fantasy team up

  • Reno: Sephiroth just drank OJ from my mug and didn't seem to realize that it wasn't his hot coffee. So, the question has to be asked... Is there no limit to what he won't notice?
  • [later]
  • Sephiroth: What's a seven letter word for purse?
  • Genesis Rhapsodos (sitting at Cissnei's desk, dressed as her, and impersonating her voice): Satchel.
  • Sephiroth: No, starts with an H...
  • Rod (wearing nothing but a tie): Handbag.
  • Sephiroth: Thank you.
  • [later]
  • (Sephiroth walks into a meeting room where everyone is sitting backwards except for him. Sits down without noticing)
  • Tseng: Alright everybody, take a seat. As you may have heard, our branch on the planet Jupiter is up 8000% in sales!
  • (Everyone cheers)
  • [later]
  • Sephiroth: Hold up. That clock is slow... (looking at watch) It's 5 o'clock. I will see you tomorrow.
  • Shotgun (wearing a mustache): Bye Sephiroth, love you!
  • Zack Fair (standing with a chocobo): So long Sephiroth.
  • Sephiroth: Night night everybody!

neko-otaku13  asked:

Quick HC request time! ^^ Ravus and his relationship with the other members of the Niflheim army? :3

*lazily replies from phone*
*will format later when bed isn’t too comfy*

RAVUS AND THE NIFS – Ravus and His Bonds with Niflheim’s Army

(That totally sounds like a band name. Just sayin’.)


He probably respects and tolerates her the most out of the others, mostly because she actually has a sense of humanity compared to the others. Yeah, she’s done some pretty rough stuff before. But unlike the others, she showed regret. Not to mention too that these two have a bit in common, with both forced into the army as a means of survival over nationalism. He really admires Aranea’s skill as a fighter and as a person in general. He just hates it when she bags on him about everything. And he hates it when she calls him ‘handy.’ That joke got old really fast.


They’re totally in love, and Ravus is all ‘Ardyn, you baka! I need a kissu from you!’ And then they kissu and then yaoi scene happens with Ravus’s and Ardyn’s big ass yaoi hands.
…Just kidding, but I’d pay to see that. Or at least have a few good doujinshi with them.
But probably before Ravus found out how much of a dick Ardyn is, he had a bit of admiration for Ardyn’s achievements. To rise up the ranks and, most importantly, make himself feared. Ravus respects that about Ardyn, but beyond that, he remains hostile and alert around the slimy chancellor. A man of no consequence, after all, means a man of unpredictability, and that’s something Ravus cannot tolerate in a plan with no room for error.


Let’s be real. You probably will not really be having the hots for the man that destroyed your home and killed your mother before your very eyes, now would you? I mean, unless you’re into that, then good for you! Ravus, however, isn’t, and it probably was a big ‘fuck you’ from the empire when Ravus was promoted to Deputy High Commander. AKA Glauca’s right hand man/substitute. That, and if he wasn’t pissed off before about being the empire’s lapdog and junior commander, he would be even more pissed with Drautos/Glauca leaving Ravus to handle all of the work for the army as Glauca played Kingsglaive. It was more power to Ravus, so he can do what he needed to ensure Luna’s safety. But knowing he was directly under the command of someone who took away someone he cared about… Well, you’d be pretty pissed too.


Loqi comes off as this punkass runt, but to be honest, he was quite the loyalist to the empire and a damn good soldier. Hell, in terms of ranking, he hit Brigadier General status, which is essentially the equivalent to Aranea’s rank, only for the army rather than the navy that Aranea was apart of. He’s good at his job and is really skilled at powering the MT mechs, and Ravus probably had a bit of respect for the young guy trying to make it by in the army. Ravus probably was a bit saddened seeing such a young guy so enthralled by the empire’s influence, but people needed to believe in something, after all. Unlike Ravus, who only liked Niflheim because it added to his agenda, Loqi was always eager to do what was glorious for the empire. It was admirable in a naive kind of way.


The old fucker was probably one that Ravus tried to stay away from, because he knew Verstael was bad news. Iedolas had a few screws loose, but he was a generally well-liked man (until daemon hell broke loose because Ardyn went all brain ninja on Dole banana over there. Also, he wasn’t really too liked by Ravus). Verstael, however… Oooh boy. Ravus dealt with him probably when he got his MT arm attached, but he probably hates to ever deal with that man again. His obsession with the daemons and forging some sort of immortal machine and device is something beyond Ravus’s comprehension. But Ravus knew one thing for certain: it was a wicked game that Verstael was playing. I can’t help but feel like Ravus tipped Aranea off about the weapon, perhaps, and tried to get her to stop Verstael. But I digress on that. Either way, Ravus knew Verstael deserves to go down, for no man should be immortal like that.

Next event, which will be a full week this time, will be held from June 12 to June 18!

Please @ ennoyama-weekend on your participations, and tag as #ennoyama week

Day 1 is a “special day”, but for the other, you have 3 inspirations, all based on the same general idea : a word, a situation from the manga, and an AU

If you have any question, or don’t understand one of the day, please feel free to contact me! Now let’s move on with the prompts :

DAY 1 

Free day

It’s their jerseys, go wild!

DAY 2 

Team up/Fantasy AU


Protecting/Childhood friend AU


Admiration/Age swap AU


Understanding/Working AU


Regret/Fake Dating AU


Together/Soulmate AU

Hole in the Fence (Coldwave with goats) - 3

Fic: Hole in the Fence (ao3 link) - chapter ¾
Fandom: Flash, DC’s Legends of Tomorrow
Pairing: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart

Summary: Mick Rory’s life was changed forever by the fire he didn’t escape.

(in which Mick Rory retires, raises goats, and saves the world more than a few times)


“So, did it work?” Mick asks when Len swans in. “I assume since you’re here and not in a secret prison somewhere, it couldn’t have gone that badly.”

“That was a delight,” Len says. He’s beaming like a maniac.

Mick shakes his head in amusement. It’s been a while since he’s seen Len all jumped-up on adrenaline and loving every last second; Len’s heists have tended more towards cautious and controlled recently. This, though, this is classic Len: running on the very edge of danger with a smirk plastered on his face and his heart singing.

It’s good to see.

“So, anyway, I lured him out, no problem,” Len says, throwing himself down on the couch next to Mick, utterly ignoring the papers Mick had been perusing a few minutes earlier. He just did a thing; now he tells Mick about it. It’s a system - their system - and it works. “No, that’s not right; it was a problem. First he didn’t show up to the first time I set something up – the car job thing I told you about –”

“Yes,” Mick says dryly. “I know. You called me right after and complained about it for way too long.”

“Four minutes, twenty seconds!”

“As I said: way too long.”

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Tapestries Day 6


Day One (free Day)
Day Two (Team Up/Fantasy AU)
Day Three (Protecting/Childhood Friends AU)
Day Four (Admiration/Age Swap AU)
Day Five (Understanding/Working AU)
Day Six (Regret/Fake Dating AU)

(must be read in order)

“I understand your concern, Takeshi, but I assure you it’s much better if they get married as soon as Tadashi-kun is out of high school.”

“It’s a changing world, Mother! Those kids are way to young in this day and age. After college, at the earliest.”

“Now, you two, this argument is useless. Why don’t we just ask the boys if they’d rather get married before or after college?”

Chikara clamped his hands over his ears, but it did nothing to block out the sound of his family arguing. Over his future, his life. Yamaguchi’s life.

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Frankly, if they are reading this…

Fuck it. It’s fiction. Deal. 

“Maks. Where are we going?”

“You did good tonight. I am very proud." 

"Why, thank you,” she leaned over the center console, gave his cheek a kiss. “But that still doesn’t tell me where we’re going.”

He chuckled. 

“C'mon, Maksy,” she cajoled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Tell me." 

"Are you trying to seduce me, or get me to talk?” he asked, smiling. 

“Ehhhh - a little bit of both,” she answered, running her nose down his neck. He was always doing it her, she supposed, turnabout was fair play. 

“Well, Miss Davis,” he pulled into a space, put the car in park. “I’d ask you to do your worst…but we’re here." 

She looked out the window, intrigued. 

He kissed her nose, pulling open his door. He went around to open hers.

She stepped out of the car, looked around. The area looked unfamiliar to her, but as L.A. wasn’t her hometown, a lot of the places that Maks took her to were. 

"Where are we?”

He smiled, amused at her endless curiosity. “I wanted to show you something." 


He secured the car, began walking with her. “Dance is just one way of expressing love of one’s culture. With the Latin dances, you see it especially. The history of dance, the culture of it - it’s almost as interesting to me as the act of doing it." 

They rounded a corner, Meryl seeming to hang on his every word. 

He continued. "I became a Latin dance champion, and I’d like to think I deserved it. But I think what set me apart from some other ballroom dancers is that I respect where the dance came from. I respect it’s origins, and it's metamorphosis from what it was then to what it is now. On this show, it’s great that I can do whatever I can to further my craft - but, some of the elements, the foundations of a style gets lost. The subtlety of particular dances gets lost for ratings, or what looks good on tv. That’s what happened with our salsa tonight - it was a salsa, but it was filled with tricks and things that aren’t necessarily true to its original art form. But here,” he stopped as they reached their destination. “they will.”

They had stopped at what appeared to be a bar. Maks opened the door…and they stepped into a new world. 

It was hot, and dark. The music blasted out of the speakers, and it was a happy, festive rhythm. There was a smattering of tables, a small bar. 

And a dance floor. 

The place was full, but not packed. People were scattered around, small groups sitting at the tables, but the majority on the floor. 

She stood still, awed by the movement. 

This was not the salsa that Maks taught her - oh no. This was better, hotter. The women weren’t dirty whores, like Maks had wanted her character to be - they were confident women completely in tune with their sexuality. The men twisted and turned them, showcasing their remarkable skill. 

Meryl didn’t see one flip. 

She was awestruck.

“This,” he whispered in her ear, “this is salsa." 


He began to lead her onto the floor, and Meryl protested. “Maks! i can’t dance salsa here - they’d laugh me out this place! I can’t -”

“believe that you show so little trust in me,” he interrupted. “You know I do do this for a living, yes?" 

"But-what if people - ”

“Recognize us? They won’t. Val, Tony, & I have come here plenty of times, and we’ve never had a problem. C'mon, I want to show you how salsa is really done." 

Her protests died on her lips as a fresh question came into her mind. 

"Have you ever brought any of your partners here?" 

"From the show? No." 

"From…” she paused. She didn’t want him to think she was some jealous harpy, but…the question had to be asked. “…anywhere else?" 

She’s frickin adorable, he thought. 

"No, honey. You’re the first woman I brought here. I thought you would like it." 

She looked up at him, incredibly happy, and a bit embarrassed, that she was so transparent. 

She looked towards the floor. 

He pulled her towards him, hands cupping her face.

"C'mon, baby,” he said, looking into her eyes. “Dance with me." 

She nodded - yes, yes, yes. 

She was, quite simply, having the time of her life. 

She shouldn’t have worried that her salsa skills weren’t up to par. Like usual, Maks made her completely comfortable. With the show, it was a bit strange for her - to dance for the simple sake of dancing. The people around her weren’t competing for some silly trophy - they were dancing for the simple joy of it. 

She loved it. 

True to his word, no one bothered them. There were no cameras around, no photographers in hiding waiting for that one shot. 

They were in a crowded club, with plenty of people, and yet they were in complete privacy. 

At first, she was shy to dance - from what she saw, a lot of the people here could be on the show, they were so good. But as she began to dance, she began to lose that fear. Maks had a way of making her feel like the place was empty, and they were the only two there. They danced closer than ever, Maks sometimes kissing her nose before he turned her, ending some dips with a scorching kiss. 

They were just like everyone else. 

She found that she liked this style of salsa better than the routine that they had performed earlier that evening. While this style was faster, with more complicated turns - it also brought out that confident femme fatale that he had wanted to showcase earlier in the evening. 

Meryl found herself almost preening for him, taking cues from the other women there. He had a way of making her feel like she was the only woman in the world, the only one that mattered. He made her feel sexy, and confident, and powerful. In this journey with him, she had found herself able to entrust the innermost parts of herself without fear. 

He made her feel weightless. 

She loved him so much.

It was approaching two in the morning when they finally left. She felt like she was high, she was so happy. Her body was exhausted, but inside, she felt like she could run a marathon. 

Love was miraculous. 

They were laughing as they made their way back to his car. She needed to get this out, needed him to know. 


She leaned against his car, looked up at him. 


“I need to -,” All of a sudden flustered, she did what came naturally. 

She jumped up into his arms, and kissed him. 

He trapped her against the car as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She wanted this to kiss to say something - wanted him to know her feelings without the words. She wanted to tell him that he made her feel beautiful. That every moment spent in his company was a gift. That he was one of the most inspirational people she had ever met, that he inspired her. That he made her feel confident, and sexy. That she never wanted to sleep without him again. 

She wanted this kiss to say that. 

And thousands of other things. 

When they finally came up for air, they were both gasping. 

“What,” he panted. “What was that for? Tell me, so I can do it again for the rest of my life.”

She smiled, looked deep into his eyes. 

She wanted to see his reaction in there first. 

“I just…,” Come on, Davis, she admonished herself. “I love you." 

The smile he gave her lit up her entire universe. 


She looked at his lips, then back up to his eyes. 

“Yeah,” she whispered. 

He kissed her, laughing against her lips. She knew she probably should be insulted, but his giddiness was contagious. 

“You think me falling in love with you is funny?” she asked, smiling. 

“No, no, no,” he admonished her, pecked her lips. “It’s just,” he closed his eyes, breathed her in. “You said it. You actually fucking said it." 

He opened his eyes, the look on his face breaking her heart. "You mean it?" 

She nodded, her heart near to bursting with emotion. This wasn’t supposed to happen, she knew. She wasn’t supposed to do the show and find the man that lit her up inside. She wasn’t supposed to fall so hard for a man that she essentially just met. 

Fuck it. She always was a rule breaker. 

"Say it again,” he demanded. 

She laughed, feeling glorious.“I love you." 

"Now take me home, so I can show you…" 

I’ll never forget all the things you’ve done for us fans. I’ll never forget your amazing quotes. I’ll forget your inspiring backstory and your resolve that drived you to work so hard not for yourself but, for people like us. I may not have known you like most people have yet here I am, crying as I’m typing this. It hurts alot. You worked so hard to get to where you were and you deserved every single bit of praise you got. I guess your existence gave me hope. Hope that I will be able work my way up to glory just as you did. Hope that people will one day appreciate my work and efforts for what they are just like they did yours. To see you gone really hurts me to the core. However, Monty Oum, I promise you this: I’ll never waver and if I do, I remember what drives me. I’ll put everything I have into my dreams and goals and make them reality. I’ll be strong and make a way when there is no way. I’ll work hard and restlessly to matain my goals. I’ll be myself and be as selfless as possible and make a lot of friends. And once I finally reach my dreams I’ll “keep living” and I’ll “keep moving forward” as long as possible. Once I can no longer live, I’ll leave behind a grand legacy that people will remember me for. Just as you did. “I believe the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate and often times you greater dreams is something you will not achieve in your own life time. The effort you put into anything transcends yourself for there is no futility, even in death.” Truer words were never said, Monty. You’re a prime example of that. Thank you. May you rest in peace.


Kingdom Hearts: Unchained χ now available in North America; Launch Trailer

Download: iOS | Google Play

About Kingdom Hearts: Unchained χ

Adventure across Disney’s magical and wondrous worlds in the first mobile app for the beloved Kingdom Hearts series!

Kingdom Hearts is a tale about Light and Friendship overcoming the power of Darkness. Over the last 15 years, millions of fans have experienced the epic tale of King Mickey, Donald, Goofy, and more than 100 Disney characters joining forces with Sora, Keyblade warriors, and heroes from Square Enix’s popular Final Fantasy video game series as they battle to protect their friends and save all worlds from the Heartless.


• Become a hero at the very beginning of the Kingdom Hearts story in the era of the Lost Masters. Gather LUX—a mysterious form of light—and fight the Heartless as you explore beautiful Disney worlds. Meet familiar faces, strengthen yourself and your Keyblades!

• Battle against the Heartless using your legendary Keyblades. Tap to attack, swipe to hit multiple enemies, and flick medals to unleash their special abilities.

• Strategize to defeat enemies in fewer turns for greater rewards by using your special attacks and finding the right balance of power, magic, and speed medals.

• Customize your hero by changing your avatar’s outfits to match your style of fashion. Be on the lookout for outfits based upon popular Disney, Final Fantasy, and Kingdom Hearts characters, as well as seasonal clothing!

• Collect and evolve hundreds of character medals, which contain the harnessed power of popular Disney and Final Fantasy heroes and villains.

• Team up with friends to challenge and take down monstrous Heartless raid bosses for even greater rewards!

• Survive the challenges in the Olympus Coliseum, where the strongest heroes can brave additional bosses and unlock the rare medals.

Note: An additional download of about 700MB will be required after installation of this application, so please make sure you have access to a stable internet connection. The download will expand in size during installation, and you will need a total of about 1.1 GB free in order to play this game.


Logan: Are you out of your mind, kid? I could’ve killed you! What in heck are you doin’ down here?
Kamala: I can’t believe it. I’m gonna pass out. I totally put you first in my fantasy hear team-up bracket!
Logan: Huh?
Kamala: You’re Wolverine! My Wolverine-and-Storm-in-space fanfic was the third most upvoted story on Freaking Awesome last month!
Logan: Oh my God.
Kamala: I had you guys fighting this giant alien blob that farts wormholes!
Logan: Sounds great, kid. Wait – so what was the most upvoted story?
Kamala: Umm… Cyclops and Emma Frost’s romantic vacation in Paris?
Logan: This is the worst day of my life.
Kamala: You have no idea how excited I am to meet you! We are totally twinsies! I’ve got–

– From Ms Marvel v3 #6 written by G. Willow Wilson, art by Jacob Wyatt, coloured by Ian Herring

Morning Coffee & Football

Harry’s POV

My phone buzzed and I got the alert that the Packers had lost. Fuck. I needed them to win this week. I was pulled out of my thoughts abruptly by the sound of a girl cursing at her laptop. I hadn’t noticed her before; she was sitting right next to me. I glanced up, smirking at the dirty words coming out of her mouth. She shut her laptop, obviously displeased. She looked over at me and saw me staring at her, and became embarrassed. “I’m sorry,” she said. “My team lost…” she trailed off as she packed up her laptop. She likes sports? I was curious now. “Packers?” I inquired. “Yes” she gritted through her teeth. I waved my phone. “Just got the update,” I sighed. “Just goes like that sometimes… now my fantasy team is going to lose though,” She said as she finished packing up. Fantasy Team? I don’t know a single girl in my Fantasy League. She’s different. I like it. 

I just smiled at her; afraid I would say something wrong and come across as a creep. Instead I just took in her beauty. She was stunning. She had almost no makeup on, a flannel and some yoga pants with converse. She just looked comfortable. Her hair was down and it was brown and wavy. Something about her just pulled me in. I needed to know more. But she was already done packing up and turned to me, smiling and waving slightly. “Bye,” she said, turning to leave. No, no, no, don’t leave. I didn’t even have time to make a move before she was out the door, obviously in a rush to get somewhere. I cursed myself for missing a chance to even learn her name. She was right next to me, how had I not noticed her? She was right over there… Where her phone is still lying. Maybe fate is on my side today.

Luckily for me, she had no password. I unlocked her iPhone and tried to find a home number or something. Suddenly a reminder came up for a seminar. I read the note she wrote to herself under the event. “Do not be late you idiot. You were late last time.” I laughed to myself, taking note of the seminar she was attending. Neurobiology and Psychology combination seminar, so she’s smart. We go to the same school? How more perfect could this be? The lecture hall was only about a five-minute walk away from the coffee shop so I started, determined to find her.