is very basic so keep in mind that i could be completely mistaken in some parts.  This is just a fan translation of incomplete spoilers so: Don’t forget to support the official releases of Magi!

Source: From Tieba Baidu’s Japanese scans and from Jump.Netabare’s texts ^^

@maumauxmau @sayakakat2012

UPDATE: I added the jump-Netabare info that was missing. I checked it while looking at the korean scans so i would be able order it as if the texts were the in word balloons ( you can read it that way if you want to, while you look at the pics on the korean scans) ^^

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The Battle to decide the fate of the world… There is something abnormal in Alibaba’s bright idea?

* On the left side of the page it says: volume 33 now on sale! ( i already have my copy, i love the vepar!sin back cover)

Sinbad’s Thoughts: What’s your plan, Alibaba-kun?

Alibaba: With my “great magic that connect dimensions” I will take down both the vertical and horizontal walls of the world.

Arba: In other words, will that be the abolition of God’s multilayered structure and the complete integration of the Rukh?

Aladdin: Doing both never came to my mind.

Alibaba: really?

Sinbad: ….

Night 349 “Involved Human Beings”

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#84 & #94 - Hedwig

Sorry, anon - I somehow deleted your request and couldn’t answer you! Hope you enjoy this [and the other readers too!]

Pairing: none
Warnings: I don’t know; cuteness overload maybe ?
Drabble challenge: #84 “Show me what’s behind your back.”; #94 “I had a bad dream again.”

You let out a deep sigh as you stared at the ceiling of your room. It was dark, but you could still make out the silhouettes of the furniture surrounding you.

You were deep in thoughts and thinking about the previous fight between you and Kevin – and how he had suddenly grabbed his pillow and stormed off to sleep on the couch in the living room.

Thinking about the reason why the fight had ensured in the first place made you groan internally.

“Stupid.”, you huffed and crossed your arms behind your head.            

Your ears perked up when you heard a soft knock on your door all the sudden – and you clicked your tongue, expecting to hear Kevin asking you to talk it over again; but nothing happened.

With one eyebrow arched up in curiosity, you listened intently. Another soft knock.


You relaxed again and closed your eyes at the sound of his voice. “(Y/N), are you sleeping?”, he asked, unsure.

You took a deep breath before you answered Hedwig. “No, you can come in.”

You sat up in your bed, turned on the bedside lamp on your nightstand and waited as the door slowly swung open a moment later. He stood in the doorframe, his hands behind his back and a gloomy look on his face.

It was no surprise to you that Hedwig had taken over the light after Kevin fell asleep. He did that a lot lately whenever you had a fight – probably because he knew that you were most likely to be extra nice and forgive Kevin afterwards.

“Why are you still awake?”, you asked and watched as his body tensed up. Something was wrong. You waited for a response, but another moment passed before you finally got one.

“I just had a bad dream again – etcetera.”, he told you and kept standing in the doorframe, looking all sad and insecure. It broke your heart – so you patted the free space next to you.

In the beginning of your relationship with Kevin, it had been odd to you to deal with Hedwig, but as time went by you managed to see him as what he was – just a boy, and you were okay with your motherly instincts that were triggered by that.

You suddenly noticed that he was hiding something behind his back as he slowly made his way towards the bed.

“Hedwig – show me what’s behind your back.”, you demanded and instantly felt guilty as you saw him stop and flinch.

“Err”, he started and avoided your look as he showed you the book he had been hiding behind his back.

“It’s Harry Potter.”, he confessed and hugged it to his chest. “I was wondering, if you would read it to me.”, he said and shrugged innocently. “Etcetera.”

You stifled your smile and nodded. “If that makes you feel better, sure.”

You watched how his eyes lit up again as he crawled into the bed with you and handed the book over.

“I didn’t know you like Harry Potter.”, you said as you flipped through the pages and felt how he snuggled up to you. “Kevin told me you like it and that there’s someone named after me, so –“ He shrugged. You snickered to yourself and turned to the first page.

23 May 2017

[Outside the Woolpack with Robert, Aaron, Victoria, and Rebecca]

ROBERT: You do remember your last party don’t you? Rebecca got invited for the Plot and we ended up with a life size Zayn cutout.

AARON: Yeah…right. I also punched you in the face. I’ll try not to do that this time around. That thirty seconds of counseling I had before our holiday really helped me out.

ROBERT: Well that’s reassuring.

AARON: Hey, Vic! We’re having a party at our house that’s totally finished even though we haven’t been here to work on it. It’s on a Thursday so there’s sure to be drama of some kind. What do you say?

VICTORIA: I say Adam’s probably going to be there so…

AARON: *well yeah he’s my best mate even if we haven’t had scenes together in ages face*

ROBERT: *Guilty ‘why do our stories have to mirror each other’s so much and you mentioning Adam makes me remember my own mistake as if I needed reminding’ Face*

VICTORIA: But that’s my problem, not yours, because even though we’re family we don’t talk about the things that really matter like the potential end of my marriage. So…yeah…of course I’ll come.

AARON: *Great glad that worked out face*

ROBERT: *Sorry Vic it’s not like I don’t care I’m just dealing with the potential end of my own marriage but I’m trying to look like nothing’s wrong face*

*Rebecca walks by*

VICTORIA: Plot! Plot! Plot! Hey, what are you doing on Thursday?

AARON: *Vic she doesn’t need to be in all of our scenes face*  #Relatable

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Here it is. 2B’s perspective of the “suggestive bit” that ya’ll sinners wanted me to write. AKA chapter 5 of Open The Memory Cage. Chapter 6 and on will get back to the plot (although I might throw in another sin chapter somewhere along the line).

Tags(ish): Ending [E] spoilers. 8ish pages/5939 words. 2B9S. Smut and feels, and more smut.

Summary: They do the do. But this time through 2B’s eyes.

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To the people that message me encouraging things in my inbox or in my asks:

I see you. I don’t know how to respond to you, but I see you there, and I appreciate you. I’m afraid of absorbing too much praise– err– not sure if that’s the word I want to use– too many kind words because there is a lot more that I would like to accomplish in my life, and I’ve only just begun. Big-headed…ness is a really unappealing quality in my personal opinion, and I don’t want to adopt it. I feel like replying to those asks publicly, or even replying to every individual message with something nice to say about me would feed into my ego and I don’t want that. I don’t want to flaunt the compliments that I’ve been paid. Do you know who does shit like that? Our Cheeto-in-Chief (I’m referring to my reprehensible, American president, if that was at all unclear). I don’t want to be a narcissist.

On the other hand, you don’t deserve to be ignored. We live in the 21st century, and communication has evolved. I made the decision to have an online presence which always had the potential to expose me to more people than I would’ve been exposed to if I had stayed off of social media, but that also means that paying someone a compliment in a way that’s more personal and intimate isn’t always an option anymore. If someone walked up to me and said something kind to me, I can’t just ignore them– that’s incredibly rude. This is me trying to acknowledge you. This is my attempt at acknowledging all of the incredibly kind things that have been said to me, or about me by people that I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting in person.

I don’t know that I deserve your attention or care– I kind of think I don’t– but I’m going to try to earn it in time. Thanks for being kinder to me than I deserve.


“I’m probably going to regret asking, but how are you liking high school so far?” Aidan asked as the three sibling sat down to do their homework together.

“A lot, actually!” Rain beamed, “I’ve managed to make a friend already, and it’s only been a week.”

“That’s great. You kept to yourself alot when you were younger, so I was sure you would go through high school without friends.”

“Err, that’s rude?”

“You’re welcome.”

“Anyway! He’s really nice. He doesn’t even mind my ears or my fangs, he said something about being used to those kind of things already. Which is great, because now I don’t have to try to hide them.”

“Whoa, back up!” Aidan interrupted, He?! Oh boy.”

A Fair Trade

you guys know how i feel about the underfell!bros. i’m gonna cry. this one was kind of tough because i haven’t written very much for them, but i hope you like it regardless!

read me before following! / request a fic from me!

Pairing: UF!Sans/Reader, UF!Papyrus/Reader

Summary: You have a great idea to bring some much-needed warmth Underground. You just didn’t think any of it would be returned full force.

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Nah, haha. But. Fuck. Uhhhh. To be truthful, I’m not sure the boys would really ruminate on that for long, they’d just stick together until something awful happened pertaining to Killua’s.. err. New form?

@xyliane, HELP! Explain! Using words!

psych assessment results

god so i was getting my results back today and the psychologist was going over like adhd stuff and social anxiety stuff and depression stuff and i was like uhhhh so am i autistic…? and he said that the person who tested me thought i was autistic but he wanted to err on the side of caution and not diagnose me. then he asked me why i thought i was autistic and i was like well and i got into like how i cant read people and i learned my social behaviours all by rote and i script a lot and how i only have one close friend and we text once every couple months etc etc and thats like in addition to the sensory issues he knew from the report. but he still wasnt sure that it wasnt just my social anxiety and sensory issues giving me trouble socializing. 

then i asked him about my issues initiating tasks and how it physically pains me and makes me nauseous and dizzy and makes me break into tears just doing “simple” tasks like laundry and preparing food and even if i psych myself up and start a task i get stuck in the middle just standing there crying. and he was like !!! tbh now im thinking autism too. and god he was saying it must have been really hard for me growing up and being such an observant person and observing all the ways im different from all my peers and he said he could see that contributing to my depression. same with having so much trouble with simple tasks and nobody being able to sympathize or understand why i was crying and upset. and hhhhh my god i swear i almost started sobbing right there in his office because that story just resonated so strongly with my experience. 

in the end he said upon actually meeting me he changed his mind and he said he’ll definitely be updating my report. he didn’t straight up say he was diagnosing me with autism though so im still a little anxious about him changing his mind again and deciding that im not autistic enough. but i really hope he’ll diagnose me so i can get supports in place from the autism support places in my city. 


Characters/Pairing: Crowley x Curvy!Reader, a little bit of Sam and Dean

Word Count: 1800 (Honestly I reeeally tried to keep it short, but i always go overboard. I’m very sorry!)

Request: “Curvy reader, tattoos, cherry red hair, piercings which make her feel better about herself since she was bullied in the past in school.”

Warnings: Maybe a few swears, I don’t think there’s anything i’m missing.

A/N: I wasn’t sure what to do with this at first, since it is a little vague. I’m not gonna lie, I rewrote it like three separate times so I apologize for the wait. It doesn’t have much of a plot besides the obvious and fluffy. I do hope you all enjoy though! (Also it may seem a little silly, but after a certain part in the story, you’ll know which part, i started listening to this at 40% volume with this overlapping at 100% volume. Honestly i feel like it made the moment a bit more intense and maybe the song lyrics didn’t match the story, but i felt the whole thing was fitting tbh lol.)

~Admin Chels

Your name: submit What is this?

 You sat there at a high top in some bar your cousins Sam and Dean had decided would be good enough for a drink or so. You shot back a third whiskey of the night and things were starting to get a little fuzzier as you all watched some drunk girl up on stage sing her heart out. Sighing, you scooted your next shot over to Sam then hopped off your chair. “Watch this, gotta pee.” He chuckled and nodded “Sure thing, y/n” Keeping it close as you walked away in your red high heels.

Thinking about that girl, you stared yourself down in the mirror after you washed your hands and shifted your pursed lips. You glanced over every aspect of yourself from the piercings on your face, to your curvier than average figure, and to the tattoos that covered your arms. You’d gotten most of these things one after the other in school and honesty you liked the way they looked, but couldn’t help but feel inadequate around other women.

He can’t want me.”

With another depressed look in the mirror, you smoothed the front of your black dress that hit your wider hips loosely and pushed your way through the door. As you neared the table you noticed the back of a familiar head and saw his face as you rounded him, a half smile pulling at your lips. “So why the hell are you here, Crowley? Don’t you fuck with us enough?” Dean announced then took a swig of his beer, looking at the king of hell himself expectantly. Sam just sat there, tired of the arguing and turned to you with a smile. “Welcome back to the shit show.” He made you chuckle as you turned. You considered Crowley your friend though you secretly wished for more. He was always nicer to you than he was to the boys, however, they weren’t very nice to him in the first place so you figured it was well deserved.

“Fergus.” You spoke his real name in a fake Scottish accent, nodding to him and giving a cheesy grin. You sat down and grabbed your drink from sam. It seemed out of character to the boys that Crowley even cracked a smile with you, but from the times you’ve spent alone with him you knew he actually a pretty goofy side. He leaned back in his chair with his arms folded, rolling his eyes and earning you a chuckle. “Was wondering when you’d come back and shut him up, love. About time. Do you live to make me wait?” You nodded again and put your hands up in a joking manner. “Oh so sorry to keep the king waiting.” You stuck your pierced tongue at him playfully. Dean set down his bottle with a thud, standing up almost immediately. “Well ya don’t have to worry anymore, done anyway.” He threw the money for his tab on the table and looked to you and Sam, then he was off without another word. Sam hurriedly looked at you, Crowley, and then at Dean walking out the door. “I uh, I’m gonna go too. Catch you at the motel!” You nodded to him and he was gone as well “Dude, what’s your problem?” You heard him call to his brother as they both walked out.

 “Squirrely tonight ain’t they.” He arched his eyebrows with a cheeky smile. Your attention turned back to the classiest man in the room and you noticed he was significantly closer next to you than before. Unless you were imagining it, but you were pretty sure you weren’t that buzzed. “Hmm. Seems so.” Solemnly looking him over. He was gorgeous and sassy and

way out of your league’ 

You thought to yourself as you shook your head, snapping you back to reality. 

And aaalso the king of fucking hell.’

 Almost laughing you thought that, making him tilt his head to the side as he seemed to be studying you as well. Quickly turning your gaze to the stage the same pretty, drunk girl from before was just finishing up another rendition of a song. You sighed, finishing off your drink. He seemed to notice your morose expression and your empty glass right at the time you had. When you were about to wave over the server, he shot you a look before tossing back his drink. Eyebrows furrowing in confusion as you looked down at the empty glass “What?” Your cheeks flushing a crimson and you weren’t sure if it was just the alcohol anymore. He stood, fixing his jacket and then leaned his face down to yours. “I think you’ve had enough, darling. Come.” He stated and began walking towards the door. The sudden absence of him hit you and you shot up quickly following him, almost running. “W-wait.” You pushed open the door and looked around outside, he was nowhere to be seen.

 With an irritated scoff you began walking to the corner to hail a cab, when a ‘78 Lincoln pulled up beside you. Leaning down you noticed it was none other than Crowley as the driver. “What the– This is Cas’ car right?” You asked, crossing your arms. Wiggling his finger in front of him, he shook his head. “Let’s not label things shall we. Let’s go.” You laughed, rolling your eyes as you slipped your heels off and hopped in the passenger side. The two of you drove for awhile and nothing looked familiar, so it was apparent that he wasn’t taking you home. You peeked over in his direction, his stone expression looking forward and seemingly focused on the road in front of him. He didn’t look away, but spoke in an unintentionally harsh tone. “Are you just going to look at me or are you going to talk??” With each word rain drops hit the windshield, getting heavier by the second. Upon hearing him snap at you, your gaze fell to your thicker thighs. “O-Oh, I uh..” You stuttered. You’d become surprisingly unused to his usual demanding demeanor. Yeah maybe you’d taken a liking to his softer side that had shone through the last few times you’d hung out alone. It’d made you happy, making him watch older movies and getting a few genuine smiles out of him with your silly nature. Just now what you heard wasn’t ‘your’ Crowley and definitely threw you into a brick wall of reality.

I need to remember who he is, and that he has more important things to do than be nice to me. I’m honestly not worth it anyway.

 You thought maybe when you were alone, that was the real him… But maybe you’d been wrong, maybe it was a facade. Just when you were convincing yourself that he’d been lying to you he spoke again, this time in a softer tone. “Listen, I uhm. I didn’t mean to yell, y/n. I apologize.” You waved him off, eyes welling up with tears and you didn’t know exactly why. “Haha, nah don’t you worry about it..” As you finished your sentence a tear fell. He had been looking at you when it had and pulled off the road. The car jolted to a stop and you looked around warily, “Why’d we sto–” He shushed you, his index finger to your lips, “Upp upp.” He almost said in a whisper, retrieving his finger and turning off the ignition.

The rain pounding against the roof of the car was the only other sound but your staggered breathing. He stared at you as if he was wanting to say something, but also seemed like he was waiting for you to. You both opened your mouths, but only he spoke. “Tell me what’s the matter, y/n. You’ve seemed.. Increasingly.. somber recently.” Unable to look at him, you turned your head to stare out into the growing storm. “I’m fine, really I am.” trying to sound believable. Taking a deep breath he leaned toward you, his hand gently touched yours that was futzing with your tights, making it relax. “You can’t fool me. You’re an absolutely abominable liar and I suggest yo— I.. would like it if you would answer me honestly. Please.” He cleared his throat as you pulled your hand away, stepping out into the rain.

 Looking utterly confused, he stepped out and rounded the car to follow you as you walked through the cool rain barefoot. You stopped as he ended up in front of you suddenly, putting both hands on your wet shoulders. “Tell me.” He looked worried now, desperate even. “Why won’t you talk to me?” His voice was loud over the thundering rain. You looked up, tears mixed with water as you parted your lips to speak. “I don’t understand, why are you nice to me Crowley?” You couldn’t stop the stupid words as they came out. His neck shifted back from what he deemed a silly question. “Why am I nice to you? Because I like you y/n, that’s a ridiculous thing to ask.” “But Why?” You persisted, shifting your shoulders to knock his hands away from you. His face looked dumbfounded, his mouth open and almost chuckling. He really didn’t seem to understand. “Because you’re witty and know how to handle yourself. You’re kind.. to me..” His eyes shifted around, “..and you’re beautiful.” The tears wouldn’t stop flowing and you hoped he couldn’t tell. “You really think those things?”


 “I’m sure there’s plenty of people, err, demons who would love to be around the king of hell. I’m just a human, and honestly not even a great one at that.” You were getting too riled up and almost yelling at him. “But I don’t Want them!” He screamed at you in an un-kingly fashion, almost like a little boy. His hands found your face, cupping them and pressing his forehead to yours. “I don’t want them. I want you y/n.” He threw his arms up in defeat and let them flop to the sides of his soaked suit. “Now will you please just.. shush up and get in the car?” Even though he was telling you to shush, you knew he wasn’t trying to be mean. And his words hit you like a wall. You just nodded, following him as your bare feet splashed in the forming puddles. He opened your door for you and you slipped inside.

 A few more moments of silence and your tears finally stopped and you looked at him again. “I want you too, Fergus.” you whispered, looking out the window again as your face flushed. You felt his warm hand find your cold ones. You didn’t look at each other for a moment, then both smiled and started laughing. You saw a few lights up ahead, and the thought of you two just driving to nowhere had vanished. He had pulled the car into what seemed to be a small drive-in theater that was playing an older movie that the two of you had watched together before. A wet yet familiar smiling face met your gaze, putting his arm around you as you cuddled up against him.

Percy meet Magnus

Never has it across in Hearth and Blitz imagination that one day they will meet a girl scarier than Gunilla until they met Annabeth. Appearance-wise, she looks like a female version of Magnus; blond hair, gray eyes.. but unlike Magnus, those steely gray eyes are cold and somewhat cunning. She looks like she’s plotting hundreds of things at the same time. One look and you can tell that she’s a seasoned warrior.
Then, they look at the boy next to her. (Insert Percy’s amazement sound which earn him a slap on the shoulder by Annabeth.) He looks carefree, a little too carefree, he looks more like a troublemaker than a hero. Not at all intimadating when compared to Annabeth.“Hey Blitzen, Hearthstone.. I was hoping to finally meet Sam. Where is she?” Annabeth ask. “She, err.. got school and stuff” replied Magnus. Annabeth lips forms an ‘o’

“So, this must be Percy..” Magnus couldn’t hide his dissapointment. He heard stories from Annabeth about how this guy kill Giants and Titans, fight the gods, merge with a god, refuse godhood, survive hell, saving the world, basically all those heroic things, but this guy just can’t be him. Sure, he is very good looking, muscular and all, but he looks just like one of those kids at the mall. He expect him to look, well, more heroic like his friends back in Hotel Valhalla.

Are you sure he can teach Magnus sword fighting? Hearthstone signs. “He’s the best swordsman I know since..” Annabeth bit back her words. Pain flashed on her face.

“Hey, kid.. I think you should introduce Jack to them.” Said Blitz

“Jack?” Percy looks confused. Annabeth grin with mischieve.

“Yeah, my sword. Actually his name is Sumerbrander but he likes Jack better..”

“You talk as if it is a person..”

“Well..” Magnus pull the pendent from the chain and it morph into a sword.

“I am a person, ish!” The sword said, sounded a little offended.

“Holly Hephaestus!!” Percy yelp. “You can talk! That is super cool!!” Percy takes out a ballpen out of his pocket. Now, it’s time for Magnus’s party to look confused. He took the lid off and the pen morph into a double edge celestial bronze sword. “This is Riptide, english for Anaklusmos. It can’t talk.”

Magnus make a mental note; one, pen sword is possible and not all stupid, in fact, riptide is kinda awesome. Two, this Percy guy can go from zero to hero in split second.

Stupid internet

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Stiles stilinski x reader
teen wolf


i woke up feeling groggy after last nights events. i hear a grunt next to me and smile, his arms tighten around my bare waist and he nuzzles his head into my back. I roll over in his arms and he sleepily smiles at me. I peck his lips and his smile grows.

“dork” i giggle.

“your dork… what time is it?” he says with his sexy morning voice then yawns.

I tap his nose then reach behind him to grab his phone. He hums at the way my breast press against his chest and i roll my eyes. I let my eyes adjust to the screen and see that it is 8.30. we’re going to be late for school! i jump up and i hear Stiles groaning behind me. i grab a blanket and run to the bathroom to take a shower, a couple seconds later i feel Stiles joining me. He starts kissing my neck but i push him away and giving him a stern look. he pouts and i tap his shoulder pitifully before jumping out of the shower and grabbing a towel. i strut into the bedroom to get changed and giggle silently when i hear him mumbling to himself.

“come on pretty boy we’re going to be late!” i yell as i’m pulling one of Stiles’ shirts over my head. I have no clothes at his house so i’ll have to wear his shirt and my shorts from yesterday. Luckily i always have a spare pair of underwear in my backpack, just in case of girly troubles. He comes out with just a towel around his waist hanging low. He leans against the doorframe brushing his teeth, he raises his eyebrows nodding to his shirt. I gulp at the sight and he smirks.

“what?” i hiss. He turns and spits his toothpaste out then turns back to me again. “You look adorable but why are you wearing my shirt?” he crosses his arms. I sigh dramatically.

“i have no clothes here, and i can’t wear the same clothes as yesterday because 1. people will notice, 2. lydia will have a fit and 3. you ripped it off last night.” i turn my head towards my ripped flannel. He blushes and goes to get changed.

 I make his bed and brush my teeth with the toothbrush i keep at his house. About five minutes later we are in his jeep driving fast towards school. We make it on time with a couple of minutes to dawdle and meet up with the pack. We step out of the jeep and all eyes snap to us. Everybody is whispering or glaring. Stiles, oblivious as always,just picks up my hand and walks towards our small group of friends. Everybodys eyes follow us and i can hear some people whispering and fake coughing “slut” as i walk past. i furrow my eyebrows when i reach the pack. They smile at me apologetically.

“what?” i say confused. They look at each other for a moment then Lydia steps forward and hands me her phone. There is the picture i sent to Stiles last night to get him excited to come home.

I look at Stiles with tears in my eyes.

“what’s wrong?” he says and goes to take my hand. i slap it away and start hitting his chest sobbing and screaming.

“why would you do that, it was just for you! Did you date me just to sleep with me. I loved you! I still love you. Don’t speak to me ever again!” i sob when scott pulls me away from him. Stiles is in shock as well as the rest of the pack. I’m slumped against Scott when i see pretty much the whole school staring at us. I wipe my tears away and gently take Scott’s arms off me and run away.

I hear the pack screaming at me to wait but i keep running, all the way into the woods. I keep running until i can’t anymore. i fall to my knees still crying. I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn to see Scott. I look around him and see Isaac, Malia and Liam. I also see Stiles’ jeep appearing and him, Lydia, Allison and Kira stepping out. Stiles runs over to us. I sigh and sit on the ground fully. I stare at Stiles feeling anger, guilt and love all at once. The others walk over to the jeep joining the girls but i know they’ll be listening. He bites his lip and he falls next to me. He sighs.

“i really didn’t do it, i promise. I love you too. I want to be in this relationship as much as you do, not just to take your virginity then leave…” he looks at me with tears brimming his eyes. My heart stops and i look at Scott. He smiles reassuringly so i know he heard my heart but he also heard Stiles’ and he’s completely telling the truth.

“then how did it get out?” i whisper.

“well you know the way when you take pictures and they go to the cloud well I err, just look..” A tear fell and he sighed pulling me onto his lap.

“it’s not like its your naked, like if you were naked it would be really bad…”

“that picture was just for you. It was just supposed to get you excited to come home” I sobbed.

“I know baby, somebody must have hacked my icloud, I swear I didn’t post it or send it to anyone are you sure you didn’t send it to someone other than me?” he whispered, I shook my head. He pulled me close and we sat in silence for a while until the pack come trudging over. I run to Allison first and we embrace, then lydia joins us in a big group hug. The others just smile.

“I don’t even know what your worrying about you look great and it’s not like it was you were naked. you were covered.” scott says coming to give me a hug. “that’s what I said!” Stiles announces. I pull away from Scott and glare at him. He holds his hands up and everyone tries to stifle their laughter. He grabs my hand and pulls me towards him. His hands hold my face as he speaks.

“don’t worry about it ok? You look amazing in it, it was sent to me-your boyfriend, not published to the entire world and it will always just be a reminder of how awesome last night was ” he smiled and winked while everyone ‘oohed’ and the girls cringed, while the boys smirked and high fived. I giggle.