from a different dimension

 『 Mystic Messenger 』 上弦の月 | Crescent Moon

“If someday I’m awaken from this transient dream,
I would search for you.

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Based on the other normal end from April Fools’ DLC and ‘Crescent Moon’ song by Kurousa-P. Spoiler warning under the cut.

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like the wind, like this dust
I can’t catch you, I can’t see you
Remember love you I love you
I believed it was love, I called it destiny
Remember love you I love you
I am living in your eyes
I will answer only to you
get hold of me who’s staggering
my love, my love
 - My love - Lee Hi -

Ahhh~~~ I wanted to complete this one for Zenny’s birthday but I was soooo slow. TvT I’ve played the April fool dlc and it sure hurted me alot when Zen realizes we’re from different dimensions. I’m sure many Zen’s fans would feel the same. But even if he can’t get to our world, as long as when you can draw, or write, you can always come to him. Sooo happy birthday Zenny my love!  

p/s: I’ll upload this image in my dA later incase you guys wanna download it in higher quality and not a gif. X”D

Big Ol’ Honkin’ OC Question List-- Long Post Ahead!

  Alright, here we go– I put together a list of questions about OCs that you can reblog and have people send in asks for you! I set it up so you can be like, “A3″, “D2″, et cetera… Keep checking in here to the original post in case I add some more to the list! In the meantime, I hope y’all have some fun with this and maybe use it to learn a little bit more about your OCs or get to share things about them!!

A. Psychology

  1. What of the Meyers-Briggs personality types they most fit into? INFP, ENFT, et cetera…
  2. What alignment are they? Chaotic neutral, lawful evil, et cetera…
  3. Do they have any emotional or psychological conditions? Are they aware of it? Do they try to treat it? 
  4. Are they a pessimist or an optimist? 
  5. Are they good at handling change in their life?
  6. Does your OC tend to assume their interpretation of events and reality is correct, or do they question it? I.e., “I’m sure that’s what you said” versus “It’s possible I misheard you.”
  7. Is your OC confident in their reactions to life in general, or do they get embarrassed or easily shamed for it? I.e., if something startles them, do they insist it WAS scary? When they cry, do they feel like they overreacted?
  8. Is your OC a martyr?
  9. Does your OC make a lot of excuses? For themselves? Others? 
  10. Does your OC compromise easily? Too easily?
  11. Does your OC put others’ needs before their own?
  12. Does your OC have any addictions? If so and problematic, have they admitted it to themselves? 
  13. Does your OC have any phobias? If so, where did they come from?
  14. Is your character empathetic?
  15. Is your character observant?
  16. Does your OC have to go through their own trials to learn a lesson, or do they listen and learn from observation and lecture? I.e., does your OC listen when someone tries to tell them the importance of budgeting, or do they have to go experience what happens if you don’t budget first?
  17. What’s one of your OC’s proudest moments of themselves?
  18. Do they get jealous easily? Do they feel bad if they do?
  19. What instantly irritates them or puts them in a bad mood?
  20. Are they harsh on themselves?
  21. Do they make excuses often?
  22. Is your OC intended to be found generally attractive? Unattractive? Average? Is there a reason why?
  23. Does your OC place much importance on their appearance? Do they feel confident in it?
  24. What are some of your OC’s biggest personal obstacles? This could be emotional, physical, social… Are they aware of it? Are they trying to overcome it?

B. Social

  1. Do they believe you have to give respect to get it, or get respect to give it?
  2. Do they get frustrated when lines at places like pharmacies, check-outs, delis, banks, et cetera, are moving slowly?
  3. Under what situations would they get angry at servers, staff, customer service, et cetera?
  4. Do they tip well? How easily can they be moved to not leave a tip?
  5. Do they hold doors open for people?
  6. Would your OC let someone ahead of them in line if your OC had a big cart and the person behind them had very few items?
  7. How do they respond to babies crying in public?
  8. Is your OC considered funny? Do they believe they’re funny?
  9. What kind of humor does your OC like the most? Slapstick, ironic, funny sounds, scare pranks, xD sO rAnDoM…
  10. Does your OC find any “bad” or “mean” humor funny? Do they wish they didn’t?
  11. Your OC is running late to meeting someone: Do they let the other person know? Do they lie about why they’re late?
  12. Your OC orders something to eat and gets their order done in a pretty wrong way, something they can’t just pick off or whatnot to correct, or something major is missing. What do they do?
  13. Do they have a large or small group of friends?
  14. Do they have people they are genuinely honest with about themselves?
  15. Does your OC enjoy social events, such as parties, clubs, et cetera..?
  16. Does your OC like to be the center of attention or more in the mix?

C. Morality

  1. Does your OC have a moral code? If not, how do they base their actions? If so, where does it come from, and how seriously do they take it?
  2. Would your OC feel bad if they acted against their morals? If not, would they find a way to excuse themselves for it?
  3. Is it important for them to be with people (socially, intimately, whatever) whose major ideological tenets align with their own?
  4. Do they consider themselves superior or more important than anyone else? Lesser?
  5. Do your OC’s morals and rules of common decency go out the window when it comes to those they don’t like, or when it’s inconvenient? Aka, are their morals situational?
  6. What do they do when they see someone asking for money or food? If they ignore them, why? If they help, how so?
  7. Do they believe people change over time? If so, is it a natural process or does it take effort? 
  8. Is your OC more practical or ideal morally? I.e., do they hold people to high expectations of behavior even if it’s not realistic for the situation, or do they have a more realistic approach and adapt their morality to be more practical?

D. Religion and Life and Death

  1. How religious is your OC? What do they practice, if anything? If they don’t associate with any religion, what do they think of religion in general?
  2. Do they believe in an afterlife?
  3. How comfortable are they with the idea of death?
  4. Would they like to be immortal? Why, why not? If they are immortal, would they rather not be?
  5. Do they believe in ghosts? If not, why? If so, do they think they’re magical/tie into their religion, or are they scientifically plausible?

E. Education and Intelligence

  1. Would you say that your OC is intelligent? In what ways? Would your OC agree?
  2. Which of the nine types of intelligence is your OC strongest in? Weakest? (Linguistic, existential, naturalist, et cetera)
  3. How many languages do they speak?
  4. Did they enjoy school if they went to it?
  5. What’s their highest education level? Do they want to continue their education?
  6. Do they enjoy learning? Do they actively seek out sources of self-education?
  7. Are they a good note-taker? Are they a good test-taker? Do exams make them nervous?
  8. What’s one of your OC’s biggest regrets?

F. Domestic Habits, Work, and Hobbies

  1. What sort of home do they live in now, if at all? How did they end up there?
  2. What’s their ideal home look like? Where is it?
  3. Could they ever live in a “tiny home”?
  4. How clean are they overall with home upkeep?
  5. How handy are they? Can they fix appliances, cars, cabinets, et cetera?
  6. How much do they work? What do they do? Do they enjoy it?
  7. What’s their “dream career” or job situation?
  8. How often are they home?
  9. Are they homebodies and enjoy being home?
  10. Do they engage in any of the arts? How good do you intend them to be? Would they agree they are?
  11. What are some of their favorite things to do for recreation? How did they get into it? What part of it do they like the most?
  12. Would they enjoy a theme park?

G. Family and Growing Up

  1. Is your OC close to their family?
  2. Who makes up your OC’s family, at least the more important members to them?
  3. Does your OC find their family supportive? If not, what would be an example why not?
  4. What kind of childhood did your OC have?
  5. Did they go through any typical phases growing up?
  6. Do they have any favorite childhood memories?
  7. Do they have any childhood memories they’d rather forget or be less affected by?

H. Romance and Intimacy

  1. What is your OC’s orientation, romantic and/or sexual? Has it ever been a source of stress for them? Have they always been pretty sure of their orientation?
  2. Is your OC a thoughtful partner, in whatever aspect of that you want to cover?
  3. Does your OC believe there’s only one ideal partner (or multiple ideal if not monogamous) for everyone, or that there are many people who could be right?
  4. Does your OC believe in love in first sight?
  5. Does your OC believe in marriage (or their culture’s equivalent)?
  6. Has your OC ever cheated on anyone or been cheated on?
  7. What do they look for in partners? (Emotionally, mentally, physically..)
  8. What’s your OC’s idea of a perfect date?
  9. What are some things that your OC finds to be an instant turn-off in potential partners?

I. Food

  1. What are their favorite kinds of flavors– Sweet, salty, sour, spicy, creamy, et cetera?
  2. Do they have any eating requirements or preferences? Allergies, vegetarian, organic-only, religious restrictions…
  3. Are they vegan/vegetarian (if their overall culture/species generally aren’t)? If so, why? Do they think animal products are wrong in all circumstances?
  4. How often do they cook? Do they order out a lot?
  5. Are they a good cook?
  6. Could they eat the same thing they enjoy over and over and not get bored of it quickly?

J. Politics, Current Events, Environmental Aspects

  1. Where does your OC stand most politically? What would they align with most?
  2. How politically aware are they?
  3. How politically active are they?
  4. Is your OC the sort to fall for fake news? If not, do they ignore it or make a point to clarify that it’s wrong?
  5. Are they or would they protest for a cause they’re passionate about?
  6. How do they react to people whose political viewpoints are very opposite of theirs?
  7. How much interest in environmental health do they have?
  8. In reality-based or applicable worlds, do they believe in global warming? Do they recycle?

K. For OCs in Reality-Based Worlds Who Are Unusual in Paranormal Ways (such as magical abilities, being another species, having a curse like lycanthropy, sci-fi abilities, being from another time, et cetera)– Also for OCs where the scenario is similar even if their universe isn’t based on reality

  1. Does your OC have to keep their paranormal aspect (PA) a secret from general society? If so, how? I.e., they can’t discuss their abilities, they have to hide a tail, they have an alter-ego, et cetera. What would happen if society found out about it?
  2. Are there others in their universe with the same or a similar PA as your OC? I.e., others from different dimensions, others of their same species. Do they know about it?
  3. Does your OC have any friends who know about their PA? Any enemies?
  4. Does your OC ever use their PA to get an advantage? I.e., use their ability to be invisible to steal or get out of things, compete in track while their species is a naturally superior runner, use their invulnerability in careers like police work… If so, do they have any hang-ups about it?
  5. Does your OC feel isolated or unrelatable due to the experience their PA brings with it? If so, how do they deal with it?
  6. Does their PA cause issues in daily life? I.e., if they’re inhuman in a human universe and they can’t go to a doctor or risk the doctor realizing they are not human, super abilities with physical drawbacks, they don’t have control of their abilities and must keep to themselves, et cetera… If so, how do they feel about it?
  7. Does your OC’s PA affect their dietary habits so that they are unusual or problematic by their society’s standards?
  8. What are some routines, if any, of self-care that your OC must engage in that are not typical of their society? I.e., having to file their teeth, maintaining magical rituals, drinking blood…
  9. Does your OC have knowledge that they can’t share with the rest of their world that could improve it if it didn’t cause chaos? I.e., a character from the future knowing about technology not yet invented, but they can’t reveal themselves by sharing it?
  10. Would your OC give up their PA if they could? Why or why not?

L. For the Writer/Owner

  1. How have your characters changed since you created them?
  2. What do you consider the biggest themes in your character, if any?
  3. Did you create the character to be like yourself, did they end up being like yourself, or are they very different from you?
  4. Would you hang out with your OC if you could?
  5. Which OC do you think is the most decent morally or behaviorally?
  6. Which OC do you think is the worst morally or behaviorally? AKA, which is supposed to a “good guy”?
  7. Which OC do you think is the most attractive? AKA, which is supposed to be a “bad guy”?
  8. What’s the longest you’ve had an OC for?
  9. How did you come up with your OC?

Guys for the next gen ygo crossover, there’s no way they can meet in the same timeline. In order for Yuya, Yuma, and Yusaku to meet they’ll have to go beyond the their usual worlds to meet and I’m not talking about dimensions, or other worldly planes, or different realities I’m talking about crossing entirely different universes, crossing to an entirely new space.

So instead of Bonds Beyond Time, it’ll probably be Bonds Beyond Space.

Words With Friends continues to “hand-pick” one person a day that it wants me to play with.

I’m starting to notice some recurring themes. 

First of all, you’ve got:

  • Theme #1: Very Dangerous Children

Roseyb3′s 3-year-old is apparently allowed to pilot a boat, and the dad sees no issue with this situation.

I don’t care if her pre-k has a NASBLA-approved certification course – I, for one, wouldn’t trust her maritime judgements.

As cute as the scene is, Jake’s toddler, uh… worries me.

See that look on his face?

That’s the face of a kid who finds just a little too much joy in the all-consuming wrath of fire.

I can only imagine what he’s envisioning doing to his teething toys now.

Maybe he’ll team up with…

…Rob’s kid, who already has his action movie sunglasses ready. 

If they don’t form a buddy-cop duo as a grizzled by-the-book preschooler and a pyromaniac toddler, I’ll be very disappointed.

Of course, you also have:

  • Theme #2: The Real Names of Classic Characters

For instance, Google says this character’s name is The Great Gazoo, but as his Words WIth Friends account clearly shows…

…it was actually just “Gary” all along.

And you prolly thought Mighty Mouse’s name was Mighty Mouse, didn’t you?

Wrong. It’s Bob. Bob Mighty Mouse.

…also, there’s a sentient mustache named “Kwaffens.”

Learn something new every day.

The most-common theme by far, though, is:

  • Theme #3: Whose Photo Is It Anyway

Which is Kaylah, here? They’re both equally out-of-frame… your guess is as good as mine.

One of these shadow people is cathy. 

Who? No clue.

Maybe it’s actually the sunset that’s named Cathy.

Which of the pairs is Becky? Carol? Bob? Hmmmm?

…well, ok, we can make some good guesses, but still.

This last one’s a double since any of them might be Mark, and it appears at least one of them is young enough to count as Very Dangerous Children, too.

“Come on, kids! Suppertime!” “Aww, gee, ma, can’t we have just 5 more minutes on our Inexplicable Oversized Climbing Frame?”

Some people, though, are simpler to understand. 

They’re just from different dimensions.

Abbey, evidentially, comes from an alternate dimension where everything is rotated 140° to the left.

SuzanneC19 hails from dimension C19, where everyone is a letter floating in the ethereal void of yellow.

Not half as cool as dimension C-137, lemme tell ya.

Crissyteach, meanwhile, is from the dimension where everyone is a tree.

What more can you say?

Of them all, though, Joel…. Joel weirds me out the most. 

He appears to be visiting some manner of monument/shrine… which appears to be inscribed with a modified… 

…84 Lumber logo?

And the shrine is just, like, out in the middle of a desert somewhere?

…surrounded by what looks like might be barbed wire?

I don’t know what the heck is going on, but listen… if you’re reading this, and never hear from me again, tell my family that Joel from the 82 Lumber Cult Dimension got me.

Summary of the second #MarcoLIVE

Yo, caught the second one just like a said I would.

  • Marco starts by asking what everyone was doing for the past week.
  • The bi-weekly practices have become weekly.
  • While recapping the episodes he accidently calls Buff Frog “Butt Frog”
  • Another one of the laser puppies is named Marco Jr. So that’s Sayjack, Barco, & Marco Jr.
  • Marco thinks candy corn is the worst candy ever
  • Apparently, Marco had a birthday party where he threw up on Oskar
  • Hekapoo slapped the back of Marco’s head when he recapped “Running With Scissors”
  • Marco remembers everything that happened to him during the sixteen years chasing Hekapoo, but as time goes by the memories are starting to get hazy. He still remembers Nachos (his dragoncycle), his abs, his sword and “the lovely” Hekapoo (his words)
  • November 28 is Marco’s birthday. Star’s is on Stump Day
  • Marco holds a lot of respect for Hekapoo and calls her his friend
  • He doesn’t think Hekapoo and Tom are related since they’re from two completely different dimensions. He knows he’s not related to Tom
  • He gave a Valentine’s Day shout-out to Jackie Lynn Thomas and Star.

Next week is gonna be StarFan13 on the livechat. 

genji: hey hana im fighting this all powerful giant demonic mythical dragon beast from a different dimension in my backyard at 3pm you wanna join? hell fucking yeah

anonymous asked:

Just had a really cute fic idea but I can't write for shit so it's up to you. So, Dan has these recurring dreams about this cute boy with black hair and light blue eyes. Almost every night the boy shows up and Dans upset when ever it ends because he wants to spend more time with him and get to know him. Until one day, Dans sees him (at like a café or something) and decides to talk to him. You can make the rest up. Idk if this was already made. Sorry if there is any spelling errors.

//uh whoops i was in a mood sorry this is so dramatic o shit //

Dan opened his eyes. His somewhat blurry vision settled on the white ceiling, the lightbulb that hung rather precariously from the ceiling right above his head.

He blinked, trying to collect his thoughts. He had lost him again.

He was more like a vision than an actual person; a ghost in Dan’s head that he couldn’t expel even if he tried. Even if he wanted to try.

Dan sighed, blowing away a strand of brown hair out of his eyes. He lay still, unable to summon the energy to move.

He found himself excited to go to bed every night, he had started falling asleep early after several cups of sweet dreams tea. He just wanted to see him again, whatever it took.

The boy wasn’t directly the center of his dreams. Dan would be dreaming normally, anything from walking the streets of London with his hands shoved in his pockets and his breath evaporating in the air before him like smoke… and he would see him. The boy with dusty ocean eyes, like a swimming pool reflection of the sky. His hair was black, really black, which was a contradiction to the rest of his features. His skin reminded Dan of porcelain; the delicate plates and tea cups that his mum would never let him touch when he was little, because they would shatter at a butterfly wing brushing them, she used to say.

He would just be there. In the back of a crowd or looking through a cafe window, it didn’t matter what the dream was, he was there. Sometimes Dan had to search for him, he had to look for the now familiar sparkling blue eyes and pale fingers. Once he was hiding in a tree, just sitting there, the branches intertwined with his limbs. But when Dan tried to run to him, speak to him, he woke up.

Dan ran his hands over his face and through his hair, listening to the sounds of cars and wind outside his window, and forced himself to sit up. His room was too empty, too white, but when you live by yourself without any real friends it’s hard to motivate yourself to decorate.

He swung his legs off the side of the bed, letting his feet touch the cold wood floor before standing. His legs felt wobbly but he walked over to his window, pulling the grey sweater he had fallen asleep in around him tighter. His legs were cold, and he felt himself regretting wearing only boxers to bed.

The sky was cloudy and drizzly, the window glass dotted with small drops of rain. Everything seemed wet and cold outside his window, tiny ant sized humans scurrying about on the ground, off on their business. Dan smiled, taking a deep breath and tapping the glass with his finger, feeling the cold seep through his skin. It really was his favorite weather.

He stepped lightly over to his mirror, biting his lip and looking himself over. His hair was messy and his eyes glassy; he noted he seemed to be getting a bit too skinny. His oversized sweater draped around him, hanging off his shoulders and exposing his collarbones.

He tried to remember who the boy was in his dream the night before. It was fuzzy, but he faintly recalled a coffee shop, glasses, and a flower decorated button up. The rest was evaporated, somewhere hiding in the back of his mind.

He really needed to get out of the house.


It was cold outside, as he expected, but he had prepared. He had changed into a black t-shirt, and put his grey knitted sweater back on, because it was warm and he really didn’t want to pick a different one. On top of it he had pulled on a fluffy black jacket, one that enveloped him in a feeling of warmth and protection from the world. And finally, black jeans.

Dan watched his shoes hit the pavement in a light slapping sound; the wet cobblestones felt hard underfoot, and he couldn’t remember the last time he just went on a walk like this.

People passed him hurriedly left and right, but he took his time. He wasn’t in a rush, he liked the icy sharp air and brisk wind that blew his (still messy and curly from sleep) hair around his face.

His mind was still centered around the blue eyed boy from his dreams, he was always there, in the back of his mind. Because Dan was falling in love with someone who didn’t even exist.

Dan stopped in his tracks, hurdling himself out of his thoughts, freezing in place.

Across the street was a building he had never seen before, which was odd considering he had lived here for a few years. It didn’t have a sign or any distinguishing features, not even a shop name or some form of decoration out front. There was one display window though, but the only thing is it was a cactus and an odd collection of mugs. For some reason it seemed homely, though, and Dan couldn’t help feeling drawn to it.

He looked right and left, rushing across the street and pausing in front of the building. He took a deep breath, pushing open the door and smiling as the bell rang out, all rosy cheeks and smoky breath.

Dan stopped, looking up and meeting the gaze of two beautiful sky blue eyes.

Dan’s heart stopped in his chest, his eyes widening. Him.

He was right there. He was standing behind the counter, a soft smile melted onto his features, black thick rimmed glasses balanced on his nose. His shirt was a navy blue button up, decorated with small pink roses, and suddenly everything came rushing back.

He flashed Dan a smile, going back to trimming a small plant, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth; his brow furrowed in concentration.

The shop was small but flooded with warmth; there were soft looking sofas and arm chairs scattered around the room as well as coffee tables. There were a few other customers, just going about their business; working on computers or reading thick hard covered novels.

Dan sat at one of the sofas, glancing up at the boy every now and then. His mind was whirling too fast for comprehension, unable to cling to any single conclusion. All Dan knew was it was him, it was the boy who’s face was constantly haunting him, flitting about his thoughts like his own personal playground.

Dan thought of what to do now. He was highly tempted to go right up to that counter, grab him by the shirt and kiss him, never let him escape again. He was also half tempted to shout at him. ‘Why are you here? How do you find it fair to torture me like that, and just disappear every morning?’

Or he could be sane, and just talk to him. Dan shook his head, laughing at himself and pushing himself up from the chair.

The boy looked up when Dan cleared his throat, raising his eyebrows, his eyes crinkling as he smiled widely.

“Hello!” He greeted him happily, his voice as deep and kind as Dan expected. And suddenly he couldn’t speak, his mouth was dry and all thoughts ran from his head.

The boy tilted his head slightly in question, his brow furrowed but the smile still softly plastered to his face.

“Er…” Dan stuttered finally, his voice breaking. “Hi.”

“Hi…” The boy said again, laughing, but it was too light hearted to feel like he was laughing at Dan; he seemed the kind of person to make you feel like he’s always laughing with you, even if you aren’t laughing.

“What is this p-place?” Dan muttered, glancing around. His face lit up.

“It’s my new shop!” He said excitedly, and then shrugged. “Technically my brother’s, but I help too.” He grinned, scratching the back of his neck. “Sorry, we haven’t got a name yet.”

“It’s nice,” Dan blurted, and the boy’s face brightened even more, if it was possible.

“Really? You think so?” He asked eagerly, and then drew back a bit. “Sorry, Martin says I’m far too…” he shrugged, scrunching his face, searching for a word. “…a bit much, for the customers.”

Dan laughed softly. “I think you’re just enough.”

Phil’s eyes twinkled, his grin widening. “Thanks! I thought I was being a bit too eager, I don’t want to scare anyone off.”

Dan licked his lips, his eyes flickering between Phil’s eyes and his lips, frowning.

“Okay, this might sound a bit strange…” Dan began, glancing at his hands. Phil leaned forward on the counter, resting his chin in his hands.

“I love strange.”

Dan chuckled. “I kind of…” he took a deep breath. “I see you in my dreams. Literally every night.”

His eyes widened, and his mouth fell open slightly. “You do?” He asked softly.

Dan nodded.

“Woah,” the boy muttered, standing up straight and gazing off into the distance. “That’s so weird.”

“I know,” Dan said, watching him, still somewhat shocked that he even existed. “Do you know anything about it?”

The boy bit down on his lip, frowning and nodding slowly. “I might. I’ll be right back.”

He rushed off, leaving Dan shocked, standing at the counter with wide eyes.

When he got back he was clutching a book to his chest; a dark blue hard back with tiny gold lettering etched into the cover. He smiled at Dan, holding it out.

“I was just reading this,” he said, leaning forward. “It’s… interesting. And it might have something to do with this.”

Dan nodded. “Alright. Well, thank you.”

“Of course.” Phil grinned, and winked. “See you in your dreams,” he said, giggling and moving to help another customer.


Dan opened the book that night, curled up on his couch with a cup of tea.

The inside cover read “Soulmates; a study”. Dan frowned.

There was a slip of paper that fell out of the book when he opened it, fluttering to the ground at Dan’s feet. He picked it up, unfolding it slowly.

“Our universe grants every soul a twin—a reflection of themselves—the kindred spirit – And no matter where they are or how far away they are from each other—even if they are in different dimensions, they will always find one another. This is destiny; this is love.” It read, in quotations. And then, below it; “come by again sometime, maybe we can get some coffee :) -Phil Lester”

It occurred to Dan he had never asked his name.

The next day, Dan went back to that street, the one he had seen every day without that damn shop.

He stood in front of the building, his hands shoved in his pockets and his breath puffing in the cold air before him as he stared at where it should be, between a laundry mat and a sushi restaurant.

It was gone.

He never saw Phil again.


He read the book, start to finish, in the next month. At the very end, in bold, scribbled in a way that suggested it had been added in, read ; “Even if they never see each other, if they never even meet, they are connected in their hearts and in their souls, and they’ll always find each other.

Even if it’s just in their dreams.”

Another Arc V ending

I mean, we could explore the ramifications of a horrific reality where Yuya and Yuzu have to live with three other people in their heads, Shun Kurosaki has his best friend and sister gone, and Reira Akaba is still a baby and we can go into depth about how Leo gets a family back and suffers minimal to no consequences.

Or we can write an actual happy ending.

Because this is Yugioh and I demand everyone gets a good end. Everyone.


The silhouette reached out to him.

Yuya’s heart momentarily stopped in his chest.

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“You’re not like the others futuristic lover. Different DNA and they don’t understand you..       You’re from a whole nother world, a different dimension. You open up my eyes and                                                  i’m ready to go so lead me into the light.”

Bucky² (Prologue)

Summary: You’re a mutant with the power of dimensional, spatial and time manipulation, meaning you can travel to and from dimension, spaces and different times with ease. But one day, when you’re coming back from a particularly long mission, you brought something back that should never have come with you in the first place.

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything that Marvel has created and I certainly don’t own Sebastian Stan.

Warnings: Swearing, angst and some flirting.

40′s!Bucky x Present!Bucky x Reader

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It’s been such a damn long mission.

I’m glad I’m going back home after this, just a little more information to collect, before heading home. I never realized just how much I’d miss my phone or my laptop or even the shows on TV. 

God, I miss Netflix.

Walking down the hall, my skirt swishing against my calves, I slid into the filing room where all of the Howling Commandos’ reports on their successful missions, I look over to the desk, seeing the most recent report sent in by Falsworth. I bend over the desk, reading it.

After taking the most recent HYDRA base, we couldn’t help but notice multiple anomalies in the sky. We don’t know where they’re from, if they’re natural or if they’re a new HYDRA weapon being tested. Whatever it is, we need to take care of it.’

I sigh, modifying the report flawlessly to nullify that part of the report and I bite my lip, “sorry boys, but that’s no HYDRA weapon. That was my friends, calling me home.” 

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An Alternative to “Bite Me”

Pale gray eyes with green flecks stared into Tony’s own. His muscles relaxed as something heavy pushed down on him like a weighted blanket. The owner of the eyes smiled crookedly in a familiar fashion. Everything about the person before him was familiar though. The stranger was younger than Stephen–the man who the person most resembled; although, that was no surprise, considering this was another Stephen from a different dimension. He didn’t have the white streak in his hair, and he still carried the devil-may-care attitude that Tony and Stephen had possessed in their younger years.

“Tony,” the younger Stephen purred. His finger hooked under Tony’s chin as he leaned in for what Tony thought was a kiss.

Tony’s eyes fluttered shut as pleasure rushed through his veins. Young Stephen’s lips hovered centimeters from Tony’s.

Tony wanted to kiss this Stephen. Everything screamed in him to do so; however, instead of closing the distance between them, Tony craned his neck and bared his jugular.

Young Stephen grinned like a cat who had cornered its prey.

Tony shuddered. Part of him panicked. Somewhere in the back of his head he knew what he was doing was dangerous, but a stronger part of him wanted nothing more than for Stephen to latch his mouth onto Tony’s throat.

Young Stephen leaned forward and two sharp fangs peeked out from his lips.

Young Stephen’s fang brushed Tony’s neck, and Tony bit back a moan.

“Get your own boyfriend, nosferatu.” Stephen–Tony’s Stephen–shouted from behind Tony.

There was a quick squirting sound, and water misted Tony’s neck and shoulder.

Vampire Stephen hissed and reared back from Tony.

One moment Tony had been weighed down on a cloud of happiness, and the next his cloud had vanished and he was trapped in the ever-changing flow of reality. Tony blinked as the world swirled around him and his knees buckled.

He stumbled backwards into the familiar chest and arms of his boyfriend–his Stephen. His Stephen who was holding up a spray bottle of water at the vampire version of himself.

“Am I still high off what he did to me, or are you really threatening him like he’s a dog that keeps peeing on the couch?” Tony asked.

His Stephen grunted. “It’s holy water, Tony.”

“Oh god, you are threatening him like he’s a dog.”

Vampire Stephen chuckled. “Always so humorous, Tony. No wonder I am unable to resist you in this universe just as I am unable to resist you in my own.”

Tony’s Stephen unleashed a spritz of holy water just a foot short of his alternate self. “You will resist him, or not only will you find yourself drenched in holy water, I will personally throw you outside when the sun is out.”  

Vampire Stephen held up his hands in a gesture of harmlessness. “I promise, I will leave your Tony alone.” He smirked then winked at Tony. “Unless, you want my attention, Tony.”

“If having your attention means I get my blood drained, then I rather not have it. Thanks, though.”

“All right.” Vampire Stephen licked his fangs. “Just keep in mind that a vampire’s bite is orgasmic.”

“Yeah, and so is my hand, and it doesn’t cost me any blood.”

Behind him, Stephen shifted and pointedly coughed.

Tony rolled his eyes. He patted his Stephen on the chest. “Also, my Stephen gives me orgasms for free too.”

“With my body and magic,” Tony’s Stephen grinned.

Tony rolled his eyes. “And people think I’m an egomaniac and competitive. At least I haven’t gotten into a dick measuring constant with my alternate self.”

“Yet,” both Stephens chimed.  

Tony grumbled. He’d tell them “Fuck you” except since the two could do literally just that, he kept his comment to himself. 

He did file the mental image of the two together away though. He’d save the fantasy for a later date. 


Karamel Appreciation Week Day 7: Song that reminds me of Karamel (Free choice)

You’re so hypnotizing

Could you be the devil

Could you be an angel

Your touch magnetising

Feels like I’m floating 

leaves my body glowing

They say be afraid

You’re not like the others, futuristic lovers

Different DNA, they don’t understand you

You’re from a whole other world

A different dimension

You open my eyes

And I’m ready to go, lead me into the light

Kiss me, k-k-kiss me

Infect me with your love and fill me with your poison

Take me, t-t-take me

Wanna be a victim, ready for abduction

Boy, you’re an alien, your touch so foreign

Its supernatural, extraterrestrial

You’re so supersonic

Wanna feel your powers, stun me with your lasers

Your kiss is cosmic, every move is magic

I would have made a video but I have no skills :(

anonymous asked:

i dont know what this blog is about and i cant really? read half of it but this is the only place i can think to turn to. some tiefling lady named troth punched me in the face the other day and i still havent recovered. emotionally. from how in love with her i am

She’s from the future and a different dimension but HARD SAME

- Casper from Internal Affairs

dadgoku  asked:

do you know how to trigger the epiphany ending 😭

Hey there! Here’s how to get the ending:

From the Mystic Messenger Wikia page:

“• Acknowledge the existence of a different dimension
• Make Zen believe he is in another dimension from you”

Remember to participate in most of the chats! If not you’ll get the other normal ending.

To branch out from these points, basically, whenever you’re given an option to comment on the distance between you and Zen, or to comment on the realness of the whole situation, choose the option that breaks the fourth wall the most.

Do this and you’ll get the 21:19 chatroom “Epiphany”.

If you really want to get that normal ending BADLY, you can also follow this walkthrough:

I personally haven’t used this walkthrough but I know that OtomeObsessed is pretty reliable, so it should work.

All the best!