hold on something is wrong with the colours

i. steps in no particular order:
     - hold it snug in the the little burrow of arms & chest & lap
     - curve your hand like you’re holding a heart
     - press the strings until there are dents on your fingers and then press harder
     - hook, drag, bleed, repeat

ii. example:
string snaps against wood
            (difference in timbre adds colour to the soundscape)

iii. tip:
good music embraces dissonance

iv. how much does it cost to restring?

v. example:
something’s dripping onto the floor
            (polyrhythm creates a good groove, keeps listeners interested)

vi. note:
if it hurts, you’re probably holding it wrong

vii. how long does it take to remove carpet stains?

-   a study in instrumental methodology

    vade mecum series, pt. 2 (j)

Hello, friends! I’ve had a few people interested in finding out how I made these gradual-colour gifs I posted recently, so I thought I’d do a tutorial for anyone who wants to give it a go :)

As I’ve mentioned before I didn’t use a tutorial myself, I just figured out my own way of doing it using my Photoshop/gif knowledge and an existing gifset as a guide. I also had to work around a few Photoshop glitches I usually struggle with, so my way might be slightly over-complicated ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) But anyway let’s get started!

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Angry (An Anti and Dark fic)


Shitty writing done in half an hour and I thought “Hey, why not upload it, right?” Took inspo from a post that I think @markired had or answered or something where Dark is there for Anti etc, but I just love the design of Anti and Dark as characters and wanted to explore how it would be to write about them. So, yeah! Enjoy!

WORD COUNT: 2326 words

WARNINGS: Um violence, I guess? There’s a drop of blood? And the title kind of describes the general mood of the story lol


It was 7 o’clock. Dark and Anti sat on the couch, dinner just finished, TV on and playing. Dark sat on the armchair as usual, arms straight on the armrests and legs relaxed outward, nonchalantly giving a vibe of power and assertiveness despite being calm and relaxed. Anti sat lazily on the long couch, leaning on the back of the chair, arm resting on the side, and he lazily slumped his weight onto his arm, concentration dissipated. His foot tapped restlessly, his eyebrows concreted in a downward slope showing his mind were elsewhere than what was playing on TV. Dark knew something was up with him. He never just sat there bouncing his foot. He either zonked on the couch and laid flat, or he was hunched over on the edge of the corner playing video games. Something was wrong. He casually watched Anti for a while longer, trying to solve him like a person solves a rubix cube. However, he was smart, and Anti was just as easy to solve as one of those trivial cubes. To Dark, they were simple. And it was simple to tell how Anti was feeling. He was mad. Something, or someone, had rubbed him up the wrong way.

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carry on, darling, we were built to last


Victor startled so badly at the harsh use of his full name that the dish soap bottle he was holding slipped out of his foamy hand. It promptly crashed into the sink and with a colourful curse Victor jumped back to avoid the water that splashed everywhere. Breathing in relief, he thanked all the gods for keeping his shirt safe and sound before he remembered what startled him in the first place.

When he finally turned to Yuuri, already slightly unnerved, it didn’t help to see him holding Victor’s wedding band, which Victor had taken off only minutes before he began doing the dishes.

“Something wrong?” Victor asked, smiling, and trying really hard to seem natural about it. Meanwhile, his heart thumped against his ribcage a mile an hour and he could feel himself sweat even with the cooling breeze coming from the kitchen window.

Either he was out of practice, or Yuuri had gotten too good at seeing through his fake smiles, because he didn’t even blink, staring straight at Victor as if he was saying, “Do not bullshit me, Victor Nikiforov, I know what you did.”

Yuuri did not say that, though. Instead, he twirled the ring in his fingers.

“This isn’t the ring I got you.” Calm. Collected. Even if his entire face was closed off.

In a single moment, with just one sentence, Victor could feel his entire domestic life slipping through his soap lathered fingers. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out as shame of what he’d done returned to him once again. Grappling for an excuse, apology, anything he could do to salvage the damage, he swallowed.

“Yuuri,” he crooned calmingly, mind a complete blank. “Yuuri, sweetheart–”

“Where’s the ring, Victor?”

There was nothing in Yuuri’s demeanour that proved he was angry, and angry Victor had seen before so he’d know the signs, but the emotionless matter-of-factness was somehow even more grating than the full out anger. Bowing his head as the full weight of the situation settled with him, Victor admitted quietly:

“I lost it.”

“You lost it?” Yuuri repeated, voice as blank as his face.

“I– I really didn’t mean to,” Victor started explaining. “I was washing the dishes, you know, and it was there one moment, and the next it just… I tried to look in the drain, hoped it stopped somewhere on the way down, but it was gone.”

He bit his lip, ashamed, and chanced a glance at Yuuri, who was looking at him with something unreadable in his eyes. Victor gathered up his courage to come closer to his terrifyingly still fiancé, who thankfully did not step away.

“I didn’t want to upset you, so I got a new ring made. I’m so sorry for not telling you, and even more sorry for losing the one that you gave me. It was so special to me, to us… I honestly cried for like an hour after that.”

He offered Yuuri a shaky smile, wishing to unload some of the tension hanging in the stale air between them. It smelled like divorce papers, lawyers and cold nights alone in a bed far too big for a single person.

Victor quickly shook his head, resolutely deciding that he would not let it escalate that far. This was nothing they couldn’t recover from. He hoped.

“When did you lose it?” Yuuri asked.

“About a month ago,” Victor replied, feeling the nervous tingling in his stomach. “But I thought this was the exact replica… How did you know it wasn’t the same?”

Yuuri sighed then and pulled off his own ring to show Victor the inside of the band. There, so tiny that Victor had to squint to see it, was an intricate engraving of half a snowflake that Victor could now tell was one part of the whole – the whole that could only be complete with his missing ring. A tiny detail that could be easily missed if someone did not know it was there. And Victor didn’t. For all the time he was wearing the ring, he never even once looked at the inside of it. Never touched it. Barely even took it off.

And that was his mistake.

His heart tightened.

“Oh, Yuuri… I’m so sorry.”

He took Yuuri’s free hand into his without a care of the remnants of soap still on his skin. Yuuri let him do it, curling his fingers lightly around Victor’s as if to show he wasn’t mad. Victor smiled, a tiny, contrite quirk of his mouth.

“Let’s get this engraved tomorrow then?” he offered.

“Alright,” Yuuri agreed, and Victor squeezed his hand. “But if it ever happens again, or anything like this, in general… just tell me, Victor. Don’t hide things from me. Don’t pretend that everything is fine. I’d rather know from you than find out on my own.”

Yuuri looked him straight in the eye, serious, and Victor nodded, vowing to himself solemnly that if he could only keep one promise in life, it would be this.

“I’ll do my best,” he said.

He lifted Yuuri’s hand to his lips and kissed the golden band that rested on Yuuri’s ring finger. Yuuri smiled at him when he glanced up and relief made Victor’s own smile widen. Until–

“Now finish up the dishes, Vitya,” Yuuri told him, eyes bright with amusement, but Victor…

Victor grabbed the sides of Yuuri’s face in his soapy hands and kissed Yuuri’s smiling mouth with a laugh at the squeak of disgust that came from his lovely fiancé.

Not today, he said to the imaginary divorce lawyer in his head, grinning into the kiss that Yuuri did nothing to deny him. Not today.

A guy in glasses

I finally did the bit of writing which I wanted to do with Saeran in glasses that  mentioned in that post which exploded thanks to @zoecam37 >o<

Stay tuned for the sinful follow-up soon!

Usually, the first thing which you notice when you wake up and go into the kitchen was Saeran was sat at the table, putting his contacts in. It had become a routine for the two of you, seeming as you were both currently living with Saeyoung – you because you didn’t want to stay at Rika’s apartment any more, and Saeran because he was still in the process of getting a normal life back after a horrible childhood and the manipulation at Mint Eye. You would go to make yourself something to eat as well as make a drink, and in the process, you would make a drink of hot chocolate for Saeran.

Today was not like usual. You walked into the kitchen, and there was the sound of… crying? It worried you greatly, and then you noticed Saeran sat at the table covering one of his eyes as he tried to wipe his tears from his other eye.

“Saeran…? What’s wrong?” You worriedly sat down opposite him, and took hold of the hand he was using to wipe his eye. It was a golden colour still, meaning that he hadn’t put his contact in that eye yet. When you realised that he was still covering his other eye, you slowly reached out and eased his hand away. His eye contact was in his hand, but his eye…

“I think some dirt got into m- my contacts… I d- didn’t fucking realise until I started putting it in because I c- can’t see well without them… Then I f- flinched and I m- messed up putting it in…”


The look on Saeran’s face as he sat in the waiting room was quite a picture. After what had happened, Saeyoung had decided that it would be best to have Saeran visit an optometrist. He had to wait a few days for the appointment and in those few days he refused to wear his contacts any more. At first glance, his eye seemed to be fine… But you knew it wasn’t. Saeran would repeatedly bump into things, trip up, and there had been a few unfortunate (yet minor) injuries.

The poor boy was literally blind!

Eventually, Saeran’s name was called out, and he instantly froze. That then led to you having to go with Saeran whilst he had his eyes tested, and the whole time, Saeran kept a firm grasp of your hand. It perhaps didn’t help that his hands were cold and sweaty, but you knew that if it helped to keep him calm and not have him lash out at the optometrist, then you would willingly do it.

“Well, Saeran… Your eyesight in your right eye is particularly bad, presumably because of the incident with your contact lenses that you told me about. Your left eye is a lot better in terms of levels of vision, so I do believe that it would be best if we got you a pair of glasses to use as an alternative to contacts.”

Saeran tensed up, because glasses meant one thing to him… It was something else which made him similar to Saeyoung. That was when you stepped in, and gave him a gentle smile and a reassuring squeeze of the hand. “Not all glasses are like your brother’s, you know. Jaehee wears a fake pair, and they have a simple metal frame. There’s all sorts of styles which you could get, and some would probably look really nice on you!”

“… Okay…”

Another few days later was when Saeran received his new glasses. He hadn’t let you see which frame he had chosen, but he did seem proud of himself that he had been given a choice on which ones to have. In his hand was the glasses case possessing his new glasses, and he seemed to be taking a few moments to pull himself together. Eventually, he opened the case, took the glasses out, and carefully placed them on the bridge of his nose once the arms were behind his ears.

The glasses possessed a simple black frame with a metallic sheen to them, and the way in which they brought out the bright golden colour in Saeran’s eyes…

“You’re… blushing.” And then, he started blushing too. “Wh- Why are you blushing?! I- Idiot!”

“I- It’s not my fault, I’m in the presence of a beautiful, handsome man who looks really hot in glasses?”

With that, Saeran stood up and glanced down at you. Holy shit now the glasses made him look really intimidating! He then approached you, and smirked. “So… You like a guy in glasses, huh…?” He laughed menacingly, walking to behind you as his finger stroked across your jawbone. “Hmm… I don’t regret picking this pair of glasses now, I was hoping that they would impress you…”

“S- Saeran-!” He then pulled you up so that you were stood up, before he turned you to face him. He then pulled the glasses forward so that they were perched on the tip of his nose, and his eyebrow started to raise slightly.

“But if you have a thing for guys in glasses… How come you didn’t fall for my brother?” His nose pressed against yours, and you could feel the cold glasses frame pressing against your skin. “So? Why didn’t you?” God, this was sexy-

“Because I’m used to him wearing them! But you…” You could feel your cheeks heating up as Saeran stepped back, and readjusted his glasses so that they were on him properly once more. “… You look really nice in them glasses… I- I really do!”

“Heh… Maybe I should show you what I look like wearing just glasses…” It took you a moment to comprehend what Saeran was saying, but by that point Saeran already had hold of your wrist, and was pulling you towards his bedroom. “You could’ve told me you had a kink for me in glasses sooner, I would’ve started wearing them a long time ago if that were the case… But I’ll let you have me like this right now, my treat.”

You had never blushed so hard in your life before that point.

Dealing with a loss:


Dealing with a loss:

*you would have been sitting on the couch in your shared apartment with shawn just like any normal night when your phone rang. Picking it up expecting it to be like any normal phone call

*shawn would immediately know that something is wrong by the way your body stiffens in a sudden moment and your eyes widen in horror, the colour draining in your face.

*“what happened?” He would demand as soon as you hang up the phone still in complete shock at the sudden news.

*still in shock you would tell him what you had been told on the phone.

* he wouldn’t offer you empty words or promises that would be broken, he would wrap his arms around you and hold you close to his chest letting you know that he is here for you by his actions.

*you would tell him that you needed to be alone for a little while and he would completely understand leaving you alone in the lounge room, turning the TV off out of respect.

*He would go to your shared bedroom and begin packing you a suitcase booking a flight/preparing to drive to where you needed to be. Understanding that you would want to be with your family to support each other.

*once everything had been packed and ready he would walk out to check up on you only to find you in the same position.

*of course that night you wouldn’t be able to sleep and he would force himself to stay awake with you, placing him arm reassuringly on you when you would cry, or just watch you while you felt completely numb.

*he would try and make you eat even if it was just a bite and take care of everything in the house such as all the cleaning and cooking no matter if you where at your own home or a relatives place.

*shawn would do anything you said, if you wanted to take your mind off of it he would talk to you about anything else he could think of. But if you wanted to stay in silence then he would sit beside you holding your hand reassuringly letting you know that you are not alone.

*when people would constantly call you bringing back the memories shawn would take your phone and hang up. Watching you breakdown on the phone every time you recalled what had happened was not healthy for you. In the end he had turned your phone off completely.

A/n sorry this is short I just don’t have any motivation right now and felt bad for not having posted in so long.

Red (soulmate!Michael imagine)

Summary: A soulmate AU in which you only receive the full spectrum of colours when you meet your soulmate (pls i suck at summaries but it’s good i swear)

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Flufffffy Michael bc who doesn’t love Michael tbh

Originally posted by dimplelashton

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Michael’s sight has been black and white for as long as he’s been alive. 

Ever since he was a little boy and he was moved into the ‘colour impaired’ class along with twelve other students, he’d been taught about the impact of soulmates. He was told that when he met his soulmate, someone who understood him like no one else, he’d get to see in colour.

Across the country you’d heard a similar lesson but, instead of being promised colours, you were told of the deep blacks and crisp whites that would grace your eyes the moment you touched your soulmate.

To Michael the whole concept of having a soulmate felt like some kind of sick joke. There’s over seven billion people inhabiting the earth and you’re supposed to find one person? It sounded impossible.

But, when his bandmates started to receive the full spectrum of colours as they met their soulmates, he began to collect a yearning feeling inside his chest. It was as if only now he was realising what he was truly missing.

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Cloudy With A Chance

Part 20: …of Ex and Why


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Travelin’ Soldier

Summary: Reader is currently deployed in the army to an undisclosed combat area. She has been deployed for nearly two years. Anxiously awaiting her return is her husband and brother as they film for Supernatural. Letter comes informing the family that she may not be heard from for awhile and soon devastating news comes.

Characters: husband!Jensen x Reader, Jared x Reader (Twins), Gen, Shepherd and Thomas.

Words: 1849

Disclaimer: I do not own the title of the song Travelin’ Soldier by the Dixie Chicks at all. I simply thought it could be a little fighting. Not hate towards Danneel either, as this is simply fiction and not real.

Warnings: possible swearing, angst and war.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: This simply came to me. I may write a part two but if you want one let us know. Enjoy!

Originally posted by violet-phantomhive

Originally posted by aflamemandrakes

It was that time again when the homesickness took over her completely, it would nearly shatter her when it with such unforgiving power. The heat was getting to her, her eyes felt like sand would always be inside her sockets. She could literally taste the sand whenever she remotely smiled at her fellow comrades when the pitch of darkness didn’t swallow them whole. Her hands were cracked but the special ointment was used scarcely for when it was truly needed.

She was staring at the blank paper in front of her waiting for the pen in her hand to move. She didn’t know how she could manage to even write the first bit. Y/N felt that if she procrastinated writing the letter then maybe time would stop and she wouldn’t have to imagine the gut wrenching expressions that would come on her families faces.

The Sergeant had graciously allowed each of his soldiers to write a letter to their loved ones informing of the lack of communication soon. They were going to be radio silent to keep their position silent as they came close to their enemies. The war had brought Y/N to the sandy desert on a different continent than her home. Slowly allowing one tear to fall, she began writing.

Hey, buds:

I know must be a special occasion to hear from me more than once this month! I want you to know that I received the pictures of the boys. They’ve grown so much since I last saw them, I can’t wait to hug Shep and Tom. They’ll be the first ones I promise. I don’t have time to write you each individual letters given the reason why I’m writing right now. So I’ll split the paragraphs and keep it short.

Tom and Shep. I hope you’re doing well and behaving! I heard that Tom’s been telling his friends who his hero is. I will admit I cried when you wrote about it bud. You’ll never know so special it feels when you’re nephew announces that his Aunt is his hero. Shep, I know you probably don’t entirely remember given how long I’ve been gone on this tour. When I last saw you in person you were going just beginning to walk! I expect to see you running when you see me next. I’m holding you to it. I love you boys.

Jared, how’s my twin doing lately? I heard about the new season from Jensen and Gen. Damn, you’ve carved out a really nice career. I’m doing okay, still have all my limbs in place if you were wondering. Oh! A new soldier arrived a while back and you wouldn’t believe his name! Samuel Campbell. It blew my mind at how quick my mind went to your character on Supernatural. What are the odds huh? Anyway I hope Gen is okay. I really miss you guys. You wouldn’t believe how much and I’m coming home. I don’t know when but I will come home I promise. See you soon.

Gen! Congratulations on the pregnancy! I’m so excited for you and Jared. The ultrasound was sweet and I loved it. The one thing that got me the most was the picture you sent of the boys kissing you’re belly on each side. The message on the front was beautiful, ‘Aunt Y/N I can’t wait to meet you!’. God I wish I was there so much to help you get everything ready when Jared is filming. To help with the boys. I’m coming home as soon as I can.

Jensen, how. It’s been a rollercoaster the last five years with you. I hope you can forgive me for not being there on Valentine’s Day, your birthday, and my birthday. It killed me when I was informed my time was extended. Nearly two years have passed since I last saw you. I love you so much. You will never know how much and I’m so honoured to have met you, and married you. I’m making a promise to you. The minute I get home, we’re going to begin that family we’ve talked about for years. I miss you.

God the ending of this letter has come. I hate the ending of letters because it means ‘I have work to do’, don’t hate me for the reference haha. Anyway I began the letter talking about a special occasion and it’s probably made you sad and curious. My unit is being moved to an undisclosed area closer to enemy lines. I’ll admit the danger is definitely a lot higher given that after this letter I won’t receive anymore nor will I make anymore until we get back. Don’t worry. The unit’s done this before, which I was just given the go to tell you, and it’s second nature almost. I love you guys and I’ll see you soon.

Much love,

You’re aunt, sister, wife.



The day was nice out, the boys were running around in the backyard while Gen, showing now, stood in the kitchen finishing lunch. There was soft music playing in the background as she would glance out the window to see Shep and Tom on the jungle gym they had. Jared and Jensen were finishing filming, it was the last day for this year, and were due back soon. Today was more of a celebratory brunch.

“Tag! You’re it!” Shep screamed racing away from his older brother.

Gen smiled remembering the time when Tom had coerced Y/N into playing tag a couple weeks before she was deployed. She could remember as Y/N and Jared swore up a storm putting the jungle gym together one hot summer day.

“Son of a bitch!” Y/N screamed waving her hand around.

“You alright?” Jared laughed watching the pain on his twin sister’s face dissipate.

“Fine. Jesus thank god we’re done with this.” Y/N stated stepping back from their masterpiece.

“Give a year or two and we’ll be putting one up in your backyard.” Jared teased. He quickly frowned at how tense Y/N went at his words and how the atmosphere grew uncomfortable, “Are you okay?”

“Jensen and I talked about kids.” Y/N muttered staring at nothing in particular, “It blew into a fight a couple days ago. We’ve been avoided each other, he’s been staying with his sister the last couple of days.”

“That’s why he isn’t here.” Jared hummed, “What happened.”

“We fought about me being deployed. He was pretty upset and so am I. We said some nasty things, he brought up wanting a family and I shot it down. I want kids. I do, but I don’t want them to wonder when their mom is coming home. I see how torn Tom is and he’s not that old nor is he my kid!”

“I’m so sorry.” Jared said pulling her into his arms.

“He said he didn’t know if he could see a life without the possibility of kids.” Y/N sobbed brokenly, “Next thing I know he’s screaming that maybe kids would a horrible idea with my job.”

“He didn’t mean it. You’ll work it out.”

“Jared. I got the date I’m leaving.” Y/N whispered with tears welling up again, “I leave on Monday.”

“What?” Jared’s voice broke, “Does he know?”

“No. He won’t answer the phone. I got a text early this morning telling me that his phone would be off and he needed a couple days.” Y/N replied, “I leave in two days and my husband refused to talk to me.”

“Excuse me.” Jared’s voice broke striding into the house leaving Y/N on the ground broken.

Gen vividly remembered Jared’s voice telling his brother-in-law that Y/N was hurt badly. It didn’t take even half an hour before Jensen was in the backyard sobbing when he found out how long he had with his wife. She had never seen someone regret something that much.

She heard the knock on the door so she called out for a moment before waving the boys inside. Once Shep and Tom were in the living room with colouring books she walked to the front door, she had expected Jared is he had forgot his key. Her smile dropped at the two men in uniform.

“Mrs. Padalecki, we’ve been forwarded information to give to you. It was brought to our attention that you’re husband and Mr. Ackles work specifically during these months. We were informed that if something happened to Y/N during these months we were to come straight to you.” One of the men said handing over a letter.

“Mommy? Who’s at the door?” Gen’s youngest son asked. Gen cleared her throat looking back.

“Honey, go colour with Shep okay?” She smiled watching in thanks as Shep shrugged and walked back to the living room, “Come on it.”

The men followed her towards the kitchen watching as the pregnant woman shakily made herself some tea. They both shook their heads at her offer of refreshments.

“Gen?” Jared’s confused voice called. Jensen and him had walked up to the house seeing the nondescript car parked outside, “Is something wrong?”

Jared and Jensen stopped in the doorway seeing a barely holding it together pregnant woman and two uniformed men standing awkwardly at the counter. Jared and Jensen’s faces dropped at the letter clutched between Gen’s fingers.

“Mr Ackles. Mr Padalecki.” The taller of the two men said solemnly, “Now that you’ve joined we would like to offer our condolences at this time.”

Shep and Tom peeked around the corner watching the adults interact with each other, their mom and dad collapsed into each other while their Uncle Jensen fell to the ground. The boys were confused but watched as the two men walked to the front door smiling at the young boys.

“She co-could still be alive right?” Jensen’s voice cracked.

It had been a long time since Y/N’s last letter and they had been itching to hear from her again, it was shock to learn that Y/N was now considered MIA. Her unit had come back severely injured with one Y/N Ackles missing. In the weeks following the discovery the army had been tirelessly looking for to no avail.

The family of Y/N couldn’t believe the news nor did they believe that she was gone. She was out there, Jensen knew it.

A/N am I a terrible human? Do you want another part?

Part Two

relationships with various art programs

ms paint: really can’t go wrong with ms paint. so many masterpieces have been created in it, even though i no longer use it, it holds a special place in my heart. also it launches faster than ps if i want to invert colours on something real quick. childhood friend.

paint: good for quick image cropping and censoring, you also can’t go wrong with paint. it’s a friend. a dependable pal whom i trust, my best friend

paint tool sai: easy to use even if it has limited abilities. kind of a pain to add any custom brushes, but at least you can bind non-brushes to single keys! better at some things than ps though. i love sai, i’ve spent so much time with it. i like cropping stuff precisely in sai more than ps. sai is my first true love, first passionate romance

photoshop cs6: good because it’s not a subscription thing bad because it doesn’t have a hue cube. my ex-spouse

photoshop cc: good because it has a hue cube bad because it’s a subscription thing. i’m in college so i use this to draw now. and it’s a good program, even if it can take some hoop jumping to do stuff. i’m married to ps cc

3ds max: some things are a pain but overall i like it a lot. also really fun to absolutely demolish your models with a single bevel or chamfer. a new friend, one of those people you meet who’s doing really well for themselves and you’re not super close yet but you are compatible pals and would invite each other out to lunch or a day out

zbrush: like with any 3d program it’s fun breaking things in it, but also, fuck you zbrush. just fuck you. that coworker you don’t like but have to work with anyway, or the group project member you don’t like but have to work with anyway

Opinions (Alec x Reader) Imagine

“We can’t keep doing this anymore” you yelled.

“Why not? We love each other, that’s what should matter. Not their stupid opinons!” Alec screamed back.

“Their opinions mean everything Alec. You and I both know that, we knew when we first started dated6, this it wasn’t going to last forever.” You shouted. “A warlock and shadowhunter don’t belong together in the eyes of The Clave. It goes against everything in this world and what people believe in.”

“What I did believed in at one point but not now, not after I fell in love with you” Alec said while looking at you with tears in his eyes. You needed to end this now, you couldn’t just ruin his life by being with him any longer. It needed to be over.

“Just stop loving me” You yelled once again. Thank the angel that most of the institute was gone out on missions because if not the whole place would be woke up from yours guys screaming match.

“I just can’t stop loving you” Alec said barely above a whisper.

“Well try” you said picking up your stuff from the ground and quickly leaving the institute, never bothering to look back. Isabelle came rushing into the room right after you left. As she heard the racket you guys were making.

“Alec” She said as she saw her older brother siting on his bed crying into his hands. She rushed over to him, not knowing at the time she would spend the rest of the night holding him to make sure he was going to be alright with his broken heart.



  The door open and it showed your older brother Magnus Bane.

“Y/N” He said with a shock tone, looking at the sight in front of him. Here in front of him was you, his baby sister looking like a mess. You had tears running down your face and were soaked from the rain that started to fall on your way over here. He quickly pulled you inside and made you sit on the couch while he ran to get some towels and dry clothes so you could change.

“Here go get change” He offer as he handed you the clothes. One snap of your finger and a quick bluff of purple smoke and you were changed. Magnus kinda stood back for a second it wasn’t like you to use magic when it wasn’t needed. It shocked him a bit but he didn’t say anything but he knew something was wrong.

“You know, it’s okay to cry.” Magnus said as he looked at you. He knew you better then anyone and he could tell that you were holding back tears with everything you have. He also knew you like being the strong one that wouldn’t ever shed a tear in front of someone. You collapse into his arms busting into tears. Letting all your emotions come out. He ran his fingers through your purple hair, the colour of your hair was your warlock unique feature. It was one of Alec’s favourite things about you.

“We broke up” You let out through sobs. Magnus face quickly turns red from anger

“Tell me what do I have to do to make that young shadowhunter pay for breaking my little sister heart” He said with envy in his voice.

“Do nothing, I’m the one that broke up with him. I’m the one that shatter his heart.” You said quietly as you lay back onto the couch. Magnus face turn into a compete look of shocked, weren’t you into love with this boy he thought. Then it hit him.

“You did this for his reputation didn’t you?” Magnus asked

“Yes, its better this way. He can live his life happy with another shadowhunter that the Clave approves of. He can grow old with them where he can’t with me.” You said as you stood up.

“Did you ever think he doesn’t care what The Clave thinks? Or did that not cross your mind” Magnus replied as he also stood up.

“Obviously I thought of that. He doesn’t care but I do. I care how he treated and he not going to be treated badly because he loves me” You yelled.

“You don’t want him to be treated badly but isn’t that what you are doing right now since you broke his heart?” Magnus yelled back. You rolled your eyes and headed towards your room that you had at Magnus place. You knew he was right, you broke his heart you’re the one that hurter him. You did something that you swore you were never do. You would live the rest of your life knowing this. You could fall in love like this again you thought maybe in twenty years or so you could forget about Alec Lightwood.


 “Isabelle someone by the name of Bane is here to see you” Max said as he walked into his older brother bedroom where his siblings were to. Isabelle quickly stood up “Stay here” she said as she made her way out of the room going to see the visitor.As she walked into the main room she notice it wasn’t the Bane she was hoping for.

“What are you doing here Magnus?” Isabelle asked with disgust in her voice. She couldn’t stand to see her brother hurt and looking at Magnus reminded her of the person that hurt him.

“I came to see how your brother was holding up” Magnus answered.

“Why would you care? Are you going to go back home and laugh about this with her? About how she broke Alec’s heart because it’s not funny at all.” Izzy said.

“No th-” Magnus went to speak but Izzy cut him off.

“You know you warlocks think that you can go all around the world falling in love with who ever you want because you guys will live forever probably having tons of lovers in your lifetime. Not even thinking about what it would do to the people that you guys fall in love with.” Izzy shouted at Magnus.

“You would just SHUT UP AND LET ME SPEAK” Magnus screamed. Everyone eyes now fell on the two of them standing in the middle of the room. But with one harsh glare from Izzy everyone turned back to what they were doing not even playing attention to the two them fighting anymore.

“I came here to talk to you, not to fight with you. I wanted to try and come up with a plan to make Alec and Y/N get back together.”

“Come up with a plan?” Izzy laughed “It’s your sister fault that we are in this mess. If you want them to get back together that’s all up to you” Izzy finish as she walked away.


 “I can’t believe that you convinced me to come here” you said as you stood by your brother at his club Pandemonium. This scene wasn’t really your type and being here right after your break up didn’t help.

“What can I say I know my way with words”

“Are you sure you didn’t put a spell on me”

“I’m sure but if it came down to it I probably would of” Magnus said with a smile.

You laugh at him then made your way toward the bar. You order your drink then look around the club. There were so many different kinds of downworlders here but something shined that caught your eye. It was backs of shadowhunters with their swords. You quickly walked up to them to see what they were doing here.

“Many people won’t be to happy when they find out shadowhunters are here” You spoke as you stood behind them.  They turned around and it just happened to be Jace, Izzy, Clary and Alec.

“I don’t think they will care if we don’t hurt them” Jace said “Anyway where is that demon that your brother told us to come get”

“I have no idea what your talking about so that question for him” You said as you pointed towards him in back. In that moment it was like a lightbulb went off in Isabelle head.

“Come Jace and Clary let’s go asked him, Stay here Alec” she said grabbing the two and leaving. Not even giving Alec enough time to answer. Alec looked down at you. You could tell that he haven’t slept in days from the bags under his eyes. Also that he have been crying since his eyes were bloodshot. You would of looked the same if it wasn’t for your magic, times like this you were thankful for it.

“Did you set this up?” He asked

“Yes because I wanted to talk to the person who heart I broke a few days” you rolled your eyes. What a dumb question you thought.

“Do you miss me?” Alec asked his voice just above a whisper. Looking at him he seems so weak and broken. It broke your heart since you knew it was your fault.

“Beyond but Alec it doesn’t-” You went to say but he cut you off

“Just stop with the bullshit Y/N, who cares about what other thinks. Were in love that’s what matter. I want to be with you till I died and you need to understand that The Clave can shove it for all I care”

“I’m sorry. I just don’t want to ruined your life”

“The only way you ruined my life is not being with me” He said. Finally he wrapped his arms around you. Man did it ever feel good being back in his arms.

“Now let’s go see my brother and thank him for this” You said as you guys walked. Who cares if you were a warlock in love with a shadowhunter at least you were happy.

The human weapon | Part two

Pairing: JungkookxReader

AU: Robot!Cyborg, Sci-fi

Genre: Angst - Romance

Word count: 3.4k

Part one << >>Part three 

Looking at the clock hanging on the wall, it was not too late to hit the shops. But, you couldn’t let Jungkook walk outside in a police outfit. People would look at you weirdly, or worse, having other people to ask. Maybe there would be other officers, thinking he was at work but slacking off, hanging with you. The boy in front, were still playing with his baton. His skills were fragile, but he looked like a kid who found a lightsabre for the first time. It amused you, to see him like this. A human computer, playing around.

Thinking over the possibilities in your closet, there was no way he could wear any of your clothes. Fishing out your phone, you searched your contacts of possible guys, that you could get a favour from. It has been ages, since you had been speaking to any of them. But, there was this one guy. Kim Seokjin, or you preferred to just call him Jin. He was your manager, when you were an MMA fighter. He was always there, to get a hang of your schedules. A friend, but disappeared after you vanished from the media. Tapping on his name, you took a deep breath.

You sprinted towards your room, to rummage in your closet. Jungkook was right behind you, as he walked through the hallway. His eyes caught a room in the back, with the door barely open. Even squinting his eyes, he couldn’t figure out what was in the darkness. Curiosity got the best of him, as he walked towards the room. His hand reached out, to grab the door handle. But your call, interrupted his investigation.

“Jungkook, come here for a sec” You spoke flatly, with your body half cramped inside the closet. He obeyed, walking in to see your posture of doggy style. “Erhm, yes?” He answered, making you get out of the closet. Your hair was a mess, after your clothes has been piling on top of you. A pink T-shirt were lazily in your hand, as you took a deep breath.

“I thought, you could wear this with your pants. Basically, without the officer shirt, you look like any other dude out there. But I only have this, because Jin’s favourite colour is pink…” You suggested, holding up the big T-shirt. Jungkook didn’t hesitate to nod, not knowing why it was a problem. Taking off the officer accessories, he lifted his shirt. Frankly, your eyes widened seeing his muscular shape. His defined six pack and tanned skin, made you almost droll onto the floor. You were paralyzed to see his half naked form, making him shoot a perplexed look.

“Is something wrong?” He questioned, looking down on his body. Making you shake your head, leaving your thoughts into a sealed box. “No, here.” You spoke firmly, handling him the shirt.

Without thinking further, he put on the shirt. A baby pink, suited him even though for the colour. He didn’t seem to hate it either, as he looked at himself in the mirror. He bit onto his lip, twirling around to see the oversize shirt in the reflection. “I look good” He stated, as a smile creeped on his lips. “Yeah, you do..” You commented, still thinking about his muscular body under those clothes. Your state was interrupted by your rumbling stomach, making you clutch to the soft flesh.

“Was that, a stomach growl?” He asked curiously, walking over to you. Blushing of the scene, he gestured a hand for you to take. Grabbing it, he swiftly lifted you from the ground. His palm was cold, but gradually warmer the longer you held onto it. The feel of his veins on the back of his hand, made you get chills. “Yeah, I haven’t eaten yet” You chuckled, letting go of it. The cold taking over, as you saw his eyes glister at the sunlight. “You should eat then!” He suggested enthusiastically, headed towards the kitchen. His arms looking slimmer, by Jin’s broad shirt. You ran ahead, stopping him from entering the kitchen, flaying your arms to the side. “WAIT!” You commanded, stopping him in his tracks. His eyes were widened, and eyebrows knitted of your outburst. Understanding his confusion, you coughed in response, letting your arms fall to your side. “I mean- We’re going to the mall, getting you some clothes. I will just get something to eat on the way” You explained, making his facial features relax. A small chicken nod from him, made you exhale.

Within minutes, you went to grab your bag with your belongings. Checking if everything was okay, as you walked out of the door to have Jungkook follow along. It was weird, when this was the first time you went outside to shop, with someone else. Not a lot of friends has been at your place, or gone shopping with you. But this time, it was for Jungkook.

“Does your system know about fashion?” You questioned, walking alongside. The sun beaming, with the wind’s breeze hit your neck. There would go some time, before you would arrive at the shopping centre, so you thought talking was better than silence. You heard him hum, before his mouth opened. “I know, when clothes are mixed well together. Master Namjoon wanted it to be a priority” He answered, making you chuckle. It wasn’t surprising, that the great scientist has done that. Back in the day, Namjoon didn’t hesitate to ask you to be his photographer, taking pictures of his well fitted outfit. High school would be boring without him, not having someone you could have a decent conversation with.

“What does Master Namjoon look like?” He asked curiously, making you furrow your brows. Were you the first person, that Jungkook have ever met? His oblivious face, clarified that it was the case. “He has big lips, dimples, brown eyes, tall, skinny, tan, purple hair and has a really wide smile.” You tried to visualise it for him, but all he did was nod along. Maybe, Jungkook couldn’t imagine what his creator looked like.

“Do you feel weird, not knowing who he is?” You asked, but felt regret shut you up. Jungkook was a robot, and you had no idea if he could mentally ‘feel’ something. Namjoon explained he could feel like a person, with pleasure but not if he could feel happiness, sadness of any kind. “I have a lot of questions, I want to ask him. But, I can’t. It’s like, being lost or abandoned. Is that what you meant?” He questioned back, making your jaw clench. His eyes narrowed, making him seem sad but still hopeful. Namjoon, was practically a dad for him. But all you could do, was shrug your shoulders in defence. You had no idea, what he had been installing in his brain. All you had to do, was fill in the blanks, was this what Namjoon meant?

“Oh we’re here!” You blurted out, standing in front of the shopping mall. The various of people stepping by, making Jungkook’s eyes follow along. You hit him on his arm, making him flinch. “Do not stare, that’s rude.” You commented, making him nod again. Even for your actions, he was nothing but a kid. Following order, as he was programmed.

“Let’s go” You spoke gently, walking inside the giant shopping mall. Lights and signs flashing in his eyes, as he walked by your side. Bystanders staring, making him gulp to grab your arm. Your faced him, seeing the shock in his eyes. Chuckling of his behaviour, you put your hand on his. “It’s fine, you’re safe with me” You commented, making his shoulders fall. He exhaled, taking his hand away from you. Girls from afar, were whispering as they saw the handsome boy. Jungkook noticed the eyes that followed him, making him whisper in your ear; “Why is it rude of me to stare, but not for those girls?”

You looked at him and after, towards the girls on the bench. A simple eye contact, made them avoid your gaze. Their rudeness of looking, was noticeable with your harsh stare. After you assured they didn’t look, you smiled at Jungkook. “It is rude and I think, they won’t stare for some time again. People sometimes mistake it as a compliment, than being rude.” You spoke again, making him nod. He loved hearing you speak, teaching him of the human behaviour. The way of thinking, to be upgraded in his memory card. “How come you know they won’t stare for some time again?” He asked, making you answer in the speed of light. “Because they think we’re a couple. If they know the guy is taken, then they won’t be trying to chase you. Even though, some can be ruder by trying anyways… which is disrespectful and hurting the other person.” You explained, not realising what kind of information you’re revealing to the boy. He bit onto his lip, unsure if the next question would invade your privacy, but his curiosity was programmed to extent higher than a human.

“Have you been hurt before, by someone taking away your boyfriend?” He asked, making you slower your phase. His question hit you across the heart, slashing an open wound that you tried to heal. Thinking back, to how Taehyung played with you and left, for your best friend. The way he looked at you, the shame that overcame when you weren’t ready to kiss or give away your innocence. That’s why, he chose your experienced friend, despite his words of ‘I love you’ that was spoken in the phone. Fooling you, like a kid with candy.

The memories were too hard to handle, you scanned the room around you. A black-coloured store, with mannequins in the window. “Oh look, a shop! Let’s go there” You hurried, not answering his question. Jungkook was confused, but followed along as if nothing happened.

The workers were smiling at you, asking if you needed any help. With a nice gesture, you told them you were fine and were just looking around. Jungkook were on your side, learning in silence. His eyes landed on rows of clothes, in different colours from darker to light. Ripped jeans and closed jeans, while shoes were displayed on the wall. Basically, Jungkook were in dream land for Namjoon. As he looked around the shop, you hurried to find clothes that you thought looked good. With the help of a worker, he picked out the newest trend and size. Everything wasn’t cheap, but Jungkook needed a full supply of clothes. One outfit, wouldn’t be enough. Asking Jin for more clothes, would only cause problems for yourself.

“Jungkook, I found a lot of stuff. I think you should try it” You spoke, holding the bundle of clothes in your arms. Walking over to the boy, who was staring at something. “What are you looking at?” You asked, letting your eyes fall on the piece he held in his hand. It was a pair of boxers, with the print of Iron man.

“What is this? And why is there a man with a weapon build in his hand?” He spoke, making you giggle of the curiosity he had. Remembering, that he didn’t need to pee, so did he need boxers too? Thinking for a while, you decided to let him have a few pairs. You basically, didn’t know if he could sweat or worse, have wet dreams, thanks to Namjoon. “It’s underwear. A piece of cloth you wear under your clothes. Also, that is Iron Man. He’s a super hero, kind of like you. He is human, but with robotic armour, protecting world from evil.” You explained, making his mouth go in awe. All he heard, was that he is a super hero. Ordering him to pick up a few pairs of underwear, with print and single black ones, you headed towards the changing rooms.

While Jungkook were changing, you waited outside. Whenever he had trouble with buttons or how to wear a piece of clothing, you prayed not to droll in front of his half naked body. Namjoon, did a good job, way too good. When your hand brushed against his muscles, you felt some type of energy rise inside. “I think black is my colour” He spoke, making you agree. Everyone, practically looked good in black. But Jungkook, looked like a model. Letting him try on some more outfits, you left the changing room. Teaching him, there is something called privacy. A special bubble, where someone could be alone and not exposed. Walking in on someone changing, without their permission, would be an example of invading someone’s privacy. But asking too many questions, of someone’s life at home, could be invasive. In fact, it all depended on who the person was. Asking for permission, was a thing he always needed to do.

“Did Iron man save a lot of people?” You heard him behind the curtains, as he fumbled with some clothes. “I think so.” You responded, unsure if that’s how the movie went. “Will I save a lot of people, like him?” Another question, making you bite onto your lip. “I don’t know, Jungkook. But I hope so.” You whispered, making him hum in response. You wondered, if he could feel doubt already. If he didn’t learn what he needed, would he be useless? Would you ever live in peace, without the fear of Yoongi destroying everything?

“Say, Jungkook. There is a lot of movies about this Iron man. This weekend, we could watch it? I think you will find a lot in common with him” You suggested, making him remove the curtains. The unbuttoned shirt, revealing his delicate skin, almost gave you a nosebleed. “Really??” He asked excitedly, making you smile and nod in return. His bunny like smile, made your knees weak at times. A kid, being excited for something. Jungkook, was just a big kid.

“I think I’m done now” He commented, making you look inside. Together, you both picked out the clothes he needed and the ones he didn’t need. There was a huge bundle of clothes, including shoes. But for Jungkook to look like a regular person, he needed it. Handing the cashier your credit card, you felt every bit of money slash your pride. It was expensive, but seeing Jungkook’s happy face of handling the clothes, you couldn’t help but feel slightly proud.

Going to the mall and back, didn’t take a lot of time. But you enjoyed every bit, when Jungkook asked about human thinking. What he needed to do, if this happened. Every scenario possible, that you answered to give light. But teaching him how to fight, was a whole new level.

The stadium wasn’t too far from your place, which meant it was free for you. As for all you knew, it was rare that people used that place. Gathering some supplies, you both walked towards the court. Different gears and dummies, were placed on the grass. Blowing in your whistle, he turned into concentration mode. His speed were ten times faster, almost like a car. His reflexes were good, but lacking in stimulation. Hearing would be a problem, if he didn’t concentrate enough. Every order you gave, he fulfilled. His gaze became manlier, and less like the kid in the mall. Your high voice, was all he needed when punching against the dummies. Surprisingly, he was sweating too. Which gave you the impression, that he was certainly hotter. His sharp exhales and inhales, indicated he could get exhausted. Writing down on your notes, you examined his moves and further questions for Namjoon. Seeing him fight, was giving you a loss feeling of wanting to do it yourself. The way your knuckles hit the material, giving shots of adrenaline. Every time you taught him a move, he did a perfect recreation. You could see yourself, in him. The two of you used the day outside, causing the sun to go down as the lights on the stadium went on.

“Let’s go home, Jungkook. You did great today, just a few more weeks like this and then we can move on to your other specialties” You explained, feeling slightly dizzy as he smiled back. He was obviously proud and loved being phrased, specially knowing it was helping him. Exiting the stadium, you felt shots of pain at your abdomen. Clutching to your stomach, you stopped walking. Kneeling on the pavement, Jungkook rushed to ask for your condition. The shots of pain that hit like lightning, made you unable to answer fully. “I-I think, I-I forgot to buy food at the mall” You spoke, gritting your teeth of the stupidity. Jungkook’s jaw clenched, and letting his arm snake around your body. With a slick movement, you were in bridal style.

“J-Jungkook!” You blurted out, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. His sweaty chest against your palm, as you smelled the scent of sweat and fruit. “You’re hungry and in pain. I’m going to carry you home.” He stated, making you feel flustered in his arms. “But Jung-“

“No ‘buts’. I’m not letting you down, before we’re at the front door.” He finished, shutting you up in one go. The flashes of pain, gradually disappeared when all you could think, was how you felt the beat of his heart.

Walking inside, Jungkook settled you on the couch. A light grunt escaped the back of his throat, making you feel a heat build in your chest. A finger was held in front of your face, as he silently ordered you to sit still. You gulped in response, while he walked towards the kitchen. The stain of sweat on the back of his pink shirt, showing off the hard work he put into the training. The abandoned feel of his grip on your body, was vibrating. His beating heart, exhales and inhales imprinted against your hands. Within a few minutes, he was back with sandwiches. Peanut butter, banana and Nutella was neatly placed in front, on the couch table. His smile that made your vision clear, as his breath hit your skin.

“This is what I could make, but when I have finished a shower, I can cook some proper food” He spoke gently, making you nod. His actions made you speechless, with the sight of his sweaty fringe sticking to his forehead. “Thank you, Jungkook” You muttered lightly, making him chuckle. The bunny teeth shown, as he ruffled your hair lightly.

His fingers running through your hair, as you were fixated on his facial expression. His smile disappeared, but he looked calm. Coming closer, he bended down to your eye level. His brown orbs were directed at you, sending flashes of electricity through your veins. His face coming closer, making you close your eyes. Your mind was clouded, not knowing what to do. Hearing and feeling him only millimetres away, with the sound of his breath against your ear. Chills ran down your spine, as he took a sniff of your hair. Your eyes shut closer, feeling every exhale hit the silky strands.

“You should take a shower afterwards, but get something to eat first. I’ll call you when I’m finished…” He ordered, making your eyes flutter open. His hand was letting go of your hair, seeing the strands run through between his fingers. Turning his back on you, he walked away to the bathroom. His posture and muscles visible through the shirt, were making you feel excited, yet confused. Nothing made sense, at least not now.

Munching on the sandwich, you loved the taste and how it made your stomach cheer. The first you have gotten to eat, since you met Jungkook. Hours without food, was practically suicide for you. You heard the sound of a door open and heavy steps, making you stop chewing. Seeing Jungkook with a confused state, with only a towel wrapped around his hips. His skin glistering because of the sweat and his veins popping, while he held two bottles in his hands. “We forgot to buy shampoo and stuff. Can I borrow from you?” He requested, but you couldn’t answer. It was too much, in one day with the nakedness. You sent him a thumb up, making him smile and walk back to take a shower. Your heart was pumping, at the sight of this beauty.

“This… is going to be some long seven months…” You murmured, clutching to your sandwich.


Part 2/3 Safire swirls

“Wow.” Amazed you look around. “How is this even possible?” The smell of hot chocolate reaches your nose. Curious you search around in the kitchen to see where the smell is coming from.  
“The spell must have preserved everything inside.” Jace says placing wood inside the fireplace.  
“It’s still hot.” You mumble confused. You found the pot with the hot chocolate in it, except you expected it to be cold. Jace turns around to see what you’ve found, the fire already flickering behind him. You pour some of the liquid into the two clean mugs and walk towards Jace, who is still standing in front of the fire.  
“You want to drink that?” He asks sceptical. You nod. “It’s been in here for decades.” Jace is probably questioning if you’re able to think straight at this moment. Because he is used to you getting these crazy episodes where you’ll do anything without really questioning it first. You hold the cup under your nose and inhale the sweet scent. “Doesn’t smell like it.” Jace smiles nodding. You push the mug in his hands and sit down in front of the fire. You close your eyes enjoying the heat radiating upon your face. Without opening your eyes, you pat the empty spot next to you. Soon you feel the warmth of his body and the sharp scent of his aftershave. Together you sit in silence for a while enjoying the warmth and feeling your bodies slowly warm up under the delight of hot cocoa. “This reminds me of the fisher’s cabin.” You open your eyes to look at Jace. “The one we were brought to after we took shelter in that cave during that snowstorm?” You ask.  Jace nods and smiles recalling the bittersweet memory. “We sat in front of the fireplace and drank hot chocolate. Just like now.” He wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer. Smiling you rest your head on his shoulder. “You saved us.” It is the first time you say it out loud.  
“And you saved me.” Jace says soft. “At that point in my life, I didn’t value my life much. But I did yours. You are the reason I didn’t die that day.”  You sit up to look him in the eye. “Did it change?” Your voice matches the cracking of the fire. “I value my life highly, now. But I’d still rather die than to let something happen to you, Y/N.” His face is serious. You put your hand on his. “I feel the same way. I can’t imagine my life without you. You’ve been here, next to me, for most of my life and I don’t know what I would do without you, Jace.” Afraid to meet his eye, you stare into the fire. A sudden sound makes both of you jump. Soon you recognize the sound of your ringtone. It’s Isabelle. Giving Jace an apologizing look you answer the call. “Hey Izzy!” You answer a bit too cheerful.  
“Where are you?” Isabelle sounds irritated.  
“Where I am?” You repeat the question so Jace knows what the call is about. He shakes his head, telling you not to give her any information. “You were supposed to help me with the, ‘thing’.” Isabelle says vaguely.  
“The ‘thing’?” You ask confused, but then it comes to mind. “Oh, right! The ‘thing’! I’m sorry, Izzy, but I can’t help you right now.” There is a silence on the other line, while Jace just looks at you with a raised eyebrow. “I know I promised, but something has come up and I’ll get to you when I get back.” You say hoping that Isabelle will forgive you.  
“Okay, but I’m not going to let you get off that easy.” Isabelle says after a few moments of contemplating.  
“What do you mean you’re not letting me get off that easy?” But Isabelle has already hung up. Beaten you lower your phone. “What was that all about?” Jace asks smiling amused. “Nothing of your concern.” You say teasingly.  
“She sounded quite angry.” Jace pushes.  
“All the more reason to get started with this mission.” You give him a wink and get on your feet. Jace seems to return to his serious state of mind and you offer your hand to help him get up. Pretending it’s no effort, you pull up his heavily built body. “If you start here, I’ll start in the other room.” Jace divides the tasks. Without waiting for an objection, he disappears into the darkness of the bedroom. With a sigh you look around the room. Just because you have no better idea of where to begin, you start in the kitchen. The cabinets, decorated with heart shaped carvings, are empty. On the inside of one of the cabinets door, hangs a note. You take a closer look and realize it’s a recipe for beef stew. The lower cabinets are empty too, except for some cleaning products. But you don’t see why that could be relevant. “Y/N!” Jace calls from the other room. Curious you hurry over and see Jace sitting on the floor surrounded by papers and photographs. “What did you find?” You sit down on the bed behind him so you can look over his shoulder.  
“I found this picture and I wasn’t sure if this was who I thought it was.” Jace holds up the picture for you. You lean on the bed end to get a little closer. Squeezing your eyes, you focus on the dark tinted man standing next to Stephen Herondale.  
“Luke.” You breathe in Jace’s ear. “I don’t understand.” Jace slightly turns his head, making your lips almost touch his cheek. You sit back on the bed. “I don’t either, yet. But I just wanted to make sure it was really Luke. It’s an old picture and you know Luke better than I do.” One of your friends, Darcy, got turned into a werewolf and became a member of Luke’s pack. Luke isn’t as bad as those werewolves who turn innocent people. Unfortunately, Darcy got killed by a werewolf a few months ago. It was a member of the pack who turned her. Basically, they didn’t like that she turned her back on them and now she had payed the price. It was during that time that you pushed Jace away, because you didn’t know how to handle those feelings. Whatever he did to help you only backfired and made you drift away further. That’s when you met Maya. She ended up being a werewolf turned by her boyfriend, but she was still here. Talking to her really helped and after a while you were able to process your loss. And things with Jace were all good and well.  
“Did you find anything?” Jace snaps you back to reality. “I’ve only been through the kitchen so far and have found nothing but a recipe for beef stew.” You report. “So, if you’re hungry you’re lucky. You can eat the recipe. No beef in the area, or stew for that matter.” You pat him on the back and jump up from the bed to get back to work. Kitchen is done. What’s next? There isn’t that much furniture in here, so that is leaving you with less ground to cover. So to speak.  
The books on the cabinet, standing next to the door, catches your eye. You hadn’t noticed it before. With a finger you slide over the cabinets surface. “ Hm!” With pursed lips you look at your finger. No dust. Funny how everything is still sparkling clean. You squad down and open the cabinets doors. An annoyed sigh escapes your lips. Empty. Irritated you slam the doors closed. An odd sound catches your attention. Again, you open the doors. Something doesn’t add up. The noise came out of the cabinet. Using your hands, you search the sides of the cabinet until you find what you’re looking for. The carved-out butterfly, just a part of the other decorations to the naked eye, but a pushing butting when you know what you’re looking for. After pressing the butterfly, the wall inside the cabinet changes. The false wall disappears and shows a wall filled with shadow hunter equipment. Shadowhunters often have secret hiding places for their weapons, but they are mostly on sacred ground like cemeteries and churches.
You take one of the silver swords out to take a closer look. Mesmerized you look at the Safire blue swirls and twirls decorating the steel all the way up to the point. You turn it around and see the name Amatis written in the same colour blue with swirly letters. “What did you find.”  
Your heart seems to jump out of your chest. You hadn’t noticed Jace had walked into the room. “Come sit with me.” Jace walks over and sits down next to you on the floor, crossing his legs. “Are you okay?” Jace asks concerned. “Yeah, why?” You’re confused as to why he would think something is wrong. “You’re just looking a little pale.” He places his hand on your cheek. The warmth of his hand radiating on your skin feels like you’re holding onto something you don’t want to let go of. The way he looks at you with his beautiful brown and grey eye, sends shivers down your spine. “Are you cold?” Jace takes of his leather jacket. “No, I just need to get some air. I’ll be right back.” You stand up too fast, tumbling on your feet. Not giving Jace a chance to say something, you hurry outside. With your back you lean against the door. The icy wind plays with your hair, throwing it in your face. Movement catches your eye. You look to your left and see a figure disappear behind a tree. Still with the sword in your hand you go over to the left side to see who is watching you. When you get to the tree the person was hiding behind, you find no one. “Welcome, love.” Shaken you turn around. Wide eyed you stare at the woman standing in front of you. “This is not possible.” You mumble astound. The woman smiles. “I’m very sure I’m real.” Then her smile turns into a sad frown. “Unfortunately, that doesn’t mean I’m alive.” She takes your hand and let her gentle soft fingers slide over the back of your hand. “I don’t understand, Celine.” You stare at the hand she is holding. Her fingers feel warm. “There is no time for you to understand.” Alert you look up at her. You can sense that she is troubled. “You need to save Jace.” Her big green eyes look at you pleading. “You need to save my son.” Confused you take a few steps in the direction of the cabin. “But Jace is right there.” You turn around and Celine is gone. “Celine?” After calling her name you decide to go back into the cabin. As you enter Jace grabs you and wraps you into a tight warm hug. You smell the scent of an aftershave you don’t recognize. Suspicious you push him away. “What’s wrong?” You study his face. There doesn’t seem to be the golden glow in his eyes, like there normally is. “It’s not Jace.” Celine is standing behind Jace’s right. “He’s made by valentine, to deceive you.” Jace looks over his shoulder. “What are you looking at?” He waves his hand in front of your face. Firmly you grab his hand.  
“Please save my son.” Celine pleads. That was all you needed to snap his hand to the right. Jace stumbles back in pain. “Y/N, what are you doing?” Jace calls out puzzled and afraid of what might be going on with you. “I know what you’re doing.” Your voice is cold. You hate Valentine for all that he has done to you and your friends. “And it’s time we end it.” With a quick and sudden move, you kick your feet up, right into his jaw. The force sends him flying back onto the couch. “Soft landing. A pity.” Threatening you move in closer. “I don’t know what is going on with you, Y/N, but you’re not yourself.” Jace gets up from the couch rubbing his jaw. “You don’t tell me who I am!” You yell angrily. “Tell me where Jace is, and I’ll make it quick.” There was no way you were going to spare him after whatever he helped do to Jace. Nobody touches him and gets away with it. Not as long as you are alive. “I’m right here. Are you under some kind of spell?” Jace says blocking your next attack. “If you’re not going to play along.” You fasten your grip on the sword you’re still holding and strike at Jace. Jace ducks and falls to the ground. Again, you swing the sword at him. With the fire poke he blocks your strike. Locking your legs between his he knocks you down to the floor and rolls on top of you. The sword presses down your throat. “Come on, Y/N. I know you’re in there somewhere. You just need to fight this.” He sounds so much like Jace that you would almost believe him.
“You can do this, Y/N.” Celine encourages you. “If you kill him, they can’t hurt Jace.” Jace looks over his shoulder to look at the spot you were staring at. You flip over landing on top of him, holding the knife to his throat. Something stings your stomach. You look down to find Jace holding a knife up against your skin. “Well played.” There is no sense of complementary in your voice. “But if killing you means Jace is not going to get harmed. Let’s just say, that’s an easy choice.” You pull back the sword to plunge it in his throat. At that moment everything seems to be going in slow motion. The sword heading for the pulsating vein in his neck. The sound of the knife hitting the floor. A tear falling down his cheek. The mouthing of the words “I love you”. Your head seems to work faster than normal. Why would he not try to kill me? As if you were snapped out of a dream you let go of the sword and let yourself fall down on Jace. Crying you hug him. You feel how his tears wet your neck. “I’m so sorry, Jace.” You say in between sobs. “I’m glad to have you back.” He pulls his arm around you, comforting you, while he himself sheds some more tears too. When both of you have calmed down from this emotional rollercoaster Jace asks the question burning on his lips. "Why didn’t you kill me?”  
You’d expected him to ask why you tried to kill him, but not what stopped you. “Someone told me you were not the real Jace, but send by Valentine. But when you rather had yourself die than me, I knew it was you.” You’re sitting crossed legged opposite him on the couch. “Who? Who wanted you to kill me?” Jace takes your hands in his. Troubled you bite your lip. Should you tell him that it was the ghost of his own mother? “You can tell me.” He encourages you. You take a deep breath and dropp the bombshell.  "Your mother.“  

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#83 - “Is it bad that I really want to kiss you right now?”
#85 - “Why do you always have to be such an asshole?”


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Race Against Time: Chapter 5

Jungkook feat. Reader and the rest of BTS

Genre: Angst, Thriller, Darkfic

Warning: This fic is about murder cases, and may include some graphic imagery. Please read with caution.

Word Count: 3,893 words

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

The ringtone of your phone, soft as is, is jarring on Jungkook’s ears the morning after consecutive late nights. It’s extremely frustrating, but the cool time between their serial killer’s attacks is the only window of opportunity that they have to analyse the cases. Not that it’s doing them much good.

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Disobeying Orders ♡ Commander Lexa Imagine

A/N: ‘Hello! Your work is amazing!I LOVE IT SO MUCHHHHHHHH! 😍 Anyway! Can you do #1 on your Drabble game? (Fem!reader X Lexa). I was thinking the reader is a fem!warrior/assassin and she is sent to kill Lexa under Queen Nia’s orders (the reader doesn’t really work for anyone). But after her first attempt at killing Lexa she soon falls in love with Lexa and decides to spare her and Lexa can’t figure out why her life was spared until they meet again. That’s pretty much it. Thank you so much! 😋😊😚’ I LOVE THIS REQUEST LIKE SO MUCH. This is a full blown imagine like I tried so hard so I hope it’s okay xxx

Prompt: “She never misses, she never quits, and never loses. If you’re alive, it’s because she wants you alive.”

Warnings: You’re a sassy bitch and you hold a knife to Lexa’s throat? Swearing. 


“You sent for me.” Your voice cold, emotionless, just like your surroundings and the Ice Nation Queen who sat on her throne in front of you. A smirk graced her lips and she motioned to a seat near her and with a wave of your hand, you declined. Her lips sealed tight, learning that you were here for business and business only.

“I’ve heard you’re quite the assassin. Assassin Y/N? Is it not?” She cocked her head, holding a glass of liquid in her hand, dark red, sharp contrast in relation to her skin, an eyebrow raised in amusement. She’d used your name. No one knew your name. You scowled.

“I get ordered to kill people. They end up dead. If that is your definition of quite the assassin, I’m here. There’s no need to threaten me, Nia.” Your eyes narrowing, feeling the dagger at your hip pulse with temptation.

“Good. Because I have a target for you.” You scoffed, as if it were a surprise. You waited until she turned to face you, attention drawn from her glass.

“Do you know of Lexa?” You let your facade of indifference falter for a minute as your eyes widened. Realising your mistake you shifted on your feet, coughing.

“As in the Heda, Nia?” 

The Ice Nation’s leader’s face turned into a snarl and you realised your mistake. As soon as the words left your lips you felt a spear digging into your back, not enough to kill you, but enough to send off a warning.

“She is no Heda to me.” Nina spat, the Queen bristling. You hid your smirk as you held up your hands.

“I’m sorry, your highness. So Lexa? That’s who you want me to kill?” She nodded, her pale eyes glistening with a venom that almost made you shrink under her gaze. Almost. So at her nod you pursed your lips.

“And what do I get in return?” You asked, trying to hide the desperate need to your tone. The Queen gestured around her, almost as if she was shrugging.

“Anything you need.” 

You nodded and turned on your heel. Striding out of her tent into the cover of darkness.


Your horses hooves fell repeatedly against the forest floor, your eyes peeled as the early sun started to show through the sky’s dark mask. You could see the Polis tower. Tall and you knew who would be at the very top. You didn’t know much about the Commander other than she was just that. You had also heard of Costia and Lexa’s hate towards Azgeda, which seemed to be mutual, if her previous encounter with Nia was anything to go by.

You also knew Polis wasn’t really guarded, the tower on the other hand, was. But that was a problem for later.


You stepped onto the pavement, feeling the life and energy flowing around you, sunlight seeming to stream through every corner of the Polis plaza, people buzzing excitedly. You smiled softly, memories of your life before it all went to shit. You growled, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill, the hood covering your face masking the threat.

You slipped through the tower entrance unnoticed, flights of stairs as far as you could see spiralling upwards. You crept forward, staying near the cold, concrete walls, your feet barely making a sound at your trained skill. 

You froze as you turned a corner, a guards back to you, his breathing making his shoulders rise high as he fidgeted. You took special care to keep an eye trained on the knife strapped to his side as you crept closer, closer until your blade was slicing his throat and he fell on the floor.

On the decent further up you managed to avoid the guards, standing outside a room, confused as to where to go.

“Where the fuck? Why is this place so fucking huge!” You exclaimed quietly to yourself. Your face forming a scowl before a voice filled the corridor.

“Leave, Titus.” Your ears perked up. Female. That was a female voice. The creak of the large door distracted you as you hid behind a wall, peeking from behind to find a bald man, looking old with effort and experience. Titus, your mind struggled with the name, familiar but not recognisable until it clicked.

“Flame Keeper.” You murmured, watching warily as he turned, feeling his eyes scanning for an intruder, an eerie presence making him shift before he shrugged if off and headed away from you.

Finally, your chance arose. Your jobs were never this dangerous, never this risky. Never, this… well big.


You felt your heat rate pick up and you crept towards the still open door. You swallowed the fear, the doubts, this was your job. You’d done it time and time again but this time something felt wrong. You paid it no mind as you twirled silently into her room, dagger drawn, stance ready for her to jump on you but you froze. She stood near a window, looking over Polis. Now or never, you thought running to her frame, and holding that knife to her throat, feeling the slight hitch of surprise at the cold steel.

You growled spinning her to face you. Dagger still at her throat as she examined your face. You blinked. She was, calm? Her eyes scanning yours and you looked up, freezing at their colour. Forest green, swirling with patterns of light and dark, enticing, captivating and you gasped softly. They were just like hers… You noticed the hold on your blade tightened and you shook your head, thoughts raging in your head.

Y/N, what are you doing? Kill her.

Why can’t I?

You know why. It’s her. She reminds you of her. Everything she’s done so far reminds you.

Her gaze stayed steady, challenging almost and you swore to yourself, dropping the knife and making eye contact at her shocked expression before you ran. You couldn’t hear her follow you, and you turned to find her still frozen, unbelieving.


You kept running not stopping until you were clear of Polis, the forest shielding you as all you could do was punch the nearest tree in frustration, your knife on the floor of the Commander’s room. You groaned, not being able to get those lips, those eyes out of your head. Your horse had ran, or wandered causing you to sigh. Nothing was going right.


Back at the tower, Titus and guards ran in, Lexa still frozen, meeting Titus’s gaze slowly.

“Who was she?” He murmured, tone fiery. “What did she look like?”

Lexa sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. The assassin’s gaze, cold and hard, but as those eyes made contact with hers they softened and Lexa didn’t know why.

“I don’t know Titus. She wore a hood covering most of her face…” She trailed off as she was reminded of the metal clang, her attackers knife hitting the floor. Sure enough, as she glanced down, the blade was there, glinting. Lexa held it, handing it to Titus as his eyes widened. This caught the Commander’s attention.

“What is it Titus?”

He shook his head, blinking rapidly, shocked as though trying to get the knife to disappear from view.

“Her blade. The Shadow’s blade.”

Lexa just frowned, there were murmurs of a Shadow among the people of Polis, the Heda assuming she was just a slightly out of control rogue.

“Why are you surprised Fleim Kepa?” Her grounder tone curious as she took the blade back from him, his hands shaking.

“She never misses, she never quits, and never loses. If you’re alive, it’s because she wants you alive.” 


You couldn’t go back to Nia. She’d have you killed. You had to stay out of sight, away from Azgeda, your face had been shown to her once. You were kidnapped for the job, your hood ripped from your face. So they knew who to look for. 

Days went by slowly, scavenging for food, for warmth when night came round. You had few options. You couldn’t kill the Commander. You might be able to blend in with the Polis crowd, become a citizen, become protected. If Lexa saw you though, you knew she’d recognise you.

It’s a risk you had to take.


It felt weird. Being in public without your hood, your armour, protection. But so far you had passed. Smiling at everyone you met, buying supplies with the small portion of money you had. 

It went like that for a few days, finding shelter with a woman near the tower. A bit too close for your liking, but it was better than nothing. Your bed shifted as you awoke, stretching, changing, walking out of the tent and straight into her. Straight into the Commander. Her dress was more casual, a simple top and pants adorning her body, no armour. She turned to face you, her mouth opening in what appeared to be the start of an apology. You were about to be drawn into her eyes again when she bristled as she recognised you.

“What are you doing here?” She ventured, growling careful to keep her eyes flickering to your hands for any sign of an attack.

“Heda please. You know who I am I’m guessing. I’m sorry. Queen Nia had me ordered to execute you. In reward, I could have whatever I desired. I needed it.”

She cocked her head, eyes narrowing.

“Then why am I still alive? I’ve heard no one lives after encountering you.” You could only gulp as those eyes flickered once more, her lips pursed.

“You remind me of someone.” You shrugged, trying to keep the waver out of your voice. 

“That’s not good enough” She snarled, taking a step towards you, your head ducking in submission for the first time you could remember.

“My first love, you’re very similar to her. She was killed by one of your warriors for being Azgeda. She didn’t..” You choked. “She didn’t deserve that.”

“I’m sorry. I would’ve thought that would give you more of a reason to kill me?” She asked. You shrugged again.

“It wasn’t purposeful on your behalf, I know what you’re orders were. It was kill the guilty, spare the innocent. Your warrior disobeyed that. So I killed him. Jus drein jus daun.” You murmured the last part. Your first love hated the saying, often partnering it with the ‘eye for an eye’ term. Which was followed by ‘it makes the whole world blind.’ You winced at the memory.


Lexa nodded.

“Maybe our first love’s are gone because we may have a chance at a second?” 

Married Life with: Red Velvet

Irene: the type who is prob magical. in one day, she can somehow clean & cook yet still have time to visit her friends or watch a movie she wants to see. it’s like she can create extra hours in the day. can be bossy sometimes. she knows what colour scheme she wants in the kitchen and that’s what she’ll get.

and isn’t afraid to point out if you’re wrong about something. but not in a rude way. she likes talking through issues & finding the best solution for you both. holds the greatest dinner parties in the neighbourhood. always asks you how your day was & tells you “have a sweet dream” before bed.

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Wendy: the type of wife who tries her best but isn’t perfect. she’ll try making you your fav dinner only to accidentally forget an ingredient or burn it. feels so bad & pouts for eternity. but you still eat her food and smile bc while, yes, it doesn’t taste like your mum’s, it was made by her love. and that’s special.

your family loves her more than you do and cried so hard at the wedding; “I’m just glad that my son/daughter found someone like her”

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Seulgi: a friendly wife. she knows all the neighbours and is often invited over for dinner. usually she has to decline bc “I’ve got dance practice, I’m so sorry, Maggie! maybe next time though!” doesn’t hesitate to point out your faults but in a friendly way like “oh, you can’t cook? let’s take lessons together!”

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Joy: the only wife in the world who had expected one of the wedding gifts to be a puppy. so, disappointed with her boring blender, she begs you for one and how can you say no to this cutie?! she treats it like your child & the girls joke that usually a baby comes after a while of being married, not two weeks

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Yeri: is afraid to take charge sometimes, in case she messes up. so you might need to push her for her honest opinion on things and on what she wants. she’s rather young so she’s used to having her unnies take lead & following their guidance. so it might take some time before she’s confident enough in her decisions to tell you “eww I hate our couch. I think white leather would look best in the living room”

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Dusk Between the Blinks


Dan was in an abusive relationship. Upon finding Phil, who’s currently in one like Dan used to be, he wants to help… but maybe he needs some for himself before he can offer it to others.

Word Count: exactly 4,000. i am (softly, but with feeling) so proud

Genre: primarily angst, some fluff

Warnings: domestic violence, abusive relationships, mental illness (nothing specific is named), swearing, bruises, blood

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The boy with brown hair is late to class, and yet – he stops for coffee. Because, Dan thinks to himself, this is what he does: he wakes up late, stops for coffee, and goes to class.

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Reveal Headcannon

alright so imagine that in class something happens (science experiment gone wrong or something) that dyes adrien’s (blond and easily dyeable) hair an unnatural colour (like gREEN *eyebrow wiggle*). not all of it, just an underlying piece or something. but like rIGHT after an akuma attacks so he can’t wash it or anything before transforming. he’s a little uneasy but thinks that it’s a small enough piece that nobody will notice, and nobody does.

except lADYBUG!!! and that’s how she figures out his secret identity and fluffy revealing moments (that I hold near and dear to my heart) ensue.