hold on something is wrong with the colours

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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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.

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

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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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”

Originally posted by bearseulgi

@hcrnedprince ;; cont’d

              She had stood up too quickly from the dinner table, and he knew immediately something was wrong. Her colour had drained almost immediately and her feet had faltered. Beast rose to his own feet, walking towards her and holding her steady for a moment. “Are you feeling quite well?” He asked. “Perhaps attend to your room? I can have Mrs Potts bring tea and supper to you.”

        The moment she stood, Belle instantly felt the world spinning around her, the edges of her vision going hazy and dark. As the Beast took her elbow, her hand shot out to hold onto him, fingers clinging to fur, feeling the muscles beneath his skin. “I don’t… I still feel as though it’s spinning.” Belle muttered, her face going pink with embarrassment. “Yes– yes, I think lying down would be best. Can you– I mean, if you could help me up to my room? I’d rather not wind up feinting on the stairs.” A small laugh escaped and she lessened her grip, hazarding a glance up at her Beast– though her vision was still hazy.

anonymous asked:

Oh my gosh pls write a blurb or ficlet or fic of that au that line is delicious and the setting makes me swoon

Referring to this.

Alas, I am not actually that equipped to write Gangster AUs *sighs sadly*. I don’t watch much of them and don’t know an awful lot about the ins and outs of what would go into making a story or fic out of one.

All I know is I want professional criminal!Stiles Stilinski who wears the most ridiculous suits and Derek Hale, mistress/manstress to the most notable crime bosses around. 

Maybe one night, Stiles is asked to “take care” of the one and only Kate Argent who has been stealing large sums of money from her own family. She is an ally of no one and hated by everyone but it isn’t until the Hale family dies in a “mysterious” fire is Stiles hired by her own brother to get rid of her, a disgrace to his family name. After all, the Hales were good people - powerful, too - and he doesn’t want his name associated with his sister’s.

However, when Stiles finally tracks Kate down, his plans go a little askew as he finds not only Kate already dead, but Derek sitting in the corner; a gun in his hands, blood everywhere, and shaking. 

It takes precisely two seconds for Stiles to recognise Derek as Derek Hale - now, the last of the Hales. It was only a rumour Derek had been Kate’s most recent play thing but now, Stiles figures, it’s the truth and his stomach twists in sympathy. Kate Argent just murdered Derek’s entire family while she had been sleeping with him. Briefly, Stiles considers the possibility Derek played a part in his own family’s death but if the hollow look in his eyes is anything to go by, plus Kate’s dead body with many, many bullet holes in it, Stiles thinks he can safely assume Derek had no idea what Kate was going to do.

Unfortunately for Derek, he’s not made a very good job of making this what Stiles likes to call a “simple murder”. The reason people hire Stiles is because he’s not only perfect when it comes to prep work but he has a special talent for “the clean up”. Well, Stiles likes to maintain the illusion he’s wickedly skilled when it comes to getting rid of the evidence but the truth is blood kind of makes Stiles’ stomach churn and even though he has earned a solid reputation as the “go to blood man” - seriously, no one could come up with a better name? - he’s actually just supremely precocious and takes his prep work very seriously. His dad used to be a cop before he was killed, so he knows a lot of tricks. Clean ups on the other hand, not so much Stiles’ thing. 

Fast forward to Stiles awkwardly trying to clean Derek up because there is something about Derek Stiles just can’t bear to leave behind and take the fall for this, even though he knows Derek killing Kate would suit Chris Argent just as well as Stiles doing it. Nevertheless, Stiles can’t leave Derek and after a very, very botched attempt at getting rid of the body - mostly botched because Derek is in some kind of shock where he keeps trying to return to the crime scene and Stiles can’t help but be more focused on making sure he’s okay than focusing on the body - they manage to make their escape. Well, Stiles does. Derek just looks…sad as Stiles leads him away.

Stiles kind of wishes he looked less sad because then he might have been more inclined to just take Derek somewhere and leave him with some cash rather than take him home. Stiles knows it’s a bad idea, anyone could have seen them, but when Derek curls up on Stiles’ bed, clutching the single pillow on it so, so tight…yeah, Stiles can’t do anything but sit beside Derek on the floor and gently card his fingers through Derek’s hair, like Parrish did for him when he was a kid and the news came in his father had been shot. 

Truthfully, I have no idea where I’d go with this. Maybe they’d go on the run. Maybe Stiles goes back for the body, to get rid of it properly with a clearer head (maybe to use magic on it - magic he hasn’t used since he was a boy and his mother died after something he did) only to discover it’s missing, a trail of blood leading away from where he dumped it… 

Of course, a lot of unintentional bed sharing will ensue with Stiles holding Derek through his nightmares. 

There will be one instance where Stiles makes Derek laugh and Stiles feels it light him up from the inside, from his head to his toes and he has to leave the room because oh no

There will be several near-kisses which Stiles never lets happen because Derek is grieving and it would be wrong to take advantage of him, even with something as simple as a kiss. That doesn’t stop Stiles from staring into Derek’s eyes every single time he leans in to him though, thoroughly hypnotised. Stiles spends a lot time trying to work out the colour of Derek’s eyes. 

There will be precisely two times Derek puts his head in Stiles’ lap and talks to him without being prompted; talks about past lovers, mostly crime bosses who fancied a kept boy, a pretty young thing on their arm for a few months here and there. He never talks about Kate or his family but, then again, Stiles can’t blame him. 

There will be several months of looking over their shoulders and healing, in which time Stiles reads to Derek from a book he’s writing and Derek teaches Stiles how to slow dance. Stiles is hopeless at dancing but Derek doesn’t exactly mind, not with Stiles’ arms around him, keeping him safe, day by day feeling more and more like home.

There will be exactly ten occasions of hand holding and three where, exhausted, Derek buries his face in Stiles’ neck when his thoughts get too loud and letting go, sobs against Stiles until his eyes run dry, muttering over and over again my fault, my fault, my fault

There will be two almost I-love-yous but we won’t say from whom. 

One person will get shot and another kidnapped. There will be teary goodbyes and long, lingering looks but - as always - a happy ending. 



Most likely.


(Alternatively, you can ignore everything above and just imagine Stiles in a 1930s suit who can never take his eyes off of the boss’ “boy”, Derek Hale, who snarks with Stiles like he was born for it and blushes as beautifully and deeply as the fairest, finest rose. Naturally, an affair ensues which neither of them can bear to break off, not even when Stiles’ past catches up with him and forces Derek to choose: protect the man he thought he knew, or spend the rest of his life wondering what if.) 

stop holding onto the past

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.

kaogami  asked:

I absolutely adore your writings! You write really beautifully c: May I request a first kiss scenario with Aomine and Kagami? Maybe somewhere they are alone/private and they get really nervous and flustered trying to kiss her. I'd love to read what you write with this!

(Oh mY gOD thank you so much ♡) 

Aomine: You and him were on the school roof (I am a walking cliché), eating lunch, just the two of you- unlike many previous days whereas Momoi had been with you. 

Aomine was sitting up, his hands holding him up as he plants them on the concrete, staring at you intensely as you pretend not to notice his strange gaze. 

He had already finished his lunch, unsurprisingly already having scoffed down the meal, so now you were sat with your legs crossed under you, awkwardly nibbling on your lunch.  

“H-Hey, Y/N,” Aomine stutters, immediately catching your attention. You turn your head to look at him, but as you think you’re about to meet Aomine’s eyes, his lips press against yours, his eyes closed tightly. Your eyes are wide as you stare at your boyfriend’s blushing red face. 

You can’t help the flood of calm that completely consumes you, relaxing you into the kiss and against his body. 

He pulls back only after a few moments, looking at you with his wide, trademark smirk, making you raise your eyebrow at him, seeing as you had just shared your first kiss as an official couple (and kiss between you two in general…) and this was his reaction, like he had just made an insane shot in basketball in front of Kagami. 

“I’m so good,” He cheers himself, moving down onto his back with his arms folded underneath his head with his eyes closed gently, smirking up at the sky. You can feel a heated blush on your face as you slowly continue to nibble on a few grains of rice, your mind racing with what had just happened… 

Kagami: You could tell something was wrong as soon as he picked you up for your lunch date to the park… But you didn’t expect him to be this… Incoherent. 

You were sat next to him on the rug atop the soft grass, side-eyeing Kagami as his face roasted the same colour as his hair, awkwardly clearing his throat and scratching the back of his neck. His whole body was stiff, which only stiffened more as you attempt to hold his hand. 

You zip your hand away, looking at him with sad eyes. You were already beginning to second-guess his feelings for you. He was always awkward on your dates, and the little insecurities and those delusions, that everyone has, whisper to you that he didn’t actually want to be your boyfriend, that you’d somehow guilt tripped him into dating you. 

“Y-Y/N? Can I say something?” Kagami stutters out, crashing through your thoughts. You look at him nervously, nodding your head as anxiety bubbles in your stomach, thinking that he’s going to bring down that tidal wave of rejection. 

“I’m going to… Kiss you… Right now,” He states before suddenly pressing his lips to yours, albeit slightly roughly from his own uneasiness, your noses bumping haphazardly. His calloused hands cup your cheeks, his large hands are clammy, heating your face even further. 

He pulls away after a few seconds, looking at you closely with wide eyes, his mouth slightly ajar. 

“W-Was that o-okay?” He mumbles, searching your features desperately. A coy smile curls your lips, though you don’t have the coherentness to reply with words, so you nod as your answer, making Kagami sigh and smile in relief, resting his forehead on yours and leaving you two sitting like that for a while longer… 

something about holding your breath waiting for something to go wrong. something about not knowing how to make the most of time. something else about old loves and new loves. something about the way sun hits the trees in december. something else about the colour yellow. something about not missing anyone or anything in particular. something content.


Author: Skybloodfox

Title: Promises

Warning: Guy/guy, graphic content, rating subject to change, giant surprise at the very end.

Disclaimer: I do not own Spiderman or Deadpool. They belong to people with a lot more money than me.

Note: This is going to be a multiple-chapter fic, I’m trying for real story, yo! Also, a shout out to the kind reader who sent me some much needed words of encouragement after my first posting of Resistance is Futile. It was really awesome and I needed it just at the right time! :)


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Title: Lilacs
Naruto x Hinata
Summary: Set several months after the events of The Last. Prompted to write simple fluffy drabble focussed on NaruHina pillow talk. No real narrative arc… just fun. First fic I’ve posted on Tumblr as I’ve only recently been encouraged to start using this platform (by my sister lol).
A/N: I rarely write for NaruHina [I always just find them difficult] so this was a refreshing, although challenging, experience. 
A/N2: It’s also really fun to envision a playful, more confident adult Hinata. I’m very happy for her.

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The Lowlander

Chapter One

Pairing: Cullen Rutherford/Elora Trevelyan

Ao3 Link

Word Count: 3971


Summary: Thane to a clan that has seen more than it’s fair share of grief, Cullen can only wonder what bringing the pale eyed and even paler skinned Lowlander under his protection will mean. His people are already wary thanks to tragedy that struck over a decade ago but the Avvar’s memories are long and those of Sky-Bear Hold do not easily forget. Nor are they keen to forgive. Faced with the very real truth that Elora was sent by the gods, as Thane, it’s Cullen’s sworn duty to keep her safe from any threat. Even one that would come from within his own clan.

Waking up in the bed of the Thane of a clan of Avvar was not something Elora had ever thought would happen to her. Yet that was exactly where she found herself; told that she was his guest and more than that the guest of the gods because of the glowing mark on her hand that had healed the tears in the Lady’s flesh. Confused as to where the mark even came from, she finds holes in her memory and the last thing she remembers was being told to go to bed by the Templars escorting a group of mages from the overstuffed White Spire to the newly opened Circle Tower in the wilds to the east.

Together they will try to discover what the mark means, for the clan and for them.

           Walking along the paths of the hold, Cullen returned the nods as he passed people and was grateful none of them tried to stop him. They all knew he was looking for someone without him having to say anything. It would have helped if they had pointed him in the proper direction, but he hadn’t told anyone who he was looking for. He was sure they could guess but the hold was only so big so she was here somewhere.

           His boots stirred the fine dusting of snow over the path through the hold and it made him frown. The winter had been mild so far and, if he hadn’t lived through it, he would have thought it was only the first breath of the season. But they were already in the second month of the new year and there wasn’t half as much snow as there usually was. It was worrisome because they didn’t need a drought in their farms down the mountain. They had finally gotten them back to the point where they could produce enough to not only support them through the winter months but was also enough to be sold or traded.

           But with the mild weather, hunting parties were still scouting the immediate areas for any herds that were coming back to the mountains. They were usually sent down the mountains to check in on the farms and their allies in the forests, but there wasn’t any harm in looking for more food while they could.

           Looking up at the sky, Cullen squinted as he tried to figure out where the sun was sitting above the mountain peaks. They hunting party had left as the sun was rising this morning. They would be due back soon, not wanting to traverse the mountain paths in the dark if they were carrying game.

           Cullen’s lips twitched faintly. There had been grumbles about going out, especially since they had celebrated the birth of a new member of the clan just last night. He didn’t know why any of the hunters had complained to him when they had decided on the day together so they had all known that they would still have to go out no matter what had happened the day before. Just because the previous night had been a celebration of not only the child surviving but the mother as well didn’t mean that they still wouldn’t need food. If anything, they needed it more considering how much they ate whenever they were celebrating.

           But complain they did as they sullenly dragged themselves out of the warmth of their beds to go down the mountain.

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anonymous asked:

yoonseok where hoseok keeps parking in yoongi's spot in their apartment building and yoongi can't take it anymore but then oh no he's cute

wc: 1.3k

notes: this is stupid (the drabble, not the prompt. good prompts are wasted on me. i’m sorry.)

Yoongi has honestly had enough of that rude ass little motherfucker who ignores all sense of decency, throws respect out the broken down window, and parks in his damn spot every single morning. And evening, too. Yoongi hates the guy. He hasn’t met him yet but he’s seen him hurrying out of his car and running straight into the lift just as Yoongi rounds the corner.

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