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His pity was different. It was not the suffocating, drowning pity he saw in the eyes of everyone else he knew and who knew him and Zelda and what they hd meant to each other. It did not sweep over him like an oppressive police searchlight. It did not gouge out what little of him was left; did not regard him as some poor, wretched whelp, left too soon by his best and only friend to fend feebly for himself in the now cold and lonesome world she’d left behind. It did not think of him as someone who had been dashed from reality and replaced by a pile of living grief twisted into a cruel caricature of himself. It did not view him as if he had lost something. It did not treat him like he was less. No, Sidon’s pity was there–-frustratingly, irrevocably there as it was in the eyes of everyone who encountered him, as if the residue left by Zelda’s death had stained him like dye–-but it was different. It lacked the history, the knowledge of the years the two had spent seemingly fused at the hip. It had never seen Link withdraw from everyone else, into himself whenever Zelda was absent from school. It had not heard the silence that replaced his voice during the terrible week she was missing. It had not caught the twinkles in their eyes at each other; the hands lazily intertwined half out of safety, half out of a desire to remember the other’s presence; the inside jokes passed from ear to ear with hushed, giggling voices; the sheer liveliness and vitality she stirred up within Link. It didn’t know–- Sidon didn’t know the before. He had only ever known the after. He did not know what his grief had taken from him. He only knew it as a part of him, something that simply existed in tandem with his shyness or his quietness. It did not seem him as changed. It did not see him as emptied.

And for this, Link was grateful.

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Ha ok, this is based off of this joke from Gravity Falls, the idea just came to me while I tried to fall asleep one night and wouldn’t leave me alone so!

Also bonus morning after:

Yes. Yes he did. And it’s all your fault, Missy.

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Summary: Sam somehow gets a favor out of Bucky, resulting in a very awkward confrontation with a local barista.
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Characters: Female Reader, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers
Word Count: 1,980

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Every Sunday morning, at precisely 8:45, Bucky finds himself at a quaint, little cafe just a block away from the Brooklyn apartment himself, Steve, and Sam, who he finds utterly unbearable, live together. Like clockwork, he’ll wake up, argue with Sam about him eating the rest of whatever food Bucky was attempting to have for breakfast, Steve offering to go grocery shopping the umpteenth time that week, and with Bucky frustratingly storming out of the apartment subconsciously heading towards the cafe with the best muffins and no with Sam Wilson in sight.

Just like all the weeks before, Bucky’s feet hurriedly carry himself down the empty morning sidewalk as he groans in annoyance. This Sunday Sam had decided to finish off the carton of egg whites, that clearly had a bright blue sticky-note with Bucky’s name on it, and to use up all the hot water in the apartment. It seemed as if this man’s purpose on Earth was to make Bucky Barnes’ life more difficult than it had to be.

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the train of lost souls

fantasy au

pairing: jungkook | reader, hoseok | reader
genre: angst and tiny bits of fluff
word count: 13.610
warnings: mentions of past death 
author’s note: I promise it’s not tragic, though it might seem like it at first. pls believe in me! :)) on another note, let’s just pretend they are all the same age here, since I planned the story that way~


The moment you step inside the train, you are given two options.

You can choose to live, to be given a second and a last chance in life, in exchange for your memories and your previous existence. You can choose to be alive again, but it can only be an entirely new life. Everyone you’ve ever crossed paths with would forget your name. All the pain and the love you knew, all the ups and downs that made you hurt and made you smile — all of it, completely gone.

Or you can choose to move on, to give your life away while keeping your memories until the end of time. To step out of the world of the living and to embrace a new kind of loneliness, but with the warmth of your past always safe between your cold hands.

You are dead, but it’s up to you to do something about it.

The choice is solely yours.

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Zach asking you to sleep over at his house - Part 2

A/N: Sorry on such a long wait for this imagine. I hope that it was worth it though. Enjoy my lovelies:)


The final bell rings, signalling the end of class and also the end of the school day. You start packing up your things with shaky hands, your nerves getting the best of you. It’s Friday today. Which means it’s the beginning of the weekend. This also means that you will be going to Zach’s house, staying there for the next couple of days.

You have been able to stay calm and collected the next few days after he had asked you to sleep over at his house for the weekend, but right now you can’t help but start to feel really antsy. 

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anonymous asked:

Hello!! This may be a weird question but I too am heavily interested in birds but unlike you, I cannot draw them as well. :,^( If it's not too much work (if it is just ignore this, i don't mind), do you know of any good references or sources to learn more about birds from facts to anatomy? I know this is a pretty wide range so again, I totally understand if you can't! I just thought it was worth an ask. Thank you so much!!

i don’t really have any specific reference places but here’s some things i do. 

 drawing birds is arguably one of the hardest animals because of their feathers. unlike fat and fur that folds to the body in a way that’s usually readable to whats underneath, feathers sort of create a ‘bubble’ around the body which makes a lot of body parts indistinguishable to where one ends and another begins. so its important to always think in terms of skeletal anatomy:

birds are dinosaurs and therefore reptiles. looking at birds this way, it’s a lot easier to see their evolution.

with that in mind, say we wanna draw this dude. owls are pretty tough because their outward appearances are so deceiving.

we’ve got a neutral pose, feathers are generously surrounding most of the body so its no sweat, we don’t really know whats going on. but we can hide it. but now we want to make him move and look cool. without really knowing whats going on we might get stuck on something like this:

its always kind of stiff and frustratingly unrealistic. mostly this is because we just don’t have enough knowledge of the skeletal structure to work with. eyeballing anatomy on our first drawing might get something like the left, more than anything people aren’t generous enough with leginess of birds:

 owls do indeed have regular proportioned necks with the rest of their bodies. and their skulls are like that of any other stereotypical raptor under their mask of feathers (minus their freaky eye sockets and ears)) they can open their mouths wide just like a hawk or eagle can. it’s important to remember that birds with large wingspans do not magically lose their length when hidden. they are just conveniently folded in against their bodies.

knowing this we can try again. suddenly things seem to click in place more and have a believable-ness to them.

the rule of thumb for most birds is they have less body mass and more leg/neck than one thinks. they are lanky dinosaurs.

when we are looking at this:

we are seeing this:

with that rule, drawing birds becomes a lot less confusing. with practice you might just eyeball their feathered appearances but if not, going back to skeletal/muscle structure gives the base you need to draw convincing birds.

when it comes to specific body parts, the most challenging part for me personally have always been feet. birds with super twiggy feet are easier because one line per toe is easy to get away with. but when you get to birds with meatier feet, especially raptors, it gets difficult. my way of getting around this is to think of the actual ‘feet’ last. drawing each separate toe first gets confusing because you just find yourself trying to get them to each fit evenly together at the base of the foot. one always seems kind of skinnier or fatter than the others in my experiences, and by the time you correct it the gesture gets muddled and lost.

so i just skip that part until later, i draw talon first.

perhaps this is very unorthodox, but just like artists might square in the hands first on a human before working out the arms, i square in the talons to know where i want them before worrying how they go on exactly.

that way we have a clear gesture captured, and in my experience it is much more readable.

thats’ really all i can think of now in terms of my techniques, i hope this helps :V

now we dream apart

soulmate au

pairing: jungkook | reader
genre: angst 
word count: 3.291
warnings: none
author’s note: I know I know, another soulmate au, I’m trash. :’) this is just a small story I started working on this afternoon, to get me back on track so I can start working on my bigger projects again. nevertheless, I hope you enjoy!


You don’t know when the dreams begin — but once they do, it feels like they’ve been there since you were born.

The first dream of him revolves around coffee beans. The heavy scent of the morning beverage tangles with the rich shade of chestnut hair and chocolate eyes, turning almost hazel under the glowing sunlight. You can remember a gaze, a nose and full lips turned upwards, but your mind is unable to piece it all together. The face as a whole is blurry in your mind, indistinct, frustratingly vague.

But the memory of those lips moving and pronouncing your name is remarkably sharp, and it almost fools you into believing it is not a dream, but a real memory — that the warmth accompanying his stare existed at some point in your life, that your body did feel the bedsheets tangling around your bare legs as you struggled to move closer to him. That the sound of his voice, rough and mellow, belongs to a living, breathing person and not a figment of your vivid imagination.

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As of Pokemon Sun and Moon, there are now 802 Pokemon. Yeah, I’ve heard that’s a lot, mostly from people who don’t play Pokemon games anymore. Mostly from people who tell you “Man, wouldn’t it be great if we could just go back to Red and Blue, with the original 151? Those were the days.” Well, here’s the good news: You can! And here’s the better news: You don’t want to.

Thanks to the Nintendo store, I downloaded Pokemon Red, Blue and Yellow, because I figured that, man, what once was fun will always be, right? As 18th-century poet Alexander Pope said, “Pokemon Red springs eternal.” I’d just finished Pokemon Sun, which I liked a ton, and now the goblin of sentimentality was tugging at my pant’s leg. “Play Pokemon Reeeeeeed,” it hissed. “The old games are always betttteeeerrrrrr.” And for a second, I considered its words. Yeah, on second thought, I did enjoy the old games that I played as an eight-year-old more than I ever enjoyed Pokemon Sun. And that’s because they were better. I’ll play them now and prove stupid me right.

It was then that I discovered that Pokemon Red is a great game if you’ve never played any other Pokemon game before. The balancing of the types, compared to the polished system that they have now, is frustratingly broken. If you have a psychic Pokemon in Red, the world is your Cloyster, and you can rampage through it unbothered by little things like game mechanics and difficulty curves.

5 Things On Every Gamers’ Wish List (That Shouldn’t Be)

His || Jungkook || 0.10

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Teaser | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5 | 0.6 | 0.7 | 0.8 | 0.9 | 0.10 

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Mental Blocks of the Types

So, I am becoming more and more convinced that each personality type has at least one mental block. By this I mean that there’s something that it’s really, really difficult for you to understand simply because of how your brain works. It’s probably possible for you to overcome this, but it’s going to be a difficult road. And people might have more than one, but it seems to me that various types seem to have the same ones. At any rate, lets see.

ESFJ: Being able to separate feelings from people. ESFJs are Fe dominant, which means that they would have a hard time making decisions based completely on logic, especially as regard other people. They’re not at all dumb; on the contrary, ESFJs are extremely people-smart. But this is a mind-block if you’re dealing with people who need logical rather than emotional support. 

ISFJ: Being unkind to others. ISFJs tend to be naturally kind and gracious people. Obviously, everyone has bad days, but to them, that’s not a great excuse for failing to be a sweet person, and while they are so sweet themselves that they’d probably not even be able to tell you what they think of you being such a jerk, they’re definitely going to have a hard time understanding it.

ESTJ: Complaining with no solution. Why would you do this? ESTJs don’t know. And, frankly, I might have an ESTJ-ish streak in my INTP self, because I don’t always know why people do this, either.

ISTJ: Not following instructions. It’s really hard for an ISTJ to figure out why someone would not do something the prescribed way, especially if the instructions are provided. There is a certain way to do things. Why would you deviate from that way? It doesn’t make sense.

ENFJ: Distrusting people. Well, they do understand how people might not trust other people. But they do have a hard time understanding how someone could mistake their niceness for anything but exactly what it is on the surface. People aren’t used to someone friendly, outgoing, and ulterior motive-free, but the ENFJ generally has that sort of personality, and it’s a bit disappointing that not everyone can get that they really are the friendly people they seem to be.

INFJ: Insensitivity. INFJs are pretty aware of everything that’s going on, and they don’t understand how some people can be such dunderheads as to blunder on through a situation leaving a trail of carnage behind them, so to speak. They have a hard time being nice to people who don’t seem to “get it.”

ENTJ: Inefficiency. People ought to be able to do what they’re supposed to do without getting distracted. There is literally no excuse for not doing this. Unless maybe you break your leg. And even then, they might ask just how bad the break was. ENTJs really can’t see why people have to be so frustratingly slow to complete perfectly simple tasks. Procrastination is not something upon which they look with tolerance. 

INTJ: Not being able to grasp big concepts. INTJs have big brains and can get big thoughts easily. So, why can’t everyone else? This mental block makes it hard for them to have patience with people they deem less intelligent than themselves. 

ESFP: Arguing. ESFPs are natural peacemakers. They just want everyone to get along, and they can be genuinely concerned at the tendency of some of the types to argue, even in a fun way. They might try to calm people down, not always realizing that what looks like an heated debate is really just friendly banter in the eyes of the debaters. 

ISFP: The desire to control others. Why can’t people just leave everyone alone to live their own lives as they choose? ISFPs, with their auxiliary Se, have a strong desire to be individual, and it’s really hard for them to understand why others have such a hard time accepting them for who they are. 

ESTP:  Alone time. Well, they can give people their space. But they have a really hard time getting just why some people need so much space. ESTPs don’t see why everyone doesn’t want to have just as good a time as they do. But if not, well, those boring people are just missing out.

ISTP: Not taking the time to understand ideas. ISTPs want to know how a thing works. They aren’t always sure why someone would be okay with just using a system or tool without knowing the why of it. 

ENFP: Always being in a hurry. ENFPs love to stop and ponder the wonderful world around them. They love to pause and talk to people and are pretty much always wonderful and agreeable. It’s hard for them to understand how some people are always rushing around, but they probably aren’t going to berate you for it, even if they don’t necessarily agree that you should be in such a hurry.

INFP: Separating fantasy from reality. It’s not that they don’t know that the real world exists. It’s just that they don’t understand how everyone else can have such a limited view of it. The problem is, half of this “big picture” is really filled in with a wild imagination. It’s cool, but it’s not necessarily accurate. This kind of mental block means that it’s easy for INFPs (and any NP type, really) to be a bit on the snobbish side about their broad perspective. Not cool.

ENTP: No sense of humour. How are there people in the world who don’t get sarcasm? Obviously, they exist, but the ENTP mind doesn’t see a good reason for it. Of course, ENTPs are also surprisingly empathetic, so they might actually say this out loud. But you never can tell when an ENTP will be just a tad bit annoyed at a person for not being able to laugh at themselves.

INTP: The need to chat. Some people enjoy talking about daily stuff, the weather, etc. INTPs don’t tend to be these people, and it’s very hard for them to understand just why folks want to talk. If it’s not about a subject of great interest to them, the INTP is generally more than happy to just remain silent. 

malec fics I’ll probably never write but someone definitely should and also tag me so I can read them:

inspired by this post by @otppurefuckingmagic

  • Alec Lightwood has a job interview that could change his future, finally help him free himself from his parents’ hold on his life. So, obviously, he is freaking out. What better way to relax than to go have a drink the night before? At least, that’s what Izzy and Jace say when they drag him to Pandemonium, the new club that opened a few blocks away. Alec might be prone to believe them after a while, especially when he finds himself on his way to have the night of his life with the hottest guy he’s ever seen a few hours later. Magnus - or Sex on Legs as Alec has decided to call him in his head - even is sweet enough to cook him breakfast the next morning before they part with each other’s number but the knowledge that neither of them was looking for anything more. They just don’t have time for a real relationship and they’ve made it clear. Alec is convinced he will never see him again. That is until he gets to his job interview and Magnus is sitting there with a grave expression, a suit that makes him look annoyingly appealing and a raging bruise on his neck.
  • Joining the New York Philharmonic orchestra has always been Alec’s dream and he made it come true through years of hard work and lost sleep. Now he finally has a chance to become First Chair, but a newcomer threatens to steal his well-deserved place as leader. Magnus Bane is a prodigy and if his technique is flawless, it is the passion that transpires from his every motion when he plays the violin that grabs anyone’s - and Alec’s - attention. Alec wants to hate him, he really does, but it doesn’t help that in addition to being so frustratingly talented, Magnus Bane is also sweet and patient and utterly charming. And he refuses to make the run for First Chair feel like the competition it actually is. Alec might be screwed.
  • Magnus and Alec babysitting Clary and Jace’s child, but the child has a huge crush on Magnus and spends the whole night pulling pranks on Alec whenever they start acting like the married couple they are. Alec loves the kid. He does, but he is slowly starting to lose his mind and if that little demon prevents him from kissing his husband one more time, he might lose it. Magnus just thinks it’s hilarious - and adorable - to have two children - one of them being a 6′2 shadowhunter - fighting for him.
  • Magnus is a Robin Hood-esque character and he particularly likes to steal from the Lightwood family.
  • A Beauty and the Beast AU with Magnus as Belle and Alec as the Beast. Also featuring Jace the candlestick, Izzy the clock, Maryse the teapot and Max the teacup. Luke, Magnus’ adoptive father, gets lost in the forest while trying to help a injured wolf he found on the road on his way back from the city and he comes across the Beast’s castle, and gets captured. After they learn the news, Magnus goes to the castle and offers to take Luke’s place, despite Luke’s objection… We all know how that story ends. Sebastian as Gaston? I guess?
  • Magnus goes to his favorite coffee shop and the place is crowded so he ends up sharing a table with a stranger who also turns out to be the epitome of Tall, Dark and Handsome. They start talking because Alec is reading a book by Magnus’ favorite writer, Gideon Archer, and Alec keeps dragging the guy and hating on his books and Magnus just can’t have that. They argue for hours about it and regularly meet afterwards to talk about literature and books, and after a few meetings, book talks turn into anything and everything talks. When Alec realizes he is in love with Magnus, it’s probably already too late to tell him that he is, in fact, Gideon Archer.
  • Izzy and Jace get Alec and his son Max a cruise for Christmas because he hasn’t taken a vacation for ages. On the ship, they meet Magnus and his son Raphael, who are on a well-deserved vacation themselves. Max and Raphael hit it off as soon as they meet and decide they will spend every minute possible together. If they use that time to make up an intricate plan to get their dads together, well… what they don’t know can’t hurt them.
  • Alec and Magnus are both professors at NYU but they work in different departments and have never stumbled into each other. That is until one evening, Alec sees a stranger standing under the pouring rain and offers to share his umbrella with him and walk him home. He just doesn’t want him to get sick. This has nothing to do with that guy being the hottest piece of ass he has ever seen. He’s just being a nice person.
  • The Proposal AU. (seriously, why hasn’t this been done yet?)
  • Victorian AU. I have no plot for this one but I need it like I need air.
The Pawns And The Kings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot: The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.


The devil was once an angel - a beings whom’s sole purpose was peace and love. He held the grace of heaven in his hands and the love of God carefully sewn into his skin by a master seamstress. But one day he grew jealous, the sin in the form of an emotion plagued him. He aimed his heart towards this jealousy and lurched in it, losing himself. The thread in his countenance unwound and the needle grew dull. He had lost his grace. He fell from his family, being crowned the king of despair and agony, becoming the utter essence of hatred that grew in him, becoming the nature of his still beat heart. He had lost it to the desire to be worshiped, and granted himself henchmen. 

And so he was given a new name, a name that has only been uttered from a dead mans lips. What a cold pale purple they hold, the cracks running down the skin as they shiver out the name. “Min Yoongi”

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Blur

AN: I wrote this in the two and a half hour break I have between my classes. I’ve literally just been sitting here, in the middle of my universities student union, typing away at a fucking smut in public.

What have I become.

ANYWAY. It’s not my best, but it’s something xD Enjoy~

Words: 1,321

Genre Smut


 Everything is a blur. You don’t remember getting home and sitting on your couch. You don’t remember what you had texted Taehyung to get him so riled up—but what you do know is that the brown haired boy is striding towards you with promise for punishment in his dark eyes.

“Tae?” you ask, flushing red when you look down to see that you’re naked from the waist up, and the only thing covering your womanhood is a pair of sheer panties that you don’t remember buying.

The door to the apartment clicks shut as Taehyung’s footfalls echo into the dimly lit apartment. He passes into the living room, his hands moving to his belt—an inch of tan skin on his stomach revealed to you as he unloops the buckle and tugs the belt free. The sight of Taehyung alone has your gut flourishing, arousal slicking your wall, and yet—

“Taehyung? What are you doing here? I–,” you begin to say, confused and embarrassed as you hug the blanket which had been next to you to your chest. Saying nothing, Taehyung rounds the coffee table, folding his belt in his hands, and your press yourself into the back of the couch. You can see the bulge beneath his fitted slacks, the outline of his cock showing perfectly against his thigh.

“Up,” his deep voice finally speaks, and a shiver racks your spine. Is he serious? The question bleeds into your mind as your wide eyes look up at him, searching his handsome face for any indication of a joke. You can’t find one.

“Up. Now,” he speaks again, fingers tightening around his belt. Swallowing, nervousness and excitement muddling in your chest, you press off the couch and stand in front of him, continuing to hug the blanket to your chest. He clicks his tongue in disapproval when he notices, and with one swift tug any coverage the blanket had provided is gone, leaving you to grapple to cover yourself, pink embarrassment sneaking onto your cheeks and down your neck.

“What a cute, shy little princess,” he chuckles, reaching forward. He grips one of your wrists and leans in, his lips connecting to yours. The contact immediately has you swooning, all of your worries momentarily forgotten as you step forward and kiss him back. Taehyung hums in approval at your submission, his teeth playfully tugging at your bottom lip, and already you’re going insane with lust. What has gotten into you?

“Good girl,” he comments nonchalantly, tongue teasing into your mouth, and it’s at that moment that you realize your arms aren’t shielding your chest anymore. Instead they’re in Taehyung’s grasp, wrapped tightly with his belt, and when you tug at the bonds, they won’t even budge.

“Tae–,” you begin, surprised at the dominance he’s suddenly exerting, but yet again Taehyung cuts you off. He leans back in and captures your lips, his tongue snaking into your mouth and his large hands moving to press against the curve of your spine. Hands tied in front of you, you’re somewhat helpless to resist him as he pulls you in, caging your body against his. Taehyung then proceeds to kiss your breath away, and you moan at his touch, gasping when his hands slide down to your hips, his fingers teasing at your panty line.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, princess,” he growls against your lips, and you gasp at his words, any remaining sanity flying out the window. You want nothing more than for him to follow through with his heated promises.

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