he's the only one with an older version of himself for the 'now'

Hey there everyone! WHOO! Finally got a reprieve, as I’m done with my drawings for my final project, now I have to continue typing the written parts.

Done largely in part because I love the lore, practice drawing human characters, and to pass the time whenever I need a breather from from college.

While researching for the lore of Dark Souls for my In-progress AU Comic, I noticed how LARGE the mythology of Dark Souls and the deities that reside, along with the fan speculation of which god corresponds with whom and etc. In spite of all this, from what I can tell, outside of Gwyn’s family, there has never been a, for lack of a better term, “compendium piece” of the gods and goddesses of dark souls, so I made my own :D

Because some gods are not represented in imagery, I decided to design how they might look if they ever showed up amongst mortals. I owe a lot to Tumblr, Reddit and the DS fandom as a whole, the amount of theory and lore discussions are always gold, and of course, the lore-lords like @vaatividya and @silver-mont, their vids are always interesting to watch :)

From the Top Row: The Bearers of the Lord Souls

Gravelord Nito: No need for an explanation here xD

Gwyn, Lord of Sunlight: Drawing him was easy, but here I wanted portray a very stern, no-nonsense god king who really, REALLY is someone you don’t want to piss off, and someone who is almost NEVER happy and/or satisfied.

The Witch of Izalith: I’m honestly surprised there’s not much fanart of how her face might look like, so I pitched in. She basically resembles her daughters, but with a more matriarchal vibe, with a stronger jawline and sharper eyes to reflect that. She’s also very tall, towering over Gwyn and just slightly edging out NK in height.

The Furtive Pygmies, featuring Manus and a Pygmy Lord: With the Ringed City revealing that there were SEVERAL pygmies, I had quite some fun with the speculation and possibilities of how the Pygmies as a whole looked like.

Personally? I simply interpret them as humans but more, with more power over the dark soul, but otherwise having different roles in society like regular folk, the Ringed Knights are Warriors, the Lords are the rulers, etc.

I put Manus amongst them, why? Because no way should ONE man be able to have THAT much abyss power just because he’s a human. Since the dark soul is divided amongst humans, I interpret him having a huge chunk of the Dark Soul (as per these two threads), and thus was simply a mighty sorceror who happened to be really, REALLY old, even by Pygmy standards. Plus I always wondered… How does one torture a dead man? The Mad King was described as undying, so according to my own logic, he wasn’t totally “dead” when he was buried. His grave could signify him wanting a modicum of peace, after all, his entire race was basically put in a glorified prison by Gwyn… Sensing the growing madness within him (probably due to sheer isolation), he probably decided to “die” on his own terms in Oolacile… then future idiots proceeded to listen to TOTALLY NOT SUSPICIOUS AT ALL SERPENT and dug up his grave.

The random Pygmy Lord is basically representing one of the first Pygmy Lords.


Second Row: The Children of the Gods

The Nameless King, Firstborn of Gwyn, God of War: In a short period of time, has become my favorite character amongst the gods… There’s so much of a story to tell from him, his relationship with his family, the reasons as to WHY he betrayed the dragons, and thanks to lore threads a-plenty, I interpret him as one of the most honorable and dedicated of the gods. He watches over his warriors of sunlight even if they ARE humans (whom Gwyn HATES) AND he protects Dragons. Despite meI head-canoning him bigger than Gwyn and is in general a wall of muscle and armor, he’s STILL shorter than his sisters.

Gwynevere, Goddess of Fertility: Gwynevere here I interpret as one of the nicer gods, so I made her expression to reflect such. Because Gwyndolin’s illusion of her may be simply him projecting what he remembers most of her and thus potentially exaggerating certain aspects, I toned down a lot the “Aphrodite-esque” glamor, in favor of a more personable look, though still decked out.

Filianore: The daughter we know even less of than Gwynevere, but thanks to a certain reddit thread that discussed how dedicated NK was to her via the floral carvings that is present in Archdragon peak… She must have been someone who NK was VERY close with, so I interpret her as the “Always trying to bring life to the family” kind of sister, though closest to her eldest brother.

Gwyndolin: The Dark Sun himself. Not much else to say here, I just wanted to draw him happy for once… Because WHY FROM? He really, really needs it.


The Daughters of Chaos

Quelana, Mother of Pyromancy: Due to her own title, I interpret her as the Studious Daughter, incredibly dedicated to her craft and always finding out ways to further her pyromancy… Until the Chaos Flame incident happened of course… Then she became wracked with survivor’s guilt…

I also interpret her as being the responsible one looking out to make sure her sisters don’t do anything too brash… Though in hindsight, that would make her suvivor’s guilt worse.

Quelaag: The most well known Chaos Daughter, and whom I interpret as The Aggressive Daughter, hence why she’s the only one of the sisters with a melee weapon. As the most in-your-face daughter I head-canon that she is the one who lowers down her hood the most, especially when she feels like challenging someone. Also VERY protective of her family.

Quelaan, The Fair Lady: Last but not least, I interpret Quelaan as always having been the shyest and nicest of the daughters. Her hood is more drooped down compared to Quelana, to highlight her shyness.

Fun fact, while trying to find her real name, turns out the name Quelaan was the name the community gave to her, and just became established fanon, so I just opted to name her just that.


Third Row: Other Members of the Larger Pantheon

All-Father Lloyd: Gwyn’s uncle, founder of the Way of White. Now there IS speculation that he’s not real, but here I interpret as the real deal, and thus looks like a wimpier, older version of Gwyn, yet still has an aura of authority. I used a bit of Paladin Leeroy for his crown, because I interpret that, when he REALLY needs to get his hands dirty, he too wields a mace, setting an example to all paladin-esque worshipers after him.

His clothes are tattered despite being the godly equivalent of a pontiff, to highlight two things:

One, despite him being a “lord”, his tattered look is to signify he is not “above” the rabble/his followers.

Two, I head-canon him becoming slowly more insane and full of hate toward the undead,as more and more of his family and friends either dies off or leaving home… He eventually disappears for unknown reasons and becomes forgotten.

Fina, Goddess of Love: The most popular candidate for Gwyn’s wife, or at least his first, I wanted to design her with the Embraced Set in mind, just modified to look more queenly rather than armor. Going by the general fanon, I interpret her as the mother of both NK and Gwynevere, but due to unknown circumstances, just up-and-left. Why? I dunno I haven’t thought that deep :(

Also wanted to try out and giving her a different look, skin-tone and facial wise compared to all the other gods and goddesses out there.

Velka, Goddess of Sin: My favorite goddess, her lore and weaponry associated with her is cool, but even with DS3 and all its DLC, I wish we got to know more of her and how she even became the one to hold the title of “goddess of sin” and how she absolves it. She is also, I noticed in fan-art and fanfic, the other most popular candidate for Gwyn’s wife.

Due to the fact that both Gwyndolin and Filianore are associated with illusions and magic, I interpret her as the mother of Filianore and Gwyndolin. She has sharp features and very pale skin, and share’s Filianore’s dark hair.

For her design, I compared aspects of the Statue of Velka from DS3, and both Oswald of Carim and Cromwell the pardoner. I didn’t want her to strictly dress like Oswald and Cromwell, so I incorporated more feathers to her outfit to give her a more “regal” look, as befitting a goddess, and not just pardoner. Funnily enough, with her book of sins and outfit, she also gives the aura of a medieval judge.

Caitha, Goddess of Tears: The third goddess associated with Carim, and one that I intentionally kept her eyes hidden. Mentioned in both 2 and 3, I want to reflect her constant “mourning” nature, and since ‘Gentle Prayer’ is associated with her chime in DS3, I thought her being in a position of prayer would be most appropriate.

Nahr Alma, God of Blood and Murder: Take Titchy Gren, make him more beast-like in proportion, now make him the size of Father Ariandel with the animalistic agility of the Orphan of Kos or Slave Knight Gael, and you have the God of Blood himself. I interpret him as a kind of god that is shunned by the rest, and is mostly treated as an attack dog, and nothing more. REALLY resents the other gods.

The 15 PLOT POINTS of Story Structure

To all the writers who have ever been told they need to outline their story, and privately thought “Great. But how do you DO that? What exactly does that mean?! Is there a map? WHAT IS THE SPECIFIC DEFINITION OF THE VAGUE WORD ‘OUTLINE’?”

Good news. Stories have structure. Structure that can be learned. And a fantastic place to start learning structure? 

Save the Cat: The Last Book on Screenwriting You’ll Ever Need by Blake Snyder. This book gives a simple outline that most stories follow. And as an introduction to story structure, it can’t be beat. 

In Save the Cat, 15 plot points are spelled out in something called a beat sheet. During the outlining process, these “beats” or plot points can be used as an armature or skeleton that your story is built upon. 

So what are those 15 plot points?

Opening Image: A snapshot of the hero’s problematic ordinary world, right before the story starts and changes everything. 

Set-Up: Further establishing that ordinary world and what the hero does every day, impressing upon the audience or reader what’s wrong, and the idea that something needs to change.

Theme Stated:  The truth that the hero will learn by experiencing the story, the statement that will be proven to the audience. But upon first encountering this truth, in this story beat right in the beginning, the hero doesn’t understand or outright refuses to believe it. The theme stated is asking a question, a question which the story will answer.

Catalyst: The ordinary world is shattered. Something unexpected happens, and this event triggers all the conflict and change of the whole story. Life will never be the same after this moment. This is the Call to Adventure. 

Debate: But for a moment, the hero won’t be quite sure about answering that call. Leaving behind the ordinary world is difficult – even if the catalyst has come along and disrupted everything – because the ordinary means safety, it means not being challenged, it means avoiding conflict and heartache. Yes, that existence they’re stuck in might be stagnant and unpleasant, but it protects them from facing the intimidating task of growth, of becoming something better.

Break Into 2: And this is when the hero decides to answer the call and cross the threshold of act two, determined to pursue their goal. 

B Story: This is when the relationship – which usually carries and proves the theme – starts in earnest.

Fun & Games: This is just what it says: the premise promised a certain type of pure entertainment, and this beat is where we get to experience it fully. 

Midpoint: This is either a false victory or a false defeat. Something really really good happens. Or something the exact opposite.

Bad Guys Close In: Forces of opposition and conflict begin to converge on the hero and his goal. Everything begins to fall apart for the hero, the defeats piling up one after another, the main character punching back.  

All Is Lost: This is the sequence where absolutely everything falls apart for the hero. The plans fail, the goal is lost, the mentor dies, the villain wins. All is, quite literally, lost. 

Dark Night of the Soul: The hero’s bleakest moment is right here. In addition to all of the tangible things that have been lost, hope and the gumption to continue with the story have also vanished. There is usually a hint of death here, of some kind. An actual death, or an emotional or spiritual death. 

Break into 3: Ah, but there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. Inspiration occurs, hope is rekindled, courage to pursue the story returns. Usually, this is the moment where the main character learns what they NEED, the truth which will heal them, and allow them to fix their own lives. With this, they are able to snatch victory from defeat.

Finale: And in here, the story goal is pursued once more, but this time from the stronger version of the hero – the version that has learned the theme, and committed to act accordingly. 

Closing Image: The opposite of the opening image. This is a snapshot of life after the story, the problems of the ordinary world solved or banished, a new world opening up for the hero. If the opening is the equivalent of “once upon a time” this is saying “And every day after … “ 

So let’s see how that works! And to see it, let’s look at my favorite short film of all time – Paperman  (because this gave me an excuse to watch it several times and listen to the music while writing it.)

1) Opening Image

We see George, a twenty-something in a sixty-something’s suit and tie, obviously on his way to work, and not looking at all enthused about it. He stares straight ahead, expression bored, lifeless, right on the edge of depressed. Wind from a passing train pushes him slightly, and he lets it, demeanor unchanging. 

2) Set-Up

But then a sheet of paper, caught on the wind, hits his shoulder. The paper flies off again, and a young woman appears onscreen, chasing after the paper, as the surprised George watches.

 After catching it offscreen, the girl returns, tucking the paper into the stack she carries, smiling slightly. They both face forward, waiting for the train side-by-side, in silence. She’s glancing sideways at him, he’s smiling and fidgeting nervously, but still resolutely facing forward; they’re both aware of each other, seemingly hoping the other will be braver, but neither able to overcome their shyness and the unspoken rules of everyday life. 

3) Theme Stated 

As a train charges into the station, a paper from George’s stack is snatched by the wind and lands flat on the woman’s face. When he pulls the paper away, she laughs: her lipstick left a perfect kiss mark on the sheet. When George spots it, he laughs too … 

but when he opens his eyes, she’s gone. She’s boarded a different train. The kiss-mark paper flaps in the wind as the train begins to move, taking her away. He watches, crestfallen. She glances back. Looks of regret and disappointment are exchanged, both a little wistful. The paper, the symbol of their fleeting memorable meeting, waves goodbye. 

Through this little sequence of images, the question of the whole story is asked: Was there a connection between them? Will they find each other again? And on a wider level: What does it take to find love? 

Further Set-Up:

And cut to George behind a desk, in a gray office, dark file cabinets towering behind him, clocks on the wall ticking away his life. Miserable again, he stares at the lipsticked paper. A stack of documents slams onto the desk from on high. The grim-faced boss of the office scowls down at him. George frowns at the stack, then at his boss, who stomps away.   

4) Catalyst 

Breeze pulls the kissed paper off his desk and out the open window. He catches it just in time, breathing a sigh of relief. And then he sees something. The girl! She’s there! She’s right across the street! 

5) Debate 

He needs to get her attention! He dithers for a moment, then throws the window wide and enthusiastically waves his arms.

 An ominous "ahem” from the boss brings him back inside, and back to his desk. But his attention is still on the girl, and the need to get her attention. He folds a paper airplane, stands before the window, poises the airplane to fly … but he glances at his boss’s office before he throws it. Should he? 

6) Break Into Act 2

Yes. Yes, he should. He sends the little airplane messenger to bridge the distance between himself and the girl. 

7) B Story

What he should have done while waiting for the train, he’s committed to do now. Talk to her. The relationship of the story has started officially. 

8) Fun & Games

In this moment, he becomes the “paper man” of the title. He folds and throws paper airplane after paper airplane. The boss shows up, shoves him back and slams his window. George pauses until he’s gone, then just keeps sending airplanes. They sail over the street, but are intercepted or miss their mark every time. 

9) Midpoint

He reaches for more paper … and knocks an empty tray off the desk. He’s run out. Except for one paper, the kissed one, the only one he’s held onto. With a determined look, he folds it precisely into an airplane, stands before the window, breathes to steady himself … 

And the wind steals the airplane from his hand, sending it spiraling to the street below, George reaching out pointlessly. On top of this defeat, the girl leaves the office.  

10) Bad Guys Close In 

Immediately, the boss emerges from his lair. The other office workers hurriedly return to their scribbling, hunched to avoid drawing attention. The girl is leaving the building across the street! George turns from the window … and finds the boss looming above him, glowering, delivering another tall pile of meaningless work. 

George sinks into his chair, defeated. But something happens as he watches his boss walk away, as he sees the office workers in neat rows; all of them older versions of George, reflections of what he will become … if he doesn’t do something right now. 

He runs, sending paper from the perfect stacks flying in his wake. 

11) All Is Lost

But when he escapes the building, and attempts to cross the street, cars nearly kill him. And when he finally makes it to the opposite sidewalk, the girl is nowhere in sight. She’s lost again. 

And all he manages to find is the little traitorous paper airplane. The paper he’d believed might mean something, might have signified something important and maybe a little magical. Which it obviously never did. 

12) Dark Night of the Soul

Angry, he grabs the plane and throws it with all his strength.  He’s lost his job, he’s lost the girl, he’s lost all faith in the magic he’d just started to believe might be real. He stomps towards the train station, returning home. 

13) Break Into 3  

But fate has other plans. The airplane glides over the city, almost supernaturally graceful and purposeful. It dives between buildings, and lands in the middle of the alley where all the paper planes have collected. 

It sits immobile. Then it moves. Moves again. And jumps into flight. The airplane flies over the rest, stirring them into motion, into the air. In a place where not even a breath of wind could reach, there is now a whirlwind of George’s airplanes. 

Though the forces of mediocrity tried to keep them apart, something greater has recognized George’s efforts and is going to see things through. 

14) Finale

A parade of airplanes follows George down the street. 

The leader attaches to his leg. He brushes it off, mad. A flurry of them attach to him, then carry him down the street, unfazed by his fighting. 

The leader airplane rockets over the city purposefully, finds the girl, then lures her to follow.

 She chases after. 

Somewhere else in the city, George is being pushed wherever the paper airplanes want him to go. We switch back and forth between George and the girl, as the airplanes push him and beckon her. 

Until they’re both on different trains, which stop simultaneously, on opposite sides of the platform. The girl gets out. She fiddles with the airplane, like she’s trying to get it to work again. And just then, a breeze brings hundreds of paper planes skittering all around the platform.

 She looks up …

15) Closing Image

And there’s George, covered in paper planes. 

He lurches towards Meg, and the airplanes falls away, their work done. 

George and Meg face each other, smiling, the barriers of routine and shyness overcome. Exactly what should have happened, exactly what was meant to happen. Putting effort into connection and love prevailed in the end, defeating the allure of life spent in safety and mediocrity. The closing image is the opposite of the opening: he’s not alone, he’s not facing the train leading to his mundane job, he’s not looking miserable and hopeless. He’s facing the girl, his bright and meaningful new future.

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So! Those are the 15 plot points. This is a fantastic way to begin learning what story structure is, why it works the way it does, and how to precisely pull it off. 

For a more in-depth explanation, I highly recommend picking up a copy of Save the Cat. (It holds a special place in my heart; it was the first screenwriting book I ever read, and started obsessive study of storytelling.)

Davai! (Or why Otayuri actually wins the world)


(Tweets by @Aki_the_Geek)

I’ve been thinking a lot about this comment of Kubo-sensei’s. It’s just the most adorable thing I have read in a while. I am not the biggest Otayuri fan, but only mostly because they’re seriously too young for me at this point. I do like their tandem, however, and I am enjoying the attention they are getting recently with the official photos and everything.

This comment, though, just paints such a cute picture for me: Otabek as a god of victory, like a mystical butterfly who ignores and flits past everyone else but chooses to rest on one particular mortal’s shoulder and bless him with strength and victory.

Listen, this is what is great about what Kubo-sensei said. Yuuri Katsuki has the gold rings that connect him to Viktor as his lucky charm - we know this. BUT! Yuri Plisetsky’s lucky charm, on the other hand, is Otabek Altin.

Yuri’s a great character. He is an angry teenager, but also a talented one who has big dreams and the actual skills to achieve those dreams. From the very beginning, we know this. It was even a point he has above Yuuri Katsuki.

He aims to win and does not see what others might consider obstacles. So what if it will be his first Grand Prix? He’s awesome. He won the juniors series. He can win as a senior, too.

Yuri, however, is also very immature. He is pretty poor at expressing himself and seems to shortcut through having to process most personal encounters and interactions by just being angry all the time. Affection for others embarrasses him, which is why he gets so high-strung around Viktor and Yuuri.

(I can’t really blame the kid, though. Those two just have no chill. They’re embarrassing.)

Interestingly though, Yuri seemed to calm down after Otabek came in the picture. It’s a complete 180. Yuri still had that passion, but somehow it became more tempered, less angry and more focused - so much so that the moment Otabek came in, Yuri broke a world record and then proceeded to win his first Grand Prix Final.

I am not saying that it is Otabek’s doing, like an actual god of victory. That would be ridiculous, and it’s more an expression than anything else. The timing is just pretty neat, and isn’t that how people develop lucky charms in the first place? You happen to have them right at the moment of a great win. It is also not as if Otabek was completely useless. He did provide a friend to Yuri, who thus far had been going on without someone he can actually call a friend. Everyone around him were either older than him, a competitor, a mentor or a teacher. I think Otabek calmed Yuri down by reminding him that he can just be himself… well, a cool version of himself anyway. Yuri actually sort of acted his age with Otabek around. For instance, this?

I thought Yuri was kind of cool-guy-posing here - you know, acting chill, even looks kind of smug. Lol, this reminded me so much of my younger brother when he was about Yuri’s age. He was such a useless brat at home and was pissed off at everything and nothing 99% of the time, but the moment his friends came over or one of them called him on the phone, he sort of became this cool version of himself - wittier, sharper, less fidgety. Lmao, his voice even became deeper. Smh at these boys…

What I also love about Otabek’s character is that he reminds us of Yuri’s name. Names are a big deal, okay, and I thought that Yuri being Yurio was kind of like him being a secondary character to Yuuri Katsuki - Yuuri #2, if you will. Ever since episode 2, Yuri is Yurio, and for every episode hence, he is Yurio. It was actually a bit of a shock to me when Otabek yelled this out in episode 11:

I was literally, “Oh yeah, that’s Yurio’s name.” I know Yakov and Lilia call Yurio by his name, but somehow it was when Otabek was calling him by this did Yurio become Yuri to me again. My theory is that it is Otabek’s manner, this I-know-you-call-him-Yurio-and-I-don’t-care-because-his-name-is-Yuri attitude he has going, that is somehow more convincing than anyone else. It is as if no one else matters in his world than Yuri Plisetsky. It is ridiculous to call him by anything other than his name because to Otabek, Yuri is Yuri #1. He probably calls Yuuri “the other Yuri”, “the Japanese Yuri” or just plain “Katsuki”.

So yeah, Otabek enters Yuri’s life and now Yuri has that source of affirmation that is outside family, who is a peer and even a close contemporary. He is no longer fighting alone. Yuri’s a strong guy, but he is still a kid, and at that age people can be quite vulnerable. No 15-year-old is so self-sufficient and self-confident that they can stand on their own at all times - at least not to my knowledge. That is why I love this friendship and why I love that Otabek came along. I think his coming triggered something that Yuri has long been building throughout the series but has yet to stabilize - his strength, his growth, his maturity as a skater as well as a person.

And actually, Yuri did win in the end. I think the series did not celebrate Yuri’s win enough and admittedly, even I was on such a high during those last weeks of the show that I could not be happy for him all that much. Episode 11? I couldn’t get over Yuri’s world record; I did not want to see Viktor dethroned. By episode 12, I still couldn’t look Yuri in the face. I was bitter about his world record and I was bitter about Yuuri Katsuki not winning the Grand Prix.

BUT, it’s time to face it: Yuri Plisetsky is amazing. He won the GPF on his senior debut. He beat a world record. His coach is obviously grooming him to be the next Viktor Nikiforov, and actually, the series has been hinting at it before hitting us on the face with it in episode 11 - Yuuri Katsuki is not the next Viktor Nikiforov, but Yuri Plisetsky is. What is more amazing is that he might even surpass Viktor, especially with Yuuri Katsuki as his main rival. Viktor never really had that one rival to push him up further than he thinks he can. We are told that his wins had wide margins from his other competitors. Viktor only had himself to beat each and every time. Yuri, on the other hand, won by a hair’s width and he knows it. He is even more driven now. He will push himself harder than Viktor ever had pushed himself, and that just might tip the scale a little bit more to future Yuri’s favor.

As for Otabek? Nah, he actually does not need to do anything. He is a lucky charm; he just needs to exist. With him around, Yuri is stable, and that’s all that this talented monster skater needs really.

Lol, look at this guy just watching his favorite so proudly:

“I’m not really needed here, but fuck if I’m not staying put to watch and join the cheering.”

Otayuri actually has a lot more going for them, future-wise. They are young, they are talented, and where Viktor and Yuuri are still struggling and see-sawing between victories and losses, Otayuri actually kept a steady climb. We already know and mentioned Yuri’s wins, but Otabek was also actually that steady character from the very beginning who skated well without question and was even the first to qualify for the GPF.

So, yes. In case you are asking, Otayuri is, in fact, the real power couple of the show.

Lmao, TL;DR - Otayuri just trumped Viktuuri and ultimately even stole their gold. The secondary OTP lowkey just beat the main OTP and I, albeit a hardcore Viktuuri shipper and just an Otayuri bystander at best, still find that really hilarious.

Von (Hope)

Þar sem gróir þar er von.
Allt sem græðir geymir von.

Listen to [x] while reading.

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On the night of May 2nd 1998, Draco Malfoy lays awake on his bed.

It’s over. He’s dead. It’s over.” His mind chants. But is it?

A dark, hooded figure that hadn’t been there a second before stands on the edge of his bed, Malfoy starts. He grasps for his wand before realizing he hasn’t got one. The hooded figure chuckles, voice acidic and cold.

“You cheated me.” It says, Draco is frozen in place, searching his brain for whoever this might be. It can’t be the Dark Lord. He’s dead. Draco saw him die today. It can’t be.

“I’m Death.” It answers the question he hadn’t voiced, the knowledge brings a sense of Deja Vu, but he can’t quite place it “and no, I’m not here to take you with me.” he fails to conceal his disappointment. The room feels colder than it had.

“You were meant to die today, in the fire, but you didn’t.” The hairs on his body stand on edge at the mention of it. He’s shaking before he realizes it.

It had been so hot, he’d been gripping Potter’s waist like a lifeline, the fire licking at the hems of his pants, his screams drowned by the roar of the flames, Crabbe falling down and being consumed by them like he was nothing. He thought he’d die. He wishes he had.

“It was written on the stars, Draco Malfoy. However did you cheat the heavenly bodies?” It drawls out impatiently, he doesn’t know the answer. Is he supposed to?

“For this, however.” Death says, swishing it’s cloak, bony hands showing “I owe you a wish. Any wish at all.”

Draco’s eyes widen and his heart picks up speed in his chest. Any wish at all.

He suddenly remembers hearing a similar story to this one. Every bone in his body advices him not to accept, for Death could only be cunning and deceitful, not giving and generous.

Or perhaps Life was the first two and Death’s sweet release was the last. Perhaps life had been the cruel one all along. He dreams of a world where he doesn’t have to feel all of this, where the guilt doesn’t eat him alive, where he never takes the Dark Mark, where war doesn’t kill hundreds, where he’s happy.

He realizes that even if Death is fooling him, he doesn’t mind the likely outcome.

“I want a time turner” he says firmly “One capable of going back to 1991.” If Death is surprised, it doesn’t show it, it moves it’s hands in a swish and a time turner appears between them. It floats until it settles on Draco’s hand.

“Act wisely, Malfoy boy. For I can only grant you one wish.” It says, the ghost of a smile behind the dark hood. Then disappears.

Draco clutches the object and adjusts the time. He wonders if he’s in a dream, if it’ll work. Maybe he’s already dead and doesn’t know it, he doesn’t mind much. 

Doesn’t care to find out.

He closes his eyes and is launched into the paradox of time and space. He sees a colorless void and falls falls falls. His body small and insignificant in the never-ending space. Just when he’s starting to become fond of the quiet nothing and the soothing air touching his face, his stomach twists and he appears in a room that he knows too well. High ceilings and cool toned ancient furnitures. No feeling of home or coziness despite belonging to a child.

His childhood bedroom. If one could call it that.

He looks at the clock with a sharp twist and beneath the time, it reveals the date.

July 31st of 1991.

He almost can’t believe he has succeeded, but can’t dwell on his fear and excitement too long, for a small boy whom he knows too well and not at all stands at the foot of his bed, staring at him in horror. It’s a shock, seeing himself so full of life in the innocence of a child who doesn’t know what the future entails. A child with eager eyes and a prideful chest. Malfoy realizes he’s a ghost of what this child is.

“Who are you?” The small one shrieks. Draco presses a finger to his lips, shushing him. He’s grateful that the Manor is big enough for them not to be heard.

“I’m you. From the future.” young Draco flinches back and is about to start shouting again, before he seems to take in Draco’s features and connects them to an older version of himself. His eyes widen and Draco can see himself panic and glance around frantically, although also subtly, for an escape.

Slytherins. He thinks fondly.

“That’s not possible. Why-how are you here?” He demands.

“I have a story to tell you. But the first thing you need to know.” He swallows a lump in his throat “is that today you will be meeting a boy as you get fitted for your Hogwarts robes. I want you to change what you will say to him, for it’ll change how he sees you. It is extremely important that you do so.”

“Why? What do you mean? I don’t understand.” young Draco looks even more confused, of course he is.

Draco explains as much as he can and sugar coats what a child shouldn’t have to know. He attempts to explain to his own self that the opinions of his father are wrong, the small Draco tries to protest, but he doesn’t allow him to and continues telling him what’ll happen if he doesn’t listen carefully. By the end, his voice is hoarse and little Draco looks sick with fear. But he nods, seemingly understanding he has a duty to perform even if he doesn’t quite understand all of it it. Ah, the usual Malfoy, accepting what’s presented to him, born to please his elders, he thinks bitterly.

“Who’ll be the boy I’ll meet today?” His younger self asks tentatively when Draco is done talking and stands up. Draco smiles nostalgically as he adjusts the time again.

“I have put my faith in you, what you choose to do from now can change everything.” He says, and just as he feels the void sucking him in again, he says his last words to the last hope he’s got.

“And Draco, one last thing.” the kid nods “offer him your hand before you learn his name.”

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where things grow, there is hope,
all that heals has hope.
 

Ties That Bind Us

Part 1:
“Lance… may I please speak with you?” Allura asked sounding nervous.
This worried Lance because he had never seen the princess lose her cool before, but right now she looked truly shaken.
“Yeah sure” Lance followed Allura towards the infirmary.

They had just finished a training session where the team had to focus on a reason to keep fighting.
Everyone had pictured their family along with Lance. However Allura had been staring at the image projected by the blue paladin with a scary kind of intensity before suddenly going pale and calling for everyone to leave.
Well everyone but Lance.

Now as they sat in the infirmary Lance was buzzing with nervous energy trying to figure out what he could of done wrong to warrant such a reaction from the princess.
“So wanna tell me what’s going on?” Lance asked right before Allura plunged a needle into his arm and drew some blood. “Ouch! Allura a little warning please!” He huffed rubbing his arm while she put the blood into a computer muttering to herself seeming like she hadn’t heard him.
“Allura?” Lance asked in a concerned tone as he put a hand on her shoulder.
Suddenly the screen flashed green and Allura gasped turning to look at him.
“L-Lance…”
“Please tell me what’s going on, I’m getting freaked out here.”
Allura swallowed looking from the screen then back to him.
“Lance where is your father from?”
Lance put his hand to his chin thinking for a moment “now that you mention it. I don’t really know. I mean mama never liked talking about him and she would only really say he traveled a long way before I came along.” He shrugged “why do you ask?”
Allura was silent “I… your farther was Altean.”
Lance blinked once. Twice. Three times. “W-what?”
Allura pulled up a photo on the screen of the original Paladins. All but Zarkon were Altean. The blue paladin was younger then the others, maybe a few years older then Lance and with dark orange hair and blue markings on his face. But other then that the resemblance was uncanny. It was like Lance was looking at a pale version of himself.
“B-but that’s…”
“The original blue paladin. His name was Crace. He was the youngest paladin and one of the bravest. He volunteered to hide the blue lion despite knowing he would never see Altea or his family ever again.”
Lance felt like he was going to be sick. “That makes me…”
“That is correct, your half Altean Lance.”
“B-but how is that possible, I mean 10,000 years is a long time!” Lance gasped feeling panic rising. He wasn’t human! He wasn’t all earthling!
“I’m afraid I do not know… but Lance there is more you need to know… Crace was Coran’s son.”
That was the last thing Lance heard before his vision tunnelled and he fell to the floor hitting his head on the side of the table on the way down.
“Lance!”

dating Jungkook [realistically]

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

taehyung version

 • he says that he really likes older girls (his ideal type is iu after all) but in all honesty I can imagine him so good with a girl that is slightly younger than him because they would get along so much better

• because they would have more interests that they would share

• if he’s super lucky, his girlfriend would love video games and they could play together from time to time

• i can just imagine him perfectly falling for a girl that is challenging and has a strong character

• she would be really pretty inside and out

• he would probably actually like to be called oppa after all, but only from you (only if you’re younger than him though)

• Jungkook is pretty young still, so he wouldn’t really know how to be a boyfriend at times

• definitely would love to tease you just like he does to his hyungs

• he would be able to make you laugh a lot because honestly he’s a funny boy with a great sense of humor

• lots of inside jokes

• he would mock you a lot

• at first he would be shy but once he gets comfortable around you, oh girl being loved by him would feel so good

• and once he gets comfortable he would also touch you a lot, give you lots of hugs and cheek kisses

• he loves to hold hands with his hyungs, so I believe he would love to hold yours just as much

• a lot of dorky pictures

• type of boy to steal your phone to make multiple pictures of himself for you to see afterwards

• you would love to steal his clothes even though it would really frustrate him sometimes

• cute necklaces that he would give you so you always have a piece of him no matter where you are

• you know how he’s just so obsessed with clichée love stuff like lifting you up to kiss you or the ring bell scene from kimi no na wa (your name)

• so you can be sure he would love to do that clichee cute love stuff with you

• but it wouldn’t last so long and you would have your first fights

• fights with him would be the worst for you because I believe he’s not really good at expressing his feelings so sometimes he would say things that he doesn’t mean

• or he wouldn’t say things he would love to let you know simply because he just can’t it would be so hard for him to express how he feels
• but you would always make up at the end because you would just need each other

• it would even surprise him how much he would trust you after a while of being together

• because little kookie was actually never really in love before (I assume because he said in 2014 that he never was even though he dated before and since he’s been busy ever since I doubt he’s had a girlfriend after that)

• besides the hard times that he would have to face he would probably experience a lot of beautiful things if he’s really in love with you

• because after all you would be his greatest escape from his idol life

• but there would also be times where he wouldn’t be able to see you for a long time

• it would turn into a long distance relationship at times because he’s just so busy with bangtan

• those would be the times it would be the hardest for the both of you

• he would try to call you as often but he would often just forget to do so because he’s too tired after shows

• you would probably get worried that he would distance himself from you since it would hit you a lot that he has millions of fan girls that just want him as much as you do

• but you would hide that thought from him simply because you wouldn’t want to upset him

• but jungkook isn’t stupid so he would notice sooner or later

• he would notice and probably ignore it for a while because he doesn’t know how to face you with it but he would think about it a lot

• it’s also that if you were apart, you would miss him more than he would miss you and that’s because of his just too busy schedule

• he simply wouldn’t have the time to always think about you even when imagines make him out to be like that

• but after all he would never want to hurt you purposely

• he would be so loyal actually

• and he would comfort you when you’re upset even though it could only be through FaceTime or the phone

• as cheesy as that sounds i can imagine jungkook to be the one you can fall asleep with during a FaceTime call
• he would sing for you a lot if you as him to do so
• and he would beg you to sing with him

• If you would be insecure to sing in front of him at first (which would be understandable because he’s a professional by now) he would patiently wait for you to get comfortable around him

• but once you would sing, no matter how awful, he would love it so much

• silly or really emotional/dramatic duets

• jungkook is a sensible boy, so your parents would love him a lot

• unlike taehyung, I feel like jungkook would be a lot faster with first kissing you and touching you once he gets comfortable

• since jungkook is the youngest that might also be the cause of his hormones that he would be faster

• he really likes to touch butts so y'all can bet how happy he would be to finally have a girlfriend that is all his
• he would loove to touch your butt

• especially after finding out that yours is so much softer than the ones from his hyungs

• the members would be so happy to see that you make each other so happy

• but they would also judge jungkook a lot because you would literally turn into a meme queen because of him (if you weren’t already one)

• your humor would literally base on his after a while

• he would feel so relived every time you both would just sit there and laugh at something so small

• maybe the members would also be surprised themselves sometimes at how sweet jungkook could actually be in a relationship

• because besides all the fights and the hard times, you would still be the person he cares about the most and loves from the bottom of his heart

Some Things CAN Be Replaced.

Prompt by: @love-life-death-dd

When they got Matt back, everyone was joyous. Especially Pidge and Shiro.

A brother was returned to a smaller version of a family and everyone was happy as could be.

Pidge wasn’t as snappy, she got along better with everyone as she no longer had the burden of a missing brother.

Shiro wasn’t as stoic, and you heard his laugh more often. He’d even crack a joke or two, he was able to lighten up.

Keith of course was glad to have Shiro back, and even happier that Shiro returned in better shape than expected, all thanks to Matt.

Matt was a fantastic contributor to the team, and was a friend to all.

He tasted Hunks cooking, and loved to give him ideas on what the yellow paladin could whip up next.

Matt was always happy to listen to his little sister go on about her projects and modifications. He was proud of her intelligence.

He even became close with Coran and Allura, fascinated by their tech and stories of Altea and its past.

Shiro and the man were inseparable.

Then Matt was introduced to the Lions.

Lance hadn’t had a problem with Matt before, not a significant one at least. The guy was hilarious, and knew some of the best pick up lines.

But there were insignificant problems that the blue paladin had with the older Holt.

He was becoming Lances replacement.

In the past, Lance acted the way Matt did and was always brushed off, or received not as positive feedback.

Pidge was never interested in explaining her projects to Lance.

Keith and Shiro wouldn’t offer to train with him just for fun.

Hunk might ask for a taste tester here and there, but the Mice were requested more than he was.

Lance was fine.
It’s be fine.

It has only been a week and soon everything would be back to normal and Matt would just be another body in the castle.

Another person, just like everyone else.
But he only became more of a God as time went on.

When Matt met the lions, he had immediately been drawn to Blue.

Lance wasn’t sure why, the guy just was.
That made an uneasy feeling rise in his gut, and his blood slow in his veins.

“Yeah, this is my girl, Blue. Isn’t she a beauty?” Lance said proudly, putting a hand in the cool metal of her structure.

Matt adjusted his glasses with a sideways smile, “She sure is! Mind if I take a peek inside?”

Why couldn’t Matt have been interested in the Black lion? Or maybe even the Green lion?

Why did it have to be Blue?
LANCE’S lion?

“Uh, yeah sure, she might be a little protective though, ha ha.” Lance scratched the back of his neck and led Matt inside.

Why did Lance tell him yes?

After this entire week Lances dislike for Matt had only grown, and his dislike for himself only stronger.

Sure, Matt was better with his friends.
Sure, Matt trained better.

But Lance was one thing that Matt wasn’t, and that was the Blue Paladin of Voltron.

“Wow, the Blue lion looks different than the other lions.” Matt observed, making it to the cockpit and admiring her hardware.

Lance smiled a little, cautiously watching him. “Yeah, she’s meant for the water so I guess she does have a few quirks.”

Suddenly Matt sat down in the pilots seat, and Lance stiffened.

It was fine. It was fine.
Not like Matt could power her up anyway. Only the lions paladin could form that bond and—

“Woah!” Matt gasped.

Suddenly all of the lions screens turned on and lit up, the boys hands hovering over them.

Lances heart dropped.

“I think she likes me! Can you hear that Lance? It’s like it’s alive and purring, so weird!” Matt chuckled, and started testing buttons.

Lance didn’t like that.

Matt could take his friends.
Matt could take his friendships.

He could take his jokes and his lines and his personality and all of it.

But he wasn’t going to take his lion.
Lance couldn’t stand here and watch the boy iterate and touch his lions buttons and sit in that seat and—

“Woah, Lance, are you alright?”


The blue paladin shook his head, coming back to the present and looked down at Matt. He looked worried.

That disgusted the blue eyed boy.

“Wait, are you…crying?” Matt asked, face scrunching and he looked uncomfortable now.

Lance wiped his eyes, “Get out.”

Matt blinked, “What?”

“I said get out of my lion!!” He shouted, shoving Pidges brother. “Go train with Shiro! Cook with Hunk!”

Lance was suddenly crying harder and he just wanted Matt to go away. He was being rude and irrational and he’d be chewed out for it later but he didn’t care right now.

“I wish you were still stuck on that damned Galra ship!” The blue eyed boy shouted.

The cockpit fell silent.

Matt stood, bewildered for a moment, before his features softened. “Lance, I understand you’re upset. I’ll go, but I’m here for you if you need me.”

Lance remained stiff and quiet, minus sniffling, as Matt left the Blue lion.

The blue paladin gave it a few minutes, before shakily wiping his eyes and plopping down into Blues seat.

“God…”

Matt was even calm in situations where Lance just flipped out and made a fool of himself.

He could t think about it any longer.
There would be a lecture later and Lance could wait until then to get these feelings out again.

For now, he slept.

New Assassins Creed “leaked” info:
  • The leaks aren’t “accidents”. Controlled. Both pictures are real. The first one (where the MC stood in front of something) is very old. The second one is a picture from the Demo we’ll see at E3.
  • New scouting mechanic, the eagle. The eagle’s placeholder name for now is “Akhom”.
  • There are NO towers in the game. You will be using your eagle for side-activities and points of interest. There’s a limit to how far you can go away from the protagonist.
  • The characters all speak English like in Unity. That is because of the Animus 5.0, which has perfected any translation issues of the older versions. You will be sitting in it, not moving around like in the movie.
  • We have a new Modern Day protagonist, he’s male and mixed race. Already a trained Assassin and has a new team that helps him achieve his task, given by William himself. William, Rebecca, Shaun all make appearances.
  • MD is more like AC3’s MD with bigger areas and more character interaction. The MD does more to highlight the fact that Assassins and Templars still exist and are having a big impact on the world.
  • “Without giving too much away, a piece of Eden is used during the Exodus and the crossing of the Red Sea, playing into the whole overarching mission of the modern-day protagonist.” Not main focus of the story though.
  • He doesn’t exactly know when it’s set, but last he heard it was set between 1400 and 1200 BCE. It’s set during the Dynasties.
  • NO naval combat. It really is only just a sailing boat used for travel purposes. It’s like in The Witcher 3, just a tad more customizable. That’s it.
  • He states numerous times that the world is breathtakingly beautiful and that there is ambient stuff going on in the open seas. Better to sail than miss this stuff by fast-travelling.
  • You will be travelling the Eastern Mediterranean with your boat.
  • Ambient music is in the game. Hooray!
  • Devs have focused on story 100%. There is no multiplayer whatsoever, however, there are micro-transactions like in BF and Rogue. Multiplayer is still on the cards, might return at some point to the franchise.
  • A lot of work went into the immersion aspect.
  • Plenty of tropical areas. Mirages, oasis areas and various islands dotted around the sea are beautiful.
  • The main protag (in the past) is a quieter version of Altair, basically. Looks like him, slightly darker. Not black like Adé. Trilogy with him planned. Greece comes next and he’s in there. No idea about the third entry at all.
  • Main protag (past) is apparently Israelite.
  • Combat has been reworked. Enemies have different attack patterns and will actively try to flank you. Kinda like Witcher 3, but easier to get into.
  • Stealth is much more integrated into the world. You can hide on corners, in crowds, in buildings and in bushes/haystacks. Imagine Syndicate and Unity’s stealth, but much more well thought out and implemented. Social stealth is emphasized a lot in the game. You’ll be blending into crowds and with groups of slaves an awful lot.
  • Free running is the same as Syndicate/Unity, though it adds in some of the flair from Watch Dogs 2. It’s a lot smoother and more fluid.
  • Reason why AC doesn’t make its way to Japan is because the higher ups don’t see it being successful. They made China for Chronicles to “please the fans”. Whoop-de-doo.
  • Same thing for WW1 and WW2.
  • Engine is a reworked version of Syndicate’s. But looks drastically different to Syndicate/Unity.
  • They took Unity’s backlash very, very badly. They’ve been working on Origins so much to avoid another buggy situation. “Syndicate was about 60% complete when the backlash came to light, so Ubi shoved that one out of the door before we had the break.”
  • No Switch version, releases on PS4, Xbawks One and PC.
  • Coming out later this year.
  • Hidden Blade used in the game is a very early version. Requires losing a finger. There’s also a bow, a shield, various swords, spears and throwing knives.
  • Our protagonist (paaast) doesn’t have a name at the beginning. Later, other characters start calling him “Shed”, after the deity that represents salvation. A big part of the story revolves around saving your people from slavery.
  • https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shed_(deity)
  • The idea of an Ancient Rome game was floating around the office. Ceasar wasn’t a Templar, but shared a lot of their ideologies. Senators that killed him were part of the Brotherhood. Status of this idea is unknown.
  • Skills are done in a talent tree. However, the differences between the skill trees are drastically different and you can only ever have a certain amount of skills active at one point. One tree is Combat, another Stealth and the final one is Movement.
  • Outfit-wise, there’s a few pre-determined outfits (as there has been in every AC game). However, there are different piece of equipment that you can buy that will go over the top of your ‘base’ appearance. Imagine Unity’s equipment variation/customization, but with less pointless fluff.
  • Character customization is more like Unity than Syndicate.
  • I forgot to add this, sorry people: You can put your hood on and off whenever you want!

     
    I don’t want the character to be quite…I love it when characters talk while your walking and doing stuff. Just like in Uncharted games…
    What do you guys think? 
YOI Fan Rec Friday

Thanks for all your recs this week! I can’t wait to start reading more fics soon!

Rec’d by anonymous:
Cashflow for Kids by tagteamme, Gen, 6.8k
“Ah yes,” Celestino tips back in his chair, closing his eyes. Phichit grabs Yuuri’s glass and downs the rest of the wine. Yuuri is the only one who is stone cold sober. “I see a lot of myself in you two, you know. So much drive and passion.” Yuuri doesn’t see it fully, at least not for himself. Anxiety and fluctuating self loathe aside, he regularly hunts for his glasses while wearing them. He has boyband and extravagant figure skating posters up on his wall. He wore a neon orange sweatshirt and red track pants to practice last week. Phichit, maybe. Phichit has a little more flair. Phichit “accidentally” threw the red track pants down the trash chute.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Sixty-Nine Degrees of Heat by paxton1976, Explicit, 10k (WIP)
Collection of oneshots involving Yuuri’s and Viktor’s sexual appetite for the other, their encounters growing more frequent and more audacious.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Bittersweet Dissonance by Watermelonsmellinfellon, Mature, 18k (WIP)
Victor’s attention is swayed to the gorgeous violinist playing in the park across from the rink. Yuuri is baffled by the kind actions of the attractive figure skater. In the meantime, both learn to open up to each other, and their lives finally take a turn for the better.

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Rec’d by @miraculous-holder :
Back to the future by Cheyenne Agreste (Miraculous_Holder), Gen, 3.4k (WIP)
Yuuri was older for some reason, in Viktor Fluffing Nikiforov’s apartment, and is now coached by, again, Viktor Fluffing Nikiforov
There was something seriously wrong in his life.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
A Heart of Paper Cranes by missmichellebelle, Teen, 20k (WIP)
In Japan, there is an ancient legend that promises a wish to anyone who folds a thousand paper cranes. Yuuri has given Victor twenty-three. It seems a shame to stop now.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Pillow Forts & Princes by missmichellebelle, Gen, 2.1k
What’s easier than babysitting?

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Rec’d by @alipiee :
Who is Mr Katsuki? by CJWrites, Gen, 6.6k
Three students are intrigued by their new mild-mannered Japanese English Teacher who, according to someone is the most interesting person teaching at the school.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Catch Me, Capture Me by GlitterDrop, Teen, 54k (WIP)
Yuuri is an aspiring artist looking for a tutor. Victor is his hero, only Yuuri has never been able to find a picture of his face. Their meeting is accidental, yet it feels almost fated.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Selection by Galloping_Monroe, Mature, 79k (WIP)
Returning home on the tail end of an injury that ends his dancing career, Yuri Katsuki is trying to find his future again. As a Five, he knows his options are limited, but when he finds an invitation to Crown Prince Victor Nikiforov’s Selection, he is convinced by a friend to apply. He never thought he’d be Selected. When he is, he finds that his world is changed forever, and that the Crown Prince is not exactly what he’d expected.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Minuet On a Heartstring by Laikin394, Mature, 21k (WIP)
Victor and Yuuri never discuss their relationship after GPF. Yuuri is the one chasing Victor all the way back to St.Petersburg.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Long Way Round by sixpences, Mature, 7.8k (WIP)
In the wake of tragedy and facing change to come, Yuuri and Victor make the ten thousand kilometre journey from Saint Petersburg home to Hasetsu the old fashioned way- on the Trans-Siberian Railway from Moscow to Beijing.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Magic & Ice by ajwolf, Mature, 210k (WIP)
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has begun accepting NEWT transfer students. For 5th year Yuuri Katsuki it’s a dream come true, and a chance for his to find his place in the world, both on the ice and off. 16 year old Yuuri is off on a fun-filled adventure, full of friends and discovery, as he learns how to fall in love, and how to love himself. He might be chasing his idol, 17 year Viktor Nikiforov, but Viktor may be closer than he seems, as he too struggles to find his place in the world.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
To Be or Not to Be Petty by Lady_of_the_Lake97, Not Rated, 16k
An Au in which Younger Skater Viktor Nikiforov steals all of Yuri’s old junior world records and Yuri is just Petty enough to train a younger skater to steal them all back.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Chasing Moonlight: A tale of a Lost Prince by LiaoftheDawn, Teen, 11k (WIP)
Victor’s 27th birthday is approaching and all he wants for a present is a chance to see the lights up close. And maybe the handsome young man who somehow stumbled into his tower can help him with that.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Celestial Gravitation by Nyerus (dragonmist310), Explicit, 22k (WIP)
A slow-burn, space-adventure AU in which there is advanced technology as well as magic.

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Rec’d by @sarl438:
You Only Live Once by rinsled05, Teen, 38k (WIP)
Victuuri Supernatural AU in which Victor is a thrill-seeking actor/model by day and Western demon hunter by night; Yuuri is a freelance interpreter by day and Japanese youkai exterminator by night. Oh, and Yuuri’s also a half-youkai; Victor can’t imagine anything more exciting than that.

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Rec’d by @fisukisuki :
How Does A Moment Last Forever? by JMonCheri, Teen, 26k 
Wherein Yuuri is an oblivious Beauty in Denial, Viktor is a much better version of Gaston (who needs love), and Yurio is their poor misunderstood angry son (who ALSO needs love).

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Legacy by thelureofadream, Teen, 27k (WIP)
Ren Nikiforov and Omar Altin, longtime rivals, best friends, and skating prodigies are at the peak of their skating career with the Grenoble Olympics looming ahead. But this year Omar’s little brother, Dmitri, is making his senior debut and changing the entire skating world. While it’s a blast from the past for the older gang of skaters through the Grand Prix Final and beyond, will these new skaters be able to handle the new pressures as life and love really take a front seat for them?


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First, I’d like to welcome all the new Batjokes shippers that came from watching the Lego Batman movie. :) If you’re into the fluffy cute side of this normally twisted ship and would like more cute content like you saw in the lego verison, I think the Batjokes in Batman: The Brave and the Bold might be appealing to you as well! :) They even team up in one episode, it’s fantastic. Here’s a clip of it on YT:

Now I’d like to move onto a topic I think is important to be discussed with all these new shippers arriving: if you only like the fluffy cute version of this ship, that’s fine! I understand that a lot of you are not a fan of Joker in most versions (mostly because of how awful he is to Harley) and I completely respect that. You ship what you want to ship!

But I would just like to politely ask you to treat us (a.k.a. people who ship Batjokes in all kinds of versions) with the same respect. I’ve been shipping Batjokes since 2011 and through the years I’ve gotten a lot of hate for shipping it because well … it’s a dark twisted ship (some user even talked shit about me & the ship on their blog after they found out I was shipping it). 

But the darkness of it is also appealing to me and part of the reason I ship it so much. I adore villains (not in a romanticised way – I fully acknowledge they’re awful people) and I loveee exploring complex, fucked up relationships in fiction.

And I’ve already seen people saying that anyone who ships Batjokes outside the Lego verse is problematic and bad. And that makes me really sad. Where do you think that the creators of the Lego movie got their inspiration for the Batjokes we got in it? Batman and Joker have a long history of homoerotic subtext. Some creators even flat out admitted that Joker is in love with Batman. You have to remember that there would be no amazingly adorable Lego Batjokes without its previous versions and their long history.

We’re not bad people for liking Batjokes outside of the Lego version. Everyone knows that a relationship like this is a big no in real life and shouldn’t be supported outside of fiction. Or Joker himself for that matter – he’s a fun entertaining villain but obviously no sane person supports someone like that in real life.

Anyway to conclude this little post, ship what you want to ship and respect each other. Older Batjokes fans: don’t try to force all other versions of the ship on the new shippers or call them “fake fans” (not that I’ve seen anyone do that btw - I’m saying it just in case because I’ve seen other fandoms do it with different stuff) if they only like the Lego version. And new shippers: please don’t post condescending hateful posts in the tag / send us hate for liking this ship in other versions. Let’s all share this tag with love and respect.

That’s all. Thanks for reading!

Finn| Bad Intentions |Balor

Title; Bad Intentions

Pairing; Finn Balor/Reader, past Prince Devitt/Reader

Words; 6110

Summary;  Is it such a sin for me to take what’s mine?

Warnings; NSFW. Heel!Antagonist!Reader. Smut, choking, breathplay. Some angst idk? VERY unhealthy relationships. Emotional abuse, mental abuse, and grooming of a younger woman by an older man if you squint and read between the lines.

Author Note; IDGAF I wrote another terrible human being. Fight me. Diverse characters make the world go round, and that includes actual villains. This one was so much fun for me to write, and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did. You know the drill.

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Deranged: Part 12 (Final)

“Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.” -Stephen King

Warning: Contains violence and tense situations

Teaser  Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11

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Through the Ages

This is my first request and ended up being longer than usual, but I think it’s really good. 

Pairing: Laurens x reader

Warning: making out, I guess

Requested: Yes, @secretschuylersister requested #56 ( “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?”)   with Laurens.

Requests are super open.

Word Count: 2680

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You met John Laurens the day you were born. Since you were fresh from the womb, and he was only one, it’s safe to say neither one of you remembers that day. However, his parents and your parents, being old friends and next door neighbors, remember it very vividly. They love to tell you how John sat next to you in the hospital bed and was completely memorized by you, a tiny, slightly pink baby.

It often times made him blush, especially when his parents joked that he was taken with you since birth.

You were six and John was seven when John declared you to be his best friend. It was your first day at school and you were headed out to recess, where all the first graders were playing. You saw John and ran over to him. You thought his friends would accept you just like John. Instead they sneered at you because you were a girl.

“You can’t play over here with us. Go sit on the swings and gossip with the other girls,” one boy said.

“Guys, it’s okay. She’s my best friend. She’s cool,” John insisted.

“Then you can go gossip with the girls too,” the other boy chimed in.

“Fine,” John grabbed your hand and tugged you away. You smiled at John.

“Thank you,” you said, as the two of you sat on the swings.

“Anytime,” John smiled his lopsided grin.

From then on, that’s the way you always spent recess.

You were ten and John was eleven when John stopped seeing you as just his best friend.

You were both sitting on the hill near your homes. It was the last day of summer. John was stressed about school, and you were trying to cheer him up. Your jokes were corny, but John couldn’t help but be completely enamored by your laugh. He couldn’t even remember what you two had been talking about.

He turned to look at you, deep in though.

“I could marry you, you know?” John blurted out. You turned to look at him and smile.

“Let’s do it then. Promise me, you’ll marry me, and I’ll marry you,” you smiled.

On that day, John couldn’t imagine he’d ever marry anyone else. He sat his head on your shoulder in content. The sun went down and reflected in your eyes. He couldn’t seem to look away from your beauty.

“You know what married people do?” he mumbled. “They kiss.”

“Kiss?” you said surprised.

“I mean, we’re gonna kiss someday. Why not kiss each other first?” he shrugged. You smiled.

“Sure,” you leaned in.

The kiss was a hot mess, but the two of you were happy and content in that moment.

You were thirteen and John was fourteen when you realized you loved John as well. John got back from a month long vacation in New York during the summer. He knew that was where you wanted to go when you graduated, so he snapchatted you a bunch. However, when John got home, you took notice of how much taller he was and how much deeper his voice had gotten.

“John!” you called. He had come over to your house the moment he had gotten home.

“Y/n!” John yelled, engulfing you in a hug.

“Look at you! You’re so much taller now!” you marveled.

“Yeah, puberty does that to you,” John smiled a lopsided smile. “You wanna go sit since it’s actually late and I start high school like tomorrow?”

“Sure,” you smiled. You couldn’t help but notice the way his hazel eyes sparkled in the dimming sunlight.

The path wasn’t far and the two of you plopped down to watch the sunset. You leaned over to look at him. He had his lip in between his teeth in deep thought.

“You okay?” you asked.

He turned to face you in surprise.

“Hm? Oh yeah. I’m just…nervous about tomorrow I guess,” he smiled weakly.

“Don’t be,” you said. You felt a weight in your chest before speaking softly. “Uhm…and if you should find you don’t really have time for me anymore, I understand,” you said, not letting him see your sad face.

“No,” he said. He grabbed your face in his hands to make you look at him. “I’m gonna be here. We promised to get married, remember?” you both giggled at the memory.

You both got quiet and the silence grew thick as you were both close. You saw for the first time the way his hair curled around his face. The way his freckles made a map of his face. The way his eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes.

You took a leap of faith and leaned. John was quick to close the tiny gap. In your mind, you saw fireworks as the two of you kissed.

You pulled apart breathless.

“We should head home,” John murmured. You both sat in the dark now, the beautiful sunset long gone. You nodded in agreement, but your mind was running with thoughts of John. You were in love.

That same year, you almost lost a best friend. John took you up on your offer of being too busy to see you. That year, he saw you nine times. Your parents had dinner every month, and that was the only time John was ever free to hang with you.

You tried not to let it bother you. John deserved happiness and friends, and he had that.

In the night, you couldn’t stop the thoughts from creeping in.

That summer, however, things went back to a more tense version of normal. You were nervous about high school. John was nervous about making the baseball team. There was still the tension of not talking to you for a whole year.

When you started your freshman year, John looked out for you. Your friends were in the same social group, yet there was always an unspoken division of boys and girls.

That year John had a perpetual blush on his face. His friends teased him endlessly about his crush on you, but your friends did exactly the same. Things were going perfectly, until John got a girlfriend.

You were fifteen and John was sixteen the first time you both experienced a heartbreak.

It was around this time you realized John was actually hot. He had grown up nicely. John was noticing the same things about you. You had started to fill out, and John’s friends were taking notice. John had to constantly smack the backs of his friends’ heads for making comments on your appearance right in front of you.

John’s friend Charles Lee was the one who finally asked you out. He was notorious for being a fuckboy, but you were naïve, and John was too busy with his girlfriend to notice you. You said yes, even though you didn’t want to.

You and Charles had a lovely date at the movies, until he drove off into a little clearing. You were just thinking how lovely it would be to have an older boyfriend as a freshman. He could be your summer romance, and then for sophomore year, you’d have an upper classman as a boyfriend.

However, Charles had another idea.

“So, how did you like tonight?” he asked.

“It was incredible. Thank you,” you smiled shyly.

“Well, maybe I could show you something more incredible,” Charles smirked.

“What could be more incredible than tonight?” you asked naively. Charles just chuckled before leaning over to kiss you. The kiss was nothing like with John from forever ago. It was too pushy and needy. Soon Charles pushed his tongue into your mouth and clawed at the hem of your shirt. You pushed him off of you.

“Stop. I don’t want this,” you frowned.

“Come on. Don’t be such a prude,” Charles murmured, going to kiss you again.  

“No,” you pushed him back. Charles just stared at you shaking his head.

“I knew you were always Laurens’s whore,” he spat, driving you home.

Tears formed in your eyes, and when you got home, you wanted to run straight to your room. John however, was outside waiting to see how your date went, when he saw the tears in your eyes. When he asked what was wrong, you couldn’t help but spill the whole story, crying even harder. He hugged you tight, muttering things about Charles.

The next day, he found Charles laughing with your friends and slammed him against the lockers.

“John! Stop! He’s not worth it,” you said your voice cracking. John repressed the words he wanted to say. Instead, he pulled back and let a puff of angry air out. His girlfriend came by like she did every morning to whisk him away to make out. There you were, heartbroken and alone. Charles didn’t love you, but that didn’t sting as much as knowing that John didn’t love you like you wanted him to.

John’s heartbreak came the next school year, when you were a sophomore and he was a junior. It was a few days before his seventeenth birthday. The two of you were born one year and two days apart, and you were excited to show John what you had gotten him. It was a wedding ring as a joke, since you two promised to get married.

John’s newest girlfriend had other plans. For his seventeenth birthday, she was going to give him herself. A few days before John’s birthday, she did just that, after only one month of dating. That didn’t sound like the John you knew, and it only added to the long list of heartbreak. However, soon after she broke up with him. John cried.

You two sat on the hill for the first time since middle school, staring into the sunset. John’s head was in your lap, and you were lightly running your fingers through his hair.

“I thought she loved me…I thought she was gonna want to stay with me, but it turns out she didn’t know I was a virgin. She was only in it for the sex,” he couldn’t look you in the eye.

“She sucks. I’m sorry,” you said, not knowing what else to say.

“I’m done with stupid love and shit,” he grumbled. You had planned on giving him his gift tonight, but that seemed to be in poor taste now.

“Promise me something,” John said, sitting up to look you in the eyes.

“Sure,” you crinkled your brow.

“Save yourself for someone who loves you,” he said, urgently. “Don’t make my mistakes.”

“H-How do I know if they love me, though?” you stammered.

“If you can’t decide, just…save yourself for me then,” he rambled out, surprising himself.

“You?” you asked surprised.

“Yeah. If you’re ready and you don’t want it to be some stranger, I’ll be there,” he smiled. He wanted to add “because I love you” but he wasn’t that bold just yet.

“S-sure,” you stammered again blushing.

You looked down, but John tilted your head up. You looked into each other’s eyes for a moment before kissing passionately. John slowly pushing you down into the grass. You slowly began to lift your hands up into his shirt. He broke the kiss momentarily to slip your shirt off. John kissed down your neck softly, then he began to suck on one spot, nibbling on it slightly. You moaned out in response. After a minute, when you were sure, he’d left a hickey, he suddenly pulled back.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, sadness in his eyes. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

You were too stunned to tell him it was okay. Your mind screamed at you to tell him how much you liked it, how much you liked him. Instead, you sat there. He ran home. You slipped on your shirt.

You slowly drifted apart after that night.

It didn’t take long for the hickey to fade, but it never faded from your memory. It constantly tormented the both of your minds. You wondered if it meant John loved you. John wondered if you enjoyed it and loved him.

You were seventeen and John was eighteen the time the two of you finally fucked. Although, you wanted it to be sweet and slow and nice sex. You knew immediately after that it was a casual fuck.

You and John had found your way together at a party, drunkenly reconnecting. By some grace, you actually made drunk plans for dinner the next night.

That night John couldn’t keep his eyes off the way you filled out so nicely, and you couldn’t keep your mind from wondering about how he had developed.

The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

The dinner ended with nothing substantial happening, however, when you got to the street you both lived on, both of you fully aware your parents were away on vacation together, things picked up.

“So,” John began. “Did you ever…met someone you loved?” John asked. You fully understood what he was implying.

“Never,” you whispered, leaning in close. “Although, I think I’ll take your advice from forever ago…” you trailed off.

That was all it took. John slammed his lips into yours. You trusted him, although in hindsight he was going to graduate and leave in about ten days. You should have known.

You should have known the way his hands knew just what to do was muscle memory. You should have known this was routine for him.

But the way his body pressed against yours. The closeness you felt with the man you loved. You couldn’t hardly stop yourself and justify it in that moment to your needy brain.
I was incredible, but short lived.

Lying there after, you felt vulnerable and stupid. He rolled right onto his side and began to fall asleep. You sat up, embarrassed. He couldn’t actually love you.

His arm shot up and pulled you back to the bed.

“Stay,” he mumbled. So, you stayed. This changed nothing.

The next Monday, John’s last Monday, everything was the same.

You ignored John. When he graduated, you took one forced photo with him. You didn’t see him for a while after that.

You were twenty-two and John was twenty-three the next time you saw him.

You had finally moved to New York. You had gotten into Columbia college, but had forgotten John was going to graduate school there until one fateful day.

John was rustling around with his friends when he saw you. He wasn’t sure if it was you, until Alex started calling out your name.

“You know her?” John whispered to Alex.

“Yeah, I’m the teacher’s assistant in her intro to law class,” Alex replied as you walked over.

“Hi, y/n! These are my friends, Hercules, Lafayette, and Laur-“ you cut him off

“John?” you asked hesitantly.

“Hey, y/n. Can we talk?” John asked.

“Uhm…We’ll just go now,” Alex said looking suspiciously between you and John, before raising an eyebrow at John, suggestily.

You and John started to walk.

“So…Uhm…It’s been a while,” he began. You scoffed.

“Yeah,” you said coldly.

“So why’d you ignore me after we…” he trailed off, hurt lacing his voice.

“Fucked?” you finished. “Because, you were just going to leave me anyway. You just wanted my virginity for some power trip or something.”

“You have to believe me. That’s not what I meant to do,” he said, his sad eyes betraying the anger in his voice.

“You can’t prove it. You just feel bad about it,” you yelled back.

“Yeah, well what if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?” he yelled, his patience gone.

You instantly softened.

“Y-you have?” you asked. He nodded his head in response.

“Well, if you were to say that, I would probably tell you I’ve been in love with you since I was thirteen?” you smiled.

“I’d probably do this,” John leaned down to capture your lips in his. From somewhere in the distance, his friends cheered.

You were twenty-four and John was twenty-five when the two of you got married, and your lives began.

Heart Race [George Weasley x Reader]

A/N: I’ve literally posted this like six times because I can’t figure out how to italicize on mobile because the mobile version is trash lmao  I’m so mad rn ugggh. I tried that stupid code italicize but it didn’t work but it works when I test it out and ugghhh I hate this app

Word Count: 3,340

Warnings: mild language like twice. Not proof read. Possible ooc characters. 

Summary: (Name) met George in her third year after being pushed down. After another year, what will happen when George has to find a way to keep his feelings for her in check?

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To say she was shy would be an understatement.

She had a quiet voice, but a loud mind. That loud mind of hers was full of brilliant facts and opinions, but the quiet voice that she had held everything back.

And to say that it bothered George would be an understatement as well.

No, George was almost offended that she refused to speak your mind. He couldn’t really understand why (Name) felt the need to hide all of her wonderful thoughts, but that didn’t mean he didn’t respect it.

George and his twin met (Name) when she came to Hogwarts at the age of eleven. At the time they were second years who in all honesty didn’t care much for her.

It’s not like they disliked her, they just didn’t know her well enough to care.

However, that all changed when they witnessed her being pushed down in her third year by some fourth year jerks.

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Here's a thought for you, when Shiro comes back from wherever he vanished to, for him it's only been like an hour but for everyone else it's been like five years or maybe even a decade?

:3   I like a decade.


Immediately after stepping out of the Black Lion, something felt wrong.

Something was different.

Shiro stood in place, helmet on his lip until it clicked.  The hangar was rearranged.

Not that it had a lot of things in it already, but there was some equipment on the walls and shelving, and it was either switched out or moved around.

An odd thing to do, while he was flying around Zarkon.  Shiro found himself a little irritated at the idea - he was the one who used those tools most, after all, and someone else messing with it made him antsy.  But he shook that off.  It wasn’t like Shiro owned any of it, and Allura and Coran had every right to move it around as they pleased.

That settled, Shiro walked back out, head tilted.  Was he the first one back, somehow?  He didn’t remember anything after passing out during that battle until he woke up in the Black Lion, hungry and cold but otherwise intact.  Maybe Black had flown him back and he had just woken quickly?  

Shiro put his helmet back on, listening for the inevitable post-battle chatter, at least from Allura and Coran.

Nothing.

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Hiiii! Could you do #78 please??


I’m working on these at a snail’s pace. Anyways I hope you enjoy it! I had a lot of fun writing it. Here’s #78: “That’s my shirt. So is that…wait?”


Stiles was the best.

Of course that was subject to opinion, but to him he was the freaking best. Ten out of ten the best friend, the best son, and especially the best boyfriend. Oh yeah that was also a thing too; he was the boyfriend of Derek Hale. The Adonis-like body, the chiseled cheeks graced with perfectly trimmed stubble, the incredibly smart and closeted jokester/nerd, the Derek Hale.

So when Stiles says he’s the best it’s because he didn’t tell Derek he was coming home from George Washington a few days earlier than planned. Oh yeah, surprise visit, probably the best idea since the whole panties thing they discovered…but that’s a story for another time.

This is how he found himself creeping up the stairs to their apartment after the longest three and a half hour drive from DC to New York ever. Even his constant music and finger drumming couldn’t distract him long enough to keep his mind off the time. It’s late; which is probably for the best since the more tired Derek was the less he used his senses, plus New York was naturally loud so the chance of blowing this too early was slim.

The chance of other forms of blowing were pretty high.

Stiles grabbed his keys, sliding them in the lock of their door as quietly as possible. The grinding of the key sliding through its riveted slot was loud and he almost wanted to scream in frustration but that would definitely give him away. Instead he huffed quietly and shoved the door open, toeing off his shoes on the mat before shuffling through the entrance to the open concept living area.

While there was no sign of Derek, the place was a mess. That was weird because Derek was such a neat freak; however blankets of all kinds were splayed about, the sink was piled with dishes, the stove top was full of crumbs…

The only thought running through Stiles’ mind was ‘what the everloving hell is going on?’.

He set his duffel bag on the couch as well as his computer bag, crossing the way to the small hallway that lead to the bedroom and bathroom. The door was cracked open slightly with soft yellow lighting pouring out. Stiles pushed the door open only to see the softest version of Derek he’s ever seen.

The socks on his feet are mismatched, he’s wearing the sweats with the holes in the legs and the sweater with the thumbholes, his hair all tousled and soft against his forehead. Stiles didn’t take out his phone despite the overwhelming urge to. This was an intimate moment and saving it on a camera felt wrong in a way.

Stiles walked over to the edge of the bed, his hand not even touching Derek before a strong grip wrapped around his wrist a tad too tight. Blue eyes flashed at him before fading quickly to reveal surprised green-ish ones.

“Hey, surpri–whoa!”

Suddenly his world was flipped, his hip smashing painfully with another as he was pulled onto the bed. Strong arms wrapped around him and held him impossibly close, a face nuzzling into his neck and making him laugh. The stubble….well beard now, tickled the hell out of him.

A possessive growl –that went straight to his dick if Stiles was being honest– echoed through the room and against his skin.

“You’re back early,” Derek said after a moment.

Stiles pulled back a little, looking his boyfriend in the eyes, “I wanted to surprise you?”

Derek still looked taken back, his mouth parted with his teeth poking out a little. This warm, bubbly, fuzzy feeling rose in his chest and suddenly he couldn’t help but lean in and kiss that shock right off his boyfriend’s face. The slight chapped feeling of his lips juxtaposed the softness of Derek’s, their noses brushing against each other’s ever so lightly every now and then.

When they pulled back Stiles finally noticed Derek’s pillow.

“That’s my shirt,” he said blankly, sitting up a little to see it better, “so is that…wait? What?”

Derek’s face went up in flames, the tan skin suddenly dark with red flush. Stiles didn’t need the gift of lycanthropy to see the embarrassment roll off the older man in waves. Under and around Derek’s pillow was his old Beacon Hills high school hoodies, a few of his graphic tee shirts, and basically anything and everything Stiles wears often.

It clicked in his head then.

“Ummm–”

“You missed me,” Stiles deadpanned.

Derek frowned, “Stiles…what? Of course I did.”

“Well duh…I just…you went as far to be with my scent,” Stiles said, motioning to the pillow.

“I always want to be with you and your scent,” Derek said, holding Stiles closer.

A grin spread across his face, “well that’s reassuring. I’d be worried if you didn’t.”

Derek took that as a cue to nuzzle his face back into Stiles’ neck and chest, scenting him immediately. Stiles laughed softly, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend tightly, letting the wolf take what he needed.

“I’m glad to be home,” Stiles said after a while.

Derek paused, looking up, “…home?”

“Once again duh, you’re my home.”

If Stiles took an extra week off school…well it was worth it if he got to stay with Derek, his home.


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Actual--Quartermaster’s 00Q rec list:

A collection of amazing works that deserve all the praise. Warnings are added to fics with major concerning aspects, however, be prepared for canon typical violence and sexual content in pretty much every fic– I mean, this is James Bond, he’d manage to get into a knife fight even in a coffee shop AU.

Quriosity by dr_girlfriend

Words: 80495  Chapters: 33/33

Bond finds himself increasingly curious about his enigmatic Quartermaster.

“Your prior hotel is no longer secure, I will direct you to a new location. Your luggage has already been transferred. A field agent and medic from the Diréction Générale de la Sécurité d'État will be waiting at the side entrance. I have cleared them both personally.” In contrast to his crisp dry English, Q’s pronunciation of the French words was fluid and flawless, the throaty tone of the fricatives sending a surprising jolt of awareness straight to Bond’s cock — all the more remarkable given his degree of blood loss.

“You’re wasted on Q-branch, you have the voice for a phone-sex call-in line.” The words slipped out of Bond’s mouth without forethought, although he had plenty of time to think in the sudden pause that came afterward and stretched on for endless moments. Bond hadn’t realized until now how Q was always there, with an immediate reply. In all their banter Q had never before been at a loss for words. Ever.

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I reread this fic at least once every few months, it’s that good. I have it saved in the pdfs on my phone for car rides and vacations. This fic stays so true to the characters, with everything from Q’s unceasing exasperation to Bond’s cheeky carelessness. The only bad thing I can say about it, is that it doesn’t follow my “Q is a Holmes brother” headcanon. Honestly, if you haven’t read this fic yet, it’s probably the one you’ve been looking for.

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Human Error by thejabberwock

Words: 86107   Chapters: 14/14

007 is the perfect assassin, an artificial intelligence with the ability to think for itself. Human emotions were never meant to be part of its programming, and Q was never meant to be anything more than its creator.

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Okay, this was so good, I had to contact the author (@bondsboffin) in the middle of it being written. I was going out of my mind. Bond is so complex and the style is just so intriguing. Honestly, this is the kind of fic that will make you roll on the floor in angst.

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Blue-Eyed Monster by Only_1_Truth

Words: 118362   Chapters: 23/23

Yes, this version of 007 was a terrifyingly smart agent, and M wondered long and often whether it had been a good idea to promote him to the position. Usually, the title was the dangerous part - being 007 meant deadliness - but this time, M feared that a certain man with ice-blue eyes and scruffy blonde hair had dragged in more danger to the title than it had previously possessed

Enter MI6’s new Quartermaster: an unassuming, bespectacled genius with no mind for subterfuge but plenty of genius behind a dry smile. Curious 00-agents and young boffins don’t always mix in predictable ways…

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This made me cry the first time I read it. Full of humorous chess games, dangerous double 0’s, and domestic (well, at least as close as possible to anyway) Bond. A wonderful Skyfall rewrite.

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Beautiful Creatures by 1MissMolly

Words: 63151  Chapters: 30/30

“You smell good,” Q’s drunk words were slurred and raspy.

“I’ve been told.” James smiled at the young man.

“Stay here, I want to snuggle.”

“What?”

“Snuggle, be my teddy bear.”

“What!? I could blackmail you for that comment.” James joked but Q was already snoring lightly. His arms still wrapped tight around James neck. The older man gave in, convincing himself it was only because Q wanted him there. James own wishes and desires were not pushing him to lay beside Benjamin. The reason he was here, he told himself over and over again, was to protect the quartermaster. His scent and angelic face had nothing to do with it. At least that what he tried to tell himself.

Bond discovers that his quartermaster is an omega, which would be fine, except someone is murdering the omegas that work for MI6.

Very slow build of coworkers to friends to something more. Working together to fight against the monsters in the dark.

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Warning: A/B/O fic. An extremely well done one at that. Despite the summary, Q can hold his own, which was awesome to read. A complex plot and amazing development, overall a great read.

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Brevity and Opulence by loveindirtytrenchcoats

Words: 7777   Chapters: 1/1

There’s no time to grab anything to defend himself with, because the first hinge on the door snaps open with a bang, and the second follows on the next hit. The door rips backwards, thrown to the floor by the same man Q had been in the ski lift with, who smiles menacingly and draws a knife from his jacket. The Quartermaster wonders how long it will take for James to realise he’s missing.

Before the henchman even gets in his first hit, Q knows it’ll be too late.

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Short and sweet, a fix-it fic for Spectre. The best fix-it fic I’ve read at that.

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The Love Song of James Bond by Fightyourdragon

Words: 103853   Chapters: 17/17

“Knowing your history, and adding to it the fact that I am not entirely unaffected by sharing a bed with you, I think it would be pointless to pretend that we are going to able to share this house for the next two weeks without fucking over every available surface.” Q smiles at the look of shock on James’ face. Clearly he hadn’t been expecting such a direct approach and Q presses on before he has a chance to recover. “However, when it happens it will happen on my terms.”

There was definitely a significant gap between the time Bond was breaking down over M’s death in the chapel to the time a confident Bond walked into Mallory’s office to accept his newest assignment. What, or more importantly, who, put him back together again? Basically, lots of porn with plot.

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Warning: BDSM. A majority of this fic is two idiots on an island, fucking and making friends with the old couple who own the local pub. It’s the most weirdly domestic thing I’ve ever read, and its beautiful.

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Bal-Chatri by Kryptaria

Words: 46402   Chapters: 14/14

Rising through the ranks at MI6 is enough to erode anyone’s ability to trust. The agents of the Double O program all take paranoia one step further, elevating it to an art form. But everyone needs one person to trust – even James Bond. Now, Q just has to figure out how to convince him of that.

Bal-Chatri: A versatile trap used to humanely catch all types of birds, including birds of prey.

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Warning: BDSM. Part of a three part series, and, honestly, it’s beautiful. Q is patient and kind, and together they work through Bond’s problems.

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Synchronicity by stereobone

Words: 7600   Chapters: 1/1

It goes on like that for months, and then Q realizes that James Bond is “hanging out” at his flat.

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Another short and sweet fic, and actually the softest thing I’ve ever read. James is just so gentle and Q treats him like he deserves. Good rainy day read.

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Return the Conquering Hero by 1MissMolly

Words: 41596  Chapters: 14/14

Bond and Trevelyan are sent in to rescue a mysterious hacker out of a corrupt prison. They don’t know who sent them in or how to get the young man out. But the longer they stay in the prison, the more Bond becomes attracted to the young hacker.

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Warning: major rape/non-con elements, but nothing truly horrid happens to our boys. Not the most satisfying ending but lovely nonetheless, one of those fics you wouldn’t mind a sequel to. Also, have I ever mentioned how much I love Alec Trevelyan being included? Because this pushes all those buttons.

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Redamancy by opalescentgold

Words: 80627   Chapters: 7/8

If you write something on your skin, it will show up on your soulmate’s skin as well.

James doesn’t quite fall in love over physics discussions and cheeky book quotes and coding and riddles inked onto his skin, but he comes close.

And then he actually meets Q.

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It’s not finished yet, I know. But, this fic is so good, I couldn’t put it down. I’m sure I read it in under two nights (that’s with a full time job and full time school). This fic highlights the true discrepancy in age between Bond and Q, and is a whole lot of angst at points, and it’s delightful.

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Distraction by Pasteles

Words: 269   Chapters: 1/1

James Bond is an impatient bastard.

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Putting this in here because my lovely @actual–007 wrote this for me, AND I OPENED IT WHILE I WAS AT CHURCH THANK YOU VERY MUCH. But, it’s lovely and so is she.

lezzipride  asked:

Voltron legendary defender Klance "I cradled you in my arms!"

Keith’s hand begins to sweat in Lance’s grasp. He stumbles over tree roots and loose rocks as he’s pulled through the forest at Lance’s insistence, and they’ve been walking some time now.

“Whatever you want to show me better be worth it.” he grumbles. He’s missing dinner for this. He tries not to think about what delicious meal Hunk is whipping up back at the castle. His stomach growling makes it difficult.

“Not too much more,” Lance smiles over his shoulder. He easily navigates the path like he’s walked it numerous times. He barely hesitates to hop over a log that Keith only barely manages to see in the darkness. They turn a corner and come to a clearing. Lance slows and listens to Keith’s soft gasp. His eyes widen and take in the sight in front of him. 

There’s a pond, that must be filled with some kind of bioluminescent organisms, because it glows bright blue in the darkness. The banks of the pond are covered in large, fragrant white blossoms that look brilliant against the light of the pond and bright moon in the sky. Dark rocks erupt out of the earth, and are so polished that they look more like mirrors. A breeze rushes through the low hanging branches of the trees and carries with it something that smells like jasmine. Keith approaches the glowing water, transfixed. 

“Here,” Lance leads him to a flattened side of the bank. A blanket has been laid out and a woven basket sits beside it. Lance begins to kneel on the blanket.

“What is all this?” Keith breathes.

“Happy anniversary, babe.” Lance throws his arms out proudly. Keith beams… then falters.

“I’m… oh god, Lance, I’m so… I haven’t done anything for…”

“Hey, hey, it’s ok.” Lance grabs Keith’s hand and tugs him down onto the blanket. He kisses the back of his knuckles. 

“Time gets really confusing out here. I honestly forgot my own birthday one year. You’re 22 now. Did you know that?” 

“I think I recall someone telling me that?” Keith laughs. Years slip by easily in space. The only markers of time having passed are old photos. Lance used to be so skinny, and Keith used to be so soft and bright-eyed. Keith leans forward and runs his knuckles along the bristles of Lance’s undercut.

“You got so handsome.” Keith smiles. Lance laughs in his throat. His hands reach up to scratch behind Keith’s large ears that are now permanently covered in a soft, purple, fur. Galra puberty and being exposed to quintessence in battle had permanently brought out some of Keith’s Galra ancestry. Keith had grown his hair even longer in an attempt to cover it up, but Lance will frequently braid his hair or tie it up so he can see them. He thinks they’re cute, and will whisper in Keith’s ears just how much he likes them. 

“You’re still beautiful.” Lance serenely smiles. The blue glow around them brings out his eyes. Keith makes a self conscious huff and tries to pull away. Lance giggles and follows after him. He raises up on his knees and pulls Keith close, placing a kiss between his eyes. 

“Do you want to swim or eat first?” He asks. Keith’s stomach tries to persuade him to answer one way, but Keith knows just how excited Lance must be to go in the water. 

“Is it safe?”

“I had Pidge perform a water sample this morning. It’s harmless.”

“Yeah? I’ll swim first then.”

“Really?!” 

“Yeah.”

Keith smiles fondly as his boyfriend strips down to his boxers. His muscular chest flexes as he pulls Keith to his feet and begins to help him get his shirt off. Keith chuckles at Lance’s eagerness. 

They slip into the water and the coolness is soothing on their joints. The bright, blue light blanches out the patches of purple that appeared on Keith’s neck and chest some time ago. A large scar stands out strikingly against Lance’s abdominals. They had definitely gotten older. Keith hates to think what a younger version of himself would say if he could see what he looks like now.

But then again, with Lance’s hands trailing streams of water up his back, and his lips beginning to sensuously beckon Keith’s mouth to open for him… he thinks 16 year old Keith would give up all of his limbs for this experience. 

The water laps at their waist and Lance continues to kiss Keith senseless. Only after his lungs begin to burn does he pull back. He rests their foreheads together and cups either side of Keith’s neck with wet hands. 

“Keith,” He breathes. “I have to ask you something.” Nervousness crosses Lance’s features. Keith’s brows wrinkle with worry. What was going on?

Lance begins to rummage in a small pocket on his boxers. He opens Keith’s hand and places something in the middle of his palm. A ring, so translucent you could mistake it for glass, but it’s heaver and there is the slightest blue sheen to it. When the light hits it, it casts dapples of light onto Keith’s hand. 

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Lance breathes. “And I wondered if you would let me?” The tiniest smile graces Lance’s lips. Keith stares at him in awe. His stomach twists painfully and tears come without warning. He nods with a sob. His fingers tremble around the ring in his hand. 

“Oh Keith, babe.” Lance wades forward. A small wave crashes against Keith’s stomach from the motion. Lance takes the ring and slips it onto Keith’s shaking finger. Keith won’t stop nodding.

“Are you sure?” Lance laughs and kisses the tears off his cheek.

“I cradled you in my arms!” Keith loudly announces. Lance jumps back in shock. 

“And I knew I’d never be able to let you go.” Keith’s eyes, filled with honesty and love, stare at Lance like he’s the most beautiful curse that was ever cast upon him. 

Now it’s Lance’s turn to be knocked speechless. 

Remus Lupin x female reader - His Awakening (Rated M)

Just some smutty smut!! Remus can’t sleep, a night before the full Moon appears and he feels restless while you tease him so.

Warning- SMUTTY SMUT SMUT!! I MEAN IT! Sex from behind, oral, forced strong Dom!Remus, Sub!Reader, lots of semen, many semen

Originally posted by givemeloveeff



The first few nights before a full moon always left Remus Lupin feeling irritated, twitchy and energetic. His sexual libido hit the roof and shot to the sky, a mix of emotions tore through him, something he thought he would have been used to after being a Werewolf since an early age, but his body could never control these wild urges. The older he became, the worse the side effects.

He lay in bed, on his back with a thin sheet strewn over his naked form. It was already a warm Summer night which enhanced his already hot sweats and after pulling off his sleepwear, he felt the cotton bedding cling to his moisture.

Remus’ eyes fixed on the ceiling and even though it were dark, his vision begin to enhance as he picked out details of the pattern above.

You slept soundly, light adorable snores left you, which Remus likened to the tiniest slumbering mouse and you whimpered gently from your dreams. He smiled, turning his body toward you and pulled himself gently toward your form. You wore a T Shirt and a pair of panties, and as his fingers trailed the waist of your underwear he buried his nose into your hair, enhaling your sweet scent. You were his favourite smell, a treat to his now feral senses and he began to ache for you.

“Remus” you moaned gently, dreaming of him and he wondered what images filled your mind as you slept “please” your begs were enough to send him over the edge. Remus was suddenly jealous of the version of himself in your dream and he worried he was fulfilling your desires far better than the real Remus Lupin.

Tugging at your panties, he wanted to tear the fabric and remove them from your body, without realising his strength right now he had already completed that task with little effort so he pulled them from between your legs and screwed the panties up in his fist, keeping a tight grip on them, before pulling them to his nose, inhaling the sweet scent from your pussy.

You let out a small gasp, and Remus felt your flesh shiver beneath his touch. You changed position, rolling onto your back and your arms spread above you, fingers grasping unconsciously to the top of the pillow you lay your head on. His blue eyes scanned you, a flash of green sparked within his gleaming orbs as his feral vision took you in, his breath heavy, rasping with need. Remus’ fingers gripped at your hips, one hand slid between your legs and parted your thighs which pressed together. Even asleep you teased him so, making yourself so unavailable to him sometimes, which made him want you more.

Your eyes flickered open at his touch, the vision of his silhouette in the darkened room taking position between your legs as he parted your limbs with force aroused you instantly.

 “Remus” you exhaled, a flash of green from his eyes sparked in the darkness. His breath now heavy, a slow, panting rhythm fell from his lips and a hungry growl burned deep within his throat.

“My beautiful ____________” he grunted your name, his fingers parting your cunt, pulling your lips aside “Why do you do this to me?”

“Do what Remus?” You asked, fingers grasping hard on the pillows still. His free hand pushed up your T Shirt, freeing your tits, nipples already hardened, protruding from your flesh. You gave a soft squeal as Remus flickered his finger over your clitoris rapidly.

“Turn me on so fucking much” he burned, another animalistic growl roared from between his lips.

Remus, usually such a docile, sometimes timid and sensible man, who never usually believed in cursing, turned his personality before the Moon awoke the other side of him. The wolf in him desperate to get out, waiting for the exact cycle of the month to burst from the skin which cocooned it. You had fallen for Remus in his natural state, the kindest, most gentle man you had ever know, but you had to admit you enjoyed this wild side of him. Many times you had woken with him looming over you, his thick dick throbbing, twitching to be inside you, to feel your begging pussy and give you what you deserved.

“Hands and knees” he ordered, his voice deep and strong “Now!” he ordered with reassurance you would do as he commanded.

With a swift whimper and nod, your pulled yourself from around him, flipping yourself onto all fours. Remus grabbed your hair, pulling your head back as he practically roared his command “Scream for me, tonight…” he paused to take a breath “I want to devour you”

“Yes” you gasped with command.

Remus released your hair, and pushed your head down, into the pillow and leant weight on you. His fingers parted your lips once more, massaging your clit causing your hungry cunt to flood over his fingers.

It wasn’t long before he pushed his thick, hard length into you, his weight still on your head to keep you down and he fucked you. Harder than he had fucked you in a long time, he howled gently as he felt the surge of pleasure run through him. Remus growled once more, bearing his teeth viciously and snarls left him as he fucked you with vigour, his thrust became more forceful until his dick filled you entirely.

You felt yourself close, your cunt pulsated against Remus’ cock as he pushed into you and he grabbed your hair once more. His fingers entwined around your locks as he pulled you back up “Scream!” he roared “Scream my name my love!” his command both forceful and desperate equally. You were his, and only his. He needed to hear you cry his name, to know you felt the hunger for him, and he felt for you.

“Remus” you gasped, your cunt juice trickled down your leg, merging with his own flesh as you soaked his cock, across his balls and matting his thick hair.

“Louder!!!” he snarled, his fuck harder than it had been, slow, strong thrusts burst into you and he tugged your head back further, arching your back and his teeth met the flesh of your neck. Remus held his arm across your chest, his fingers pinched your nipple severely, rolling your flesh between his fingertips and he sunk his teeth into your flesh gently, still fucking you like his own possession.

“REMUS!” You cried, squealing his name. The mixture of pleasure and pain seared through you as you cried an orgasm “REMUS!!!” you shrieked once more, followed by a string of grunts and moans, spilling your remaining juice across his thick cock.

Remus grabbed your waist, slicking his cock from your cunt and hurled you onto your back. He straddled your head, pulling your mouth apart, dragging your lips at the side with his fingers and pushed his dick into your mouth. The meld of your tastes danced on your tongue and you struggled to see Remus in the dark as he fucked your mouth. His hands grabbed either side of your head as he rolled his hips into you, banging the tip of his dick into the back of your throat. Your chokes and struggled aroused you both further, your entire body still tingled from your orgasm and it wasn’t long before you felt Remus throb wildly between your lips.

 He grunted, panted and let out a whimper as he spurted his white cum inside your mouth, thrusting himself deep, allowing it to trickle down your throat “Taste me my love” he whispered, running his fingers through your hair as he emptied everything he possessed into you as you swallowed, marking you as his own.