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Little Older Than You

Anon: hiii I love love love ur writing and u r so amazing istg I wanna love u forever :’) could u write a cute scenario where lil marco has a huge gross crush on jaehyun’s twin sister but she’s naturally fun & touchy w everyone so he gets rly confused, & doesn’t know if she’s into younger bois? I’ve had this plot in my head for days fml thank u so much in adv <3

Genre: Fluff

Mark x Reader (ft Jaehyun)

Mark knew it from the moment he saw you walk in the door that he was in love. You sneaked in behind your twin brother Jaehyun. The same eye smile and chubby cheeks. Although you were much shorter and skinnier, with that cute aura. He couldn’t help but stare at you. “This is Y/N,” Jaehyun introduced. The boys all stood up and bowed, shaking hands with her and engaging her in vibrant salutations. 

“So she makes an appearance,” joked Johnny. You just smiled shyly and nodded, breaking into a hearty laugh. “We always wanted to see Jaehyun’s twin, like seriously.”

“I’m glad I came,” you smiled. Mark just gazed at you from a distance. He was shaken by your sudden appearance, wanting to get to know you more but finding his feet stuck to the floor. 

“Y/N, please sit with us. We were just going to have lunch!” Taeyong beamed. You pushed past Jaehyun and took off your coat immediately. You caught Mark staring at you and you smiled. He gave you a small bow and nervously sat next to Haechan. “I have to say, you look so much like Jaehyun,” said Taeyong. 

“Yeah it’s not like we’re from the same womb,” you responded sarcastically. 

“I’m sorry my sister’s a bit…odd,” Jaehyun remarked. You glared at him and pretended to hit him with your chopsticks. He didn’t stop. “It’s obvious all the good qualities from my mom went to me and she was just left there.”

“YA! Jaehyun! I will kill you!” You yelled at him. The rest of the boys laughed. Yuta lowered your raised hand and smiled widely. 

“We have to put up with that everyday,” he said. You gave him an understanding look. 

“I can totally understand what you go through every day.” You turned to Taeyong. “I’m so sorry Taeyong that you have deal with my brother’s mischievous antics all the time.”

“He’s actually not that bad,” Taeyong smiled. You passed a sour look to Jaehyun who just poked his tongue out. 

Mark couldn’t stop looking at you from the distance. He was absolutely taken aback by your beauty and energy. He wanted to pitch in and say something funny. He thought that he was somewhat funny but he was worried he’d embarrass himself. You once again caught him ogling at you. He instantly looked away, munching on the rice and fixating his gaze at Haechan who was talking about something. Jaehyun leaned in and stole a cucumber from your plate, hoping you wouldn’t notice. But you did. 

“Jaehyun if you don’t stop I will squash you so you’re just flesh and broken bones,” you threatened. 

“I’m older than you!” He whined. Yuta shook his head and gave you a look. 

“Like two seconds? Get over yourself Jae.” Winwin laughed and Jaehyun passed him a glare. It was your first time meeting the boys and you all had gotten on well. You were glad it wasn’t awkward. Not that you had a hard time meeting new people. But meeting up with a bunch of boys was different. Jaehyun sent you home that evening, ruffling your hair.

Mark didn’t go to practice that day, your face still fresh in his vision. You too were intrigued. You wanted to know more about this boy that just couldn’t get his eyes off you. When the curiosity got the best of you, you called your brother. “Yeah Jaehyun there’s something important I need to talk about.” He gave you a hard time for a few seconds, saying that he’s busy and all but you shut him up. “Yeah you know the blond boy? The one that’s always next to Haechan?”

“Mark!” He said excitedly. 

“Yeah him…is he single?” You asked.

“Y/N he’s two years younger than you.”

“Yea but like he was looking at me a lot and he’s kinda cute so…” You trailed on. 

“Hyung!” Mark called after Jaehyun who was on the phone with you. He turned around and hung up on you. 

“Yeah?” He asked.

“This is weird but…um…you know your sister Y/N?” He stopped for a while, suddenly feeling awkward. “Is she like into younger boys?” Jaehyun laughed at his face. He just stood there dumbfounded and watched Jaehyun die with laughter in front of him. 

“Guess who just called me?” He said, catching his breath. Mark gave him a questioning look. “Y/N, asking me the same thing about you. You better talk to her.” Mark’s eyes widened at his words. Jaehyun patted him on the back and walked past him. He turned around and said, “I swear to god if you hurt my sister I will kill you,” he warned. After a few seconds, after registering what had happened he smiled and then ran after Jaehyun to get your number.

A/N: I don’t know if this is what you wanted. I’m sorry if it’s not x

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archer with a sword

Watching Rogue One, and this is how I imagine what happened right before Chirrut kicks the asses of all those Storm troopers:

Chirrut:

(◡‿◡)🏹

(ʘ‿ʘ)🏹 “I sense trouble.”

(ʘ‿ʘ)ノ🏹 “hold my lightbow”

Baze:

🏹\(。-_-。) “Kick his ass, baby. I got yo lightbow"

GoTG Meet Avengers


Peter stares, watching them all a little blankly. By his side, Tony has his head in his hands. He’s been groaning for the past twenty seconds.


“So… you went on a ten-year murder spree where you joined a terror organisation of your own free will in order to kill Tony, who wasn’t even responsible for the death of your parents in the first place- and then decide that just Tony isn’t murderous enough for you, and go for the rest of his team for some reason, too?”

Across the room, Wanda bristles. “It wasn’t like-”

“And then your team leader let you on the team you were trying to murder? Almost immediately after the one single fight you helped them with?” Gamora interrupts. Her eyes are cold and dangerous. 

Steve opens his mouth to defend himself, but Drax cuts in. “And you,” he gestures harshly at clint, “you were willing to abandon your family and get yourself arrested, just so you could involve yourself in a matter that did not concern you anyway?”

“You think I wanted to be arrested? That was all Tony-” Clint begins, but Drax roars, and Clint rears back, eyes wide and hand reaching for the bow at his hip.

“TONY STARK DID NOT FORCE YOU TO BREAK YOUR LAWS! I WAS PUT IN JAIL BECAUSE I FOUGHT FOR MY FAMILY, NOT-”

“Drax, stay calm. These people are breakable,” Gamora warns, although she is staring at them all as if she wants nothing better than to let Drax get himself worked up over them. 

“You know, Tony has only been giving you his view on everything that happened,” Steve counters. He’s looking at Tony like… like he’s disappointed in him, and that’s enough to get Rocket yelling angrily.

“Oh, so you sayin’ you didn’t tear the team he invested his time, his love, his effort into, apart- all so you could save a guy that Tony had offered to rehabilitate in the first place anyway? Or what about the fact you didn’t tell him that your best bud murdered his parents? That a lie too?” He snarls, and on his shoulder, Groot’s arms are slowly growing, pricklier and heavier- he can feel the weight on his shoulders.

“I think everyone needs to calm down, here-” Sam begins, but Gamora silences him, knuckles cracking as she steps forward.

Sam, wisely, takes a step back.

 “You do not get to talk- not when you chose to put your trust in a man you met for three seconds, whilst he was breaking into Tony’s compound, over the actual Avenger and team-mate himself,” she hisses, hands thrown up into the air as she turns to face all of them now.

“You sicken me. I may fight and argue and be frustrated with my team- but at the end of the day, they are still my family. They are still the people I would trust without a second thought,” she shoots a glare at Sam, “who I would always tell the truth to, even if it hurts,” Steve looked at the floor, jaw set in a grim line, “and who I would never, ever ask to be on the same team as a woman who subdued them to their worst fears and tried to kill them. I would rather die.”

She spat on the floor, and then turned away. “I am going back to the ship. You may continue your discussions if you must, but I am finished. I will only kill one of them if this continues.”

“That would be a shame,” Drax says quietly, his voice low and threatening.

Tony, who spent the majority of the conversation absolutely silent, speaks up at that point. “Hey! Drax used sarcasm!”

No one laughs. He goes back to holding his head in his hand.

Peter just looks slightly sick. His hand is wrapped very, very tightly around Tony’s.


“You know that post of text that Tony showed us a few weeks ago? He called it a… a me-me? With the breadsticks and the asshole date?” Rocket pipes up after a few seconds of silence, gun still spinning ominously in his fingers. “I think it’s time for us to shove Tony in our spaceship and say we have to go, right now, immediately.”


Despite everything, Tony lets a huff of laughter escape at that. Peter- seeming to suddenly snap out of his horrified trance- nods his head approvingly, beginning to tug on Tony’s hand. “Yes. I agree. Wonderful though this diplomatic meeting of teams was, I’m afraid we have urgent business to attend to. We have to… show Tony… something awesome.”

“Yes. LOVE, AFFECTION AND VALIDATION!” Drax roars again, curling an arm around Tony’s shoulders and placing the most violent and angry kiss possible on top of his hair.

“Later, losers!” Rocket calls out, sticking his middle finger up behind him and then turning to punch Tony’s thigh gently before scarpering back to the ship.

Groot hops down from Rocket and then latches on to Tony’s forearm, clambering up his arm until he was resting on Tony’s shoulder instead. Tony glances over at him and grins happily. He’s always had a bit of a soft spot for Groot.

“hey,” he whispers, as the tiny tree alien quickly began to grow a few flowers, and then plucked them off his hand and tucked them into Tony’s hair. “I am Groot,” he whispers right back in reply.

Tony smiles, rolling his eyes. “Yeah yeah, I know. Don’t worry about them- I left them behind a long time ago.”


Steve hears that. He looks at tony for a long time, his eyes a little sad and regretful.


Tony just stares right back, and then raises his eyebrows and shrugs, adjusting the beginning of the flower-crown Groot was making for him.

“Call me the next time it gets too much for you guys to handle,” he calls out after them, as Peter and Drax both steer him hurriedly back toward the ship and away from his old team.

Groot giggles on his shoulder, and then places another flower behind his ear. “I am Groot!”


“I agree,” Tony says, just as Peter nods his own approval, gently bumping their shoulders together. “Let’s go and play Space-Tag.”

Skeletal Dysfunction

Context: I’m DMing for pretty new players. The party consists of a dragonborn paladin, a half elf ranger, a drow Druid, and a tiefling rogue. The paladin has a bad reputation for missing his attacks, despite his high modifiers. The party is underground, fighting a mob of skeletons

DM: Okay, [Ranger], the skeleton to the north of you looses an arrow at you… *rolls a nat 1* and drops his bow as he misfires and strikes himself

Ranger: [Paladin] your curse is spreading!

This continues on, with most of the skeletons missing their attacks until it’s the original skeleton’s turn again.

DM: The skeleton looses another arrow at you, [Ranger]… *rolls another nat 1*

DM, clearly frustrated that none of the attacks are hitting: As this dumbass skeleton pulls back the bowstring to loose an arrow at you, it’s bow hand falls off, and the bow and arrow fall harmlessly to the floor…

Ranger ooc: I don’t even have to do anything, this skeleton is gonna die all on its own!

anonymous asked:

Inquisition companions react to Solas taking the unconscious inquisitor with him when he leaves at the end of trespasser. Romances too please! (Solas can be excluded if it's easier.) The companions could arrive just in time to see. ;)

Exclude Solas?? Well, now you’ve just issued a challenge. I accept!

Solas: High Approval: His friend is lying there, hurt because of him. His friend, who has stood by him through it all and wants the best for the world. He can’t just leave it like this. The Inquisitor would be a very valuable ally, after all. He doesn’t want them as his enemy. Low Approval: He sneers at the Inquisitor’s prone form before him, everything he hates about the world he created embodied in this one person. This one incredibly valuable person. True, they don’t get along, not even remotely, yet to have the Inquisitor with him, even as a prisoner, would be invaluable to him. And if the Inquisitor could be turned to his side? Thedas would never see them coming. If Romanced: His vhenan is lying there, vulnerable, hurt, maybe even broken. It was not supposed to happen this way. And he can’t just leave them there, even though he knows he should. In his arms, they feel smaller, more delicate, than they really are, and he can’t help but kiss their face. “Ar lath ma,” he whispers as he steps through the glass. It isn’t over yet.

Cullen: The Inquisitor, unconscious in Solas’s arms, is disappearing through the eluvian. And he isn’t quick enough to stop it! He paces in front of the mirror for hours, calling out to the pair, trying to understand. Why would Solas take them? If Romanced: No! His spouse, married for only days, is disappearing through the eluvian in Solas’s arms. He can’t let it happen! Yet it’s too late. He beats his fists bloody on the glass, careful not to break it, and yells for Solas to come back with the one he loves.

Josephine: She was placating the Exalted Council so she didn’t see, but the reports from the others are disturbing, to say the least. The Inquisitor is gone? What do they do now? She tries to put aside the personal loss and deal with the political nightmare that will result. How can she spin this to the council? They will damn the Inquisition for it! If Romanced: She sobs. Gone? Why would the Inquisitor be gone? She doesn’t understand, it doesn’t make sense! They wouldn’t leave her like this! Would they? Dealing with the political crisis is much harder for her and she can’t just set aside her own feelings this time.

Leliana: Her arrow struck the glass only moments after it closed behind them, her scream of frustration following Solas to wherever he’s disappeared to. Why take the Inquisitor? They’re still needed! There’s so much to do!

Blackwall: He yells, running, and nearly shatters the mirror as he tries to follow. The Inquisitor is still needed! If Romanced: He stands in front of the mirror, his forehead pressed to the glass. He needs to get through, but it’s closed. He knows this, but still he doesn’t move, only presses harder against it. The Inquisitor must come back.

Cassandra: She’s furious. She rages at the empty mirror, and it takes all her strength not to simply shatter it. The Inquisitor is still needed! The Inquisition still needs its leader. The Exalted Council is still unfinished! If Romanced: She’s sobbing as she weakly beats on the glass, begging for her lover back. She only just started to live that dream.

Iron Bull: He doesn’t know what to do. He’s surrounded by statues that used to be his people and the Inquisitor just disappeared through the eluvian. He just stands there, completely uncertain for perhaps the first time. If Romanced: Once the initial shock fades, he starts frantically searching for another way through. There has to be another way! There’s always another way. He won’t let his kadan go that easily!

Dorian: No! His spell slides uselessly off the glass, all the knowledge Tevinter stole from the elves useless as he tries to open the way. The Inquisitor is gone, and he mourns. If Romanced: For hours he stands in front of the eluvian, searching every pieces of knowledge he has to find a way through. Tevinter must have taken something from the elves that can help! “Amatus, don’t go…”

Vivienne: Like Dorian’s, her spells are useless. Her power is useless. The Inquisitor is gone, and Thedas might just fall for it. The Exalted Council will never be appeased now. They are doomed.

Sera: Her arrow shatters against the glass, but another one follows it anyway. She keeps it up until there are no more arrows in her quiver. Then she simply stands there, shaking, bow in hand. What now? If Romanced: The end of her arrows means it’s time to pull out the knives. Her throwing knives are exactly as useless as the arrows, but she has to do something! Inky is gone! Honeytongue got taken through that friggin’ mirror! She can’t let it go!

Varric: “Shit, shit, shit,” he chants to himself, pacing in front of the mirror. He knows which way the wind is blowing now, and they are all completely screwed. Without the Inquisitor, the Inquisition is doomed. And probably Thedas, too. And he’s lost another friend. Are they even okay? Alive? Should he mourn? Or search? He doesn’t know.

Cole: “Haunting, hiding, old magic in a mirror. They won’t be followed. We can’t help.” He knows there’s nothing he can do for the Inquisitor and Solas, so he turns his attention to the others. There’s so little he can do to help, though.

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For the 5th year in a row I prepared myself for the Eurovision week by painting my fingernails in the colour of my favourites’ flags :)

Have an amazing Eurovision week you all!!! ♥

The Price of Privilege - Part 1 (A Kyungsoo Series)

Genre: Romance Fluff/Angst/ Future Smut - Arranged Marriage / Royalty AU

Characters: Kyungsoo X You

Description: Your time has come to marry the man your family has selected to take your hand. As royalty these important matters are arranged for you, but when you meet your soon to be husband, he is nothing like you expected.

A/N: I conducted a poll and Modern won over Historical so this story is a Royalty AU set in Modern times Starring Do Kyungsoo.

The Price of Privilege: Royalty AU - Angst/Fluff/Smut - part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, Part 6


It came with the territory. You had been groomed for this for as long as you could remember. It happened to your three older sisters already and it had always been just a matter of time before it happened to you. Your younger cousins looked at you with wide, impressionable eyes that absorbed your mood and influence as you talked about it to them, just as your older sisters had talked about it to you.

You were lucky.

Everyone said so. Lucky for something so fortunate to happen to you.

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Every Pawn Can Become A Queen Snippets Part 3 of 3

I promised people that I would write the ending of the Historical Fantasy Arranged Marriage Au that came from my original fake Viktuuri fic list from the Rivals series alternate A03 so here it is! 

Original post here

Part 1 here

Part 2 here

Disclaimer - this is a mock up of what one of the fics written by Viktuuri fans in the Rivals universe on the alternate AO3 might look like and therefore is a reflection of how fans see umfb!Yuuri and Viktor not as they actually are. Also again this is a quick fun piece of writing so please don’t take it seriously!

Every Pawn Can Become A Queen Snippets Part 3 of 3

Rating:  Explicit

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Category: M/M

Fandom: Figure Skating RPF

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Viktor Nikiforov

Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Viktor Nikiforov, Katsuki Mari, Phichit Chulanont, Christophe Giacometti, Yuri Plisetsky, Otabek Altin, Jean-Jacques Leroy, Georgi Popovich, Mila Babicheva, Other Character Tags To Be Added

Additional tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe – Historical Fantasy, Alternate Universe – Royalty, Plotting, Assassination Attempts, Enemies to Lovers

Summary:

Yuuri is the Prince of an Empire, second in line for the throne and renown in battle, a formidable warrior who has been fighting for almost half his life against the neighbouring Empire and their barbaric ways. But after tragedy strikes both kingdoms, an uneasy peace must be formed between the two opposing sides, a peace that must be sealed with the strongest of bonds.

Charged with keeping the peace for the sake of his people, Yuuri is forced to leave his homeland forever and marry the only son and heir of the opposing kingdom, forging an alliance with marriage to protect the empire built on the backs and blood of his family and now ruled by his beloved sister. But Yuuri knows what the marriage truly is beneath the pretty words. A life-sentence, imprisoned forever under the rule of a man he hates and has faced on the battlefield countless time.

But the political machinations of the foreign court might prove to be an even deadlier battlefield than the one he just left and he must keep the peace between the two kingdoms to save the lives of millions, whatever the cost. And what’s more, his long-time enemy and new husband is not the man he believed him to be and his position as Prince Consort holds more power than he ever expected. For the one who holds the heart of the future king is the one who can control the kingdom.

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@highwarlockkareena: alec and magnus on a demon hunting/circle mission being competitive shits about it


“how many was that again?”

it was a quiet whisper, breathless and laced with laughter there as they braced their shoulders against the passenger side of a car parked tight against the curb. alec’s breathing was coming heavy, rattling his torso every time he inhaled. his skin was hot, a sharp contrast against the cool night air and his body was pumped through with adrenaline making him zoned in on every god damn sound. he could feel his runes, the way they buzzed when activated, making his skin tingle and readying him, bow in hand and an arrow nocked against it.

alec was watching magnus, staring at the way he was half lost in shadow, half painted by the neon lights from the store fronts as they washed over his face and up the high spikes of his hair. he was grinning, one of those pleased with himself grins that shot straight through alec and alec couldn’t help but echo it, letting his gaze drip from magnus’s shining golden cat eyes down to the curve of his lower lip, burning pink under the lights.

“twelve five. don’t pretend you aren’t keeping track.” magnus replied, slightly less breathless, his voice a quiet rumble in the stillness of the dark that surrounded them. somewhere around the corner there was a loud hiss, scuttling claws against the asphalt. it made all of alec’s senses perk up again, a little jolt rolling through his body. he knew magnus could hear it too.

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