hmm who else is there

anonymous asked:

could you talk a bit about why you like monarchshipping? (if not it's ofc ok, its ur blog after all) i could never quite wrap my head around it, except from a selfcest approach maybe

Sure, thanks for your ask! 💕

The reason why I like the ship is pretty easily explained: Yami/Atem always was my most favorite character. Yami and Atem (3000 years ago) are quite different, so why not have some fun and ship them with each other~

To make this whole thing work you’ll of course have to think about the how.

One little story plot I always liked was this:

Yami can’t remember anything about his past. He wanders through the endless labyrinth of the millennium puzzle, searching for answers in the countless rooms lying behind all these doors. There’s a fragment of Atem left, the one that contains his personality and all the memories from egypt. The fragment of a pharaoh’s soul. In some lonely nights they may be able to meet, behind one of these doors. No one knows exactly who the other one is, but they find ease in each other’s presence. Securely wrapped in the arms of a strong pharaoh the darkness would get chased away for one night.

~ ~ ~

There was a German oneshot where Yami won the final battle and was still residing in Yugi’s body. But he knew he didn’t belong in this world. When the time came, Atem’s arms reached out and pulled Yami into the mirror, taking him with him, taking him home.

~ ~ ~

With DSoD we get a lot of new possibilities to ship Atem with AI Yami. Just imagine Kaiba finding a way to bring Atem back from the afterlife. Atem is naturally curious, so when he learns from a suddenly-very-flushed Kaiba that he created a mirror of him, he of course wants to see him.
Atem would be fascinated by the person Seto created, and he wants to find out what exactly Yami can do. Atem is cocky and adventurous and a brilliant gamer. But so is AI Yami, not only getting spoon-fed information from Kaiba, but also having access to countless things in the world wide web. 
Kaiba stares dumbfounded when Atem and his counterpart start heatedly making out.
“I mean… who could know better what I like than myself?” The pharaoh grins mischievously.

Hmm…Sansa is often related to birds. I wonder if that’s foreshadowing for a future relationship.  Who else has bird language in their storyline?

Robert Arryn: Vale Falcon & (Sweet)Robin

Me: Hmm…cute, but probably not.  Who else?

Petyr Baelish: Mockingbird

Me: Eh…given the current situation in the books and the show, I don’t think this ship will sail for long.  Who else?

Harry Hardyng: Falcon

Me: Probably not going to happen.  I don’t think we’ll see much more of him in the books.

Me: Let’s see, what other “bird” characters are there?

The Three-Eyed Raven/Crow

Me: Look, I know this series tends to have age gaps in couples, but this is ridiculous!  So that leaves…

The “Crows” of the Night’s Watch

Me: Sam’s taken.  What other “crows” do we know?

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Tiny Jim is a pain-in-the-arse!

He complained about standing all the time so found him something to sit on:

“A peanut box? This is fecking humiliating.”

Well, you wanted to sit down.

“My feet don’t even reach the ground-”

Desk.

“Whatever… don’t interrupt. Look! I’m dangling here like a fecking toddler!”

*sigh* Okay… I’ll find something more suitable.

A while later…

Happy now?

“It’s an improvement, I’ll grant you.”

So… can you put the gun away?

“No. I might have reason to shoot you.”

Do you have any idea how much damage it wouldn’t do to me, little fella?

Little fella? How dare you! I’ll have you drawn and quartered for that, you-”

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Here… have a cushion.

“Oh… thanks… I suppose.”

Gracious as ever… Now what are you doing?

“Well, I put the gun away, didn’t I? What more do you want?”

How ‘bout you stop messing around with offensive weapons on my desk?

“You’re the offensive one. Is there any tea?”

Jesus; what did your last slave die of?

“If you want to find out just keep on failing to make me a cup of fecking tea!”

Alright, keep you titchy trousers on.

“Titchy! How dare-”

Here! Tea!

“Thanks. That’s a good cuppa…”

Ah… so you can be gracious.

“What the hell is that supposed-”

Does sir require anything else?

“Yes.”

Hmm?

“That weird Irish chap who plays me.”

Andrew Scott.

“That’s the one. I want his autograph.”

You don’t ask for much, do you?

“That isn’t much; he’s just some pointless Paddy.”

Bit like you then.

“Hey!”

Okay, okay! Here… have it!

“Christ! It’s huge!”

Not it’s not; you’re tiny.

“Fuck off!”

I give up. *heartfelt sigh*

heneed-somemilk  asked:

Drabble request please! Fbawtft Dialogue: Newt: I'm really sorry, it's just she- Reader: it's fine. I'm used to coming in second place. ANGSTY PLEASEE Maybe Newt stands reader up for Leta and they see each other back at home and the reader is just so tired and sad that they don't bother arguing 😭

Newt’s tie hangs untied from his neck, draping pathetically around his wrinkled button down, grazing the skin of his chest that peeks out from under the top two open buttons.

He lets a long sigh out from between his lips. “I’m really sorry. It’s just she-“

“It’s fine.” You mumble, hands twisting the bedsheets into knots. “I’m used to coming in second place.”

“It’s not that you’re second place. I love you, I really do.”

“Newt, there’s no point.”

He bites his lip, staring at you from the door frame, obviously torn between staying with you and crossing the hall to the spare bedroom. “She needed me.”

Your anger flares at that sentence as you wipe away a tear trailing over your puffy cheek. “And I don’t?”

Newt’s shoulders slump. “I know you need me to, but her friend’s out of town. Leta had no one else.”

“Who do I have outside of you? Hmm, Newt?” You can’t help the next few tears that escape your eyes when your voice breaks. How did you let him get you here? “I’ve given up my entire life for you and look where it has gotten me. I’m sitting here crying and my own boyfriend, the one I’ve supported for years and years and gave up my own dreams for, doesn’t want to help me. One night, Newt. All I’m asking for is one night.”

You hate your sniffle, the way it sounds in the silence of the room as Newt looks down to pick at the dirt under his nails.

When he replies, it’s so quiet you can barely hear it. “You chose to give it all up.”

“Because you promised it’d only be a year. Newt, it’s been five, and I haven’t complained. I’ve put you first this entire time.” Your heart sinks as you realize the truth of what you’re saying. “When are you going to put me first?”

He opens and closes his mouth once before the lines in his face harden, turning from ashamed exhaustion to frustration. “You think it’s been easy traveling with you all the time? You don’t think I haven’t felt guilty watching you give up your friends and family for me?”

“You never said anything.”

He rubs his bloodshot eyes, voice rising. “Because I had things to do. You’re an adult, couldn’t you have stepped up and said something?”

The tears come faster and faster as he runs a hand through his messy hair and shakes his head.

“I don’t have time for this. I’m sorry, but Leta needed someone. I’m had to go be with her.”

You tremble all over your body as he turns. “Fine. I’ll just go if that’s all I mean to you.”

Newt stops, back still to you, reaching up to rub the back of his neck before he breaks your heart in two.

“Maybe you should.”

The Game

Originally posted by fotokopicibierkek

This is the third part to Dinner Party.
While Dean and Reader are locked in the room. Amber deciding to take things into her own hands.

Reader X Dean Winchester

Warnings: Death, suicide, blood. Sad. (no I didn’t cry while writing this…. It was like two tears haha)

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Let me know if you wanna be tagged in the next chapter or anything else I write :) 


“Hmm let’s see who should go first?” Says the voice it sticky sweet. I knew that she was smiling wherever she was.

“Oh I know. I’ll flip a coin heads the boys first tails the girls first. Sound fair?”

“Get on with it. I’m starting to get bored.” I say trying to distract myself and maybe the others with being cocky.

“Well alright then Missy Ladies first. Since you are so bored Y/N why don’t you start us off by flicking Dean’s nose.” She says followed by a giggle.

“What?” I ask looking at the TV since that is where her voice is coming from.

“You heard me flick his nose like the bad boy he is.”

“Are you serious?”

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Light Cobert… continuation of a scene from 4x01 . Drabble, definitely. I just want to write cause i miss them :)

Robert watched as Cora sunk further into their bed, disappointed with the news from Mrs. O’Brien’s letter. He, however, had to restrain his desire to do just the opposite and get out of bed and jump about in celebration. Looking at the deflated expression in her eyes, he couldn’t. He didn’t understand why Cora felt such loyalty to O’Brien when the woman clearly did not return the same feelings. At the sound of Mrs. Hughes shutting the bedroom door behind her, he spoke up.

“Unbelievable! Well, not really. She’s always been dodgy – O’Brien.”

Cora clenched her eyes shut in frustration and rubbed her temples. “Don’t be smug.”

“I’m not,” he defended simply and rolled toward her. “I am sorry it’s happened but-” he paused before finishing in a satisfied breath, “-I was right.”

“Robert!” she swatted the back of her hand below his shoulder.  He clutched at her wrist before she had time to pull away and kissed the base of her thumb in apology before she retracted her hand.

“Don’t worry. I think she’s much more suited to be working for Susan – who is arguably much dodgier than your O’Brien.”

“She’s not my O’Brien anymore,” Cora corrected bitterly.

“No, she’s not,” he bit his lip to keep from smiling.

“Can’t you even hide that you’re pleased by this?!”

“Why? You would know I was pretending.”

“Robert…” she scowled.

“Alright, alright. I’m finished. You heard what Mrs. Hughes said though. She can take over today and then Anna until you can find somebody else.”

“And if I don’t? I can’t expect Anna to take on the extra work for long.”

“Hmm.  Who else would be qualified for the job?”

“Well, I suppose the housemaids-” she started.

“But who else already has experience with the job?” he wriggled subtly closer to her.

“Besides Anna? Madge…” she thought as she noticed the conniving look glimmering in his eyes. His inched in closer so their cheeks almost pressed. “Oh.  Honestly, Robert.”

“Hey, you guessed it,” he chuckled in her ear.

“But you don’t have experience with the job,” she contradicted matter-of-factly.

“Well, I do with almost half of it,” he insisted. “And I’m a fast learner. I mean it. Don’t ring back for Mrs. Hughes. You may need to guide me along at first. But I can dress you. Why not?”

“You’re not serious?” she examined him.

He remained silent beside her.

“Are you?” she hesitated.

He rose from their bed, feeling her eyes searing his every move as he went to ring for Mrs. Hughes. “No,” he finally said. “I’m not. I wouldn’t want to mix work with pleasure, would I?” he sauntered back toward their bed.

“I don’t know. Would you?” she blushed.

“No. Besides, my work is already done here, darling,” he stood beside her and leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead.

“What’s that?” she shook her head, smiling.

“Distracting you from the dreary news from that dreary woman,” he stated. “It worked, didn’t it?” he had a skip in his step as he approached his dressing room door. She shrugged, staring at his retreating form, unable to deny it.  “Mrs. Hughes and Anna will take care of you, far better than O’Brien could if you ask me. I could do it better too, of course, but-”

“-You don’t want to mix work and pleasure. I know.”

His eyebrows raised in confirmation along with his darkened gaze over his shoulder before he turned the door handle to enter dressing room.

Reputation; Series (Part 5)

Summary: Zhang Yixing was a typical jock. He had the looks, athleticism, and cockiness, all the makings of a football boy. Though he was popular and had people around him at all times, he didn’t talk much. There had to be another side to him, and you needed to find out.


PART 5

Genre: Fluff

Member: Chanyeol and Lay

Words: 3,004

A/N: I haven’t proof read (as usual), so sorry for any errors.


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Priceless Treasures and Frozen Fortunes | Chapter 1

Fandom: Yuri!!! On Ice

Rating: T

Summary: Yuuri Katsuki is a ballet instructor and figure skater by day, and a phantom thief by night. Victor Nikiforov is the lead detective of the Eros case, pursuing the elusive phantom thief and trying to (romantically) pursue Yuuri.  

The good news: they’re one in the same and they’re falling in love

The bad news: they’re one in the same and they’re falling in love

Pairing(s): Victor/Yuuri, implied other pairings

Notes: And now for something completely different from what I usually write!

Like everyone else that’s written for this AU, I was inspired by @samochas art and just had to write something for it! I want to say that some of the other fics for this AU inspired bits and pieces of this, but for the most part it’s my own ideas for this take on the AU (also with some help from kai and talia for some of the roadblocks with my plotting/outlining) Also, huge thanks to kai for looking over this chapter/editing! I also have chapter notes for this fic here, which I recommend you look over either while reading this chapter or afterwards!

Anyways, hope you all enjoy my contribution to the phantom thief AU!

Chapter Word Count: 2,195

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3 Fandoms

I was tagged by @spideronthewindow  and wow I’m suprised you didn’t tag me in some weird meme

Rules: Chose any three fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions. Then tag some friends!

I chose:

  • Soul Contract / Ling qi
  • Touken Ranbu
  • Twin Spirit Detectives

First character you loved:

  • Duanmu Xi
  • Okitagumi
  • Xiaohu

Character you relate to the most:

  • Qin Shiyao, when she worships the guy she likes
  • KK in toumyu when he gets harassed by and annoyed at the old guys
  • Xiaotu having no money

Character you’d slap:

  • People who bullied Luoyue in the past
  • The Kebiishi
  • Bad guy who killed his older brother who was doing everything he can to save his life

Three favourite characters (in order of preference):

  • Screw this I’m not doing it in order, Luoyue, ehh hmm who else
  • Ichigo, Tsurumaru, Mikazuki, Kogitsune, Papa, Kosetsu, Souza, Namazuo, Juzumaru, Kiyomitsu, Yasusada, Midare, Monoyoshi, Sada, Yagen, Mitsu, Hasebe, Gokotai, Kunihiro
  • Xiao hu-tu, Bian for the lols he brought

Character you liked at first but not so much anymore:

  • No one
  • Naki? I don’t dislike him either, just not as much
  • No one

Character you did not like at first but they’ve grown on you:

  • Qin Shiyao
  • Mikazuki Munechika
  • ehh few

3 OTP’s:

  • Xihua, Xuanxi (mother and daughter), Xiren + xuan (LOL)
  • Tsuruichi tsuruichi tsurich- I mean Kogimika (???) and Okitagumi (as friends??)
  • Xiaohutu, Jamian (Bian + Jamie), Me and that Black card $$$

I’m tagging: @astraviolet @ryuukoizawa @nanakoblaze (cos why haven’t you done it yet?)

anonymous asked:

Can't believe there are people out there hatin Rhea's bitch ass while lovin Mon-El's like what the fuck, ok. They're like "Rhea abuses" "Rhea owned slaves" "Rhea murders" Hmm bitch, who else does that remind you of? Oh wait, your precious piece of stale white bread. I fucking hate those people.

“people” u mean karamel supporters

I’ve come to the conclusion that Markiplier and Thomas Sanders must never collaborate, because the product of the two of them working together would cause the universe to explode into a mushroom cloud of rainbows and puppies and the physical embodiment of well-meaning adorable.

anonymous asked:

Any tips for writing Dimple's character?

hmm… the real dimple, the one who isn’t pretending to be anyone else (i.e. isn’t taking on the role of a cult leader) is like… ok let’s make this a bulleted list because those are way easier to read than some convoluted paragraph

  • he talks in a pretty coarse way and isn’t polite to anyone
  • he has a low-key cocky attitude (as an upper level evil spirit) but isn’t afraid to act pitiful in order to manipulate someone
  • he’s good at manipulation but somehow not very good at acting, i.e. he’s kind of an open book when it comes to facial expressions (so he might also act pitiful for non-manipulations reasons, such as being terrified)
  • he doesn’t hesitate to call someone out for doing something weird/dumb (unless he fears for his own safety)
  • he is not good at estimating the power level of his opponents (e.g. first encounter with mob, first encounter with teru, distant past encounter with mogami, the beginning of his encounter with shibata)
  • he may tease people in an elbow-jab-in-the-side kind of way but doesn’t really mess with them too much otherwise
  • he’s very passive and almost always plays the role of an observer unless he feels he has no choice but to intervene
  • he doesn’t really care about actively helping people achieve their goals, but if he’s bored he might play along because why not (e.g. helping reigen on days when mob is busy, following mob and reigen with a megaphone as they jog in training for the marathon, etc.)
  • he generally doesn’t start shit unless he’s Very Upset with someone or feeling extraordinarily confident
  • he seems to be unwilling to actively hurt someone but not particularly concerned about letting people get hurt if he’s not directly involved
  • he’s smart and good at analyzing people… but mob is kinda in his blind spot in that respect, even now
  • he does not possess some random guy (security guard) and hang around reigen’s office with a smug grin on his face
  • he does not keep tabs on random security guards whom he possessed several months ago for a total of like 1 hour so that he can track them down and possess them when he decides he needs some meat hands to touch reigen with
  • if he does possess someone, he’ll most likely go for whoever is most conveniently nearby in that situation
  • he can interact with physical objects (e.g. that omake where he’s like “i can’t possess shigeo, can i carry him with my strength?!” and tries to pull him, e.g. dropping a single piece of rubble onto serizawa’s head) but he can also phase through walls and stuff
  • he is not used to being trusted or relied upon

aishiteru-otome  asked:

Can I request Eisuke x Mc-chan # 55 please (^_~)/ ~ <3

First Night Out
MC x Eisuke Ichinomiya (KBTBB)
Rating: G
Also available on Wattpad

After confessing our love for each other, Eisuke and I have gone to many dinner parties, events and I.V.C.s. But, we’ve never gone on actual dates alone. Warmer weather means more traveling and that meant more travelers staying at Tres Spade. Between that and events hosted every week, I was beginning to feel worn down. My shift just ended and I’m out of uniform when I get paged. But not to the penthouse…

I head to the lobby where Eisuke is waiting for me. Even in casual clothes, his presence is overwhelming and I can’t help but admire the view. He’s talking with Mr. Kenzaki who indicates that I’ve arrived. “Cutting it close, [___].” Eisuke stood with arms crossed and smirked at me as Mr. Kenzaki bowed and went off somewhere.

“You called just as I was finishing changing,” I said, looking at him curiously. “Why are we meeting here?”

“We’re going on a trip,” Eisuke said as he turned and made his way out of the hotel to a waiting limousine. I trotted close behind to keep up and climbed in as he waited for me before climbing in himself and the chauffeur pulls out onto the street.

I sat in silence for a while, watching the scenery pass us by until I noticed that we were leaving the city. “Where are we going?” I turned to Eisuke for answers but all he did was smirk as he glanced are me before going back to checking things on his phone.

“You worry too much,” He said as he pulled me closer to him. “Just let me take care of things and you just sit here and relax for once.”

I furrowed my brows a bit as I looked at his face for clues, but that grin Eisuke wore told me I better stop or else I’ll get punished and that could be a bad thing. I rested my head on his shoulder as he held me during this peaceful ride and drifted off to sleep.

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