his back profile

this was for an ask meme a while back!!

Mahon compared to a snake :~) i rly liked the parallel between coiled/drawn and striking/loosed. these were unreffed but made w love pls.. dont. tell me i know the archery is Bad and wrong

+bonus closeup because he’s handsome and deserves it

At Peace (langst)

I should be updating my Sockathan story on Wattpad but I’m not feeling so hot so have some langst.

~ songfic kinda ~

+ I’m pretty much going to be posting langst or Oikawa angst (Tangst?) when I’m in a shit mood so get ready for that +

Lance was used to being rejected; by girls and boys alike.

So he should have seen this coming. He should have been prepared for this. But no, his hopes were high and he’d thought his feelings were -finally- reciprocated. He thought he had a chance and damn it if I don’t admit it. He was desperate.

I don’t know if we should be alone together 

He was desperate for attention, and love, and the chance to finally be accepted by somebody. Anybody. A chance to have something to live for again. A chance to be able to breathe again without the thought of his worthlessness crossing his mind and settling in a nice, quaint spot labeled “REASONS TO DIE”. The cringe is real, no matter how you think of it, but Lance can’t find it in himself to care anymore, about anything.

His constant quips usually spoken -sometimes even shouted- in a flurry of passion, are now most times left unsaid, or muttered at most.

He was hoping for a miracle.

I still got a crush, that’s obvious

“Hey, Keithy boy,” Lance chirped with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. 

Keith turned to face the blue paladin, a small smile playing on his lips. “Hey, Lance,” he replied happily.

You seem unusually chipper today, Lance thought to himself.

Suddenly. Keith chuckled, startling Lance out of his ‘thought’. 

The brunette covered his lips with his hand, eyes blown wide. “Did I say that out loud?”

If nobody’s around, what’s stopping us?
Everywhere I go you show, whatever

“You sure did, Lancelot. D’ya wanna know why I’m so ‘chipper’?“ Keith asked with a slight giddiness in his tone.

“Uhm, sure?” Okay, Lance. After he tells you whatever the fuck he’s so happy about -which is making him 100% cuter and I cannot stand it- I’ll tell him I love him, and we’ll live happily ever after.

With the widest smile I’ve ever seen, on Keith no less, Keith gushed out, “Shiro and I finally started dating!”

I don’t ever mind sharing oxygen
I just wanna get lost in your lungs

I spoke far too soon. “T-That’s great, Keith!” What did I think I could accomplish? “I hope you guys are happy together!” Of course Keith would go for Shiro. “Well, I gotta go u-uh, t-train now, so see ya!” He’s perfect.

Lance began to turn away from Keith. “Wait!” The red paladin demanded, grabbing the other’s arm and keeping him in place. “Did you need to talk about something, Lance? Are you okay?”

Just a baby, but she’s growing up so fast
And I’m allergic to the waiting

“O-Of course I am! I’m the jester, the class clown, the humour back bone of the team! Who needs feeling when you have the best sense of humour known to man?” The dark haired teenager announced, his chest puffed out and his eyes full of a dark hope. Please don’t call me out on my bullshit, I need to be out of here yesterday.

Thank god Keith’s dense as hell. “Alright Lance, whatever you say,” he chuckled and released his arm.

She’s just a baby girl
And I love to watch her dance

Tears left Lance’s eyes before he even finished turning, thankfully he didn’t notice but.

That didn’t stop Shiro from noticing, who now was in front of Lance. “Lance,” the black paladin whispered, his eyes shone with concern. “Are you alright? What happened?”

Shiro reached out to touch Lance’s shoulder, but he wasn’t having it. Tanned hands pushed on Shiro’s chest, pushing him -surprisingly- a few feet away, and in the next moment, Lance was out the door, leaving the new couple in shock.

But it’s making me go crazy

In the next few months, Lance got by in a mixture of disarray and monotone. Lotor was taken down, along with the Galra empire. The new head of said empire agreed on a peace treaty and most of the universe now lived in peace. 

Voltron was not needed anymore. And so, the team was left to their own devices. 

Pidge and Matt, the only Holts left, went on to create new, advanced machinery to help Earth evolve technologically.

Keith and Shiro went to a quiet inhabited planet, where there was a drug that could evolve the bodies of men in order to conceive, so the two can start a family. 

I don’t think that we should be around each other
When you’re in the room, you get my eyes
You open your mouth, I’m hypnotized, oh oh
I can make you laugh until you cry

Allura and Coran and the castle went on to rebuild the Altean empire. 

Hunk went home to Earth, with his family. He offered Lance a spot on his small ship to get home, but he declined, claiming he had to do something before going home.

Which, of course, was a lie. Because Lance has a secret he never told anyone, and that secret was that Lance has no family. 

The photo he showed everyone so proudly? Photo-shopped. His stories of his many siblings? MTV and YouTube. His emergency contacts on his profile back at the Garrison? His supposed nostalgia? His strict parental control? His life? All fake. All a fantasy Lance had built in his head when his real parents dumped him on the side of the road at 9-years-old because he broke his arm and couldn’t work on the farm anymore. 

You know you got all my attention
You know you got all mine, mmh

He had nothing to go back to. No purpose. No one waiting for him. No one to miss and love him. 

What was he supposed to do now? Go back to the Garrison? No, it wasn’t worth it if Pidge and Hunk weren’t there. 

What else was there? 

Lance sat in his space pod in the middle of space for hours before he realized, there’s nothing else.

Lance spent a few more hours of thinking about what he planned to do next. How would it affect the others? Will they come back? How will they react?

Baby, I can’t help but call her dad
Even though I shouldn’t say it 

In the back of his mind, one thought lingered: will they even care?

The ex-paladin of Voltron decided that his choice was the right one, and carried out his plan. 

He spent the next few hours filming a personal video for every member of the team. Even Matt. 

She was my baby girl
I might never get her back
But I don’t mind being patient, yeah

Can you let your baby be my girl?

But he didn’t dare send them yet. No, he had to send them at the very last second. 

Because he needed time to himself. He needed to prepare himself. He needed to find one, just one reason for him not to follow through with his decision. 

He couldn’t find any.

Can you let your baby be my girl?
Can you let your baby be my girl?
Can you let your baby be mine? 

With a tear rolling down his cheek, Lance sent all of the video’s to their respective person’s. Hopefully, they all get them.

Okay, I’m just gonna tell you what I gotta say, right here
I’m sorry Dave, I never meant to hurt your baby girl
She’s your little baby, she’s my soulmate

The broken boy put on his helmet, and with a deep breath, opened the door that separated him from endless space.

Location didn’t mean a thing to him, as he never truly had place to call home.

I don’t want you to worry, she’ll be so safe right here
Oh, oh, oh, so Dave, would you let your baby be my girl?

Can you let your baby be my girl?

More tears poured from his eyes, as Lance took deep breaths, and let his decision sink in entirely. He had no regrets.

Can you let your baby be my girl?
Can you let your baby be my girl?
Can you let your baby be mine? 

Lance sniffled, and although he couldn’t wipe his tears, he steadied them, pulling one last strong face. With his messages sent, his loved one gone, and nothing holding him back, the broken soldier, the brave face took his final breath. Finally, he reached up to his helmet and disengaged it, sucking the oxygen out. 

One last tear fell from his face as Lance’s final sight became apparent: the blue lion, engines blasting, rushing over to her dear paladin as the final remnants of air left his lungs, and Lance found:

that he was finally at peace.

Oh, your baby she’s mine

I’m…

I’m so sorry. I was just supposed to blow off some steam but… I related to Lance. His loneliness, his perception of love, and his lack of anger. 

Rage, irritation, grief: they can’t be felt anymore.

Anyways, I was planning on writing a fic for each of the videos… what do you think? (Imma do it anyways lmao)

I hope you enjoyed this… 

ok i did it! time to go do some breathing exercises 

anonymous asked:

16 w jikook :)

i hope u know u have just corrupted me lmao

Send me a pairing + a number: jikook, “oh… sorryomgwrongnumber”

smut | sexting

Jimin wasn’t a virgin, he had a pretty good amount of sexual experiences on his back. But the thing was, sending nudes was a whole other different thing. It was new – at least for him –, and it made him nervous like a stupid high school boy with a crush. Except he didn’t have a crush, he just wanted to get laid – but his heart was racing and his palms were sweating anyway.
Jimin stared for another eight minutes at the picture taking the whole screen of his phone. He was with his back to the mirror, profile partially appearing over his shoulder as his hand held the phone high by the side of his body. It wasn’t the best picture he had ever taken of himself, but it was nice. His butt looked pretty, just like his hair. However he still couldn’t stop the nervousness bubbling up in his stomach, making him wonder if a stranger he met at a bar was worthy of that picture. Maybe Jimin was a bit too desperate for sex, trying to shove a certain mistake he had made with a certain someone to the back of his mind. But it didn’t matter – at least the bar guy  was cute, didn’t seem like an asshole – and for god’s sake it was just sex.
Jimin selected the picture and rolled the page of his contacts down until he found the newly added number. Jonghyun. He took a deep breath, placing his thumb just above the name and then squeezing his eyes shut – like that was going to stop the embarrassement of doing what he was actually doing – to click on the screen, instinctively dragging his finger to the send button afterwards – eyes still tightly closed. Jimin only allowed himself to open them when he heard the sound indicating that the message had been sent coming out of the speakers of his phone.
He released the breath he was holding back and stared at the sent picture – there was nothing to do now, it was done. Relief almost settled in his chest, the burden of doing the most difficult part having left his shoulders – when Jimin realized, in a silent gasp of horror and dread, that Jonghyun hadn’t been the one he sent the picture.

Jungkook – online

Oh
my
god.
Jimin was mortified for a second until the sign of seen appeared on the screen and he completely freaked out.

You – 9:12 pm
[image.jpg]
JNU
JUNGK
JUNGKOK
DONT OPNE IT
I
SENT IT BY MSTHAJE
MISTAK
OMG
DOTN OEPN

He couldn’t fucking believe it. Universe must probably really hate him like crazy, because, fucking Jeon Jungkook from all people.
Fucking Jeon Jungkook, the stupid little shit Jimin had had sex with five days ago, because they were both too drunk to be thinking straight. Jeon Jungkook the biggest fuckboy Jimin had ever met – and surprisingly, the best friend too. He couldn’t fucking believe it. He had spent the last couple of days fucking and being fucked by plenty of different guys just to erase the drunken memories of Jungkook’s body on his – Jungkook’s lips on him, kissing him and sucking bruises with a hunger as if the world was falling apart around them. And even though it were just blurry flashes of a very fucked up night, it still brought things to Jimin’s stomach he didn’t want to bother finding out what meant. He just needed to forget everything and then it would be okay.

Jungkook – typing…

Oh god.

Jungkook – 9:13 pm
fuck hyung

Jimin’s heart stopped in his chest.

You – 9:13 pm
did u open it???

Jungkook – 9:13 pm
yeah it was kind of too late
god

Jimin wanted to die and bury his entire body into the biggest hole he could dig with his own hands. His cheeks were burning red, so hot it was tingling his skin. He didn’t know what to do, so he just kept terrifiedly staring at Jungkook’s name until the word ‘typing…’ appeared again.

Jungkook – 9:14 pm
hyung i know you told me to forget but how can i now
u have just fucked up my stability
i’m so hard

Jimin tightened the phone on his hands, the sides of the metalic thing burying on the skin of his sweaty palms, his breath hitching. He closed his eyes, trying to steady the flow of oxygen entering his lungs, but his phone buzzed against his skin again and his eyes snapped open in a heartbeat.

Jungkook – 9:15 pm
pls dont do this
u can’t just send me this and keep quiet as if nothing happened
i want to touch you
i want to touch myself thinking about you
fuck
hyung im really so fucking hard please talk to me

But Jimin was barely breathing. He could only feel his heart pulsating in every inch of his body, the furious muscle knocking against his ribcage violently. His own cock started twitching inside his pants, Jungkook’s words arousing him a lot faster than it should.

Jungkook – 9:16 pm
you have the most perfect ass
i want to get my hands on it again
my biggest and only regret of that night was not being sober enough to remember every single detail about you
i want to have you again so bad hyung
i could do whatever you asked me too
i could suck you so good you’d come in my mouth crying my name

Jimin whined out loud, not being able to repress the painful hardness between his legs anymore. Jungkook’s tongue and mouth on him was the most vivid memory he had of that night – and it was fucking up his head.

Jungkook – 9:17 pm
i could eat you up like you have never been before
i’d make you scream
and beg
you’d like that right

Jimin gasped this time, his hand going down to cup his painfully hard cock before he could realize it. He heard the tiny moan falling out of his lips as he rubbed it through the fabric of his boxers, precum having wetted it like it never did before.

Jungkook – 9:18 pm
fucking talk to me hyung
please
im touching myself and i think im going to come but i want u
i want you jimin please

Fuck.
Jimin took his hands of his boxers – a tiny whine of complaint forming in the back of his throat –, fingers finding the button he wanted on the screen of his phone before he could think about what he was actually doing.
Jungkook answered in the first ring.
“Shit.” Jimin heard Jungkook’s breathy voice at the end of the line, making him clasp his knees together in response, thighs pressuring the tingling head of his sensitive dick against his stomach, needing some kind of friction so he wouldn’t lose his mind, “Hyung, fuck. Mmmm… ha… H…hyung, say some…thing, please.” There was a pause, Jungkook’s loud breathing completely filling Jimin’s ears along with the obscene sound of his hands working himself up and down. Jimin moaned. “Shit. Shit, hyung, do that again. I need to hear your voice, please.”
He swallowed hard, throat dry and mind dizzy, too clouded from scenarios picturing Jungkook jerking himself off thinking about him.
When Jimin’s voice finally surged, it was deep and hoarse, drowned in a lust he didn’t know he possessed.
“Come over.” He murmured, breath failing on the last syllable. “Now.”

For some background, I work at the W pharmacy. Every day a report prints out with prescriptions that haven’t been picked up in over a week and a few days. If we don’t delete those back to the customers’ profile it’s insurance fraud.
So I wait until an hour to close, while we’re doing other closing up stuff, to delete them so people have 11 whole extra hours to come pick it up.
This customer called last night at 8:54 asking if we could stay open after nine because she was on the way. We said no, if you get here and someone is in front of you that got here before 9 and we’re helping them then we’ll help you. But if you get here after 9 and we haven’t already stayed open helping someone who got here on time then we’re closed.
So cut to 8:58 when the customer FLIES into the drive thru. She wants her husband’s medication. Ok thats fine we have one ready here’s the total. “I thought he had two.” Yeah he did but it’s been well over a week and he hadn’t picked it up so we deleted it back to his profile. If you want I’ll put it in to fill again but it won’t be until tomorrow.
So she proceeds to try and tell me how they live 30 minutes out and it’s hard to get out of the house and to the pharmacy, and couldn’t we just not delete his from now on? I let her know that keeping a prescription billed to insurance over a certain period of time that a patient is not picking up is insurance fraud, and I can’t just have every prescription he puts in be held indefinitely for him. I do let her know that we do want to help in situations like this and if she knows she won’t be able to come in for a couple days but intends on picking it up within a few days, to call us and we can delete and resubmit it to give her extra time. But I can’t just do it for “all future prescriptions” because I’d lose my job.

working on a fic… because fuck the almost finished wips i have, right? ahaha. AHA. fuck those things. they only need like 500 more words ahahaha. who C A R E S. not me! nope. ahahaha. nope. ah. hhaa.

anyway here’s what i’m working on because i crave attention.



Loki doesn’t often resort to Grindr.

He has an easy enough time getting dicked without the help of an app—it’s really more of an inconvenience, with random guys messaging his profile with pictures of their dicks or heart-eyes emojis. But every now and then, Loki finds himself mindlessly flicking through the pictures of profiles self-identifying as his type. Most look like brainless meatheads and get passed over.

But every now and thing, every once in a blue moon that lines up on a Friday the 13th on a leap year during El Niño season… someone catches his eye.

‘Thor’, his profile says. A 36 year old that lives within a few kilometers of Loki’s position. His pictures are… Loki bites his lip. A ripped older guy with plenty of golden chest hair to run his fingers through? Photos of him genuinely enjoying himself as he laughs at a picnic or an actual honest-to-god baseball game, instead of the forced, 'sexy’ selfies of abs and puckered lip sneers? Lord God above.

There’s only one slight flaw.

Well, actually there’s two.

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@miraculouscorazone

He ruffled his hair as he walked out of his room in a rather speedy pace.

“In the whole day, Frank decided to pull shit like this” he mumbled when walking down the stairs. Servants noticing the young master descending from the elegant, cold stairway moved out each avoiding eye contact with his cold green eyes. He was no medusa, but instead hades himself.

“Young master, don’t forget your jacket.” exclaimed the loyal Hanbridge butler who ran to catch up to Andrew before he left. Andrew turned around eyeing his black leather jacket with the embodied logo of a king cobra. He reached out for it and put it on quickly before nodding and heading out. He formed his little gang with Frank just as an act of rebellion from his father, little did he know that it would grow to something big and superior. The King’s Cobras ran the show, the were fear, they are everything, but to Paul hanbridge they are nothing.

“Go along and run with your gang. After all it’s just a game for you children.” Andrew recalled as he get on his motorcycle. He got the grades, the honor rolls, everything  a parent would love, but to his father it wasn’t enough. He formed his gang to catch his father attention, even that wasn’t sufficient and instead his dad didn’t try to stop him like normal parents. He knew deep down all he really wanted was his father’s attention, but his father being an important politician he knows it’s hopeless.

He was heading to the location where Frank was. He had only gone there a couple of times with his father for political business and had heard it was a sort of hub for witches to hang out. He scoff at the thought of witches, what was he six years old. He pushed the motorcycle’s acceleration and hurried along to where Frank was. Hoping it wasn’t a waste of time.

He soon arrived at Glastonbury, he eyed around looking for Frank. He gave a long sigh and decided to wait outside a weird magic shop reading “magic Item cafe”. He lit a cigarette and immerse himself in the smoke. Breathing in and out, in and out. He hated himself from smoking, not because he didn’t enjoy it instead it was another thing his father and him had in common. He closed his eyes as he leaned back on the cool brick wall.

“Hey, hey can you smoke somewhere else” exclaimed a energetic feminine voice. Andrew lazily opened one of his eyes exposing his cold green irses. The brown hair girl soon got a tint of pink on her face to which Andrew chuckled.

‘Sorry bunny, didn’t know babies roam these areas” he scoffed as he blew smoke at her direction.

She coughed again and looked straight at him.  A clash between red and green eyes.

“Don’t call me that you,..you…you jackass!” she yelled as she close the distance between themselves. He was a bit taken aback from her response and actions. He guessed that she might have not heard about him or else things would have played differently.

“Also the name is Akko” she told him before reaching for his cigarette and throwing it on the floor. She gave him a fierce look before stepping on it.

Andrew Hanbridge was struggling to understand what happened. This was new to him, no one has disrespected him like this before, it was knew and it excited him. Especially the girl in front of him. When he snapped out of his mini trance he noticed she was walking away with books in her hand. He still wanted to play, Frank’s situation slipping out of his mind.

“Bunny, where you heading? Going to hop back to your dirt borrow?” he called out in his husky voice, but she didn’t stop. Instead all he heard was her quickening footsteps and her mumbling gibberish.

How bad she wanted to punch him, but she was a good girl. Good girls don’t fight, right? Either way she needed to find Miss Ursula who was kind to give her a ride to the magic shop for spell books she needed for a project with Lotte and Suzy. She heard heavier footsteps behind her, it was probably that jerkface.

“Screw it, I’m going to give Mr. ‘ I’m too cool’ a piece of my mind”, Akko turned around only to squeal when his face was too close. She could feel his hot breath and she stood there frozen.

“Be a good bunny and don’t run away from me.” he spoke lowly watching her face turn into an incredible shade of red. Akko wasn’t moving, she wasn’t functioning. All that came out of her mouth was good old gibberish.

Andrew smirk as he had her where he wanted, he was showing her that no one can disrespect him. He was doing her the favor of introducing her to the King Cobra’s. Despite that being his intention for his actions, something else was pushing him to have here near him. He felt his heartbeat increase and he had no explanation for it.

Both found themselves in a long trance. Staring at eachother with lip centimeters apart. The cold green eyes made her sad for some reason, but his lips and that husky voice of his were drawing her in. He was enchanted by her red eyes, so innocent and full of life. He began to close to proximity closing his eyes, while Akko’s breathing began to become heavy. He was going to steal her first kiss, but she couldn’t movie. Funny how her being the witch was stuck in a enchantment it felt.

“Yo, ‘Drew what the hell man! We been waiting for you to look over new merchandise.” spoke a loud voice from behind them. Andrew jerked his face back to respond. Seeing how he engaged into a conversation with the blonde man, Akko believed it was the perfect time to make a run for it. Before leaving she gave one last look at his back profile seeing the King Cobra decorating his leather jacket. She faintly traced it before making her exit in a rush.

After Frank’s rundown of the situation, Andrew was going to head over where he was needed. He turn to tease a bit more his bunny, but was disappointed to see that she wasn’t there. He gave a tsk and was going to prepare himself for a bad night. He was angry at himself getting sad over a little thing, why was he feeling sadness over her being gone. He was having a rush of emotions, he surveyed the area one last time before walking to the area with Frank. He looked down to spot a slip a paper reading “ Akko Kagari” followed by a list of supplies such as weird specimen of herbs and such.

Who knew a witch would enchant him tonight, who knew he would be proven wrong by one of them. He folded the slip of paper and placed it inside his jacket before turning and heading toward where other gang member were. He was sure he would meet her again and this time he wouldn’t take his eyes from her.

“Akko, Akko, Akko! Are you alright? Did you catch a fever? Asked a motherly voice.

“W-what?! No, Miss ursula I’m perfectly fine” reassured Akko as she looked at the clouds as they were flying back to Luna Nova Academy.

“You sure? Your face is red?” asked Miss ursula with more concern in her voice.

“I’m sure. No need to worry”, Akko looked down to see the the town they just left and that guy she met. He was infuriating, but something about him was charming. If they met again she could-

“Akko your face is red again!” exclaimed Miss Ursula who turn her head to check on Akko.

Candid Camera

Your eyes were about to roll out of your head while your mouth was bursting with flavour. You couldn’t believe that something so simply would cause you to feel this way. You closed your eyes and tried to take in whatever it was that was causing it.

When you opened them you saw Dok2’s face examining yours. He was smiling proudly. You reached out your hand to him and gave his shoulder a squeeze. Taking it as a compliment, he shakes his head and laughs.

“You okay?” he asks you still laughing.

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you better listen to the cat

written by: @aeretria | M 

prompt: So my friend had an amazing status on fb and I couldn’t help but think of Bellarke: “I just realized that my cat’s paw can activate my phone’s touchscreen. Realistically, this means that at some point, somebody’s cat has swiped either left or right on Tinder. I’m not sure which is sadder: "I’m only hooking up with you because even my cat thinks I’m too single,” or “My cat wants to ensure that I’m ‪#‎forever‬ alone because he’s a possessive jerk” for @thisisajokeeee

word count: 2271

A/N: thanks to @dreamingundone for the quick read-through!


The truth was that Bellamy had no idea how he ended up with three cats before hitting twenty-seven.

Actually, scratch that. It began with Octavia yearning for a kitten years ago, when Bellamy was still struggling to make enough money to put food on the table, and it continued on for what felt forever until he gave in and got her a cat from the nearby shelter for her sixteenth birthday.

The reddish tabby cat in question, fittingly named Anne Bonny after her fiery temper and sharp skills with a sword, was now, ironically, living with Bellamy, much to his dismay. And that would have been fine if Octavia’s need to save homeless kittens had stopped at the age of sixteen.

Bellamy was fully supportive of feeding the stray cats but when that turned into actually living with them, taking them frequently to the vet and paying for their expenses, well, that was a completely different matter. He still had nightmares when Octavia brought in Sam Bellamy – she just loved naming the cats after pirates for some reason, and well, there was no way she would skip a pirate named Bellamy – whom they had mistakenly taken for a male ocicat cat, and it turned out that Sam was a very female, very pregnant cat. And Bellamy wasn’t heartless enough to turn away a pregnant mama no matter how much his wallet cringed. In the end, after many sleepless nights, of all the kittens he kept only one – a male with pale lavender coat, which he promptly named Vane to keep with the tradition.

After Vane though, Bellamy firmly put his foot down and no amount of pouting from Octavia could get him to change his mind. (He was, however, jealous of Lincoln’s – his sister’s boyfriend – cat allergy because having three pirate cats was exhausting.)

You’d think that after six years of looking after Anne Bonny he would know better than to leave his phone in clear sight, especially since the red devil was addicted to playing on the mouse game Octavia had installed from the app store. On more than one occasion the cat had dialed many of his friends in her hasty attempt to open the game.

So he shouldn’t have been surprised when he checked on his pitifully meowing cat only to see that his phone screen was lit. What did come as a surprise was the message that awaited him.

It’s a Match! You and Clarke have liked each other!

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Nitro+Chiral fandom PSA

Alright so I’ve been seeing this a lot where people are like “Who is this guy? What game is he from?”. Now for people who’ve been in the N+C fandom for a while, most of you know who he his. For those of you who have joined the fandom more recently or didn’t know, well let me explain to you who this person is.

This is Naitou-kun and he is not from a N+C game. Rather he is the mascot for Nitro+Chiral, more specifically the musical mascot. He is basically the equivalent of Nitro+’s Super Sonico.

(And before anyone says anything, they are two separate characters who as far as I know are not related to each other.)

Anyway so what exactly do we know about Naitou-kun other than he’s the mascot? Well not far back, his profile was released as a bonus with the premium box of the “The Chiral Night Dive into DMMD V 1.1 and V 2.0”. Srkpn was kind of enough to scan the booklet with his profile and translate it. The scans for the booklet can be found here. His profile is as follows (original translation by srkpn)

Birthday: Jan 10
Origin: Tokyo
Blood Type: O
Height: 177cm (5'9")
Weight: 61kg (134 lbs)
Shoe size: 28cm 
Handedness: Right
Favorite color: Blue-green

Hobby: Bass
Special Talent: Puzzle Rings
Favorite Food: Water and meat
Food he’s not good with (dislikes): Avocado
Music he likes: Alternative Rock, Pop Punk, Emo

And there you have it. Now it should be more understandable why is he is sometimes seen with the N+C protagonists. That is all.

Found

Word count: 1046

Warning: ANGST.

Pairing: Dean X Reader

A/N: This is my entry for @one-shots-supernatural’s SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge. I can’t believe this is the last week. This was so much fun. Thank you for putting up the challenge. :)

Feedback, as always, is really appreciated. 

Prompt: “With this face I can get away with anything”

Originally posted by acklesjensen

You couldn’t believe this. After everything, after all you’d been through, this couldn’t possibly be happening to you. You had walked into the bar that night to get drunk and probably screw some unsuspecting bastard. You had gotten into the bar to forget the screams of the children as the wendigo ripped them right in front of your eyes, before you could kill it. And you had gotten into that bar to erase that handsome face which was etched into your memory.

You had come here in your futile attempts to forget Dean Winchester.

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anonymous asked:

Know any witty and funny fics that are comprised mainly of notes sent back and forth between the Marauders and Lily? Stories that still have a strong plot would be great!!!

Check out this post, plus these fics all either have texting or letters heavily involved in the story.

Title: Letters From Lily Evans to James Potter aka Potter aka Arrogant Toerag That She Will Never Send, Vol I.
Author: Bob_The_Other_Zombie
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance, Humour
Chapters: 14
Word Count: 21,592
Summary: After yet another fight with Potter, Lily’s assignment in detention is to vent her feelings on paper by writing letters to him and never sending them. Only problem is, the fights keep happening, and then suddenly seventh year is approaching and Lily doesn’t know what her feelings are anymore.

Title: Letters
Author: GhostOfBambi
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance, Humour
Chapters: 7
Word Count: 23,975
Summary: Abandoned by her best friend and suffering the torment of her hideous older sister - and her sister’s hideous boyfriend, Lily Evans thought she was in for a boring summer. James Potter had other ideas.

Title: The White Album
Author: cgner
Rating: M
Genre(s): Romance
Chapters: 11
Word Count: 63,083
Summary: James poses as an advice charm in Lily’s diary. He’s really got to start thinking through his shenanigans.

Title: Blind Dating 
Author: MPPMaraudergirl
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance, Humour
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 16,785
Summary: Jily Muggle AU: After being set up on a blind date neither agreed to, Lily and James decide that fake dating and staging a horrendous breakup would be the perfect pay-back for their friends’ scheme. But after a while, who can say what’s real and what’s fake?

Title: stuck on the puzzle
Author: jaylocked
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance, Humour, Fluff
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 19,977
Summary: Lily Evans: journaler extraordinaire, self-proclaimed grandmother, and most definitely not falling for either James Potter or her pen pal.  a tale told through journal entries, letters, existential Quick Quotes Quills, and James Potter’s terrible handwriting

Title: Swipe Right (Into My Arms)
Author: a_lrightevans
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance, Humour
Chapters: 2
Word Count: 1,828
Summary: Her thumb hovers over the unmatch button for a second, but then she switches back to his profile, and he really does have nice arms, so she just types out ‘you’re a massive prat and terminator is a shite movie, anyway’ and hits send instead.  (James and Lily Tinder au)

Title: These Words 
Author: WeasleyWannabee
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance, Humour
Chapters: 26
Word Count: 59,447
Summary: Lily and James’s story, told entirely through scribbled notes and letters.

Title: Letters 
Author: maraudersforever81
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance, Humour
Chapters: 9
Word Count: 4,754
Summary: A series of witty, clever, and humorous correspondences between Lily and James during the summer before their seventh year.

Title: I Write Complacent Notes of Correspondence, Not Love Letters
Author: twilightstargazer
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance, Humour
Chapters: 8
Word Count: 31,608
Summary: Lily and James exchange letters throughout their summer. Madness ensues. Set in the summer before seventh year. L/J.

Title: Three Swipes, You’re Out
Author: twilightstargazer
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance, Humour
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 4,342
Summary: Sports star James Potter tries to pick Lily up on tinder. Lily Evans, a dedicated not sports fan is offended by the idea that someone thinks she wouldn’t recognize James Potter’s face. She laughs about it with her friends at a bar, until James Potter, who also frequents that bar, comes over to clarify that nope, he’s on tinder, and he’s definitely hitting on her.