anonymous asked:

is lups partner in torch it up for the swap greg grimmaldis?

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my go d……………..holy shit thats amazing. no, in this au its only the members of ipre that are swapped and noone else, tho somtimes i draw other swaps bc its rly fun??? but jesus thats a good one. can u imagine taako at the press conference yellin SAZED YOU OWE ME FIFT

Inazuma Eleven Asks

I saw a lot of different kinds of asks games, and even for specific animes. So I decided to make one for the series Inazuma Eleven/GO/CS/Galaxy. There are even for Inazuma Eleven Ares. That’s general questions, and I’ll surely add more in the future (or change some of them). Feel free to send me propositions ! Enjoy !~

  1. Real sakka or IE sakka ?
  2. In which college you would go to, and why ?
  3. In which college you would not go to, and why ?
  4. Managed sakka or free sakka ?
  5. Manager or player ?
  6. Player or coach ?
  7. If you were in a team, which position you would like to be ?
  8. If you were a player, which kind of player you would be ?
  9. What is your favourite serie ?
  10. What is your favourite arc (in any serie) and why ?
  11. What is/are your favourite quote(s) ?
  12. What is/are your favourite college(s) ?
  13. What is/are your favourite team(s) ?
  14. What is/are your favourite character(s), and why ? Can you relate to him/her/them ?
  15. What is/are your least favourite character(s), and why ?
  16. What is/are your favourite villain(s) and why ?
  17. What is/are your favourite coach(es) and why ?
  18. What is/are your favourite manager(s) ?
  19. What would be your element ? (Ex. : Gouenji → fire)
  20. What do you think about the Fifth Sector ? Do you think there could be more informations in the anime/manga ?
  21. What do you think about the system of the SEEDS ?
  22. What do you think about El Dorado ?
  23. Your OTP ?
  24. Your Notp ?
  25. Your ships ? Are they rare or not ?
  26. Your brOTP ?
  27. Which is the ship(s) you really can’t see ?
  28. What is/are your favourite friendship(s) ?
  29. What is/are your favourite sibling(s) ?
  30. What is/are your favourite hairstyle(s) ? Why do you like it so much ?
  31. Do you have any favourite place(s) ?
  32. What is/are your favourite episode(s) ? And why ?
  33. Your favourite opening(s) ?
  34. Your favourite ending(s) ?
  35. Your favourite character(s) song(s) ?
  36. Your favourite uniform(s) ?
  37. Your favourite soccer uniform(s) ?
  38. Your favourite character’s background ?
  39. The character you love the most, and why ?
  40. The character you hate the most, and why ?
  41. Your favourite hissatsu(s) ?
  42. Your favourite tactic(s) ?
  43. Your favourite Keshin(s) ?
  44. Your favourite Keshin(s) Armed ?
  45. Your favourite Mixi-max ?
  46. Your favourite Soul(s) ?
  47. If one of your friends is with the Fift Sector, what would be your reaction ? What would you do ?
  48. You’re in a great competition. You have a game against another team, and you end up by losing. You’re eliminated. Do you keep a grudge against the other team ? Or you prefer to keep good contacts with them ?
  49. One of your teammates decided to leave the team. What is your reaction ? Do you try to convince him/her to stay ? Or do you prefer to respect his/her decision and let him/her leave ?
  50. What would have happened if Endou would never have found his grandfather’s notes ? Do you think he would still end up by loving soccer ?
  51. What could you reproach or not to Inazuma Eleven Ares ?
  52. What could you reproach or not to IE/GO/CS/Galaxy ?
  53. What is your favourite competition ?
  54. What do you love the most in all the series ?
  55. What do you hate the most in all the series ?
  56. What do you think about the time travels ?
  57. A lot of people dislike Galaxy. Are you one of those persons ? And what could be the reasons ?
  58. If you were in a team, would you like to be captain ? And if not, why ?
  59. In your opinion, how come the nets have not been torn yet by all the shots ?
  60. In which team would you like to be if you were an alien (no matter true or false alien) ?
  61. Your favourite alien team(s)?
  62. Your favourite alien(s) ?
  63. You’re in a desperate situation. Hitomiko’s father proposes you to use the Aliea stone. Would you use it ?
  64. Would you be ready to sacrifice everything for soccer, just like Gouenji ?
  65. Would you be ready to make a petition for Kidou taking off his goggles FOREVER ?
  66. If someone gives you the chance to watch the series for the first time again, would you do it ?
  67. Do you have any mangas of Inazuma Elevne/Inazuma Eleven GO ? Do you like it ? Do you prefer the manga or the anime ?
  68. What do you think about Inazuma Eleven Ares ? Do you think it was a good idea to continue the serie ?
  69. Are you excited, or are you anxious about Inazuma Eleven Ares ? Are you afraid to be disappointed ?
  70. What do you think is it the project “Ares” ?
  71. What are your favourite characters in IE Ares so far ?
  72. What is the best IE (or IE GO) game you ever have played ? And if you have never played one, what is the game you really want to play ?
  73. Did you already love soccer before watching IE ? And if you didn’t, how IE managed to make you love it ?
  74. Did IE learn you anything ? Did it bring you something ?
  75. When and how did you discover IE ?
  76. Do you have merchandise, and what ? And if not, what would you like to have ?
  77. What would be your reaction if someone says to you ‘sakka yarouze !’ ?
  78. What do you always wanted to see in the series ? Or what would you like to change ?
  79. What do you think about Akihiro Hino ?
  80. What do you think about all the series in general ?
  81. Why do you think IE isn’t as popular as the other sport animes ?
  82. Your favourite seiyuu(s) ?
  83. Any funny fact you would like to share linked to IE ?
  84. Any unpopular/popular opinions ?
  85. Anything you want to ask !

mesdea  asked:

My hubby forgot my anniversary and I wish to commiserate with Qui-Gon. Can you write some QuiObi where Obi forgets and Qui broods. Love all your work.

“…He seems annoyed.” Anakin offered pleasantly after the door closed behind Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan shifted on his feet, glancing at the door then back at Anakin.

“I…yes, yes he does and I’m not sure why but I get the distinct feeling he’s unhappy with me and I don’t know why Anakin.” Obi-Wan swallowed heavily. “I mean I’ve been working a lot lately, perhaps he’s annoyed by the amount of council time I’ve been doing?”

That got a hum out of the blond as Anakin popped his feet up on Ahsoka’s shoulder only to have them roughly slapped off by the togruta.

“If you behave anything like Skyguy I’d be annoyed too but you don’t.” Ahsoka offered dryly while brushing gravel of her shoulder. “Honestly Skyguy, if these weren’t your quarters, I’d tell you to take your damn boots off.”

“But it is my quarters!” Anakin grinned before turning considering eyes on Obi-Wan. “I know you’ve been busy Obi-Wan but I don’t think you’ve done that much council time…and you always come back to his bed and cuddle against him.”

“He is my bondmate of fifte…fifteen…oh no.”

Raising his brows slowly, both master and padawan stared at the rapidly paling Jedi Master in front of him.

And then Anakin’s face grew into a wide grin. “You forgot your anniversary, DIDN’T you? You damn skank!” He laughed.

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan hissed, still pale as he ran his hands over his beard. “This is not good! This is no laughing matter this is, this is-

“You fucking the stang up to an epic level considering its you?” Ahsoka offered pleasantly.

“…Yes that.” Obi-Wan continued rubbing his beard, frazzling it to bits. “Damn it Damn it Damn it, I knew there was something, something up, something important but I just…” For a moment the man looked so lost that even Anakin felt pity with him.

Force he could just imagine Padme’s face if he forgot their anniversary.

The horror.

Palpatine winning would almost be worth it…

Not really.


“I could…no no, he’d know that would be last ditch…I could do…but that wouldn’t be meaningful.” Obi-Wan groaned and dropped his face in his hands, desperately racing his mind for a solution.

“…Cake!” He jerked his head up, staring at the others with a wild gaze. “Dinner and home made cake. I can bake. I’m GOOD at baking, I can fucking stop wars and have done it with my cakes. And you two will help me.”

“I’m fairly certain I burn water.” Ahsoka offered.

“I can he-”

“NO! Stay out of my kitchen Anakin, you eat bugs! You two need to distract Qui-Gon for me from our quarters. I need TIME.”

“…Bugs aren’t that bad, they’re full of proteins and minerals Obi-Wan.”

“I am not serving Qui-Gon a bug cake or a bug meal. Distract him!” Obi-Wan waved his hands at them and ran for the door.

“…How are we suppose to distract master Qui-Gon?”

“…I guess we ask him to spar or something. If we ask him to talk about what’s bothering him he’ll assume Obi-Wan sent him.”


Of course, best laid plans don’t always go to details.

Qui-Gon stared at the shared quarters he had with his bondmate, bushy and mostly silver brows raising high on his face as he took in the damage.

There was an unidentifiable blue smudge on the ceiling, there was flour on the entire kitchen from floor to cupboards, benches to their dining table, there was something that looked like a burned towel under a layer of flour on one of said benches, a skillet in the sink with what looked like the remains of burned meat and in the middle of everything…

One bedraggled looking, flour covered redheaded Jedi Master who looked at him with a hang dog expression on his face and flour dusting his hair and beard enough to make him look as old as his bondmate.

Qui-Gon felt his lips twitch faintly.

“Um…surprise?” Obi-Wan offered meekly.

“Oh Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon chuckled quietly and stepped over most of the flour towards the other. “Love what happened?”

“…A good deal of enthusiasm and panic I think?”

“And the ceiling?”  Both glanced up at the blue in the ceiling.

“…It was suppose to be a mashed and frozen yorgan fruits treat I was going to use as part of the dessert.” Obi-Wan confessed.

“And the flour?” Qui-Gon wiped the back of his knuckles over Obi-Wan’s cheek, smile even softer.

“…I exploded the flour pack by dropping it when I was about to put it away.”

“I see.” Qui-Gon hummed. “The burned…nerf?”

“Chicken…when I was panicking about the flour it caught fire and…well it got a layer of burned around the outside.” He sighed quietly.

“Oh Obi-Wan.”

The flour coated man glanced up at him then glanced back before smiling sheepishly. “I didn’t burn the apple and cinnamon cake though. And we do have a bit of ice cream.” Obi-Wan rubbed the back of his neck a bit. “Happy anniversary love?”

“Happy anniversary my Obi-love.” Qui-Gon chuckled quietly before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his flour coated bondmate. “Now go shower love. I’ll look after the cake.”


klarolineforevermine  asked:

kc+ "“I get that it’s hotter than hell out here but if you remove any more clothing I won’t be responsible for my actions-wait. why are you smirking at me?” AU

She fans herself lazily as she reclines on the deck chair next to the Mikaelson’s ridiculous pool, the heat of the New Orleans sun beating down on her intensely.

Taking a long sip of her ice tea, she sets down the glass on the table next to her, crossing and uncrossing her legs as she lifts her sweat dampened hair off her neck.

“This is the worst.” She mumbles under her breath as Rebekah makes a soft noise of agreement.

The air conditioning system in the Mikaelson house had broken down, and as a result it was actually hotter inside than it was outside, which was just ridicolous.

Rebekah had suggested the shade outside near the pool, hoping that the coolness of the water would provide some sort of reprieve. She had readily agreed, tucking a book under hear arm, grabbing a jug of iced tea from the fridge, and following the blonde Mikaelson outside.

She wasn’t sure where Klaus was today. He had said something about dealing with a coven of witches who had overstepped their bounds, and she had long since stopped asking questions about what he chose to do in the city that he ruled.

It was far easier on their relationship that way. As long as he came home at the end of each day she was fine.

The heat hadn’t seemed to affect him, even as she’d kicked off the covers of their shared bed, dressed only in a thin singlet and some panties. Klaus’ eyes had darkened momentarily as he’d swept his gaze over here exposed body, but he had seemingly resisted temptation, pulling on a pair of jeans and one of his many Henleys.

He’d farewelled her with a scorching kiss before smirking and making his way out of the compound and into the streets beyond.

She hadn’t seen him since.

“Please tell me we have someone fixing the air conditioning?” She asks Rebekah.

“Oh you’d better believe it. And if it’s not fixed by this afternoon…” She trails off threateningly and she doesn’t want to think about just what Rebekah had threatened the workmen with.

Of course, that hadn’t stopped them from leering at them both. She just knows that Rebekah is considering taking a drink from one of them, if not to scare the others into submission.

If Klaus had been there he would have ripped one of their heads off without thinking twice about it for their indecency.

“I can’t take this anymore. I’m heading for somewhere that has airconditioning. Do you want to come?” Rebekah asks, standing and drawing herself up to her full height.

She waves Rebekah away in answer, the other girl chuckling at her refusal.

“Alright then. Be careful. I think Nik is due back soon.”

She just nods, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of the oppressive heat, sleep stealing over her in the next few moments.

Footsteps approaching her is what finally pulls her from her fiftful sleep, and when she opens her eyes it’s Klaus that towers over her, a gentle smile on his face as he watches her.

“Hello love.” He begins gently, crouching down next to her lounger. “You’re a bit overheated.” He presses the back of his hand to her forehead in a surprisingly tender gesture, pushing away some of her hair.

“The same could be said for you.” She remarks lightly, sitting up a little straighter, taking in the way his henley clings to his chest, slightly damp with sweat.

“Come for a swim love.” Klaus stands, holding out a hand for her.

“You’re going for a swim in your clothes?” She asks amusedly, taking his hand and letting him pull her to her feet.

Klaus’ answering smile is sinful as he steps back and drags his Henley over his head, dropping it carelessly on the ground beside him.

Her mouth goes dry at the sight of his chest. She’d always known that Klaus had a banging bod, even back in the Mystic Falls days when they’d first crossed paths and she’d tried to pretend otherwise.

I mean hello, his arms as they held her, feeding her his blood on her birthday had been cut.

She’d been drawn to him ever since, and while a part of it thinks it might have been because of the blood she had drank from him, another part of her knows it’s because she simply found him attractive.

“Why are you smirking at me?” She asks, finally dragging her eyes from his chest to his face.

Klaus just smirks again, bending down to untie his boots, muscles rippling across his chest and abdomen with the movement.

All she can do is stand and watch as Klaus strips down to his boxers. There’s nothing showboaty about his movements, in fact the whole thing is quite methodical. All the same the heat that she’s suddenly feeling low in her belly is not just from her surroundings.

“Coming love?” He asks, turning and diving into the pool.

He surfaces a few seconds later, hands coming up to slick back his hair, water droplets glittering like diamonds against the smooth skin of his chest.

She uses the steps to get into the pool, sighing with relief as she submerges herself in the cool water, drifting almost automatically towards Klaus, who takes her hand and pulls her into his body.

His hand plays with the ties of her bikini top as he pushes her towards the opposite wall, covering her with his body, hand tangling in her hair as he tilts her face upwards to meet his lips.

The first press of his lips against hers has her letting out a gentle moan that echoes around the pool, Klaus’ hand dipping below the water line to cup her arse. The evidence of his desire is clear enough, resting hot and heavy against her stomach as Klaus just smiles at her soft gasp of surprise.

They stay like that for some time, kissing languidly, like they had all the time in the world to get to their ultimate destination, which would no doubt be her on her back in their bed, Klaus’ head between her thighs before he took her.

A piercing wolf whistle has her wrenching away from him with gasp, Klaus stiffening against her as a murderous expression comes across his face. She buries her face in his chest as he looks over his shoulder, to where one of the work men is standing idly by the pool, hands shoved into his pockets.

“Your air conditioning is fixed mate. Problem with one of the cooling systems overheating. She’s running like a dream though, shouldn’t give you anymore trouble.”

“I should hope so mate.” Klaus replies, tone dripping with derision, a slight bite of anger for having been interrupted.

She digs his fingers into his chest warningly as Klaus flicks his gaze back to her momentarily.

“You have my thanks. Has my brother arranged payment?” He asks cordially, a little too smoothly.

The worker, perhaps picking up on the sudden change in tone, shifts uneasily from one foot to another.

“All sorted. He said to let you know before we left. We’ll be off now.”

Klaus says nothing in reply, simply waits until the worker has disappeared back into the house before turning that dark gaze on her once more.

She plays with the hair at the back of his neck, an amused smile on her lips.

“How close were you to tearing his throat out?” She asks conversationally as Klaus chuckles, pressing gentle lips to her forehead.

“Close enough. Now sweetheart, where were we?”

She tugs him down for a kiss, and after that there’s no more talking.

Caged [23]

Characters: NamjoonxReader
Length: 2715 words
Genre: Mafia AU
Warnings: Violence

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Jin considered himself a simple man.

When he was a child, he had enjoyed books and cartoons. He had never gotten into trouble with teachers or fellow students; most people considered him a quiet and intelligent child, maybe even a bit wise beyond his years. He had enjoyed heavy stories about politics and history, about wars and tensions, and he had been fascinated by the men who had fought to resolve conflict in their countries.

Almost as much as by the men who had caused it.

As a teenager, Jin had excelled at math and sciences at school, and taught himself everything there was to know about computers in his pastime. He had learned about hardware and software, and all the useful things computers could do, and he had been excited by how much information he could easily access.

Almost as much as by his sudden ability to get information that was not easy to access.

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The curious circle of Mirage III derivatives and copies.

First, the French machines:

On top we have the original Mirage III, one hell of an interceptor and fighter, the living proof that a delta wing was the perfect solution for supersonic flight (instead of that god-awful wing used by the F-104), an overall and outstanding export success, effectively the west’s MiG-21, only superior.

The second is her first major upgrade, the Mirage V, a version almost tailor-made for Israel (but more of that in a sec), that sacrificed all-weather interception capacity for better ground-attack capabilities, with an stretched fuselaje, better payload, better range, more hard-points, and a nose cone designed to improve ground view. Another export success.

Third is the ultimate version, the Mirage 50, a throwback to the original all-weather interception capabilities, with a set of fixed canards to improve flying characteristics, a new radar and engine, not as successful as her predecessors, but still an aircraft to behold.

Now we get to the international copies and variants:

The fourth one is effectively an unlicensed Israeli version of the Mirage V, the IAI Nesher (Vulture). Build after France denied delivery of the V’s the Israelis both helped to make and payed in full, where, Israel being Israel, decided that fuck the french, they were getting their Mirages, so what they did was STEAL her blueprints using the Mossad, and effectively build them themselves, the only differences being the american ejection seats and some israeli-made avionics, quickly passed out and sold to Argentina following our next contender.

The fifth variant was a improvement over the Nesher, replacing the french-made engine with an american-made one, the same that powered the F-4 already in service with the IAF, the General Electric J79, giving birth to the IAI Kfir (Lion’s cub, a colombian C10 version is pictured), a superior variant with better avionics, higher payload and all-around performance, although with a reduced range.

And the final variant, the South African Atlas Cheetah, which is essentially a mix between a Kfir and a Mirage III, with a more powerful french-made engine (the same equipping the Mirage 50), much better avionics, improvements of dogfighting ability, and overall the ultimate version of the Mirage III, which in turn, curiously enough, would lead to the development of the upgraded Kfir C10 (seen on the fift pic), completing the circle. 

With the Cheetah died the development of this remarkable aircraft, as the French moved on to the far superior but far less successful Mirage 2000, the Israelis would try and fail to make their own fighter based on the lessons from the Nesher and Kfir, culminating in the cancelled (thanks to america) IAI Lavi, and the South Africans gave up on aircraft-making after the end of Apartheid brought an end to their military complex, the most advance in Africa.

Convince Me: Luke Hemmings Imagine (Hockey!5sos)

hockey player luke is giving me chest pains i can’t even think straight 


also soz i’ve been super inactive i’ve just had a lot of things to do x

Warning: smut (obvi)


“What the hell is Ashton doing talking to Luke Hemmings?” your friend whispered to you, causing you to shift your attention to the two of them. Ashton, your older brother, was in a heated argument with the captain of the rival hockey team Luke Hemmings during their warm-up. Judging by the way things looked, this was only going to end with blood and bruises everywhere. 

Luke Hemmings was the guy every girl wanted; the guy you’d be honoured to have your heart broken by. His perfectly quaffed hair and dazzling blue eyes had girls swooning every time they heard his name and going nuts when they saw him on the ice. However, with his drop dead good looks came a cocky attitude. He knew the affect his presence had on girls and didn’t waste a second trying to charm anyones pants off. He had a notorious record of having sex with girls who’s hearts were leaping out of their chest for him, give them a quick glimpse of hope in a relationship but then kicking them to the curb, never speaking to them again.

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moving lips to breathe her name

Bellamy Blake is destined for great things, including a successful senior year and a future at the Ivy League school of his choice. But what happens when he meets Clarke Griffin, Hamilton High’s newest bad girl, a girl with an affinity for leather, ripped jeans, and bad decisions?

Clarke Griffin is angry. Still coping with her father’s recent death and a move to a new town the summer before senior year, she’s ready to fight. Enter a new best friend and a bad boy boyfriend and she thinks she’s got everything under control. Until her history teacher’s TA catches her eye. Now she’s thinking life in Hamilton just got a little more interesting.

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chapter 4 - clarke

She wakes up Saturday morning with the hangover from hell and her hand throbbing from punching the shit out of Murphy the night before.

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