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Unbearable Distance [pt 2][Prince Sidon/Reader]

Title: Unbearable Distance [pt2]
Pairing: Prince Sidon/Reader [you]
Summary: The fear of Sidon’s presence being known grew with each attempt to thwart him from visiting you. You figured his persistence had to be a princely attribute.

Unbearable Distance PART ONE
A Time For Us [Sidon/Reader]
Acrophobia [Revali/Reader]
Chance Encounter [BOTW Link/Reader] [spoiler free]

a/n: finally! here’s part two to unbearable distance. if all goes according to plan there will be up to two more parts for this. we shall see.

requests are still open. i hope that you enjoy reading this! i would greatly appreciate feedback!

Under any other circumstances, the sight of your unconscious sister with her limbs sprawled across the beige sands of the shoreline would had struck you with a twisted sense of delight, yet you felt nothing of the sort presently. The young woman’s ear-splitting screech would be enough to deter even the mightiest of beasts, the most brazen of foes, and then reduce common folk to a quivering mess.

It would be a surprise if the whole village hadn’t been alerted that something was amiss, or at the very least to her. Hylia bless her, as much as you cherished your sister, she didn’t have much of a backbone to keep her upright in times of terror. Although you could say that you were currently experiencing a tangible amount of what she usually did at any moment she was startled.

You trudged across the short expanse of sand, driftwood, and jagged stone to where she laid, digging your knees into the soggy ground as you lifted her until she sat upright and thumbed across the narrow gash on her temple. She definitely had earned it in her graceful collapse.

“Gracious! I didn’t expect for her to react like that. I only thought to introduce myself as your lover.”

“Damnit, Sidon!“

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Originally posted by vikabreeze

 Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the story itself. Please do not copy or credit this as your work. Photo above is not mine.

Pairing: Haytham Kenway x reader

Requested by Elly: You’re Thomas Hickey’s distant cousin and you have the tendency to snoop around his work (trying to figure out who the Templars are) - you find Haytham to be the most interesting one.

Warnings: none

Words: 1731

Tagging: @writingsofawaywardnerd @freedomaboveallelse (Thomas is still banned in my heart just so you know) @bunnyyumyum @sailingalongchampagneshores @thepandadrawer @romancingthecreed @rooks-and-blighters @scarlet-marionette @kebeo @amarabliss @imakemyownblog @thehalodiaries

A/N: I woe the person who is Thomas Hickey’s cousin (aka Sao) unless you’re cool with it (aka Sammy). Also, what is it with Templars and word counts?

Of all the things you expected your family to be embroiled in, it was some hidden organization under the sheen of a revolution.

You had been living in America with your cousin Thomas Hickey for the span of a year and you were ever so grateful that your parents were rich enough to buy you a separate house from your more…rambunctious cousin.

Whenever you visited, if you even did bother, you would find Thomas stumbling around with a bottle in hand or catch a woman leaving with mussed hair and rumpled clothes, shoes in hand.

But one day as you were cleaning up after another one of Thomas’s messes, you saw someone with dark hair leave what appeared to be a package on the front porch. Curious, you took care of the last few beer bottles and opened the door. Sure enough, there was an inconspicuous unmarked packet with a tiny cross stamped on the corner as if that were any indication of who had delivered it from.

Your fingers toyed with the seal as you heard heavy footsteps approach the foyer and you hide the letter within your skirts. Thomas groggily walks into the banister with tired eyes and a yawn about to leave with his alcohol-laced breath.

“Didn’t expect you ‘round anymore. Not after what happen’d that very pleasuring night a week ago.” He remarks and bears a grin at you that you are sure he shoots at any woman in the tavern every night after many rounds of drinks.

“Thomas, that was two nights ago. Go back to bed, for the love of God.” You sigh as you attempt to keep the letters in your skirt. He rolls his eyes at you and mutters something that contained the words ‘mother’ and ‘not here to scold me.’.

You wait for the bedroom door to slam shut before you uncover the letter and carefully pry it open as you look behind your back to make sure no one was lurking in Thomas’s house. Not that you knew of anyone that would even be around in the first place.

The only thing that was inside the envelope was a single letter and a map with arrows and circles and words that made no sense to you it what could be assumed to be some form of code written all over the place.

You looked through the contents of the letter only to find a brief neatly written message inside.


Charles and I have finalized the plans for tonight. We meet at the harbor at dusk. Do not be late again.

May the Father of Understanding Guide You,


You carefully slide the letter and map back into the envelope as quietly as you could least Thomas woke up again, though the chances of that were unlikely as hell raining on Earth in the next second. Birds begin chirping as you hesitantly walk into Thomas’s study and place the envelope’s contents into an open drawer filled with even more letters of the same nature.

You close the door behind you and lock it softly as you dug through the piles of parchment littered all around the wooden drawer. A few were sent by a William and more from a man named Charles who you could only assume was the same person from the earlier letter. However, most of the letters written to your dearly beloved cousin was from the same Haytham that wrote to him in the morning letter.

Out of all the three, this Haytham seemed to be the most intriguing one in a strange way. From what you could gather, he seemed to be the one leading the little quartet Thomas had gotten himself involved in when he wasn’t within range of a brothel and he was paying your cousin a tidy sum for his services.

And of wealthy upbringing as well.’ You thought as you stored the letters away in its haphazard state. A loud knock on the front door snapped you out of your thoughts quickly as you tried to remain calm. You slowly unlock the study door and peek outside slightly through the gap in the door.

The only glimpse you could catch before you forced yourself into the adjacent room were two dark-haired men, one with a medium-length ponytail and the other a tricorn on his head.

You prayed Thomas would sleep through the racket and indeed he did as you could hear the men’s voices drift into the main parlor room.

“He must be at the brothel then, Master Kenway.” The ponytailed man spoke and you opened the door a little bit wider to catch a better look at your cousin’s visitors.

“Yes, I suppose he is. He’ll see our news soon enough. Come along now, Charles.” The tricorn wearing man replies calmly and you can only make the obvious deduction that Charles was the one with a ponytail on full display which seemed to shine slightly under the sun.

Which meant that his companion was either Haytham or William and based on the way he spoke, you think, it must’ve been Haytham with all of his pomp and authority on Charles.

Interesting.’ You think as you carefully slip the recently sent letter under Thomas’s door and leave quickly (and hopefully as quietly) out the front door.

You stare at the roaring fire as you sip on the last remnants of your tea while the stars fully appear in the night sky. The sound of crackling wood echoed around the parlor as you poured yourself another cup of tea before a heavy rap to the front door brought you out of your peaceful evening.

You dubiously moved towards the curtains and pulled them back slightly to see a dark blue tricorn with a gold trim. It was that man, Haytham.

‘What is he doing here? Did he see me at Thomas’s house?’ You think as you move to open the door.

You manage to keep a relatively calm composure as you finally gain the confidence to look at Haytham in the eye and you immediately want to turn your gaze away from him. There was no doubt inside of you that your previous assumptions about the man were correct. The only question you had was how Thomas came in contact with a person like Haytham.

“Ms. Y/N L/N?” Haytham asks and you nod.

“That’s me. And you are?” You respond with a passive expression, afraid of what might happen if he caught onto your ruse.

“Haytham Kenway, at your service. You’re Thomas Hickey’s cousin, aren’t you?” He inquires and you try to relax even though he seemed to be trying to wipe away your visage with a sharpened gaze.

“Yes, I am. Why? Has something happened to Thomas?” You answer and your heartbeat starts to rise slightly.

“Perhaps it’s better if we discussed this inside. May I?” Haytham replies and your heart doesn’t start to quell until you lock the door behind you.

You pour another cup of tea and hand it to Haytham as you sit on the red cushioned chair at the arm of the couch Haytham was sitting on.

“What happened to Thomas?” You ask after what seemed like a painful eternity consisting of your thumping heart and minuscule beads of sweat rolling down the side of your face.

Haytham places his teacup on the side table as he clasps his hands together.

“Nothing has happened to Thomas for the time being. I do have a question for you, Ms. Y/N. Were you at his house earlier today?” He questions and you want to throw up the tea you had just swallowed.

“Yes, I was. But I was only there to say a few words with him before I left.” You reply. It wasn’t the full truth, but it wasn’t a complete lie.

“Did you see anyone delivering anything to Thomas’s door this morning before you left?” Haytham inquires and you set down your now empty cup.

“No, I didn’t. Was there anything I needed to give to Thomas?” You answer and he seems to relax slightly as he takes his teacup again.

“No, there wasn’t. I do appreciate your honesty, however.” He responds and you want to blame your slowly growing blush on the warm fire.

You had to admit to yourself that Haytham Kenway was a charismatic, good-looking man. No doubt he had used his charms to get whatever he wanted or needed before in his life.

“I admit, you aren’t anything like your cousin. For someone of your status and lifestyle, you are quite the young lady.” He remarks and you can’t help but revert back to your thoughts.

“Thank you, Mr. Kenway. Though I will say that Thomas can be a worthy friend on some occasions.” You smile briefly and you see something light up in his eyes. Possibly from your remark about Thomas, you think.

“He has been nothing but helpful so far, Ms. Y/N. I wouldn’t worry too much.” Haytham replies and while that should comfort you, it doesn’t.

“What is he doing with you, Mr. Kenway? My dearest cousin hasn’t told me much about his activities as of late.” You mention casually and you see the tension arise in Haytham’s body again. The red cross you remember stamped on the corner of the envelope forces itself into the front of your mind again. He looks out the window and it was like he yearned to be outside again. Away from whatever tension this conversation had given him.

“I’m afraid that the answer to that question will have to wait another day. Perhaps tomorrow at noon? I promise that I will answer them then.” He responds and you feel the corner of your lips tug into a small smile.

“Are you trying to court me, Mr. Kenway?” You ask coyly and you can see a hint of a smile dance across his face.

“Perhaps. Will I see you here at noon?” Haytham asks and stands up. You stand up as well and take a confident stride towards him to kiss him on the cheek.

“I will. I’ll see you tomorrow then, Mr. Kenway.” You say so quietly that it could have been a whisper. He kisses your hand and shows himself out as you stare at the slowly dying fire, wondering what you had gotten yourself into this time.

thefabulousone9  asked:

Hey I'm​ still pretty new to the tumbls so I'm not sure how this works, but I was wondering if i could get a lil' tythan hc? What if Ethan hurt himself because he broke something and freaked out because of surprise and pain so tol bean Tyler came to his rescue? Thx~~

this is so cute not to make a fic iM SORRY I HOPE YOU LIKE IT NONETHELESS (also fun fact: ty and eth actually live together k bye)

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Kyle Chandler may be the draw for Bloodline, and he’s as solid as ever (imagine Coach Taylor as a detective with the profanity filter turned off), but it’s Mendelsohn that will draw you in. Television has never seen anything quite like Danny Rayburn; He’s oily and conniving, equal parts charming and terrifying. He’s like the dark half of Aden Young’s character in Rectify, the kind of character that disturbs your energy. There’s far more to him than what’s immediately apparent, and most of the fun of Bloodline is getting inside of his mind and figuring out what makes the guy tick. Spoiler alert: It’s pure spite and malevolence.

What’s interesting about Danny, however, is how easy it is to simultaneously sympathize and despise him. He’s that guy you can’t help but want to root for, even though you know it’s never going to work out for him. He’s doomed from the beginning, and the only question is how far he’ll take the rest of the family down with him. He’s not so much an anti-hero as he is a villain you’d like to see win a few battles before ultimately losing the war. He’s a snake, slithering through the lives of his siblings, striking through the pretense and opening up old wounds that have to have the poison sucked out.

Bloodline is engrossing, so much so that somewhere along the way, you may find yourself wondering if you skipped an episode. You’ll start in on episode 7, fall into a trance, and wake up somewhere around episode 10, wondering what happened to the last four hours of your life. Mendelson will hook you immediately, but after four or five episodes — once the pieces begin to fall into place — the story will sweep you along toward the dark and sickly satisfying end, capping the series off with four of the best episodes in the short but stellar history of Netflix’s original programming.

- By Dustin Rowles, Pajiba | Netflix Movies and TV | March 23, 2015 |

villains’ society meeting one year is just everyone comparing the figures (that they’ve stolen obviously) to the real thing and losing their goddamn minds

Two-Brains makes his steal cheese off the snack table. he’s annoyed that the details aren’t quite correct but sincerely loves all of his merchandise

The Butcher thinks his is gross-looking, but everyone disagrees and thinks it looks exactly like him. Granny May fucking roasts him for the rest of the meeting. They later have to evade paying for meat-induced damage to the motel room

Tobey pretends this is The Worst Insult Ever Known To Man but goes home and makes his figure and his WG doll hold hands

Chuck is embarrassed, but shows his mom. She puts it on display in one of the windows and refuses to move it. Brent buys one too and takes it to work with him. Chuck is dead

Whammer destroys his within seconds. It wasn’t on purpose and he’s extremely upset

Mr. Big has actually sued everyone who’s tried to make a figure of his likeness and instead opts to make his own. It’s kind of terrible; Leslie cringes internally. For fairness’ sake he is banned from adding mind control capabilities to any merch of himself (WG merch remains fair game; he still has loads of the talking dolls). They are of course squishy and easy to squeeze

LRW thinks hers are amazing and of course takes at least three. She takes them back to the copy shop to fuck with her boss

Granny May, who organized the figure heist in the first place, ironically can’t find any of her. The Society takes this as a grave insult. Two-Brains offers to cancel his cheese crime that week to seek revenge on the toy company. Granny isn’t bothered. They all look like idiots and would rather sit back and talk shit about how bad everyone looks in plastic. She laughs. her city now

If you haven’t noticed, T-Dog is my third favorite character behind Beth and Daryl and I always try to find just the right place for him in my stories. I’m still trying to figure out his role in Bump. He’ll definitely be there. I just changed the original character I had for him and am back to brainstorming. If anyone has an idea, please let me know!

In His Arms (Jake X MC)

Title - In His Arms (Jake X MC)
Request - “Jake x mc 46 and 66 from drabble” - From Anon
Prompts - “How could I ever forget about you?” And “It was a joke baby, I swear”
Pairing - Jake X MC
Word Count - 541

Heavy breathing woke you as the being whose arms used to be around you tussled beside you and jolted upright.

As you pulled yourself out of a deep sleep you heard a grumbled, “oh god…” and a soft sob that caused your eyes to shoot open.

“Babe?” You tried to call out for him but he turned the other way, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You found his figure through the dark night and as your hand touched his shoulders, you rising to your knees behind him, he flinched at your touch.

“Jake…” you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind him and whispered against his neck, pulling him closer to you.

He originally shook under your touch but with a long sigh soon leaned back against you.

After a moment of cooling down you repeated your previous question softly, “What’s wrong, baby..?”

“A nightmare… Just a nightmare…” he sighed and turned to lean against the headboard, pulling you in his arms with him, and you snuggled closely up against him.

“Are you okay..?” Your hand reached up to his face and rubbed the tears from his cheeks.

“All better now. I’m fine,” he was adamant about being alright, but you didn’t believe him.

“What was it about..?” You were trying to be gentle with your questions but you were desperate to help him.

“A million things… All my fears in one… Mike… You, even..” he sighed, rubbing his eyes and then running his hand through his hair, leaving it to rest on the back of his neck.

“Me?” You were blatantly confused as to how you tied into any of his fears and somewhere deep inside you were terrified of what his answer might’ve been.

“Not you so much as the idea of you…” he paused and then continued reluctantly, “of you leaving me… forgetting me…”

You knew that in his vulnerable state he needed reassurance that you were happy to give, and you were very proud of him for being so open with you, and reassurance is what you gave, your whispers soft and sincere, “*How could I forget you?* I love you, Jake. I love everything about you. I would never leave you.”

He let out a broken chuckle, “I don’t know, I feel pretty forgettable…”

“How could you say that? You’re like the most unforgettable person ever to exist,” you chuckled with him and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.

“*It was a joke, baby. I swear*,” he chuckled as you gently and playfully hit his shoulder.

After you had both calmed down, he rubbed his eyes one last time and snuggled up against you tightly.

“I love you, Jacob Lucas McKenzie,” you grinned.

“I love you, too, MC,” he kissed your forehead and his eyes drifted closed into a peaceful sleep that lasted the rest of the night, you snuggled up against him as he held you in his arms.

tulpamom  asked:

Diedrik: 11, 15, 35, 43


11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies?

He generally avoids sugar, carbs and fat and eats small portions to maintain his figure.

He luckily doesn’t have any allergies, if he did his parents would have thrown him in the garbage and gotten a new kid.

15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?

He never had to cook, so he never learned. There was always someone else to do it for him. Probably doesn’t even know how to make toast.

35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure? 

His guilty pleasure is actually cheating on Kyrie and seeking the affection of other people, like yeah it feels great at the moment and he loves the attention but then he regrets it because he loves her. It’s just that the temptation is too much and he feels validated. It’s a problem.

His unguilty pleasure is getting more money and vacation time than the rest of his employees, he feels he deserves it.

43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people?

He was raised around important looking images of Asclepius and Baphomet but he wasn’t seriously indoctrinated in any religion. If the Lustgardens worshipped a certain figure they weren’t exactly open about it. 

He doesn’t believe in deities and feels extremely offended when patients thank God for saving them when he did all the hard work, lol

Super detailed questions about your OCs

danyela-wolf  asked:

Heeeey could I request some Francey Pants in love headcanons? Cause... We all love that lazy Frenchman ;)))

•he’s aro, so there are two ways I could go with this
•I’m gonna go with the rare platonic option because I’m tired
•those last two points (and this one) were just space fillers because I don’t have many headcanons for François. I’m gonna stop procrastinating now
•he’d probably be kind of confused for a very long time; he doesn’t like people
•after he figured out his emotions, he still probably wouldn’t do a whole lot about it
•eventually, though, he’d befriend the person
•cue drunken staggering across the room followed by failed attempts at conversation
•he’d be freaking out the entire time
•seriously, man, he wants this person to like him
•he’d charm them with his deep philosophical questions about the universe and his vague air of whimsy


Hanezu Odori Dance at Zuishin-in Kyoto City. from Kyoto Dream Trips on Vimeo.

Every last Sunday in March the “Hanezu Odori Dance” (はねず 踊り) is held at the Zuishin-in (隨心院) in Yamashina-Kyoto City. Zuishin-in Temple is dedicated to Ono no Komachi (小野 小町) Kyoto’s most beautiful lady of times past.
There are three performances at different times. First the Hanezu Odori performed by local lovely ladies clad in pink costume danced in honor of Ono no Komachi. Followed by a classical Japanese dance performance by Imayō (今様) accompanied on koto.
The final climax is a dragon dance. A mythical figure together with a lady impersonating “Ono no Komachi” enter the stage. They are followed by four dragons who try to overpower them. The mythical figure draws his sword and cuts the heads of the four dragons.
A fun experience the entrance fee is ¥1.000 included entrance to the plum garden and the inner temple grounds.

avatarwholockthegreatandpowerful  asked:

Hi! I recently figured out that I'm nonbinary and I'm not sure how to go about telling people my pronouns. I use Xe/Xem pronouns because they make me most comfortable, but they're a bit confusing and I don't know how to ask people to use them. Do you have any pointers? Thanks! ~Morey

Well, it’s great you found pronouns that suit you!

You could just be straightforward and say “I’d like you to use these pronouns when referring to me.” You might need to explain them a little bit, maybe give examples of how to use them, maybe provide resources for them to look it up on their own. It might take a few tries for them to great it right, but be patient and correct them. 

For some reason, I used to have serious trouble with ey/em pronouns. Don’t ask me why, they’re simple to me now, but I used to stumble over them all the time. Don’t be surprised if this happens at first with those you ask. For me, it just clicked one day, and it might be the same for them.

I wish you luck!


hi friends i figured since i’m more than halfway to my next hundred, i thought i could do something fun until i got there! and, i’m home for the week so it’d be really cool to do some moodboards for my followers :) 

  • mbf me
  • reblog this post
  • send me an ask with your favorite emoji + one of the following below!!
  • you could request an archive, character, or aesthetic moodboard.
  • if you want an archive moodboard, please send me your aesthetic tag or photography tag!
  • if you want an aesthetic moodboard, please specify which aesthetic (could really be anything!)
  • if you want a character moodboard, just send in which character or ship you’d like it to be of! any fandoms i’ve reblogged are fair game.
  • and that’s it!! this is really just for fun because i do love making these for people c: 

shakesthetics  asked:

for the ship thing can i ask for charm/honor? (that's their names right?) thanks!

  • Who said “I love you” first
    honor! 100% its gotta be honor. i feel as if honors already head over heels by the time charms figuring out his own feelings
  • Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background
    they both do!!!!!!!!! 
  • Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror
    charm, bc hes a loser
  • Who buys the other cheesy gifts
    HONOR, BECAUSE HES A LOSER! flowers and lil books and cute shit
  • Who initiated the first kiss
    charm. theyre standing on the balcony of a ballroom, hidden from the rest of the partygoers, and the night air is cold and charm kisses honor because he has nothing to lose and honor is cute
  • Who kisses the other awake in the morning
    honor is a Hopeless Romantic
  • Who starts tickle fights
  • Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower
    it really just depends on whos in the shower bc they both do tbh
  • Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch
    honor! i think :0
  • Who was nervous and shy on the first date
    honor, cause it like….wasnt much of a date lmao
  • Who kills/takes out the spiders
    mmmm charm
  • Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk
    THEY BOTH DO……………..

anonymous asked:

41 for the fan fic ask

41. List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading

I’m not currently reading anything, but here are some I recently finished. 


The Dating Disasters of Sirius Black

For some reason unfathomable to Remus, Sirius always likes to tell him in excruciating detail about his various romantic problems. Not fluffy. 

The Electric Fizzing Prick Pistols, or Whatever

Everyone is born with Words on their arm that connect them to their Soulmate. James finds his, Sirius had everything figured out back in First Year, Peter doesn’t talk to girls anyway, and Remus thinks he’d very much just like to put his earmuffs back on and disappear.

Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered

“Who died and made you Elvis?”


A Love Potion 

The Slytherin House, more specifically Pansy and Blaise, have been unamused by Draco’s behaviour lately. It has been decided that the perfect punishment would be to give Draco a love potion that would make him act like a love sick puppy around Potter. Nothing happens and the Slytherins can’t figure out why.

A Choice of Wings

A Choice of Wings is Harry’s matchmaking business for Veela who have trouble finding mates. And Draco Malfoy is his most difficult client.